They haunt London as predators, faceless kings of a criminal underground, they flicker, a passerby with murderous intent, two snaps and a gunshot, blood bubbles and crusts on hot pavement, death certificates date five years past, but who says you only get to live this life once?
i’m in love with a monster
and i’ve never felt safer
for Claudia || Jim Moriarty & Sebastian Moran
Mycroft targets Moran after the fall. He discovers, however, that Moriarty’s right hand man has lost himself in a state of denial. He’s deluded - begging to believe that Moriarty isn’t dead, not at all, and that it is simply another of his boss’ infamous games. All The Iceman can do is wait until the realization - that the consulting criminal isn’t returning - sinks in.
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“What the fuck are you doing here, boss?” Sebastian growled, pressing harder against Jim, trying to put his weight into choking him for whatever reason. Jim only laughed, digging his nails harder into his neck as he tried to gain some sort of leverage over the situation.
“That unhappy to see me, Tiger? And here, I’d though…ugh, you’d be jumping for joy at my glorious return.”
Sebastian presses a bit harder into Jim for a moment, scrutinizing him with those deep blue eyes of his, “You were fucking dead, Jim. For three fucking years. And now you show back up, acting like it never fucking happened? Why didn’t you fucking tell me?! You know I could’ve helped you with whatever you needed!”
Jim’s grin doesn’t leave his face, even as Sebastian’s removing most of the air from his lungs. But he doesn’t answer, he just smiles to him, like he expects the sniper to just understand the reason he did things, that he shouldn’t have to explain himself. And it’s that smug attitude of Jim’s that always got the better of him, that forces him to let go and step back, looking over his boss, like he’s expecting him to disappear any moment now in front of him (because he wouldn’t put it past himself that he was losing it, considering how crazy Jim’s clients were driving him right now. Tigers should NOT be running a spider’s web, he’s learned that in his absence.) After a moment, he sighs, shaking his head, his own little way of admitting defeat.
Jim, meanwhile, straightens his suit and fixes his hair, like he has to be presentable for everyone, even if him and Sebastian had had more…intimate moments than a hired gun should with his boss. “I didn’t tell you because I had a game to play. One just between me and Sherlock. But that game is over and another one is starting up. Which is why we’re both back, Sebastian. Now if you’re done, I’d like to take a shower and relax before the game begins, if that’s perfectly alright by you.”
Sebastian wants to argue, but the old habits kick in pretty damn hard, harder than they should, and he keeps quiet despite the anger building up, nodding just slightly. Jim nods, moving close and giving a chaste, teasing kiss on his cheek before he messes his hair, like he’s nothing more than a five-year-old who’s getting punished. As he starts to walk away, Sebastian barely manages to to contain it, snarling at Jim’s back.
“If you ever do that again to me, I’ll hunt you down and make sure you wish you were dead. Sir.”
Jim pauses, pondering that before he chuckles, glancing to Sebastian.
“You better live up to that promise, Sebastian. I’d be highly disappointed if you didn’t.”
A snap of his fingers, and Sebastian became obedient again, following behind him without a second thought, just like he always did. Just like he was always meant to.
Imagine Jim putting a temporary glitter tattoo of a tiger on Sebastian’s arm.