Mormor Oneshots *OLD WRITING*

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(So I remembered that this ship is actually kinda dark? So have some dark fluff I guess-)

Seb groaned, opening his eyes. The room was dimly lit, but he could see it was a nice room.

"Ah, you're awake." a voice rang out, making Seb wince. He tried to find the person who kidnapped him and failed to.

"Yeah, and I'm tied up. Any other obvious things you want to point out?" Seb snapped.

"Ooo, feisty tiger~" the man giggled, stepping into Seb's view.

"So...you gonna kill me?" Seb asked, somewhat bored.

"Depends on how you answer this."

"Answer what?"

The man leaned closer, a devilish grin on his face.

"Personal assassin." the man whispered.

"Sure." Seb answered, shrugging.

"That...was easy," the man seemed surprised.

"I'm not in the mood to die."

The man snorted, untying Seb from the chair. He was shorter than the sniper, but Seb didn't comment on it.

"You're a smart little tiger, aren't ya~?" the man smirked, patting Seb's head.

Seb remained silent, rubbing his somewhat sore wrists.

"Oh, and you aren't just my personal assassin. You're job is whatever I want it to be." the man smirked.

"Alright boss." Seb mumbled, nodding.

"I can already tell that I'll like you."

"Do I get to know your name?" Seb asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"How rude of me. My name is James Moriarty."

"As in the consulting criminal...?"

"The one and only!"

"Wow. This is an honour," Seb chuckled.

"Such a charmer, eh?" Moriarty snorted.

"No, I've just heard of you." Seb shrugged.

"You're a lucky man, Sebastian Moran. You're in my web, tiger, and I'm not letting you leave~" Moriarty smirked, lifting Seb's chin to face him.

"Why would I want to leave?" Seb raised an eyebrow.

Moriarty grinned, letting go of Seb's chin.

"Come along, tiger. We have work to do~"

Seb loyally followed, not sure if his heart was racing out of slight fear or something else.

A/n: ...wait I wrote this...omg
I'm proud of myself for once-