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Outside, every lamp in Tarnfall burned behind rain-streaked glass. Inside, three cats pinned him to a settle as thoroughly as any oath. It was not a grand life. It would not have impressed the old councils or filled the mouths of bards. No prince would have carved it into marble. No scholar would have known what to do with it.
But the fire was good. The house was dry. The village slept soundly beneath his warding. Soonie had fish on his whiskers, Dori was pretending not to love him, and Doongie’s soft head was heavy against his palm.
Minho closed the book over one finger and listened to the storm spend itself against the roof.
“Let them call it waste,” he said.
The cats understood, as cats understand all important things: silently, completely, and without granting anyone the satisfaction of the proof of it.
Or: Dragon Lee Minho had been living in a remote northern village for 200 years after abandoning his post on the dragon council. Dragon Jisung is sent to bring him back.
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Minho forces himself to keep going, because if he stops now, he might never find the courage again. “It’s more than just being attracted to someone. It’s… wanting closeness all the time. Touch. Scent. Warmth. Reassurance. It can get overwhelming when feelings are involved, and with silver-haired rabbits it’s worse because it all ties together. Bonding, protectiveness, wanting, all of it roots in the same place. So if I care about someone, really care, it doesn’t stay neat. It doesn’t stay politely in one corner where I can ignore it.”
By now, Jisung’s cheeks have gone pink, but he doesn’t look away. “And you care about me.”
Minho’s laugh comes out low and helpless. “I carried you through a storm and nearly lost my mind because you smiled at me in your sleep. Yes, Jisung, I care about you.”
Or: Minho is a silver-haired rabbit hybrid with a high libido. He falls in love with dormouse hybrid Jisung, who spends most of his time sleeping.
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When he rises, Changbin's hand moves instinctively with him, sliding from his shoulder blade to the curve of his upper back, then stopping abruptly when his palm lands over something soft beneath his shirt.
Changbin freezes.
His hand stays there for a half a second too long before he snatches it back like he's touched something hot.
"Seungmin…" he says quietly. "Is that—Is that a bra?"
Or: Seungmin has a crush on his team member, Changbin. He also loves wearing lingerie.
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"Peaches," he says. His voice is soft and unexpectedly gentle. "You brought me peaches."
"Um. Yes?" Jisung winces inside. Why did he say it like a question?
"Beautiful," the man whispers, eyes locked on Jisung, but then they flick back down to the peaches. "The peaches; they're beautiful.
Or: Jisung is a farmer’s boy who quickly grows close to the village’s new stranger.
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“You’re to be married.”
Minho stares at her.
“...I’m sorry?”
“Married!” his father echoes brightly. “Isn’t it thrilling?”
“No?” Minho offers, his voice pitching into a hopeful question.
The queen clasps her hands together. “Minho, my love. You are twenty-two now, your brother is already married, and it’s your time. You are handsome and charming, and entirely too oblivious to your own desirability. We’ve respected your preference for men, we’ve let you take your time, hoping you would… You know.” She waves vaguely. “Find someone. Anyone.”
Or: Seven princes with seven unique animal rituals attempt to win Minho's heart. They all get far more than they expected.
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The line of Seungmin’s waist disappears beneath the thin cotton of his white sleep shorts. Jeongin has never thought of it before, but they don’t really conceal much. Sure, he’s seen him shirtless a dozen times, but this… this is different.
Jeongin stares.
The shape beneath the cotton is firm and undeniably erect, even twitching occasionally with each stuttered breath Seungmin gives out in his sleep.
And small.
It’s really fucking small.
Or: Jeongin finds out that his best friend, Seungmin, has a tiny cock. He doesn't expect to become obsessed with it.
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He buys exactly one iced coffee, on purpose. He waits until he has the straw in his mouth before imagining Changbin's reaction at not being bought one. The betrayed scowl, the annoyed inhale, the—God help him—gorgeous flex of his jaw.
Seungmin smiles around the straw.
Perfect.
Or: Five times Seungmin antagonises Changbin for attention, and the one time he takes it too far, he gets everything he's ever wanted.
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Minho then looks at Jisung, the man standing there with his breath caught in his chest. "You have undone us both without even trying.
Hyunjin takes Jisung's hand in his. "Won't you let us have you?"
Jisung's composure buckles. His shoulders sag, his lips part, and his pulse trips wildly beneath his skin. And then his resistance, his guilt and confusion, collapses into a single exhale.
"Yes," he breathes. It's barely a word, and more like a surrender wearing the shape of one.
He steps into them and changes everything.
Or: Vampires Minho and Hyunjin have been together for centuries, each day bleeding into the other. That is, until the human, Han Jisung, has them both feeling alive again
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"You're so beautiful," Changbin whispers against his skin. "The way you glow when I touch you… I never want to stop."
Seungmin's wings tremble, fluttering open wider as Changbin's hand continues its gentle exploration. "Only you make me feel like this," Seungmin murmurs, his breath catching, voice threaded with affection and need.
Changbin grins, pressing a kiss to the hollow of Seungmin's throat. "That's because I'm utterly enchanted by you."
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"Sit." Minho gestures at the chair opposite. "I went over your most recent version of the report," Minho begins. "Thorough, as always, Jisung. I appreciate your hard work."
Jisung suppresses a smile. "Thank you, sir. I tried to anticipate—"
"That's not the only thing you're thorough about though, is it?" Minho interrupts, his tone shifting. It almost sounds like he's amused.
Jisung blinks, thrown off. "Excuse me?"
Minho's lips quirk. He reaches for his phone, unlocking the screen. "You see, I came across something… interesting earlier."
He turns the phone, screen bright against his eyes. And there it is, unmistakable, Jisung's Grindr profile. That's him in the photo, his smile, his bio: love being pinned down by older men, especially if they get a little mean. Will work hard for attention.
Fuck, his boss knows he's gay. His boss has seen his down bad attempt at getting laid. Wait, if he’s on Grindr too, that must mean he’s also…
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"So, you are a man," Minho says matter-of-factly.
It's not an accusation nor a question.
Jisung's heart slams painfully against his ribs. "Yes."
"And you are certainly not Princess Yuna."
"No."
Minho studies him, searching his face. Jisung prepares himself for anger, for betrayal.
Instead, Minho exhales. "Good."
Jisung blinks. "Good?"
Minho's mouth curves slightly, but it's a bit strained. "If you had been a woman," he says carefully, "this would have been far crueler than it already is."
Or: Prince Jisung takes the fall for his sister, taking her place in an arranged marriage to a supposedly terrifying king. He gets far more than he bargained for
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"I didn't mean to do this over dinner," Seungmin says, his fingers twisting together. "But... I just can't keep it in any longer."
Changbin has already placed his phone back on the table, and his knee has stopped bouncing. He picks up his chair, bringing it next to Seungmin, placing a hand on his thigh. "Okay. I'm listening."
Or: Omega Seungmin tells Changbin that he's pregnant
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He steps onto the ballroom floor without hesitation, the crowd parting for him as if he had commanded them to. Jisung notices he’s not much taller than he is, and then he stops, right in front of him.
Those eyes, dark as swirling pools of ink and framed by long lashes, hold his.
The space between them is charged.
The man inclines his head slowly, just enough to acknowledge him, and then extends a hand.
It’s gloved in black and perfectly steady.
He’s offering a dance.
And unlike what Jisung expected, his voice is soft, almost lyrical, with a warmth that wraps around each word.
“Care to dance?”
Or: Omega Han Jisung is fed up with his parent's attempts to auction him off to the wealthiest alpha, when a mysterious Duke takes interest in him
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Under the Watchful Eye of the Moons by ReNknow for Kokoskwark
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
02 Jan 2026
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Minho steps forward gracefully, and his voice is gentle yet unequivocal. "Prince Jisung, let me be frank. We would like to ask if you would accompany us to the events in the coming week."
Jisung stares. "You want me to accompany you?"
The king's smile shows his dimples, and his eyes crinkle. "If you will wish it. We would be honoured to attend the celebrations of Rivis at your side."
Minho adds. "And, should you permit it, we would court you during that time."
Every coherent thought flees Jisung's mind.
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Or: Prince Jisung is courted by the King and his Elven consort from another kingdom. No time is wasted.
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In his kingdom, alpha pairs are… tolerated in silence at court, sometimes joked about in private. But it’s not discussed openly.
Alphas are meant to lead. Their role is to protect the more gentle gender, reproduce and provide safety for their family. Any deviation is frowned upon— especially by a prince.
So it doesn’t matter if Minho thinks Prince Jisung is the most beautiful person he has ever seen, because he doesn’t make his own choices, and he’s not allowed to form an opinion that doesn't match the unspoken rules of his kingdom.
Or: Prince Minho is ordered by his father to make a diplomatic visit to another kingdom. There, he discovers magic, fate, and, most importantly, himself.
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Jisung’s golden eyes lock onto him intensely. “Lee Minho. I have another request.”
Minho swallows. “What is it?”
“I was not intending to go further than this today, but to fully understand the human experience of pleasure, I would like you to demonstrate how a human would typically inflict pleasure upon themselves.”
Minho’s breath hitches, heat flooding to his cheeks. “You mean, you want me to.. M-masturbate? In front of you?”
Or: Minho signs up to be an alien test subject.
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He pads down the hall, intending to grab a glass of water, but he stops dead outside the living room. The room is dark, except for the faint moonlight spilling in.
Seungmin is there, standing in the shadows, his silhouette still. At first, Changbin thinks he’s looking out of the window, but then he sees his hand, shoved deep into his pyjama pants, moving slow and steady.
Changbin’s breath catches. He takes a step closer, careful not to make a sound, and follows Seungmin’s line of sight across the street.In the apartment opposite, low lights glow in Minho and Jisung’s bedroom. Their curtains are wide open, as if they want to be seen.
Or: Changbin catches Seungmin getting off to their friends
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At a booth in the corner sits a man too young to belong here, yet somehow too self-assured to look out of place. Expensive, grey pin-striped suit. Loose tie. His eyes are dark and intense, the kind of face that makes people look twice.
When those eyes lift to meet Minho’s, something shifts.
“Mr Han,” Minho greets, voice smooth. “I hear you requested me.”
“Call me Jisung.” The younger man smiles faintly. “And yes. I did.”
He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, gaze unwavering. “I want you for the night.”
Or: Retired sex worker, Minho, gets propositioned by a younger man. Will he come out of retirement for one last night?
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Minho is still asleep when he climbs back into bed. He moves quietly, not wanting to wake him. But Minho stirs anyway, shifting closer, pulling Jisung into his body. The warmth of it nearly undoes him.
“You’re up early,” Minho mumbles into his shoulder, his voice croaky and thick with sleep.
Jisung hums. “Couldn’t sleep.”
Minho’s nose brushes against the curve of his neck, inhaling his scent like a reflex, then he stiffens. “You smell sad.”
Jisung laughs, but he knows Minho won’t be convinced. “Do I?”
“Mhm.” Minho’s voice is clearer now, Jisung’s distress wiping away the haze of sleep. “Did you take another test?”
Jisung freezes. He shouldn’t be surprised by now. Minho always knows. There’s no hiding when your souls are connected and your scents are bound, when your bodies have known each other this long.
He nods.
Minho doesn’t ask for the details. He just tightens his hold and presses a kiss to his shoulder. “Then we try again,” he says simply.
Or: Minho and Jisung are trying to get pregnant. They're having issues.
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“I want…” He falters, his lips trembling against Changbin’s thumb. His eyes flick between them, Chan steady and patient, Changbin dark-eyed and ravenous. “I want both of you.”
“You have us,” Chan murmurs. “Always.”
“No,” Seungmin shakes his head. “Not like that. I want—” His throat closes around it, but he forces it out anyway, his shame and desire tangling. “I want you both inside me. At the same time.”
The silence makes his stomach lurch. Then he sees Changbin’s jaw flex. “Fuck, Min.” His voice is rough. “Do you even know what you’re asking for?”
“Yes,” he rushes out. He sits up straighter, as if to dare them to doubt him. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, about being so full that I can’t even think. That is what I want.”
Or: Seungmin finally gets to be fucked by both of his boyfriends at once.
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- Part 2 of A Place Where We Belong