Completed | Pirate | Omegaverse | nsfw "They said I lied," Hongjoong said, remembering the looks on the guards faces, the way one of them had punched him in the gut and threatened to make him regret lying. "Did you?" omega asked. There was no curiosity in the voice, like he was asking the question just to entertain Hongjoong or be polite, not because he actually cared for the answer. He grinned. "Well, yeah. Had I told them that I'm a pirate and I actually had robbed the facility moments ago, I'd be heading straight to the gallows." Getting hanged really wasn't in his plans that day. "Are you going to tell me what landed you here?" "They say," the voice replied, mimicking his tone, "I stabbed someone." "Did you?" "If I did," the omega said, "he was a nasty alpha and deserved it." OR: Hongjoong meets Seonghwa in a prison cell. They're supposed to part the moment they've escaped, but life, as it happens, has other plans. Having a deadly omega on his ship might be the worst and best thing that ever happened to him.

Wooyoung arrives on the planet Sovra with a message, a mission, and strict orders not to offend anyone. As the son of a dying diplomat, he's not here to cause problems, just to stand in, smile prettily, and get back home before it's too late. But Sovra is a world built on power, ceremony, and control. One wrong gesture can shift everything. And when Wooyoung makes a mistake in front of the Crowned Verna, it isn't brushed off. It's seen. Recognized. Accepted. ☄︎ "Submission isn't just ritual here, darling, it's a promise. And I intend to collect it." Warning: 18+ content Heavy dom/sub dynamics Angst, fluff, smut the whole trio in full force

Le serpent dort sous la peau du monde, muet mais vivant. Un pixel pleure, un souvenir saigne, et le ciel devient mémoire. Il traverse les ruines d'un cri que personne n'a sauvé. Basilisk n'est qu'un miroir où la douleur parle en code. Il reste, fragile, il persiste - comme un bug qui refuse de mourir. San s'est retrouvé avec ce jeu entre les mains, un prototype jamais terminé, un jeu dont personne n'a jamais parler. À l'intérieur, il a trouvé plus qu'un labyrinthe de pixels : une mémoire, une voix, un cri enfoui dans le code. Chaque bug, chaque message crypté, chaque silence entre les lignes parlait d'un garçon, Wooyoung, avalé par un programme devenu sa prison. Basilisk raconte un crime, mais le crime de quel monstre. Il aurait pu fermer la fenêtre du jeu. Il aurait dû. Mais on ne quitte pas un fantôme qui vous appelle par votre prénom. À celui ou celle qui cliquera, malgré le vide. Je n'ai pas écrit Basilisk pour explorer un jeu maudit, ni pour raconter un crime à élucider. J'ai écrit pour ceux qui ont glissé dans le noir sans que personne ne tende la main. Ceux qui vivent encore dans des boucles invisibles, codées de silence et de culpabilité. Basilisk n'est pas une histoire de monstre. C'est une descente. Une quête sans victoire, portée par la promesse qu'un jour, quelqu'un dira : je t'ai trouvé. Et si ce texte vous serre, même doucement, comme une main posée sur l'épaule... Alors, vous êtes au bon endroit. /!\ contenu extrêmement violent et implicite /!\ Début lent qui j'espère en vaudra la peine dans sa finalité. ⁱⁿˢᵖⁱʳᵉ́ ᵈ'ᵘⁿ ʲᵉᵘ ᵛⁱᵈᵉ̂ᵒ ᵈᵘ ᵐᵉ̂ᵐᵉ ⁿᵒᵐ ᵇⁱᵉⁿ ᵠᵘᵉ ˡᵉˢ ᵈᵉᵘˣ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒⁱʳᵉˢ ˢᵒⁱᵗ ᵈʳᵃˢᵗⁱᵠᵘᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉ̂ʳᵉⁿᵗᵉˢ

Ever heard of the "blind leading the blind"? Well, how about "broken fixing the broken"? Now you have. Welcome to a story about two men-each carrying their own scars, battling their own demons, and, above all, fighting. From strangers to teammates to rivals to friends to lovers... and back to- nope, I won't spoil it. I can only promise that you'll laugh, cry, hold your breath-and then probably cry again. But trust me, you won't want to miss this one.

[complete] Yunho talked a lot. In person. In texts. In voice messages. Sometimes Mingi would just listen to a three-minute audio of Yunho ranting about a math problem and wonder how on earth does someone passive, pessimistic and antisocial like him would end up friends with someone so energetic. It wasn't like Mingi didn't have other friends. He did. Kind of. But no one else made him feel like that. (No one else made him feel butterflies in his stomach either, but he googled the symptoms and self-determined it's most likely gastritis or palpitations, not a crush.)

(PREVIOUSLY NAMED "Thick Thighs" !!!) From friends to friends with benefits to boyfriends.

Park Seonghwa, a hardworking single omega, juggles multiple jobs to provide for his four-year-old son, Yechan. Love is the last thing on Seonghwa's mind-until his best friend offers him an irresistible deal: impersonate him for one evening on a blind date with a wealthy alpha. Kim Hongjoong is a revered alpha-a successful music producer with a striking reputation and a secret lifestyle he keeps hidden from the world. Seonghwa reluctantly agrees, unprepared for the shock of sitting across from Kim Hongjoong, the city's most desired bachelor. Hongjoong proposes an unconventional arrangement, one that promises to provide financial security and stability for Seonghwa and his son. But as the details of the offer unfold, Seonghwa finds himself torn between the comfort of the life he's built and the dangerous allure of what Hongjoong is offering. Please read all of the warnings, this story is purely fictional and not a representation of of ATEEZ as a group or individuals

Coming to a city near you! Jung Wooyoung: a viral sensation takes on new adventures with his first North American tour, Hello World! What would happen if Wooyoung's sound tech has to take a unexpected leave and his team hires on some fresh blood? What happens when the team doesn't approve? Will they survive everything that's thrown at them? - "Ahhh." Seonghwa laughed, realizing he was hearing San. "Sound tech boy is doing something to you Woo." Wooyoung snapped his head to Seonghwa, giving him a death stare. He quickly unscrewed the base of the mic, pulling a battery out of the bottom of it so their conversation would end there. "Oh am I now?" San laughed. "Can you not?" Wooyoung groaned. "Well which one?" Seonghwa asked. "Option two." Wooyoung mumbled. "Do you like option two or does HE like option two?" Seonghwa teased. "Option two, Park Seonghwa." Wooyoung snipped. "Wooyoung I'm not hearing anything. Can you still hear me?" San asked. "This whole sound tech boy conversation stays in here, got it?" Wooyoung threatened, "Not another word." "Secrets safe with me bud." Seonghwa laughed.

[COMPLETED] ✅️ Mingi has struggled with depression his whole life. He tried multiple times to end his life early, but each time he failed. The world hearing his prayers decided to answer him. He was now terminally ill. Despite getting what he wanted, he still couldn't find enjoyment in the remaining of his life. That's until he meets a boy names Yunho, who is so bright and filled with energy. Was their friendship in the end even worth it, knowing that he'd no longer live the life he now wanted?

Mingi whispers his song louder, loud enough to lure the human closer, though he's careful not to sing it too loud. It has a tendency to kill friend and foe alike. The man obeys, hanging onto Mingi's every word. He takes a step closer, then another and another until he's practically leaning over the railing. He's close enough now that Mingi can see his stunningly wide eyes and his full lips and it's almost a shame that his life will end here, for he is the most beautiful thing Mingi thinks he's ever laid eyes on. He reaches out a clawed hand to touch the man's face. It's soft and smooth. Mingi is as captivated as the human seems to be and for a split second, the man's eyes are lucid. They are lucid and Mingi realizes he's stopped singing. His voice escapes him and his song dies in his throat and he doesn't even notice until San's voice is gone too and with it, the spell keeping the human obedient and still. OR A pirate tries to capture the siren trying to eat him and everything goes to shit for everyone involved.