in which vik sends messages to a boy every time he is upset.

Once a person is born they're given a color. The color determines your life after highschool. Which college you go to, which jobs you can get, ect. That way no one mixes. No one gets into fights. No one gets hurt. After all.... colors aren't supposed to collide.

Jimin is a matchmaker - an assistant to Cupid - and is sent to the mortal world to make a boy named Min Yoongi fall in love with his music partner, Jung Hoseok started ; february eighteenth, 2016 finished ; july seventh, 2016 160515 - #87 in fanfiction 160523 - #75 in fanfiction 160910 - #7 in yoonmin 160910 - #1 in yoonseok 161002 - #2 in yoonmin 160813 - 100k reads 161011 - 200k reads 170317 - 300k reads 170605 - 400k reads 170810 - 500k reads 171019 - 600k reads 171222 - 700k reads

Vikk is a slave in Australia. Lachlan is the son of a wealthy land lord. Vikk has been a slave since he was 11 years old when he was taken from the UK and shipped to Australia to join the slave trades. He has been verbally, pysically, and sexualy abused, so what happens when he meets Lachlan? Will they make a connection or will Vikk just be another slave?

Alone... That's all Vikk thought when he was without simon. He could be with a crowd of friends but if simon wasn't their then Vikk was alone. Vikk and simon weren't quite dating but they definitely more than friends. It's not as if friends causally fuck each other or send cute messages to the other. Friends don't whisper sweet nothings into each other's ear or call each other pet names when it's only them. On that cold September night Vikk sat their thinking about January 1st and how it all started... Completed Credit to moonduskIndustries for the cover

So this is my first set of one shots. I don't know how often I'll be posting or if they will be any good. So please bear with me while I learn the ropes.

Vikk and Lachlan were different best friends. Vikk was depressed and suicidal. Lachlan was bubbly and happy. But Vikk has been keeping a secret from Lachlan. All Vikk wanted to do was swing.

Lachlan Power was everything a girl could ever want. Not only was he good looking and popular, he was the school's bad boy. Though he fell quite far under average in school work, a girl would be considered insane if they didn't swoon over him. Too bad he did't like girls. Vikkram Barns was the timid, lonely kid. He did very well in school, accelerating in most subjects. He was considered antisocial and often went overlooked by most students, though administration was in love with his school performance. Except for the daily punch to the face from the run-of-the-mill bullies, his normal day consisted of no social interaction, especially lacking from girls. Good thing he didn't like girls. Exact opposites, until they come face to face, that is. [potential for occasional strong language]

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness." - Poppy Z. Brite

I bit my lip and looked into his dark eyes. My heart was beating fast and my head felt dizzy. "But you're royalty," I whispered. -- vikklan fic where vikk is a prince and lachlan is a peasant // completed --