#good omens fanficion

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My Fics <3

I am on AO3 as bobbirose!

I've written a teensy bit of GO fic in the past several months so thought I'd compile a list here x

Cowboys are Frequently, Secretly Fond of Each Other (WIP, Rated E) Missing Wild West minisode in which Crowley and Aziraphale come to grips with the Transatlantic Railroad, American history at its boiling points, and each other.

For I Have Sinned (WIP, Rated E) Fleabag AU, exactly what it says on the tin

Ineffable Playlist Series (In which I write one-shots based on the titles of songs in my Ineffable Husbands playlist. Songs used so far are: - We'll Meet Again (Vera Lynn) - Bless the Telephone (Labi Siffre) - Like Real People Do (Hozier)

self promotion over!

ps ignore the drarry fic from high school

[humanbeingwithissues]

are you kidding me

[mindfogs]

a brief comparison of compleately different medias that rewired my brain. yes i'm aware the target audience of this post is me only.

It was supposed to be a joke but I can’t do anything casually so a more vaguely detailed analysis under the cut.

spoilers for all three obviously but vague spoilers about themes and not plot points. i could have gone more in the specifics but it's late and i don't want to fall in this rabbit hole right now i need sleep.

If you strip these stories of all the cool visuals and funny jokes, if you take away their narratives with the world about to end, you're left with pure, naked, vulnerable love that is such a core essence of any of these characters. Love is what can destroy or save the world. Love is what drives the heroes forward. Love is what keeps them from dying.

I think all three stories are about being loved and accepted for who you are. Even if you've changed and you don't like yourself, even if you've stayed the same and you don't like yourself.

They're about tearing yourself apart, throw up, slashing yourself open in front of the one you love. Let them see everything, the bad and the gross and asking "do you still love me?".

They're about enduring, sacrificing yourself, everything, sacrificing the world, God, the entire universe for the one you love.

They're about trusting to choose each other over and over again, everytime, in every universe, even if the next time you see me I may not be what you remembered. Even if you don't recognize me.

They're about eating, gnawing, cannibalizing each other over and over and over in a mutual exchange of obsession.

They're about carving your own peace when you don't even know what peace it's supposed to be like

They're about grief and loss and learning to be whole again.

They're about submitting oneself to the horrifying oredeal of being known in order to allowing the reward of being loved.

It's about "it's rotten work" and answering everytime without esitation "not to me, not if it's you"

[ladynearthelake]

Fic Master Post

This is a thing people do, yeah? All my fics are up on AO3, but here's a handy list of them all for your enjoyment:

The Witcher

Radskier

never be torn apart 3.7k E

Yennefer asks Jaskier over for an evening of sex. Jaskier insists on bringing Radovid along.

A Great Weight Upon His Head 4.3k G

Radovid remembers a turned back. A dismissal. He remembers stepping forward to follow but holding back because he is no longer welcome. The future he wants burns up before him like the flames that consume Aretuza. A crown rimmed with blood presses heavy on his head. It’s weight tethers him to the darkness. He tries not to dwell on what could have been. So many are depending on him, but he waits. He hopes. The door never opens. The sunlight never pours in. He forgets the touch of it against his skin. For his is king, and that is all he can be.

An Unexpected but Much Anticipated Reunion 4.6k M

With the North in the throes of war, Radovid rides out with his troops to boost morale. He is rewarded with an opportunity to play the dashing hero to someone he never thought he would get to see again.

The Memory of You Lingers Like Our Song 5.7k T

Fifteen years after parting from Jaskier, Radovid has lived a life. After the sudden death of his queen, he travels to the summer palace for some private time. He doesn't expect to run into the bard along the way.

Reminders of You, Pressed into my Skin 3.9k E

Radovid misses Jaskier when he leaves. The bard offers to leave him a reminder.

Together in Song Despite the Distance 3.5k G

A bored prince wanders away from his gilded cage and crosses paths with a bard he's admired for years. Fluff ensues.

Once Upon a Dream 7.5k M

Jaskier is having strange dreams. Is it just his subconscious pining after a certain Redanian prince, or is something more sinister going on?

Fighting Fires 4k M

After Radovid's betrayal, Jaskier wanders the woods searching for Ciri. He finds Rience instead.

Worth 6k T

Radovid may be shackled to the Redanian throne, but he must survive. He needs to prove his worth.

A Lingering Promise of Song 2.3k T

A good-bye and a promise for the future.

Second Verses 2.4k T

This isn't the end of the song. It's only the first verse.

For If Your Goal Be Paradise 6.8k T

Radovid's had it bad for Jaskier since he first heard the bard's songs.

Geraskier

Forever Asking More 5k G

Destiny hasn't stopped making demands of Geralt of Rivia, but someone who matters far more has.

A Very Nice Hat 2.4k

Jaskier laments the loss of his hat.

Ficlet

New Year, New Start 1.3k G

Jaskier contemplates tired metaphors and the start of a new year.

Critical Role

Dorym

Composure 571

Dorian Storm leaves.

Retaliation 3.4k G

Dorian should have realized sooner he was walking in to a trap.

Gray Area 5.1k G

Dorian's past catches up with him.

Promises Kept 3.5k G

Dorian does as he's asked.

Other Fandoms

Pacific Rim - Newmann

Heartless 8k T

Confronted with a choice, Newt gives up something precious for the chance to be with Hermann

Lonesome Series 3.5k G

Newt wakes up in a room. He doesn't remember anything but his name, at least at first...

Good Omens - Ineffable Husbands

Tokens of Gingerbread 15k G

Two stories centering around giving gingerbread as a favor to a loved one.

Final Fantasy 7

One Last Time 789 G

Jessie muses on what comes next.

[starlord-the-endless]

From the ashes of the past,

The royal will long outlast,

As acended from red blood of mortality,

To the golden ichor of immortality.

~A poem by myself (Jaytheen)

Thus, I went from the Prince/ss to the God/dess to write my own new myths.

From @starlord-the-endless to @dandelion-blues

Ao3 account Dandelion_Blues

[fallingforfictionalmen]

i think the reason it’s taken me so long to accept and digest the fact that crowley and aziraphale actually kissed is bc ever since that episode my ao3 tags have been “torture” and “hurt no comfort”

[weirdlynotspecific]

HI FEEL FREE TO SEND ME ASKS I'M VERY BORED.

Any suggestions for things I should write? Send them!

Opinions on ships? Send them!

Just wanna say hi? Come say hi!!!

[lunafr3ak]

Good Omens Fanficion "Beaten and Bruised"

When Aziraphale joins the school in the middle of the school year and starts doing good deeds, he quickly becomes the target of the schools troublemakers. But bullying innocent people never had been Crowley's thing. So he decides to step up for the new kid, offering him protection.

Can Crowley protect him though? And will their new-found friendship maybe even blossom into something... more?

This fic contains a lot of angst, some fluff and (of course) a happy ending. I'm still recovering from the events of s2 ep 06, so this is a way of coping😭

Give it a read, if you want! Enjoy ☺️

[ghostingssdeadlinee]

Hey I’m Nem :3

I’m new to tumblr and I have no idea what I’m doing :D

But I’m planing to post head canons / one shots / fanficions of characters or whatever :3!!

About me:

I have ADHD and I’m dyslexic!!

I like drawing sometimes!! I often dont show it of but hey! Maybe!!

I’m non-binary, queer and also on the ace spectrum!! ^_^

Any pronouns !!

I love mcr :3 and my favorite song of theirs is cemetery drive ^^

I’m Swedish >;3

I’ve been writing sense like forever but this is the first time I’m posting it !! :D

Some fandoms I’d write for:

Supernatural

Doctor who

Criminal minds

Twd

Tlou

Good omens (platonic and/or ineffable husbands)

(Mainly supernatural and doctor who because their my hyperfixsation rn <3)

(( but don’t be afraid to ask for other fandoms !!))

What I will write:

SFW

Platonic

NSFT :3

Yandere typa stuff I guess !

Focused on x reader stuff but wouldn’t back away from ships &lt;3

Multi people x reader

What I won’t write:

Honestly depends, send a ask with whatever and I just won’t answer it if I don’t want to write it ^^!!

Dni (I guess??): basic Dni (like racists and homophobes, etc), proshipers, just anyone’s who’s a dick ig :3

Id love to be mutuals <333

Yeah so send an ask about me and/or of a character with a prompt and I’ll answer x3 !!!

Bye <333 - Nem :3

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ac usa fic 🤲🤲

excerpt from Cowboys are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other as promised :) (set in the 1860s)

And Crowley would…what was Crowley doing? He had been wading towards the misery feast promised in the South, had been playing with the idea of attending some battles. Submitting some basic reports. Trying not to irrevocably alter the course of human history. Hell really didn’t like it when he did those sorts of things on his own.

So when George asked him what his business in the city was, Crowley had shrugged and asked if they were looking for any help.

And so Crowley spent the next several months as a conductor.

He was remarkably well-suited to it. He could escort large of groups of people as they—miraculously—managed to avoid the eyes and ears of slavecatchers and their hounds. In his reports Downstairs, he rambled about using his demonic powers to flout the laws of the state and—he was reaching for this one—the Lord’s will, in Her newly anointed America, one nation (well, usually) under God.

Among the Railroad there began to be talk of a red-haired man. He would never show you his eyes but to be his hands was to be safe.

The pain of separating from Aziraphale was shoved to the back of his chest, pressed right up against his heart, but not penetrating it. In the space between his ribcage and his breast he cultivated a sense of righteousness, of indignation in the face of cruelty and barbarism. He buoyed himself by silently daring God to try and intervene, to try and say that this wasn’t his job, this rescuing business, that this wasn’t he was supposed to do as one of the Fallen. He kept an ear close to the Heavens, but of course, they were silent. His stars shone above him on nights keeping watch in the woods, sleeping fugitives all around him, winking at him hello.

[humanbeingwithissues]

all I feel is pain

[iuwans]

Soo, I found an old idea I wrote up about a large and complex cross-fandom fanficion. What are these fandoms? Well:

Marvel (as in MCU) x Harry Potter x Good Omens x Lucifer (Netflix)

There's some romance, drama, and action planned. And some great ships. 🚢 I'm thinking about actually writing it, even if I have lots of doubts in myself. (For instance, because I'm not a native English speaker.)

But hey, is there anyone who would be interested? 😄 (Just curious if I should post it somewhere.)

[ponfarrtimeatthevulcannightclub]

Wasn't tagged already so thank you

Last song:c u girl by steve lacy

Last movie: Life (1999). This movie killed me but the ending was happy so, slay

Currently watching: nothing atm since good omens slaughtered me but I do need to watch the new season of the dragon prince

Currently reading: fanficion, this one book I have to read for my love and sex class called Love and Sex: A Primer by Stacy Keltner, and I have an Angela Davis book I need to start

Currently craving: words fail me here so I'm just gonna say to finish this cosplay

Last thing I researched: I don't remember if it was my aunt or what would happen if humans could photosynthesize

Open tags but also tagging @awkwardtuatara @jacuzziwaters @derpycat02 @ansergoose @gelatinous-jellyfish @prinxe-with-no-crown @sphyrnicate

thanks @milocki for the tag!!

last song: sound life - L.E.M

last movie: lord of the rings - the return of the king

currently watching: trigun 98 but w/ dub this time instead of sub (rewatch)

currently reading: our wives under the sea by julia maxfield (and also trigun maximum)

currently craving: any kind of tea

last thing i researched: how to make an efficient relational database schema using orm (for school). rpi stuff, bugs in video games, and how to write a good story (for fun, i've been getting back into writing recently)

some tags:

@arsonistcryptid @bluescreening @wallf1ower @funnyunnie @annoyingbasementphantom @candidateofloyalty @asushunamir2051 @elu-xx @a-fox-studies + uhhh anyone who wants to join in ig?

[xdsockmonkey]

The Best I’ve Been in A While

Pairing: Aziraphale x Reader (could be platonic or romantic), Crowley

Word Count: 1,653

Warnings: Mentions of a breakup, hurt comfort

Summary: Reader gets broken up with, Aziraphale helps

Notes: *I tried to make everything as gender-neutral as possible* This is based on @thependragonwritersguild​ prompt #11596 for @daryls-crossbow-carols-boots​ who asked for someone to write an Aziraphale fic and I finally got an idea

You had recently moved to London… well, not that recently. You had moved here over a year ago, got a relatively good job and two solid friends, but you still felt like something was missing. You had gotten a black kitten to keep you company—you loved Butters (the name was part of the reason you fell in love with her) but there was still something missing. Today was Saturday and you were fulfilling your tradition of going on a random adventure one day out of the week. Today you were wandering some streets you had never paid much attention to while sipping some coffee. So far you had discovered two pet stores, a donut shop, a pizza shop and a Christmas store. As you were walking down the street, looking at the colorful shops you were passing, you accidentally bumped shoulders with a stranger.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed. As your head turned to look at the stranger, you first noticed his dark sunglasses. But for a split second you could see behind them and you could see bright yellow-orange eyes. The stranger pauses for a second and stands up straight.

“No worries,” he quietly says, before walking away. As you continued to wander around you kept thinking about that man. He intrigued you and you felt an immediate urge to want to be his friend. Later that day, when you were home curled up on your bed with your cat you suddenly got a text.

“We scheduled too many people for tomorrow, you can have the day off,” your manager sent. Not putting too much thought into it, you turned off your alarms and decided to watch some TV while falling asleep.

When you awoke the next morning, you instantly thought of the man with the yellow eyes. Throughout the morning you continued to feel the strong urge to go back to the streets you wandered less than 24 hours ago. You ate a quick breakfast while watching TV then changed into some casual clothes. Once you felt ready to face the world, you grabbed your phone and earbuds and listened to some of your favorite music as you walked to the streets you wandered the day before. As you were nearing a corner, something made you stop—some kind of feeling, similar to daja vu. It made you feel as though you were walking toward something greater. Your feet began to move forward again, and before you knew what you were doing, you had entered a shop. The atmosphere of the building immediately brought you a sense of peace and you just knew you were in a book shop. It was incredibly quiet but some soft squeaks of old stairs told you someone was here.

“Hello?” asked a sweet voice. Instinctively, you stopped all movement and suddenly felt very out of place. Feeling unsure of yourself, you decided to turn around and exit the bookshop. Right as your hand touched the handle the stranger said “You don’t have to leave… if you don’t want to that is.” Something about the way he spoke made you take your hand off the door handle and turn around. What you didn’t know was that this day was the start of the best year of your life.

You began to hang out at the bookshop more. You learned that Aziraphale was the name of the man who ran the shop and that Crowley was the name of his friend (the man with the sunglasses that you had accidentally ran into). About six months after meeting them they told you they were an angel and a demon. Life was great. You had found these two amazing people that you spent most of your free time with, unless you were with Charlie. You had met Charlie two months after meeting Aziraphale and Crowley. Charlie had asked for your phone number, then immediately asked you on a date. Not having anything to lose, you agreed. Things were great in the beginning, they made you laugh and were incredibly respectful with any boundaries you set, but after two months of dating something in the relationship felt off. You tried to spend more time with them and to talk about what was going on but they would always change the subject, so you just dropped it.

Now, here you are, almost five months into the relationship and Charlie is coming to your apartment to “have a very serious talk.” You were sitting at your kitchen table trying to calm your shaking hands.

“They should be here by now,” you mumble to yourself. Not even a minute later an uneven knock comes from your door. Taking a deep breath you stood up and walked to your door. Gathering all your courage you opened the door.

“Hey!” you said, forcing a smile to your face. They looked nervous, but not a good kind of nervous like when you’re on a rollercoaster, it was a bad kind of nervous like when you have to take a test you didn’t study for.

“I’m just going to make this quick,” they start, not even looking you in the eye. “We’re over. I just can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.” And with that, they were gone. You were left standing in the doorway completely flabbergasted. You slowly backed into your apartment and locked your door. Turning around you slid down the back of the door. You put your hand over to try and control your sobs. You sat against your door for an hour as sorrow overtook your body. Butters curled up between your legs and tried to lift your spirits. Eventually, the afternoon turned into the evening and you had to find the strength to stand up and get something to eat. Shuffling to your kitchen you grabbed a random snack and stumbled into your bedroom. You turned on the TV, not bothering to change the channel to something you’d actually like to watch and ate your snack. Feeling a tiny bit better you checked your phone. You had 20 unread texts from Crowley and 40 missed calls from Aziraphale. You felt bad for not answering but you didn’t have the emotional capacity to do that right now, so with the TV still on you rolled over and went to sleep (even though it wasn’t even 6 pm yet).

When you awoke the next day you felt a lot better. You weren’t at 100% yet, but you felt as though you could function. When you checked your phone you had even more missed texts and calls from Crowley and Aziraphale. You decided you better go visit them before they thought you were dead. Sighing, you got up and brushed your teeth then got dressed. You walked to a coffee shop and got a drink before continuing your walk to the bookshop. As you got closer you became more nervous and almost considered turning back, but you forced yourself to continue forward.

Your steps slowed as you walked up the steps of the old store. Slowly, you pushed open the door and walked inside. You didn’t even know what brought you here, you began to think that it would’ve been better if you started at home. You didn’t want to be a burden to them. Hearing the familiar creaking of the old stairs, you knew they were here and it was too late to turn back.

“Y/N! Darling, is everything alright? You weren’t answering your phone and I almost came over last night but Crowley convinced me to wait til tonight if we still hadn’t heard anything…” the Angel continued to ramble. Your feet pulled you forward and before you knew it, you had yourself wrapped around him in a warm hug. His train of thought halted and his arms were soon wrapped around you. You were trying so hard not to break down right there but a few tears escaped.

“What’s wrong?” Crowley asked from behind Aziraphale. The Angel pulled away and gave you a concerned look while checking over your face. You suddenly felt very small under both of their strong gazes. Your eyes diverted to the ground as you began to fidget with your hands.

“Y/N, you know you can tell us anything,” Aziraphale said as you began to fight back tears. “We need to know what happened so we can help.”

“Umm… you remember Charlie right?” you quietly began.

“Of course,” the angel replied.

“About three months ago I felt something in our relationship change… oh my God, I’m so stupid of not doing anything about it sooner!” you cried. Suddenly feeling very weak on your feet, you felt yourself start to collapse. The angel and the demon leaped toward you and caught you; one on each arm.

“Let’s come have a seat on the sofa,” the angel mumbled. Slowly all three of you shuffled to the sofa as tears poured out your eyes. Once you were all settled on the sofa (Aziraphale on your left and Crowley on your right). Crowley had his hand resting on your shoulder while Aziraphale had you hand in both of his.

“Continue dear,” Aziraphale whispered. Taking a few moments to compose yourself, you regained your train of thought.

“Anyway, the main point is, they broke up with me yesterday. They didn’t say why th-they just said it was over.” Once again you crying your eyes out and your body was exhausted. Before you knew it, your body collapsed sideways onto Aziraphale as you continued to cry. His arms quickly wrapped around your body and held you close.

“It’s okay. Everything will be alright,” Aziraphale whispered into your hair. You hardly noticed Crowley leaving the two of you. “You can stay here as long as you want.”

And you did. That night you went back to your apartment to get Butters and her toys and food. You stayed at the bookshop for nearly three weeks. Your heart began to heal and before you knew it you were the best you had been in a long time.

[tinteacosplay]

To the rescue - short infinite husband fanfic

My idéa was simply to include a cute animal and see what would happen is if a cat choose Crowley the demon over Aziraphale the angel in a distressed situation in need of comfort. Lots of fluff!

“Hello kitty kitty-” Aziraphale cooed and sat down to try and level with the little kitten that seemed terrified. “What’s the matter little one? Is the traffic bothering you? Or have you lost your mother, here let me-”

the small cat jumps frightened a few steps away from the angel whom had lended out a friendly hand. Crowley watches from behind Aziraphale how the kitten’s eyes wonder from side to side and suddenly sets them on him. Before Crowley or Aziraphale could react, the little kitten had ran past Aziraphale and had jumped its way up Crowleys leg. 

“What? Hey now!” 

“Oh dear!” Aziraphale had spun around to follow the kittens movements and was just as surprised as the demon was to see where it’d gone in such a short time. The cat had in all heist clinged itself to Crowleys suit jacket and didn’t want to let go. Despite Crowley stiff body to the claws pressing into his skin, did a lazy try to remove the cat. Although he then had let it sink in how safe the cat felt compared to before, he quickly changed his hands to gently stroke it and support it from falling. What Aziraphale didn’t know was how much of a cat person Crowley actually was. Watching him pet the cat into a much calmer state the angel grew more fretful. 

“Oh Crowley, they seem to like you!” Aziraphale said standing up, not able to hide his slight jealousy. 

Crowley chruged it off, but there was a hint of a smile on his face as he looked at the kitten. 

Aziraphale liked to believe he was very good with all animals. Perhaps because angels were supposed to be, but he did like animals. He especially was found of pet animals such as cats, dogs, rabbits, birds and hamsters, and not to forget lizards and snakes. “You seem to like them too, dear.” 

“Meh” Crowley chruged again, but kept his focus on the cat, holding it correctly in his arms, scratching the cat both behind the ears and under its chin. Aziraphale could feel the cat vibrating from where he stood, it was very pleased indeed. The angel grimarsed. 

“Could I hold them a bit?...” 

“Oh yeah! Of course, here you go.”

Crowley stepped closer to Aziraphale and gestured the cat to move to the angels arms. But the cat really did not want to leave Crowley just yet. It did hurt Aziraphale, because when he tried to pet them it avoided his touch. That was enough to break a poor angels heart. 

Crowley did get slightly upset with the cat for bringing such sadness to his angels face. He could tell from how Aziraphale hunched back and tried to recover from it being ignored a second time. 

“Aziraphale...you know how bitchy cats can be” Crowley tried to comfort and at the same time removing the cats clawed paws out of his skin. “I guess you just have to try not take it personal, they are weird creatures, these cats. Do whatever they want, whenever they want! For no reason, really.” 

“Quite right.” Aziraphale said curtly, holding on to his hand as if it had been infected or in pain. Suddenly his expression switched drastically. “Well, to look at it on the bright side! This little kitten is no longer in distress and that’s wonderful!” 

The angel went about frailing his hands up, gesturing to get a move on with their strole around the neighborhood. Yet, Crowley still struggled to get the cat away from his chest. The mor ehe tried the more the cat stuck to him. 

“Angel, do I smell like a cat treat or something? This cat is stuck to me!” 

“Oh what misery!” Aziraphale joked, but the way he diliverd it, it felt more like a comeback. 

“Ngh, come on now, angel. I don’t want to miracle it away, and you probably don’t either!” Crowley wined, hating to admit he’s getting softer by the minute, all too the cute little fellow clinging to him like life was depended on it. He did have a soft spot for cats. They embodied all qualitys Crowley ever wanted to accomplich. The Entwürfe race of cat animals were the definition of being: cool, relaxed and chill.

Aziraphale, putting his jealousy aside did grin a little to the display, containing two of the most adoreble living creatures he could think of. He sighed and tried once more to first - get near the cat, and second, have a chance to touch the cat. This time he also had to indoure the cats claws hitting in his direction. The angel approached firmly and grabbed it by the waist with both hands and pulled gently. When the cats paws tried to attack the angel, Aziraphale striked and acidently dropped the cat in avoidning getting scrached in the face. In seconds the cat had ran off quicker than they both could blink, if they were in need of blinking so to speak. Leaving Aziraphale and Crowley speechless and quite shocked.

“Well, that was dramatic” Crowley said turing to face the angel who had one hand on his chest and mouth slightly parted. “did it hurt you, angel?” 

“Not the body it didn’t, but definetly my soul.” Aziraphale conplained sadly, fixing his own coat and collar to gather himself. 

“Sorry angel, next rescue animal might be nicer.”

“Let’s hope so. Oh! But look at you. The little beast left its hair all over your nice suit.” he exlaimed and started brushing off cat hairs from Crowleys suit jacket. Crowley blussed a bit behind his glasses, but decided to cheer the angel up by playfully purring at Aziraphale’s strokes.

“Stop that!” Aziraphale laughed, forming a cute blush on his round checks. He pushed Crowley slightly out of embarrassment but it only made Crowley’s grin winded.

“Dinner?”

“Oh I don’t know, it’s only noon.” Azirapahle squirmed, but appeared much happier by how he trailed his hands behind his back and was turning on the spot, thinking it over with the tiniest smile.

“Aaaand, dessert! I feel like dessert, my treat.” Crowley teased and leaned on one leg, knowing Aziraphale have never in 6000 years been able to resist such an offer.

“Oh! Alright. Charming~”

[somanycannons]

Master list!

The Witcher

Geralt

Little Wolf

Pillow Talk

Gown

Rainy Days

Sunrise

Tall

Mermaid Part 1 Part 2

Taken

Jaskier

Run!

Warrior

Come with me!

First Kiss ..

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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Newt

The Yule Ball

Feed Time

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Similar

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Star Trek

Spock

Animal I Have Become

Can you hear it?

The Hobbit

Bilbo Baggins

Whole Again

Thorin Oakenshield

Exhaustion

Haunted

Unspoken

Fili/Kili

Forgotten Past

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Lord of the Rings

Legolas

Broken Promises

Elrond

Alone

Dracula (BBC)

Dracula

Unnamed

Hannibal (NBC)

Relief

Game of Thrones

Petyr Baelish

Insecurity

Don’t Look!

Misunderstood

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Midnight!

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove

Oh Shit! My Nose!

Work Day

California Dreams

Game Match

Steve Harrington

Lost..

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Pie

NCIS

Gibbs

Lazy Day!

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NCIS New Orleans

Long Day?

IT (2017/2019)

Richie Tozier

Stand up!

Ghost Part 1 Part 2

Repo! The Gentic Opera

Grave-Robber

Somethings Change Part 1

Good Omens

Crowley

Naps

Marvel

Tony Stark

Party!

Thankful

Stephan Strange

Why?

Reckless

Erik Lehnsherr

Hold On!

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