#jimxseb

[thesmartone]

Jim: How long are you going to be mad at me?

Sebastian: *looks at clock* 20 more minutes

[witdiseased]

Something important has come to my attention:

Apparently, a popular ship name for Moriarty/Moran is MorMor.

This, in Swedish, means "Mother's mother". This is what I called my grandmother (may she rest in peace).

I beg you, for the love of everything sacred, please just say Moriarty/Moran or Jim/Seb.

It disturbs me to no end to scan through my dash and see people talk about sexy grandmother art.

Please, for my sanity, come up with another ship name, before my brain starts crying.

[moraniarty-blog]

Suddenly, FANFICTION.

http://jimxsebfanfic.tumblr.com/

http://jimxsebfanfic.tumblr.com/

http://jimxsebfanfic.tumblr.com/

It's still setting up, and I'm in the process of dealing with the massive fic backlog. Once I've caught up we'll be accepting prompts, requests and fills in our ask box or submit.

[queerdean]

Untitled Jim/Seb Ficlet

Brief description: Jim shows Sebastian the outfit he's wearing to go meet Mr Sherlock Holmes.

“How do I look?” Jim asks, holding out his arms for Sebastian to see.   Seb glances at him over his coffee mug from the kitchen table and turns back to the newspaper.  He finishes taking a sip and swallows before answering.

“Like a queer.”   Jim hears the bitterness in what’s supposed to be a hurtful and annoyed comment.  Jim can always hear the subtle shifts of Sebastian’s speech.  His body says everything he’s trying not to. 

“Perfect.  I’ve got my number all ready to slip to Sherlock Holmes.  Like the underwear?”  he asks, toying with the elastic band with one finger.  Sebastian tries very hard not to look, Jim can tell.  His eyes not moving over his newspaper, his chest working shallowly but very slowly; Jim rocks on his heels, shoving his hands in his pockets and rounding his shoulders.  “Time to go play Jim from IT,” he says. 

Seb gives him another look, this one longer, lingering over the tight gray v-neck and the nearly-exposed stomach.

“Later,” he says, taking another gulp of coffee.  Jim makes a face; Seb likes his coffee completely black.  Jim can’t stomach the stuff without sugar and cream and caramel flavoring.  Too bitter.

“Wait,” says Jim, walking over to Seb and slowly moving to sit on his lap.  Seb doesn’t move a muscle, doesn’t even exhale.  Jim settles down on his hips and traces one manicured fingernail up Sebastian’s right arm and over his shoulder, hooking a finger into his dog tags.  He lifts up the chain and pulls it slowly over Seb’s dirty-blonde bed-head.  Jim slips the necklace over his own neck, tucks the tags under his low v-neck, and plants a quick nip on Seb’s bottom lip, slightly parted from the top in surprise. 

Jim feels the muscles underneath him tense before they can move and he jumps up, smirking.  Sebastian’s hand twitches and he picks up his empty coffee cup instead, curling his fingers around it until his knuckles are white.  This only makes Jim smile more. 

“We’re going out tonight,” says Seb, his voice a predatory growl.  It makes Jim shiver a little. 

“I have plans,” he says, watching Seb’s face closely.  “With the girl.”  A growl, an actual growl, rumbles in Seb’s throat.  Jim can see the signs of both his jealousy and arousal, and he chuckles. 

“No.  You have plans with me.”  Oh, that’s interesting, Jim thinks gleefully.  I hardly ever get to hear the Colonel when we’re alone.  With a smirk, he turns and struts toward the door.

“Don’t wait up for me, precious,” Jim calls as he walks out of the room with a cocky wiggle in his hips. 

“Don’t be late!” Sebastian yells at the closed door.  He knows Jim is laughing at him, the bastard.  Pants too tight, Seb abandons the newspaper and empty coffee mug and wanders off to have a cold shower. 

[thesmartone]

Jim: Hey Seb, do you want to hear a joke?

Sebastian, trying to concentrate on shooting: no

Jim: Lol you want to, so here goes

[glimmerwolke]

Cast the calming apple Up and over satellites To draw out the timid wild one To convince you it's all right And I listen for the whisper Of your sweet insanity While I formulate denials Of your effect on me You're a stranger So what do I care? You vanish today Not the first time I hear All the lies What am I to do with all this silence? Shy away, shy away phantom Run away, terrified child Won't you move away Fuckin' tornado I'm better off without you Tearin' my will down

[moraniarty-blog]

Perhaps we should all just decide on one ship name for jimxseb?

[cryptid-crush]

So... this was written about Jim and Sebastian, right?

[queerdean]

Untitled Jim/Seb Ficlet pt. 2

In direct succession to the ficlet I posted yesterday, but this could be read as a standalone if you want.  At least I think it could.  Enjoy!

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Sebastian had long ago trained his body and mind to still.  Snipers had to.  Sebastian had once waited on a rooftop in four inches of water in the freezing rain, on his stomach with his eye pressed to the scope of his rifle and done nothing except watch for nineteen hours.  Waiting for Jim to get home?  A child could wait longer.

After his cold shower, thinking the least sexy things possible (a list including grandmothers, cubicles, and vegetarian pizza), Seb had gone out on the balcony and chain-smoked his way through most of a pack of cigarettes.  Jim would hate the smell when he got home.  Good, Seb had thought, taking a rather violent drag on his cigarette and exhaling over the rail.  While he mindlessly smoked and stared at the traffic below him, Seb came up with a plan. 

1)      Change into something sexy.

2)      Put a knife in my right boot and my handgun in the band of my pants at the small of my back.

3)      Steal some of Jim’s hair product to do my hair how Jim likes it: like bed-head.

4)      Wait.

Seb is in stage four, when Jim arrives at 11pm, smelling like the girl and not bothering to be quiet.  In the light from the hallway, Sebastian can just make out a smudge of red at the corner of Jim’s mouth.  He can’t help but think it should be blood, when he knows it’s really lipstick.

“I thought I said not to be late,” says Sebastian from his position in the dark living room, leaning forward on one of the posh armchairs in his combat boots, army fatigues, and a tight black thermal.   Jim only sighs, not surprised by Sebastian’s presence, as usual.

“I thought I told you not to wait,” he retorts, casually walking through the dark flat.  He knows where everything is, so his steps are confident even though he can’t see; Seb knows his night vision will take a few more moments to adjust, while his own pupils are fully blown.

Seb stands silently, all the muscles in his body tense and coiled.  Jim turns back, waiting for a response.  Seb can see his eyes, wider than usual, trying to compensate for the pupil’s slow dilation.  As his eyes adjust, he giggles.   “What are you wearing?”  Seb smirks.

“If you like it, follow me,” he says, and walks out the front door.

“Oh, I love this game,” Jim half-whispers-half-giggles behind him.  Seb doesn’t turn to look as Jim shuts the door and follows him out to the waiting—always waiting—car.  The man inside sees them and stars it up. 

Sebastian gets in and Jim slides in beside him.

“Where are we going?” asks Jim.  The driver is too smart to ask.  He only waits.

“Stripes,” Sebastian says.  Jim giggles again as the car takes off.

“”I would have been home sooner if you’d said we were going dancing,” Jim croons.  Seb rolls his eyes.

“Liar.”

“Aren’t I just, though?” Jim murmurs, scooting closer, running the back of his knuckles up the outside of Seb’s thigh, over the cameo pattern and around his hip.  He reach the gun, metal warm from Sebastian’s body heat, and pauses for a moment, leaning so his lips just brush Sebastian’s earlobe.

“Expecting trouble?” he breathes.  Seb takes a deep breath and shudders and exhale as Jim lightly sucks on his earlobe.

“Always,” he mumbles.  He can feel Jim smile and then bite down, so close to breaking skin, but not yet.

Yet.  The thought sends a shudder of pleasure up Sebastian’s spine.

[thesmartone]

Jim: I got stabbed lightly

Sebastian: Meh, I was shot at many times, cry baby

Jim: I said that to make you feel... less uncomfortable....

Jim: sure didn't go as I planned

[jimxsebfanfic]

>Author: manic-intent

>Category: General

>Length: ~10,000

>Rating: M

Sebastian is busy getting his lip split open when he first meets Jim Moriarty.

[destielhasdestroyedme-blog]

I need links to MorMor fics because of reasons. I don't even care what kind of fics. Fluffy, AU, angsty, smutty I don't give a fuck. 

I just want MorMor. 

Help a fangirl out?　

[knickolas-pnackolas]

*sigh* So I'm in a writing sort of mood...

Fill my ask with prompts! I command you! XD Seriously though. Prompts would be lovely :3

[jimxsebfanfic]

>Author: war wound

>Category: Drabbles, varying

>Length: currently ~4,000

>Rating: M

A collection of shorts and mini fics about Jim and Seb.