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Please Don't Go by abdidkos
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong, Alien Stage (Web Series)
25 Sep 2024
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"Ivan itu ga pernah paham gimana ceritanya kedua orang tuanya bisa bertahan selama 20 tahun padahal kerjaan tiap hari kalo ketemu muka ke muka pasti geger. entah itu berantemin masalah ga jelas kayak Ayah-nya yang males cuci piring tiap habis makan atau Papa-nya yang hobinya ngeluyur sama asisten Ayah, Lee Jiwon, sampe pernah lupa pulang.
Yang terakhir itu beneran pernah kejadian, sumpah, Ivan bisa bersaksi."
(or, the one where Joonghyuk loves Dokja so much)
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This thing of darkness by maggiedragon
Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)
27 Jan 2017
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Percival Graves knew he would have to pick up the pieces that Gellert Grindelwald had left of his life. He didn’t expect Credence Barebone to be one of those pieces.
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“But I’ll promise you this. Do you hear me, Credence? I promise you. You will be safe and you will be free and you will never have to be afraid again, not as long I have breath in my body.”
He glanced at Credence, surprised that the younger man hadn’t left with Newt and Tina, that he didn’t look repulsed. “...do you think I’m damned, Credence?”
Credence looked at him for a moment. “Ma would,” he finally answered slowly. “For being a f-- for being gay. For doing magic. For drinking.” A small inexplicable smile touched his lips. “Maybe for wearing scarves. I’m not sure.”
It took Graves a long moment to process that Credence was making a joke and he suddenly couldn’t contain his laughter. It wasn’t even that funny, but even the faintest attempt of humor combined with the relief that Credence was still here, still smiling at him, trying to make him feel better, despite what he had just heard made him laugh until his sides hurt.
“Thank you,” he finally got out, touching Credence’s arm. “Thank you. I...I really needed that.”
Credence smiled, then suddenly stepped closer and kissed Graves’ cheek shyly. “I don’t think you’re bad,” he said. He left the room, joining Scamander and Tina in the kitchen, leaving Graves touching his cheek and staring after him, astonished.
It took Graves a long moment to come wearily back to himself and he laughed softly. “You gorgeous wonder,” he said again, kissing the corner of Credence’s mouth. “You are the only thing I will ever be grateful to Grindelwald for.”
Graves couldn’t help going over to the bed, sitting down on the edge near where Credence was curled into a ball. The younger man made a soft noise and shifted a little closer, but didn’t wake, not even when Graves brushed his tousled black hair. He couldn’t help the smile. “Guess you’re mine,” he said softly before leaving Credence to sleep and going downstairs.
“There’s something I don’t think you understand, Percival.”
“Lots of things, probably,” Graves couldn’t help muttering.
“You say I’m in danger like that’s new. It’s not,” Credence said softly. “What’s new is that someone fought for me at all.”
Graves’ eyes burned again. “You’re a goddamn miracle,” he got out and kissed him again.
“Say it again.”
“Goddamn miracle?” Graves asked quizzically and Credence nodded a little brokenly.
Shit. A wave of rage washed over Graves for a moment. Another broken promise the man wearing his face had made, another facile blandishment, a lure and a lie. He hated it. To hell with that supremacist bastard. He got to kill Oakhurst and five other Aurors, to steal five months of Graves’ life and a larger chunk of his sanity than he ever wanted to admit. He didn’t get this. He pressed a damp kiss against Credence’s ear. “You are a goddamn miracle,” he told him, voice low, intense. “You are my goddamn miracle.”
He could still hear the older man’s voice near his ear, broken with gasps. “--damn miracle. My gorgeous wonder, Credence, my miracle.” The two pet names blurred and mixed in his head, colored with desperate need and pleasure and he found that finally he didn’t care about being anyone’s miracle as long as he was Percival’s gorgeous wonder.
A magizoologist, the younger brother of a man whose heart he’d broken, a co-worker, her Legilimens sister and a No-Maj; all of them in his house, laughing and smiling and no one blinking an eye that he had an arm around another man who was sixteen years his junior. An obscurial wanted by MACUSA. It felt good; it felt safe; it felt warm. It wasn’t a future he could have, but at least for the moment, he could pretend.
Credence leaned down, lips against his ear. “I love you. Tell me to stay.” His voice was clear. There was no coward’s way out, no way to feign lack of comprehension.
This time, Percival Graves did as he was told. “Stay. Please, Credence. Stay.”
(the one where credence follows graves home after the old man visited the ruins of the church, and they get entangled in each other's feelings. but graves knows better, he has to let go. so he let go. only to have credence come back to NYC two years later, a truly distinct, strong individual.)
[ This thing of darkness by maggiedragon ]
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Billy tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy and furrows his eyebrows. His palm is white-hot through the thin material of Steve’s black shirt as Billy spreads his hand over the omega’s left pectoral, directly atop his racing heart. “Steve.”
The alpha points to himself and then raises those same eyebrows expectantly. Steve huffs out a quiet laugh and relaxes a bit. “I get it, I get it. You’re Billy and I’m Steve.”
This answer gets him a viciously happy growl and a smile bright enough to shame the sun. Steve can’t help but giggle again, this time incredulously.
“What kind of Miles O’Keeffe bullshit are you trying to pull here, jungle boy? Have you never heard of, like, normal pickup lines? You know, what’s an omega like you doing sobbing all alone on Halloween? How’s it going baby, nice ass?”
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Steve’s words fade off into a sleepy purr, his summer-soft wrist nearly pressed against Billy’s nose. The alpha stares up at the beautiful creature in his arms with wide blue eyes and swears a silent oath: I’m going to make you my mate, Steve Harrington. I’m going to love you for all eternity, in this life and the next. My cherished omega, my beloved. My caring, kindhearted pretty boy.
[ let me come closer by disast3rtransp0rt ]
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When Vincenzo tells Han-seo to get out of the country, Han-seo listens.
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12 Nov 2024
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“I’ll come back,” Han-seo says. “And you owe me a visit, too.”
Luca clears his throat. “I don’t want to cause you trouble. With your public image, you know?”
Han-seo smiles. “I’ve learned,” he says, “that people use money and power to get away with things others wouldn’t like. Don’t you think you and I would be a good use of all my money and power?” He moves closer to Luca, reaching out to straighten Luca’s lapels. His breath is warm against Luca’s jaw. “Better than murder and tax evasion?”
Luca’s fucking blushing. Luca never blushes. “Promise you’ll visit?” Han-seo says.
“I promise,” Luca says, because if he doesn’t survive this next war, he wants Han-seo to know he wasn’t fucking around.
Vincenzo accompanies them to the airport to see Han-seo off, much to Luca’s chagrin. He doesn’t know what he wants to say to Han-seo before he goes, but he wants privacy in which to say it. The three of them stand awkwardly near the check-in counter until Han-seo clears his throat and hugs Vincenzo. To Luca’s surprise, Vin returns the embrace, giving Han-seo two solid pats on the back.
Then Han-seo turns to Luca and sticks out his hand. Luca shakes it, feeling like he’s swallowed a rock. Han-seo pulls him in for a hug, just a friendly embrace, but he tightens his fingers around Luca’s as he does so. “I’ll miss you,” he whispers in Italian.
“You too,” Luca responds. He’s aware of Vin looking at them, and when Han-seo releases him, he stares down at his shoes, afraid any eye contact will give them both away.
Han-seo turns reluctantly and starts walking to security. Vincenzo watches him go, looking thoughtful. “He’s turning out better than I expected,” he says.
“Yeah,” Luca says. “Nice guy.”
Vincenzo sighs. “It’s not going to be easy over the next few months,” he says. “But I’ve got someone there to live for too, you understand? So let’s both stay alive.”
Luca jerks his head up to look Vincenzo in the face, jaw dropping. His boss gives him a small smile. “Go,” he says, pointing his chin toward Han-seo’s retreating form. “See him off properly.”
Luca lets out a disbelieving huff of a laugh, but Vincenzo just raises his eyebrows expectantly. So Luca does as ordered: He breaks into a sprint, catches Han-seo by the arm, and lets him know without words that he’ll be waiting.
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“You trespassed so many times I presume you’re acquainted with my house quite well. Even though it’s been a while now.”
Juwon shrugged.
“I’ll get reacquainted, then.”
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Twelve months and then some were enough to change a person’s habits but Dongsik hadn’t been there to see that change, and then Juwon hadn’t been around to show him.
“Han Juwon,” intoned Dongsik, pinching the collar so the jacket wouldn’t slip off. “You really found your true calling, didn’t you?”
“Is my true calling taking care of you?”
Dongsik laughed out loud, the jacket almost falling this time.
“And you found your sense of humor, too!”
“I search for missing people so I can bring them home,” said Juwon, gaze drifting across the ceiling like he was hoping to find his next words there. “But Minjungie doesn't have a home I could take her back to. So I'm going to give her that home.” He turned to look Dongsik straight in the eye. “One that Kang Minjung should've had.”
And you’re giving yourself home you should’ve had, thought Dongsik. One day he might tell Juwon that, but it must be at a time it would be accepted. So he only said: “Thank you,” and turned away.
There was supposed to be a case like destiny for a detective. Once in a lifetime opportunity to chase a criminal the whole nation feared until they were hopefully caught and peace was restored.
What about a person that was like destiny and you only have one chance of meeting them?
Catching Yuyeon’s killer wasn’t destiny for Dongsik but a duty. Meeting Han Juwon, though, might have been his one in a lifetime opportunity. That was something he was beginning to understand. And something that he could be happy about.
And maybe, for both of them, meeting little Minjung was destiny as well.
Buckled up at the back, Minjung took her cards out, instantly immersed.
"It's a good thing you changed cars."
“I only switched,” confessed Juwon. “Back then, I had two cars.”
“Had?”
“Yeah, the camaro… got totaled.”
“What?!” Dongsik yelled, but at Juwon’s stern “hyung”, he apologized, turning to Minjung. Fortunately, she looked only a little bit spooked and settled down fast.
[ know that i would gladly be by rikli ]
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“With your bare hands, baby?” Derek chuckled quietly. “Damn.”
And Stiles… laughed.
It was short and stiff, full of disbelief and something raw under its skin. But, god, only Derek could make him laugh when his entire world was crumbling down.
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21 Sep 2024
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“Is he gone?” asked Derek.
“Yes.”
“Where is he?”
“Sc—” Stiles swallowed. “Parrish is taking care of it.”
As always, Derek understood him without any words.
He rumbled, quiet and tender, with his entire chest, only the way the born wolves could. Stiles shivered as the sensation pierced him along with the warmth of Derek’s body.
“With your bare hands, baby?” Derek chuckled quietly. “Damn.”
And Stiles… laughed.
It was short and stiff, full of disbelief and something raw under its skin. But, god, only Derek could make him laugh when his entire world was crumbling down.
“What do I do?”
Derek studied him carefully. “Let me take it.”
Stiles’ breath hitched. He swallowed. “You have just described it like it’s a fucking disease, and you want me to—”
“Yes, Stiles,” Derek said with a strange mix of firmness and gentleness. “I want you to transfer the power that will slowly drive your human mind and body insane to me, a werewolf who has handled it before and can handle it again. All clear for you?”
[ Bare Hands, Scarlet Dawn by Hedwig221b ]