A cold hearted Mafia boss met a cute boy at a coffee shop. Ever since then all Minho wanted was to protect jisung, a helpless and abused teenager. warnings! might contain smut later on child abuse/ abusive parent sexual assault may contain violence homophobia, a little bit. This story is also available on ao3 with the same title woah #3 on minsung?? #208 in kpop. 9/23/2024 #157 in kpop 10/5/2024

Jisung never expected to be pulled into the dangerous world of the mafia. One wrong decision could cost him everything. Thrust into a group of strangers who act like family, he must navigate loyalty, trust, and secrets he never imagined. As missions grow more dangerous and rivalries threaten to tear them apart, friendships will be tested, alliances formed, and past traumas confronted. In a city that hides danger in every shadow, survival depends on how far you're willing to go and who you're willing to trust. Stray kids Mafia Au -minsung -jeongchan -seungjin -changlix Warnings: Violence, Trauma, Panic Attacks, Injuries, Mafia Crime, Angst 18+ #8 changlix #23 jeongchan #31 seungjin

They say when a person dies, their brain lives for seven more minutes, replaying best memories of their lives. "You Will Be My Seven Minutes."

Prince Han, of the northern kingdom, a man of status, wealth, and next in line for the crown. Loved by his subjects. Loved by his community. Loved by his kingdom. He looked the part, too. Silk and ceremonial gold draped easily over his frame, dark hair kept immaculate by hands that had never been allowed to be careless. His posture was perfect, drilled into him since boyhood, chin high, shoulders squared, crown balanced like it belonged nowhere else. He was built to be admired. But Minho wasn't particularly fond of him. there was conflict. steamy. Jisung felt the same. Unfortunately, they were to co- exist with one of another. constant bickering.

⸻ "I was meant to burn the crown. Never was I meant to fall for the one wearing its blood." In a kingdom built on lies and fire, Lee Minho has lived his life by one rule-destroy the crown or die trying. The leader of a ruthless rebellion, he's known for his blade, his fury, and his hatred of the royal bloodline that slaughtered his people. But when he's forced to hunt down a mysterious bard hiding in the ashes of the war, his destiny fractures. The bard, Han Jisung, sings of peace in a world that only knows vengeance. What Minho doesn't know what he can't know is that Jisung carries the blood of the very crown he swore to erase. Bound by a prophecy older than the rebellion itself, the two are forced into an impossible alliance: one destined to kill, the other destined to heal. As secrets of the past unravel and the ghosts of Minho's father's war rise again, love and hatred blur into something dangerous-something that could either break the kingdom or save it.

Neteyam has no excuse to stay sober and he does not want to. It is only around five in the afternoon. Ao'nung does not turn down a bottle of passion fruit & orange cider. The young surfer has no idea how the swooning girls did not figure out that Neteyam plays for the other team yet. Perhaps it is because Lo'ak is an absolute buffon and openly flirts with Tsireya. Maybe they think Neteyam is the same. Neteyam does not have a bottle opener. He has a small knife on him - military brat - and he hits it against the bottle's cap, knocking it off clean with one strike. It's his party trick. Ao'nung always breaks the bottle when he tries to do this. [Photos on cover from Pinterest]

~ Aonung fell first but Neteyam fell harder. ~ "Was sich neckt, das liebt sich." Auf dieser Aussage basiert die Story. Eine Geschichte über den Alltag des 1. Sully Jungen und wie er sich bei den Metkayina macht. Er hilft seinem jüngeren Bruder Lo'ak, bei der hübschen Metkayinerin Tsireya zu landen. Dass er dabei die ständige Aufmerksamkeit eines bestimmten Bewohners hat, fällt ihm zuerst nicht auf. Jedoch wird es immer deutlicher und eines Tages hinterfragt er seine Gefühle und beginnt das Verhalten von Aonung zu analysieren. Kursiv = Gedanken Hauptsächlich Neteyam Pov WARNUNG: Die Geschichte kann Spoiler enthalten!

A couple of tiny glowing fish came over to him, inspecting him. Neteyam watched them, unmoving. His stillness encouraged the little creatures to inch closer, one coming to rest against his nose. Neteyam realized they were the seeds of Eywa - only here, they did not float. Neteyam smiled softly, extending one of his arms, palm facing up. One of the seeds swam into his hand, resting comfortably. Ao'nung slowly sank down to his knees as well, brows furrowed in an unpleasant glare before bubbles escaped his lips in surprise at the sight in front of him. Neteyam glanced his way for a mere second before turning back to Eywa's little creations, watching as they circled his waist before finally swimming away.

⚠WARNING! I'M NOT NATIVE ENGLISH, so if you see any mistakes, I'm sorry, any help or ideas are welcome!! (🌀) TW: mentions of blood, panic attacks, self-harm, homophobia (each TW will be put at the beginning of the story) boyxboy! (🌟) The story will start right after the fight between the Metkayina group and the Omtacaya brothers, the story will not have any canon connection at the moment! might have along the way! (🌀/🌟) A soldier who loves his family and would do anything to protect it but who hasn't had the freedom of a teenager since the sky people attacked their home And the son of the Metkayina chief, popular and one of the most adored na'vi on his island, arrogant and full of himself, What will happen when the two meet? what will happen when the ocean meets the forest? (🏹) I smirked to myself a bit, he didn't comment anything or say how weird or how much of a freak I am he was just there heating up and melting into my touch. Before I let my hands off his waist I made sure to brush my tail around his back to double the shivers from earlier, and to my surprise no comment again whatsoever as I went to his side looking up at him, as his eyes were fixed on the target. His face was a burning red velvet color and he couldn't keep his hands straight as the bow was shaking, I looked up at him with a smirk on my face as I got closer to his body and looked up at him with cat eyes the usual classic fan girls do, " You're not so confident now, are you? " .

Neteyam was undeniably angry. He felt betrayed and lost. It felt like the world was against him, his father, his mother, and his home. Everything he ever knew was ripped away from him, and it left a gaping wound in his heart. He was certain nobody knew how fragile he was inside. He felt like he was suffocating; his throat tight, the back of his eyes burning. He knew not to release those feelings.