Heaven sent you to me. To me, to me.
jim how did you even
jim just lost all faith in humanity
Seb stared at Saint Peter in disbelief, and then anger. “What? No, I can’t go in there!”
The taller man— angel?— gave a sort of shrug. “You’re good at heart.”
“Bullshit,” Sebastian growled, crossing his arms. “I mean, I’ve spent half my life making /sure/ I didn’t….”
The angel cocked his head. “And why’s that?”
Sebastian grew quiet. A moment of silence passed between the two of them, outside the golden gates. “Because of him.”
Peter opened his mouth to answer, when a shoe- a very fucking expensive shoe- flew over Sebastian’s head. It’s thrower stood on the other side of the gates wearing Westwood and aviators, and something between a scowl and a maniac grin. “Oi, over here, you dolt!”
Sebastian forced himself to drag his eyes away from Jim for just a moment to throw an accusatory glance at the saint. “How the fucking hell did /he/…”
Peter chuckled. “Apparently, he’s got some dirt on The Big Guy.”
Perfect fanartfic is perfect.
(aka one of Clo’s favourite villains! <; )
Yes, that’s Jim! just in front of Turner’s Reichenbach Falls. Sherlock is not far too, you can see his feet! Part of my 'jm - sh' drawing.
keep your friends close, and your enemies closer…
Shit, that’s a ship I can’t deny.