#dr stone x reader

[kzhyxmi]

I’M BACK GANGGGG, MY PRELIMS ARE FINALLY OVERRRR. I’m free as a damn bird (tatakae🦅🦅)

PLS MOTIVATE ME INTO FINISHING CHAPTER 4 SO I CAN POST IT TODAY💔💔 I’m gonna write Pt.3 of the Senku fic after that too (I promise they’ll be married). The reader will be meeting Xeno in chapter 4😁

ALSO, WHY ARE THE TAGS SO DRY LATELY, ESP STAN’S😢😢 I’m so deprived of dr.stone fics pls im crine.

[whatiscooking]

Could you do head canons of the dr stone boys with a S/O with a petrification scar that is really big on their face and also dont go away like senku’s scar and they start to fell a little insecure

I would realy apreciate if you write that🫶

Featuring: Senku, Hyoga, Ryusui, Moz (sneak), Ginro, Kinro, and Sai

Assuming you’re married

Senku

Doesn’t get why you care so much. You’re in the stone world. Surely they have more important things to worry about?

He’ll try his best not to dismiss your feelings. He’d make you a foundation then get surprised when it only makes you more upset.

It takes him a bit before the emotional aspect of your feeling catches up with the logical aspects of his thinking process. Sometimes he forgets that not everyone thinks like him.

He still thinks you look beautiful. He admits that should’ve been the first thing he said to you when he thought you were insecure. Not all problems need to fixed.

“Petrification mark or not you’re still stupidly pretty.” Senku will nervously scratch the back of his head. “You could be covered in scars from head to toe and I don’t think it’d change how I feel about you. What does it matter if you know have a mark on your face? You’re still Y/N the (insert nickname like the lioness).”

Hyoga

Completely understands. He’ll make you a mask similar to his if it’s in an area that is easily covered.

I don’t think he’d lie to you. If it looks bad he won’t compliment it. He kept his hidden because he thought it looked hideous.

If his eventually goes away and yours doesn’t I think he’d still wear his mask just to make you feel less alone.

If anyone says anything about your marks they might genuinely get assassinated. It becomes an unspoken rule for no one to talk about petrification marks around you.

Ryusui

He wants it!

He views your mark as your own personal signature.

He reassures you that you’re beautiful no matter what. He’s a good big or go home type of guy so he definitely doesn’t mind.

He notices the second you start feeling insecure. Since he can’t do anything to make the marks go away I think he’d try to distract you instead. He won’t give you a moment to feel the insecurity.

Moz

He’s not into insecure women

Ginro

Probably the reason you’re insecure. He makes fun of it as a joke.

Once Ginro realizes he actually offended you he backtracks, but it sounds so backhanded that it makes you feel worse.

“You’re actually KINDA pretty even with your scar!”

If Kohaku finds out about what he said she’ll hit him to knock some sense into him. He’ll then come to you to apologize.

Kinro

Kinro has never had a petrification mark so he doesn’t know what it’s like to wake up with a new mark on his face. You’ve always had the mark from the moment he met you. He fell in love with you despite it. He sincerely wishes you’d see yourself the way he sees you.

He isn’t sure what to do, but he knows that the women in his village have always cared deeply about their looks so he understands you’re feeling insecure.

He’ll do the only thing that comes to mind. Kinro will quickly pull you into his arms and let you bury your face into his chest. He isn’t sure what to say so he won’t say much. He’ll quietly whisper in the most affectionate tone he could muster. “You are beautiful…very very beautiful.”

Sai

Sai never cared about looks in the first place so he doesn’t think you should either.

He’ll design a character in the game he’s making after you.

Even though he doesn’t care about looks he knows you do. He starts complimenting your appearance more to try and boost your confidence.

During your worst moments of insecurity he’ll hold your cheek on whatever side your scar is while telling you that you’re way more than a mark on your face.

[stvrbrighttt]

「 The Hush the Conch Leaves Behind 」

summary: growing up alongside tsukasa shishio meant soft sea breeze, shared candies, and a promise to protect each other. but when three thousand years of stone crumble to reveal a world built on cold-blooded slaughter, the boy who once bled to keep you safe has become the very monster you feared most—and no amount of old memories can stop you from burning every bridge between you.

word count: 1,710

warning(s): childhood friends to enemies, hurt/no comfort, unhappy ending, trauma/PTSD, kinda graphic description of injuries, lmk if I missed anything!

a/n: this was supposed to be a fluffy oneshot but some douchebag made me cry so the devil on my shoulder whispered that I should drag everyone down with me

The salt air back then didn’t taste like blood. It tasted like cold spray, crushed kelp, and the cheap strawberry hard candies you always kept stuffed in your coat pocket.

Tsukasa remembered the exact weight of your hand in his—small, calloused from practicing the violin, and warm despite the biting wind. You had been bent double over the wet tide pools, your fingers stained purple from sea urchins, meticulously inspecting every shell to make sure it was smooth enough for Mirai’s necklace.

"Look at this one, Tsukasa," you’d whispered, holding up a piece of abalone that caught the grey afternoon light like oil on water. "Mirai will love it. It’s got a little dent, but it makes it stronger."

Then came the shouting.

It was a public shore, open to anyone, but an old man had decided the quiet stretch of sand belonged to his temper. He was angry at the world, angry at the noise of the tide, or maybe just hated seeing two kids taking up space.

He didn't just yell at you to leave. He swung his heavy fists before Tsukasa could even grab your hand and pull you away.

When the first strike landed across Tsukasa’s shoulders, Tsukasa hadn't cried. But then the old man swung blindly, and the heavy fists caught you across the side of the face.

The crack of your cheekbone hitting the wet sand sounded identical to a crushed seashell.

You screamed—a horrible, breathless sound—and blood ruined the pale sand. Tsukasa had lost his mind. He threw himself over you, taking the rain of blows on his spine, his arms locked around your head, feeling the wet warmth of your blood soaking through his thin shirt.

By the time bystanders finally pulled the old man off, afraid of an actual murder, you were barely conscious. Tsukasa carried you two miles to the nearest road, his own ribs cracked, sobbing your name into the wind.

At the hospital, your parents took one look at Tsukasa’s bruised, dirt-streaked face and blamed him for putting you in danger. They called him a delinquent. A violent boy from a broken home who brought chaos wherever he went. They moved away a week later.

You never got to say goodbye nor give Mirai the shell. Tsukasa kept it in his pocket until the sky turned green and the world went still.

Three thousand years later, the stone shattered under his palm.

Tsukasa didn't usually search for specific faces. The old world was dead, and he was its butcher and its savior. But when his scouts cleared the ridge near the old coastal line, he saw it: a statue half-buried in dried moss, leaning against a petrified oak.

The nose was slightly crooked—the mark of a childhood fracture that had never set quite right.

His breath hitched. For the first time in months, the High School Primate’s composure cracked. He scraped away the dirt with trembling, blood-stained fingers, revealing the soft curve of your jaw, the faint scar near your temple.When the nital melted the stone away, you fell forward into his arms.

"I have you," Tsukasa murmured into your dust-caked hair, his voice breaking with a tenderness his empire had never heard. "I'm sorry it took so long. But you're safe now. I've built a world where no one can hurt you."

When your eyes fluttered open, dark and terrified, you looked up at the towering, muscle-bound giant holding you. It took you minutes to recognize the boy from the beach behind the scarred, fierce warrior.

"Tsukasa...?" you gasped, clutching his lion-skin cloak.

"Yes," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. "It's me."

The sanctuary was a nightmare dressed as paradise.

At first, you rested. Tsukasa brought you fresh meat, clean water, and soft furs. He spoke softly to you, avoiding any talk of the modern world, desperately clinging to the ghost of the child who used to share strawberry candies on the beach.

But you weren't blind.

It started with the statues. You noticed them lined up at the edge of the cavern—not preserved, but smashed. Fractured limbs, crushed torsos, faces obliterated by violent blows.

Then came the day you followed Tsukasa into the forest.

You watched from behind a thick fern as he stood over the petrified form of a middle-aged man in a suit. Tsukasa didn't hesitate. His bare fist shattered the statue's chest into a cloud of grey powder. His expression was cold, utterly devoid of humanity—the face of an executioner doing routine maintenance.

You backed away, your hand pressed hard against your mouth to muffle your gagging.

When Tsukasa returned to the camp that night, you were sitting by the fire, staring into the flames.

"You're quiet today," he said softly, reaching out a hand to stroke your hair.

You flinched away as if his skin were made of fire.

Tsukasa’s hand froze in mid-air. "(Name)?"

"You're killing them," you whispered. Your voice trembled, but your eyes, when they met his, were hard with a terrible, absolute revulsion. "They're alive in there. And you're smashing them."

"They are the filth that ruined the old world," Tsukasa said, his voice dropping into that chilling, reasonable tone he used to justify his crusade. "The adults who let cruelty run wild. I am protecting the innocent. I am protecting you."

"You're doing the exact same thing!" you screamed, tears spilling over your lashes. "That old man on the beach hit us for no reason at all, just because he could! Look at you, Tsukasa! You're deciding who lives and who dies based on your own hatred! You've become him!"

The silence that followed was suffocating. Tsukasa stood motionless, the shadows of the fire casting long, monstrous shapes behind him.

"I did this so no one would ever hurt you again," he said, his voice barely a breath.

"I would rather be hit a thousand times," you said, standing up and stepping away from him, "than stand beside a murderer."

The distance between you became an abyss.

You stopped eating the food he brought. You moved your sleeping fur to the farthest edge of the settlement. Whenever Tsukasa walked into a clearing, you walked out. He never forced you, never raised his voice, but the terrifying weight of his presence hung over you like a gallows.

Nikki, ever observant, saw it first.

She watched the way Tsukasa's eyes tracked you with a silent, agonizing desperation, and how you looked at him with nothing but pure, unadulterated fear and disgust.

One evening, while gathering firewood, Nikki pulled you into the brush, leading you to what you knew as a grave. Without a word, she handed you a small, heavy piece of metal connected to a wire. A cell phone—a miracle from the Kingdom of Science.

"If you hate this place," Nikki whispered hurriedly, eyes darting toward the camp, "there's a boy named Senku. He wants to save everyone. Every single person. No murder."

You took the receiver with trembling hands. When the crackling voice on the other end spoke—arrogant, logical, and entirely devoid of Tsukasa's tyrannical idealist madness—you nearly wept.

"I'm in," you whispered into the plastic. "Tell me what to do. I'll help you stop him."The war ended not with a slaughter, but with a truce—and then, a backstab.

Senku had leveraged the revival of Mirai to forge a peace with Tsukasa. The war was officially over. But as they stood near the cavern, Hyoga turned his spear on them. When the dust settled, Hyoga lay defeated, but Tsukasa was gravely wounded. Hyoga's spear had pierced his lung, a fatal blow in a world without modern surgery.

There was only one way to save him: place Tsukasa into cryo-sleep, freezing his body until Senku could eventually find a way to reinvent petrification and heal the injury.

Before Senku sealed the freezer, Tsukasa asked for one final thing. You.

You stepped into the dim, cold cave, staying several paces back. You were wearing the clothes of the Kingdom of Science, your arms crossed tightly over your chest, refusing to look him in the eye.

"You don't have to forgive me," Tsukasa rasped, an undeniable fondness sparking in his eyes. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his gaze was entirely fixed on you. "I know... what I've done. I know what I became in your eyes."

You didn't answer. You stood frozen, it was strange watching the man who had terrified you, the man who had shattered countless lives, now looking small and broken. "I just wanted..." Tsukasa’s voice broke, a shudder running through his massive frame as the frost began to creep up his arms. "I just wanted to make a world where the old man on the beach... couldn't hurt us. Where no one could ever hurt you again."

"You became the thing that hurt me most, Tsukasa," you whispered. Your voice was flat, hollowed out by grief and fury. "You saved Mirai. But you lost everything else. You... "

'You lost me.'

Those three words were left unsaid but you can tell Tsukasa knew. Deep in his heart, he knew that you'd resent him the moment you found out what he had been doing. But perhaps, he thought, you'd understand.

Perhaps you'd accept his idealogies and take them as your own.

Perhaps you'd be indifferent, content as long as he was by your side.

But there was no use of fantasizing alternative realities because as painful as it is, Tsukasa was living in a world where you stood firm in your beliefs.

And so, he'll accept it.

A single, bitter tear ran across Tsukasa's cheek. "I know," he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut. "I know."

You turned and left and as soon as you did, it was as if you sucked the light out of the cave, leaving him in the dark. You and walked out into the sunlight of the Kingdom of Science, never looking back. And you never will.

Both of you know that.

But only one will lament what the both of you once had.

❝ Thank you for reading this lovelies! ❞

[hells-hope]

Hello!! Funny thing is I click on x reader tag and the first post I see is you asking for more writing requests lolol

May I please request a Gen Asagiri x reader fic? Idm any premise or storyline except hurt/no comfort (but hurt/comfort is okay), artistic creativity is all yours!! And if (only if, just bc ik how specific it is) possible, may I request some involvement of psychology and/or cardistry just bc I find those aspects of his character so entertaining!

If possible as well could there be Senku and Ryusui too? If not thats okay!!

Tysm -🌌

gen had a habit of making people wonder whether he'd been listening to them or simply taking them apart psychologically for his own amusement. with you, unfortunately, he did both. he'd be idly shuffling a deck while you talked, cards slipping between his fingers in impossibly smooth little flourishes, and every now and then he'd glance up with that deceptively lazy smile. "hmm... interesting." "what?" "nothinggg." which, coming from gen, meant absolutely something. eventually you'd catch him watching your expression instead of the cards, and he'd cheerfully explain that he'd been testing a hypothesis about your reactions. you stared at him. "you were analyzing me?" "analyzing is such a harsh word. i'd say i'm appreciating your behavioral patterns." "...gen." "yesss?" "you're a freak." "and yet you keep hanging out with me. fascinating."

the problem was that you eventually started learning his tells, too. gen could read a room frighteningly well, but he wasn't accustomed to someone noticing the tiny changes in him—the particular card he'd fiddle with when he was thinking, the way his smile became slightly more genuine when he was actually impressed, the little pause before he'd deliver a particularly outrageous lie. one evening, you caught him midway through a card flourish and calmly said, "you're nervous." the card stopped between his fingers. gen stared. "...excuse me?" "you're nervous." "me? nervous? i'm practically serenity incarnate." you smiled knowingly. "you've shuffled that same card three times." silence. then gen's expression softened into something much more sincere than his usual theatrical grin. "...you're getting scary, you know." you raised an eyebrow. "learned from the best." he laughed, genuinely delighted. "ohhh, this is bad. i've created my own worst enemy."

this was 🤔🤔🤔🤔really hard to write🤔🤔 I'm sorry I didn't add Senku and Ryusui I had no idea what to write for them... 😭😭😭 hope you enjoyed 🌌🥹🥹

[shimpycaines333]

"Three is the best number, is it not?"

Stanxeno but mostly xeno x reader!

Fluff + hurt/comfort.

Cw: spoilers! Xeno yaps a lot!

Notes: I'm not going to be writing for gachiauta right now. Due to my intense special interests, I can only focus on one piece of media at a time... and drst is a lot easier to write for! Being that it's finished and I don't have to worry about mischaracterizing anybody.

~~~ ☆

The Kingdom of Science had done it.

Senku, Kohaku, and Stan— they were in space. Petrified for now, though. Its only been a few hours since the launching of the spaceship.

You were happy. As a person of science, any advancement towards the progession of humanity was wonderful.

However...

You had only just gotten Stanley back, and he was already sent off on another particularly unpredictable journey.

'I can do it.' He said. After so many years of knowing him, you know better than to disbelieve him. You know he can do it. Your heart still felt weighted with worry nontheless.

You let out a heavy sigh.

"Something weighing on your mind?" Came Xeno's smooth voice as he approached from behind, his hand found your shoulder.

"No... well, perhaps a bit."

"Do tell. You know you're more than welcome to."

You finally turned to look at him, unable to completely erase the worried furrow of your brow.

"How confident are you that their expedition will go as planned?"

At this, his face settled into something akin to understanding, as if reading your thoughts.

"Ah. I see."

A moment of silence came after, which he used to pull you closer to him, just shy of being fully pressed against his side.

"You're concerned about Stan, yes? Well, truth be told, its nearly impossible not to be. Anything can happen in the vast expanse of space. We don't know if our stone world science can prove satisfactory compared to our modern science. There's a countless number of things that could go wrong."

You gave him a displeased look. His ramblings are doing very little to make you feel better.

He hummed. "Sorry, darling."

"I miss him, Xe. We just got him back... he's already missed so much.." your voice broke at the end, and you blinked back the tears that threatened to spill.

"What will we do if they don't make it?"

"They will. He will. He'll defeat the mysterious 'why-man' with Senku and Kohaku, and return safe and sound to us once again. It's only a matter of waiting." He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, like an apology for not being more comforting.

"Things will begin to settle into how they used to be, once he comes back. He'll come live with us again, and we won't have any more mysterious global events like petrification anymore."

This nerd. Ever since you'd met him in high-school, he'd go on his impossibly long ramblings over anything he deemed worth spending time on. Which was a lot.

You loved him, though. Through his fancy words, you felt his love for you and Stanley, just as strong.

You stood in silence for a long while. His arm was warm around you, his clawed glove tapping mindlessly at the side of your neck, the feeling of cold metal keeping you from drowning in your thoughts.

His watch beeped.

"Ah... the time for slacking off if over. I have to get back to the control center."

"I understand. It's almost time to unpetrify them, huh?"

"Indeed, my dear. Feel free to go rest. Don't wait up on me." He tilted your head to the side, pressing one last feather-light kiss to your lips, before disappearing back inside.

You still felt worry for Stan, but Xeno's patient sympathy and the strength of your trio bond kept you feeling stable.

You only had to hold out until they came back.

~~~ ☆

Teehee. I plan to write a pt 2 for Stanley's return.

[stvrbrighttt]

a group member made me cry from his sheer incompetence and for that, I will be writing an angsty Tsukasa oneshot to vent my anger

[hells-hope]

ONLY ONE REQUEST GUYS DOES EBERYONEJATEME OR DO I JUST NEED TO TAG THINGS BETTER AYAYHRHRHRHRHRHRG

requests are open guys...

read pinned post first tho 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

edit aug 16: reqs closed ..

[thelonestarinthesky]

A little initiative can go a very long long way [part 1] | Dr. Stone

Based off this request!!

Pairing: Magma x F!reader x Kinro

a/n: wrote this listening to a man's best friend by Sabrina, this is a small series, like 4 parts, not proofread!!

Tags: reader has some inappropriate thoughts about magma and kinro, Kinro and reader fall first magma falls harder, the three are stupid and hopeless

Summary: senku believes his sister must have a loose screw, out of everyone in the kingdom of science, she falls for—magma??? and Kinro??

"Honestly, I want to find a guy that's smart, but not crazy smart like you because out of the two of us, I'm the prettier and normal one."

Senku looks over his sister that's barely older than him by two years, she's a senior while he's a sophomore.

She was on her phone, scrolling through social media as she leans up against the table near the window, she had just gotten her nails done yesterday after dragging him to a salon after school.

"...wouldn't say normal to be exact." He mutters as she gasps, looking at him offended.

"You love science more than anything else! How many girls confessed to you this year and you rejected them like it was an everyday occurrence?!"

He shrugs his shoulders, looking bored.

"Well, it's so hard finding a boyfriend these days, not that I have ever found one because you always scare them off!!" She points at him scowling.

Senku avoids her furious stare, "...me? Scare other guys? I would never, not interested in love." He clears his throat when she leans in to glare at him.

"...well, maybe that one guy from your homeroom and the other two from down the hall..." he trails off as she huffs.

Resting her cheek against the palm of her hand as she stares outside.

"...maybe two boyfriends would be nice.."

Senku chokes at this, looking at her in disbelief.

She looks back at him, grinning mischievously, ruby eyes twinkling, "what? Can't a girl dream? Besides, that will never happen."

Before Senku could say anything else, Taiju barges into the science room, yelling at the top of his lungs.

And soon after, a green light came into view as Taiju was in the middle of confessing to Yuzuriha outside near the big tree.

Everything was dark and quiet, [Name] never once experience a silence this loud, Senku would always talk her ear off and it was strange not hearing him.

She wonders if this was death, she hopes at least Senku is safe before losing consciousness.

Waking up 3700+ years later made your head spin, the clothes were definitely not your style since Senku made them himself.

"...maybe he won't care if I alter them just a little bit..?" You mumbles as you hold the dress up to your naked body, the dress was too long. It goes all the way down past your knees and knowing Senku's plan to revive humanity, moving around in this is gonna be a pain.

After an hour, you finally finish altering the dress but maybe you cut the skirt a bit too short since it kept sliding up everytime you walked. Plus you gave the dress a open slit on the back that goes dangerous low, showing off the skin on your back.

"Oh well." You shrug your shoulders, putting the item you used to cut the dress and walking outside Chrome's hut. "I'm the older one so he has no say in how I dress." Mumbling under your breathe as you reach the ground underneath.

So long story short, from when you were revived, Senku, Kohaku, Kinro were going to enter this fighting thing, not you remember the exact details.....but apparently the winner gets to marry Kohaku's older sister. So she was probably around your age.

Humming to yourself, you wonder if Senku would fight like Kohaku would to make sure you wouldn't have to marry a complete stranger. Shrugging while shaking your head, you continue walking over to everyone else was.

"There's no way you two are siblings." Kohaku says as you sat down next to Kinro who tensed up next to you as you smile at her.

"What makes you think that?"

She stares at you then Senku, "...you don't have crazy hair like him but your eyes are the same color." She points outs.

"I actually inherited our mother's genes more, before they passed, our father would say I looked just like her."

Senku nods at this, continuing to eat his dinner as Suika giggles. "I can totally see that! Senku is the smart sibling and you're the pretty one!"

You laugh at this, "and Suika is the cutest one in the village." Adding to her words.

Soon enough, the fire slowly burnt out and one by one, everyone went their separate ways to end to bed.

Staring up at the stars, you soon realize that it was just you and Kinro still there. He was quiet, a hand on his spare as he looks at the burnt wood in front of you.

"...Kinro, right?" You call out quietly.

He blinks upon hearing his name, "oh, yes. [Name]. Am I saying it right?" Kinro asks as you grin back at him, hugging your knees to your chest.

"Yup! You know you don't have to stay here, my little brother must be making you and your brother work to death so you must be tired."

Kinro stares at you, "...you and Senku might be like Ginro and I, siblings but entirely different personality wise. You're outgoing and positive, he's all about sorcery and smart."

"Science." You correct him.

"...right, science." He corrects himself as he sighs, closing his eyes only to open them to see that you had lean in close to his face, pouting.

"I can be smart too! My little brother might be the next Einstein of this new world but I spent all my life helping him with his projects to not at least be considered smart. I practically soaked up his knowledge."

His face flushes at your proximity, his eyes staring into yours. His lips open slightly, mutters to you—"your eyes, they have a hint of [E/C] in them."

Blinking at this, you look at him surpised before realizing that you were so close to him.

"A-anyways! It's getting late, you're gonna fight in the grand thing or something so you should get some sleep!" You jump to your feet, waving at him frantically before running off to where Senku was sleeping in. He was laying on the floor, luckily he knew how much his own sister would complain about sleeping on the hard surface so he made sure to make some pillows.

"Good night, Senku." You mumbles tiredly

"Night."

And after a good silence just as he was about to dozed off, he heard you mumbles something sleepily.

"....you think Byakuya is okay?"

@frootloopscos I decided to make your request into a mini series! Gotta make up for taking a year into writing your request!