BillTheReaper
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every herding season will graham takes it upon himself to handle his sheep. it's how his father did it for a time, and in turn, how he does business. one cold night, after years of working the land, he comes across an injured creature. it speaks to him, eerie and harsh. he knows it can only be from the depths of hell, but he's never been a christian man.
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02 Nov 2025
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“Have we chased the nightmares away?” Hannibal asks. Are you still with me? he doesn’t. But Will hears his silent question. The bed creaks as he turns onto his side, and Hannibal rolls over to face him.
“I was so cold for so long without you, Hannibal. And now that you’ve taken me out of stasis, it hurts like hell.” There’s a waver in Will's voice. Hannibal wonders if their new intimacy has shaken his foundations as profoundly as it has Hannibal's.
“Now that you’re letting yourself feel again, your wounds are exposed to the open air.”
Will rolls his eyes. “When the snow melts, you can see every dog turd from the whole winter out on the lawn."
"Such a beautiful mind you have," Hannibal says. He’s rewarded with an audible laugh, and a demure glance through thick eyelashes. “I’m right here, Will. I will help you adjust to the temperature.”
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After evading the FBI, Will and Hannibal hole up in a cabin deep in a Pennsylvania forest to heal their wounds and their relationship. As winter melts into spring, another predator on the run turns up to find his usual safe house is occupied.
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- Part 2 of Caches
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23 Jun 2025
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He cannot recall the lead-up to it. The moments before are lost to him, a tangle of half-formed thoughts and sensations that refuse to settle into coherence. He can barely remember what happened at all. What remains in his hazy memories is static—hot and sticky, clinging to his skin, suffocating him as he cleaves his realm from its people.
The ascension comes like a torrent, white-hot and unforgiving, filling every vein, every nerve, every inch of him with an agonising surge of power. His body, his mind—they’re stretched thin, too fragile to contain it all. His thoughts explode, tearing through time, through space, through the past, the present, and the future. It is too much. Far too much. It rips him apart. And it kills him.
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Bill Cipher dies the day he destroys his home. It changes nothing. It changes everything.
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When House's pipes break in his apartment in early season 5, leaving him with no running water and no ability to shower, Wilson is recruited by the ducklings to make House shower because he smells distractingly bad. But Wilson doesn't smell anything bad. Actually, Wilson thinks House smells really good. Which could mean nothing.
OR: Wilson discovers boysmell and has a midlife sexuality crisis about it.
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Tomato, tomato (You get it? Cause tomatoes are red like blood?) by Sadoracoonboy
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
27 Jan 2024
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“So, will you let me have a taste?” He teased, stepping closer.
You hid, hugging your knees to your chest.
“Sorry, not this time.” You blurted out, which made him stop in his tracks, thoroughly confused at your frantic reaction.
“Darling, what’s wrong? You’re usually so eager to jump my bones.” He chuckled.
You were conflicted. On one hand your body screamed at you to pour out your heart to him and ask him to kiss it better. On the other, you were afraid of his reaction. Would he be disgusted if he found out that you had a vagina? Or that you were currently on your period?
You could take his disapproval and his questioning of your choices and snarky attitude, but if he was disgusted with you, discarded you… you weren’t sure if you could handle it. You couldn’t deny how fond you were of him.
“I’m not feeling well, so you’ll have to find something else to feed on.” It was partly the truth, at least.
He pondered your words. “You were obviously well enough to jerk off in cold water, so I’m rather curious what might be ailing you- “
“Stop it!” you snapped. Tears began to roll down your cheeks. Luckily you were still turned away from him.Bookmarked by BillTheReaper
16 Jan 2024