Kise Ryouta has been given away to the Aomine family because of his father's mistakes. His dreams of being a king and ruling Kaijo were shattered the day he presented as an Omega. Aomine Daiki is the General of Too's army and has asked for a great prize after he helped to finish off Kaijo's rebels and by law, Ryouta's father has to agree to his demands.
What exactly can Daiki want with a man he has not spoken to in years? What will become of Ryouta now that his aspirations of doing so much are now lying around his feet?
“Let me tell you something and I hope you believe my words, at least in the name of the years we have spent ruling together: I won’t have my son treated as some whore or slave, whatever Daiki’s intentions are, I hope that they are good and honest, because if they are not I won’t hesitate to start a war for my son’s well being. Are we clear?”
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25 May 2018
Katsuki sits cross-legged, clearly in no hurry to go anywhere. “What’s your name? I’m –”
“I know who you are,” he cuts him off, then blushes, then hates himself for both those things. Katsuki looks surprised, and Yuri can’t think as to why. He’s a nationally ranked figure skater. He’s Yuri’s favorite figure skater.
Yuuri and Yuri become friends and Viktor develops a crush.
Cross Marian's guide to raising strange children.
The kid turned twelve, and Cross went ahead and made him an official apprentice. It felt a lot like resigning himself to his fate.
The kid, who was getting more uppity every day, asked if this made him the official slave, rather than the unofficial slave.
Cross shoved him off a balcony to check his reaction time. Pretty good, actually.
The last person Jonghyun expects to see rushing in through the emergency room doors and skidding to a stop by his bed is Hwang Minhyun.
Or, when Jonghyun gets injured, Minhyun still comes running.
Fandoms: Produce 101 (TV), Wanna One (Band), HOTSHOT (Band), JBJ (Band)
17 Aug 2017
Noh Taehyun had pride. He had pride in his singing, his rapping, especially in his dancing. And he made it. His group made it. Maybe they weren’t as big as they had dreamed, but at least they were one under a same name, and not just six boys chasing a distant future. The thought of calling himself a trainee again scared him, traumatized him even. Why should he put himself back through the anguish and the misery? He made it, goddamnit, he made it.
But when he found himself back in their tiny dorm, where even whispered words could be heard through the walls, when he stared at himself in the mirror of their gradually deteriorating practice room, where sweat and heavy breaths made the air feel heavy as the AC choked and sputtered, when he picked at his food that was hardly enough to fill him, he wondered if he was really just fooling himself.