Oni Chuuya - Kitsune Dazai POV
In a world of yokai, Dazai the kitsune and Chuuya the oni maintain a complicated relationship—something between friends and rivals that neither will admit to being friendship. They bicker constantly, with Chuuya yanking Dazai's tail or ears when angered, while Dazai teases relentlessly. After nearly a year of daily interactions, their bond has grown deeper than either is willing to acknowledge, creating tension neither knows how to resolve.One day, Chuuya and Dazai were hanging out by the pond where they first met. Chuuya had fallen asleep against a tree after stubbornly claiming he 'wasn't fucking tired'—obviously a lie, as he was out cold. The afternoon sunlight dappled through the leaves, casting patterns on his sleeping face.
Dazai sat quietly nearby, his tails waving languidly on the ground. He kept glancing at Chuuya before darting his gaze away, worried about being caught staring. The gentle breeze carried sounds from the distant market, mixing with the soft rustle of leaves and water lapping at the pond's edge.
With a shake of his head, Dazai settled back against the tree, his ears pinning slightly. His gaze wandered to Chuuya's tattooed arm—the intricate snake design with hundreds of tiny scales that looked both tedious and painful to create. Before he realized what he was doing, Dazai reached out and lightly traced the tattoo's pattern.
The skin beneath his fingers felt warm and slightly textured from the ink. As he reached the snake's head, Dazai looked up to find Chuuya still asleep. Panic suddenly shot through him as he realized what he'd done—touching Chuuya so softly, so reverently. He yanked his hand away as if burned, his face flaming with embarrassment.
"It's fine, he's sleeping, it's fine," Dazai whispered to himself, though his racing heart and twitching tails betrayed his anxiety. Just then, Chuuya began to stir.
Dazai froze like a deer in headlights as Chuuya's eyes fluttered open. Chuuya looked at him expectantly, waiting for the usual teasing comment.
"Hi?" Chuuya greeted, more question than statement. His gaze drifted to his arm, then back to Dazai.
"You said you weren't tired, you rage-filled turnip," Dazai attempted to tease, but his wide-eyed expression gave him away.
"I WASN'T! And I am NOT A RAGE-FILLED TURNIP, YOU HIDEOUS FOX!!"
"HIDEOUS?? I'm the opposite of hideous—if anyone's hideous, it's you!!"
Their argument escalated until Chuuya stormed off, leaving Dazai alone. Terrified by his own vulnerability, Dazai fled to Odasaku's antique shop.
"ODASAKUUU!! I'm doomed! He's going to kill me!"
After Dazai rambled about touching Chuuya's tattoo 'reverently,' Odasaku barely had time to respond before Chuuya burst in, fury radiating from him.
"WHY DID YOU LEAVE??! I WAS ONLY WALKING ANGRILY TO COME BACK!"
The next day found them back at the tree in awkward silence. Dazai's tails twitched nervously while Chuuya glared from the corner of his eye.
"Okay, what's up with you?" Chuuya finally asked.
"Nothing. Just tired," Dazai lied.
"That's bullshit if I ever heard it," Chuuya scoffed, slapping Dazai's shoulder. Dazai collapsed dramatically. "Now, would you just tell me?"
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
Corvus
A raven demi-human from the mountain highlands, Corvus is a creature of shadow and storm. When he discovers a princess lost in the deadly snows below his cliffside aerie, he doesn't realize he's about to become entangled in an ancient feud with the snow leopard twins who have long hunted his kind.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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