Do you think you could do Senku just being wicked good at reading his partner? Because there’s no way he doesn’t know what’s wrong before we tell him
savour this with everything i have inside of me
it starts off with the smaller things, as they always do. you almost don’t notice.
to you, senku’s always been like this.
ready with a witty comment that just so happens to compliment you when you feel a little insecure.
(kohaku’s strength and prowess in battle is as impressive as her drop-dead beauty. makes you wonder sometimes why you’re you.)
the lioness is brilliantly useful and all, but only you can run in my mind all day without getting tired.
senku? are you flirting with me?
yes. get excited.
snacks just so happen to appear in your satchel, and they just so happen to be your stone world favourites as well. nothing seems to ever escape his mind when it comes to you.
he’s there with a subtle hand on your thigh, fingers tapping rhythmically against the bare flesh. the gesture keeps you grounded when you feel nervous, on edge.
senku has almost a sixth sense for when you do something without using your glorious glorious brain cells. he’s there close behind you correcting the immediate hazards, quietly with no snark in sight. his hands are always warm over yours.
hey, don’t do that next time. that way is totally ineffective and dangerous. do it like this.
he reads you as if it is the most natural thing in the world, like it’s a science.
but you’re not. you’re not an experiment, no second or third iteration of some bastardisation of love. senku adores you, that’s why he’s so fastidious in regards to your wellbeing. always wanting, needing and trying to make you happy, thrive even.
it’s in the way not a single word needs to breathed between you two. he knows. from the way your eyes look at him and the world, to your fleeting or lingering touches and to every other little detail, he logs it and pieces the snippets together. he learns eagerly and knows.
you try to confront him about it one day (you can barely describe it as a confrontation). curled up in bed, legs impossibly tangled, you start talking about what you’ve seen, logged, noticed, about him.
how he likes to wake up early in the mornings (you prepare a light breakfast for him the night before). how he’s calmer when your hand is snuggled into his hair during times when he thinks out loud, about roadmaps to some new/old science item. you see how sometimes he pretends to be fine and non-sentimental (if you can even call it that) when it comes to byakuya, his dad. but, you see through the act, and try to comfort him the best way you can. just like how he does for you.
you’re his constant just as much as he’s yours.
senku tries to smirk, to bask in the solidity of your love, but fails. he smiles into your hair instead with the sun between his teeth. he loves you.
hope this was kind of what you were expecting!! thank you sm for the ask anon!!!! the fluff that was born from this made my heart hurt a little 🫶🫶
new year’s kiss with senku where he rolls his eyes so hard at the tradition, but in actuality he was he one who was counting down the seconds long before you roped him into the last ten.
the party faded away long before the countdown even began.
at seven your jaw is already in the palm of his hand, warm and soothing.
by five, he can feel the warmth of your breath tingle on his cheeks.
four, senku swears he sees your eyes sparkle. it’s akin to the constellations, but prettier than any cluster of stars he’s ever seen.
your lips make him impatient as he watches your tongue poke out as the number three forms.
he’s breathless when he whispers two into the barely there space between you.
and precisely at one, senku can’t tell who moves first to dive into the kiss, but even the rude sounds of the fireworks can’t make him breakaway from you.
one, two, three, four, five kisses ensue until neither of you are counting anymore. happy new years.
Senku is a quiet yearner, and most people don’t notice it because it’s so easy to overlook. If they’re not watching Senku at the exact moment he’s watching you, they’d miss the way he stares at you like you’re the answer to the universe. The answer to all the mysteries and mechanics of the universe—the answer he’s been working on since the moment he could think.
Senku longs in a way most people can’t understand. Science is a language all its own, and Senku is only fluent in it. He communicates through mathematical symbols—delta, pi, lambda, psi—forming sentences with formulas. Moments of vulnerability, where he shows his longing for you—his feelings go over your head. You don’t understand what he meant when he said his mind is the entropy, and you—thermal energy too high to measure—you are the cause of the disorder in his mind.
Science is a language in its own, and all the other hopeless romantic scientists watch in pity as another joins their club of misunderstandings. Science is a language so easily misinterpreted.
Is your request open? I can't seem to find anything telling if it open or not or maybe Iam too excited to request that I don't see it?
Can I request for senku x reader, gen x reader & tsukasa x reader. Reader love to bite them, anywhere on the body or face privately. I want to bite tsukasa's breast!!!My teeth are so itch to bite them.
Please let me know if there's anything wrong with my ask so I can fix them next time I want to request again. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
just come on over and bite me
ft. senku, gen, tsukasa and ryusui
senku
honestly, senku kind of likes your teeth on him and likes seeing red marks all over himself. he thinks it’s cute that you like him so much.
he is as unfazed as ever whenever you decide to let loose your biting urges. some days, when he’s feeling the science high after a successful experiment, he’ll playfully bite you back with a self-satisfied grin. for him, he likes to bite your shoulders, sometimes your back to catch you off guard.
one of your go to places to bite him are his hands. his knuckles fit perfectly in your mouth, what can you say! he’ll get a little annoyed sometimes when he’s in the lab and you’re adamant on nipping him, but he has another hand for a reason. as long as you’re happy.
man also likes to hold you by the jaw and run his slender fingers over your teeth, thumb lingering on your incisors, pressing down on your sharp canines. he laughs when you end up drooling and a flustered mess.
his wrists and forearms aren’t safe from your nibbles either. that’s why he wears those wraps. as much as he loves your bite marks and the indents on his skin, he’d rather keep your habits private, away from gossip and, you, to himself.
gen
the first time you bite gen his survival instincts kicked down the door so hard he physically bolted away, thinking you had rabies. oops! no other sane person would bite another unless they were infected with the deadly virus. however, then he remembered that he was in the stone world, where common logic holds no place here whatsoever. everything was an experiment here. science rocks.
anyway. gen prefers you to channel your biting energy to his neck. maybe his shoulders too if he feels like exposing them as a target. sometimes it tickles when you bite the sensitive spots on his neck. he’s the type to whimper a little, breathe a bit more shakily, when your teeth make contact.
when he eventually warms up to your fixation, he returns the favour by giving you little nibbles on your fingers as opposed to a hand kiss.
he can see in your eyes that you love leaving marks on him. who was he to deny you happiness. occasionally when you’re in a biting frenzy, he’ll just lay down with a huff and accepts his fate in becoming a chew toy.
tsukasa
tsukasa gets over your biting quirk a little too quickly. when he finally acknowledges you after five minutes of you hanging off his muscular biceps by the canines, he’s like what are you doing?, with an amused expression. he doesn’t mind it, the pressure and the heat of your mouth is a nice sensation, but he doesn’t really get it.
he lets you climb all over him though, nipping away at his supple skin like an over-excited puppy. tsukasa doesn’t blink twice when your teeth migrate from his shoulders, downwards, to his chest. all he would do when that happens is take his hand and run it through your hair, patting your head soothingly.
in public, he walks around unashamed with your bite marks decorating him. no one says a word to him about it, too intimidated to say much to the six foot five, built-like-a-tank tsukasa. only gen comments on it, hiding snickers behind a lavender sleeve, muttering something about leech attacks in the stone world, and ryusui who slaps him on the back and laughs heartily.
tsukasa ends up biting you back only once ever. a little revenge which ends up as anything but little. on your neck he leaves a massive bite, it nearly curls around your entire neck. it’s coloured a lovely shade of red according to him. so for that day only, he wins the attack on the leeches.
ryusui
this guy bites with vigor and passion. he’s a greedy man to the core, of course he desires to bite you back. you like to gnaw on his arms? great!! collarbones? perfect!! bite his hands? excellent, him next!!
he likes it very much when you bite him, something about you leaving bruises and indents all over his thighs, chest and arms makes his teeth itch.
speaking of his thighs, you bite his thighs the most. he calls you a little minx when you do, because cheeky!! he laughs with his chest and enjoys the force of your teeth anyway. he thinks it’s adorable.
the next most common place you like to ravage him is his back. the situation normally ends up with ryusui sprawled shirtless on his stomach after being ambushed, and you on top of him pinning him down, teeth and nails anywhere you could reach. it’s fine though, ryusui can easily return the favour, he lets you have your fun for now.
sometimes you guys get so competitive that the two of you end up sitting side by side by the village bonfire radiating shame, with matching scarlet marks all over.
gen: HOW did you even end up like this— IS THAT A BITE ON YOUR HAIRLINE? AZY-CRAYYYYY
hey anon!! thanks a bunch for your req i had a lot of fun writing it lmao ur req format is pretty much spot on so don’t worry too much! pretty sure i’ve linked req rules somewhere but just have a snoop around my blog just in case lol ahaha hope you like this btw!! pretty sure this unlocked something in me HAAA
Is your request open? I can't seem to find anything telling if it open or not or maybe Iam too excited to request that I don't see it?
Can I request for senku x reader, gen x reader & tsukasa x reader. Reader love to bite them, anywhere on the body or face privately. I want to bite tsukasa's breast!!!My teeth are so itch to bite them.
Please let me know if there's anything wrong with my ask so I can fix them next time I want to request again. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
just come on over and bite me
ft. senku, gen, tsukasa and ryusui
senku
honestly, senku kind of likes your teeth on him and likes seeing red marks all over himself. he thinks it’s cute that you like him so much.
he is as unfazed as ever whenever you decide to let loose your biting urges. some days, when he’s feeling the science high after a successful experiment, he’ll playfully bite you back with a self-satisfied grin. for him, he likes to bite your shoulders, sometimes your back to catch you off guard.
one of your go to places to bite him are his hands. his knuckles fit perfectly in your mouth, what can you say! he’ll get a little annoyed sometimes when he’s in the lab and you’re adamant on nipping him, but he has another hand for a reason. as long as you’re happy.
man also likes to hold you by the jaw and run his slender fingers over your teeth, thumb lingering on your incisors, pressing down on your sharp canines. he laughs when you end up drooling and a flustered mess.
his wrists and forearms aren’t safe from your nibbles either. that’s why he wears those wraps. as much as he loves your bite marks and the indents on his skin, he’d rather keep your habits private, away from gossip and, you, to himself.
gen
the first time you bite gen his survival instincts kicked down the door so hard he physically bolted away, thinking you had rabies. oops! no other sane person would bite another unless they were infected with the deadly virus. however, then he remembered that he was in the stone world, where common logic holds no place here whatsoever. everything was an experiment here. science rocks.
anyway. gen prefers you to channel your biting energy to his neck. maybe his shoulders too if he feels like exposing them as a target. sometimes it tickles when you bite the sensitive spots on his neck. he’s the type to whimper a little, breathe a bit more shakily, when your teeth make contact.
when he eventually warms up to your fixation, he returns the favour by giving you little nibbles on your fingers as opposed to a hand kiss.
he can see in your eyes that you love leaving marks on him. who was he to deny you happiness. occasionally when you’re in a biting frenzy, he’ll just lay down with a huff and accepts his fate in becoming a chew toy.
tsukasa
tsukasa gets over your biting quirk a little too quickly. when he finally acknowledges you after five minutes of you hanging off his muscular biceps by the canines, he’s like what are you doing?, with an amused expression. he doesn’t mind it, the pressure and the heat of your mouth is a nice sensation, but he doesn’t really get it.
he lets you climb all over him though, nipping away at his supple skin like an over-excited puppy. tsukasa doesn’t blink twice when your teeth migrate from his shoulders, downwards, to his chest. all he would do when that happens is take his hand and run it through your hair, patting your head soothingly.
in public, he walks around unashamed with your bite marks decorating him. no one says a word to him about it, too intimidated to say much to the six foot five, built-like-a-tank tsukasa. only gen comments on it, hiding snickers behind a lavender sleeve, muttering something about leech attacks in the stone world, and ryusui who slaps him on the back and laughs heartily.
tsukasa ends up biting you back only once ever. a little revenge which ends up as anything but little. on your neck he leaves a massive bite, it nearly curls around your entire neck. it’s coloured a lovely shade of red according to him. so for that day only, he wins the attack on the leeches.
ryusui
this guy bites with vigor and passion. he’s a greedy man to the core, of course he desires to bite you back. you like to gnaw on his arms? great!! collarbones? perfect!! bite his hands? excellent, him next!!
he likes it very much when you bite him, something about you leaving bruises and indents all over his thighs, chest and arms makes his teeth itch.
speaking of his thighs, you bite his thighs the most. he calls you a little minx when you do, because cheeky!! he laughs with his chest and enjoys the force of your teeth anyway. he thinks it’s adorable.
the next most common place you like to ravage him is his back. the situation normally ends up with ryusui sprawled shirtless on his stomach after being ambushed, and you on top of him pinning him down, teeth and nails anywhere you could reach. it’s fine though, ryusui can easily return the favour, he lets you have your fun for now.
sometimes you guys get so competitive that the two of you end up sitting side by side by the village bonfire radiating shame, with matching scarlet marks all over.
gen: HOW did you even end up like this— IS THAT A BITE ON YOUR HAIRLINE? AZY-CRAYYYYY
hey anon!! thanks a bunch for your req i had a lot of fun writing it lmao ur req format is pretty much spot on so don’t worry too much! pretty sure i’ve linked req rules somewhere but just have a snoop around my blog just in case lol ahaha hope you like this btw!! pretty sure this unlocked something in me HAAA
synopsis: short scenarios, in different point of views, of the kingdom of science questioning just who are you to senku.
content: dr stone spoilers, set before ryusui, sfw, fluff, smidge of angst, small skinship, childhood friends, ambiguous relationship, gender neutral reader, y/n is not used, improper use of school lab equipment.
a/n: if you can figure out what song the title is from the you get 10 billion points >:) in my mind for this fic, reader is sort of specialised in linguistics, i.e languages, theatre, poetry, basically a certified yap master 💀💀
word count: 2k
“I don’t have a sliver of doubt that you’re with Senku right now. After all, what are you two without each other, amiright?”
The Ishigami village goes oddly quiet, another companion before the stone world, perhaps? Senku had mentioned Taiju and Yuzuriha in passing quite a few times, but on the other hand, what made you so different that the founder had said your name specifically?
While the descendants ruminate in their own wonder and curiosity, there’s a heavy ache thumping against Senku’s chest, despite the laughter coming from his father.
Sorrow and grief line his veins, loneliness pumps his heart, and the burden of humanity rests upon his brittle shoulders.
(“To be drowning in loneliness despite being surrounded by others is quite the unfortunate fate, no?” You were sat atop a table, swinging your feet while watching Senku mix some chemicals that you’ve forgotten the names of. “I can’t imagine you being able to function without my ever so benevolent company.”)
As if that wasn’t enough, just to top all of it off, he has yet to find your petrified body.
Trust him when he says that he’s tried and tried, tirelessly in fact, in between the breaks he gave himself during the first months of post-petrification solitude and the rare moments away from the Ishigami village.
As lack of luck would have it, you were just nowhere to be found.
(Senku hands you a beaker, a quiet gesture to drink whatever’s in it, and you take a sip without hesitation. While onlookers that aren’t from the science club would assume he handed you an unknown concoction to drink, it’s just tea that he brewed with his equipment. You claim that he makes it best.)
With how much you occupy his mind, he can hear your voice going into a spiel about nothing but nonsense of the current situation that somehow turns poetic.
Byakuya says your name again with a chuckle. “Keep him on his toes, okay? Wouldn’t want a wild Senku roaming around the world without you!”
(“Heh, I would relish in the peace and quiet if it means i’m away from you.” He says while adding more sugar to your beaker with a lab spatula with careful precision and mixes it for you.)
Senku does not believe in wishing, but just this once, he hopes that when this war is over, that he’ll be able to let you listen to Byakuya’s last message and laugh at the old man with you again.
Just where are you hiding?
(You smile knowingly, as if you could read his mind. “To borrow a phrase from someone I know quite well, you would ten billion percent miss me.”)
“When we win this war, Taiju and I have a surprise to show you, Senku! A very belated Birthday present.”
Before the aforementioned scientist could protest, probably to say he doesn’t need or want a gift, Taiju cuts in.
“Senku! We found them!!”
There’s your name again, Gen thinks while he takes a side glance at Senku, whose grip on the microphone shifts into one with more attentiveness, more interest.
The atmosphere around Senku feels different, too.
Not suffocating or cold, but not necessarily warm, either. More odd, if anything. Relieved? Skeptical, curious. Anticipation?
Senku is stationary and silent. Definitely thinking.
“Taiju, it’s not a surprise anymore if we tell him what it is…”
“Ah, I just got so excited! Sorry, Senku! But i’m sure you’re excited to see them now, I bet you miss them a ton!!”
Ever since that record of Byakuya, Senku has been offhandedly mentioning you every so often in conversation. Even entertaining questions about you from the village, though only when he isn’t busy with, y’know, war prep against the Empire, and if they’ve caught him in a sharing mood.
It’s as if he finally deems it safe to reveal your existence to this new world; an environment and community that would not harm you.
Defensive. Cautious.
A relative?
Definitely not. Senku has mentioned being an only child and only having Byakuya.
A friend?
While it’s closer to the mark, it’s also not quite there at the same time.
Gen can see that Taiju and Yuzuriha mean a lot to Senku, but they don’t implore the same type of look or tone of voice that Senku presents when you’re mentioned.
You’re close to Senku, but seemingly much closer than just a long-time childhood companion.
Perhaps… a lover?
…
No, Senku isn’t one to indulge himself in customs as flimsy or as pitiful as love. The scientist even said so himself, multiple times: love is illogical, a waste of time, or plain simply, not even a millimetre interested in it.
Another thing about Senku is that he isn’t one to go back on his word unless it benefits his goals, and Gen can’t see any benefit from lying about love of all things.
“Oi, what’s got you looking so constipated, Mentalist?”
“Nothing in particular, Dearest Senku~”
Then that begs the question, just who are you?
“What does ‘muse’ mean when you use it to describe Senku? I’m not too sure what the word itself means either, but it sounds too intimate of a nickname for two people that claim not to be lovers.”
(A few from the Kingdom of Science had accompanied Senku, Yuzuriha, and Taiju in locating your statue, curious as to what you looked like. And just a few moments ago, they had found, dressed, and poured the revival fluid on you, standing back as the phenomenon of breaking out of the stone begins.
“Well, if it isn’t my dearest muse! How have you been faring these past few centuries?” There’s a twinkle in your eyes that nobody that didn’t know you has quite seen before, it’s almost enchanting, as if you were unconsciously beckoning people to pay attention to you.
Before anybody could hear their resident scientist’s response, Taiju and Yuzuriha unexpectedly pushes the group away from the reunion.
“Hey, what gives! I wanna hear what Senku has to say so I can make fun of him later!” Ginro doesn’t back down without a fight, but with Taiju’s sheer willpower, it was like watching a baby try to push down a brick wall.
“Ahaha, it’s best to leave those two alone for now.” Yuzuriha gently beckons Suika and Kohaku towards the camp. She looks back for a moment, but doesn’t stop walking. “They will come back with Senku to introduce themselves soon enough, trust me when I say they’ll make quite the entrance.”
The group may be far from the clearing from where you are with Senku, but with her eyesight, Kohaku can see an embrace of two people.
With your back turned towards her, she can see Senku’s grip on your clothing, holding tightly, trembling.
She decides to keep this to herself, for now.)
Kohaku is blunt in asking you the question that’s been itching her brain for a few weeks now.
You were revived only around a month ago, and have already contributed plenty to the Kingdom of Science, especially with the morale of the labourers: performing quick theatre skits, or maybe occasional performance acts with Gen to help manipulate encourage the workers to do their job faster.
Kohaku also decides that if Senku isn’t going to address whatever is between the two of you, she’ll surely get the answers out of you!
“Hm, the best way I can explain is to just look at him.”
She feels her brow twitch. Kohaku guesses that you’re a dead end too and groans into her hands.
You chuckle but do not look up from your work on the blueprints infront of you.
Kohaku glances at the scientist, not far from your personal work bench - he’s giggling to himself while tinkering with who knows what - and raises a brow, typical Senku behaviour at work there.
“What about him?” She asks, unimpressed.
“Isn’t he the most interesting thing you’ve ever laid eyes on?” From Kohaku’s angle, she notices a soft smile and an adoring glimmer in your irises.
Interesting is one word to put it, Kohaku thinks and doesn’t comment further.
But she also thinks she understands just the tiniest bit more than before; you and Senku are both those kinds of people that just know rather than say.
On the other hand, the child that adorns a watermelon head sat to the right of you, unknowing of the underlining meaning of your words, is oblivious and lost.
“But Senku’s just in his element at the moment, building new gadgets and inventions Suika has never ever seen before, so he looks like regular old Senku to me!“
“Exactly.”
You put your pencil down, roll up the finished blueprint, and hand it to Kohaku to give to Senku.
Seeing Suika’s eyes swirl in confusion through her lenses, you offer her a small apology and a head pat. She hands you another large sheet of paper for the next room plan.
Suika feels like there’s now even more questions than answers.
“Sorry, Suika. Despite my rather expansive vocabulary, and ability to wax on about nonsense for hours on end, I don’t think I could simplify the reason more than that.”
And it’s true, what you say.
Because then you would be forced to start off by telling her about the old world, dull and monotone, filled with unambitious nobodies that were afraid of originality and the trueness of their own character.
You would have to reveal to her the circumstances in which you first met the light that now guides you, the colour that paints your vision, and the muse to your art, Ishigami Senku.
Even after that, how do you begin explaining to a child, born into a world as primitive as this one, the complexities of something that’s been non-verbally established centuries ago, something that was instinctual rather than described.
She simply would not understand, no matter how prettily you dress your words.
Perhaps you’ll tell her when she’s grown older, a tale for another day, when she’s lived her own experiences rather than learning about yours.
For now, you will close the script that writes your story. Who doesn’t like a bit of mystery?
[ Extra - Opening Act ]
“Hmm, a unique but befitting opening line to introduce a new supporting character into a seemingly already ragtag cast…”
“Ragtag?!” Gen exclaims.
“Ragtag…” Ukyo sighs, exceedingly exasperated.
“Ragtag?” Suika questions, not hearing the word before.
Senku chuckles beside you and crosses his arms. “I suggest you let them finish, or else they’ll make it everyone else’s problem later if their flare of inspiration is cut short.”
You continue on as if you didn’t hear them, chin pinched between your thumb and the knuckle of your pointer finger.
“How about…”
You hum and mumble for a few more seconds before your eyes light up with mirth. Right hand to your heart, your left arm is outstretched to your front, palm up, a gesture similar to that as if you were reaching for something.
“After centuries confined within a prison of the mind, not a soul to keep them company bar their own, thou hast finally freed thyself! One’s solitude gnawed at thy skin and mystery shrouded thy thoughts. No more are the shackles that bind them yap yap yap yap…”
To Gen, all of your words blend together as he loses even more sense as to what kind of person you are. What he does know is that you’re exactly like Senku in a way, it’s endearing, almost.
“I see we’ve revived yet another eccentric…” Gen whispers to the archer next to him. Ukyo can only laugh sparingly.
When the mentalist turns back to you, you’re wrapping up your rather flamboyant display. “Onwards, the travesty we call life shall commence once again, so get excited!”
synopsis: short scenarios, in different point of views, of the kingdom of science questioning just who are you to senku.
content: dr stone spoilers, set before ryusui, sfw, fluff, smidge of angst, small skinship, childhood friends, ambiguous relationship, gender neutral reader, y/n is not used, improper use of school lab equipment.
a/n: if you can figure out what song the title is from the you get 10 billion points >:) in my mind for this fic, reader is sort of specialised in linguistics, i.e languages, theatre, poetry, basically a certified yap master 💀💀
word count: 2k
“I don’t have a sliver of doubt that you’re with Senku right now. After all, what are you two without each other, amiright?”
The Ishigami village goes oddly quiet, another companion before the stone world, perhaps? Senku had mentioned Taiju and Yuzuriha in passing quite a few times, but on the other hand, what made you so different that the founder had said your name specifically?
While the descendants ruminate in their own wonder and curiosity, there’s a heavy ache thumping against Senku’s chest, despite the laughter coming from his father.
Sorrow and grief line his veins, loneliness pumps his heart, and the burden of humanity rests upon his brittle shoulders.
(“To be drowning in loneliness despite being surrounded by others is quite the unfortunate fate, no?” You were sat atop a table, swinging your feet while watching Senku mix some chemicals that you’ve forgotten the names of. “I can’t imagine you being able to function without my ever so benevolent company.”)
As if that wasn’t enough, just to top all of it off, he has yet to find your petrified body.
Trust him when he says that he’s tried and tried, tirelessly in fact, in between the breaks he gave himself during the first months of post-petrification solitude and the rare moments away from the Ishigami village.
As lack of luck would have it, you were just nowhere to be found.
(Senku hands you a beaker, a quiet gesture to drink whatever’s in it, and you take a sip without hesitation. While onlookers that aren’t from the science club would assume he handed you an unknown concoction to drink, it’s just tea that he brewed with his equipment. You claim that he makes it best.)
With how much you occupy his mind, he can hear your voice going into a spiel about nothing but nonsense of the current situation that somehow turns poetic.
Byakuya says your name again with a chuckle. “Keep him on his toes, okay? Wouldn’t want a wild Senku roaming around the world without you!”
(“Heh, I would relish in the peace and quiet if it means i’m away from you.” He says while adding more sugar to your beaker with a lab spatula with careful precision and mixes it for you.)
Senku does not believe in wishing, but just this once, he hopes that when this war is over, that he’ll be able to let you listen to Byakuya’s last message and laugh at the old man with you again.
Just where are you hiding?
(You smile knowingly, as if you could read his mind. “To borrow a phrase from someone I know quite well, you would ten billion percent miss me.”)
“When we win this war, Taiju and I have a surprise to show you, Senku! A very belated Birthday present.”
Before the aforementioned scientist could protest, probably to say he doesn’t need or want a gift, Taiju cuts in.
“Senku! We found them!!”
There’s your name again, Gen thinks while he takes a side glance at Senku, whose grip on the microphone shifts into one with more attentiveness, more interest.
The atmosphere around Senku feels different, too.
Not suffocating or cold, but not necessarily warm, either. More odd, if anything. Relieved? Skeptical, curious. Anticipation?
Senku is stationary and silent. Definitely thinking.
“Taiju, it’s not a surprise anymore if we tell him what it is…”
“Ah, I just got so excited! Sorry, Senku! But i’m sure you’re excited to see them now, I bet you miss them a ton!!”
Ever since that record of Byakuya, Senku has been offhandedly mentioning you every so often in conversation. Even entertaining questions about you from the village, though only when he isn’t busy with, y’know, war prep against the Empire, and if they’ve caught him in a sharing mood.
It’s as if he finally deems it safe to reveal your existence to this new world; an environment and community that would not harm you.
Defensive. Cautious.
A relative?
Definitely not. Senku has mentioned being an only child and only having Byakuya.
A friend?
While it’s closer to the mark, it’s also not quite there at the same time.
Gen can see that Taiju and Yuzuriha mean a lot to Senku, but they don’t implore the same type of look or tone of voice that Senku presents when you’re mentioned.
You’re close to Senku, but seemingly much closer than just a long-time childhood companion.
Perhaps… a lover?
…
No, Senku isn’t one to indulge himself in customs as flimsy or as pitiful as love. The scientist even said so himself, multiple times: love is illogical, a waste of time, or plain simply, not even a millimetre interested in it.
Another thing about Senku is that he isn’t one to go back on his word unless it benefits his goals, and Gen can’t see any benefit from lying about love of all things.
“Oi, what’s got you looking so constipated, Mentalist?”
“Nothing in particular, Dearest Senku~”
Then that begs the question, just who are you?
“What does ‘muse’ mean when you use it to describe Senku? I’m not too sure what the word itself means either, but it sounds too intimate of a nickname for two people that claim not to be lovers.”
(A few from the Kingdom of Science had accompanied Senku, Yuzuriha, and Taiju in locating your statue, curious as to what you looked like. And just a few moments ago, they had found, dressed, and poured the revival fluid on you, standing back as the phenomenon of breaking out of the stone begins.
“Well, if it isn’t my dearest muse! How have you been faring these past few centuries?” There’s a twinkle in your eyes that nobody that didn’t know you has quite seen before, it’s almost enchanting, as if you were unconsciously beckoning people to pay attention to you.
Before anybody could hear their resident scientist’s response, Taiju and Yuzuriha unexpectedly pushes the group away from the reunion.
“Hey, what gives! I wanna hear what Senku has to say so I can make fun of him later!” Ginro doesn’t back down without a fight, but with Taiju’s sheer willpower, it was like watching a baby try to push down a brick wall.
“Ahaha, it’s best to leave those two alone for now.” Yuzuriha gently beckons Suika and Kohaku towards the camp. She looks back for a moment, but doesn’t stop walking. “They will come back with Senku to introduce themselves soon enough, trust me when I say they’ll make quite the entrance.”
The group may be far from the clearing from where you are with Senku, but with her eyesight, Kohaku can see an embrace of two people.
With your back turned towards her, she can see Senku’s grip on your clothing, holding tightly, trembling.
She decides to keep this to herself, for now.)
Kohaku is blunt in asking you the question that’s been itching her brain for a few weeks now.
You were revived only around a month ago, and have already contributed plenty to the Kingdom of Science, especially with the morale of the labourers: performing quick theatre skits, or maybe occasional performance acts with Gen to help manipulate encourage the workers to do their job faster.
Kohaku also decides that if Senku isn’t going to address whatever is between the two of you, she’ll surely get the answers out of you!
“Hm, the best way I can explain is to just look at him.”
She feels her brow twitch. Kohaku guesses that you’re a dead end too and groans into her hands.
You chuckle but do not look up from your work on the blueprints infront of you.
Kohaku glances at the scientist, not far from your personal work bench - he’s giggling to himself while tinkering with who knows what - and raises a brow, typical Senku behaviour at work there.
“What about him?” She asks, unimpressed.
“Isn’t he the most interesting thing you’ve ever laid eyes on?” From Kohaku’s angle, she notices a soft smile and an adoring glimmer in your irises.
Interesting is one word to put it, Kohaku thinks and doesn’t comment further.
But she also thinks she understands just the tiniest bit more than before; you and Senku are both those kinds of people that just know rather than say.
On the other hand, the child that adorns a watermelon head sat to the right of you, unknowing of the underlining meaning of your words, is oblivious and lost.
“But Senku’s just in his element at the moment, building new gadgets and inventions Suika has never ever seen before, so he looks like regular old Senku to me!“
“Exactly.”
You put your pencil down, roll up the finished blueprint, and hand it to Kohaku to give to Senku.
Seeing Suika’s eyes swirl in confusion through her lenses, you offer her a small apology and a head pat. She hands you another large sheet of paper for the next room plan.
Suika feels like there’s now even more questions than answers.
“Sorry, Suika. Despite my rather expansive vocabulary, and ability to wax on about nonsense for hours on end, I don’t think I could simplify the reason more than that.”
And it’s true, what you say.
Because then you would be forced to start off by telling her about the old world, dull and monotone, filled with unambitious nobodies that were afraid of originality and the trueness of their own character.
You would have to reveal to her the circumstances in which you first met the light that now guides you, the colour that paints your vision, and the muse to your art, Ishigami Senku.
Even after that, how do you begin explaining to a child, born into a world as primitive as this one, the complexities of something that’s been non-verbally established centuries ago, something that was instinctual rather than described.
She simply would not understand, no matter how prettily you dress your words.
Perhaps you’ll tell her when she’s grown older, a tale for another day, when she’s lived her own experiences rather than learning about yours.
For now, you will close the script that writes your story. Who doesn’t like a bit of mystery?
[ Extra - Opening Act ]
“Hmm, a unique but befitting opening line to introduce a new supporting character into a seemingly already ragtag cast…”
“Ragtag?!” Gen exclaims.
“Ragtag…” Ukyo sighs, exceedingly exasperated.
“Ragtag?” Suika questions, not hearing the word before.
Senku chuckles beside you and crosses his arms. “I suggest you let them finish, or else they’ll make it everyone else’s problem later if their flare of inspiration is cut short.”
You continue on as if you didn’t hear them, chin pinched between your thumb and the knuckle of your pointer finger.
“How about…”
You hum and mumble for a few more seconds before your eyes light up with mirth. Right hand to your heart, your left arm is outstretched to your front, palm up, a gesture similar to that as if you were reaching for something.
“After centuries confined within a prison of the mind, not a soul to keep them company bar their own, thou hast finally freed thyself! One’s solitude gnawed at thy skin and mystery shrouded thy thoughts. No more are the shackles that bind them yap yap yap yap…”
To Gen, all of your words blend together as he loses even more sense as to what kind of person you are. What he does know is that you’re exactly like Senku in a way, it’s endearing, almost.
“I see we’ve revived yet another eccentric…” Gen whispers to the archer next to him. Ukyo can only laugh sparingly.
When the mentalist turns back to you, you’re wrapping up your rather flamboyant display. “Onwards, the travesty we call life shall commence once again, so get excited!”
senku swears up and down that he doesn’t flirt with you until someone catches him in 4k talking to you, leaned against a table, cheshire grin on his face as he says something that makes you laugh, so close together like you’re sharing secrets and his stare doesn’t even flicker away from you. even does that little head tilt thing like he’s deeply invested in what you’re saying.
worst part is that he wasn’t even aware he looked at you like that. so for awhile he suddenly he can’t hold eye contact with you- which everyone also points out. he is not beating the lover boy allegations.
A/n: I can be nice or whatev... I was inspired by this TikTok
Quick fact from someone who doesn’t know anything about the military: A military tap out is a ceremony or tradition where recruits line up and cannot move or speak until a family member, friend (anyone really) walks up and taps them out.
Imagine Stanley, who left for the military on bad terms with his family. He stands silently, jaw clenched, watching all the other recruits around him get tapped out—crying into the arms of their loved ones. He doesn’t think anybody would come and tap him out, expecting an instructor to take pity on him and release him from the torturous stance of isolation. Everyone around him is moving, and he’s the only one left standing completely still.
“Ah, there he is!” Despite the commotion around him, Stanley hears Xeno’s voice clearly, followed by your laughter. It wasn’t an issue for him to stand completely; he’s done it numerous times during boot camp, but when both of you stand before him, he suddenly struggles to stay still. His knees feel shaky, and the stoic, emotionless expression begins to crack.
“Long time no see, Stan.”
Months without seeing either of you—some things never change. You’re still so easily distracted by Xeno, and Xeno, who begins to ramble—lost in his own words—forgets to tap him out. It’s not till minutes later, when someone beside you whispers, reminding you Stanley hasn’t been tapped yet, that you eventually release Stanley from his chains.
Stanley playfully smacks the back of Xeno’s head and ruffles your hair, “Idiots.”
In which the childhood friend of Stanley and Xeno settled for a simple life, and they're not going to let her waste her talents.
Reader is ── Female | Diner Server
Story is ── Romantic | 2.1k words | Part One
Warnings ── N/A
Parts ── Part Two | Part Three
A photo of a short boy with white hair and goggles on his head, a taller blond boy with a lollipop in his mouth, and a girl between them showing off a big smile that was missing a few baby teeth was the first of many. Next was their kindergarten ceremony, each growing a tad taller, followed by their middle school graduation, each in cute mock-graduation gowns and caps and each distinct in style.
The last time you achieved something in unison was your highschool graduation photo, Xeno with his hand on your lower back and Stanley with his arm over your shoulder, sandwiching you between them, each showing off your certificates.
Every picture after that was for the individual: Stanley’s promotion ceremonies and returning home celebrations and Xeno’s many graduations from bachelor’s, master’s, and doctorate programs, along with his post-project awards. You three were always in each photo, celebrating Xeno and Stan’s brightest moments, but none seemed to focus on you.
Stanley swiped through the photos on his phone while Xeno stirred milk and sweetener into his coffee, watching the other reminisce.
They’d come all this way, to a dingy little diner off Route 66 built sometime in the 60’s and last renovated in the 80’s, just to see you. Since they hadn’t warned you ahead that they’d be visiting, you weren’t able to get the day off, and you were still fuming about that as you returned to the table with two plates.
The full works breakfast was placed in front of Stanley, and a breakfast sandwich with homefries was slammed front of the smirking scientist across from him.
“Ouch, gentle darling!” Xeno teased, though he’d visibly jumped at the slam and tried to play it off.
“I’ll do damn well as I please, Doctor Wingfield.” You rolled your eyes, turning to look at Stanley. He was chewing on a toothpick, only removing it to begin eating. You expected something snarky from him, but this time he remained silent, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it were because he was still upset that you had missed the last Marine Corps Ball.
In your defence, you couldn’t exactly fly to the east coast and take all that time off work when you wanted; it was costly!
Seeing as they didn’t need anything else, you dismissed yourself to check on your other tables. As always, you could see Xeno doing most of the talking while Stanley observed. Only, Stanley seemed to observe more than just his friend but everyone else present, especially you. Anytime your back was turned, you could feel his dark eyes staring you down, likely judgementally.
The other servers had come to recognize Xeno and Stanley and knew to seat them in your section whenever they stopped by—no matter how much you insisted they not.
When all your other tables were paid and cleared, you took the chance to pull off your apron and push your way next to Stanley for a quick break.
"My co-workers are offering to cover the closing hour for me if you want me to leave early." Stanley allowed you to pick one of the fruits from his plate and pop it in your mouth, having left the berries he knew you liked untouched.
“Unfortunately we’re here on business.” Stanley glanced at you while he spoke, feeling the same guilty pang he always did when you seemed sad.
“We’re passing through on our way to test my new engine cooling system; we booked a field out here to get it away from people.” Small, old towns hugged Route 66, and between them were vast uninhabited areas of sand and dried-up plants, perfect for testing things that may just explode.
You gave a half-hearted smile, partway glad to see them and partway sad it wouldn’t be for longer. With Stanley climbing up the ranks and Xeno being so well-regarded at NASA, it seemed as though they could do anything they wanted when they wanted, and you were still answering to the same diner owner that hired you a handful of years prior.
Not that you hadn’t chosen this path; it wasn’t as if you were godawful in school or lacked dreams. The other two were just…rare. You were an exceptional student, but they were inhuman.
“That’s nice. I’m glad you’re already in the testing phase.” You meant to share your words with enthusiasm, but they came out rather plain as you mindlessly stirred the coffee in your mug. Your eyes were lost in the swirling liquid, your mind busy considering how impressive Xeno’s projects always were.
Why did they always make a point to see you? You never had anything fun to share.
The silence stretched while you lifted the mug to your lips, taking in the watered-down coffee you were used to tasting. Although everything you did felt mediocre, you were motivated by a specific goal.
You’d been saving as much of your pay as possible to help fund a degree in archival studies, not including paying off the student debt you already had. You had managed to complete a bachelor's in two and a half years already, but you still needed a master's and doctorate to be considered in a genuine archive.
“Still foolishly rejecting our offer?” Xeno had both elbows on the laminate table, resting his chin on the back of his hands. It only took meeting eyes for a moment for you to look back down at your hands, fingers drumming along the sides of the warm mug between them.
“I can’t let you guys do all the work for me. I was super close anyways—just one more year and then I can apply to the UT master's program.” Your words were both reassurance for them and yourself.
“You said that last time.” Stanley added unhelpfully.
“I know! I know… Just, some unexpected expenses and all.” It felt like you had the worst luck; after saving up just barely enough to quit, your car broke down, and it was completely unfixable. You had to bike to work for a week before you could go out to buy a new one, and it practically halved your savings.
Stanley only scoffed, raising a hand to rest on your head. He ruffled your hair, earning a playful slap to get him to stop.
“Best I get back to work. Thank you guys for stopping to see me, really. Oh! Don’t pay. I’m taking your bill.” It was a small gesture, but you got a discount anyways, and you wanted to treat them somehow. Xeno nodded along, standing to put his coat back on while Stanley reached for his matches.
To leave you here, in the middle of nowhere, as if you weren't the single most important thing to either of them, felt wrong. But your wishes took priority.
As you moved to put your apron back on, Stanley stopped you by taking the straps. Albeit a tad tighter than you usually made it, he tied it snug around your waist with a bow, careful enough to make sure it looked even before seeing himself off. Xeno gave a quick snicker at his companion's antics and opened his arms to offer a hug. Of course, you accepted, and he held you until you parted of your own volition.
“Good luck with your project, Xeno. Even if you don’t need it.”
“I’m always better off with your luck than without it. Until next time!”
Just like that the diner seemed to quiet down, no longer filled with their banter or the sheer force of their presence. It was dipping into the afternoon, anyhow, and your morning shift was nearly over.
Your coworker hailed you over to the main counter by the till, offering you a billfold.
“What’s this?” You took it in your hands, looking up at her with a confused glance.
“Your little admirers paid while you were in the kitchen and told me not to tell you.” You opened it to reveal cash that was well over quadruple the cost of the bill itself.
You slammed it back shut, jogging to the door to catch the perpetrators only to see their car was already taking off down the empty road, stirring up dust behind it and leaving you cursing under your breath. They were always one step ahead of you, and you hated that you’d become predictable enough for them to get away with whatever they liked.
“I can’t believe you’re still dragging those boys for a ride, they’re totally whipped for you.”
“Yeah, you’re better than me! The muscles on that military man…”
“Not to mention how smart the scientist is!”
“I bet they’re both loaded.”
The two servers you’d gotten relatively close with bickered behind you as you processed the payment, putting the overly generous tip in your apron pocket with a dramatic sigh.
“They aren’t ‘whipped’ for me. They’re just being nice because they feel bad that their childhood friend didn’t make it big like them.” At least, that was what you assured yourself with to keep all the ridiculous, childlike, crushing thoughts away. You’d all grown up together; of course they would try to make you feel better.
“Whatever you say, girl.”
It had been a week since you saw those two.
Xeno had updated you by email on how it went, including images and attachments of the project paper. You had parsed it, though most of the technical jargon was lost on you. It seemed things had gone well, since it was marked as ‘approved.’
Today was one of your days off, and it was about time you checked the mailbox you’d neglected during the last handful of workdays. Not that it needed to be checked daily. Most of the mail you got was from Stanley while he was deployed or the NASA aerospace engineering newsletter Xeno sent (fully annotated on what he had a hand in) to you every month. This time there were a few flyers, though most peculiar was a legal-sized envelope with no return address.
‘Huh.’
Using your finger to rip the folded edge open, you found a handful of papers held together with a paperclip, underneath which was a NASA business card for the one and only Dr. Xeno Houston Wingfield. The top paper caught your eye: an acceptance letter to the School of Information master's program at the University of Texas.
Your grip on the papers tightened, flipping through the ones behind it: your course schedule and upcoming meetings with your supposed advisor at the university, a co-lease agreement to an apartment awaiting your signature, confirmation of a moving company arriving two weeks from now, and a letter of sponsorship evidence from Xeno himself.
The papers fell from your shaky grip onto the kitchen counter below, your hand coming to your mouth, which hung open.
It wasn’t long before you pulled yourself from the shock, grabbing your phone and dialling Xeno’s cell. It only rang once before the hum of his workshop came to life through your speaker. It was always noisy wherever he worked.
“What the hell is this, Xeno?”
“You may have to elaborate on what ‘this’ means, dear.”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about! How do you even apply on someone’s behalf? This is insane!” You could hear him stifle a laugh, as well as distinguish that he was walking away from all the noise, which abruptly cut at the sound of a door closing.
“Don’t worry about how. Just worry about packing.” Xeno clicked his tongue, and though you couldn’t see it, you could tell he had a mischievous smile on his face. “And how about thanking us while you’re at it?”
You were stunned to silence on the other end, fidgeting with one of the flyers on the counter while your eyes scanned your run-down apartment. There wasn’t a ton to pack, but still. To have this sprung on you out of nowhere… It felt just like the days in school when you’d get pushed into one of his experiments; you could never predict what came next.
A sigh broke from your lips.
“Of course I’m thankful, Xeno. I don’t know where to begin thanking you.”
Your eyes watered against your will. While your expression couldn’t be seen through the call, Xeno still picked up on the quiver in your voice, which only boosted his ego.
“Sorry, did you say ‘thanking us’ earlier?”
“Who do you think you’re moving in with? Stanley went through all the trouble of getting relocated to Austin so you wouldn’t be alone.”
“Hah!” You snickered at the joke, though his end was silent.
“Wait, seriously?”
Authors Note | Im leaving this pretty open ended because I think there good enough potential for a part two,,, if well received!
Ofc Stanley would abuse his rank to move close to readers school,,,, so he can live with her,,,,no ulterior motives!
i love reading the wiki and seeing something i've never noticed before
thanks to that, i spent another five hours on wikipedia and not doing my job. so! let's get into the ghouls' stigmas and how they could relate to these demons they made a pact with
probably spoilers through current episode idk
first of all, prior to this rabbit hole i had never heard of the ars goetia. however, going through these lists, i had heard of several of these demons in maaaaany many things from popular media. seems to be a common list to snatch from (any blue exorcist or obey me fans here?)
also, i used the wiki for a lot of this post, and it seems like the wiki is slightly out of date, but still good for the most part. if anyone notices anything wrong, please message me!!
so the ars goetia is, at its simplest, one part of a grimoire that's been translated several times since the 1500s. it has a list of demons and other parts of black magic (technically goetia is the darker counterpart of thurgia, both of them which make up ceremonial magic.) the ars goetia lists off something like 70-something demons and their counterpart angels and their basic roles and powers.
also, each of these demons has a sigil, but weirdly enough, the symbol in the logo of the game and a lot of other things in game are more remniscient of nordic runes and not these symbols. not sure what that means.
so, i'll be going through this list of the ghouls whose stigmas we know so that you don't have to! i'll go in house order to keep it simple. if i miss someone whose stigma we know, shoot me an ask and i'll edit this post.
JIN - "Bianerus"; the ability to control others by his command; anagram of Naberius. in the ars goetia, naberius is the same thing as cerberus i guess lmao. that's fun. gonna keep an eye out for metaphors of jin guarding the gates of hell. usually appears in the form of a crow. when naberius speaks, it's with a hoarse voice, but it makes men amiable in "rhetoric and all arts." basically makes them agreeable and talented. interesting how they translated that to jin's power, and even more interesting that they didn't give the ice king one of the kings listed in the ars goetia. as this list goes on, some of the stigmas are pretty direct translations and others are a little more of a reach, but it's still fun to see where some of the inspiration could have come from.
TOHMA - "Argeas"; the ability to send vibrations across distances; anagram of Agares. that demon rules the east side of hell, and this is super funny, his power is to destroy dignity. sound like a certain petty bitch to anyone else?
LUCAS - "Iggnaim"; the ability to create barriers around himself and others (and also had a crazy creature appear when we touched him); anagram of Ginigam. this guy is a great marquis who apparently will be patient while being summoned and will answer all your questions until you send him back. how polite. he teaches science things and gives an account of any soul who died at sea with sin. funny that they gave him to the guy from "across the pond"
KAITO - we don't know his yet but he sees auras. i'll just start skipping the people we don't know
ALAN - "Yagsal Olbasa"; implied to be insane super strength but we don't know for sure yet i guess; anagram of Glasya-Labolas. crazy name. his names in other translations are even crazier. he's the captain of bloodshed, has to do with the past and "what's to come" and tells people about it, and can incite both love and homicide in people. truly a captain's captain. this is a really fitting one for alan, i think. also, alan's lil animal chibi is a german shepard and this demon is depicted as a dog with wings. the crowd goes "awww"
LEO - "Haxs"; extends his hearing; anagram of Shax. shax is another one with a lot of differently translated names and he's also a great marquis. shax's entire entry made me laugh out loud, he and leo would get along like a house on fire. shax takes the hearing and sight from those the summoner chooses, steals money, knows when lies are told, speaks in a beautiful voice when compelled not to lie....it goes on. basically he steals and lies. perfect, no notes.
SHO - "Spurno"; stated to 'jam things'; anagram of Purson. sho is the first one to have a demon that's considered one of the great kings. he can reveal secrets of the past, present, and future, and is also said to be involved in revealing the antichrist. he can also find hidden objects and treasures! cool, but not quite sure how this would relate to sho's stigma. maybe it'll make more sense when we learn more about sho's abilities. personally i think this might end up relating more to whatever we learn about hyde.
HARU - the bitch that started this whole post - "Bahnti"; the ability to lessen gravity's effect on his body; anagram of Bathin. he's a duke of hell who knows a lot about stones and birds, and more importantly, can "bring men suddenly to another place." he also helps aid in astral projection! it's probably the near teleportation he got his stigma from. super cool correlation on this one
(EDIT ty @unhindged-memes !!) REN - "Raothtas"; literally used it to clean. it cleaned ink. that's cool i guess. maybe the ability to erase/remove? could be cool; anagram of Astaroth. he's apparently a super powerful demon, which honestly works with my theory that ren's abilities are going to be crazy once we actually see them. he also seduces people with laziness!! very ren, love that for him
TAIGA - "Malab"; we actually don't know what his is yet. HOWEVER!!!! this feeds into my taiga knows something theory and also my time loop theory; this is an anagram of Balam. balam is a "great and powerful king of hell" who could give perfect answers on things past, present and to come. PERFECT. ANSWERS. past present and TO COME. he can also make men invisible and he's three headed, but whatever. do you see!! DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M SAYING
ROMEO - "Tiris"; the ability to turn things into a bomb; anagram of Sitri. sitri is a prince and depicted as a very beautiful man lmao right on the nose with that one. also less related, but sitri makes men and women fall in love with each other. i think that's probably more where they got the character's name from than his powers.
RITSU - "Acimo"; the ability to harden his body (lol); anagram of Camio. he is a president and a great disputer, and can apparently make creatures understand each other. good go-between guy. also apparently more powerful in december! ritsu's birthday is in january though :/
SUBARU - "Talnandio"; the ability to read residual thoughts from things; anagram of Dantalion. this one is also super on the nose. dantalion was said to be someone who could declare counsel on anyone, aka he could know the thoughts and minds of any man. it's also said that he wears many faces. hmmm actor, anyone? this one almost deserves a whole post, i'll have to come back to this.
LYCA - "Ramsochisa"; the ability to track anything he has smelled before by scent; anagram of Marchosias. i genuinely forgot this was what his stigma was lmao some note taker i am. this guy's depicted as a wolf though, so there we go for the werewolf thing. also, kinda a sad connection, but marchosias believed that after 1500 years, he would be able to return to heaven with the other fallen angels. he's also the one that's most reliably conjured and will always answer true. this feels very lyca, i think this one matches up well.
YURI - "Agnihaet"; hyperactivates his braincells; anagram of Haagenti. surprisingly little information, but apparently he can make men wise by instructing them in every subject. nice. he can also turn water into wine! where's that ability yuri, huh?
ghouls whose stigmas we don't really know yet: kaito (auras), ren (used it to clean??? ok maid outfit card where are you) , haku, zenji, taiga, edward, rui (only technically. we know it can relieve exhaustion and stuff but we don't know his word or demon anagram), and jiro (whose stigma reflects injuries back to the dealer.)
damn that was long. there's a few demons that i think could potentially match up after reading through this list so many times, but it's gonna be hard to know for sure given that some of these don't translate directly to their powers. i'll make another updated post once we know more of their stigmas
and also more about the pacts in general! how did they learn to summon a demon? why were they summoning in the first place? what did they ask for? so many questions, this game drives me insane
hii!! can I request cale with a s/o who's high on anaesthesia? like they see cale for the first time, and they're already rambling about how pretty he is– only to find out they're married!! to him!! she tells everyone (who is willing to listen) about her pretty husband and how she's lucky to have him^^ thank youu
We’re…Married?
[Authors Note]: Hi guys! I'm back into making Cale x Reader request! At least for the ones I have on my inbox, until I get out of the authors block I have for my Genshin series.
PS. This request is back from July...
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 735
»»►AWWWEE this is adorable. I want to keep it in a box and bury it 7 feet underneath.
»»►Okay, for this, I want it to stay in the fantasy setting since I don’t really like writing modern AUs. So, there will be some kind of herb that is used that has the same effect as anesthesia.
»»►As for why she had to take it. Let us say she had to get surgery for a broken bone she fractured because she ran and fell off a hill. Don’t ask me how this happened, because I don’t know either.
The sun’s rays shine through curtains, bringing light to the already dim room. They softly hit the face of a red-head that had fallen asleep on a chair instead of his warm bed.
The reason he hadn’t slept in his bed was for one small, lovable–his words not mine–dork he had grown to love; his wife: You.
And the only red-head who was insane enough to marry you was none other than Cale Hanituse.
Cale stared at your resting face with a neutral face. What else could he do, other than wait for his lovely wife to wake up?
Unbelievable… The moment I look away, she’s gone and clumsily stumbled down a mountain and off a cliff. Honestly, when will I get some rest from this girl? the man thought as he closed his eyes, getting irked at the memory of you falling off the cliff for the third time.
It was getting repetitive…and annoying.
“Hmmgh…” the sound of sheets shuffling made him open his eyes to see the movement.
“[Name]?” asked Cale. “Are you awake?” He gently leaned towards you to check. His hand moved away the messy hair on your forehead to get a better look. You slowly open your eyelids and see a handsome young man touching you.
“You’re awake… Took you long enough,” Cale said, still combing your hair straight.
You pushed his hand away. “..Don’T tOucH mE…I haVe a HusBaND…” you say with a growly voice.
Clearly, the herb that was used to sedate you was still in your system.
“[Name], stop. You’re still delirious and can’t differentiate what-for-what,” Cale tried to reason with you. But everyone knows that you can’t debate with someone that truly isn’t here.
“nO! yUO aRe An ImPOsTeR..!” You semi-yelled at him. “WhErE iS my HusBanD, yOu tHieF!”
Cale sighted at your idiocy. He found the way you argued rather adorable... Ahh, that’s beside the point!
“[Name],” he grabbed you by the shoulders to ground you as you squirmed, “I am your husband.”
“Wu-huh?” Your anger was now replaced with confusion and a stupid expression. “Whut?”
“I’m your husband,” Cale repeated. “The man you swore to be with the rest of your life, remember?”
“HUuuhhh??” The stupid expression you wore was now filled with reds. “We’Re…mArRieD?”
“Yes. Look,” he made you look at both your hands that had the wedding bands. “See? Married. For all of eternity.”
“..ThAt’S A LooOoNg tIMe…”
“I know,” Cale nodded at your comment, “do you…like the sound of that?” He shouldn't be asking this, in case the answer he hears isn't something he wanted to hear from you, but he had to. Curiosity dug deep within his heart.
You remained silent. This only printed Cale to regret his question. He’ll need to live with this for the rest of his life now.
“You don’t have to answer tha—”
“I do…”
Cale’s eyes widened. “What was that? Sorry, I couldn’t hear…” He had to make sure he heard right.
“I sAid…” you grabbed him by either side of his face and brought him closer to your face, “I. DO.”
He stared at you for a second before smiling, and then laughing at your antics. “Hehehe… I get, I get it…” Cale grabbed both your arms. “You need rest. Especially after the surgery on your left arm.”
“Surgery…?” You slowly ask, then your gaze follows his gaze at the arm he mentioned and loudly gasp, “WHAT IS THIS?”
There was a cast on the arm he said there was a surgery for.
Cale looked a bit confused. “Did you not realize there was a cast on your arm? [Name], how unaware can you be?” he flicked your forehead.
“OW–”
“Now, down you go. Off to the land of dreams,” he helped you get comfy in bed. “I’ll wake you up when dinner breakfast is ready, it’s still early in the morning.”
“Kay…” you yawned, ready to go back to the dream you left. “Night…”
“Good night…” Cale got back to lay in the chair he had slept all night in.
He snatched the blanket that had fallen off of him, and wrapped himself with it. As he was ready to take a quick nap before breakfast, he heard your voice creep up in the silence.
“..Cale…?”
“Yes?”
“I love you,” you say before falling asleep.
“...” he looked at your peaceful face and cracked a small smile, he whispered, “I love you too…”
Fin
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