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Jim had decided to sleep in that day. The curtains on his four-poster bed were drawn, and he was dozing peacefully in the velvety darkness. He sighed, stirring ever so slightly, moving over a bit, and curling up into a gangly ball.
A tiny rustling started to pull him out of his delicious nightmares. The curtains were moving. He grumbled and flipped onto his other side, his eyes unfocused as he managed to open his eyelids.
"Whasssssthifss…" he mumbled.
He was suddenly blasted with the full force of London sunlight, rare as it was, when the curtains were unceremoniously ripped open. Jim yelped, gathering his covers around his head and quickly drawing a knife from under his goose-feather pillow. "What the hell—?!"
A tall man loomed, casting a long shadow across the king-sized bed. Jim was suddenly assaulted by what appeared to be a young man's body, oozing blood. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Jim screamed.
He scrambled out of bed, quickly grabbing Seb by the collar. He leaned in close, their noses less than an inch apart. "Do you realize," he hissed, "that those are one thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets? And you've just soiled them! And I killed the last dry cleaner, so now I have to find another one, short notice! All thanks to you!"
Seb chewed on his toothpick, his eyes half-opened. "I did the job. I got the guy. He's right there."
"No shit, Sherlock," Jim growled. "What, are you expecting a treat?"
Seb shrugged. "Not really."
Jim's face reddened. He released Seb and folded his arms, turning away.
"He's the rat, right?" Seb asked, his brow wrinkling. "The one in that organization."
"Yes, yes," Jim said, waving his hand. "You really are incorrigible, Seb. I should get you a bell or something. Then I'd know that the great rat catcher was approaching."
"I'm not a cat—"
"Tiger, cat, same difference. Just don't start playing with yarn, okay?" Jim replied. He sulked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
A tiny rustling started to pull him out of his delicious nightmares. The curtains were moving. He grumbled and flipped onto his other side, his eyes unfocused as he managed to open his eyelids.
"Whasssssthifss…" he mumbled.
He was suddenly blasted with the full force of London sunlight, rare as it was, when the curtains were unceremoniously ripped open. Jim yelped, gathering his covers around his head and quickly drawing a knife from under his goose-feather pillow. "What the hell—?!"
A tall man loomed, casting a long shadow across the king-sized bed. Jim was suddenly assaulted by what appeared to be a young man's body, oozing blood. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Jim screamed.
He scrambled out of bed, quickly grabbing Seb by the collar. He leaned in close, their noses less than an inch apart. "Do you realize," he hissed, "that those are one thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets? And you've just soiled them! And I killed the last dry cleaner, so now I have to find another one, short notice! All thanks to you!"
Seb chewed on his toothpick, his eyes half-opened. "I did the job. I got the guy. He's right there."
"No shit, Sherlock," Jim growled. "What, are you expecting a treat?"
Seb shrugged. "Not really."
Jim's face reddened. He released Seb and folded his arms, turning away.
"He's the rat, right?" Seb asked, his brow wrinkling. "The one in that organization."
"Yes, yes," Jim said, waving his hand. "You really are incorrigible, Seb. I should get you a bell or something. Then I'd know that the great rat catcher was approaching."
"I'm not a cat—"
"Tiger, cat, same difference. Just don't start playing with yarn, okay?" Jim replied. He sulked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
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Tiger - Mormor(?)
Sebastian had long since gotten used to the nicknames Jim gave him, but that didn't mean he had to like them.
"Seb."
"Sebby."
"'Bastian."
"Pet."
"Pet" had to be the worst one. Jim only ever used it for the most meaningless tasks. "Pet, make me tea.", "Pet, we're out of spaghetti."
"Pet, my experiment went horribly wrong, come clean it up for me." Jim's voice echoed from the kitchen, as if to prove his point.
Sebastian sighed and stood up from his place on the couch to get a mop. He entered the kitchen to see some sort of bubbling, radio-active green mass on the white tile floor. He looked around to see that Jim already f
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Cold - Mormor
It was freezing. The heater was broken and there was a horrible draft. They were in the dead of winter and a hail storm was raging outside, the tiny balls of ice beating at the window violently. It was surprising that the glass didn't shatter altogether.
Jim sat on the couch with Sebastian's hoodie and a blanket wrapped around his small figure. He was tempted to go downstairs and yell at someone about it, but he didn't want to move from his warm cocoon he created around himself. It was too cold to even think about moving. He didn't dare let his fuzzy-sock-covered feet touch the icy ground.
He silently urged Sebastian to come back to their
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Cat in the closet
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: T
Pairing: 5th Doctor/Cheetah!Master slash, if you don't like it or implications of it: avoid this please ^^
Summary: The Doctor's companions suggest to get a cat, so he does
more or less.
"Doctor, you could at least consider it."
It had started with a remark from the Doctor, about how he had wanted to have a pet as a child. Tegan had immediately suggested that he should get himself a cat.
"Now look, Tegan. I don't have time for a pet now. I'm too busy to look after a cat."
"Well that's the best thing actually, cats are quite independent and often just need to be left alone. They are proud and stubborn,
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Short crack MorMor fic, yeah.
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