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Changbin-baragi was meant to be a joke until Minho started coughing up sunflower petals.
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i wonder where is that person who will love me for who i am? by dwaekkiss (lucitae)
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
22 Aug 2023
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His chest is a tangle of emotions Changbin can’t make sense of as the video loops again.
He knew he would miss Minho. He misses all of his members whenever they are on vacation, bored out of his mind and calling Seungmin during meal times because he craves their regular dinners together. ( Not that he’ll ever admit it out loud. And Seungmin gets it without him ever needing to voice it. )But this? This sort of ache?
Changbin tosses his phone to the side as he digs the heels of his palms into his eyes.
All Changbin knows is that something hasn’t been right since Minho enlisted.
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a heavy workout before his heat is bad, bad idea.
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one drop at a time ( i'm getting dyed ) by dwaekkiss (lucitae)
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
16 May 2023
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“are you sure about this?”
changbin’s hold on minho’s wrist is loose, tentative. ready to flee the moment minho answers no.
instead, he’s met with a sigh. forcibly exasperated to bury the fondness. it’s that sound that causes changbin to look up from where he’s knelt, away from the pulse underneath his thumb, and towards eyes that sparkle with mirth.
if changbin still had a heart it might have stuttered in his chest. but he doesn’t so he holds still. so his breath remains stagnant in lungs he has no use for.
“yes,” minho answers, fingers threading through changbin’s curls. edge of nails brushing against changbin’s scalp before he tightens his hold.
it doesn’t hurt. nothing ever does anymore. perhaps the sun but changbin hasn’t felt it on his skin for almost two hundred years.
alternatively, changbin is a vampire and minho is the first human he's fed from in centuries.
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Being woken up by a cat in his sleep is considered a common occurrence for Lee Minho who loves cats. As such, Minho never gets upset with cats that do so.
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jjk!au
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canon compliant character studies of seungbin
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Your Love Is Art (Please Help My Heart) by koroshiyas (lucitae), shirosayas (landfill)
Fandom: Monsta X (Band), No.MERCY (TV)
19 Aug 2016
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The soulmate AU that no one asked for but it happened anyways. If anything, blame the kouhai.
The premise is at follows: that one universe where written words show up on your soulmate's skin.
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A collection of 8 ficlets, prompted by readers, to end this year on a good note and start the next one off with a bang as promised.
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彬是色情直播主,旻是行事風格粗暴的男伴
含綑綁、道具、失禁,真的很黃,pwp只有這樣是不夠的,李旻浩知道大家想看甚麼。
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Jeongin has two boyfriends and could not be more in love. Everything should be perfect, except Minho and Changbin just cannot seem to get along. When Jeongin decides he's had enough, it's time to get creative.
It was like that expression he’d heard somewhere - not my horse, not my rodeo. Except, in this case, maybe Jeongin had two horses. But still no rodeo.
or, you've heard of a get-along shirt...
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Bookmarked by dwaekkiss (lucitae)
27 Jan 2024
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The next morning was peaceful. Minho did, in fact, prepare Jeongin an extra large coffee to make up for keeping him up late. Then, all day as they filmed their SKZ-Code content Minho and Changbin were good with each other. They were even holding hands, off camera, for a little while. Jeongin was happy, seeing them like that. It felt like a weight off his shoulders. He knew their problems weren’t his responsibility, but he couldn’t help but feel it when two of his favorite people weren’t getting along.
The peace lasted the whole day, and then some.
It was maybe two weeks later before Jeongin noticed their bantering starting to cut a little bit deeper again. Over the last few days, he had heard Minho say that he wouldn’t buy any food for Changbin because he was using him for his money, heard Changbin complain in earnest about the force and frequency of Minho’s ass slaps, and seen both of them compete to see who could hold their breath longer. He was getting tired of it. He knew for a fact that Minho loved buying food for Changbin because he always ate it so well, that Changbin would literally be lost without Minho’s ass slaps - and the holding their breath thing, Jeongin actually had no idea. They were arguing when they should have just been playing, and he didn’t know why they couldn’t sort whatever it was out quietly, when they were the hyungs who kept the peace between everyone else.
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“Okay! I’m opening the door, chill the fuck out,” Changbin huffed, his patience shot. Wearing nothing but a white fluffy towel wrapped around his body, he threw the door open to reveal a flushed Minho.
“Sorry,” Minho was breathless, his lower lip bitten red and raw, “I need to use the bathroom, please.” Changbin quickly glanced down, a bulge apparent in the blond’s tight jeans. Eyes back up. Changbin’s mouth went dry, his heart skipping in his chest. Was he listening?
Or, Changbin presents as an omega and has to hide it from the other members of Stray Kids. At least, until he can't hide it anymore.
Bookmarked by dwaekkiss (lucitae)
18 Jan 2024
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Minho greeted Changbin in the small dorm entryway with a soft smile, “did everything go okay? You haven’t been called back before- you feeling alright?” He was so kind, so sweet, so incredibly beautiful that his presence alone seemed to turn Changbin into a stumbling mess of a man.
“Yeah- no, um, everything is fine. They just wanted to talk about some minor stuff,” he sputtered out, internally wincing at himself. Minho was always so observant, always willing to make accommodations for him, and honestly, it had given Changbin the wrong idea. Maybe he was easy, or maybe it was fate, but at some point over the four years of knowing each other, Changbin had fallen hopelessly in love with the older alpha.
Minho didn’t pry further, “I’m glad, I was worried about you. Want me to warm something up for you?” And there he went again, always looking out for others’ health and wellbeing. Changbin’s body warmed, his heart thumping in his chest from Minho’s words.
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He knows he wants to get better at this. He wants to wear makeup more often—maybe see how it pairs with some of his nicer shirts. He wants to try more styles of earrings. He wants to paint his nails brighter colors. Maybe … he wants to try loving his body in a new way.
Maybe he’s not done evolving. And maybe that doesn’t have to be scary.
Bookmarked by dwaekkiss (lucitae)
28 Dec 2023
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Later that night, Minho will shuffle home and collapse into Changbin’s lap on the couch, head pillowed on Changbin thigh and the stress of the day bleeding out of him in a long, weary sigh. Changbin will pet his hair and rub his stiff shoulders and turn on another episode of Game Caterers, wanting to be as much of a harbor for Minho as Minho is for him.
Lighthouses at sea, constantly guiding each other home.
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Jisung is a god. Jisung is, for all intents and purposes, a dead god.
This dead god, he concludes rather quickly, is not supposed to be here.
And yet.
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In which Jisung has spent nine years successfully ignoring that he’s in love with Chan. Then he fails spectacularly in less than one.
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Bookmarked by dwaekkiss (lucitae)
28 Dec 2023
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It’s no temple, but it is a place of worship all the same.
Worship of him.
Someone uses this space to love music more than life itself. To pour themself drip by drop into each piece. Someone uses this space to live and breathe music and Jisung —
Jisung drinks it in. (It’s a breath of crisp, fresh air. A reminder of the past. A tease of what he’s been missing, familiar and freeing in a way he can’t explain. Some part of him sings in response, tries to reach out and connect with a devotee who isn’t there. He tamps it down. Not yet.)
It’s not intentional, Jisung can tell: even a novice wouldn’t be nearly as sloppy. Nearly as… raw. God of an art as he is, he almost likes it more this way. This space — this tribute — it’s a slice of someone’s soul. Their very being. It’s someone’s essence — which only just happens to take the form of adoring Jisung’s domain. (Jisung's, specifically, which is strange in and of itself. There are plenty of music gods, dead and alive. Why him? An accidental altar to him is infinitesimally less likely than an accidental altar to, say, Apollo.)
They’re one step away from lying on the metaphorical altar and offering themself to him directly.