Sherlock Imagines

The Flat War (Sheriarty)

Day Seven of SHIPPING WARS
Ship Suggester: @FemaleLucifer666
A/N: Originally, I wrote this for John/Sherlock, but I thought it made more sense with Jim, so... there's fan art for this one, but it's Johnlock. So... I liked it, and I wanted to share it with you all. So, it's at the end. Enjoy~

If anyone knew how difficult it could be to live with Jim, it was Sebastian Moran. That being said, he didn't dare warn Sherlock of what he was getting into. After all, it was the detective's boyfriend, he could probably handle it. Besides, he had John to worry about.
As the last few pieces of furniture were arranged to John's liking, Sebastian took a long drag of his cigarette.
"Let's see here..." John thought aloud, pushing the coffee table slightly to the left before taking a step back to admire his work.
"I think it looks good." Sebastian said without a thought. After years of watching Jim play "interior designer" every six or so months, it was nice to know this wouldn't be changing for a long time.
"You do?" The hedgehog of a man said with a slight bit of shock to his tone. John had seen it before- it looked like something from a five-star home decorating magazine. It was practically art!
"This reminds me... we should probably go check on the Magpie and Otter." Sebastian huffed, still slightly annoyed at their being together despite his relationship with John. His partner nodded, going to grab a jacket before they left.

Sebastian couldn't say he wasn't expecting Jim and Sherlock to argue over flat arrangements. What he didn't expect, however, was there to be random divisions of the flat. The entire flat's floor was coated in 5x5 squares, either apple red or an almost silky purple colour.
"Uh... what's going on here..?" Jim looked up from his spot on the sofa, a wry grin on his face, clearly amused by John's ignorance.
"My Darling Detective refuses to let me reorganize, so we're having a bit of a row." Upon further inspection, Sebastian could tell without even looking at the squares which parts were Jim's. The bookshelf was neatly organized, starting with book type followed by Author- exceptions for series books, which were in the front of their genre section, organized by title. It was neat, without extra clutter, and their were few ornamentations, all done tastefully. Most of the sitting room was impeccably clean, furniture arranged in what Jim called "modern arrangement," and the mantle was rid of random clutter, rather it was just as organized as the bookcase. However, most of the kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off, as well as a small desk, which was clean on one half- collecting cobwebs on the other. He couldn't help cracking up at the sight.
"This is utterly childish!" John proclaimed, his brow furrowing at the man, "So, what? You split the bedroom, too?" He criticized, earning himself a laugh.
"No, no, Johnny-Boy — I took the bed immediately, and most of the bathroom. Sherlock's parts are mainly on the floor in our room, and he has a small square of the shower." Jim explained, showing a toothy grin. Sherlock peaked out of the hall, clearly utterly exhausted.
"Oh- and he thought to take the fridge." The Detective hopped from his square to his square, avoiding touching any of Jim's.
"I don't think my dear Sherly quite thought his arrangements through, all the way." A menacing grin spread across Jim's lips, Sebastian having to bite his palm to try and contain his laughter. He soon got a hard nudge to the gut to tell him to behave, but still, his need to laugh persisted.
"You're a bastard." Sherlock's eyes burned into his fiancé, but Jim didn't pay him any mind.
"You called the fridge, your side of the desk, and your chair first and foremost, which gave me ample time to call anything else you regularly use." Sebastian knew Jim could pretty much go from New Years to Christmas with only about three meals- it was part of who he was. He saw what Sherlock was trying to do, but... he really should know his partner Beyer than that.
While it was true both men could go ages without sleep, Jim had been the clever one to take the bed and sofa. Even when Sherlock did grow tired- he had nowhere to sleep but the floor.
"Check And Mate- Boss, I've gotta give you props on this one." Chuckled the right hand, moving to tousle his hair. He got himself a beaming smile back, while Sherlock huffed something about it "not being over, yet!" or something.

It was over by that evening, however. Jim was casually reading a book on mathematical theory in application to astrophysics (by one of his favourite authors, Carl Sagan), when Sherlock slipped on top of him, wrapping his arms around his criminal.
"Is this you surrendering, love?" He purred, smirking slightly to himself. In return, all he got was a soft snore.

( credit to: @Stayin_Alive )