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Angels like you can't fly down hell with me by AnnieDeOdair, DaenaBlackfyre
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
30 Sep 2025
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—Tu mutación… —habló repentinamente y se sintió tímido por preguntar algo personal, pero tenía curiosidad—. Te está haciendo daño, ¿verdad?
Repentinamente, una risa cansada, baja y gutural se perdió en el aire.
—No te dijeron lo que soy, ¿verdad, ángel? —La voz sonaba amargada y cubierta de resignación, algo que Félix no entendió—. ¿Crees en los vampiros?
Eso lo estremeció. Porque en la ficción y los cuentos existían, algunas veces había podido acceder a esas historias, pero todo lo que se plasmaba ahí era completamente diferente a la realidad que personas como ellos podían vivir.
—Casi tanto como en los ángeles.
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O Bang Chan es el líder de un grupo de mutantes refugiados en lo profundo del bosque. Su propia mutación vampírica lo consume lentamente, obligándolo a aislarse incluso de su familia. Hasta que un ángel cae del cielo con sus alas manchadas de sangre y un poder desconocido latiendo en sus venas. -
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San is a knight in a prestigious elven kingdom ruled by one of its brightest and strongest kings in its history, Kim Hongjoong.
After a recent trip, Hongjoong falls ill to a rare disease lethal to elves that only a rare race of people know the cure to. With his life withering away, he orders San to take his warriors on an expedition, in an attempt to find this "cure".
But his King omitted a crucial warning; the people who knew of this "cure" weren't fond of humans, even half-humans like San. Killing those who set foot on their land.
So what happens when San and his men are ambushed and he encounters a man named Kang Yeosang? And was it coincidence they met? Or was it fate?
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Eight idols. Four weeks. One shared house.
Members of Ateez and Seventeen are thrown together in a chaotic reality show that captures their daily lives as they navigate living and competing alongside members of another group. Missions and challenges keep things unpredictable, giving the idols endless opportunities to clash, collaborate, and get to know one another.
Jongho, capable but cautious, finds himself paired with the effortlessly bold and flirtatious Mingyu. Curiosity, attraction, and guarded fear pull at him in equal measure, while Mingyu wears his interest openly, undeterred by the walls Jongho has built around himself.
Jongho isn’t sure he’s ready to let anyone in. Mingyu isn’t ready to stop trying.
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“Thanks for calling, man. I’ll catch you later.”
San ends the call and exhales loudly, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes to ground himself. From the day he had left—no, fled—Cheonghae on the last bus, he’d promised himself that he would only ever look at what was in front of him. He’d thrown himself into school and work, not only to maintain his scholarship, but to forget he’d ever lived in a small town by the sea, haunted by the memory of the storm that had taken his grandfather away from him.
But San is older now. Wiser, too. And he has learned to accept that sometimes, the only way forward is back.
(or the one in which Choi San returns home to put some demons to sleep and ends up looking for the mysterious boy under the lemon tree)
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Seonghwa merely nodded to appease her. Any words would have been useless. He knew all too well how much his family despised the Jungs—and, by extension, the Kangs. At least the Songs were their allies; harmless, really.
It had been their own stupid internal quarrels that had made them lose the war a thousand years ago against the Essences, forcing them into that binding submission agreement.
The Kingdom of Essences was separated from the Ivory Kingdom by the Rift, a vast expanse of water with the Island of the Moon at its center, where the Eclipse Accord had been signed: a peace treaty in which the Ivory Kingdom pledged to deliver, at every Crimson Moon, four royal princes.
Seonghwa was one of those four, the third son of the King of the North. Since birth, he had been trained for the ceremony. -
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Friends with seemingly normal lives, aside from the two oldest people in their group, led said normal lives, boring jobs, dead love lives and inescapable stress, that was until Hongjoong and Seonghwa vanished without a trace, and the only person who possessed any kind of inkling as to what they got themselves into, was Yunho.
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Changbin had been angling for Seungmin's affections for over a year now, since the day they met.
But Changbin had a reputation. And Seungmin had a laundry list of reasons to be hesitant to let anyone close.
What if Seungmin let him in? Could he trust him? Would he stay?
College AU
(Nothing in this fic represents the Stray Kids members in any way, shape, or form. Every word is a work of fiction.)
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Teenagers just love to say "New school year, new me!" every time August comes, and their summers full of no responsibilities come to an end. Most teenagers lie when they say it, too. But not Kwon Jiyong. Nope. Because, you see—Kwon Jiyong was a bad child. A bad child who did what he wanted, when he wanted to, and didn't give a shit what anybody else had to think of it.
But that was until his father had enough of it.
Now rolling into senior year, Jiyongs practically a changed man. A changed man with the same killer fashion sense, of course. He’s kind of hoping to lay low, get the final year of high school over with: but things are never easy.
Because then enter Choi Seunghyun.
Aka a slow burn of GTOP in the alternate universe of a high school setting! It’s dramatic, I will say. And may I add Hs AUs are my specialty? Yeah. Just wanted to throw that in there heh.
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"Fate is a sempiternal and unchangeable series and chain of things, rolling and unraveling itself through eternal sequences of cause and effect, of which it is composed and compounded."
―Chrysippus
Or, In a world full of stories unfinished and unhappy endings, Bang Chan considered his pack his greatest success. His reward for a life spent toiling away in the shadows of a corrupted youth and unimaginable loss.
Only, he couldn't quite place the peculiar feeling in his chest, the one that forced him into believing there was something missing—a fragment of himself that lingered in the remains of a haunted past and secrets unspoken, even when he had come to believe that he had found each piece of his soul at last.
Now, Chan will have to face not only his past, but whatever fate still seemed to have in store for them as well. Because one thing was for certain: their story was far from complete.
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San let out a small breath of air, pressing his eyes shut tightly.
How long was he going to keep lying to himself?
How long will he pretend that everything was fine, that he was holding Wooyoung in his arms, his Wooyoung, the one he loved and known all his life.San swallowed, taking a step back, letting his hands fall away from his friend.
His Wooyoung was gone. San needed to accept that."Who are you?"
(or, San saw Wooyoung die. So who was the person wearing the skin of his best friend and pretending to be him?)
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Seven minutes in Hell by harmfulbehaviour
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band), Hold my hand - Stray Kids (Music Video)
21 Sep 2025
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Lee Minho and Han Jisung hate each other.
If one was to describe enemies, they would be the perfect description.
Whether it was academic rivalry, competitive dance or romantic relations, the two never failed to compete against each other.
They made their sole purpose to win against each other.Lee Minho believed he finally got rid of his enemy when he entered University, yet there he was, sitting in the front row of his class despite being a year younger than him. Feuds form and rivalries heighten as mysteries from their past threaten to resurface, forcing the two to face their unresolved feelings head on.
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Han Jisung gets matched with Minho for seven minutes in heaven at a Halloween party. He makes the conclusion that the game would benefit both him and Minho.
Jisung sees it as a way to protect his slipping reputation as Minho views it as a form of revenge to his toxic ex.Both view it as a competition.
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Yunho's a librarian in a small town, the youngest one there by years. He spends his days in a comfortable routine until it's interrupted by Song Mingi, a man his own age, moving into town.
But Mingi has secrets, and so does Yunho.
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POV：總裁秘書傘⛰️ x 總裁榮🐈⬛
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Mingi has always been careful. Careful with magic, careful with history, careful with people. But when he’s sent into wolf territory to tend a leyline untouched for decades, he finds the land is not the only thing alive with tension. Some currents can’t be resisted, and some roots will not let go.
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In a crumbling city called the old city stands a hospital with cinderblock walls that echos with the screams of the poor souls inside
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A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
Rebel Hongjoong finds himself in the hands of Sith Seonghwa as the galactic civil war rages around them…
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"You are fucking overbearing. You are suffocating me. Leave me the fuck alone" Wooyoung screamed at San, his eyes rec with unshed tears.
"Wooyoung you know I love you beyond this" San said, pressing his palms together as though praying to Wooyoung.
"I'm sick sannie" Wooyoung said tiredly.
"Use me like a drug" San said with a kind of conviction that no one could fake.
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I suck at summaries, just trust me if you are an angst lover like myself
Title taken from Tomorrow by together I know I love youSeries
- Part 6 of I know I love you Ateez ff series
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Park Seonghwa has always been good at hiding things.
The skipped meals. The quiet spirals. The weight of trying to meet everyone’s expectations—even at the cost of his own wellbeing. But Hongjoong sees the cracks Seonghwa tries to keep hidden. And even if he doesn’t know how to fix it, he’s not about to let him fall apart alone.
In the quiet moments—between rehearsals, behind closed doors, and beneath unspoken glances—something tender begins to grow. It’s not love at first sight. It’s love that aches before it blooms. -
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“I started to like myself when he died. I never could before. I would always have his voice in my head, saying I’m too much, I’m too sensitive, I need to grow some balls.” Hyunjin is panting now, and he feels so fucking good. “He said that I was weak for having any feelings besides anger; what he didn’t know was that I was angrier than him most of the time. I hated him with everything I am, and I still do, but it took so much energy to hate him that it started to morph into self-hatred. I started to believe him at some point, and obviously I still do believe him, but I don’t want to anymore.
“He’s had his claws in me for too long, Chan,” Hyunjin groans, and he watches as Chan licks his lips. “He’s dead, but I still feel him watching me. I hate it, but it’s there. It gets quiet sometimes, but when I get stressed, it all comes rushing back, and I feel like I need to leave everyone behind because I’m not good enough to be around them.”
“You are!” Chan protests, reaching out to cup Hyunjin’s jaw. His hand is so warm in the cool night air, so strong against his frail skin.
Maybe it’s strong enough to hold him up when he can’t do it himself.
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Mingi can feel the places in which the smaller parts of him fight selfishly to try and occupy the whole—swollen clusters of lymph node under the hinges of where his arm meets his trunk—their presence made more known each time that Mingi moves to take the lollipop out of his mouth. He inspects the white and orange swirls and wonders if Yeosang can smell the sugar and citrus, particles reaching farther as they melt off.
“What flavor is that one?” Yeosang asks, looking up from his nonsense book, tilting his head in interest, searching for the flavor of Mingi’s lollipop of all things, the one thing that he cannot find the answer to even in this library full of ancient knowledge no matter how hard he looks.
“Orange creamsicle,” Mingi answers, and then he puts the candy to his lips, smiling under the hard sugar.