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but i would die for you in secret by tres (threefouram)
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
02 Sep 2020
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Let it be known that Placido Penitente has a resolve of steel—especially against all things Juanito Pelaez. He only agrees to go to a gaudy lunch that’s probably worth more than he will ever make in his life because he wants to. Never has there been an instance in Placido’s twenty short years of living that would lead you to believe otherwise.
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of ringing ears & lingering feelings by threefouram for Purecheerfulenergeticafterlife
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
27 Mar 2019
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The moon shined outside the window, glowed behind dark, dark clouds — a pale yellow that stood out between too-far stars and flickering lamp posts.
Everything was cold, and empty — and maybe he had always been a little lonely, but he didn’t think he would be alone. “Come back to bed,” he used to say. Now, his hand reached out for shadows, for traces of someone who used to be there. Muscle memory from what felt like another lifetime.
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of grocery shopping & fuji apples by threefouram
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
28 Oct 2018
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This was what Placido had to live with — five to seven days a week, minus breaks between semesters and over the holidays. This was Placido’s life for going on three years now. (In the privacy of his thoughts, he may just admit that he would not have things any other way.)
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- Part 1 of pangram: the rewrites
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maybe we might (want to settle down) by threefouram
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
07 Aug 2018
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He brought Basilio’s hand over to his mouth, leaving a trail of kisses — from the vein pulsing at the back of his hand to the tips of his fingers, from the tips of his fingers to his palm to the inside of his wrist. “Mahal kita,” Isagani said tentatively, watching light pink turn bright red. He let a smile grace his lips — soft, sweet, and so openly adoring. “Mahal kita, mahal kita, mahal kita.”
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- Part 6 of Author's Favorites
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“You’re good at this,” Basilio told him after a beat of silence.
Isagani turned his head to his side. “Good at what?”
“Being my best friend.”
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- English
- Words:
- 1,210
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
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It is said that blood runs thicker than water.
Often, this is meant to say that the bonds formed between kin are the strongest and most important. Other interpretations, though, suggest that the original expression fell more along the lines of the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. That is, perhaps the people whom we actively decide to have in our lives are more important after all.
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- Part 7 of Author's Favorites
- Part 2 of pangram: the rewrites
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of best friends & brothers by threefouram
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
07 Jan 2018
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' When he stepped out, Crispin was on his stomach in the middle of his bed, scrolling half-heartedly through Twitter. He cleared his throat, getting his friend’s attention. Crispin stared for a good twenty-three seconds before the corner of his mouth quirked up. “Listen, I’m not saying that you’re going to get laid tonight, but remember that practicing safe sex is important.”
Isagani spluttered before fixing his gaze into a glare. “I miss the days you were innocent.”
“Everybody does,” Crispin laughed. '
or: in which Crispin and Isagani are best friends, but maybe they'll get to be brothers one day.
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' “O-Okay, Placido. Is there— Is there something you need me to do?”
“I’m sad,” slipped out in response, soft and quiet. “Something hurts, and I can never make it go away.”
“Is your mother home?” Juanito asked, loud as though he knew that he had to be if he wanted Placido to hear him through all the pounding in his head. He could still hear the dial tone ringing in his ears. He could hear everything. “We can watch a movie some other time. How about I just come over today?” '
or: in which everything looks dull and faded, no matter how bright Juanito's voice sounds over the phone.
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- Part 1 of Author's Favorites
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muling magkakakulay ang pasko by onetwohits (threefouram)
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
26 Dec 2017
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' "I have spent the last twenty years of my life confronting my past," he told Isagani. "I owe it to both of us to live in the present. Every Christmas Eve since I was a child has been spent mourning and grieving. I have you now. I did not realize that in the previous years when I left you here before the sun had even risen, I am sorry."
"You have me now," Isagani echoed. '
or: in which Isagani and Basilio live together years after the failed revolution.
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sometimes it's as easy as that by onetwohits (threefouram)
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
05 Dec 2017
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(03:10 AM) gani: You're important to me
(03:10 AM) gani: I can't get you out of my head
(03:10 AM) gani: So here I am, up at three in the morning writing about youor: in which Isagani is a little bit in love, and Basilio is a little bit oblivious.
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- Part 8 of Author's Favorites
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of vaccines and lollipops by onetwohits (threefouram)
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
29 Nov 2017
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' “Doctor Basilio,” Isagani said out loud, taking the other man’s hand to shake. “Sounds good. Isagani Florentino.”
“Attorney?” Basilio inquired.
Isagani sighed. “Not yet.” '
or: in which Isagani takes his daughter to the doctor and falls in love.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,350
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 59
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i know you know me by onetwohits (threefouram)
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
04 Nov 2017
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' "I'll see you later, Placiding!" he yells out, rushing toward the classroom.
"We're in the same class, idiot," is what's called out after him. Which makes him falter in his step momentarily, but he quickly brushes it off because surely it would be absurd for someone he considers to be one of his closest friends — they eat together two days a week, come on — to not even know his name. Isagani is just messing with him, he's certain. '
or: in which Juanito tries to remember a time that Placido has called him by his name.
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- Part 5 of Author's Favorites
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pay attention by onetwohits (threefouram)
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
02 Nov 2017
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' Today, it doesn't start until halfway through third period.
He almost thinks that it's not going to come, but then he hears taptaptaptap, taptap again — and he feels stupid for getting hopeful. (But he feels even more stupid for spending fourth period decoding messages between Isagani and whoever, as their Theology professor drones on about Vatican II or something.) '
or: in which Placido's patience wears thin for a couple of idiots tapping against their armchairs.
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- Part 4 of Author's Favorites
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Kalansay by onetwohits (threefouram)
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
16 Oct 2017
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upang sa’yo ay maipakita na aking sinta’y tunay
at aking pag-iirog, tapat.—isagani.
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- Part 3 of Author's Favorites
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Oxygen by onetwohits (threefouram)
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
12 Sep 2017
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' He plays with loose thread hanging off of his shirt, wraps it around two of his fingers until they go red and then he lets go. "I want to be more than just an asset for him and his company, an heir to his fortune," he says. "I want to be his son."
Here is Placido, trying to study for Finals in his best friend's house. And here is Juanito, pacing around his too-large room, rambling about his father and his sexuality. And the room, really, feels a lot bigger — and they, consequently, feel a lot smaller — when they're not on the same bed. '
or: in which they are friends, and they are okay.
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- Part 3 of Air
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' The writer tilts his head slightly, looks him dead in the eye before approaching. He reaches out for a book with utmost ease, not breaking eye contact for a second. He hands it to Basilio — a copy of The Little Prince — smiles a little as he asks, "This what you're looking for?"
Basilio just stares at him for a moment, then sighs as he lands himself onto the floor. He scratches at his wrist and palm, but smiles back at Isagani anyway. "Yeah, that," he mumbles, nodding dumbly as he takes it in his hands. '
or: in which Basilio just wants a book.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 600
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 68
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- 383
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study break by onetwohits (threefouram)
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
30 Jun 2017
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' Isagani wants to roll his eyes, but he holds them steady on Basilio. "Come on, take a break at least."
Basilio looks up at him for about half a second, and he almost thinks he's won this time— but Basilio looks back down onto the clutter on his desk, reaches his left hand for something that the writer can't make out until it hits him in the face. Literally. It was a KitKat. "Ha-ha," Isagani deadpans, "very funny." '
or: in which Isagani just wants Basilio to take a break, but he ends up melting in figurative lava.
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you kinda look like him by onetwohits (threefouram)
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
12 Jun 2017
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' Isagani leans over the bed with a roll of his eyes. He tugs at the edges of Basilio's shirt and moves to take it off of his body— but the other man laughs when his knuckles graze over his stomach, squealing and squirming about being ticklish. When the giggling dies down, he swats Isagani's hands away. "I have a boyfriend, silly."
"Oh, you do? Too bad, you're real cute," he says, feigning disappointment to humor Basilio's drunken state. '
or: in which Basilio is drunk, and Isagani finds it cute but he would like it better if he could sleep on their bed.
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Footnote by onetwohits (threefouram)
Fandoms: Noli Me Tangere & Related Works - José Rizal
12 Jun 2017
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' He grits his teeth, screws his eyes shut. He digs his nails into the palms of his hands, feels the energy build up in his fist as frustration tries to take over his bloodstream. There's an earthquake running down his spine, and it leaves him trembling against the bathroom sink. His head whirls. He shakes his head as he glances at the mirror, splashes water against his face. It doesn't wash away the purple under his eyes, but it does get rid of the blood beading on his lower lip. He takes what he can get— That's what his life, really, is: compromise, settling for less because at least it's not nothing.
Here's the thing: Elias is sick of being strung along and then cast aside. '
or: in which Elias just wants to be happy.
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' Another deep breath, and then he steps out of the church doors. (Just for a while. Just as long as it takes for him to breathe out his frustrations toward this unfair world— He's not leaving. He could never do that to Juanito. Today is not about him. No day really is.)
"For the record, I knew you were together," he hears from behind him.
But he also hears car horns sounding, the wind blowing by, people talking each other's ears off with meaningless pleasantries, birds chirping away. He hears shuffling of feet, someone stepping closer to him. It's almost inaudible. (He knows what this is. They're all afraid that he's going to break.)
He ignores all of these things. '
or: in which Juanito's terrible decision making gets him married to someone else.
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- Part 1 of till tonight do us part