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His Sun, Her Moon

2.8k words, Angst, Romance, Non-idol AU, Fantasy AU, Royals! SKZ

Lee Minho X fem! Reader

Beware of Major Character death, fighting, description of injuries and pain, angst ( an actual warning oops-)

Ella writes: I feel like I should apologize, but it's also pretty on brand of me to return with smack-in-the-face angst, so... here we go !

The world was pain. Writhing, lancing against torn, bloody skin. Dull, throbbing over bruised, battered bones. Sharp, pricking behind closed, exhausted eyes.

It was the only thing that told him that Death had still not opened her sweet arms to him. The only thing that kept him holding on to the current plane of existence.

Pain, and her.

“WHERE IS HE?”

Bodies stiffened, sights swivelled, weapons reached for, attentions captured.

A soulless smirk replaced the initial snarl that curled your lips you stalked further into the throne room, the silence of your entry stunning the entire chamber. You were not unfamiliar to being watched, observed, picked apart by strangers’ eyes- you revelled in it if anything. The flair for drama was always one you excelled in- right now, however, it was not your flair for drama that prompted the entrance.

The rage that you’d tamped under a thousand rocks slid through your veins again. It had been quite too long since you’d felt the warmth of your anger, always keeping it under lock and key lest it hurt, destroy, ruin. It focused you now, made your awareness blade-sharp and your words toxin-savage. You could feel every inch of it, from the dry burn behind your eyes to the clench of your fingers against the inside of your palm, from the weight of Kaeyara down the middle of your back in her scabbard to the aching throb in your ankle.

Kaeyara, his sworn-sword. She would be your saving grace today if it all went to hell.

There were throngs of people in that room, lined up and crowding against either side of the carpet that laid across the length of the room, cutting right through the center of the crowd to the throne- well, thrones.

The occupants of said thrones watched in silence as you approached them, each with a distinct expression marring their once-perfect faces. They were once beautiful, your mind’s eye reminded you. They were as exquisite as gods and goddesses not too long ago, from the inside out. Exquisite enough that you loved them with your whole heart, staked your loyalty to their thrones and their lives, went to the mat and beyond to defend them.

No longer were they alluring. No longer could you see them as the saviors of the world they hailed themselves as. No longer.

5 massive thrones lined up in front of 5 banners, each bearing a color and a signet, despicable creatures lounging on 4.

Sapphire blue. Sharp and angular, a direwolf. Bronzed hair hiding an empty eye socket and one half of a set of nerves-furrowed brows. Lilac. Golden like a rising sun. Eyes wide, a clicking, whirring mechanical hand covering his mouth in horror at the sight. Forest Green. Serpents of silver twined around a knife. Blank like an empty home, words stopping at a tongue that was no longer his. Slate Grey. Soft, foggy wings of an owl. Teeth gritted, lips pulled back in a snarl, head tilted towards the side which still had an ear. Black. A panther’s amber orbs inside a compass. Empty.

The sight of the empty throne loomed over you as you stopped in front of the 4 monsters, the lack of a bow not lost on anybody.

The whispers kicked up instantly- oh, the audacity! The Head of the Royal Guard declining to show deference?

“Where. Is. He.”

The soft, lethal words that echoed your first were not lost on anybody either.

“Who?” Sapphire rings glittered when Jisung rose, his one eye as sharp as the direwolf’s behind him.

“You can’t mean Minho.” He smiled, showing a row of too-perfect teeth. “You know as well as all gathered here, that he comes and goes as he pleases. Why is his absence a matter of surprise? Is there a matter for concern here?”

Kaeyara began humming at your back, almost like she was urging you to draw her. Not yet, my moon.

The world was pain. Until suddenly, all he could feel was fire.

Raging embers that skittered along his very bones, lighting him aflame. Smoldering, sparking against chains, heating him from the inside out. Blazing across his mind, urging him to sit up, take notice, fight, fight fight fight figh-

Not yet, my moon.

Obsidian eyes flecked with gold tore open, still hazy with pain and exhaustion.

The world was pain Until suddenly, all he could feel was her.

He heard you, you knew it. It was all that centered you as you tore yourself out of your thoughts and back onto Jisung’s words.

“Did you receive word from him?” You willed yourself to keep calm.

Felix cocked his head, his golden hair an angelic contrast against the lilac of his banner.

“Why is that any of your business, Captain?” Hyunjin’s voice was as soft as the grey fog, the smooth tenor skittering over the floor stones and into the listeners’ ears. “Are you trying to imply foul play amongst the Royals?”

The lethal edge of his tone pulled the cowering, silent commoner crowd out of their shock. One trembling commoner edged his way towards the exit of the throne room, the stench of fear slowly permeating the once crisp air. Still, you didn’t look away.

You wouldn’t look away.

“I can’t imply what is already apparent, my King.” The reverence slid off your tongue like a curse, Kaeyara almost singing a siren song on your back. The singular commoner became a steady stream, the exit doors flooded with the crowd that had, just minutes ago, been extremely invested in the drama you had dragged in with you.

The clamor of the commoners rushing out of the room didn’t shake the spear-like attention the 4 royals had fixed upon you at your words, but you weren’t done.

“You sent your people after him. All 4 of you.” The words were coming easy to you now, the rage finally loosening your tongue and your voice until you echoed off the high ceilings and the empty floor. “You intended to end him, the only one of you who was still Whole, the only one of you who hadn’t yet pawned his Heart and his Body away for power. You thought him weak, idealistic, stupid for believing that you needed a heart to rule.”

The 4 of them gave no indication that they heard you, aside from their preternatural focus spearing through you. It was just you and them in that accursed throne room now.

“The world knows what you did to him. The world knows how you tried to hunt him down like a criminal and put him in the ground. All because he saw his subjects as worthy of more than your tyranny. Because he treated us like equals and not lesser than. You tried to take his Heart and when you couldn’t, you let him for dead. And for that...”

The Royals were still motionless before you when you drew Kaeyara at long last, the obsidian blade gleaming clear and deadly and ready. Flames roared a battle cry in your ears, itching to be set free, itching to do what they were born to do- destroy.

A breath escaped your lips. The ground beneath you began to rumble.

Long Live the One King.

Another. All the Royals stood, the movements almost sinful and grotesque in its’ immortal grace. The ground’s rumble turned into a roar.

I’ve got you, my moon.

“And for that, you will all burn.”The world was pain. But it was nothing compared to the rage.

I’ve got you, my moon.

Oh, the rage.

He knew it like the back of his hand. Hadn’t he soothed it away with these very fingers, these very hands, despite the gut-wrenching burn? It washed over him, cloaking him, healing him, awakening him, forcing him to feel, feel, feel-

She was fighting. Somewhere far, far above him, she fought. The fire licked his collarbones almost affectionately in their heat, but there was an air of urgency around them- urgency and a lull, like the flames were slowing down, sputtering out-

A grunt of pain escaped you as you fended off another attack from Hyunjin, the force of his assault nearly putting you to your knees. But you held on, as did Kaeyara.

Lovely, death-kissed Kaeyara. It was almost like having him at your back, protecting you.

The 4 of them had descended upon you from all directions, the speed and force of their attack almost impossible for you to track and defend from, but it was like Kaeyara and the flames in your veins had taken control of your body. And Thank goodness for it, because it was only by sheer force of will that you were still standing, despite the bone-deep exhaustion weighing your sword arm down.

For him, you’d fight till the end. As long as it took for him to…to live. He had to live. He had to have heard you.

Strike. Parry. Duck.

“Did you really think you could win against all of us?” Jisung hissed, one arm wreathed with lightning and the other, a whip made of deadly metal.. Deadly. So, so deadly. You didn’t bother responding, not when that metal whip shot out towards you, the thin, tiny razors on the grooves of the metal aiming for your wrist, to slash through skin and sinew-

Duck. Block. Flame.

“He was meant to lead us to a better world.” You screamed, a wall of flame erupting out of thin air, pushing all 4 of the royals back by a few feet. You were gasping for breath, your back against one wall of the throne room, the 4 royals having crowded you to it like a rat to a trap. But you were not a rat. Your own power might have been dwindling slowly, with the pressure of keeping yourself alive, while simultaneously burrowing through the castle to find him, awaken him, heal him- but it was no matter. You were no lost rat. You were Lady Revenge, and you would not be left unsated.

The flames began sputtering around him, the world beyond suddenly more ice cold instead of flame hot.

No. Not her.

It was not just his own power of will that kept him from sliding back to his knees when he dragged himself to his feet. When he dove into the minds of the guards that watched over his cell to unlock the cell and then slit each other’s throats in tandem. When he staggered to the door, eyes squinting in the twilight dark of the underground dungeons. When he willed himself to shift, heal, become something Other, something Else, something that was worthy of what was thrumming in his own veins-

In that moment, he would have sold his Heart and Body for the power he needed-

Anything, anything, anything at all for.. For her.

Strike. Flame. Parry.

“He did what none of you could. He united the people. Against you.” You leapt back, nearly slamming against the wall to avoid a freezing lance of ice that very nearly missed your shoulder. Hyunjin and his damn icicles. Kaeyara slashed wide, a ball of flame lobbed right at his face, followed by a series of slashes and parries that finally pushed him back, giving you some breathing space.

“He did everything he did for us. For his people.”

No ordinary mortal could have held their own against 4 Royals. Thankfully, you were anything but ordinary. You grew up training with these creatures, aware of every movement they could possibly make because they were your own. It paid to be a favored mortal’s daughter, especially if he was the Captain of the Royal Guard.

Between that, the kernel of flame that you’d inherited from your mother, and his Kaeyara…

Maybe Lady Luck was shining upon you, because that singular tendril of flame that had been hunting for him…it sang. An 8-note whistle that reverberated through your very soul. It had succeeded. Kaeyara had confirmed it, her hum now more insistent. All you needed to do now was…

Flame. Dodge. Strike.

But that strike cost you, because Felix caught your distracted body in an almighty gust of wind- sweeping you off your feet and smack against the wall. There was no sound aside from the creak of your armor as you slid to the ground, landing on your knees. Too hard.

And still, you had the audacity to not avert your eyes when the Royals looked at you, the rage simmering in your eyes giving even them a brief, uncharacteristic pause.

“He did it for me.” Even on your knees from apparent defeat, you cut an impressive figure - injured, barely able to breathe, body riddled with injury, a forcefield of the thinnest flame just about keeping the Royals at bay as you kneeled against the wall, Kaeyara supporting your weight as you met the Royals eye for eye.

Just a little longer. Just enough for him. Just. Enough-

Jisung stepped up to the wall of flame, half a thought dissipating the embers with a hiss of finality.

“We all knew about his affection for you.” He walked up to you, your eyes still refusing to leave his. Defiant, to the bitter end. Even when Jisung grabbed you by your neck and slammed you against the wall. When Hyunjin’s ice pinned your wrists until you felt the burn of frostbite.

“We all knew about how Minho would trail after you like a lost kitten, looking for all the world like he was just another besotted mortal courting a pair of legs.”

You snarled at the disrespect dripping from Felix’s tone, tapering off into a cough that left a trail of blood down the side of your lip. “Keep his name out of your sinner mouth.”

Keep them distracted. Kaeyara began to sing. His song. Just a little longer.

“Sinner?” Jisung laughed, the sound as mirthless as it was dangerous. “He was the sinner. For thinking people like you deserved to have a voice. Look what you did with it. Wreak havoc, cause dissent and sow seeds of a rebellion everybody knows they can’t win.”

A fork of lightning singed your neck where Jisung’s skin touched yours, a hiss of pain escaping you regardless of the defiance.

“The Revolution isn’t one person.” you choked out, fighting and struggling against the haziness that was taking over the edges of your vision. Kaeyara lay on the floor below you, the hum from her almost deafening you- screaming at you to pick her up, run the monster through the neck with her, and then extend the favour to the rest-

But you could barely keep your eyes open, your hands already numb from the cold. The lightning burn at your throat made it hard to breathe, to speak, but you held on- you’d hold on, for as long as it took.

“But the Revolution can die with one person.”

Felix’s words chilled you. As you watched the unnamed cloak of forest green glide towards you, a lovely little knife sliding free in his hand as he stopped next to you at Jisung, you couldn’t help but smile a little. So this was how it would end.

“You said he did it for you, didn’t you?” Jisung smiled as he let go of you, watching you crumple to the floor again, only to be dragged up by Forest Green. Have the pretty knife positioned exactly on the line of your throat that his lightning had singed.

“In that case, he died for you, too.”

When the knife glided its way through your throat, severing skin and bone, there was no pain.

Because Minho stood at the doors to the throne room.

Eyes wide in despair and depthless rage when he watched his brothers murder his..his sun.

His sun had set on him. So would she set on his brothers.

You don’t remember dying. The world was pain, but the pain was far away.

Because Minho was here. He was here, he was here, he was alive, he was here-

And he was Other. Shadows of the deepest black onyx bled from his hands, spearing straight for the 4 people he had considered blood brothers. Shadows that promised terror beyond their deepest fears, nightmares beyond their darkest thoughts. Those eyes…eyes that had been as gold as the panthers’ on his signet was now swallowed by obsidian, the colour almost stark against the hue of his skin. When the Royals stepped towards him, possibly to placate him, likely to destroy him, a snarl of sheer animal fury escaped his barred lips. At the sight of yourself bleeding out on the ground, that stupidly small smile on your eyes, Kaeyara screaming at him to do something, ANYTHING-

He was Minho, and he was Not-

And then the screaming began.

Finally, you could sleep.

Taglist ( What I remember, atleast >.<

@delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @whiteprincessofnohr @mingkii @t-toodumbtocare @hongism @the7thcrow @chogiwow @http-wommy @dom--minnie @wingkkun-main @heresyourramen @fizzydrink698 @crispy-chan @iwillgiveyoumyhappiness @binniesthighs

@lxmilights @lavenderbexlatte @jl-micasea-fics @decembermoonskz @chvnnie @jeonwonhi

Ella Notes: ....Hello! I'm back <3

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sleepylixie · 4 months

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His Sun, Her Moon

2.8k words, Angst, Romance, Non-idol AU, Fantasy AU, Royals! SKZ

Lee Minho X fem! Reader

Beware of Major Character death, fighting, description of injuries and pain, angst ( an actual warning oops-)

Ella writes: I feel like I should apologize, but it's also pretty on brand of me to return with smack-in-the-face angst, so... here we go !

The world was pain. Writhing, lancing against torn, bloody skin. Dull, throbbing over bruised, battered bones. Sharp, pricking behind closed, exhausted eyes.

It was the only thing that told him that Death had still not opened her sweet arms to him. The only thing that kept him holding on to the current plane of existence.

Pain, and her.

“WHERE IS HE?”

Bodies stiffened, sights swivelled, weapons reached for, attentions captured.

Kaeyara, his sworn-sword. She would be your saving grace today if it all went to hell.

No longer were they alluring. No longer could you see them as the saviors of the world they hailed themselves as. No longer.

5 massive thrones lined up in front of 5 banners, each bearing a color and a signet, despicable creatures lounging on 4.

The sight of the empty throne loomed over you as you stopped in front of the 4 monsters, the lack of a bow not lost on anybody.

The whispers kicked up instantly- oh, the audacity! The Head of the Royal Guard declining to show deference?

“Where. Is. He.”

The soft, lethal words that echoed your first were not lost on anybody either.

“Who?” Sapphire rings glittered when Jisung rose, his one eye as sharp as the direwolf’s behind him.

Kaeyara began humming at your back, almost like she was urging you to draw her. Not yet, my moon.

The world was pain. Until suddenly, all he could feel was fire.

Not yet, my moon.

Obsidian eyes flecked with gold tore open, still hazy with pain and exhaustion.

The world was pain Until suddenly, all he could feel was her.

He heard you, you knew it. It was all that centered you as you tore yourself out of your thoughts and back onto Jisung’s words.

“Did you receive word from him?” You willed yourself to keep calm.

Felix cocked his head, his golden hair an angelic contrast against the lilac of his banner.

You wouldn’t look away.

The clamor of the commoners rushing out of the room didn’t shake the spear-like attention the 4 royals had fixed upon you at your words, but you weren’t done.

The 4 of them gave no indication that they heard you, aside from their preternatural focus spearing through you. It was just you and them in that accursed throne room now.

A breath escaped your lips. The ground beneath you began to rumble.

Long Live the One King.

Another. All the Royals stood, the movements almost sinful and grotesque in its’ immortal grace. The ground’s rumble turned into a roar.

I’ve got you, my moon.

“And for that, you will all burn.”The world was pain. But it was nothing compared to the rage.

I’ve got you, my moon.

Oh, the rage.

A grunt of pain escaped you as you fended off another attack from Hyunjin, the force of his assault nearly putting you to your knees. But you held on, as did Kaeyara.

Lovely, death-kissed Kaeyara. It was almost like having him at your back, protecting you.

For him, you’d fight till the end. As long as it took for him to…to live. He had to live. He had to have heard you.

Strike. Parry. Duck.

Duck. Block. Flame.

The flames began sputtering around him, the world beyond suddenly more ice cold instead of flame hot.

No. Not her.

In that moment, he would have sold his Heart and Body for the power he needed-

Anything, anything, anything at all for.. For her.

Strike. Flame. Parry.

“He did everything he did for us. For his people.”

Between that, the kernel of flame that you’d inherited from your mother, and his Kaeyara…

Flame. Dodge. Strike.

And still, you had the audacity to not avert your eyes when the Royals looked at you, the rage simmering in your eyes giving even them a brief, uncharacteristic pause.

Just a little longer. Just enough for him. Just. Enough-

Jisung stepped up to the wall of flame, half a thought dissipating the embers with a hiss of finality.

“We all knew about how Minho would trail after you like a lost kitten, looking for all the world like he was just another besotted mortal courting a pair of legs.”

You snarled at the disrespect dripping from Felix’s tone, tapering off into a cough that left a trail of blood down the side of your lip. “Keep his name out of your sinner mouth.”

Keep them distracted. Kaeyara began to sing. His song. Just a little longer.

A fork of lightning singed your neck where Jisung’s skin touched yours, a hiss of pain escaping you regardless of the defiance.

“But the Revolution can die with one person.”

“In that case, he died for you, too.”

When the knife glided its way through your throat, severing skin and bone, there was no pain.

Because Minho stood at the doors to the throne room.

Eyes wide in despair and depthless rage when he watched his brothers murder his..his sun.

His sun had set on him. So would she set on his brothers.

You don’t remember dying. The world was pain, but the pain was far away.

Because Minho was here. He was here, he was here, he was alive, he was here-

He was Minho, and he was Not-

And then the screaming began.

Finally, you could sleep.

Taglist ( What I remember, atleast >.<

@lxmilights @lavenderbexlatte @jl-micasea-fics @decembermoonskz @chvnnie @jeonwonhi

Ella Notes: ....Hello! I'm back <3

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sleepylixie · 4 months

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Wooyoung ✦ [The World Ep.Fin : Will] Jacket Making

#this is MY HUSBAND #BACK OFF MY HUSBAND GIRLIES #this annoyance of a man IS MINE #yes i came back with a vengeance to claim Jung wooyoung #8 makes 1 ateez #ella screams #Jung HUBBY💅🏻

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sleepylixie · 4 months

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(💋 -Personal favourite)

All Rights Reserved by © SleepyLixie. Reposting/Modifying/Translation of content from this blog to any other platform or medium is strongly prohibited, without expressly granted permission from the owner and manager of Sleepylixie.

For updates on the stories I am working on currently, check my WIP Folder!

SERIES MASTERLISTS:

In Umbra 💋 ( Multi Fandom)

Twisted Fairytales: Coming Soon. (Stray Kids)

The Heart wants what it wants Anthology. (Stray Kids/ ATEEZ)

Milestone Drabble: Soulmate AUs ( Stray Kids)

Soft Hours with Ella (Stray Kids/ ATEEZ)

BANG CHAN

Drabbles:

[1.36] Nights like these : Idol Chan X gender-neutral! reader, fluff

Oneshots:

The Gumiho God-King : Prince!Chan, Gumiho!Chan. (In Umbra Universe-1⚡)

Dagger’s Smile : King! Chan, Gumiho! Chan X Gumiho! Fem reader, fluff ( In Umbra Universe- 1.1 ⚡)

I Hate to Admit : Skater! Chan X fem! Reader, College!AU, fluff. (Imperium Universe-3 🦚)

Series

That Mixtape Love: Bang Chan X fem! Reader, Romance Two-shot, Fantasy AU, College! AU. (Solis Universe🔆) Trailer || Part-1 || Part-2 💋

LEE MINHO

Drabbles:

[1.58] Whiskey Memories : Frat-Boy! Lee know X Party-girl! Reader, fluff.

Oneshots:

The Twilight Renegade : Spellcaster!Lee Know, Fantasy Bullet Oneshot (In Umbra Universe-2⚡)💋

A Love so Beautiful : High School! Lee Know X fem! Reader, High school! AU, fluff. ( Request)

Passion’s Abyss : Playboy! Lee Know X fem! Reader, Suggestive/Angst. (Minors do not engage.)

Of Poison Love & Never Agains : Crown Prince! Lee Minho X Crown Princess! Reader, Romance, Royal AU, Enemies to Lovers. (for Dear SKZ, with love)

Series:

Cupid’s Arrow : Boxer! Lee Know X fem! Reader, Romance Two-shot, College AU, (Imperium Universe-4🦚) Trailer || Part-1 || Part-2

SEO CHANGBIN

Drabbles:

Beginner’s Luck-2 : Mafia henchman/bodyguard! Changbin X fem! reader1.1k words, fluff.

Oneshots:

Never gone, my love. : Demon-Hunter! Changbin X Demon-Queen! Reader, Angst/Violent. 💋

Raindrops & Roses : Non-idol! Boyfriend Changbin X fem! Reader, Angst/Comfort. 💋

HWANG HYUNJIN

Oneshots:

The Dreamwalker : Incubus! Hyunjin, Demon!Hyunjin, Fantasy Bullet Oneshot (In Umbra Universe-3⚡)

New Dawn : Mastermind! Hyunjin X fem! Reader, Purge AU, Enemies to (possibly) Lovers \ Part- 2 \

HAN JISUNG

Drabbles:

Sleep well, sweetheart: Fluffy Drabble, Idol Han Jisung X Gender-neutral! Reader

Turning Page: Fluff Drabble, Non Idol! Jisung X Fem! Reader, Soulmate! AU (Request, Song Drabble)

Oneshots:

What are Friends for? : Fluff Oneshot, College! AU, Roommate! AU, Han Jisung X fem! Reader (Imperium Universe-1 🦚)

In Siderum : Romance Oneshot, Non Idol AU, Music Producer! Jisung X Author!fem Reader (With Love, Christmas collab⭐)💋

Say You Love Me : Romance/Angst Oneshot, Non Indol AU, Deity! Jisung X Fem! Reader, Inspired by Doom at your Service ( Behind the Scenes collab)

LEE FELIX:

Oneshots:

All at Once: Idol Felix X childhood best friend! Reader, fluff

Lost Boy : Swan Prince! Felix X Princess! Reader, Retelling of Swan Lake ( Twisted Fairytales-1⭐)💋

KIM SEUNGMIN

Oneshots:

Of Walls and Wonderlands: Friends to lovers, Kim Seungmin X fem! Reader, College!AU, fluff. (Imperium Universe-2 🦚)

YANG JEONGIN

Drabbles:

Beginner’s Luck: Drabble, Mob Boss! Jeongin.

Oneshots:

The Prince of Pearls: Seawalker! Jeongin, Merman! Jeongin (In Umbra Universe-4⚡)💋

Pearls & Lilies : Seawalker! Jeongin X Spellcaster! Fem Reader, Platonic Fluff ( In Umbra Universe 4.1)

Only Fools Rush In: Crown Prince! Jeongin X fem! Reader, Retelling of Sleeping Beauty ( Twisted Fairytales-2⭐)💋

KANG YEOSANG

Oneshots:

Black Swan : Lovers to Strangers, Non-idol AU, Dancer! Yeosang X fem! Reader.

KIM HONGJOONG

Oneshots:

Forget and Never Forgive : Lovers to exes, Non-idol AU, Hongjoong X singer! Fem. Reader - Teaser

MULI MEMBER

Of love and late nights: Drabble, Yunho/Mingi/ Reader dynamic, poly relationship, University AU, Fluff

Networks:

Inkidz , District Nine Writers’ Guild , StayRacha Net , Kpopscape.

#ella reblogs #i am alive and kicking #pkease acknowledge me

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sleepylixie · 4 months

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His Sun, Her Moon

2.8k words, Angst, Romance, Non-idol AU, Fantasy AU, Royals! SKZ

Lee Minho X fem! Reader

Beware of Major Character death, fighting, description of injuries and pain, angst ( an actual warning oops-)

Ella writes: I feel like I should apologize, but it's also pretty on brand of me to return with smack-in-the-face angst, so... here we go !

The world was pain. Writhing, lancing against torn, bloody skin. Dull, throbbing over bruised, battered bones. Sharp, pricking behind closed, exhausted eyes.

It was the only thing that told him that Death had still not opened her sweet arms to him. The only thing that kept him holding on to the current plane of existence.

Pain, and her.

“WHERE IS HE?”

Bodies stiffened, sights swivelled, weapons reached for, attentions captured.

Kaeyara, his sworn-sword. She would be your saving grace today if it all went to hell.

No longer were they alluring. No longer could you see them as the saviors of the world they hailed themselves as. No longer.

5 massive thrones lined up in front of 5 banners, each bearing a color and a signet, despicable creatures lounging on 4.

The sight of the empty throne loomed over you as you stopped in front of the 4 monsters, the lack of a bow not lost on anybody.

The whispers kicked up instantly- oh, the audacity! The Head of the Royal Guard declining to show deference?

“Where. Is. He.”

The soft, lethal words that echoed your first were not lost on anybody either.

“Who?” Sapphire rings glittered when Jisung rose, his one eye as sharp as the direwolf’s behind him.

Kaeyara began humming at your back, almost like she was urging you to draw her. Not yet, my moon.

The world was pain. Until suddenly, all he could feel was fire.

Not yet, my moon.

Obsidian eyes flecked with gold tore open, still hazy with pain and exhaustion.

The world was pain Until suddenly, all he could feel was her.

He heard you, you knew it. It was all that centered you as you tore yourself out of your thoughts and back onto Jisung’s words.

“Did you receive word from him?” You willed yourself to keep calm.

Felix cocked his head, his golden hair an angelic contrast against the lilac of his banner.

You wouldn’t look away.

The clamor of the commoners rushing out of the room didn’t shake the spear-like attention the 4 royals had fixed upon you at your words, but you weren’t done.

The 4 of them gave no indication that they heard you, aside from their preternatural focus spearing through you. It was just you and them in that accursed throne room now.

A breath escaped your lips. The ground beneath you began to rumble.

Long Live the One King.

Another. All the Royals stood, the movements almost sinful and grotesque in its’ immortal grace. The ground’s rumble turned into a roar.

I’ve got you, my moon.

“And for that, you will all burn.”The world was pain. But it was nothing compared to the rage.

I’ve got you, my moon.

Oh, the rage.

A grunt of pain escaped you as you fended off another attack from Hyunjin, the force of his assault nearly putting you to your knees. But you held on, as did Kaeyara.

Lovely, death-kissed Kaeyara. It was almost like having him at your back, protecting you.

For him, you’d fight till the end. As long as it took for him to…to live. He had to live. He had to have heard you.

Strike. Parry. Duck.

Duck. Block. Flame.

The flames began sputtering around him, the world beyond suddenly more ice cold instead of flame hot.

No. Not her.

In that moment, he would have sold his Heart and Body for the power he needed-

Anything, anything, anything at all for.. For her.

Strike. Flame. Parry.

“He did everything he did for us. For his people.”

Between that, the kernel of flame that you’d inherited from your mother, and his Kaeyara…

Flame. Dodge. Strike.

And still, you had the audacity to not avert your eyes when the Royals looked at you, the rage simmering in your eyes giving even them a brief, uncharacteristic pause.

Just a little longer. Just enough for him. Just. Enough-

Jisung stepped up to the wall of flame, half a thought dissipating the embers with a hiss of finality.

“We all knew about how Minho would trail after you like a lost kitten, looking for all the world like he was just another besotted mortal courting a pair of legs.”

You snarled at the disrespect dripping from Felix’s tone, tapering off into a cough that left a trail of blood down the side of your lip. “Keep his name out of your sinner mouth.”

Keep them distracted. Kaeyara began to sing. His song. Just a little longer.

A fork of lightning singed your neck where Jisung’s skin touched yours, a hiss of pain escaping you regardless of the defiance.

“But the Revolution can die with one person.”

“In that case, he died for you, too.”

When the knife glided its way through your throat, severing skin and bone, there was no pain.

Because Minho stood at the doors to the throne room.

Eyes wide in despair and depthless rage when he watched his brothers murder his..his sun.

His sun had set on him. So would she set on his brothers.

You don’t remember dying. The world was pain, but the pain was far away.

Because Minho was here. He was here, he was here, he was alive, he was here-

He was Minho, and he was Not-

And then the screaming began.

Finally, you could sleep.

Taglist ( What I remember, atleast >.<

@lxmilights @lavenderbexlatte @jl-micasea-fics @decembermoonskz @chvnnie @jeonwonhi

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His Sun, Her Moon

2.8k words, Angst, Romance, Non-idol AU, Fantasy AU, Royals! SKZ

Lee Minho X fem! Reader

Beware of Major Character death, fighting, description of injuries and pain, angst ( an actual warning oops-)

Ella writes: I feel like I should apologize, but it's also pretty on brand of me to return with smack-in-the-face angst, so... here we go !

The world was pain. Writhing, lancing against torn, bloody skin. Dull, throbbing over bruised, battered bones. Sharp, pricking behind closed, exhausted eyes.

It was the only thing that told him that Death had still not opened her sweet arms to him. The only thing that kept him holding on to the current plane of existence.

Pain, and her.

“WHERE IS HE?”

Bodies stiffened, sights swivelled, weapons reached for, attentions captured.

Kaeyara, his sworn-sword. She would be your saving grace today if it all went to hell.

No longer were they alluring. No longer could you see them as the saviors of the world they hailed themselves as. No longer.

5 massive thrones lined up in front of 5 banners, each bearing a color and a signet, despicable creatures lounging on 4.

The sight of the empty throne loomed over you as you stopped in front of the 4 monsters, the lack of a bow not lost on anybody.

The whispers kicked up instantly- oh, the audacity! The Head of the Royal Guard declining to show deference?

“Where. Is. He.”

The soft, lethal words that echoed your first were not lost on anybody either.

“Who?” Sapphire rings glittered when Jisung rose, his one eye as sharp as the direwolf’s behind him.

Kaeyara began humming at your back, almost like she was urging you to draw her. Not yet, my moon.

The world was pain. Until suddenly, all he could feel was fire.

Not yet, my moon.

Obsidian eyes flecked with gold tore open, still hazy with pain and exhaustion.

The world was pain Until suddenly, all he could feel was her.

He heard you, you knew it. It was all that centered you as you tore yourself out of your thoughts and back onto Jisung’s words.

“Did you receive word from him?” You willed yourself to keep calm.

Felix cocked his head, his golden hair an angelic contrast against the lilac of his banner.

You wouldn’t look away.

The clamor of the commoners rushing out of the room didn’t shake the spear-like attention the 4 royals had fixed upon you at your words, but you weren’t done.

The 4 of them gave no indication that they heard you, aside from their preternatural focus spearing through you. It was just you and them in that accursed throne room now.

A breath escaped your lips. The ground beneath you began to rumble.

Long Live the One King.

Another. All the Royals stood, the movements almost sinful and grotesque in its’ immortal grace. The ground’s rumble turned into a roar.

I’ve got you, my moon.

“And for that, you will all burn.”The world was pain. But it was nothing compared to the rage.

I’ve got you, my moon.

Oh, the rage.

A grunt of pain escaped you as you fended off another attack from Hyunjin, the force of his assault nearly putting you to your knees. But you held on, as did Kaeyara.

Lovely, death-kissed Kaeyara. It was almost like having him at your back, protecting you.

For him, you’d fight till the end. As long as it took for him to…to live. He had to live. He had to have heard you.

Strike. Parry. Duck.

Duck. Block. Flame.

The flames began sputtering around him, the world beyond suddenly more ice cold instead of flame hot.

No. Not her.

In that moment, he would have sold his Heart and Body for the power he needed-

Anything, anything, anything at all for.. For her.

Strike. Flame. Parry.

“He did everything he did for us. For his people.”

Between that, the kernel of flame that you’d inherited from your mother, and his Kaeyara…

Flame. Dodge. Strike.

And still, you had the audacity to not avert your eyes when the Royals looked at you, the rage simmering in your eyes giving even them a brief, uncharacteristic pause.

Just a little longer. Just enough for him. Just. Enough-

Jisung stepped up to the wall of flame, half a thought dissipating the embers with a hiss of finality.

“We all knew about how Minho would trail after you like a lost kitten, looking for all the world like he was just another besotted mortal courting a pair of legs.”

You snarled at the disrespect dripping from Felix’s tone, tapering off into a cough that left a trail of blood down the side of your lip. “Keep his name out of your sinner mouth.”

Keep them distracted. Kaeyara began to sing. His song. Just a little longer.

A fork of lightning singed your neck where Jisung’s skin touched yours, a hiss of pain escaping you regardless of the defiance.

“But the Revolution can die with one person.”

“In that case, he died for you, too.”

When the knife glided its way through your throat, severing skin and bone, there was no pain.

Because Minho stood at the doors to the throne room.

Eyes wide in despair and depthless rage when he watched his brothers murder his..his sun.

His sun had set on him. So would she set on his brothers.

You don’t remember dying. The world was pain, but the pain was far away.

Because Minho was here. He was here, he was here, he was alive, he was here-

He was Minho, and he was Not-

And then the screaming began.

Finally, you could sleep.

Taglist ( What I remember, atleast >.<

@lxmilights @lavenderbexlatte @jl-micasea-fics @decembermoonskz @chvnnie @jeonwonhi

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#ella reblogs

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sleepylixie · 4 months

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Too real

watching someone in your notes go through your entire catalogue of work

#ella shitposts #kisskissbangbang #moots things

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HAN ♡ 2024 SEASON'S GREETINGS MAKING FILM

#my baby #take my heart my love #han jisung #ellaskz

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ELLIANAAAAAAAAAA

ZETAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#Ella's moots #zeta jeonwonhi #askbox things #ella cries

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His Sun, Her Moon

2.8k words, Angst, Romance, Non-idol AU, Fantasy AU, Royals! SKZ

Lee Minho X fem! Reader

Beware of Major Character death, fighting, description of injuries and pain, angst ( an actual warning oops-)

Ella writes: I feel like I should apologize, but it's also pretty on brand of me to return with smack-in-the-face angst, so... here we go !

The world was pain. Writhing, lancing against torn, bloody skin. Dull, throbbing over bruised, battered bones. Sharp, pricking behind closed, exhausted eyes.

It was the only thing that told him that Death had still not opened her sweet arms to him. The only thing that kept him holding on to the current plane of existence.

Pain, and her.

“WHERE IS HE?”

Bodies stiffened, sights swivelled, weapons reached for, attentions captured.

Kaeyara, his sworn-sword. She would be your saving grace today if it all went to hell.

No longer were they alluring. No longer could you see them as the saviors of the world they hailed themselves as. No longer.

5 massive thrones lined up in front of 5 banners, each bearing a color and a signet, despicable creatures lounging on 4.

The sight of the empty throne loomed over you as you stopped in front of the 4 monsters, the lack of a bow not lost on anybody.

The whispers kicked up instantly- oh, the audacity! The Head of the Royal Guard declining to show deference?

“Where. Is. He.”

The soft, lethal words that echoed your first were not lost on anybody either.

“Who?” Sapphire rings glittered when Jisung rose, his one eye as sharp as the direwolf’s behind him.

Kaeyara began humming at your back, almost like she was urging you to draw her. Not yet, my moon.

The world was pain. Until suddenly, all he could feel was fire.

Not yet, my moon.

Obsidian eyes flecked with gold tore open, still hazy with pain and exhaustion.

The world was pain Until suddenly, all he could feel was her.

He heard you, you knew it. It was all that centered you as you tore yourself out of your thoughts and back onto Jisung’s words.

“Did you receive word from him?” You willed yourself to keep calm.

Felix cocked his head, his golden hair an angelic contrast against the lilac of his banner.

You wouldn’t look away.

The clamor of the commoners rushing out of the room didn’t shake the spear-like attention the 4 royals had fixed upon you at your words, but you weren’t done.

The 4 of them gave no indication that they heard you, aside from their preternatural focus spearing through you. It was just you and them in that accursed throne room now.

A breath escaped your lips. The ground beneath you began to rumble.

Long Live the One King.

Another. All the Royals stood, the movements almost sinful and grotesque in its’ immortal grace. The ground’s rumble turned into a roar.

I’ve got you, my moon.

“And for that, you will all burn.”The world was pain. But it was nothing compared to the rage.

I’ve got you, my moon.

Oh, the rage.

A grunt of pain escaped you as you fended off another attack from Hyunjin, the force of his assault nearly putting you to your knees. But you held on, as did Kaeyara.

Lovely, death-kissed Kaeyara. It was almost like having him at your back, protecting you.

For him, you’d fight till the end. As long as it took for him to…to live. He had to live. He had to have heard you.

Strike. Parry. Duck.

Duck. Block. Flame.

The flames began sputtering around him, the world beyond suddenly more ice cold instead of flame hot.

No. Not her.

In that moment, he would have sold his Heart and Body for the power he needed-

Anything, anything, anything at all for.. For her.

Strike. Flame. Parry.

“He did everything he did for us. For his people.”

Between that, the kernel of flame that you’d inherited from your mother, and his Kaeyara…

Flame. Dodge. Strike.

And still, you had the audacity to not avert your eyes when the Royals looked at you, the rage simmering in your eyes giving even them a brief, uncharacteristic pause.

Just a little longer. Just enough for him. Just. Enough-

Jisung stepped up to the wall of flame, half a thought dissipating the embers with a hiss of finality.

“We all knew about how Minho would trail after you like a lost kitten, looking for all the world like he was just another besotted mortal courting a pair of legs.”

You snarled at the disrespect dripping from Felix’s tone, tapering off into a cough that left a trail of blood down the side of your lip. “Keep his name out of your sinner mouth.”

Keep them distracted. Kaeyara began to sing. His song. Just a little longer.

A fork of lightning singed your neck where Jisung’s skin touched yours, a hiss of pain escaping you regardless of the defiance.

“But the Revolution can die with one person.”

“In that case, he died for you, too.”

When the knife glided its way through your throat, severing skin and bone, there was no pain.

Because Minho stood at the doors to the throne room.

Eyes wide in despair and depthless rage when he watched his brothers murder his..his sun.

His sun had set on him. So would she set on his brothers.

You don’t remember dying. The world was pain, but the pain was far away.

Because Minho was here. He was here, he was here, he was alive, he was here-

He was Minho, and he was Not-

And then the screaming began.

Finally, you could sleep.

Taglist ( What I remember, atleast >.<

@lxmilights @lavenderbexlatte @jl-micasea-fics @decembermoonskz @chvnnie @jeonwonhi

Ella Notes: ....Hello! I'm back <3

#Stray Kids Imagines #skz #stray kids #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz x reader #lee know #skz lino #lee minho #lee know x reader #stray kids scenarios #fanfiction #kpopscape #districtninewriters #stray kids angst #skz au

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