Mormor Oneshots *OLD WRITING*

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"Mo shíorghrá?" Sebastian called out as he entered the dimly lit flat. He rolled his eyes slightly, tapping the wall gently in an attempt to search for the light switch.

He felt someone grab his hand, yanking him forward and pressing him to the wall.

He could see Jim's face in the still dim light, "mon amour? Its me, Sebastian!"

Jim relaxed his grip on Sebastian but didn't let go. His face wasn't filled with anger or hate, and his eyes didn't scream "murder", so Sebastian didn't worry too much.

"I didn't know you could speak-" Jim started, but Sebastian cut him off.

"Mon chéri, can you unpin me from the damm wall?"

"Oh shi-yeah, sorry." Jim let go of him, stepping back. "I thought someone broke in."

Sebastian shook his head slightly, "darling, no one can break in here."

Jim shrugged in response, "it helps to be cautious."

"Cautious ended up with me against that wall, again." Sebastian joked, winking. Jim rolled his eyes playfully at him, chuckling.

"Oh hush, Bastian."

Sebastian chuckled, kissing the top of Jim's head.

"Love ya, a stór."

"Love you too, mo shíorghrá."

A/n: Idk how accurate the nicknames are.

Translations for ya'll:

Mo shíorghrá: means "my eternal love"

mon chéri: According to Google Translate, it means "honey". (this is French btw)

mon amour: Also a Google Translate, means "my love" (also French)

A stór: means "my treasure".

I tried to use a mix of Irish and French but probably failed.

I tried ;o;