Mikoto SuohYou were a man with a big heart.
Loved, admired, cared for,
by us, HOMRA
No matter where we came from,
beaten, poor, rich, old, or young,
you were there.
Those times with you,
will always remain in our hearts
Long live the Red King,
Our only king,
NO BLOOD, NO BONE, NO ASH!
Mikoto Suoh x Reader A Love Story Ch 3Mikoto Suoh x Reader A Love Story Ch 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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It's been a few months since that day and everyday feels like a paradise in hell. I'm so close to her and yet I am always an arms length away from her. I don't know what to do, should I tell her and take the risk or keep things the way they are. If I go with the second option then she might be able to live a normal life find a boyfriend get married and not have to live this life anymore. Sometimes I wonder if we really saved her or made her life worse. There came a knock on my door.
“Mr. Mikoto, it's time to wake up.” I didn't say anything I wanted her to walk away. So she opened the door and walked in, she gently shock me.
“Mr. Mikoto it's time to wake up.” I let a small growl escape my throat, she just giggled and opened the curtai
Mikoto Suoh x Reader A Love Story Ch 1Mikoto Suoh x Reader A Love Story Ch 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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I was running it happened again, they were drunk my three brothers. I wanted nothing to do with them I hoped that if I ran and ignored them that they would go home and leave me along for the night what a joke that was.
“Hey (y/n) get back here.” the second oldest brother said, but I didn't listen I just kept running remember what happen the last few times that they got drunk and beat me. Mom and dad said nothing it, they let it go, but that is to expected considering that I was adopted into the family after mine had dyed. All they wanted was a girl in the family so that she could marry and bring them more money then what they already had, not like they need it but hey they were greedy. They took me in because I was from a wealthy family and they wanted a daughter they didn't have to train in good manners and proper edict, but wh
K-Project (Yata Misaki x Reader) MassageK-Project (Yata Misaki x Reader) MassageK-Project (Yata Misaki x Reader) Massage2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a gorgeous spring afternoon on a Saturday; I stayed indoors due to back pain. The other day Misaki, my boyfriend, and I were wrestling a bit and ended up pulling a muscle. Now, I am in my bedroom, lying down on my belly trying to get my mind off of the pain…
‘Ugh! This is just fan-f**ken-tasic! Why did Yata have to go so hard on me the other day!’
I hear a noise coming from my cell phone, someone texted me. Slowly I reached over to grab my cell and checked to see who was texting me. It was Yata!
“’ Hey (Insert nickname)! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today @ the skate park. Text me back!’”
Disappointed as I can be, I sighed to know I couldn’t move a muscle without straining myself. Slowly, I replied him back.
“’ Sorry Yata… Can’t make it because I’m still in pain from last time and I can’t move much…’”
Isana YashiroThe first time I met you,Isana Yashiro2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought you were evil, cunning, undeserving of a King's title.
As time passed,
I found you as a risk-taking, unselfish, and foolish.
A king without an ounce of decency.
We followed you through thick and thin,
tricking, beating, the Blues and Reds,
all to clear your name.
On that snowy day you ordered me,
I had thought, but then,
The Immortal King will fall today.
In the ruins,
We found a piece of your memories,
no our memories,
We'll find you,
Long Live The KingSilent. That was the only way Mikoto Suoh could describe dying. While you're living, you're surrounded by noise. Then, once your heart stops beating and you leave the world in favor of another, more mysterious type of dwelling, it's like you suddenly go deaf. You don't hear a sound, not a one. What you're seeing as you die doesn't provide much in the way of insight or comfort, either; all you see is a blinding white light.Long Live The King2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Since when have I needed comfort, though?' thought Mikoto ruefully as the white stretched on in front of him. He didn't know where he was headed - did he really even want to know? - or what was in store for him whenhe ever got to where he was supposed to go. Mikoto, never being the type of person to fight the inevitable, simply closed his eyes and let this light transport him.
It seemed like only a matter of seconds before that slight movement the stretching light provided halted. Mikoto opened his eyes, jumping slightly as he took in his new surroundings.
He was in
Drabble 48: Touch (Mikoto x Reader)Touch (Mikoto x Reader)Drabble 48: Touch (Mikoto x Reader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I think I became the luckiest girl in the world. Izumo called me this morning that Mikoto mysteriously turned into a mutant human cat thing and he asked me to take care of him while him and the other HOMRA members search for the person who mutated their own king.
I arrived in the HOMRA bar to see Mikoto's back facing me as he was drinking a glass of milk. My eyes scanned him when I spotted two red cat ears on his head and a long red tail swaying from left to right.
"Well, you turned adorable." I giggled when I fully entered the building. Mikoto scrawled and finished his milk with one gulp.
And so basically, I don't want to tell the whole thing on what we did together while the HOMRA members are away, but all we did was eat, play yarn and other cat toys, and play a game of pocky.
I caressed the head of Mikoto, touching his soft fiery hair as he was resting his head on my lap. His soft breaths going in and out sounded to peaceful. That's when I saw his tail restin
Drabble 4: Boo Boo [Misaki x Reader]Boo Boo (Misaki x Reader)Drabble 4: Boo Boo [Misaki x Reader]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yata! Stop moving around!" ___ shouted as she placed a bandage on Misaki's right cheek.
"But it f***ing hurts!" Misaki gritted his teeth.
"You only have a lot of small cuts, bruises and scrapes on your face, arms and legs y'know." She raised her eyebrow.
"What I mean is the stab on my shoulder woman!"
"Hey! Don't call me woman! I'm your girlfriend and you aren't suppose to call your girlfriend that! Plus, this is what you get for fighting with Saruhiko again."
"He started it!" Misaki pouted.
"Its true. He's the one who- AHH!!!" Misaki shouted out when he felt his shoulder sting from the alcohol that ___ just poured.
"Stop screaming and man up Yata. It's just a stab on the shoulder." She said and started to wash the deep cut with a clean cloth.
"Shut up. I know you would also scream if I pour that in your wound."
"True..." ___ stood up and smiled. "There. Finished." Misaki examined his wounds and stood up. He mouthed thanks and smiled. Misaki w
Drabble 15: Quiestionnaire [Mikoto x Reader]Questionnaire (Mikoto x Reader)Drabble 15: Quiestionnaire [Mikoto x Reader]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mikoto-san," I called from his private room upstairs from the HOMRA bar. I went inside to see Mikoto napping on the couch with Anna by his side. Mikoto opened one of his eyes and sat up.
"What is it?" He said as he leaned his elbow on the arm rest of the couch. Anna still sat there and listened.
I showed him a paper with questions. "Could you answer some 10 questions for me in my questionnaire? It's my homework."
Mikoto sighed and scooted closer to Anna on the couch. He patted the open space for me to sit. I did, and sat next to him.
"Okay, first question, do you watch anime?"
"What's your fighting skill?"
"Can you answer something else other than that?"
"Fine. Hand-to-hand combat then."
"Good. What animal do you like?"
"It's not an animal..."
"A snake then..."
"Do you have a little sibling?"
"No, but I want one..."
"If you get to have one wish, what would it be?"
"A million more wishes."
"Ok... Then I wan
Dreams of the Damned- Kuroshitsuji- Part 1December 24th, Victorian LodonDreams of the Damned- Kuroshitsuji- Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
I coughed and shivered, sitting on the least mucky curb I could find on the cobblestone streets of the crowded London, on the busiest day of the year. Last minute shoppers and laborers bustled and made around their busy schedules as fast as they could to get home to their awaiting families. Families. A family. Something I didn't have. Something I never could have, being the half breed I was.
I had only had a family once, only to have it hastily ripped away from me by a cruel shift in fate. My father, a young doctor who had fallen into the greatest Blasphemy one could commit. And my best friend, not any older than me. Both had been tragically stolen away from me by the cold hands of an untimely death. Leaving me alone, a young child, on the streets of an unforgiving city.
My tail, which had once been white, was now stained a permanent gray-brown color from being drug through mu
Drabble 19: Husbando And Waifu [Kuroh x Reader]Husbando and Waifu (Kuroh x Reader)Drabble 19: Husbando And Waifu [Kuroh x Reader]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm so jealous..." I pouted.
"Why?" Kuroh asked looking behind his shoulder as he placed a plate of Japanese pancakes on the table in Isana's dorm room.
"I'm your girlfriend right? The girlfriend is suppose to cook for the boyfriend. But this is all the way around!!!" I said flailing my arms around.
Kuroh walked towards me and kissed my forehead. "Don't feel bad for yourself. At least I still love you."
"Hey, I remembered that Shiro-kun sometimes calls you waifu in school." I giggled.
"Yeah..." He rolled his eyes.
"Well, you do act like one..." I smiled. "Hey, if we get married, you'll be the waifu and I'll be the husbando!" I exclaimed.
"A female husband and a male wife?" Kuroh raised an eyebrow. I hugged him from behind and nodded. "Weird, but okay."
"Yay! I get to wear the tux and you could wear a pretty gown!"
Drabble 1: Criminal [Mikoto x Reader]Criminal [Mikoto x Reader]Drabble 1: Criminal [Mikoto x Reader]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The room felt cold and quiet. The concrete walls surround me, isolated from everything around me. It was all my fault. I have to do it for her. All I wanted for her is to keep her safe, and I have to experience this loneliness again without her.
I rolled to my sides, facing away the cell door from where I'm sleeping. I couldn't stop thinking about her. But I had to leave her. Thought it was still my fault. Leaving her in Reisi's hands, it was stupid. Why did I leave her? I couldn't stop thinking about it!
"Mikoto." A voice whispered. My eyes shot open. I quickly sat up straight and faced the person. Her beautiful bright orbs shown right in front of me, she held a frown on her face as she stared at me with innocent eyes. "Are you okay?" Her voice was light and smooth. I missed that voice so dearly.
"_... Why are you here? Aren't you suppose to be with Reisi." I spoke.
"I wanted to meet you again, so I came down here and check if you were okay."
"I thought you
Mikoto, our king, our fatherHe is our king, in our eyesMikoto, our king, our father2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Who makes our bonds stronger
He is like a father to us
Giving the warmth and family
We have all wished for
Showing what it means
To fight for our pride
He will always be in our hearts
He is Mikoto,
(Mikoto x Reader) Cold(Mikoto x Reader) Cold1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Snippets. Brief images, sounds, smells and sensations. A soft voice. A warm hand gently stroking your head. The smell of spring and sunshine. A smile and a laugh full of joy. But most of all, a song, a lullaby, quiet and beautiful.
Those are the only memories you have of your birthmother. Ghostly. Distant. Like an echo. So vague, that you sometimes wonder if they’re just dreams. Illusions, wishful thinking, consolation when you lay in your bed at the orphanage, cold, lonely and thinking the whole world was against you. The orphanage was poor, hence, they could not afford heating throughout the whole winter. Most of the children slept in each other’s beds, giggling and whispering in the quiet, dark night.
You were shy. Silent. And when someone spoke to you, you would seldom answer. After a while, they stopped. You were alone. And cold. And that’s when the memories resurfaced and you would sit and sing softly to yourself, hoping that one day, it wou