Mormor Oneshots *OLD WRITING*

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(that fanart omg)

Jim tapped his fingers on the table. None of the freelance hitmen or assassins that wanted to be his personal assassin or whatever were all just...boring.

"You still offering that personal assassin job?" a voice suddenly rang out. Jim glanced up, expecting to be disappointed again but felt his interest peak.

"I am now. Take a seat, Mr...?" Jim sat up straight, nodding to the vacent chair across from him.

The tall blonde a sat down. He instantly reminded Jim of John, which made him smile slightly.

"Moran. Sebastian Moran."

"Hello, Sebastian Moran." Jim grinned. "You probably know me...well, I hope you know me."

"James Moriarty, world's only consulting criminal." Sebastian said, smirking. "Yeah, I've heard of you."

"Wow, I didn't know I was that amazing." Jim chuckled. "Anyway, enough pleasantries. You want to be my personal assassin, right?"

"Obviously," Sebastian scoffed.

"How are you with handling blood and such?"

"...I'm a sniper assassin. I can handle it." Sebastian answered, narrowing his eyes.

"You'd follow every order I give without stupid questions?"

"Yeah. Well, I'll try to."

"So far you've answered the questions well. What's your weapon of choice?"

"Any," Sebastian shrugged.

"You're hired." Jim immediately decided. He leaned over the desk, lifting Sebastian's chin up. The man blinked, but didn't flinch away.

"Anything else, boss?" he asked, his low voice sending shivers down Jim's spine.

"Any nicknames you have that you like?" Jim asked, gently turning Sebastian's head to observe his face. There was a small scar below his left eye, which just made his face even more perfect.

"I don't care. Call me whatever you want." Sebastian shrugged.

Jim raised an eyebrow at his new sniper.

"Oh, I can tell that I'll like you," Jim smirked, "tiger."

"Tiger?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow. He expected the usual nicknames, like Seb or maybe even Sebby...but tiger?

"You look fierce like a tiger," Jim explained, pulling his hand off of Sebastian's face.

"Is that a complainant?"

"It definitely is, tiger~"

Sebastian grinned, chucking lightly. He wasn't going to be bored with Jim Moriarty, that was for sure.

A/n: I wanted to base this off that song but I'm not that talented of a writer. So just listen to the song and think of Mormor lol