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强烈推荐一篇#rf# 的《巫妖AU》Darker than shadow, warmer than Death 作者lotusfire666…真好吃啊啊啊…

作者summary：

设定：Harold是巫妖，John是他的死灵骑士。

非常狗血，一切都是为了谈恋爱

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尽管看上去与POI毫无关系的样子🫠🫠🫠但故事和肉都太好吃了（非常高能，注意预警，需要强大心脏的人看）😅😅😅

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Inspired by the story “I’ll Be Coming for You” by polarietoile. Idk why tumblr doesn’t allow me to add the link, but you can find the story on AO3:)

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Completed.

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虫好人坏

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Has there ever been a solar eclipse on Tatooine?

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Happy Easter! 画了兔子和Jesus，表达一下对结尾的爱❤️

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@rinchfest + music

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"You moved the bed," Harold observes, hanging his coat by the door. He'd insisted that John get a coat rack, had it delivered himself. John doesn't use it, but he likes to indulge Harold sometimes, when he can.

John shrugs a shoulder. "It's better this way."

Harold raises an eyebrow at him as John meanders to the kitchen, pulling out a pan. He's hungry, and there's food in the fridge, enough for the two of them.

"Can I inquire as to why?"

"It's safer," John says, offering no explanation. Harold is still looking at him, John can tell, but it's easy to avoid eye contact. The real explanation is far more damning than John cares to admit, even to Harold himself.

"It's safer..." Harold says, trailing off. "Turned around? With the headboard facing out?"

John sighs as he turns on the stove, waiting for it to click and ignite. "Yes."

"Let me get this straight, Mr. Reese-"

"-John," he interrupts. "We're at my place, Harold. John." It's a new rule, but one John feels strongly about. Their...relationship evolving hadn't exactly taken him by surprise, but there have been some changes that John has insisted on. It's small, but he doesn't like when Harold calls him anything else in his apartment, that Harold bought for him. They aren't Mr. Reese and Mr. Finch here, they're...John and Harold. It's sentimental, the kind of thing Kara would have eviscerated him for, but Harold isn't Kara, and John allows himself these things, now.

"John," Harold repeats. "You turned the bed around."

"I'm aware, Harold."

"May I ask why you believe it to be safer?"

John sighs mentally before deciding that this is a battle that isn't worth spending too much time on. If they're going to continue like this, working and eating together and coming home together, this isn't worth being secretive about.

"You sleep on the left side of the bed." John eventually says, pushing the leftover food around in the pan, warming it up. He turns around just in time to see Harold's look of confusion, his eyebrows scrunching together. Privately, in the security of his own head, John finds it sort of endearing. When that look fails to clear, John sighs out loud this time and turns the stove to low, walking over to Harold.

It still takes a bit of courage to reach out and place his hand over Harold's, a tentative touch. It's been a couple weeks and he still can't faintly believe that he's allowed this, this simple, unrestrained pleasure.

"If someone came in the door, you'd be vulnerable on the left side. I didn't want to ask you to move, so I...moved the bed."

The slow smile that takes over Harold's face is a joy to watch, the way his eyes brighten, crinkling around the corners. "You turned your bed around so I wouldn't have to change which side I sleep on?"

John shrugs in response. "Essentially."

Harold's smile continues to grow, until he's beaming. "John, have I ever told you how you are one of the most fascinating people I've ever met?"

John allows himself to smile, to grin back at Harold, so filled up with brightness it feels like he could float. "I don't think you have."

"A grievous mistake on my part," Harold says, sliding a hand up to take hold of John's suit lapel. He pulls John towards him, slow, asking. It's been so long since John's done this, flirted, been flirted with, with genuine sincerity and affection.

"Should we test it out then?" John asks, raising an eyebrow as Harold presses a kiss to his stubble, his neck.

Harold hums against his skin in question.

"Your side of the bed. To make sure it's safe."

Harold laughs, resting his head against John's shoulder. It's a great sound, echoing slightly in the large space. "Gladly, John."

The food burns, but only a little, and they're both hungry enough that it doesn't really matter. They eat it in bed, facing the wall, and they both have small, private smiles on their faces as they turn to watch the city they protect go on beside them.

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The most sweet moment in Good Omens Season 2

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I wish Good Omens 3 could end like this:

After a failed rebellion against God, Aziraphale was expelled from heaven. Then they died together in the holy water rain.

Happy Ending 😁

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We just need Nina to do the love thing with Maggie. One fabulous kiss and we're good. I have a plan.

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I bet you the Good Omens Season 3 will end with Doctor Who and Master of Seggs traveling through the universe. They loves Earth, so they make many trips here to save the planet.

I really love to see The Doctor/The Master becomes canon too. 😋

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Marauders after Good Omens season 2 ending:

Peter: is in denial

Remus: understands how Aziraphale feels, why he did what he did

James: reads fix-fics to ease the pain

Sirius: the one who wrote the fics

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#as if

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Everyone is talking about how Crowley feels he's not enough for Aziraphale after he didn't choose him... but no one is talking about Aziraphale.

Now imagine you meet someone that's so full of life, joy, excitement and above all happiness... and then never see them that happy again for 6000 years. Aziraphale litterally offered Crowley heaven on a platter because he wanted to see him happy again, because that's what he thought would make him happy again, because for 6000 years he couldn't make him smile that same way, because he thought he alone wasn't enough for Crowley

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Didn't notice this at first but the fact Aziraphale pulls his tongue back.... Crowley really fucking went for it didn't he