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Under the shade of Faeremor by TheSleeplessSummer (TheStraySummer)
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
07 Jan 2025
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“Let’s hear my favorite one,” Hyunjin smiles.
“Again? Well, if you insist.” Chan’s voice was quiet, almost conspiratorial. Everyone held their breath. “A scorched valley, the cursed forest of Faeremor hides many dangers. Monsters dwell within. In the black lake, death reflects itself. Ertangil and Anordan can send your soul to hell with a single touch. The sinister spirit, Gilmir, and the siren Lingelir lure wanderers with gentle music. Mellonis devours human hearts to prolong his youth. The chilling laughter of the banshee Morvenel calls forth death itself. The ten-meter living stone, Tallagor, crushes all who dare cross its path. And, of course, the giant wolf Taurhir, whose fur is as sharp as needles, whose infernal horns are wreathed in smoke…”
“Well, the wolf is definitely huge,” Jisung interrupted, unable to hold back his laughter. “And your fur is prickly. But that bit about Tallagor’s height…”
“Hey, that’s rough,” Changbin whined, his tone drawing chuckles from the rest of the group.
Chan sighed, setting the book down and pulling out a set of cards. The atmosphere of storytelling night was, as always, thoroughly disrupted.
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- Part 1 of Tales of the Sunset World
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Before his left foot can get on the second step, Chris’s eyes meet a dark, curious gaze.
There is someone inside the tower, yes.
That someone is a demon, though.
Two, his mind supplies after a second.
Both demons are standing tall in the middle of the tower, the fluorescent breach in the Honmoon looking small between them.
A sharp inhale warns him I.N. has also taken the scene in.
The two demons are as still as statue, their big, dark eyes scrutinizing them: the one closer to them has long, blond hair, tied in a half-bun. His dark eyes are wide with surprise, and Chris almost giggles when he notices freckles on the pale cheeks. That’s new.
If it weren’t for the soft light blue patterns adorning his skin, this demon might almost look human, in his oversized hoodie and loose jeans.
“You’re late.” It’s the other demon who speaks, and Chris’s eyes snap to him: his hair is almost white, framing his graceful features and straight nose in long strands. Black, bottomless eyes are half-hidden behind the whitish strands.
His patterns are lilac, perfectly matching the pink sweater and light jeans he wears.
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Ash grey hair framed artfully around his face, sharp eyes and cheekbones and a full mouth; the stranger looks like an idol if Chan ever saw one. Or a fuckin’ angel sent from up high.
Then he says in a clementine-sweet lilt, “Lee Minho, ’98. If I was your sleep paralysis demon and attacked you in the middle of the night, how would you react?”
Chan blinks. “What.”
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Minho wakes on his 18th birthday with a single word on his arm: skrrt.
He then spends the next 3 years mad about it.
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- Part 1 of head, hands, heart
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He already knows the root of the problem itself: people from the outside, definitely not hybrids themselves, either on their staff (Minho should find a way to get them fired) or on the internet (Minho unfortunately cannot do anything about them without getting fired) who are making unwarranted comments and enforcing their stupid incorrect opinions that no one fucking asked for.
But that didn't matter. Because Minho was going to fix it and then his kittens would be free to follow whatever instincts they liked without worry about what others would say. Because fuck anyone else, the only thing that mattered was the happiness of his boyfriends and Minho was now determined to see them comfortable in their own skins again.
Or, Minho notices how his kitty boyfriends are repressing their hybrid instincts so he does something about it.