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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
The Darwinist VS The Hedonist (ft. F!Reader)
I don't care! What I want, I take. And I want to play with you, pretty little thing.
♡♡♡
THUD
The sharp sound of a powerful weapon meeting solid wood echoes throughout the campsite. The forceful impact splits the stem, sending a creak through the trunk before a panicked shriek cuts the air.
The source of the piercing cry is a young woman, her body shaking like a leaf. The poor soul is petrified with horror after a spearhead impaled the tree with force and precision — just a breath next to her head.
A hand reaches out and wrenches the jagged spear from the battered trunk, its sharp tip gliding free. “Aww, did I scare you?” purrs a deep voice with mock innocence.
“What a beauty you are. How come I only notice you now?” The man leers down at the trembling girl with a smug smile, imagining all the things he will do to her once the sun sinks. His hungry eyes devour every detail of her body, lingering on her silky hair, those kissable lips, her soft curves...
He reaches out with his large, calloused hand, eager to take whatever he wants — just like he always did back in the Petrification Kingdom. As its strongest warrior, no one ever dared cross him unless they wanted it to be the last thing they ever did in their insignificant lives.
But instead of meeting the warmth of soft skin, his fingers collide with freezing metal.
The deadly point of a kudayari blocks his greedy hand, stopping Moz dead in his tracks before he can touch her.
“It seems I have gone too lightly on you. You still have the energy to fool around, wasting your time with the absurd pursuit of physical gratification instead of the relentless refinement of your skills. If you have already lost interest in learning the Owari Kan Ryu style, then tell me now. I will not teach anyone who isn’t dedicated.”
Moz turns his head to watch his future conquest use Hyoga’s interception to scurry away like a frightened little mouse. “Heh.” His annoyance quickly melts into pure amusement as he realizes Hyoga isn't quite as cold and ruthless as he pretends to be.
This is going to be fun.
Turning back to his fellow spearman with a mocking grin, his words laced with pure mischief. “Oh, really?” He drawls, the words rolling off his tongue with a hint of arrogance, a smug smirk plastered on his handsome face. “Hey, Hyoga, let’s make this interesting. When I beat you — and I will one day — I’ll get her,” he nods at the girl’s retreating form, “as my trophy.”
The white-haired man stops abruptly, his purple eyes pinning Moz to the spot with their icy intensity.
The shit-eating grin on Moz’s face gets even wider; he can’t believe the ever-so-calculating spearman took his bait. Reveling in his own arrogance, he continues to provoke the aloof fighter, deeply amused by this rare crack in Hyoga's composure. “I can already see her writhing under me, mewling in pleasure and—”
Moz barely avoids the spear thrust aimed at his head in time, the tree behind him exploding into thousands of wood chunks.
“You’re talking as if you’ve already bested me.” Hyoga withdraws his kudayari, the sharp blade glinting menacingly in the sunlight. “But you’re not even close. Your technique is sloppy at best and outright offensive at worst. You won’t be able to beat me any time soon — maybe never, if you keep fooling around.”
“Well, well, well,” Moz says, dragging the words out. “And here I thought all you value is strength and capabilities. Yet here you are, getting all mushy for a girl.”
The tip of Hyoga’s blade didn’t waver. It rests a mere inch from Moz’s throat, the steel reflecting the harsh sunlight.
“I value competence,” Hyoga states flatly, “And right now, her contributions to the Kingdom of Science far exceed your sloppy, undisciplined behavior. If you attempt to compromise the focus of its workers to satisfy your fleeting physical whims again, I will personally filter you out of this ecosystem. Do not test my patience, Moz.”
With a sharp flick of his wrist, Hyoga snaps his weapon back, the wind from the movement ruffling Moz's hair. He turns and strides away, leaving a tense, suffocating silence behind.
Moz smirked, his grip tightening on his own spear. The lazy playfulness was gone, replaced by a competitive glint. “A filtering, huh? Now that sounds like a challenge.”
I love the idea of Homura being Hyoga’s wing woman (just as much as I love the idea of them sharing an S/O but that’s a post for another time-)
Like Hyoga would be trying to naturally get into situations where he has to be around S/O, so he’d have Homora set it up😭
Or the three of them would be hanging out and Homura just randomly disappears
Time for a Hyoga Akatsuki fic! I noticed there seemed to be a lack of fluff Hyoga fics (WE all know why), so I thought, why not? This will be one of my few that's AFTER the petrification. I just got this idea of a Hyoga trying to eat the meat at the camp (because let's be real, that's probably the only food they had, along with maybe some of the native plants that were actually recognizable) and disliking the unrefined taste. It’s not like it has any seasoning except salt, and that's gotta get boring as hell after the first week. But one day, he discovers a resident has been hiding their cooking skills and decides to get some of the good stuff, and just so happens to fall in love on the way.
He was beginning to get sick of meat every single day. Hyoga Akatsuki, the right-hand man to Tsukasa Shishio, sat by the fire. Brutes sat around him chowing down on skewers. Occasionally, just meat cooked on a bone. The night was still young, with the only light sources being the glow of the embers and the moonlight with stars. Yuzuriha fueled the fire, Taiju carrying the wood as she placed it in. They both seemed like “interesting” individuals. They apparently had both been a part of the scientist Senku’s team before his death. Such a shame, really. Hyoga stood up; he might as well go wash up before bed. He didn’t have an appetite at the moment.
The walk to the stream was quiet; he preferred that over those brutes talking about irrelevant information. The foliage was dense, so he had to lower his spear on his back so it wouldn’t catch on branches above. Eventually, he made it to the stream. It was crystal clear water with moonlight dancing over its ripples. Also very cold, he rinsed his face. Even with the blurry water reflection, he could tell his petrification scars on his face were still prominent. They felt rough under his fingertips; he still had to get used to that. He doubted they would fade. That’s when he smelled it, this rich scent. Not just the basic meat amenities the camp provides. No, this was the smell of something different, something familiar. Was that? Clams?
Meanwhile, [reader] was just finishing the last perfection of her meal. She had made steamed clams, ones she had personally had to scrub. Using chili oil she had made personally for a dipping sauce. Thank god, even after 3700 years, some of the plants imported had taken root natively. Now she would enjoy these clams with spice on top of rice. She had even found some spring onions as a final garnish! Perfect! Nothing could ruin this. The wooden paddle moved smoothly as she scooped rice, clam, and some of the dipping oil into a bowl. The sprinkle of the chopped greens added the last layer. This cooking process made her reminisce about the old world. Despite having been revived due to her extreme speed in track skills, she had actually cooked for her family daily. Her family, she missed them. Her little brother’s giggles, her older sister’s advice, her Mom arriving home with a bright smile, talking about her work day. Hopefully, their revival would be soon. She had already hidden her mother’s statue from Tsukasa. She couldn’t lose another parent. One day, she would snag 3 bottles and run away with her and her siblings. But until that time came, she would stay hidden, enjoying her carefully prepared meals and pretending to be just a runner. First, she would have to gain trust, stay here for at least a year or two, before Tsukasa would finally lower his guard.
Hyoga pushed past the foliage before his eyes lay upon a woman. She sat in a small, hidden-away clearing. He doubted anyone would have found it if the smell had not been so enticing. She faced a fire, but instead of skewers stuck in dirt by it, stones were layered and clayed together into a stove appearance. On top of this stove was what seemed to be a pot that was steaming. That girl, [reader], was it? She was a part of the hunting party. Though she rarely participated, instead running messages throughout the empire. Then, that smell wafted back through his mask to his nose. The bowl, it sat in front of her, with actual clams and rice! With garnish!
“What do we have here?”
She whipped her head around. Oh shit! Hyoga stood tall, towering over her from behind like a long shadow with his black cloak.
“Oh, Hyoga! Just some dinner! That’s all!”
He opened his eyes into slits, studying her carefully.
“That seems different from the usual ration, care to elaborate on the ingredients for that dinner?”
She quickly hid it behind her back. She didn’t want to turn into the entire cook’s camp. Why did Tsukasa’s right hand have to show up when she was just about to start eating?
“I got all the ingredients myself; I do not see a problem.”
“You can guess what I want.”
She sighed. It’s not like she could refuse. She wouldn’t risk losing trust over something as silly as a bowl. Still…
“Here,” [reader] handed him a bowl. It smelled delicious. He didn’t have a second thought. It was delicious. She ate her own.
[Reader] was pleasantly surprised. She had expected him to eat like the rest of the brutes at camp. Instead, he was carefully savoring every bite with stoicism. The cold air bit at his stomach before, now it was warmed by a sweet, tender, spicy clam. It was welcome, it was Proper.
“Do you make these meals every night?” He took another bite, studying her carefully.
“Yes,” [Reader] kept her eyes on her bowl as she ate. Yet she could feel his eyes digging into her.
He finished his food with a scrape of his spoon.
“I request you make one of these meals for me daily.”
“Yes.”
This is how it started. A cold exchange of food that occurs daily. That lasted a week. Soon, it got hard to eat these new meals with his mask on, so he took it off. He expected the usual hassle. Maybe a gasp, or a disgusted glare. But she didn’t even react, just kept eating her food after a simple glance. Not in an awkward look away, more like she didn’t care.
“You are not surprised.” He studied her yet again, but unlike his usual, it was curiosity more than essential intel.
“I have seen worse.” She continued eating, having adapted to his intense gaze around the first 3 days.
“And what was worse?”
“My father, he died in a house fire. His scars healed over when he was in a coma for a while, but his body was too damaged to repair and gave out.” Her eyes watered slightly; she looked younger for a moment, like a scared child. That moment disappeared as quickly as it came when she wiped her face and returned to her meal. Though she still seemed sorrowful.
This is what intrigued him enough to actually start conversing during their meals. Within the month, they both knew quite a lot of personal details about one another, and a mutual trust within this bond had formed. Hyoga looked forward to these meals as a chance to talk in quiet while [reader] sought refuge from her troubles with the brooding warrior. She hadn’t realized how much she missed sharing a meal with conversation until she began talking with Hyoga. She was the first to realize her feelings, though this realization had occurred over a long period of time, noticing small things like how his stoic facade would melt with savory meats, or how he always tapped his fingers when he was hungry. Meanwhile, Hyoga’s realization came all at once like a floodgate finally bursting open. Though even with large quantities of water rushing past a gate, you could still look away and ignore it until it became a problem. This analogy was similar to Hyoga’s realization.
“Welcome back, Hyoga.” She was already scooping portions into bowls.
“Something new today?” He sat down beside her as usual, though it seemed closer by the passing days.
“Soba, I heard from Homura that you were quite fond of it in the old world. I just so happened to frequently make it from scratch. It wasn’t that hard.” She smiled warmly, holding out the bowl for him.
“Please, enjoy.” He took the bowl, still staring at her, his jaw dropped behind his mask. He was so screwed. His face felt like it was heating up significantly as his hand brushed hers. She went back to eating while he still stared. How did he never notice how beautiful [Reader’s] smile was? He hadn’t recalled seeing her smile before. He wanted to see more of it. Wait, what? What was he thinking?
You...could've picked a better crush
I decided to knock this out pretty quickly because I got a vague idea and ran with it. That being said, it’s not too serious or long, and I might be a bit off with the girls. But, I decided to practice writing the women of the kingdom of might lol. So, I hope you enjoy, and I’m sorry if it’s not as humorous or lengthy as the other ones. I might be a bit tired from my gift writing lol.
HOMURA MOMIJI
“Homura, y-you weren’t supposed to find out about this.” Y u awkwardly told your friend. Unable to look at the pink-haired woman who sat above you on a tree branch. “P-plus, it’s not a serious crush! I-It’s just, y’know, a physical crush!” You continued despite your friends silence. “He’s just pretty. I’m not looking to date him or anything.”
Homura only looked down at you while you continued to try and assure her of your fleeting interest in Hyoga Akatsuki without a word. Her dark-pink eyes alight with a spark of amusement. The gymnast seemingly entertained at how you tried to save yourself from the painful awkwardness of her crush being outed by Minami.
“Look, c-can you just say something? Are you even mad? Do you hate me? Can I make it up to you?” You finally plead. And, Homura hummed and jumped down at last. “It’s fine. I know he wouldn’t like you back if you tried. You’re also not the only woman who has a crush on him.” She told you, and you had to simply swallow the punch to your ego to nod. “So you aren’t mad?…” “No. How about we go check the tiger traps?” Homura suggested. “Only if you promise not to push me into it.” You laughed, only for the laugh to fade when your pink-haired friend just walked away.
NIKKI HANADA
“Say sike.” Nikki told you after you told her of your feelings for Hyoga. So, you threw your arms open. “Why?! You asked me if I’ve had any embarrassing crushes, I told you!” You defended, and Nikki laughed with a shake of her head. “You clearly have horrible tastes, that’s why! Pick someone else to have a crush on!” She demanded, though it was obviously light-hearted, so you rolled your eyes at her words.
Thankfully, she didn’t seem to actually judge you, so the heat in your face could fade rather easily. And, she had no issue when you asked, “By the way, can you not, y’know, tell the others about my crush on Hyoga?” She just waved your concern off. “Of course I won’t tell anyone. But I might jab you about it still.” She grinned. Which, got you to scowl at her across the fire you sat at.
YUZURIHA OGAWA
Yuzuriha only hummed when you told her about your crush on Hyoga. The conversation of who the two of you liked in the kingdom of might stalled while she digested your admission. “I mean...he’s not to my tastes, but so long as you don’t get yourself hurt or anything, it’s harmless.” She finally shrugged before she returned to her laundry washing. “That’s it?” You asked. Gawking at the brunette slightly with your own portion of the chore forgotten. “I thought you’d sneer at me or call me stupid for liking him.” You said, but Yuzuriha only shrugged again. “I don’t think you should date Hyoga, but like I said, it seems mostly harmless. Plus, it’s not really my place to tell you not to like him.” she pointed out, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Yuzu having to catch the clothes you’d let go of in your giggling fit. “Why are you laughing so much?!” “It’s just refreshing! Most people would think I’m crazy!” You said, and Yuzuriha gave her own small laugh at that. “Oh, I guess that makes sense.” She ended up giggling with you for a bit after that. So, the embarrassment of your admission was mitigated.
Naga
DIE 4 U - Kami Kehoe
You make me lose my mind / You're always on my mind / And I don't care if no one wants me with you / 'Cause I only wanna be here with you / No one's ever loved me like you / Take my heart alive / 'Cause I will always be here for you / Even when you don't want me to / All I ever wanted was you / Takе my heart alive / 'Cause I would diе for you
Meeting as children, shy friendships blooming, the summer breeze through open shoji doors, begrudging side quests, the smell of tatami, freshly picked wildflowers, running through the rain, sneaking onto the roof to watch the stars, promises made with hidden fingers crossed, growing up together over the years, falling behind as the other succeeds, drifting apart, regrets of true feelings never shared before it all fades to black, finding each other again when it seems everything has fallen apart, regaining your footing on a friendship that seemingly faded away, finding confidence in one another again.
Missing Limbs - Sleep Token
'Cause it still makes my blood run cold/ To remember what they did before/ The stories that you never told to me/ Oh, but worry not/ The blessings rain on battles in the heaven's arms/ And my polite advances won't last for long/ The eager apprehension is wearing off/ I'd give anything/ To balance your conviction with certainty/ To fall asleep without you lying next to me/ To sever my connection with everything/ And I'll live like I've got missing limbs for you
Lies hidden in whispered reassurances, slowly watching yourself be replaced, the cold sting of betrayal, not recognizing someone you thought you knew, the cold edge of a blade pressed to a throat, the bitter taste of poison on your tongue, promises broken, trust forever lost, finding yourself again, reluctantly being reunited, avoiding contact, forced conversations, explosive arguments, blank stares, half-hearted apologies, rushed confessions, blood-stained hands, a renewed determination to fix things, slowly rebuilding trust.
It All Comes Back - Lord Huron
You played me a fool/ I heard your words/ But none of them were true/ I'd rather die than lie to you/ It all comes back to you/ It all comes back to you/ Loops in my mind/ Spinning circles in time/ Living infinite lives/ Are they mine? I can't be sure/ But I've seen this before/ When you walk through the door/ Which way will you go?
Ok so I may have lost the plot at some point with this one but in my defense, it's been a very long time since I've done one of these because of life but yeah Hyoga my beloved auuugghhh
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Dividers by @uzmacchiato
HYOGA. 05
It was by chance that he had met you, and sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t met you then. What the world would look like if he had never met you— and this scares him, it scares him greatly. Far more than he'd like to admit.
The path he took on his morning runs just so happened to intersect the path you took to walk your dog. It wasn’t a particularly grand meeting, but he liked it that way. At first, he merely noticed you since there weren’t too many people so early in the morning. He couldn’t remember what exactly it was, but conversation had naturally started after you greeted him ‘good morning’.
However, as the days went by you continued to fill his mind. By the time he had realized, he loved the way you talked with your hands and he found your smile contagious. It was unlike him, but he thought being with you for even a few minutes a day made the world glow with a little more colour.
So, by the time he had noticed, he was already in love with you. And sometimes he wonders what his world would look like if he had woken up just a bit later or earlier— how dull it would be if he had never met you.
Not that he’d ever tell you.
500 blurb fest !
Red science 1
Hyouga x fem!reader
Set during the winter after the official beginning of the stone wars. You're a scientist! One that supports Tsukasas views fully. Multi chapter series.
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
A/n: Ive been starved for Hyoga content, painfully so. This chapter is kinda slow but i promise the next one will be more interesting!
