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Commissioned by this-simple-mind for her spectacular fic, Pretty-Psycho-Boy.

Thank you so so much! This fic is loaded with intense scenes and detail— it’s breathtaking (in more ways than one)! If you haven’t read it, please do so!

I mean now. Do it now.

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"Be a dear and hand me my shirt, will you? I think it fell on your side."

Seb groaned and smashed his face further into the pillow covering his face before muttering into it “Get it yourself if you want it so much. I’m perfectly happy with the way you are” Followed swiftly by “Weird fucking morning person…”

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"Maybe you’re an insomniac for a decent reason, but you’re still an insomniac" Seb smiled rolling slightly to his side then propping himself up on his elbows him running his callused fingers along the fair skin of Jim’s back "And you have enough wardrobe for any occasion, you know how fast I drive, I can fix any screw up the idiots made in the few hours I was off the clock, your emails will be on your phone even if you have to check them in the car, and unless you want to be four hours early I can still get you where you need to be in enough time… I’m simply thinking in more ways than just one…" with a smile he leaned down tugging the sheet just a little lower to kiss the small of Jim’s back and his spine. "Unless the paper… is just that important"

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There was an aggravated sigh leaving the criminal. "You can deny it all you want, but there's plenty to do and not enough hours in the day." He didn't need to explain that to Sebastian, the man knew. But still, those rough hands on his skin and the lips trailing down his spine were nearly enough to convince the consultant to linger in bed just a bit longer. With a growl aimed more at himself than at the sniper, Jim shifted so that he could look down at the wide expanse of Sebastian's chest. "You're entirely too incorrigible." Still, he trailed the back of his fingers down Moran's arm, not too proud to admit to himself that he rather enjoyed the feeling of the other's rough skin against his.

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Shine on You Crazy Diamond || Star!Seb and Jim

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Seb blinked a few more times as the boy before him stared. He continued to try to brush himself off, but it seemed a mostly hopeless cause. The more he tried the more dirt and shining dust fell from his new carbon form. It seemed the fall had rather solidified his body His heat pulling nitrogen and oxygen carbon from his new… surrounding. He would not call Earth home.

He shook his head once more as the boy spoke and could not help the words “I said It was a long way down, dumb ass” from slipping past his tongue before he could stop himself. The poor kid didn’t look much older than he felt. Sure Seb had seen centuries pass from where he shone… but he was still only about a fifth of the way through his life cycle. He supposed being linked to this time would affect his maturation rate… but that would be something he could think about later. Instead he tried to focus on the here and now. On the poor dumb ass he had just so rudely mocked.

It wasn’t his fault that Seb had fallen literally at his feet. Well… he supposed it sort of was in the end. But still, the kid was probably just as doubting of fairy tales as he had been up until moments ago. And that was assuming Humans even shares the fairy tales of stars. Something he seriously doubted.

Sebastian stretched before looking back up at the kid from his crater “Do me a favor and give me a hand?” HE asked offering up his hand. His legs still didn’t feel entirely stable and the idea of supporting his own weight to get out of his hole int he ground seemed decidedly unappealing “And why are you looking at me like that?”

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This was so completely... surreal. It was the only word he could really grasp at that came anywhere close to this entire encounter. A part of him thought this was all one dream he'd wake up from any minute now. He might not be fully convinced of that, but he would go along with it... he guessed.

At being called a dumb ass, the dark haired teen felt himself bristle. He was a great many things, but dumb wasn't one of them. The thoughtless gaping was quick to turn into a narrowed glare. Wordlessly, he reached down at grasped onto the other boy's -- if Jim could call him a boy -- hand. With a grunt he tugged and pulled until the other was out of the ditch he'd... fallen into. "Oh, I don't know." The sarcasm in his voice was obvious. "Maybe because a boy just fell out of the sky in a giant ball of fire?!"

#Shine on You Crazy Diamond #gunhandmoran

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"Be a dear and hand me my shirt, will you? I think it fell on your side."

Seb groaned and smashed his face further into the pillow covering his face before muttering into it “Get it yourself if you want it so much. I’m perfectly happy with the way you are” Followed swiftly by “Weird fucking morning person…”

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Seb sat up as Jim spoke, but only long enough to be hit in the face by a pillow. “Is weird fucking insomniac better then?” He growled grabbing the pillow and tugging it away from his boss before flopping back once more. “And did you just say hours? Here I was thinking the damn shirt might be a priority and you just said hours” He laid out on his back and looked up at Jim his blue eyes bright with challenge “I could work with hours…”

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"I'm not an insomniac. I simply have more important things to do." He rolled his eyes again, growling as the man laid back down. And here he thought they were getting somewhere. "Yes hours. I have to get dressed and read, check my emails, deal with whatever screw ups those buffoons have managed to pull off in the few hours I've been laying here stuck under your gigantic arm. Not to mention travel time -- you're well aware at how early I have to arrive. Best be the first one at the meeting point, least the opposing side think they'll try to be clever in setting up a trap."

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"Be a dear and hand me my shirt, will you? I think it fell on your side."

Seb groaned and smashed his face further into the pillow covering his face before muttering into it “Get it yourself if you want it so much. I’m perfectly happy with the way you are” Followed swiftly by “Weird fucking morning person…”

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A short sigh left the criminal as he rolled his eyes. "Firstly, I'm hardly a morning person." He just wasn't one for sleep. You couldn't be a morning or night person if you didn't have a way of distinguishing the difference between the two. "And it's not like I want it so badly. Simply have a meeting in a few hours." He waited a good few seconds before he took a spare pillow and hit Moran over the head with it. "Come on!"

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