#jamesfuckingmoriarty

Meme || Accepting

If you snuck into my room I would:

[X] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[X] Cuddle with you                   [  ] Be like “How in the world?”[  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[X] Kiss or hug you back                       [X] Smile and laugh[  ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away[  ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [X] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [X] Without hesitation.

You are:

[X] Cute          [X] Adorable          [X] Attractive          [X] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [X] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [X] Ally[X] Friend              [X] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be:

Meme || Accepting

It had always been second nature for Sebastian, standing between Jim and those who meant to harm him. Sure, it had earned him a few scrapes along the way, but nothing worth mentioning. Because nobody ever got to Jim. They were kept at a large radius with the thanks to the criminal’s careful planning and Sebastian’s powerful scope.

But things had relaxed in the recent years. They’d gotten married, had a child, and purchased a vacation home up in the alps. Domestic. But god it had been a blissful few years. Sebastian had found the one thing in his life that he’d never expected to be.

Happy.

Still it was instinct when Sebastian heard gunfire to cover Jim, and now their toddler, and usher them to safety. Before the third shot was fired he turned and released four warning shots, two of them hitting the perpetrator in the head.

“Get inside,” he said, turning to Jim. When he saw the fight in his husband’s eyes, Seb pursed his lips and shook his head once. “You get your ass inside and protect our daughter. I’m going to make sure there was only one of them. I’ll be back in no time.”

No time turned into forty-five minutes. There had been four men surrounding their vacation home, two of them well trained. When the sniper returned, he was breathing heavy. “How in the fuck did they find us. We haven’t told anybody in your network where this is, have we?” He sighed heavily, rushing with adrenaline. “I stacked the bodies and will go out and bury them tomorrow.”

Jim hugged Sebastian, not noticing the subtle wince the sniper felt. “My hero,” he mused, the tone tho sarcastic, was so only on the surface. He kissed Sebastian. “I’m gonna go get Amara out of the shelter. And then make us some drinks, have a seat, Tiger. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Panther,” Sebastian started, considering telling him that he’d been shot twice and, thanks to the adrenaline fading from his system, was starting to feel it.

“Yes, Tiger?”

Seb smiled, shaking his head once, tears burning the back of his eyes. “Nothing, James. I want the bourbon tonight, instead of the whiskey.” When Jim turned to leave, winking at Sebastian, the tiger added in a quiet tone. “I love you, James.”

When Jim returned, Seb was nowhere to be found. Thinking it was some kind of a game, he loosened his tie, weaving his way up the staircase toward their room. “Tiger. If you hide much longer, I’m going to drink your bourbon.”

Meme || Accepting

[Text: The Panther] Honestly, your timing is shit. Your body is fantastic. But your timing is shit. – SM

[Text: The Panther] Is this why you’re late to our meeting? – SM

Meme || Accepting

[Text: The Panther] Should I cancel the meeting with the surrogate then? [deleted]

[Text: The Panther] Will my key even work in the locks when I get home? Or are you calling this whole thing off? Fuck, Jim… [deleted]

“You are listening to  yourself?  We are  nowhere near being compatible in lifestyles. My life is  here  with John and yours is with your company.... or that sniper,” he says like the very name tastes horrible on his tongue.

The anger ripples off of him. He has no intentions of finding his soulmate, as he found to  be  comfortable alone. However now, he couldn’t help the pull he feels towards James... he’s always had it.

“Interesting? Are we  building our  lives  around INTERESTING? You know where the fucking door is, Jim. Please make use of it.”

The Panther:

Sebastian’s laughter was contagious, and soon Jim was laughing along, covering his face with a hand. “I mean it, you twat” he scolded mildly, then turning to softly hit the man’s arm in retaliation. His eyebrows rose in disbelief when his husband expressed confidence in the fact that they could be approved for adoption. Jim seriously doubted that.

“Really? We? Come on, Tiger” he said dismissively, shaking his head. “A locked cellar is suspicious to begin with.” At the question he bit his lip and shifted to be on his side, his face hanging inches away from Seb’s. “Nope. I guess we should take care of them, then.” His mind wandered for a bit and he imagined killing the parents together and fucking in the pool of blood like back in the old days, and he smiled mischievously. Then another idea crossed his mind and he turned serious. “Besides, I kind of want her to look like you.”

They had been together long enough for Sebastian to have a vague idea of what it was that was currently trickling through Jim’s mind. There would always be ways to prevent the parents from looking for her. Though, Jim’s sexual thoughts hadn’t quite made it to Seb’s conscious mind before the criminal’s expression turned serious.

Here we go, all hypothetical situations are over. This is where he tells me ‘be realistic, Tiger.’