Mormor Oneshots *OLD WRITING*

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(low key angst)
(au where Moriarty faked his death and came back)

Seb sighed, putting a small 'x' on another day. Two years and a half. Where the hell was he?

Shrugging his shoulders, Seb turned around, then froze.

"Hey tiger." Jim quietly said. Tears rushed into Seb's eyes as he rushed forward, embracing his boss tight.

"Where the hell where you?" he choked out.

"Sebby..." Jim squeezed his sniper, feeling bad for leaving him.

"Jim, I thought you were dead. That the trick failed and..." Seb stared at Jim's face, scanning it for any injuries...or answers.

"I had some trouble getting home, Sebby." Jim tried to dismiss the issue but he knew that Seb wasn't letting it go.

"A letter or a text would've been nice."

"I would've sent one, but I couldn't risk it," Jim shook his head.

"I know but..." Seb squeezed his eyes shut, holding the tears back.

"Sebby..." Jim felt his heart shatter a bit at how broken his big bad sniper looked. He squeezed Seb again, and heard a light sob from the sniper.

"No more faking your death. Please, boss." Seb begged, two tears falling down his face.

"This will be the only time, tiger." Jim promised. Seb stared at his boss, then kissed him. Jim was frozen before kissing back, wiping away Seb's tears as he cupped his face in his hands.

"Damnit boss, I love you." Seb mumbled.

"Damnit tiger, I love you too." Jim smiled, brushing Seb's longer bangs away from his face.

A/n: wtf i nearly cried-