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“Come on, Seb, hurry it up,” the shorter man groaned. He’d moved from his position of being draped over Sebastian’s shoulders and was now perching on the desk, tapping his foot against it impatiently and making the computer jolt.
“It says I need to take my time to answer the questions, Jim,” Sebastian insisted, “I can’t pick between the mysterious statue and the talking mushrooms.” Jim snorted at him, reaching out and picking his answer for him.
“There, you’ve picked that one, hurry it up, Seb. You’ll end up in Slytherin with me, obviously, and I need to get a move on and get more house points by duelling. I want to be top of the table,” he replied, fidgeting and ignoring Sebastian’s roll of his eyes as he jumped off of the desk again and paced impatiently behind the sniper.
A few minutes later, Sebastian clicked once more, “There, done.”
“Finally,” Jim exclaimed, peering over Sebastian’s shoulders and reaching out to take the mouse, “Now hurry up and get to the common room.”
He began walking Sebastian through the game, quickly reaching the common room. He paused.
“What? This looks like a bloody hobbit hole, why the fuck are we in the Hufflepuff common room?”
Sebastian quirked an eyebrow.
“Because I got sorted into Hufflepuff, I just assumed Slytherin was for the boffins and Hufflepuff is where all of us badass people go,” he replied.
He didn’t understand until two days later why Jim stormed out, slamming the door behind him. He quickly deleted his Pottermore account, and the consulting criminal hid the Harry Potter books from their bookshelves. When Sebastian asked why, Jim replied that he was ashamed for his sniper.
Sebastian was just glad that he wouldn’t have to play anymore of Jim’s strange online games.
((sorry for being inactive so long! Thanks for my followers who didn’t abandon me, I love you all))
((Full prompt: Anything set in an universe where Stamford introduced Sebastian to Sherlock and they became friends, and Jim hired John. Preferably a meeting of Jim and Seb. Or John and Sherlock. Or Jim and Sherlock. Anything, really. :D
I am dreadfully sorry that this took such a long time, I really am. I just couldn’t find th inspiration for it until now))
Jim watched as the man stalked over to him, eyes ablaze and wearing a grimace. Jim contemplated for a moment that the expression, which at time seemed vaguely foreign on his John’s features, suited this other man so well it was almost criminal. He smirked at the thought.
“Where is he?” the man demanded, standing right before Jim and glaring him down.
“Aren’t you going to say hello?” Jim asked, mockingly. He knew it would wind the man up. “I’ve checked your records, Sebby, you’ve been so naughty. I wonder what Sherlock sees in somebody so damaged.”
The man snarled, grabbing Jim’s collar but letting go as he heard the click of the safety being turned off on John Watson’s gun, Jim doubted that somebody as experienced as Sebastian had forgotten the former doctor’s presence. That meant the sniper turned sidekick was very cross indeed.
“You could have been mine, you know, Seb. I looked you up. I liked you. Even came up with a nickname, do you like it?” he grinned.
“Stop fucking around.”
Two hours later as Sherlock and Sebastian hurried away into the gloom, Jim waltzed over to John - his pet - with a grin on his face and a feeling that something was not quite as it should be in his heart.
((Hope you liked it, sorry again for the wait. Feel free to send prompts of any nature, or head-cannon questions if one of my AUs or characters doesn’t seem to be explained fully))
((The prompt was pretty vague so I essentially wrote up the basics of an RP I had the other night. Don’t know if I quite managed the awesome…))
Sebastian had returned home that night to a very giggly and very drunk Jim.
After making himself a coffee and getting hiding the alcohol, knowing that giggly Jim was only a Bacardi and coke away from angry Jim, he found himself sitting on the couch watching the news with Jim curled up against him. Jim was alternating between pressing kisses down the side of Sebastian’s neck and laughing hysterically at dead bodies and explosions that appeared on the television screen.
Finally, after turning down two propositions for drunk public sex, Sebastian managed to get Jim to sleep.
The next morning he was sitting by Jim’s bed, holding a glass of water and a banana - a hangover cure that Jim had originally been sceptical of - ready for his boss to wake up.
Eventually he managed to get Jim out of bed and dissuaded him from blowing up every alcohol company in England.
The sniper held his tongue over how unfair it seemed that Jim had banned him from drinking, saying that Sebastian was an ‘annoying drunk’.
((Feel free to send more prompts, I’m working my way through them))
((I know a few of my followers are American so just to clarify, green topped milk is semi-skimmed, blue topped is whole milk and red-topped is skimmed))
Sebastian watched as Jim loaded items into the shopping basket. He’d attempted to intervene three times already, but each time Jim had shushed him and continued on - what Sebastian now referred to as - his ‘shopping expedition’. As they got to the refrigerated section, he watched as Jim grabbed a random bottle of milk and shoved it into the basket.
“You don’t like skimmed milk.”
“How do you know I don’t like it?”
“Last time I made you coffee with skimmed milk you poured it on my lap.”
“I’ll cope with the skimmed milk.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes, making a mental note to run back down later to get semi-skimmed.
After a while, Jim waltzed over to the till. Sebastian stood behind him, wondering how one man managed to spend so much money during a ten minute trip to the corner shop. He also wondered when the corner shop had started selling lube and condoms.
Later that evening, having returned to the shop to get new milk after pouring the red-capped bottle down the sink, Sebastian surveyed the shopping; looking over the contents of the shopping bags Jim hadn’t bothered unpacking. Aside from the usual products that he had mentioned to Jim, at least two of the bags were stuffed with less common purchases, for the two of them at least.
Whipped cream being the most prominent.
Sebastian groaned, he knew Jim must have had an ulterior motive for going shopping.
((Hope you liked it, feel free to send prompts for any Sherlock character or pairing))
((Jim asks Seb to kidnap Mrs. Hudson. They end up getting a baking lesson from her.))
Sebastian elbowed the door open. Kidnapping the landlady had been easy, and Jim had sent him to get rid of an old business associate whilst he interrogated her.
“Boss, I got the eggs you asked for. Why do you need eggs, again?” he called into the apartment. He could hear the sound of a whisk and sincerely hoped this was some new torture method and not Jim trying to cook.
Entering the kitchen, Sebastian nearly dropped the plastic bag.
It was Jim. In an apron. Half-covered in flour and standing next to the old woman he had had tied up to a chair earlier. Where did Jim even get that apron?
“Sebastian, darling. Mrs Hudson was just showing me how to make fairy cakes, you like fairy cakes don’t you?”
The sniper flinched slightly. He really hoped he was dreaming.
((I can’t actually see my headcannon of Jim doing this, so for his sake this is all a food-poisoning induced dream of Sebastian’s. Feel free to send prompts))
Much as I like angst, everybody has a limit.