bestfriendsenku! Who will absolutely roast you for anything even mildly dumb you say or do, but he’s the first one to hype you up when you get something science-related right. He’ll throw you a “ten billion percent” approval rating like it’s the Nobel Prize.
bestfriendsenku! Who never forgets your likes and dislikes, even if he acts like he doesn’t care. He knows exactly how you like your tea, what kind of snacks you’ll actually eat, and the precise temperature you’ll start complaining it’s too cold outside. Science is observation, after all.
bestfriendsenku! When you’re upset, Senku won’t try to hug you or console you in a traditional way. Instead, he’ll give you facts and logic to ground you, and then silently work on something cool to cheer you up.
bestfriendsenku! When you’re hurt or in danger, Senku becomes terrifyingly focused. His sarcastic banter vanishes, replaced by calm, precise instructions to keep you safe. Later, he’ll brush it off with a smug joke, but you catch the faint tremble in his hands while he’s treating your injuries.
bestfriendsenku? Who belives emotions aren’t logical, but he gets… weirdly protective if someone tries to flirt with you. He’ll casually step between you and them, rattling off intimidatingly detailed science facts until they leave.
This is to the Anon that wanted some Miquella x Reader x St. Trina fluff. Thank you for giving me an idea. I hope you like what I came up with. Sorry, I kind of self-projected in this because I needed to write some comfort but I hope you can still enjoy.
cw. fluff, slight emotional hurt, comfort, gender neutral reader, reader has long hair, minors DO NOT interact
“You must eat.”
St. Trina’s voice was as soft and as gentle as the breeze on a warm afternoon, the tone gracing your ears like a chime from a shimmering bell. Your gaze drifted towards her as she sat at your side, your hands folded in your lap as you tilt your head in her direction. The sweet scent of exotic fruits curled in your lungs as you took a deep breath, the tip of your tongue tingling as you stared at the delicate slice of fruit pinched between her dainty fingers. A soft smile played at the corners of her mouth as she offered you food; the patience of a saint radiating off her in waves and she waited for you to take it from her. Your eyes flickered away for a brief moment and your head naturally followed the movement.
“Must I?” you mumbled softly, chin tucked into your chest as your head drooped.
A soft tut was heard behind you before you felt a sharp sting prickle at the back of your scalp. You winced as a soft hiss of air whistled through your teeth, a pinch forming between your brow as the comb passing through your hair caught in a stubborn knot. Miquella quietly quelled you when you squirmed, whispering an apology as he tried to pass the ivory comb through your long hair once more. You had briefly forgotten that the kindly demigod was even sitting behind you, his touch ghosting over you and as soft as silk that you barely even felt it.
“Be still” Miquella said, his voice like a soothing balm to your rattled mind.
The pain that throbbed in the back of your scalp slowly ebbed as Miquella gently guided your head, the comb passing through your hair once more as the knot was teased out. A small huff of air breezed past your lips as you tried to remain still, your cheeks feeling warm under their scruntising attention as you were pampered. You would be lying if you say you didn't enjoy it. But there was always this annoying little voice in the back of your mind, gnawing away at you like a persistent swarm of insects as nasty thoughts burrowed their way into your skull. Such seeds that had sprouted into deep roots were hard to upheave and you wondered why kindly Miquella and ethereal St. Trina were even wasting their precious time with someone like you. It was hard to sway the negative thoughts when in the presence of such divinity. These horrible, wretched thoughts made your stomach curdle. Your throat bobbed as you swallowed thickly.
“Why?” you asked, your voice breaking the serene silence.
You could feel both St. Trina’s and Miquella’s eyes on you now. It was too late now, you couldn’t simply pluck the question back out of the air and stuff it back down your throat where it belonged. Your heart stammered in your chest, your ears ringing with the wildly fluttering pulse as you picked at the dirt under your nails. Miquella started to hum a soft tune as he twisted long strands of your hair around his fingers, wisps of your hair curling between the slender digits as he started to tie them into delicate braids. It was St. Trina who spoke as she shuffled closer to your side, placing her warm hand onto your thigh as giving it a soft, reassuring squeeze. Your gaze travelled to her soft, delicate face, her lilac skin glowing underneath the warm rays of light that the Erdtree exuded, bathing the lands in rays of honeyed gold.
“Do you think yourself unworthy of love?” she asked, delicate lashes fluttering over her round cheeks as she tipped her head towards you.
You pressed the seam of your lips together in a tight, thin line. The soft tune Miquella hummed continued to fill the void of silence as he diligently groomed your hair, weaving soft lilies of pale purple and unalloyed gold into the braids of your hair. You waited with baited breath for St. Trina to speak once more, her demeanour calm and serene like the gentle waves lapping at the ocean’s shore. A soft noise stirred in the back of her, her smile warm as he gave your leg another squeeze.
“You are worthy of love, my dear. Never doubt that.”
You blinked owlishly in surprise as she raised her hand that held the slice of fruit, pressing it to your lips before you could speak the words that lay heavy on your tongue. You could taste the sweetness of the ripe fruit on the shape of your mouth as St. Trina coaxed you into taking a bite.
“Eat” she gently encouraged.
She pursed her lips together and with a small huff of air puffed from your nostrils you mimicked her, lips parting as you finally plucked the food from her grasp. Her eyes shimmered with delight as you quietly chewed, mind already distracted by the sweet taste dancing along your tongue. You silently pondered on her words, repeating them over and over like a mantra in your head. You stirred from your thoughts as Miquella tied the last section of hair, the long braid sweeping over your shoulder as it gently swayed in the breeze. You welcomed his embrace as his arms circled around you, his chin hooked on your shoulder as he coddled you into his arms. Your heart was beating frantically again as St. Trina was next to join the fray, sweeping you into her loving arms as you were pressed between both of their unyielding love for you.
You could feel Miquella’s warm breath tickling your skin as he spoke, lips ghosting over your cheek as he whispered in a voice as soft as silk.
“No matter how many times you may shatter, we will always be here-”
“To pick up the pieces” St. Trina finished, lips pressed to your other cheek as she nudged her nose into the soft skin of your face.
This world could be cruel and unkind, but perhaps with such loving souls such as Miquella and St. Trina, the world could be made a gentler place.
A/n: This literally came to mind when I saw something similar in the actual game event. First time posting twst content here. This may get a sequel. Gonna try to post variety spooky content here cause HAPPY OCTOBER YALL!
SPOILERS for the new Halloween game event going on, somewhat. Also, a bit of Skully x fem!reader and implied fem!reader x the twst bois shown/tagged down below. Short Harem drama, kinda. Not much. But I think it ain't half bad.
*DON'T STEAL, COPY, EDIT, REPOST AND TRANSLATE MY FANFIC WORK. REBLOG, LIKE, FOLLOW PLS N THNX.*
“Hello, my lovely~”
The moment this new strapping figure — “Skully J. Graves at your service~” — appeared holding you in his arms as you awoke, you were awestruck at the spooky strapping young man.
After introducing all of yourselves, watching him kiss the hand of your schoolmates was amusing; seeing their appalled expressions. Guessing they don't get that brand of greeting often, huh?
Him kissing Grim's cheek had his fur stand on end to your delight.
And yet?
The moment he took your hand — only to pull you in and kiss you smack dab on the lips?
You felt the fires of envy and hate turn ablaze as the various pairs of eyes glowed outrageously.
Many hands, gloved or not, snatched him off you.
And all hell broke loose.
“Get your grubby hands off my beloved, you cretin!” Riddle turned red even his paled up Gothic aesthetic; Trey holding the struggling boy back in his arms.
“He means MY herbivore, skeletal bastard.” Leona growled in Skully’s face as he grabbed his collar.
“On the contrary, MY angel isn't up for auction when it comes to kisses from mere worms.” Azul's irked smile gave off unpleasantness.
“Oho? That doesn't seem to be the case, surely.” Jade jested to his boss's ire.
“MY jewel’s already doing so, octo pimp. That goes for you too, street rat.” Jamil hissed them both back and forth.
“Have you no manners of consent, you mongrel? Besides, my darling Y/n has better taste than you all. Me, for example.” Vil flaunted in the others irked faces; Epel looked just about done at this point.
“Don't you dare take away my Otaku goddess, you noob!” Idia gripped dramatically to the others nuisance.
“How dare you lay a finger on my beloved human.” Malleus spoke doom.
The air around them crackled with literal lightning as emerald flames had his hands full.
“My future Queen … prepare yourself … FOR HELL.”
“WAKA-SAMA!” Sebek switched to fanboy mode at his God's might.
“For once, we're on the same page.” Leona's smirk sent his way spoke volumes as he dropped Skully before the dragon prince.
“TSUNATARO, STAND DOWN! ALL OF YOU, PLEASE!” You got in the way to defend the new anime boy from the others' united wrath, especially Malleus's. “One kiss is not that big of a deal.”
You could hear a pin drop now as everyone, even Skully, viewed you as if you had two heads.
“Good grief. Ya sure you're not magical? Cause you're bewitching them into lovestruck fools. And you're not dating any of ‘em. God, you're an idiot.” Grim griped.
Leona, Jamil, and Sebek appeared as glowing eyed phantom monsters ready for the kill. “YOU'RE ONE TO TALK, FUR BALL!!!”
Yet Skully looked unperturbed, his charming toothed smile arised, as Grim got chased by three SSR dressed pissed off mages. “Oya oya … What a lively bunch, you all are. And all because I took a kiss from your sweet lips, lovely Y/n. But if you are single, then may I ask you out?”
“NO!!!” All the former overblot cases now turned bachelors for your token affections shouted in unison.
Trey, Jade and Epel and you hung your head in exasperation.
soooo basically I've had some ideas for some oneshots with our favourite puppet in my mind for a few weeks now. Buuuuuut since I propably won't have the time nor the skill to write them, I will just leave the ideas here.
Feel free to use these ideas if you feel like writing a whole story to them (but tag me because I want to read them >:) )
(also excuse any spelling mistakes, English isn't my first language)
After some time had passed, a few more people seeked refuge within the safe (more or less) walls of Hotel Krat. Among them, some children. The reader, a rather young adult themselfes (maybe freshly graduated from school/college before the franzy happened) spend some time with the children, giving them small teaching sessions based on their basic knowledge which they had gathered from school and their notes they still had in their bag. Pinocchio noticed that and at some point listened to their "class", after all he also has got a lot to learn since he is not a human and fights all day long. (Now imagen a whole grown ass man (puppet) sitting with a bunch of children on the ground infront of the reader who uses a small chalkboard (which they found in the library), listening to them explaining the basics of idk fotosynthesis or something like that).
2. This one is simple, just P with a reader who like to bake. Simple. Whenever the puppet returns from a mission, the hotel is filled with a pleasant scent of chocolate, cinnamon or vanilla, while everyone is already munching on some cookies or small pastries (can you imagen how cute Sophia must look while nibbling on a cookie, trying not to get any crumbs onto the carpet? :')). The reader themselfs also smells like chocolate or whatever all the time since they just spend all day preparing food and other stuff for their friends in the hotel (it is their way of thanking everyone for letting them seek refuge there).
bonus: since P propably isn't able to eat, at least not while he is a puppet, the reader keeps a small notebook containing all the food/desserts Pinocchio would like to try once he is able to (kind of like Al from fmab if yk). Until then he eventually helps the reader in the kitchen, even if most of the time he only watches since he has no idea what to do
3. This one is kinda angst/comfort stuff idk. Also kind of a sensitiv topic so if anybody feels offended by this please tell me and I will delete it!!!
Basically the whole events happening in Krat took a great toll on the readers mental health. Sadly, they were the only one from their family/friendgroup who was able to survive the attack, living now in the hotel with other refugees. Nightmares and guilt haunted them day and night as they constantly had to think about these horrific events, giving themselfs the fault for not being able to safe their loved ones. This kind of behaviour caused them to completly loose themselfs, now only being numb to everything, not finding any reasons to do anything. If they could decide, they would just like to stop existing. Thats when your boy appears. Let's say he is in his mid/latestage of becoming a human (yk like with his hair grown out n stuff). Him and the reader knew eachother for quite some time, since the reader was one of the first people to appear in the hotel, somewhat helping him to achieve his goal in becoming more human (like explaining emotions and other human things to him). Pinocchio also draggs them along when he discovers something new. Wether he did it intentionally or not, he helped the reader to fall in love with being alive again with his behaviour of basically acting like a small child who sees the world for the first time. Dancing in the rain while feeling the small raindrops gently touching their skin, watching small insects in the garden together, listening to the soft tunes of the gramophone in the entrance hall, playing with Spring, you name it.
4. This one is for ma boys Romeo and Carlo, so basically before everything happened (or in an AU where they survived and just lived their normal lifes... idk). So my first idea for them was just some tales from their school life, back at the Monad Charity House. You know, basic teenager/young adult stuff; studying together, training together, doing stupid shit in class together, always eating together at the same table in the dining hall, sneaking out together to hang out in the city, and much more.
I guess this would be a perfect crack oneshot/drabble
5. the second idea is a bit more romantic. Idk how I came up with this (I am delusional), but I thought about the reader attending another boarding school in Krat, which holds a close relationshiop to the Monad Charity House, Carlo and Romeo live in. Therefore, there are several events the two school hold together like a sports festival or something like that. Another one of these events are the grand balls which both schools host. It is their intention to a) establish more contacts and relationships among the studends and b) for them to also learn how to dance, eat and behave in a more formal way at social gatherings. So at one of these balls, the reader meets Romeo and Carlo and gets to know them better. Since I think it would be easier to write for only one of them (correct me if I am wrong), one could add the best friend of the reader who then gets to go with the options the reader did not choose (does that make sense?). For example, the reader and Carlo get rather close, shyly asking each other if they would like to dance or go outside to talk more, while the readers best friend does the same with Romeo (very stereotypical, I know). Maybe the Romeo x best friend combination would tease the hell out of Carlo and the reader since I view Romeo as the kind of person, to drob teasing comments here and there while being the biggest flirt himself and Carlo is one of the people, who on the outside also try to be like Romeo, but in reality are a complete mess when it comes to romance and stuff (yet again, only how I imagen them). (Have I already mentioned that I am delusional?)
so yeah these are my ideas which I will just leave here. As I already said, feel free to take them and do your own thing with them ( but I wanna see the result :)))) ). Also feel free to add your own ideas/inspirations to them
also this is my first real post here so go easy on me haha idk what I am doing here but for now I will be your "Fanfiction/oneshot-idea-dealer"
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