There is nobody that I’d rather hold - A Mor4 Fanmix

24th December used to be the best day for Jim and Sebastian because they 1st met that day, now it's the worst. Moriarty is gone. But Moran still believes he's not dead and they would meet again, maybe on another Christmas eve.

Sebastian doesn’t like Christmas, but that’s too bad for him. Jim resolves to give him better memories of the holiday.

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Kiss Me, Kill Me: A MorMor Playlist

First half of MorMor Secret Santa for nixiesaurus, the fic to accompany will follow tomorrow after I’ve proofread it, apologies for the wait.

For bendydicky as part of the Mormor Secret Santa exchange.

For rainbowcolouredshoes. I noticed you like fem!mormor a lot, so here are my headcanons for them! I thought you might like this so that’s a little addition to the first mormor secret santa thingy I already posted. Happy Holidays :) 

Consulting Criminals Don’t Get Sick a mormor sick!fic

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Moran, what’s the problem?" Jim asked as he scrolled through his phone absentmindedly. Sebastian was looking away and almost seemed to be trembling as he packed up his rifle and scope. Sebastian took a deep breath before shaking his head slowly.

"Nothing Boss, I’m fine. Come on, let’s get out of here." he said, standing abruptly and still not facing Jim.

Jim shrugged it off and continued working on his phone. He was planning a rather grisly murder at the moment, an angry woman who was scorned by her ex-husband and wanted revenge. She was quite exact in her request, specifying that she wanted her husband’s heart cut out. Normally Jim wouldn’t take such a boring case, but the COD looked rather fun to plan, plus the woman was paying very generously.

They walked out of the building they had just been on top of, ignoring the wail of sirens in the distance as they sped toward the body. Jim tilted his head up at Moran as they waited for a taxi to come by, glaring at the taller man.

"Are you going to explain what the hell was wrong with you tonight?" Jim hissed, not angry, but rightfully upset.

"It wasn’t anything Boss." Sebastian muttered even as he refused to meet Jim’s eyes.

"It was definitely something Moran! You nearly missed the target, and if she had heard, we would’ve ended up with a scared little lamb going to the Yard and claiming someone’s trying to shoot her. And you know what trouble that would’ve caused us?" Jim hissed, feeling the irritation building as he thought more about it.

"I’m sorry Boss, okay?" Sebastian said.

“‘Sorry’ gets me nowhere Moran. ‘Sorry’ gets me someone’s head on a plate, because what I need is an explanation, not an apology.” Jim fumed, scraping his nails across Sebastian’s neck as he talked. Sebastian was too used to Jim to be surprised by sudden touches, friendly or decidedly otherwise.

"I have no reason Boss." Sebastian said. "It was just a mistake, it won’t happen again.

"Take care that it doesn’t." Jim said as he dug his fingernails into the muscles in Sebastian’s neck, letting go as a cab pulled into sight.

Sebastian flagged the cab down and they both climbed in silently, Jim still having made himself upset and Sebastian still brooding about something. Jim had no idea what was going through Sebastian’s dull little head, and he didn’t have the patience to figure it out.

Sebastian slouched forward after a few minutes and held his head in his hands, gulping in deep, loud breaths. Jim put his phone back in his pocket and watched Seb in silence, not sure how to handle what was happening.

"Seb, what’s wrong?" he near-demanded, breaking their rule of not calling each other anything unprofessional out of the house. He placed his hand hesitantly on his shoulder, relaxing when Seb didn’t push him aside. Seb took a shaky breath, not crying but damn near close enough, before he started talking.

"You remember my sister, Sam? I just got the call a few hours ago. She…died. She died, Jim. Just like tht, she died! How could that happen just like that?" Seb shouted, lifting his head to look at Jim, his eyes sad and angry.

Jim was stunned for a minute as Seb stared at him, as if Jim could give him all the answers he wantes.

"How did she die?" Jim asked.

"A car, it was a fucking car that hit her. Apparently she was drunk and just walking across the street when it happened, and just like that! No warning, just like fucking that my sister died." he said, his fists cleched.

"Do you want to kill the guy who hit her? That’d be easy." Jim said quietly, awkwardly patting Seb’s back. It seemed to be the right thing to say, because Seb let out a little chuckle.

"No Jim, I don’t want to kill him. He tried to save her after she got hit after all." Seb said, still shaking.

The rest of the car ride passed slowly, with Jim trying to be helpful as Seb tried to keep it together. Both of them failed horribly. When they finally pulled up to the flat, Seb was still extremely upset and Jim was rather done trying.

"Do you want to go out for food?" Jim asked as he entered the password to open the door.

"Food? For fuck’s sake Jim, no, I don’t want to go get food! I’m upset, I just want to stay in."

"Okay Seb, breakdowns come and breakdowns go. What are you going to do about it, that’s what I’d like to know." Jim said as the door unlocked and he stepped into the flat. He spun around as he realized that Seb hadn’t followed him, and found him standing outside looking shocked.

"You know what Jim?" Seb said, stepping into the doorway. "I knew you had problems, but I didn’t realize you were so inhuman."

He sighed as he stepped around Jim, the anger draining from his frame as he looked at Jim.

"I’m just going to bed now."

"Okay, I’ll be in there in a couple hours." Jim said, confused by Seb’s shifting emotions.

"Not our bed. I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom tonight, Boss." he said tiredly as he made his way into the guest bedroom, not sparing a glance for Jim.

Jim stood there for a while, trying to puzzle out Seb’s emotions. He so hated it when Seb was upset with him, and Seb’s emotions were never straightforward, they were always complex and indecipherable. When Jim glanced at the clock, he saw that it had been a little less than an hour.

He made his way to the little guest bedroom, padding quietly into the room, as to not wake Seb. Jim smiled at the lumpy, curled up form of Seb under all of the covers. For a while he just watched Seb’s face and the slow rise and fall of his blanket-covered chest, finding it strangely peaceful.

Seb did that though, he calmed Jim down in ways he couldn’t understand. Even when Jim messed up, he knew that Seb would never leave him, that Seb couldn’t leave him, but he wanted more than just Seb’s constant presence. Jim wanted everything, he wanted to devour him.

"Seb, I know you don’t feel you could love me, but I feel you could." Jim breathed as he leaned close to Seb’s face, feeling the strange urge to bury his neck in Seb’s neck and never move. "Night, tiger."