This world turned colder after you had gone... the least we could do was keep the embers glowing. Even as they are threatened to be stamped out for the last time. [ In which Yata Misaki succeeds as the the next Red King. MiSaru. Alpha version ]

Dump: Ficlets, headcanons, and fills to prompts on tumblr, centering on Fushimi and Yata and their relationship with each other.

PWP: Alley sex. Fushimi drowns in all the sounds Yata makes—sounds that only he has heard. Mikoto might have Yata's loyalty and even a bit of his heart, but he'll never see Yata like this—squirming beneath him, teary eyed and red all over, his misty eyes begging for more. #Kinkfill

Homra is still there, like smoke behind his eyes. (A shot at a character study of the Red King.)

"Are you gonna be there or not?" Fushimi didn't answer him. He merely clicked his tongue in annoyance and pulled away, slipping out the door before another word could be uttered.

Would it have killed them to be a little more discreet? — Snow x Lightning and a conflicted Hope; Mature Content.