Jim and Sebastian playing Mortal Kombat together though
All you’d hear from the living room would be Sebastian screaming, and Jim going, “What’s the matter ‘Bas?”
“I’m mARRIED TO A PSYCHOPATHIC FUCKING BUTTON SMASHER, THAT’S WHAT’S THE MATTER”
i’ve just been sitting here for like the past 10 minutes laughing at the mental image of jim at the end of the pool scene in tgg walking into a janitor’s closet and sighing heavily like ‘well dang now i gotta blow shit up’
and then he spends a few minutes just standing in the closet surrounded by like mops and bottles of pool chemicals with his ear to the door waiting for the right time to attempt to save face and fuck shit up
pulls out his phone with a text from his bf thats all ‘whats up babe’ he’s like ‘nm nm waitin on my dramatic entrance, u’
and the bf up in the second story of the pool atrium holding the sniper rifle texts back like “boss u walked into a closet dont even try to put a spin on this”
imagine jim noticing that sebastian has a cluster of moles on his lower back and jim uses them to trace constellations and one day he picks orion and tells seb about the myth and how orion kind of reminds him of seb because they’re both foolhardy warriors full of strength and hubris and seb laughs but can’t really disagree so he asks who does that make jim and after awhile jim says diana, the goddess who accidentally kills orion and in her grief casts him into the sky as a constellation
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OH MY HEART LKBDHSAFLKCBSDFSDF;FDASILKFSFS
SEND ME A PAIRING AND A LINE AND I’LL WRITE A FICLET FOR YOU: MorMor – [Flirty] “How about we go back to my place? I’ve got board games.”
“How about we go back to my place? I’ve got board games,” said Sebastian Moran
Jim Moriarty raised an eyebrow.
“Too much of a Risk?” continued Seb. “Afraid I’ve got a Monopoly on your time?”
"Tiger…..”
“Only one Life after all.”
"Tiger if you don’t shut up there is going to a Blood Bowl very shortly.”
Seb grinned at him. “Guess I better stop before I go Kerplunk then.”
"You should have a Cluedo.”
“Hi Ho Cherry-O, boss.”
Mormor “How would you like to be full of holes?”
“How would you like to be full of holes?” asked Jim.
Seb didn’t even blink. “It was just a simple question, boss.”
“’<i>How would you like a cat?</i>’ The only feline I better find around here is you, Tiger.” Jim stalked towards him.
Shrugging, Seb leaned back on the couch, one hand casualy resting on the gun he kept behind it. Jim crossed the room and straddled his lap. “You’re the only pet I want and need. And I am immune to kittens.”
“Puppies too, bosss?”
“What, a guard Tiger isn’t enough? Now shut up and don’t bring it up again.”
Seb wrapped his arms around Jim’s waist and nibbled on his shoulder. When a mangy dog started hanging around a few days later, neither of them made mention of it.
