#red clan

[bellewood222]

K The First manga volume 2 front cover omake. I don't know Japanese whatsoever. I used various translator programs to make this English translation.

[bandousama]

no one:

Homra for no reason:

[therandomwind]

No blood! No bone! No ash!

[incorrectkprojectquotes]

Izumo: Bra size?

Seri: AK-47.

[cottoncandy-cult]

Bath Time Cuddles

Mikoto Suoh X Reader

(Y/n) entered the bar that HOMRA used as a base, spotting her boyfriend laying on the couch she felt a tired smile creeping onto her face. Making a B-line to the resting man, she didn't hesitate to lay right on top of him. Mikoto had glanced down at her from where his shoulders reclined against the arm of the couch, raising an eyebrow with a quiet grin as her arms wrapped around his torso. She rolled her eyes playfully, laying her head on his shoulder. She was still in her work uniform, having been working at a popular cat cafe as a waitress. Working lunch rush left her tired, her feet hurting because of the heels she had to wear. So, her favorite thing to do after work was to come back to HOMRA and snuggle with her long-term boyfriend, something he was always willing to accept. The red-haired man had wound one of his arms around her and ran his fingers through her hair, the other moved from behind his head to ash the cigarette he was smoking. "Ya look tired…" His deep voice rumbled lowly, making the young woman look up at him and give a nod. "We had a ton of tourists come in; my feet have been killing me all day." She nuzzled him, speaking just as softly as his fingers gently scratched at the back of her head. No one dared to interrupt them, the red clan knew that when it came to talking with his girlfriend their king didn't want to be interrupted unless it was an emergency. He hummed, sitting up as he put his cigarette out.

His arm stayed curled around her waist and pulled her closer. "Why don't we go take a bath then?" His free arm wrapped under her bum, moving to stand as he holds her up against his body. Her arms had shifted to wrap around his neck, looking up at him with confusion as he began to walk towards the steps with his eyes lazily focused ahead of them. "Alright, sounds good." She giggled some and had given into his whims, the idea of a hot bath with her longtime lover sounded like a good way to end the day. So, she continued to cling to him, her head resting on his shoulder as she relaxed into the steady sway of his stride. Being King meant he had a master bedroom in the bar, so no one would disturb them as they soaked in their bath. She hugged close to him like a koala, her eyes closed as she felt the gentle bounce of his feet moving up the stairs.

Once to the bathroom he had sat her on the sink counter, stepping back and tugging his shirt off, the red-haired male would approach the tub and begin running the hot water. While he prepared the bath (Y/n) got undressed, putting her dirty clothes in the laundry basket before giving her own hair a quick brush. Mikoto liked soaking in hot baths, so the tub itself was of comfortable size and she loved getting to soak with him. Mikoto was the first to get into the bath once it was full, giving her his hand to help her in and settle down between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned back, gently pulling her back to lay against his chest. His other hand took a rag and soaked it into the warm water, gently rubbing down her collarbone and shoulders before moving to her chest and stomach. Every now and then Mikoto liked to be the one to wash her body and hair, it was like a ritual of sorts. He was never pervy with it, instead focused on enjoying the warm feel of her skin as he took care of her like the queen she was. He was always so nonchalant about caring for her and her needs, even if she could bathe herself, he liked the intimacy of being able to care for each other in such a way. Of course, she always returned the favor, her favorite part was washing his soft red hair.

He looked so handsome with his hair wet, whether it's brushed back from his face or left to hang down in his golden eyes. His hair was so soft and fluffy, always becoming so silky as she massages the conditioner in. He squeezed her gently, regaining her attention after noticing her zone out. "Sit up so I can wash your back." His voice was a low rumble, helping her sit up straight as he brushed her hair away from her shoulders and his large hands began to drag the soft rag across her skin. "Love you 'koto…" Her words were warm and sweet, drawing a lazy smile on his face even if she couldn't see it. "Love ya too baby…" He pressed a kiss to the base of her neck, taking a cup of water to rinse off her back before he tilted her head back. She kept her eyes closed, knowing what was coming as he began soaking her hair in warm water. She did her best not to fall asleep as he massaged the shampoo into her (H/c) hair, her body was relaxed and her mind clear. The earlier events at work were distant memories, the only thing on her mind was the man behind her. He was her king and he never treated her like anything less than a queen, his love and loyalty were just 2 of the things she adored about him.

Once he had finished with her hair, both shampooing and conditioning, it was her turn. She turned to face him, her smaller hands taking the rag from his own before she pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. Leaning back once more he lit himself a cigarette, letting her lather his pale skin with the warm rag. His breathing was steady, she could feel his calm heart break against her palm as she gently scrubbed his chest. Soon it was his turn to turn around, allowing her to start washing his back. His lover peppered kisses across his skin as she went until it was time to rinse, she was excited for the next part and was gente with leaning him back some so she could more easily wash his hair. Sitting up on her knees she used the cup to wet his hair, starting her own massage to lather his crimson locks with the sweetly scented shampoo. His eyes remained closed, completely at her mercy as he basked in her gentle touch. She repeated the process with the conditioner as well, but stopped him before he could turn back around.

Instead, she leaned back and pulled him with her. His head rested on her chest as her arms moved to wrap around his neck, he looked up at her curiously with a raised eyebrow and slight smirk as he tilted his head back. Her only response was to kiss his forehead, her hand coming up to stroke his cheek as she held him. He was usually the one to hold her, but he never fought back on those rare occasions where she wanted to be the big spoon. He found it funny, but he enjoyed her touch and was willing to play along. It was just them after all, there was no need for him to keep up his reputation when it was only them. With her he wasn't just the red king, he was her lover Mikoto, and her happiness came before all else.

[picklejuice3000]

🍎🦋Sneak Peek of "Magic Bloomed in Spring"🍎🦋

Here's a sneak peek of a new fic I'll be releasing soon.

Summary:

When spring arrives in the magical town of Shizume, seventeen-year-old Yata Misaki expects nothing more than the usual errands and small magic lessons that normally fill his days. But everything changes the moment he sees newcomer Katsuto Endo riding down the hill behind the Homra tavern, stopping beneath an apple tree on his way.

Curiosity turns into a secret ritual, and Yata, drawn to the stranger, begins to leave small offerings of red apples along the trail, hoping to be noticed. In his efforts, he begins to neglect his practice. The lack of focus makes his magic unsteady, so he eventually decides to take action, drinking something meant to turn a glance into something more.

Pairing:

Original Male Character/Yata Misaki

Prologue (Sneak Peek):

Yata wrung the rag out, watching as the water dripped back into the bucket with small splashes. The cloth made a prominent splat sound as he pushed it onto the table and began wiping it down like he’d done a hundred times before. He pressed down harder on a spot of spilled ale that just refused to be cleaned easily. 

It was only a few hours until dark when the tavern would be at its peak, filled with people from daily drunkards to high scholars. It filled him with pride, being associated with the best tavern in town.

He just wished the guests wouldn’t be so disgusting. The cloth folded under itself, causing his hand to make direct contact with a sticky patch of something on the wooden surface. 

He pulled his hand back quickly.

“Ugh!” He threw the rag onto the table with a loud splat.

“Yata.” Yata turned around, met with Kusunagi’s twitching eye from where he cleaned the drinkware behind the counter. “Why do you feel the need to abuse my furniture?”

“Sorry, Kusunagi-san,” Yata said through gritted teeth, glaring down at the spot on the table. “Y’know, why can’t we just use magic to do all this stuff?”

Izumo sucked on his teeth, like he’d been asked that a hundred times over.

“Using magic is the easy way out. Just because you have it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t learn to do things on your own,” he said, giving Yata a pointed look over his spectacles. He then picked up a brass pint, looking it over carefully. “Besides, don’t you think everything in the tavern deserves the gentle caress of a caring hand?”

Kusunagi smoothly ran his fingers over the cup one by one. Yata raised an eyebrow, slightly weirded out.

“Sure,” he said.

Footsteps came down the stairs from the second floor.

“Well, it’s official. Anna’s got a cold.” Totsuka emerged from the stairs carrying a tray. “Couldn’t even eat her porridge. No appetite.”

“Poor thing,” Izumo said. Totsuka hummed in agreement as he set the tray down on the counter beside Izumo. His eyes scanned the empty tavern, going across the tables and chairs until they landed on Yata. Totsuka smiled.

“Yata-chan,” he started, “Do you mind running an errand real quick?”

Yata perked up eagerly, already starting to take off the apron around his waist.

“Sure, but I’ve got a few more tables to clean.”

Totsuka waved his hand dismissively. “Eh, there’s plenty of time for that; this won’t take too long. Besides, that’s what magic’s for.”

Totsuka purposefully ignored Kusanagi’s glare, coming around the counter and going over to where Yata stood.

“Arms up,” he said. Yata hesitated and then obeyed, raising his arms above his head.

Totsuka snapped, clean and clear, making Yata jump a bit in surprise. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something fly across the room, coming toward him. Everything happened in a flurry. Something pulled itself over his head, tying around his body securely, while another wrapped itself loosely around his neck.

He could hear Totsuka talking as the fabric moved around him.

“Anna’s got a slight fever that we need to bring down, but we don’t have any more health potions,” he said. “I just need you to go and pick one up at the apothecary shop. Not the big shop in town square, but the smaller one on the edge of town.”

When Yata’s vision was free of fabric, he looked down, seeing himself clothed in his mantle and scarf. 

Totsuka held Yata's satchel in one hand and something else in the other, showing them as he continued.

“I put three coins in here.” He lifted up a small purse. “But when you get the potion, I want you to put it in this to preserve it. It doesn’t really need it, but just in case.”

“Okay,” Yata said, trying to keep up with the information.

Totsuka put the purse in Yata’s satchel, and then reached out and put the bag over Yata’s torso. Totsuka looked him over once more, stopping and looking at him like something was strange. His eyes widened when he figured it out, turning back to the coat hook near the entrance where Yata’s cap still sat.

Totsuka gave it a stern look, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and whistling. Like it was startled, the hat shifted in the air before zooming across the room, right into Totsuka’s awaiting hands.

Totsuka smiled again and stepped forward, placing the cap on Yata’s head. 

“There,” he said. “That should keep you nice and warm on your way.”

Yata nodded quickly. He could see Kusunagi shaking his head from behind the counter, probably feeling some type of way about Totsuka’s excessive use of magic. 

Totsuka didn’t seem to notice, and if he did, he didn’t seem to care. He threw his arm around Yata’s shoulders and led him toward the door.

“Yata-chan,” he started, “when you get there, see if you can talk to Shiro. Mention my name, and maybe he’ll give you a discount. Alright?”

“Yeah, I got it.” He frowned, annoyance building with how many instructions there were. How hard could it be? It’s not like he’s a little kid going to get the eggs of a snapping Jellyfrog. He’s only going to get a healing potion.

“Alright then. Thanks, Yata-chan,” Totsuka said, opening the door for Yata to walk through. 

A chilly gust of Autumn wind came through, and he immediately shivered as he stepped out into it.

[rayelic]

aquarium date <3

[dirtylittlesecret15]

Misaki Yata

Red clansman/ Homra

Age: 19

Sign: Cancer

Im not going to write anything else this time. Maybe later I will but right now I’m too tired.