Senku: No Offense But I’m Kinda Glad We Only Live Once Because I Cannot Do This Shit Again.

The day you noticed Lucifer was using his wings to court you.

☆彡 In birds, there is a great variety of nuptial displays at the time of courtship, especially in species that have melodious songs or show very striking plumage.

Little did you know, this would include angels or the king of hell himself.

☆ English isn't my first language. Sorry in advance.

☆ The reader is g/n; no pronouns or y/n are used.

You were always fond of birds, and you dedicated much of your life to helping preserve endangered species. You studied them, spent countless hours learning about the hundreds of species, a lot of diets and their behaviors.

This didn’t seem to stop once you found yourself in Hell; in fact, once you discovered there were a bunch of sinners with bird-like features, you just seemed content to be there.

When you arrived at the Hazbin hotel, you claimed one of the spare rooms as your personal studio, and after what you have called "the toughest battle in your life," you convinced Alastor to let you have a camera "as long as you never get that frivolous technology box near me."

Husk had to ask you not so politely to stop when you first met. Before you could even take his hand, you had started to ask questions about their wings; sometimes you even wrote on an oh-so-worn notebook of yours; it became a common topic of discussion between the two of you. When you forget he has work to do and start to take multiple pictures of his wings and even try to take one of his wings when he is not looking, Angel starts to think that your bartender friend is about to lose it, and you will end with a scratch or two.

Besides that, one could say that your presence in the hotel was appreciated; you could be found watching some funny shows on TV with Angel and never saying no to Vaggie when she asked for a favor. Soon, you started to feel part of the hotel, and the rest of the staff agreed with that.

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Lucifer was nothing like any man you had met in life or hell; he was, to put it simply, an awkward guy, always so silly yet so elegant. He had managed to get you longing for his presence more often than you would like to admit.

You are not sure how you and Lucifer became friends, but having a shared interest in ducks seemed to help. You gave him all kinds of facts about them, and he would step by your room every so often to show you the new rubber duck he was working on. Not that you're complaining, but one of his ducks set your courtains on fire on an occasion.

Charlie says that she is proud of his "social advances,” as she used to call your interactions. Seeing him out of his office more often and having an actual conversation with someone seems to make the princess happy and less worried about her father, and if that someone turns out to be you, it is so much better!

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The first time you noticed this weird behavior of his was the day you two met. You couldn’t help but mention, after his bickering with Alastor over who was Charlie’s father figure, that you found his wings precious. Lucifer, being the prideful man he is, wasted no time on extending his wings only for your delight, a smirk on his face as he saw your eyes wide admiring that part of him; they were so magnificent, you could swear they were shining in the light of the room, and you'd die to see if the feathers were as soft as they seemed.

Just a simple touch, please.

Before returning his wings to their place, there was a flutter of his wings, so slow that there was no way someone could notice.

But you weren't just someone; you knew it. What a coincidence! You could recap an article about some birds courtship.

The second time you saw it, you were in your room minding your own business. He came to you with a smile, but your eyes were looking past him, his wings on full display as he greeted you. There, his wings started flutter again, now lasting more than the last time. Now there is no way it was just a coincidence. “My eyes are up here, darling,” he said, that smirk on his face turning into a pout as you were not paying him enough attention. You just shake your head, focus on the man before you, returning your full attention to him, and the pout on his lips dissapears immediately as your eyes are on him.

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You are getting crazy; every time you get a glimpse of him, you find his wings moving in an oh-so-familiar way that you could swear it was a courtship dance, every time bolder than before.

That is when you decided to confront him, getting just a chuckle from him. It made you think maybe it was just your imagination, and you finally lost your mind.

While sitting on the hotel balcony, Lucifer was telling you one of his ideas for this new rubber duck. He said it would be the best one he would work on so far, even though you doubted that. Then you stopped listening, your eyes fixated on his wings. Every time he looked at you, they would flutter not so subtly, distracting you from everything around you. Your head rested on your palm, almost feeling bad for not listening to his rambling.

"Luci, you're courting me." It was supposed to be a question, but by the way the king of hell stopped his rambling and, looking at you with wide eyes, you found that maybe it was not.

"And what would make you think that?" He said mocking you, he also rested his head in one of their hands.

"Your wings, the way you move them," you pointed to his wings; they stopped his movements when you mentioned it; he just chuckled, then started to laugh. Was he laughing at you? It made you want to hide yourself from him; was it your imagination? No way.

"So you finally notice," he then said. Once his laugh was gone, he adjusted himself on his seat. Now, with both of his hands holding his face and looking at you with a smirk, his wings started to flutter once more. "I thought it would take you less time, may I be honest"

"Actually, I noticed it long ago; I thought it was just my—" You felt the air leaving your lungs once he got on his feet and moved closer to you. "...Just my imagination." You were not strange to his proximity, but this time he just looked so imponent, wings on full display and fluttering around. Now it was definitely a courtship dance, and you were on the receiving end.

"Now, what do you think?" He hovered over you who still sitting, a hand resting on the back of your seat, taking one of your hands on his and kissing your knuckles. The kiss lasted longer than you thought was the average time for one, and even then he didn’t let go of your hand. "Was my dance enough to impress you, darling?" Now, looking into his eyes, you could only see adoration, awaiting your response.

You couldn't speak; you can't imagine the king of hell pulling up something like this for you.

"My dear, please talk to me," he pleaded, a sigh leaving his lips as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel his warm breath in your skin, burning like hellfire.

"It was," you said, Lucifer now turning his face to look at you. You took his face in your hands and moved him closer, he gave you an inquisitive look but with no intention to move from your touch. "I should have mentioned it earlier; it was quite impressive." You smiled, and he did the same.

Now, how long you two kissed, you also don't remember; what you remember, however, is how he held you against him as if you were just about to disappear right then, and that when you finally got to touch his wings, you were proved wrong.

His feathers were much softer than you have imagined.

This idea came to me yesterday when my dad showed me a reel of a lady bird who epically ignored the male who was dancing to her, I felt so bad and immediately thought about Lucifer.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated 💞

Gohan my sweet innocent insect-loving child

Sirius: Oi, Moony! I ran into your future husband today!

Remus, confused: But Sirius, we're-

James, ever the enthusiastic wingman: Yeah, he really bruised his face on the mirror.

Sirius, disappointed: Prongs, that was MY line!

Remus, melting on the inside: Idiots.

since these two are coming back like in less than a week

regulus: i have a gun

james: and? are you threatening me?

regulus: yes

james: go ahead. shoot me. i'm not scared.

regulus: no

regulus: say another word i'm gonna shoot myself

Can I request a senku x reader where he overhears the reader, his crush that he thinks wouldn't be interested in him,talking about her feelings for him (her fluffy cute feelings and also her thirst)

Senku x Fem. Crush Reader

This one was a nice, simple one, so thanks!

Note (For anyone): I will finish your request, I promise. So please don't spam me with rq's because I don't answer quick enough for you, thanks :)

Want more from me? Then you're gonna ten billion percent like my Masterlist 2, so check it out!

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🧪Eavesdropping🧪(Dr. Stone)

Warning(s): Pre-stone world, cursing bestie lol, totally imagine another name for the best if you want

You vent to your bestie at the end of your afterschool club...but you didn't know Senku had planned to pick you up to walk together.

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So Senku did pick you up from your club, but usually, he stayed busy longer than you did, so you ended up heading to the science club and helping him out to leave. You were both club presidents and best friends, so you often walked together after closing up and cleaning.

But today was one of those rare days, the club members left the room spic and span--not a paper to be seen--and he was caught up with the experiment he'd been working on.

He figured he'd help you finish up cleaning and leave.

But just as he reached for the knob, he heard your friend's voice. He rolled his eyes, well, your other best friend. But he was the best of your best friends. You knew him longer.

"So what's the deal with you and Ishigami?"

You nervously laughed, "W-what do you mean...we're best friends, you know that--"

"I don't believe that for one minute. Do you mean to tell me you don't like him at all?"

"Obviously I like him, or else we wouldn't be friends," you cleaned a plastic paint tray from the tall stack you had beside you.

"You know damn well that's not the like I meant," she stacked up the dry canvases, carrying them to lean against a wall.

"Well, I..."

"Bitch, spill it already."

"Fine," you whined, "I might have a little itty bitty crush...that's been there for years..."

"Knew it. Why haven't you told 'im?"

"Did you just ask that, Imani? He's Senku. He thinks romance is illogical. He hates the idea of it. If I came up to him and said, 'Hey, Senku. I find you highly attractive, can we go on a date or something?' he'd totally turn me down."

She smirked over at you, "What do you like about him?"

"Well, his intelligence--that's a given. He'd definitely be the person I'd choose to be stranded on an island with."

Imani wiggled her brows, "Stranded on an island, alone?"

You squeaked at the implication, water droplets splashing on your shirt, "Don't go there!"

"What else do you like about him?" she grunted as she lifted more canvases.

"Well...how much he cares, even though he plays it off. You can feel like the most worthless being in the world and he'll somehow find a purpose for you. Always considerate of his friends. And he's absolutely adorable when he rants or nerds out about the things he likes," you couldn't help but smile as flashes of memory came to mind.

It was taking him a second to process this...he wasn't imagining you were talking about him as a man instead of just a friend, right?

Imani snorted, "You're down bad."

"I--It's not that bad."

"Mhm."

You moved on to washing the paintbrushes, "Besides. It's kind of pointless anyway if it isn't reciprocated, right?"

Imani sighed, turning to you, "The feelings won't go away overnight. Besides, it's not like you're some unhealthily obsessed person who'll kill anyone who talks to him or anything. It's simply feelings you have."

"Yeah..."

She smiled at you again, "What else do you like about him?"

"I like when we do experiments together--Not those types of experiments, clear that gutter right now! I meant science experiments with chemicals and stuff. I only know some of the basics since I grew up around him, but overall, I don't know shit. But...he teaches me, anyway. Even when he has to dumb things down for me, he still has patience and makes it enjoyable for me."

"That makes you really happy, huh?"

You fail to hide a grin, "More than I'd admit. It makes me even happier when he does artsy stuff with me--it's not often--but I appreciate it when he does. I know painting and crafts aren't really his thing."

Senku couldn't help the small smile that twitched onto his face.

He only did that because it's something you liked to do. It gave him an excuse to spend time with you in another way.

"It's a compromise."

"But lately...t-things have been a little different."

Imani raised curious brows, "Different?"

"Yeah...um...the other day Senku had this experiment he was doing outside. I happened to be coming though but I didn't realize how dangerous it was and he moved me out of the way."

He remembers that--instinct kicked in.

Imani pointed to your hands, "[Name] you've already cleaned that brush."

"Oh!"

She smirked at the expression you had on your face, "What happened?"

"Well, it was supposed to explode. So he grabbed me and rolled us out of the way in the grass--we were so close..." you fiddled with a paint-riddled brush.

She gasped, "Did y'all kiss?"

"W-what? No! No! He just covered my body but we managed to get far enough to just feel the burn from it.--He used a hand to protect me from the sidewalk under my head."

"Ishigami pulled some action-movie-type shit."

"Yeah..."

"What? What is it?"

"I guess...I started to look at him more--ah, a little differently since then," you bit your lip.

"Oh?~"

"I--I started to pay more attention. To his walk, his voice--I notice I look at his forearms and hands a lot, too."

"His hands?"

You swallow, "Mhm...I wish he wore rings sometimes, he'd pull them off..."

"Girl!" Imani laughed in glee, "Thirsty as hell!"

You shyly picked at the counter, "Yeah...a little."

"You don't uh...think about him at uh...interesting times, do you?"

Your body heated up, "No, no! That'd be weird! It'd be weird to do that without him knowing! I mean, I know it's a hormonal thing, but..."

Senku's face reddened at the thought of his hormones getting to him once...he would not think about that, never again.

"You should at least let him know at some point. It's gotta be tiring to keep it from him."

"It can be--It makes things a little awkward for me."

He had to end this, he pulled out his phone and sent you a text.

He heard your phone chime.

"It's Senku."

"Speak of the devil."

"Says something about needing to talk to me for a sec, I'll go meet him at the science club room. You can leave the rest to me, Imani, there isn't a lot left."

"Exactly, so I'll finish up. Go talk to him."

You giggle, "Alright, you're a real one. I owe you!"

As soon as you close the door, you're caged between two arms.

And when your eyes meet his, your breath quickens at the proximity.

"S-Senku?"

"I like you, too."

"I--Huh?"

You're sorta too busy being drunk on his cologne to process what he just said. For a scientist, he doesn't smell as sciencey as you'd expect, he smells really good.

"I like you, too, dumbass."

"Mhm...me, too."

"[Name]. Are you even listening to me?"

"Yeah...you like me, too--Wait. Wait, what?"

Now you were sober again.

His eyes didn't leave yours, flickering between each, "For a while, now. Since middle school."

"But you don't do feelings--"

"--I can with you."

You groaned, covering your face, "You heard me, didn't you? How much did you hear?"

"All of it."

"Noooo. That's so embarrassing," you whined into his chest.

You could feel his chest jump and could hear his laugh vibrate into your hands.

"You like my hands, huh?"

"Shut up!"

He sighed, "I guess it's fair that I expose something, too...I...like your hands, too. I like the art they create...and your lips, I like those also."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I stare at them a lot when you talk, distracting."

You pulled away from his chest to look into his eyes.

"Distracting?"

He stiffened, "I hadn't meant to say that."

You leaned your face a little closer, "Could I possibly distract you, now?"

james: we all have our demons

james, grabbing regulus: this one’s mine.

*barty and sirius in azkaban*

barty: how the fuck haven't you gone completely insane yet

sirius: nothing can break me

barty: James fucked regulus when he was in sixth year and reg was in fifth

sirius: when I get out of here I'm going to kill both of them

barty:

sirius:

Mwuah!

IMAGINE: MWUAH! ~ LUFFY X READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: established relationship. tooth rotting fluff *******************

You were quite content with your recent shopping spree with Nami. You have picked out a few new lipstick colors to go with your new outfits, and you were excited to try them on. So excited that you started to try on the different shades of lipsticks in the confines of your quarters. 

The first one was a nude color. You were happy with the color, deciding that this one was going to be used on an everyday basis. The next one- a dark red. You never really used this shade before, so you were a bit nervous to try it out. 

Just before you were about to try it on, your captain burst into your room. 

“(y/n)! You’re back!” He shouts, immediately wrapping your arms around you multiple times. He pulls your head into his chest, almost like he was trying to squish you. “Yeah, I arrived not too long ago.” Your voice was muffled, but Luffy still understood it. 

He pulls back, eyes full of curiosity as you hold the colored lipstick in your hand. “What you got there?” He asks. 

You look down at the lipstick then back at him. An idea suddenly struck upon you. 

With a smile, you started to explain to him. “It’s lipstick. It basically just paints my lips a different color.” “Ooh, can I see?” “Of course!” 

You turn your gaze back into the mirror and start to apply the dark lipstick to your lips. Once you were done, you turned back to Luffy. 

He had an amazed look on his face, like he’s never seen something like this before. “Wow, so pretty!” He says, causing you to blush at his compliment. 

“Thank you.” You lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek, leaving behind a kiss mark. 

Luffy laughs, “what was that for?” “No reason, just wanted to.” “Can I have more?” 

You didn’t have to be asked twice. You immediately lean forward again, pressing another kiss right on his forehead, causing another kiss mark. You continued to assault his face with kisses until the lipstick started to fade away. 

“Hold on,” you pull back, taking a quick glance at his kiss marked face. 

A subtle blush dusted his cheeks, a dumb smile on his face and a dazed look in his eyes. 

“But I want more.” He says trying to drag you back, but you were on a mission to put more lipstick on. “Wait a second,” You giggle while messily putting on the lipstick. 

As soon as you finished, he pulled you close to him. Basically pulling you right into his lips. 

His lips firmly pressed onto yours, successfully painting his lips the same red as yours. 

When you pulled away from him, you were quite happy with how Luffy’s face was covered in kiss marks. You were about to tell him, but he spoke before you. 

“Let’s go eat something (y/n), I’m hungry!” He shouts, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards the kitchen. “W-wait.” Your calls fall upon deaf ears. 

“Sanji!!” Luffy calls out as soon as he bursts into the kitchen, “I'm hungry. Make me a snack!” A sigh leaves the blonde cooks’ lips as he turns around, ready to scold him. 

However, he stopped at the sight in front of him. His mouth fell agape. It was really a sight for him. 

Luffy with a large smile on his face. Dark red kiss marks littered his face, and what was even more upsetting was that you were right beside him, wiping any stray stain from around your lips. It was clear that you were the one that marked up Luffy’s face. 

“What is this?! How is this fair? Please answer me this god!” Sanji cries out. 

Someone else burst into the kitchen, wondering what was going on. 

“What’s with all this crying?” Nami questions. However, she stops short, seeing the sight in front of her. 

Her hand covers her mouth, holding back her giggling snickers. They weren’t held back for long. She soon was full on laughing, causing your cheeks to heat up. 

“You look ridiculous, Luffy!” She doubles over, her arms wrapped around her stomach. 

“Hey! What’s so funny?!” Luffy asks. “Your-your face!” Nami laughs out. 

“What about it? It’s just my normal face.” “Uh, about that,” you whisper, grabbing Luffy’s attention. “Huh?” 

“When I kissed you, I was wearing my lipstick. So now you have kiss marks all over you.” 

You avoided his gaze, a bit shy from what his reaction would be.

It was silent for a second until he burst out laughing. 

The scene was a bit interesting. Sanji, on his knees crying, muttering how it wasn’t fear. All while Nami and Luffy laugh at his own predicament. 

“It’s okay! That just shows your love for me.” He says causing your face to turn bright red at his words. “You can’t just say things like that!” You whisper-yell at him. 

“Huh? Why not? You love me right?” You nod. “Good, because I love you too!” 

“Ugh, I’m suddenly feeling sick.” Nami grumbles. She looks behind you two, seeing that Sanji was still crying on the floor. 

“What a bunch of idiots.”

love them ✋🏻😔