If Romeo's (allegedly) prosthetic leg is real (which has a 89% chance of being true) I want a scenario where something as simple as Mio fixing his leg while Romeo complains about his grievances to him. 💜
I was actually planning to draw something for yume content with Benkei, but then I suddenly wanted to see him in Darkwick uniform… so it kinda turned into this instead.
And since I ship Benkei with Nicolas, I ended up drawing Nicolas too hehe.
Also… this is my first time drawing Hyde and Dante, I was kinda interested in trying to draw them… For their Houses, I wasn’t really sure where they’d fit, so I just assigned them based on the Houses they’re advisors for.
on a quiet mountain, beneath a pale moon, a fox spirit learned that not every human came to chase her away.
﹒ 𝜗ϱ ˚ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ٬⠀𝓗aku kusanagi x 𝓴itsune!reader.
content ; wc 2.7k, mythological au, japanese folklore, fluff . . .
﹒ definitions at the end.
The first whisper of your name came with the wind through the reeds.
Not spoken by human lips, nor carried by temple bells, but breathed softly through the cedar groves that stretched along the mountain where the old shrine slept beneath centuries of moss and tranquillity. In that quiet place, where the air always smelled faintly of incense and rain, kitsunebi sometimes flickered between the trees at dusk—small, wandering lights that villagers glimpsed from afar before hurriedly turning their lanterns away, muttering prayers beneath their breath.
They said a kitsune lived there.
Not a trickster of the petty sort who stole rice or frightened travelers, but an old spirit of the mountain—beautiful, dangerous, and far too clever for the humans who feared her.
They said they wore the face of an androgyny.
They said they had eyes like autumn leaves touched by frost.
A beauty painstakingly wrought by Kichitojen’s patient hands.
Sometimes, when the moon hung low and pale over the valley, they swore they could hear laughter weaving through the forest, delicate and fleeting as petals on the wind.
That laughter belonged to you.
Sometimes, when the moon hung low and pale over the valley, you thought you heard laughter drifting through the forest. It was soft, elusive, like petals brushing against the surface of a still pond. You froze mid-step, the tail the colour of pearl white curling tightly behind you, ears twitching at the faintest stimulus of the wind. Perhaps it was the trees playing tricks, or the shadows dancing with themselves, but your heart whispered it was something alive, something you couldn’t forward to the back of your mind.
Your paws pressed lightly against the moss-covered stones of the old shrine, afraid to disturb even the faintest hum of the night. The air smelled of cedar and damp earth, with the faint ghost of incense that had long since burned away. You pressed closer to the carved fox statues, letting the shadows of their stone forms shield your trembling figure, wishing perhaps you could vanish entirely beneath the quiet of centuries.
Then came the sound again, laughter—this time clearer, teasing, confident. Your fur bristled and you ducked behind a pillar, ears flattening, imagining that surely any human who dared enter this sacred place at night would be foolish, reckless, and very soon terrified. Yet beneath the fear was a tiny, impossible hope, a fragile curiosity that made your ears flick toward the sound anyway.
A shadow moved beneath the torii gate. Hesitation froze your claws to the granite stone, and your heart thumped like a bird trapped in your chest. The footsteps were deliberate, unhurried, carrying a lightness that felt strangely comforting in this world of darkened woods and whispering spirits.
Through the gate stepped a young man, robes of muted indigo brushing the path with ease, moss green hair loosely draped across his face and falling across his cheek. Two ribbon earrings dangled in the silence. His presence did not scream danger, nor did it carry the trembling awe of the mortal who stumbled upon the sacred. Instead, he moved as if he belonged to no place but the path he took, and yet somehow, as if the wind itself had led him here.
Their eyes met. You froze again, a faint tremor running through your form. He smiled—not the same nervous, fearful smile of someone who had glimpsed a yokai, but something gentler, softer, with a teasing glint that made your tail twitch in spite of yourself.
“Well,” he said lightly, brushing a fallen leaf from his sleeve as if it were no more than dust in the air, “I suppose the rumors were true.”
Your ears twitched under the illusion you cast, concealing the delicate sweep of your fox ears and the faint shimmer of your tail behind your loose robes.
“You should leave,” you said softly, voice carrying the quiet authority of one who had watched generations of humans rise and fall. “Humans do not belong here after sunset.”
The alluring stranger tilted his head, slow, deliberate, almost lazy in his curiosity. “Ah,” he murmured, as if pondering a minor inconvenience. “Then I guess I’m a bit late.”
Your fur bristled faintly at nonchalance in his words. It was like a ghost of the centuries-old caution you carried. Most humans, faced with a spirit like you, would stumble back, beg forgiveness, or flee in terror—any of the mentioned were true, and you had simply grown used to it as the eons passed. Yet this one—this strange, quiet, polite stranger—stood casually beneath the torii, studying you as though you were merely a curious puzzle rather than a predator that could devour him without effort.
“You’re the fox spirit Yamato mentioned,” he said finally, voice gentle, “the one who haunts this mountain shrine?”
“And if I am?” you asked, claws flexing lightly beneath the sleeves of your clothing.
He gave a small bow. “My name is Kusanagi Haku,” he said. The name sounded like a whisper of wind against cedar trees. “I heard there was a kitsune residing here. Beautiful, clever, and. . . well, I had to see for myself.”
Your heart stumbled. A human who walked into your shrine unafraid, who spoke so gently, so plainly, yet somehow with a teasing edge that made the shadows feel warmer rather than threatening? It was supposed to be impossible.
“You’re either brave or foolish, kannushi,” you murmured, hiding a shiver behind the tilt of your head.
“Probably the second,” he admitted easily, leaning against the stone of the shrine as though it were a casual porch rather than the home of a spirit centuries old.
You wanted to vanish.
You wanted to retreat deeper into the shadows. Yet when you saw him—the quiet amusement in his amber eyes, the way he studied you without fear, the subtle curve of his smile, you felt something you had not in a long, long time: a pull toward him, fragile, uncertain, but utterly irresistible.
“I am not here to harm you,” Haku said, his voice softening as he took a step closer, close enough that the warmth of his presence brushed against her senses. “I just… wanted to see you.”
The words, gentle and direct, pierced your defenses like sunlight through glazing frost. “And yet you found yourself here. Most humans would not survive the night if they tried. Or they would be too afraid to enter at all.”
“Maybe,” he said softly, amusement lingering, “but I don’t fear you. And besides…” His gaze lingered on her, warm, teasing, impossibly steady. “. . .I think you might be lonely up here, chasing away all who wander too close. How about you let me stay, Yuki?”
“Yuki?” A nickname, too?
Haku chuckled, the sound escaping his lips mimicking the calming noise of a flute. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just you reminding me of snow.”
Your tail flicked involuntarily at the compliment, though you were not sure if it was. Regardless, you ducked your head, letting the shadow hide the faint blush you could not suppress. Fox spirits were clever, cunning, immortal in many ways—but never had one of them been spoken to with such gentle certainty, such careless charm, such teasing warmth that made centuries of solitude feel surprisingly light.
The moon rose higher, pale and serene, and for a heartbeat the forest fell entirely silent, as though even the trees and the foxfire paused to watch this unlikely meeting. Then a leaf drifted down, and you let yourself exhale softly, whispering into the night, “. . . Please stay.”
The words had barely left your lips before you wished you could gather them back into the quiet of your chest, tuck them away beneath centuries of caution and careful solitude. Yet they lingered in the air between you and the wandering human, carried gently by the cool mountain wind.
Haku’s smile deepened, slow and knowing, like a human who understood both the centuries you carried and the shy hesitance you could not fully mask.
“Well,” he said lightly, stepping closer to the shrine veranda, “it would be rude of me to refuse such generous hospitality.”
You had meant only that he need not flee immediately—not that he should treat the shrine like a resting place for weary travelers—but somehow the ease in his voice made protest difficult.
He climbed the shallow steps with unhurried grace, the wood creaking faintly beneath his weight as he settled near one of the pillars where the moonlight spilled across the worn floorboards. For a moment he simply sat there, leaning his shoulder against the old wood, as though content to share the quiet rather than disturb it.
You remained half-hidden behind the stone fox statue. Your tail had curled instinctively around your legs, the soft white fur brushing against the mossy ground as you watched him with cautious curiosity. From this distance you could see the way his dark hair caught the pale glow of the moon, the relaxed slope of his shoulders, the faint lines at the corners of his eyes that suggested he smiled often.
Too often, perhaps.
“You’re staring,” he murmured suddenly.
Your heart jumped. “I am not.”
“You are.” His tone was gentle, almost amused, and when you dared to peek around the statue again you found him looking directly at you, one eyebrow raised in quiet amusement.
Heat crept faintly into your cheeks.
“I am observing,” you corrected softly.
Haku hummed thoughtfully.
“Ah. That sounds much more dignified. Sorry.”
The breeze shifted through the cedar branches above the shrine, scattering a few pale needles across the veranda. One drifted down beside Haku’s sleeve, and he brushed it away absentmindedly before glancing toward you again. “You can come closer, you know.”
“I am already close enough.”
He tilted his head slightly, as though considering the distance between you. “You’re hiding behind a statue.”
“It is a very good statue.”
At that, Haku laughed softly. The sound was warm, low, and unexpectedly gentle—like water moving over smooth stones in a quiet stream. It slipped through the stillness of the shrine and settled somewhere deep within your chest, stirring a strange, unfamiliar flutter.
“Is that so?” he asked.
You nodded once, though the motion was small.
“The fox guardians watch over this place,” you explained quietly, resting one hand against the worn stone surface. “They have done so for many years.”
Haku studied the statue thoughtfully, leaning closer to inspect the smooth curve of its muzzle.
“They’re beautiful,” he admitted. “Though. . .” His gaze flicked back to you. “. . .I suspect the real fox here might be a bit more interesting.”
Your ears burned beneath the illusion.
“You are very bold for someone sitting in a spirit’s shrine.”
“Am I?” He shifted slightly, resting one arm across his raised knee, posture loose and comfortable. “I thought kitsunes enjoyed the change in spirit.”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“. . .on the fox.”
For a moment neither of you spoke, and you decided that was best, letting him mull over your words. The crescent moon had risen higher, spilling silver light across the shrine steps and the moss-covered courtyard beyond. Somewhere in the forest, faint foxfire glimmered between the trees—small drifting lights that pulsed softly like distant stars.
Haku followed your gaze. “Is that your doing?” he asked quietly.
You nodded. “They appear when the night grows deep enough.”
“They’re beautiful.”
You shifted slightly behind the statue, curiosity tugging at you stronger than caution.
“Humans usually run when they see foxfire,” you said.
“Should I?”
“. . .perhaps.”
He seemed to consider that for a moment. Then he smiled again. “I think I’ll stay.”
Your heart did that strange fluttering thing again.
Silence settled between you once more, comfortable now rather than tense, like two creatures sharing the same quiet corner of the forest. Eventually, Haku spoke again, his voice softer this time. “You’ve been alone here a long time, haven’t you?”
The question caught you off guard.
Fox spirits did not measure time the way humans did. Years passed like drifting leaves, centuries like the slow turning of seasons. Yet hearing it spoken aloud made the loneliness feel unexpectedly tangible.
“kouin ya no gotoshi,” you admitted.
“Well,” Haku smiled, then, his voice echoed the next words, said after a moment, “then I’m glad I came.”
“Why?”
Haku turned his head slightly, meeting your gaze once more. His smile this time was softer than before—less teasing, more sincere. “Because,” he said gently, “it would be a shame if a kitsune as shy as you never had anyone to talk to.”
The words sent a ripple of warmth through your chest. Without quite meaning to, you stepped out from behind the statue. The movement was small, hesitant, but it carried you into the open moonlight where he could see you properly now—the delicate slope of your shoulders, the faint shimmer of your illusion, the soft flick of your tail betraying your nervousness.
Haku’s beautiful eyes widened just a fraction, quiet wonder glimmering in the dark of his gaze. It was not the startled fear she had seen in other humans, nor the greedy fascination of those who sought to claim what they did not understand. Instead, something softer lingered there. It was almost reverent curiosity, as though he had stumbled upon something rare and fragile beneath the moonlight and feared the slightest movement might cause it to vanish.
“There you are, beautiful,” he murmured.
Beautiful?
Your cheeks flush. “I was always here.”
“Maybe. But it feels like you just appeared.”
“. . .you are strange,” you said at last.
Haku chuckled softly. “I’ve been told.” Then, after a brief pause, he added with a playful glint in his eyes— “But you didn’t chase me away. Does that mean I’m winning?”
You met his playful grin, void of trickery, with a gentle smile of your own. “Not yet, no, kannushi.”
The foxfire drifted closer then, small pale lights weaving between the trunks of trees like wandering spirits drawn toward the shrine. One floated near the veranda, hovering softly in the air between you and the human. Haku watched it with quiet fascination.
“Will they stay all night?” he asked.
“If they wish.”
“And you?”
You hesitated, not sure how to respond. You had watched countless mortals pass through the valley below. Yet this one had climbed the mountain without fear, had spoken to you as though you were not something distant or dangerous, but simply… someone worth meeting.
Your tail curled gently around your legs. “Maybe.”
Haku smiled faintly at the answer. The wind stirred again, scattering a few cedar needles across the wooden floorboards between you. One landed near his hand, and without thinking he reached down to flick it away before glancing back up at you.
“Well,” he said lightly, “if I’m not being chased off tonight. . .” He rose slowly from the veranda, stretching lazily as though he had spent hours there instead of mere moments. “. . .I suppose that means I’m allowed to come back.”
“You assume much,” you murmured.
“Do I?”
The beautiful stranger stepped down from the veranda, pausing near the shrine steps where the moonlight pooled like silver water. For a moment he simply looked at you again, his expression thoughtful, almost fond. Then he gave a small bow. “I’ll bring something next time,” he said casually. “Offerings are always polite if they are given to such an unblemished soul.”
"What kind of gift?"
Haku’s smile turned teasing again, that familiar glint returning to his eyes. “You’ll have to wait and see.” He turned then, beginning the slow walk back toward the torii gate, his footsteps unhurried as ever. “Goodnight, Yuki.”
The word felt strange in the quiet air of the shrine, a simple human farewell echoing through a place that had forgotten such things long ago.
You stood very still as you watched him disappear beneath the torii gate, the forest swallowing his silhouette as gently as it had first revealed it. Only when the last rustle of his footsteps faded did you move again.
Above the shrine, the foxfire drifted lazily through the trees, their glow reflecting faintly in your eyes. And though the mountain had not changed, though the shrine remained as old and quiet as it had always been…
Something within it had shifted.
“Come back soon”, You hesitantly called after his trailing figure. “. . . unmei no hito.”
﹒ DEFINITIONS;
— kitsunebi (狐火) | Meaning foxfire, a phenomenon in Japanese folklore that appears as an orb of ethereal light.
— Kichitojen (吉祥天) | the Japanese goddess of beauty, prosperity and fertility. Often considered one the Seven Lucky Gods of Japan and is closely tied with both Hindu and Buddhist traditions. Normally, I would say Inari, the patron deity of kitsune's, but I felt like this more accurately conveyed what I wanted to describe.
— Torii (鳥居) | Originates from when roosters were placed on perches to lure the sun goddess Amaterasu from her cave, bringing light back to the world. The gates serve as sacred boundaries (kekkai) that mark the transition from zokukai (俗界 - secular world) to shinkai (神界 - divine realm). The moment you pass through a torii, you're no longer in ordinary space but entering a sacred domain where kami dwell and spiritual laws apply.
— Kannushi (神職) | A Shinto priest that is responsible for the maintenance of the Shinto shrine and leading the worship of a deity. It never specified in the main story what type of priest family Haku came from, so I made my own assumptions (Or I could be totally wrong, and I'm just blind :') ).
— Kouin ya no gotoshi (人々が光陰矢の如しと言うのをよく耳にする) | Meaning Life is short / Time and tide wait for no man. This implication is vague, but suggests the reader had lost their sense of time, or it may be distorted (which is a separate phenomenon called dyschronometria).
— Unmei no hito (運命の人) | Meaning person of destiny. Or another way to describe the reader potentially finding their missing match.
you always choose romeo. and he never lets you go, mentions of sex, mdni, sorry if this prose sounds like crap, episode 16 mention,
it was just sex.
at least, that’s how it starts.
you’re a new thing to be tasted .
he’s a thing to be praised, adored.
it was just sex, that’s what ROMEO thinks as he kisses the defined curve of the honor student’s jaw, stealing your breath and your thoughts. He deepens the contact, brushing his teeth against your lower lip and pressing his heated, heavy body against yours.
romeo half hopes that all this isn’t just a one-night stand, that your sweaty, hot skin, flushed with the soft movement of your hips, will melt against his, cool, soft and damned beautiful.
but, weeks later, he demands that you come to sinostra more often. not by invitation. a direct order, like he always did. a pathetic excuse, after all. and you knew it.
and saying no to romeo was like kissing him every night and tasting poison.
cautious, anxious, almost afraid.
but you taste like flowers.
the lights flicker above your head. the musty smell in the four corners of the ceiling makes your nose twitch in revulsion. romeo slams his hand on the counter hard enough to make the clerk on the other side cringe. two rooms. tsk. he could have sworn it was some kind of dirty joke from a cliché book.
“vice captain, if we don't find lodging here, we'll be sleeping outside for the night—”
romeo purses his lips.
the thin layer of gray eyelashes casts subtle shadows over his skin, the amethyst trembling like silver threads at the slightest movement. you're dazed, your head resting on your hand in a clear sign of exhaustion as ritsu's words are replaced by taiga's murmurs.
he looks at your face. he tilts his head. his amethyst eyes twinkle, parading across your BB like a peacock with its feathers spread, showing off. he pulls a smug smile, “i'll let you choose.”
for all the times lucci trapped you in his own arms, in a loose and open cage, his fingers molding to your waist, his knee pressed between the warmth of your legs.
you choose romeo.
he kisses you again, and this time, doesn’t taste poison. this time, there’s no caution, no holding back; the kiss is sudden and intense and deep, stealing yours breath and yours thoughts and leaving only desire in its place, and for a moment, you feel the world disappear right beneath your feet even as you stumble over the edge of the bed.
always romeo.
that's the similarity between tasting an out-of-season peach and the first bite of sun-ripened fruit: you'll always come back for more. biting the edges until you touch the core. drinking from the grooves coating your tongue.
He was a punk. She did ballet. What more can I say? He wanted her. She'd never tell. ❞
starring : yearner!vagstrom x gn!reader
ALAN MIDO — "You are safest beyond my reach and yet my heart betrays me, aching to pull you closer in my arms."
Occasionally, he wonders if wanting you is a crime he has yet to be punished for. A captain, they call him. A weapon. A murderer even. Names that sit heavily on his shoulders, forged by countless rumors and others that are perhaps best to remain unheard. To others, he is an ex convict and a suspect. Yet to you, he hopes to be nothing at all. He tells himself that this is enough. That protecting you is the closest thing to love he deserves.
LEO KUROSAGI — "Relax, Honor Roll. I’m just playing, though perhaps I’d stop if you admit you like me."
Yearning… it’s a nuisance, really. Something people dramatize when they have nothing better to do. He scoffs at the idea, yet at the sight of you, perhaps he secretly believes in those ridiculous rumors. And in his own twisted way, to get back at the world that made him feel this way, he takes it out on… you. Always keeping you in the background of his posts, never denying that you’re his. He tags your socials while your friends bombard you with questions when they spot you in the background of his TikToks. He’ll even drop a few teasing comments, reminding you that a nobody like you should feel lucky to be his “fake girlfriend.” And while you’re too busy getting mad, he’s already studying your reactions, seeing if you truly feel the same way he does.
SHOHEI HAIZONO — "Can’t you tell I care? Even in my own stupid little way."
Seriously… Do you know the things you do to him? Do you notice how easily his heart beats a little faster when you laugh a little too close to him or the way he always lets you be the first one to try his new dishes even letting you cut the line to his food truck sometimes. He teases you, of course. Calls you names that aren’t quite insults, teases you when you’re too serious or just throws playful jabs to hide how often he thinks of you when no one else is watching. Perhaps the only way he knows how to show you how he feels is through his cooking… so maybe, visit him a little more often... Okay?
I’ve created something absolutely incomprehensible once again…I’ve been consuming F1 shitpost memes for two weeks straight, so here we are with an F1 AU
I feel like AI translation is going to make my already rambling headcanons sound even more unhinged… but whatever. My understanding of F1 is basically zero, so all the settings are made up and the outfits are also drawn completely from vibes. Please just focus on the tight suits and the pecs, thank you 🙏
My friends said I should post it, so I will! Here are some Bar Trio Headcannons I've come up with!
Do note some information may contain certain spoilers of the story. <Bonus because there are hints of them being a ship here!>
🥂~ Bar Trio Headcannons
- These three talk about a LOOOOT of stuff together, not just about their days. Romeo delivers on some gossip same with Haru if he ever hears about it, Rui enjoys listening to it because he’s never caught up on what’s going on outside unfortunately.
- It’s already canon that Rui has Romeo and Haru’s favorite type of drinks prepared at all times, he definitely has some back ups during some nights when the two dont visit.
- I know Rui is one hell of a yearner, so! During the nights the two dont visit he may just be a bit irritated because none of his homies are here to talk with him.
- This goes for the other two as well! I know Romeo and Haru are a bit disappointed together when Rui had to leave the bar for days or 2 weeks.
- These three also celebrate their own little things together at Rui’s bar, I imagine they gather there after big events too, just for a drink and some chatting!
- Since Rui goes on solo missions, I can imagine him running into Haru or Romeo outside of campus whenever he returns, and if he’s lucky, he’ll catch them by the Galaxy express!
- Guys, scratch out the headcannon part, I know Rui “jokingly” flirted with the two of them. I was the walls, trust.
- Aside from gossip, they also share personal stuff about their lives! (but not everything!) Maybe Haru shared stuff about his previous house in Dionysia, Romeo shared stuff from his home in Italy, and Rui shared his life before getting cursed.
- After the inter-squad house missions were announced, I know these three were hoping to go on a mission with just the three of them! So far Haru and Rui have gone on two together, Romeo has yet to join in sigh 💔
- They’ve also talked about going out to certain spots outside together if they could, obviously it’s very unlikely but it wouldn't hurt to hope right? Anyways Rui would like to go visit the city with the two, Romeo suggested to go shopping with him (ESPECIALLY Haru, he’s offended with his wardrobe 😹) and Haru suggested a theme park for some fun!
- All of them have the funniest troubles with each of their first years, the best part is all of them are struggling. You know what they say!! Soulmates <333
- This is a me thing but I just dont know what is it about their designs together that scratches my brain in the right way. It’s proof gang they're a thi-
- Rui also asks Haru for some plants or herbs that grow around Jabberwock, and Haru happily provides in return for some yummy drinks!
- And what does Romeo give Rui in return on some occasions? A shit ton of money 💀, I just know Rui was FLABBERGASTED when he was given that amount the first time.
