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“What are you doing” he asked, still laughing and placing his hand on Hannibal's shoulder.
“That which you asked of me” Hannibal confirmed in a proud tone, looking at Will’s eyes with devotion. -
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Will’s breathing became arrhythmic and even harder to control once he understood how well pinned down under Hannibal he was. The last strands of his restraint abandoned him when Hannibal lowered his head once more and continued biting him more fiercely and fervently than before, rubbing simultaneously Will’s body with his own.
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“Is it the next act already?” by Bamboozled_Panda
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
08 Sep 2023
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He immediately came to a stop, physically and mentally. His brain functionality dropped to zero the moment he saw Crowley rocking the stage dancing suggestively around the pole.
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Their eyes were locked with each other. Crowley’s gaze looked like he had met the love of his life, widening as he was taking Aziraphale’s features in, like it was the last thing he would ever witness. Aziraphale had let go of all memory on how to breathe. It wasn’t much of a problem because, if Crowley continued to look at him like that, it would positively be the death of him. -
"It doesn’t need to be perfect, just to be yours" by Bamboozled_Panda
Fandoms: Dead Poets Society (1989)
02 Sep 2023
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“You really look like a mad scientist at work when you’re writing, at times” he chuckled as he returned his gaze to Todd’s profile. Todd’s embarrassment had begun spreading from his ear reaching the rest of his face as he kept his guard up, lowering his head and folding his hands on top of the desk.
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“What did you do, angel?” by Bamboozled_Panda
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
29 Aug 2023
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“What did they do to you, Aziraphale?”
Aziraphale was seemingly searching for words to use. “It’s– it’s not what they did to me.” he stuttered. “It’s what I did. To them.”
Crowley noticed another tear that was making its way down the angel’s throat and moved his hand to wipe it, before he stopped himself.
“What did you do, angel?”