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    To Us, Always by

    Fandoms: 중증외상센터 | The Trauma Code: Heroes on Call (TV)  

    07 May 2025

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    On the night of the 61st Baeksang Arts Awards, rising star Yang Jaewon wins Best New Actor while his partner, Baek Kanghyuk, a respected name in the industry finally earns the Best Actor title after years of nominations.

    In public, they upheld their professional facades, navigating the ceremony with composed poise. But in private, their shared pride unfolded into something far more intimate, tender and entirely their own. The warmth of a celebration meant just for two.

    It is a story of love that blossomed quietly behind the scenes and has only deepened with time. Tonight wasn’t just about the awards. It’s a chapter in a story they had written together, where every win, every whisper of pride, was already shared long before the world caught on.

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    He hovered just beyond the cluster of winners, eyes darting left and right, unsure where he belonged in the frame. Everyone else moved with confident direction but Jaewon stood still.

    Then, through the rustle of gowns, shifting footsteps and voices rising in scattered directions, he heard it clear, familiar and cutting clean through the noise.

    “Jaewon-ah!”

    He turned instinctively, something in his chest pulling taut, like it always did when it was him.

    There, just a few steps ahead, Kanghyuk stood tall among the crowd, his expression unreadable save for the way his hand lifted, calling him forward. That same hand that had always reached for him when the world spun too fast, when the lines between who they were and who they had to be began to blur.

    Without thinking, Jaewon walked toward him. The noise around them fell away, the chatter and commotion fading into something distant and forgettable. All he heard was the sound of his own heartbeat, steadying with every step closer.

    When he reached Kanghyuk’s side, there were no words exchanged. Just a glance, a quiet and familiar once laced with everything that lived between them.

    Kanghyuk shifted slightly, a small movement barely visible to anyone else. But to Jaewon, it spoke volumes. It’s a quiet invitation. He was making space for him and Jaewon stepped into it without hesitation.

    They stood shoulder to shoulder, trophies in hand, two silhouettes framed by a blaze of stage lights and the rhythmic click of camera shutters. Two names, two wins and two paths that had once run parallel now standing still in the same frame.
    —ch. 1

    Kanghyuk lifted his glass, his gaze fixed on the man beside him. Softened now by the low light, legs folded easily beneath him on the couch and laughter still lingering at the corners of his mouth.

    “To the Best New Actor,” Kanghyuk said, voice quiet and full. “My baby, Yang Jaewon.”

    Jaewon looked down at his own glass, then back to meet Kanghyuk’s eyes. His smile is gentler this time. Not for the cameras, not for the crowd, but just for him.

    “To the Best Actor,” Jaewon said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “And the only actor who’ll ever be the best in my life, Baek Kanghyuk sunbaenim~.”

    He drew out the honorifics just enough to tease Kanghyuk with a playful, mock-respectful tone. Completely in character for Jaewon and full of his usual charm.

    Then, after a beat, the smile faded into something more fragile and more real.

    “And… to both of us.”
    —ch. 2

    (there's smth in ch 3 that hits just right. thanks, author.)
    [ To Us, Always by severinjanelaurent ]

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    don't you know you've got the best of me? by

    Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling  

    28 Sep 2022

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    "Oh, my poor old heart can't take this," Fred says, clutching his chest.
    "You're thirteen," Hermione scoffs, rolling her eyes. "There's nothing old about you."
    "I'm a twin. Combined we're twenty-six years old."
    "That's still not old, and that's still not how it works."

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    (or: the rewrite of the books where the twins befriend hermione early on. some things change, some things stay the same, some things... do a little bit of both.)

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    George grins. "And by the world you mean extra studying time, don't you, 'Mine?"

    "Oi!" Fred frowns, glaring at his twin. He slides off of George's back and lands on his feet with a thud. "'Mine is mine, get your own nickname."

    Hermione rolls her eyes. "There will be no monopolies on nicknames."

    Fred turns to her. "There will be on 'Mine."

    "Fredrick."

    "'Mine."

    "You need to learn to share."

    "I know how to share!"

    Alicia scoffs and falls in to the seat next to Hermione. "Sure you do," she says.

    Fred pouts. "I grew up with a twin, I only own half of what I own!"

    Hermione resists the urge to drop her head to the table. "That's not how that works."

    "Trust me, that's how it works." George says.

    "Also five siblings!" Fred hurries to add.

    Hermione looks at Alicia. They shrug. "You still don't have full control over a name that anyone can call me."

    "Yes I do," he says. "If you can make up the o'Mione rules, I can make up the 'Mine rules. 'Mine is mine. If not, the o'Mione rules are no more."

    "Fred!"

    He raises an eyebrow, challenging.

    She submits (because really, she's added more rules to the o'Mione rules since their creation and she doesn't know if she could take it if Fred threw those out the window), but not before glaring. "You're an arse."

    "Hermione!" George gasps, dropping his jaw, laughing giddily. Alicia barks out a laugh from beside her, and Hermione blushes. Fred grins, wide—victorious.
    —ch. 1

    "C'mon, 'Mine."

     

    Fred cuts off the conversation he'd been having with Lee and frowns at his younger brother. His eyes narrow. "What did you just call her?"

    "Uh-oh," Katie murmurs as she pats Ron on the shoulder. "Good luck."

    Ron looks between Katie and Fred and then the rest of the table. "What? Don't you guys call her 'Mine? What's the matter with calling her that?"

    "Fred is the only one who can call her that," Alicia explains. "As the nickname implies, he's possessive."

    Fred lets out a dramatic gasp. "I am not possessive! I just think that if I have a name like 'Mine for 'Mine, it should be mine."

    "Just listen to him," Hermione says with an eye roll. She takes a bite out of the toast that Ron had been trying to snag. "Two and a half years and he hasn't budged on this, and I'm too scared of what he'll do if I let anyone else use it."

    "What?" Ron says. "So Fred is the only person who ever has called you 'Mine?"

    "George tried once," Hermione says.

    "It was the first time I tasted the bitterness of betrayal from my own twin," George says darkly. Like a switch, his face lightens up and he grins wide. "It was also the first time we realized Hermione swears at us when she's mad."

    "Why is it only Fred that can call you 'Mine?"

    "Because she's mine. And not like—not 'Mine, as in her name. But mine as in she belongs to me," Fred grins teasingly. He throws an arm around her shoulder. "I am also hers, but she can't get any cute nickname from my name. Also stop calling her 'Mine."
    —ch. 3

    (the one where hermione befriends fred, george, alicia, angeline, and katie before befriending harry and ron. endgame Fremione.
    each chapter represents one book; chapter one for the first book, chapter two for the second book, etc. chapter eight follows post-battle happening in chapter seven)

    [ don't you know you've got the best of me? by raquians ]

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    Tell The Tales Of What I've Become by

    Fandom Stranger Things (TV 2016)

    01 Sep 2022

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    They fall in step with each other, Steve is happy to let Billy lead. He’s not confident on his feet, and this way he doesn’t have to do anything but gaze into Billy’s eyes as they move about the room. They’re that captivating shade of cerulean again, he wants to drown in them, they’ve pulled him in like Odysseus’ sirens. And here he is with no beeswax ear plugs.

    “So I suppose Eddie knows? And he’s on our side?”

    “Absolutely. And Chief Hopper, though he knows less. Only the pieces he can action.”

    Billy nods, somehow in time with the music, and swings Steve wide in an arc. He feels weightless, like this is happening to someone else, a character in a book perhaps. He has no idea how he got so lucky to have Billy’s arm wrapped around his waist, but he won’t question fate.

    “And Lady Robin, she’s your friend? The one who will make sure Maxine and Lucas are cemented in the eyes of society?”

    “She and Lady Chrissy, they’re your friends now too. You have my whole self, and they’re part of that, so they too are yours.”

    A few months ago she shyly asked him to please not call her Maxine when they were alone. Apparently Neil is very fond of using her name like a cudgel, only calling her it when he has some disappointment to express. Billy knows the feeling all too well. Half the reason he goes by that name is the way Neil Hargrove says “William”. So in private she is Max, and he is Billy, and they make their way into the world a united front.

    “Steve? What does it say?”

    “Billy, you’re never going to believe this! I don’t believe it myself!”

    He shoves the paper at Billy and watches as he reads the contract. His face rests first in confusion, then it morphs into the slow dawn of realization. When he reaches the end he looks up at Steve in disbelief.

    “Is this… is this real? This isn’t some sort of trick or joke?”

    Steve nods with delight, he recognizes the stamp at the top. He’s seen it often enough on paperwork in his father’s study. It’s about as official as a contract gets, if it has that seal.

    “Your grandfather, Billy, he wasn’t an untitled peer. He was the rightful Duke of the province Neil claims belongs to him. When your mother married Neil Hargrove, he set the land and title aside in a trust for her and her offspring. It was never intended to go to Neil, which explains why no one has been able to say with certainty how he came into it in the first place. When he died, the title passed to her, and then when she died to you. But Neil must have intercepted the will, and so he was able to keep this all from everyone.”

    Steve is speaking faster now, the whole scheme clear to him.

    “The land, the title, everything belongs to you. And when you ran off to sea it was easy for Neil to usurp it publicly because who would contradict him? Who was going to question him? Your mother hadn’t spoken to anyone in society in years, he could say whatever he wanted. But then Lady Maxine came of age and he knew he couldn’t show himself in Town. Too many people would know he was pretending. He braved it once to present himself to Her Majesty, and the gossip after must have shown him he couldn’t pull the subterfuge off long enough to take the necessary steps to present your sister. So he called you home, promised to give you what your mother had left you, and then made his deal with Lord Brenner.”

    Eddie comes back into the room at the tail end of this, and Billy passes him the contract to read.

    “That’s why he promised her to Lord Brenner. That marriage would insulate him from someone discovering the lie, and as soon as you went back to your ship he could pretend you didn’t exist anymore. This contract, Billy, it doesn’t give you anything other than some jewelry. It turns all your mother’s inherited tiles and land over to Neil Hargrove in return for a few trinkets. If you signed it, no one would ever be the wiser!”

    Billy snatches it back from Eddie, who looks furious that he’s somehow missed this clandestine activity happening under his nose. With a rough jerk of his arm it flies into the fire. It starts to crackle as the flame catches. The three of them stare at it until it’s only a pile of ash in the threshold.

    “That means, Billy, that you are in fact the rightful Duke. And since Neil married Lady Susan under false pretenses, he has no legal claim to dictate Lady Maxine’s prospects. She doesn’t need Neil’s permission to marry, you don’t need Neil’s permission either. You’re free, Billy, you’re both free.”
    —excerpt from Where You See Weakness I See Wit

    [ Tell The Tales Of What I've Become by ChaosIsAConcept - a series ]
    Reading status : Where You See Weakness I See Wit (pt.1) - completed {26 Jun 2024}

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    This thing of darkness by

    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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    let me come closer by

    Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)  

    08 Jul 2022

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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 ]