"I’ll never leave you again, boss." Sebastian spoke quietly to the still body in his arms, his face carefully hidden from Jim’s sight… well, it would be. "You utter prick." Sebastian swallowed, tightening his grip on Jim’s body. His rifle banged against his back, but he didn’t care.
The city wasn’t especially busy at this time of day, but Sebastian weaved his way through backstreets and alleyways to avoid being seen. Jim deserved better. He should be paraded around as lord and master of all the pathetic human beings on the planet – but Seb knew better than to do so and expose his boss’ plan. Instead, Seb made his way to a small apartment on the outskirts of London, having difficulty opening the door, and eventually getting inside, the dead body still tangled in his arms.
"Here you go, boss." Seb whispered. He laid Jim down on the sofa, arranging him as best he could. The house was empty – no-one would hear him speak or cry or laugh… why would he laugh? This was his boss, dead, right in front of him. Seb whimpered, his rifle clattering to the floor as he knelt before the body on the sofa. "I’m so sorry."
"Ah, Seb." Jim sighed, his hand going to his head. "You’re so sentimental." he sat up and grinned at the shocked sniper. He leaned forward. "And this is very interesting indeed." he winked.
I promise that this is the last one!
Little bit of Johnlock / Kitten!John to round off the night. Enjoy~!
I’ve drawn a sleepy John, some Jimlock, and a Doctor / Sherlock crossover.
One of these days, I’ll get a scanner, and you’ll be able to see them properly. Until then, I’ll have to keep taking pictures of them (poor quality, but deal with it.).
Because Johnlock is sexy. And Sherlock with wings is sexy. And John trying not to fall is sexy.
Therefore - this.