#moran imagines

[lululandd]

You were on a retrieval mission with Sebastian, but Moriarty gave you two a twist for three times the price of your usual pay. You two have to switch roles. Sebastian, the mercenary hired gun, will now have to be you, the cat burglar.

It was difficult, for you don’t have that much experience with guns and it takes you a few shots to murder someone, and Sebastian had to take yoga classes to up his agility.

[Y/N]: Once you open the door, wear the helmet so you can see the invisible lasers they have in there.

SM: That’s a lot of lasers, [Y/N].......

[Y/N]: Remember, we agreed to this because--

SM: --I want the money. Right. Let’s hope I took enough yoga classes.

[lululandd]

You searched for Sebastian after Moriarty’s apparent death. You found him, in one of De Syv Fjell in Norway.

[Y/N]: Come home, Sebastian.

SM: I can’t. My home shot himself in the head, blow his brains out.

[Y/N]: Seb, y--

SM: My home is gone, [Y/N]. Leave me be. Please.

[lululandd]

You were chilling on Sebastian’s place, bored as hell, and you suggested that you two take a vacation for a week.

[Y/N]: Like somewhere close, maybe Belgium or France.

SM: Then let’s go.

[Y/N]: I was kidding. We couldn’t just leave?!

SM: I’ll be back.

You waited for the better part of two hours, and he came back with sunglasses from who knows where.

SM: Pack your bags. We’re leaving tomorrow.

[Y/N]: ???

SM: We’re on paid leave. Now go pack!

[Y/N]: YES SIR!

[lululandd]

You and Sebastian were in a mission together, doing a diamond raid.

[Y/N]: I’m just gonna sloooooowly tak-

SM: BOO!

You didn’t react, but merely stared up at him with an annoyed expression on your face.

[Y/N]: The hell?

SM: How are you not startled?

[Y/N]: I am startled, you fucknut. On the inside. What was your goal by startling me?

SM: Seeing your startled face.

[Y/N]: Goodluck with that.

SM: Oh come on. Not even once?

[lululandd]

[Y/N]:Oh shit they’re gonna kiss! Seb they’re gon--

SM: I’m right next to you. I can see perfectly.

[Y/N]: Oh. Sorry. I get too excited sometimes.

SM: What do you think he sees in Holmes?

You went wide-eyed for two solid minutes as you’re watching him side-eyeing them. You had never seen him so wistful.

[lululandd]

You had ran after Sebastian Moran to the depths of nowhere in Scotland. You were not ordered to kill, so you had him captured. After Jim Moriarty’s apparent death, his criminal ring had weakened and many other firms and agencies had taken over. 

The firm you worked for had wanted Sebastian Moran, Jim Moriarty’s second hand man. For what, you couldn’t care less.

[Y/N]: Hello handsome face. I’m guessing you don’t come here often.

You were curious about some things about their operations, and since it’s just the two of you, you wanted to ask him a few questions. With blandishment and a little coercion of course.

But no matter what you threw at him, he wouldn’t talk. Not even a little.

[Y/N]: Aww, nothing?

[Y/N]: So loyal. Even after his death. He was so lucky to have you, I hope he knew that.

[lululandd]

[Y/N]: SEB! COME BACK! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HER!

SM: Away from you!

[Y/N]: SERIOUSLY?!

SM: I will find her a better home! A home where she’s allowed on the couch and the bed!

[Y/N]: SHE HASNT TAKEN A BATH YET YOU DRUNK BASTARD OF COURSE SHE’S NOT ALLOWED ON THE COUCH AND THE BED!! NOW COME BACKK!!

[lululandd]

You’ve been working with Moriarty for a long time, but this is the first time you’re being assigned on a mission with Sebastian Moran. You’re not allowed to touch the merchandise, and he is taking the lead while you watch from the side.

SM: [Y/LN], walk me through this.

[Y/N]: Well first we need to get that large thing away, I can’t see anything..?

SM: What large thing?

[Y/N]: Your ego.

SM: Come again?

[Y/N]: You heard me. I’m waiting in the car.

You turned around and started walking away, then you mentioned nonchalantly “I wouldn’t touch the glass if I were you. It’s rigged to trigger the alarm if there’s a prolonged pressure on the merchandise. Good luck and have fun, motherfucker.”

SM: Fucking hell.