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My everything - Or, The last summer in Villinge by linos_honey
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
07 Sep 2026
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The tears wet Chris’s skin as Felix cried against his shoulder. Having Felix so close made his heart pound. The soft, damp skin against his own made a rush of pleasure go through his body, and at the same time, it felt completely wrong—like he was stealing something for himself that he didn’t have the right to... but if he didn’t hold Felix, he’d break, too.
Sweden, the summer of 1979
Chris has secretly been in love with Felix for years. When Felix’s long-time girlfriend breaks up with him, Felix is devastated and seeks comfort in Chris. He starts sleeping over, wanting to be held, and Chris complies, despite finding it hard - especially since his body has its own will and instantly exposes his desire. When Felix suggests that they get even closer physically, Chris has to decide if he can take that without being sure of getting what he really wants - Felix’s heart.
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- Part 2 of Stars & Raindrops
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08 Sep 2026
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Contract Killer Lee Minho falls in love with innocent police receptionist Han Jisung and introduces him to the world of BDSM.
Will he be able to hide what he and his sidekick Hwang Hyunjin really do for a living or will Jisung discover the truth?
- this work was inspired by my love for morally grey characters like John Rain, Livia Lone and Sean Dillon -
This is a fictional story and any resemblance with my favorite Idols is completely based on fantasy and not reality whatsoever.
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08 Sep 2026
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"I...You...you didn't have to give me your bed, nor take me to your room. I would've been fine on my own," Felix swallows, his fingers tightening around the bedpost. He doesn't know why he's rambling, why he feels the need to justify something that shouldn't need justifying. "My clothes haven't been changed and I'm dirty from walking outside, therefore—"
"Felix," Hyun-Jin's voice is gentler now, softer, and it startles Felix more than if he had been angry. He watches as the alpha steps closer, slow and careful as if approaching a startled animal. "You're sick," Hyun-Jin states. "And exhausted."
Felix blinks at him.
"I've been told you barely ate at breakfast," Hyun-Jin continues, his gaze unwavering. "I was also told you looked like you were going to collapse the moment you stepped outside, and then—" He exhales, a sharp, quiet thing. "Then you did."
Or: Felix has to fight hard to survive the life he lives. When his engagement is revealed to be with the marital Prince of Artevmia, Felix’s carefully constructed dollhouse begins to deteriorate. And maybe, just maybe, he finally breaks free from his strings.
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08 Sep 2026
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“I’m too young to die,” Jisung cries. “There’s so much in life that I haven’t gotten to do. Like working in a call center. Or becoming a disillusioned figure skater at the ripe age of twenty-seven.”
“Yeah, that’s it,” Minho says. “I’m throwing you off the ski lift.”
Minho’s a figure skater crumbling under unrealistic expectations. He doesn’t expect Jisung (21, omega, cute, pain in the ass) to be the one to help him realize his worth, but that’s just how it goes.
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- Part 1 of slicksports
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Minho was supposed to disappear clean. "New name, new city, no ties, no traces" was the deal he made the night he walked out of the OSF for good. He wasn't supposed to be hiding two newborns in a bathroom by sunrise. He wasn't supposed to be alone, without his mate.
He doesn't know how to feed a baby. He doesn't know how to hold one. He knows seventeen ways to kill an alpha with a hotel hand towel and exactly zero lullabies, and the only person who could have taught him the rest is gone.
But something found him in the water tonight. Something with purple eyes and a steady paw and a tongue rough against his cheek. Something that walked into the trees without leaving a single print on the bank, and felt, impossibly, like a promise.
Now, he has two daughters, a gun wrapped in a hotel towel, and a list of people who would kill all three of them before breakfast if they knew where to look. He has dawn pushing grey through the curtain. He has his obachan's smile on his own mouth and pine sap still ghosting in the air where there shouldn't be any pine.
It will have to be enough. He will have to be enough.