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yandere ex-crush Grave Intentions - Wednesday Sloppy Jealousy - Wednesday Under Woeful Gaze - Wednesday

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Sugar with Spice - Wednesday: Pt. 1

🎀ENGLISH IS NOT MY PRIMARY LANGUAGE🎀

Planning to write another part of my supposed one-shot of aang x reader but couldnt get any good ideas or scenarios without spoiling anything.

Sooo, give me ideasss pleaseee.

#aang x reader #xreader #atla x reader #aang x y/n #the legend of aang

Aang has been absolutely everywhere lately.

He’s been hopping from one Air Temple to the next with Appa and Momo, scouring every dusty corner of every nations. He’s collecting every preserved scrap of pottery, every ancient scroll, and any relic that survived the century he spent on ice.

Let’s be real: looking in the mirror and knowing you’re the end of a bloodline is a different kind of heavy. Usually, being the Avatar is all about peace, balance, and bringing unity to the nations—but it’s hard to build unity when your own people aren't even at the table. Honestly, it’s a bit heart-wrenching. He has friends, of course; Katara, Sokka, Toph, and Zuko, well, practically his family now, but being the 'Last Airbender' is a lonely, heavy kind of 'exclusive' that no one would ever actually ask for.

So, here he is—deep in the ruins of a temple that’s more "ghost story" than "tourist trap"—digging for something, anything, that is still preserved from his culture. He’s fully prepared to be alone, per usual, when he turns a corner and stops dead.

He isn't alone.

His eyes go wide with disbelief. Sitting at the center of the temple, plain as day, is someone who looks like they stepped straight out of a history scrolls. They’re meditating amidst a cloud of incense, a small figurine placed before them carved with a script Aang can’t quite make out—though it looks like it starts with an ‘S.’

And this robed person has… tattoos?

From this angle, Aang can see the Airbending master markings running down the stranger’s arms to their knuckles. There’s a glint of gold, too—heavy wrist bands and a pair of hoop earrings—but the tattoos are what keep him frozen. These aren't the standard blue arrows Aang has. These markings are intricate, looking more like ancient calligraphy than the bold lines we’re used to. It’s like a prototype from a thousand years ago. Could they be…

The person in the white robe doesn't even turn around before they sense him. One second Aang is just standing there, and the next? A sharp, localized blast of air is whistling toward his head.

Now, airbending is usually about those big, flowing spirals—powerful, sure, but flexible. This? This is different. This is sharp and precise, channeled through just two fingers and coming at him like a physical blade. If a normal airblast is a hammer, this is a surgical scalpel. Aang barely manages to roll out of the way in time.

"…An airbender," he breathes out, his heart doing jumping jacks in his chest.

The figure in the white robes scrambles back, instantly dropping into a defensive stance, fingers already twitching for a second strike. They look ready to take his head off, honestly.

"Woah! Woah—relax!" Aang yelps, throwing both hands into the air in a universal sign of 'please don't kill me.' "I’m not a threat! I promise!"

The robed figure doesn't answer. Instead, they take a sharp breath and sweep their arms in a circular motion, whipping the stagnant air into a frenzy. The move purposely kicks up decades of dust and grime, thick enough to blanket the chamber in an impenetrable grey haze and knock over the small antique figurines nearby. Under the cover of the smog, the stranger blasts themselves upward, vanishing into the rafters.

Aang coughs, squinting against the grit stinging his eyes. “Wait—hey!”

He performs a quick, sweeping airbending motion to clear the room, pushing the dust out of the open windows. Catching a glimpse of a shadow darting from the tallest ledge, he sprints toward the main entrance, hoping for a better look at their face.

They’re gone, but something catches his eye.

A soft, yellow sash drifts lazily through the air, having snagged and torn away during the stranger's frantic escape. Aang reaches out, catching the fabric as it floats down. It’s light, woven with a craftsmanship he hasn't seen in a century.

Momo chatters and perches on his shoulder while Appa lands softly behind him, letting out a low, inquisitive grumble. Aang runs his thumb over the silk, a genuine smile breaking across his face and look around, still hoping that he can catch a small glimpse of that person.

“I can’t believe it…” He immediately looked up and smiled, eyes full of hope.

“I’m not the only one anymore”

Eh.

#xreader #atla x reader #aang x reader #the legend of aang

Under Woeful Gaze

"Are you following me?"

"Only with my eyes."

warnings: Use of (Y/n), Wednesday season 2, Addams family movies reference. Not proofread, language, typos, amateur writer, so apologies in advance. occ Wednesday??? AU!!!, many words. WednesdayxJellinksy!Reader

The moonlight cast a harsh, silver sheen across the damp alleyway as (Y/n) adjusted the collar of her designer coat. Her target for the evening, a snobby young heir she'd mentally don’t want to remember, was fumbling with his wallet after a night of heavy drinking, his movements as clumsy as his life choices. This was it, the perfect moment. (Y/n)'s gloved hand slid into her pocket, fingers brushing against the cold, familiar handle of her pocket knife.

Just as she took a single, purposeful step forward, a shadow detached itself from the brick wall beside her, making her gasp quietly.

“He’s wearing a dreadful polyester blend,” Wednesday’s monotone voice cut through the night, a chilling hum that was far too close for comfort. “And his shoes are made of imitation leather. The cheap kind that squeaks.”

Y/n’s shoulders slumped in utter exasperation. “Wednesday, for the love of all things pearl, I am working!” she hissed, keeping her voice low. “And since when are you an expert in fashion?”

“I am not an expert in fashion, I just know what is authentic and what is not,” Wednesday corrected, stepping into the dim light. “And you have a poor choice in selecting your victims. A man of taste would never wear pleather.”

“Just because I’ve forgiven you and your family, doesn’t mean you have a right to stalk me,” (Y/n) sighed, the moment’s urgency slipping away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

“The boy also has a peculiar rash on his neck,” Wednesday added, her gaze fixed on the unsuspecting boy. “It looks like a fungal infection. I find it fascinating.”

“Ugh, you’re so grim,” (Y/n) mumbled, her moment gone. The boy, oblivious to his near-death experience, finally managed to hail a cab and sped away, leaving only the sound of squeaking imitation leather in its wake.

(Y/n) slammed her fist against the brick wall. “God damn it, Addams!”

♛

(Y/n)'s weekend escape from Nevermore's gloomy halls led her to a fancy-pants art gallery in Jericho. Her next target was a total slam dunk: some tech mogul's heir who was famous for flexing his crazy-expensive watch collection. (Y/n), now in a killer milk-white long coat, was a pro at blending in, her eyes locked on the guy as he and his dad soaked up all the attention for their art.

As night fell, it was go time. (Y/n) ghosted through a maze of weird sculptures and found the heir chilling in a back room. He was passed out cold, sprawled over a display stand, his watch giving off a faint glow. Y/n had done her homework, a little something in his drink did the trick, don't ask how. She didn't even know his name, but the sharp knife she had ready was all he needed to know about her.

She lifted the blade, getting into position behind this hideous bronze statue of a weeping clown, when she felt a familiar, chilly vibe behind her.

"The sculpture," a low voice hummed right by her ear. "It's a pathetic attempt at being deep. The proportions are completely off."

Y/n damn near jumped out of her skin. She whipped around, her eyes narrow. "Wednesday. What the hell are you doing here?!"

“Monitoring your progress,” Wednesday replied, entirely unfazed. Her gaze flickered from the passed-out heir to the weeping clown, then to the complimentary cheese cubes in the corner. “And finding the flaws in this establishment. The lighting is too bright, the art is derivative, and the cheese cubes are a breeding ground for bacteria.”

“I don’t care about the bacteria!”(Y/n) hissed, her voice barely a whisper. “I care about the bank account he’s about to lose. You are interrupting me."

Just as Wednesday was about to fire back, they heard a guy's voice getting closer. "Julian! Julian?" It was the boy’s dad.

(Y/n) let out a frustrated grunt and shoved her knife back in her coat. Wednesday was already sliding a window open. They shared a quick look, Wednesday's usual "I told you so" glare, before they both bailed. They slipped out into the rainy night, leaving the lame art, the passed-out heir, and the gross cheese behind.

♛

Weeks later, (Y/n) had found her next target: a cute boy whose dad owned a rental resort. Not a total bigshot, but definitely "worth it." Lucky for her, he was completely smitten—a perfect victim for her little games. Best part? His family was out of town.

Right now, they were at his mansion, chilling in the family's massive jacuzzi. (Y/n), wrapped in a fluffy, fur-lined bathrobe, looked prim and pretty as she watched her date stare blankly at a show on a mini TV set right in front of him. She stepped out from the warm water and walked towards him, purring as she moved closer to him, her manicured hand dancing over the screen.

"Sweetie, would you do anything for me?" she asked, her voice soft and tempting.

The boy looked at her, his eyes totally lost, roaming her body like a lovesick puppy. "Yes," he sighed.

(Y/n) asked again, her head tilting slightly. "Would you give me anything, everything?"

"Absolutely, baby, yes," he said eagerly, his body swaying gently in the water as their faces drew closer.

"Would you die for me?" she whispered, her words just a breath against his lips.

"A thousand times over…"

"Then die."

With a sudden, hard shove to the mini TV, Y/n smiled as the boy screamed. It was one of the most perfect nights she'd had. No witnesses, a totally secluded home—it was literally a perfect crime. And she'd even gotten the code to the family's vault and the PIN for their bank account. A total win-win.

Later that night, she was out in the woods in the middle of nowhere near Jericho, grunting as she buried the body. It was a complete hassle for a girl like her, but it was so worth it. She was almost done when a voice spoke from behind her.

"You're disposing of the body wrong."

With a sharp turn, (Y/n) saw Wednesday leaning against a tree, her arms crossed. "Wednesday? How many times do I have to tell you to stop following me?!" she grunted, dropping the body into the freshly dug soil to face the goth girl.

"As many times as it takes for you to learn proper protocol," Wednesday replied, pushing off the tree and stepping closer. "For starters, the soil here is too acidic. It will cause decomposition to happen too quickly, leaving behind a foul odor that will attract local scavengers and, more importantly, the authorities. You want a neutral pH."

"My phone said this spot was great," (Y/n) snapped back, wiping dirt from her gloves.

"A truly professional killer does not rely on an algorithm, especially from poorly designed technology. They rely on cold, hard data and a profound knowledge of geology. I, for one, prefer a low-lying bog. The anaerobic conditions prevent putrefaction entirely. A simple, elegant solution."

(Y/n)’s face twisted in frustration. "You know, for someone who loves murder so much, you're really good at ruining the mood."

Wednesday's lips formed a thin line. "There's nothing to ruin. A crime of passion is one thing. A crime for profit? That's just business. No artistry. Just greed."

(Y/n) threw her shovel down with a clatter. "What, so I should just do it for fun? Like you?"

Wednesday took another step forward, her shadow falling over the body in the grave. "Not for fun. For perfection. You do it for the thrill of the chase, the final push. The jewelry is just a cheap consolation prize. You should be collecting the experience, the art."

"Is that why you're here, Wednesday?" (Y/n)’s voice dropped to a low whisper. "To watch me?"

A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched the corner of Wednesday's lips as she glanced down at the body. "I'm here to make sure you do it right. You've forgotten the first rule of murder, (Y/n). Never leave a mess."

"Why do you always ruin everything?" (Y/n) huffed.

Wednesday ignored her and added, "I've already applied a few helpful chemical agents. Now finish up. The night air is getting stale."

(Y/n) looked from the grave to Wednesday, a slow frown spreading across her pretty face, but she obeyed.

"I'll be waiting. Try not to make a sound this time," Wednesday said, turning to walk away.

The next morning, the boy was reported missing, leaving no trace behind but a perfectly dug grave and a series of stolen numbers.

♛

This happens a few times, no, screw that, it always happens every time. Every time she had a target, every time she executed a plan, the girl always appeared. Wednesday would materialize out of thin air after (Y/n) had finished her work, offering some unsolicited, passive-aggressive advice or just a simple, unsettling observation. It was maddening. Her daily beauty sleep had been ruined for weeks, all because of this constant, stalkish torment.

So here she was, standing outside Enid and Wednesday's dorm room, fuming. But before she could even knock, the door swung open.

"Enid, hi."

"Oh, hey (Y/n). Need something?" Enid asked, her cheerful energy a sharp contrast to the storm brewing inside (Y/n).

"Hmm, yes. Is Wednesday around? I need to talk to her. Do you mind?" (Y/n) asked sweetly. Enid glanced over her shoulder to see Wednesday, as usual, deep in her writing.

"Uh yeah, sure. I was just about to go out anyway." Enid replied, stepping aside to let (Y/n) in.

"Thank you, you're such a sweet."

"Alright, see you around!"

"Hmm, thank you."

As the door clicked shut behind Enid, (Y/n)'s sweet facade vanished. She yanked a knife from her modified, pastel-white uniform skirt and flung it, the blade spinning through the air. Wednesday didn't even flinch, tilting her head slightly to the side as the knife plunged into the wall directly in front of her face. (Y/n)'s temper finally snapped. She stormed over to the desk, her voice a low, furious hiss.

"Don't you know when to stop, Wednesday? You are driving me insane!"

"You have to stop," (Y/n) added, her voice strained. "You've ruined multiple perfectly good nights. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find boys that stupid and that rich in this town?"

"My interruptions are a form of quality control," Wednesday said without looking up from her drawing. "I’m saving you from making a poor investment. Besides, your methods are inefficient."

"Inefficient?" (Y/n) scoffed. "At least I get things done! I'm not just sitting here writing letters like a woman in the 15th century!"

“I’m writing a novel," Wednesday countered. "And they bring me great comfort. As a matter of fact, I've discovered a new and unsettling way to remove a human kidney during my recent research for my novel..."

(Y/n) couldn't take it anymore. The constant interference, the emotionless justifications, the sheer lack of respect for her work—it all boiled over. She stopped pacing and stood directly in front of Wednesday, hands on her hips.

"That's it," (Y/n) said, her voice low and dangerous. "I've had enough." She reached out, gripping the sides of Wednesday's desk to lean over her, her face inches from Wednesday's. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, her gaze desperate. "What is it going to take for you to leave me alone?"

Wednesday finally stopped writing. Her dark eyes, usually so cold, held a flicker of something (Y/n) couldn't name. She stopped her fingers typing on her typewritter, slowly, deliberately. She then reached up, her fingers brushing the side of (Y/n)'s face. The touch was cool, a stark contrast to (Y/n)'s burning rage.

"This," Wednesday said softly, her voice no longer flat, but a low murmur that sent a shiver down (Y/n)'s spine. She leaned in, closing the small gap between them, and pressed her lips against (Y/n)'s.

It wasn't a soft, gentle kiss. It was sharp and demanding, a mix of unspoken anger and a simmering, shared intensity. It tasted of frustration and victory, of a long-denied connection finally unleashed. (Y/n)'s hands loosened on the desk, her fingers curling into the fabric of Wednesday's uniform as she returned the kiss with equal ferocity, a perfect mirror of Wednesday's need. All thoughts of revenge, of the last few weeks of torment, vanished. All that mattered was the dark, perfect moment, and the unsettling realization that this was exactly what she had wanted all along.

When she pulls away, (Y/n) is breathless, her anger forgotten in a swirl of confusion and desire. Wednesday's dark eyes bore into hers, a silent, knowing question in their depth.

"Are you still mad?" Wednesday whispers, her voice a low hum.

(Y/n) just shakes her head, too lost in the moment for words.

"Good," Wednesday replies, a faint dark smile playing on her lips. "Because I've discovered a much more unsettling way to spend our nights."

#xreader #female reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday x reader

Sloppy Jealousy

"That pearl necklace is a little too clean. You're losing your touch." "Jealous?"

warnings: Use of (Y/n), Wednesday season 2, Addams family movies reference. Not proofread, language, typos, amateur writer. rushed lol, so apologies in advance. occ Wednesday??? AU!!! Flop? WednesdayxJellinksy!Reader

It wasn't that Wednesday Addams was jealous. It was, more accurately, that she was livid.

Wednesday stood perfectly still, her face an unreadable mask of indifference, her eyes fixed on Y/n from across the quad. Y/n was draped over a stone bench, her perfectly manicured hand resting on the arm of some disgustingly preppy boy. His name was something nauseatingly cheerful, like Julian or Peter. Wednesday hadn't bothered to learn it. All she knew was he was absurdly rich, his family's money tied up in something mind-numbingly bland, like artisanal cheese or yacht rentals.

"It's a new piece," the boy said, his voice as sweet as honey, gesturing to the pearl necklace resting against Y/n's collarbone. "I picked it out just for you. It's our monthsary gift."

Wednesday watched Y/n’s sickeningly saccharine smile, a performance so flawless it bordered on pathological. She watched her touch his cheek with her delicate hand, her eyes feigning an affection so saccharine it could give a normal person a cavity. "Aw, you shouldn't have, sweetiepie. But thank you, it's so beautiful. I'm sorry I don't have anything right now for you…"

The boy only smiled, clearly lovestruck by the girl’s fabricated beauty. "N-nah, it's alright. You being with me is already a gift." Y/n smiled, her fingers gently booping his nose with a gesture so nauseatingly cute it made Wednesday’s stomach churn.

Beside Wednesday, her werewolf friend, Enid, was yapping endlessly, a stream of colorful, meaningless words. But Wednesday ignored Enid's incessant chatter, her eyes locked on Y/n's flawless performance. She knew Y/n was up to something. The girl's flirtations were as choreographed and deadly as a spider's mating dance. Wednesday had seen this before, a prelude to a perfectly executed plan that usually ended with a significant inheritance and a mysteriously deceased ex-lover.

But this time, it was different. This time, the knot in Wednesday's chest wasn't from a morbid curiosity about the impending demise of some fool. It was a searing, unfamiliar heat, a feeling she'd only ever felt when one of her more macabre experiments went unexpectedly wrong.

She saw the way his eyes lit up when Y/n touched his cheek, the stupid, lovelorn grin on his face as he hung on her every word. It was infuriating. Y/n belonged to the shadows, to the sharp corners and the hushed whispers of secrets and murder plots—not this sun-drenched, cloying display of fake affection. Wednesday watched him leave as his friends called for him. He turned back and kissed her palm for a temporary goodbye, and Y/n wiggled her fingers at him as he walked away, a silent promise of his inevitable demise.

"Wednesday! Did you hear what I said? Me and Bruno—"

"I heard you perfectly clear, Enid."

Wednesday stood up, her movement so sudden and determined it made Enid flinch as Wednesday headed straight for Y/n, who was fidgeting with her brand-new necklace. Y/n's head raised as she heard the footsteps, the sweet smile gone, replaced by a challenge in her eyes. Wednesday walked over, her face a perfect portrait of apathy.

"That pearl necklace," Wednesday said, her voice a low murmur that made Y/n's perfectly polished facade crack just a little. "The luster is a little too clean, don't you think? Almost... unnatural."

Y/n's smile returned, sharper this time. "It's a gift, Wednesday. You wouldn't understand."

"I understand that it's a distraction," Wednesday retorted, her gaze fixed on Y/n. "Just like the one you wore before the senator's son's 'unfortunate' boating accident. And the emerald ring you received a week before that jock's car broke down in the woods."

Y/n’s eyes narrowed, a cold glint in them that Wednesday knew all too well. It was a look of pure, unadulterated fury. The kind of fury that only an equal could evoke.

"Wednesday," Y/n said, her voice dangerously low, "Don't ruin this for me."

"I'm not ruining anything," Wednesday said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper only Y/n could hear. "I'm simply concerned for the structural integrity of this academy should I decide to unleash a series of highly flammable booby traps to get you away from this... this thing."

Y/n's mouth twitched into a smirk. "Don't be jealous, Wednesday. It's unbecoming of you."

"If you're planning another murder, at least don't be so obvious," Wednesday said, ignoring her taunting words. "You're getting sloppy."

Y/n met her gaze, the playful malice in her eyes now mixed with something else: a flicker of triumph. "Oh, Addams," she purred, her voice a low whisper. "Don't worry. I'm just planning the fun part. The cleanup is always so tiresome."

A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the corner of Wednesday's lips but vanished so quickly. The knot in her chest didn't vanish, but it shifted. It wasn't just rage anymore. It was anticipation. The game was back on, and this time, Wednesday was more than ready to play.

#xreader #female reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday x reader

Grave Intentions

"I was picturing a movie night. A scary one" "This is a scary movie."

“Ugh, what is that smell?” (Y/n) said, her voice muffled as she pressed her manicured hand against her nose. She peered through the gloom at Wednesday, who was a study in focus, shoveling dirt with a single-minded intensity, (Y/n)’s other hand holding a flashlight at Wednesday, light cutting through the graveyard’s oppressive darkness. “And can you please hurry? My skin is starting to melt from whatever this is.”

“Relax,” Wednesday said without looking up, a faint grunt escaping her as she drove the shovel deeper. “Just sit pretty. I assure you, I’m going to find some family heirloom you can keep.”

Now, don’t get her wrong, as much as she loved Wednesday, one thing (Y/n) absolutely couldn't stand was dirt. And why was that relevant to a grave? Well, because coffins are buried six feet under, and six feet of dirt is a lot of dirt. She definitely hadn’t pictured a ‘date night’ involving this much excavation. But as long as there were trinkets or jewels to be had, she’d tolerate the dirt and the smell—just this once.

“You know,” (Y/n) said, leaning forward to see closer on what her beloved girlfriend is doing, her perfectly manicured hand absently tracing the faded inscription of the weathered tombstone. “I was picturing more of a movie night. Maybe some popcorn, a scary movie, cuddling in the dorm room. Not really my taste, but…”

Wednesday paused her digging. “This is a scary movie. Live and in person. And besides,” she added, a faint smirk touching her lips, “I didn’t think you’d be a fan of the jump scares. They are, after all, quite predictable.”

“They are!” (Y/n) admitted with a sigh. “But at least they don’t smell like… this. Are you sure you’re even digging the right person’s coffin? The dirt is looking less like a coffin without treasures and more like… just dirt.”

Wednesday ignored her, a focused intensity in her gaze as she continued to shovel. A metallic clang echoed through the quiet graveyard. A few minutes later, (Y/n)’s eyes widened as Wednesday opened the coffin, making her lean back in disgust at the rotting smell, and beside the skeleton, Wednesday pulled a box. Not a family heirloom or a trinket, but a small, ornate box.

“Mhm,” Wednesday said, brushing off the dirt. “Just as I suspected.”

(Y/n) moved closer, curiosity overcoming her aversion to the muck. Wednesday pried open the box, and the beam of her flashlight revealed not a dusty old locket or a pearl necklace, but a collection of teeth, neatly arranged and polished to a gleam. A few of them even had small gold caps.

(Y/n) stared at them for a long moment, a slow, displeased frown spreading across her face. “Are those… human teeth?” she asked, a genuine disgust glowing in her eyes.

“Of course,” Wednesday replied, handing her one of the gold-capped teeth, making her lover raise a brow and inspect the solid gold tooth. “The original owner was a dentist. Apparently, he was quite sentimental about his work.”

(Y/n) held up the tooth, admiring the tiny gold cap. She looked at Wednesday, who was now carefully closing the box, a flicker of something akin to satisfaction on her face. It wasn’t a pearl necklace or a diamond ring, but it was a morbidly fascinating token of Wednesday's affection. And that, (Y/n) decided, was a type of romance all its own. She could work with this.

“You know,” (Y/n) said, a playful tone in her voice as she gently nudged Wednesday with her shoulder. “This might be the best date we’ve had yet. Even though it's not my style.”

Wednesday looked at her, and for a fleeting second, a hint of genuine softness appeared in her usually stoic eyes. “I know,” she said, and then, without another word, she offered (Y/n) her arm, the two of them walking hand in hand out of the graveyard, a box of teeth safely tucked away in Wednesday’s arms as (Y/n) giggled and kissed her pale cheek, leaving a red imprint.

#xreader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #female reader

Sugar with Spice

"Really?"

"What?!"

"Pastels?"

warnings: Use of (Y/n), Wednesday season 2, Addams family movies reference. Not proofread, language, typos, amateur writer. So rushed lol, apologies in advance.

💎

"Hmm... So, this is where you've been all these years. How fitting of you, Addams."

With a predatory gleam in her eyes, the girl took in the sight of Nevermore Academy. Her hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the luxurious white fur of her jacket. She ignored the stares from students, who were clearly captivated by her beauty, and focused on her surroundings. The vintage, gothic architecture was exactly what she expected for a school of outcasts.

(Y/n) Jellinsky. Yes, you heard that right, Jellinsky. Daughter of the Serial killer, Debbie Jellinsky, who was mysteriously killed in '99, Alias: “Black Widow”, let’s be honest, her mother wasn’t killed mysteriously, rather was murdered (or so she says to herself). Marrying and killing rich billionaires for fortune and riches. And today, she will avenge her mother to kill an Addams. One way or another, maybe pick up diamonds and pearls in the way too. Yeah, she'll do that.

(Y/n) looked around, eyes touring the Academy, analyzing the vintage and gothic touch of the Academy, an exact home for outcasts. Ignoring the stairs of awe and fascination at her beauty, she was particularly looking for someone. After all, she could remember very well the face of the emotionless and heartless girl that she met at the summer camp in those years, where her mother forced her to 'play' with the Addams siblings on Camp Chippewa.

Maybe she hasn’t arrived yet. Oh well, I’ll wait and gather gossip around.

With her chauffeur handling her luggage, (Y/n) made her way to the principal's office to get the key to her new dorm room.

💎

"You've been through a lot, Ms. Jellinsky," Principal Dort said, his voice sympathizing as he looked over the papers in his hand. "Living without the guidance of your parents must be incredibly hard."

(Y/n) sat on the couch, feigning sadness. She nodded slowly, bringing a handkerchief to her face to dab at her dry eyes. "It is, Principal," she ‘sniffed.' "Without a role model to light the way, I'm not sure I'd have managed."

Principal Dort leaned forward, his expression full of sympathy. "But thanks to your foster parents, you've found your way here. I'm honored they chose Nevermore for you."

(Y/n) offered a 'tearful' smile. "I owe them everything."

This isn't the first time a wealthy family has taken in (Y/n). After the 'accident' that claimed her last family, this new adoption marks the seventh time she's been taken in by a rich family.

She remembers the suffocating screams and the mesmerizing sight of the burning mansion, a small smile on her face as she watched it all unfold. Her last foster family had been generous with their wealth, but their demands were relentless. A gold medal in the science quiz bee, recognition as the most diligent student... It was all too much. They wanted a perfect daughter, and she was done pretending. (Don’t get her wrong, she could do it, but laziness is in her veins ever since)

Instead, she gave them a more permanent solution. She set the mansion ablaze, covering up the crime as an accident and pinning the blame on a forgetful maid. Now, as the only surviving child of the infertile couple, all their riches and fortune belong to her.

"You'll meet extraordinary people here at the Academy," the principal continued, snapping her from her thoughts, his tone brightening. "I have no doubt you'll grow and improve together!"

“Now, why don’t we meet your new roommate?” Principal Dort finished with a smile, which (Y/n) gracefully returned and stood up and followed Principal Dort.

💎

"Welcome to Ophelia Hall!" Principal Dort announced as he and (Y/n) walked down the hallway. The place wasn't exactly to her taste, but she could make it work.

They soon arrived at the door. "Here we are. I'll leave you to it. Your roommate is inside. Go ahead and meet her. Welcome to Nevermore, Ms. Jellinsky." With a final nod, he left her to settle in.

(Y/n) knocked before opening the door, her belongings already at the side of the room, and her eyes landed on a girl across the room. She was pale with long, dark hair and sunglasses, and it looked like (Y/n) had interrupted her—the girl was drinking from a blood bag. A vampire for a roommate. How fascinating. She heard Vampires have a lot of fortune, a generational fortune.

An awkward silence filled the room. (Y/n) broke it with a hesitant wave and a small, "Hi...?"

"Hey," the girl responded, standing up and adjusting her sunglasses. She wiped a bit of blood from the corner of her mouth. "You must be my new roommate. I'm Yoko Tanaka." She offered a hand, and (Y/n) shook it.

"I'm (Y/n) Jellinsky. It's a pleasure, Yoko," (Y/n) replied with a sweet smile, making Yoko return the gesture. Her new roommate was so bright, almost dazzlingly so.

“Well, wanna go for a tour? The principal said to help you get your schedule and uniform from the registrar’s.” Yoko offered as she looked at (Y/n), still looking around.

“Hmmm, that would be a great help. Thank you, Yoko. I didn’t know that I would have a roommate that I could rely on.” (Y/n) praised Yoko, who nodded at her appreciating her words.

“Let’s go?”

“Lead the way.”

Days Later.

The door slammed shut, and Wednesday passed the pink unicorn to Enid, who caught it with a sigh. She fidgeted with the stuffed animal, watching as her roommate began to unpack.

"Thanks for covering," Enid said, following Wednesday as she spoke. "I know the only thing you hate more than color is relationship drama." She sounded a bit glum, waiting for Wednesday's reply.

"Machiavelli once said that friendship is watching a person’s slow drip of miseries and feeling honored is to be present for their most dismal moments," Wednesday stated stoically.

"Does that mean..." Enid began.

"In 25 words or less. Go," Wednesday said, turning to face her.

"I’m not sure how I feel about Ajax anymore. He’s sweet and cute but he's still in love with the old me and I’ve changed," Enid confessed, looking at the unicorn.

"Hey, look at that, exactly 25 words," the werewolf said to herself, sounding a little proud.

"Just talk to him and get it over with," Wednesday replied, her tone deadpan as she continued to unpack.

"If I do that, then it’ll be like an arrow through his heart. And it's not that simple…" Enid looked around the room, trying to distract herself. "Oh! Did you know, we have a new student? And its Yoko’s new roommate."

The change of topic was a welcome one for Wednesday, who silently thanked her ancestors. She couldn't handle any more love drama, but a new student caught her attention. "New student? This semester?" she asked, pulling more clothes from her luggage.

"Yeah, well, we know it's a bit late, but the principal said she’s quite quick to adapt. And let me tell you, her aesthetic is totally opposite to yours. If you’re all monochrome black, she’s all white and pastels. I really want to witness the moment you meet her. She’s really pretty, and her aura literally screams rich. Ugh, I’m sort of jealous, but she’s really sweet. So…"

"What’s her story?" Wednesday asked directly, sorting her clothes without looking at Enid.

"I heard she’s adopted multiple times— UGHAA!" Enid yelped as an arrow shot past her, the moment Wednesday opened her walk-in closet door.

"Holy Crap!" Enid exclaimed, her blue eyes wide as she stared at the arrow and the photo attached to it. Wednesday stood in the doorway of the closet, her eyes narrowed at the crossbow on the floor. She walked over to her friend as Enid started reading the text aloud.

"'Welcome back Wednesday, I’m watching you.'"

Enid lightly gasped and turned to look at Wednesday and looked a little creeped out. “Wait, you have a stalker?”

“Don’t be jealous.” The Addams girl replied as she ripped the picture out of the arrow and started to use her ability to search for some clues, and the picture had a sort of vanilla scent. Well, she’s not focused on that; she has to find some clues about who this stalker is. And after a little attempt, as black tears started to slide down her cheeks.

“I didn’t see the stalker…” Wednesday said as she looked at Thing.

“You got a little something,” Enid pointed out as she looked at her friend.

Wednesday wiped out the black tear as she replied, dismissing her. “It’s nothing.”

💎

Students gasped and whispered as Wednesday descended the stairs, making her way toward her parents and brother, who were in conversation with Principal Dort.

"I liked it better when I was feared and hated," the Addams girl muttered under her breath, dodging a few students as she continued her path. Her mind still on her stalker, she looked around, searching for anything suspicious that might reveal who had dared to stalk her.

Seeing his daughter, Gomez Addams’ face lit up. "Principal Dort, have you met our little angel of death?" he said warmly.

"Yep, I'm sure Wednesday would enjoy having you around more this year," the principal replied.

Wednesday’s brow furrowed. "What do you mean, 'around more this year'?" she asked, her tone taking offense at the implication.

On the second-floor balcony, Yoko and (Y/n) observed the scene below. (Y/n)'s eyes were fixed on the gothic girl whose uniform was a black and white version of her own, a striped pastel white. Her entire family was there—how delightful. The thought of killing them all, a true "two birds with one stone" scenario, crossed her mind.

For the past few days, (Y/n) had been gathering information on Wednesday through rumors and gossip, mostly from Yoko and her friend Enid Sinclair. She had learned that Wednesday and her friends had recently defeated a magical undead and a Hyde, an event that had put the school in danger and led to the death of their beloved former principal, Larissa Weems.

"Hmm, it seems like Wednesday's back," Yoko commented, following (Y/n)'s gaze.

(Y/n) quietly giggled. "So that's the infamous Wednesday? She's all black and white. She’s roommate with, what’s her name again? Enid.”

"Yeah," Yoko confirmed. “Anyways, I’ll catch you later.”

“Alright, see you.” (Y/n) waved and smiled sweetly as Yoko started to walk away leaving her alone.

From her spot on the balcony, (Y/n) couldn't tear her eyes away from Wednesday. The girl was like a magnet for her, drawing out a simmering hate she know she had. Her polished nails dug into the cold, stone railing, the feeling of the rough surface a small anchor for the storm inside her.

It's about time you got here, Addams, she thought, a grim smile playing on her lips. I've been waiting. I hope you liked the welcome gift I left in your room. Consider it the first of many.

Down below, Wednesday's skin prickled. It wasn't a chill from the air; it was that familiar, unsettling feeling of being watched, of someone wanting something from her—or maybe wanting to hurt her. She swiveled, her dark eyes scanning the faces in the courtyard, her mind racing. Was it her stalker again? Or was this a new, more dangerous kind of interest?

(Y/n) felt a rush of satisfaction seeing Wednesday look around, a predator on alert. Oh, you feel it, don't you? she thought, a silent laugh escaping her. Good. I knew you'd be sharp. That's what makes this so much more fun.

Her hand slid into her jacket pocket, her fingers finding the cool metal of her camera. A quick, quiet click and she had her picture. As the small photo slid out, she turned and walked away, the click of her boots on the floor a sharp punctuation to her thoughts. It wasn't just a picture; it was a promise. A promise that from now on, Wednesday would always be looking over her shoulder.

💎

Wednesday and (Y/n) meet scene when?👀

I don't really know how to write a scenario OMFG😭😭

anyways, part 2? (Please give me Ideas😢)

#xreader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #female reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams

2+1=3

summary: In which xeno wingfield will finally meet stanley snyders's other friend from another state, but before can stanley introduce the two from each other, xeno already met her...?

Saturday, 11:31 am

☆

"hey xeno, wanna meet (y/n)?"

an 11-year-old stanley snyder asks xeno wingfield, who is getting everything he needs ready for his next rocket building project (xeno had previously created like several of rockets, its a long process of trial and error for him).

It's been three years since xeno first met stanley. they met when other kids mess with him, and stanley has to step in, and the rest is history. so back to the story.

In all honesty, xeno has no interest in making new 'friends' , to him, stan is more than enough of a friend because he consistently helps him in his little experiments. stan sometimes acts as his bodyguard too.

even so, stanley occasionally brings up this '(y/n)' whenever they discuss trivial matters. like:

"that's kinda remind me of (y/n) "

"(y/n) like this things too"

"sounds like (y/n) would do"

so I suppose xeno can't escape meeting with this '(y/n)', but he was not expecting seeing stanley's other friend so soon.

xeno answered nonchalantly, "oh? and when can I meet this other friend of yours?" while continuing with gathering his materials and papers. while stan waited for xeno to finish, he leaned his back against the door.

"well, she called me this morning that she will come visit me this next saturday, she will stay here with my family for the next four days" stanley replied.

"is that so... then Im looking forward to meeting (y/n) then" xeno said as he motion stanley to carry the heavy materials of his rocket to put it to a mini wagon cart.

☆

"tell me, stan, how did you meet (y/n) exactly?" xeno questions stan. together, the two is walking outside and reach the land of a nearby lake to launch xeno's new rocket. It's a perfect day to launch the rocket, with the proper humidity level and weather, and plenty of trees around that give them a peaceful and quiet scenery.

"ah well" stan paused for a moment, his eyes closed, and he leaned his head back to face the sun, pulling the cart in hand.

" we've known each other since we were babies. our old men has known each other since they were teenagers. so..."

"oh, I assume your fathers brought you together since then?" xeno stated as the two reached into their destination.

"yeah you can say that" then stanley picked up the rocket, helping xeno put it together and get ready for launching off into the blue sky.

the two worked together to put the rocket together, carefully attaching every parts and making sure everything was secure. after the rocket was put together, stanley carried it off so that xeno could start operating the rocket's controls. as xeno prepared the rocket for launch, the two were both excited and anxious. the rocket launched with a countdown and flew into the sky, leaving a trail of smoke and sparks in its path. then, they hear a huge boom as they watch the rocket take off.

BOOM!!

the rocket launch is again—another failure, as expected.

"well, there goes another rocket launching fail..." stanley cutting off the silence

"as predicted, but with an improvement, we surpassed another record for the rocket's altitude, and it is higher than before" xeno said with a closed smile

☆

6 days later.

CORNERSTONE ACADEMY

friday, 2:19 pm

"are you sure it's okay that you go home alone today?" stanley stated while watching xeno gathering his things in his bag.

they were in their homeroom class at the time, and while most students were leaving for home, some stayed behind in attending in club activities after school, like stan, who have a soccer practice for their nearing tournament next month.

"I've already told you stan that I'm fine going home alone myself for the time being, and I don't want to interfere with your soccer practice." he was reassured by xeno, books and encyclopedias in his hand and carrying a backpack.

"but what if they-"

"just like I said, I am fine stan" xeno cut off stanley and give him a look that literally said 'don't make me repeat it'

"ugh, fine but be careful" stanley grumbled under his breath as he left the classroom and made his way to the soccer field.

"alright."

then for the day, the two parted ways.

☆

as xeno was peacefully strolling down the street, the three self-proclaimed school bullies abruptly surrounded him in.

"well well well, look do we have here...! the nerd!" bully 1, or the leader of the bullies, laughed slyly

"where's that guard dog of yours huh? not with you today?" bully 2 stated as he leans closer to xeno

" have you heard personal space?" while rolling his eyes, xeno remarked

then suddenly bully 3 snatched xeno's books in his hand

"ohhh, looky here ey, his nerdy stuff!~ why don't we 'decorate' it huh? would you like it?" bully 3 said as he looks at xeno's book with false interest

"as a matter of fact, no I do not." xeno responded neutrally.

"huh..?! are you threatening us?" bully 1 threatened him

"don't be so cocky you nerd" bully 2 added

with three against one, xeno is obviously powerless. you've got to be kidding, right? he may have an extraordinary mind, but it's obvious that he lacks a strong physical physique. that's stanley's forte, and he don't have a choice but to stand there and stood quietly as the three starts to 'decorate' his books, if I said decorate his books, what I meant to rip and destroy the books.

without stanley on his side, he is absolutely defenseless.

thump

the three bullies were alerted when they heard the four of them make a running sound as it approaching them.

"what the- who dare to-" bully 1 exclaimed

WHACK

xeno and the other bullies can't help but watch in astonishment as bully 1 is knocked back to the ground by a girl's powerful and unexpected kick.

there stood a girl— (h/c) hair flowing through the air flawlessly with (e/c) staring sharply at them while tucking her hands in her pockets. and xeno can't help but stare at the girl in admiration.

'how.....elegant'

"leave him alone." the mysterious girl warned the three as bully 1 held his bleeding nose.

"who do you think your talk-" the kick to the bully 2's chins interrupts him, causing him to stumble and drop to his butt.

"you...!— get her!" the two was told by their leader as they approached the girl and started foolishly attack her.

"tsk" then the girl punch their cheeks one by one like a professional fighter.

xeno can't help but continue to stare the girl while the fight escalates. his mind was full with questions. who is this girl? where does she come from? how old is she? What's her name? If stan was here, he is so sure that he wants to meet this fascinating girl too and learn everything there is to know about her.

then the bullies' voice suddenly cut off xeno's stunned face

blink

'what?'

"mark my words girly, and you nerd! this isn't over!!" bully 1 cried out as he and his goons run away from where the girl and xeno is.

"this isn't over!!" then the bullies finally disappeared. "are you....ok...?" the girl asks xeno

"huh- yes, I'm alright, and I truly thank you for saving me from those idiots."

"no problem.....but can I ask you what time is it?" unexpectedly, the girl asks him (and stare at his forehea—), as if nothing had happened.

'huh? you just beat up a couple idiots, and now you want to know the time?'

xeno sighs but replied anyway as a form of gratitude

"it's around 2:44"

"oh thanks"

as if she were running out of time for work, the girl rushed off, leaving xeno dazed as his books scattered all around him. and xeno smiled at the running girl

'what an elegant and interesting girl~'

unknown to him, the mysterious girl is sprinting toward the academy, eager to see her long time friend who is playing a game of soccer on the academy's field.

"stan!"

☆

saturday, 10:44 am

wingfield residence

"stan, you would not believe what happened yesterday!"xeno exclaimed to his friend stanley in an energetic tone.

they were currently hanging out in the backyard of the residence to continue xeno's rocket development and prepare to launch it once more.

xeno can't stop thinking about the mysterious girl that save him yesterday, and he can't wait to tell stanley to know about the girl too

"hmm..? what happened?" stan replied as he lean his back to the backyard's tree that were covering them from the sun's heat

"there was a girl that saved me yesterday!"

stanley abruptly stood up as soon as he heard xeno say these words.

stan spoke frantically and worried to his friend, "hah? saved you from what?! who?! did that goons mess with you again?! tsk, I knew it, I should have come with you yesterday."

"just like I said, a girl saved me! oh stan, if you were there yesterday, you should've seen her graceful kick..! It's elegant!"

as xeno continue to ramble on about this mysterious girl he met yesterday, stanley couldn't help but see similarities between the girl xeno talking about and his childhood friend (who just surprisingly arrived yesterday and met him on the soccer field)

"I was about to ask her name yesterday, but she quickly left. I really hope to see her again. and oh, as I recall, your friend (y/n) will arrive today, yes?".

"your right, but she arrived yesterday and I had no idea. heh, that girl really loves to surprise people" stan amused as he replied to xeno, then he added

"you wouldn't mind to meet her right now, right?"

"oh, you mean I can now meet her?"

"yup, I'll bring her over for you"

"then it would be fine"

"cool"

stan picks up his bike and heads outside to the his friends house. stanley thrilled as he returns to his parents' home to pick up his friend. he can't wait to xeno and (y/n) to finally meet!

☆

"(y/n) c'mon out, there's someone I want you to meet!" stan called to (y/n) as she come out to the stairs house.

she teased, "I'm here, calm down pretty boy" (y/n), putting on her shoes.

"l'm obviously calm, what are you talking about"

"whatever you say"

"get on, we're on for a bumpy ride"

"stop acting so stupid, you're not even driving a car or anything"

"just hop on, will ya'?"

they started to ride back to xeno's house while still jokingly arguing, as (y/n) sat at the rear of stanley's bike.

☆

"aight, where here" stan said as he stop the bike, making (y/n) gawk at the mansion-like house.

"woah, how 'd you pull a rich friend huh? tell me your secret stan"

"I don't have a secret, let's go" stan then snatched (y/n)'s hand to pull her in

"right...."

☆

"xeno! we're here" stanley waved as xeno's back facing him and (y/n)

stan's voice as he calls for him caused him to perk up.

"stan, I'm glad you—"

when xeno saw those recognizable, attractive (e/c) looking back at him, he suddenly stopped speaking.

"wait, your that boy yesterday...." (y/n) mumbled as she squint her eyes and point a finger to xeno's direction.

stanley then started the introduction between the two

"xeno this is (y/n), she's the girl I've been talking about. and (y/n) this is xeno"

xeno then snatched (y/n)'s hand for handshake as he greets her brightly with stars in his eyes

"such beauty and elegance! welcome to my abode! I'm xeno houston wingfield! nice to finally meeting you again!"

"ah—, yeah. I'm (y/n) ambrose, nice to meet you to....I guess." unknown to xeno, (y/n) can't help but stare at his forehead......

"stan, why didn't you tell me that your friend s with the girl who saved me yesterday? ~"

"yeah..." stanley replied while closing his eyes

"wait— WHAT?!"

#xdrstone #xreader #dr stone x reader #dr. stone x reader #xeno houston wingfield x reader #stanley snyder x reader #xeno wingfield x reader #xdr.stone #reader #dr stone

AMARANTHINE - Dr. STONE

sum☆: "ᵉˡᵉᵍᵃⁿᵗ! "𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 (adj.) undying, immortal, eternally beautifulIn which Stanley Snyder, Xeno Houston Wingfield, and (Y/N) Ambrose were trapped in an unexpected stone world that had been petrified 3,700 years before. However, they were 'infiltrated' by some foreign brats all of a sudden.Of course, they don't give up without a fight, do they?

warnings: all characters are 18+!!! violence. language. FICTION!! don't like it? scroll away!! first ever post on this app. english is not my first language, so ugh.(Dr. Stone x Reader)(Dr. STONE : New America City Arc) MANGA SPOILER

(CHAPTER 8)Z=156: Two Scientists

FLASHBACK

The sun beat down on the dusty ground near the lake, shimmering off the water's surface. Ten-year-old Senku, his brow furrowed in concentration, meticulously adjusted a small rocket propped up on a makeshift launchpad of stacked rocks. Beside him, Taiju, equally earnest but with a hint of nervousness in his eyes, held a battered notebook filled with complex equations.

A few feet away, a small group of children played, their laughter echoing across the water, but Senku and Taiju were oblivious, completely absorbed in their project. Whispers followed them – "Why aren't they playing like normal kids?" "What are they even doing?" – but the two boys remained focused. Taiju, though he longed to join the other children in their games, was fiercely loyal to Senku and his scientific shenanigans. He knew how much this meant to his friend. He just wished, sometimes, that Senku's experiments didn't involve quite so many explosions.

A thin wisp of smoke curled upwards from the base of the rocket. Taiju held his breath. He'd seen this before.

KABWOOM

The rocket ignited with a deafening roar, shooting a plume of fire and smoke into the air before sputtering and falling back to earth in a shower of sparks. The two boys coughed, their faces blackened with soot. This was, unfortunately, not an uncommon occurrence.

Senku and Taiju trudged back to the Ishigami residence, a small, cluttered house filled with the paraphernalia of Senku's experiments. Taiju sighed, tossing the book of rocket engineering onto a dusty table.

"Ohh, you can look up the secrets to making rockets on the computer!" he exclaimed, clearly relieved to be done with the confusing text. He'd had enough of trying to decipher the arcane language of rocket science.

Senku, already hunched over his computer, didn't look up. "You understand English? That's crazy, Taiju!" he said, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

Taiju looked at the screen in awe. "<Dis iz> a what now?" he attempted, struggling with the unfamiliar phrase.

"Nahh not quite, I'm at the <This is a pen> level," Senku corrected, pointing at the screen. "See, most of the academic papers are in English, so I gotta attack this with a dictionary in hand." He gestured to a thick, well-worn English-Japanese dictionary lying open on his desk.

As he continued to type, Senku explained his strategy. "But researching these papers will only get me so far. It'll be quicker to pool intel...from like-minded people out there. That's what science is all about!"

With a decisive click, Senku sent his email to multiple space-related organizations across the globe, including, specifically, NASA.

"You're sending a message out to the world?!" Taiju's eyes widened.

"Yeah," Senku replied with a smirk. "Just call me 'spam-mail Senku.'"

★

NASA, Joshson Space Center

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in a brightly lit office, a video call was in progress.(Y/n), seated comfortably in her chair, had her hair meticulously styled into a sleek up-do by her hairstylist. The stylist worked with ease, ensuring every strand was perfectly placed for the upcoming photoshoot. While the stylist worked her magic, (Y/n) is in lighthearted conversation with Xeno and Stanley, the atmosphere buzzing with pre-shoot excitement. Passing time catchng up with friends is definitely less boring.

"<Really? A kid sent a research paper to NASA about rockets? Now that's shocking,>" (y/n) said, adjusting her head position for the make-up artist.

"<That's correct, but isn't it elegant and intriguing, (n/n)? Stanley? Children of this generation are very interested in toys and other nonsense things! This particular one is interested in science, and he even built his own rocket! How very marvelous this child is.>" Xeno's voice was filled with genuine admiration planning to take the japanese kid his mentee.

"<'Sounds like you exactly.>" Stanley chuckled, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"<Right? Do you have a secret child or what?>" (y/n) teased, eliciting a snicker from Stanley in response.

"<Or maybe you hooked up with some random woman and—>" Stanley began, but Xeno cut him off sharply.

"<You two know that I don't engage in that kind of nonsense you two are talking about,>" he said, his eyes still fixed on the computer screen where he was composing a reply to Senku but briefly glance at the woman in screen as he grumbled.

"<Yeah, whatever you say, doc,>" Stanley muttered.

"<Wanna tell us about that kid?>" (y/n) asked, changing the subject.

"<Well, as far as I know...he mentioned in his email that he is from Japan, a young boy, about 10 years old, and that his father is a professor—he used a supercomputer on the university's campus to perform some calculations for his rocket, how rebellious.>" Xeno explained.

"<Well, I suppose If its for solely for science, I have no say in his matter at all...>" Xeno humms as he type more on his laptop.

"<Really a rebel,>" Stanley murmured, getting nostalgic.

"<Y'know what, Xe? Might as well take the kid as your student while you're at it,>" (y/n) suggested.

Xeno's eyes lit up. "<You read my mind, dear! And perhaps I should teach him more, not just about rocket... Now that his rocket needs some additional supplies, I need to make a list of those things. I'm not sure whether he is able to purchase them, but if he's eager, then...>"

"<If that's the case, I don't definitely mind giving him some funding.>" (y/n) perked up as she nodded at her make-up stylist after finishing her look.

"<Really? I thought ya' don't like brats?>" Stanley shoot up the question as (y/n) rolled her eyes at the soldier making Xeno smile at (y/n)'s generous offer.

"<Oh shut up, Stan>" (y/n) retort as she huffs.

"<Really, dear? I suppose that can do because...>" Xeno said

He finished his email, along with the offer that (y/n) made to help senku, and clicked send, adding the phrase, "Science is elegant."

★

Ding

"Nice, Senku!" Taiju yelled, pumping his fist in the air. "A response from a pro-scientist from NASA!" Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Pipe down," Senku said, though a small smile played on his lips. He carefully read the email and arch a brow.

"Huh? an offer? I can't refuse the financial help that's offering me. It's definitely a 10 billion percent help with my project." Senku smirked as Taiju is in awe again and congratulating again his best friend. But what really caught his eyes is the last words of Dr. X's letter;

"Science is elegant."

Senku stared at the screen. 'Elegant, huh...'

★

"Sooo, you just gotta buy the thermometer on this picture? Think they sell it at the 100-yen shop?" Taiju asked, slurping his cup of noodles. He wondered if any dollar stores in Japan sold a resistance thermometer with a rhodium-platinum alloy heat sensor.

"Let's see how much it is..." Senku muttered.

The two boys' eyes widened as they read the price: half a million yen. They both promptly spat out their noodles.

Senku made a decision. He would accept Dr X's friend's help and travel to America to meet his father, Byakuya, and use his credit card for extra allowance for his rocket project. It's better to have much than not enough, right?

★

A few weeks later, (y/n) was getting her makeup retouched when she called Xeno. "<So, it's been a few weeks. How's that mentee of yours, huh?>"

"<Now that you mention it, yes,>" Xeno replied. "<Teaching Dr. Senku about science is incredibly thrilling, as he is so eager to learn more. The boy continues to amaze me. Also, he extends his gratitude for helping him.>"

"<He also took pictures as proof that your funds were not wasted. I applaud your kindness towards this child, dear>" Xeno smiled as he forwards the pictures to (y/n).

The picture shows the purchased equipments with an adorable thumbs up. It made her softly smiled, she suppose this child is a camera shy one. But one thing for sure, this one is truly a kid, an incredible kid. Now, it really made her want to learn japanese. Maybe Xeno can teach her. (He sure can't deny teaching (y/n))

"<As much as Dr. Senku wants to learn about science, he doesn't know how to use it to rule over the ignorant masses on Earth,>" Xeno continued, taking a sip of coffee. "<Oh well, I understand that he is still a child, so in my position as his mentor, I will teach him everything there is to know about it.>"

★

"<You two would be there, right? If I ever dominate humanity with science in my grasp. (n/n)? Stanley?>" Xeno asked, a strange mix of seriousness and humor in his voice.

Stanley, who had been half-listening, opened his eyes and looked at the phone screen. (Y/n) did the same.

"<Mhm. Whatever you say, doc. Whatever happens, we'll be your by yer' side,>" Stanley said, puffing on his cigarette.

"<Whatever, yeah, sounds fun,>" (y/n) replied casually, closing her eyes as the makeup artist applied eyeshadow.

"<As expected of you two,>" Xeno said. "<The three of us shall take over humanity if anything happens, using the power of science. All three of us will be above them as I use science to reproduce every piece of weaponry.>" He gazed out the window, a dark expression on his face.

★

At NASA's Johnson Space Center, Xeno's coworkers were chatting in the cafeteria.

"<Well, what if you were sent back in time to the Stone Age?>" one of them asked.

Xeno, holding a cup of coffee, replied, ""

"<That'd be your move? Turning into a despot?>" Byakuya asked, raising an eyebrow.

"<What if there were other scientists there?>" the colleague persisted.

"<Whatever crazy situation humanity finds itself in...scientists are ten billion percent sure to pop up,>" Xeno said. Byakuya stood up from his seat.

"There will always be people greedy enough to wanna know every last detail about how the world works. Just like my son!" Byakuya added proudly.

"<In that case, I would confront these others, and in that primitive Stone World...we would learn whose science is superior!>" Xeno retorted, his eyes meeting Byakuya's.

Sometime later, Byakuya bustled around his office at NASA, straightening his tie and adjusting a framed photo of himself and a much younger Senku. He hummed a cheerful tune, a wide grin plastered on his face.

"<My son Senku is on his way!!>" Byakuya exclaimed to his colleagues, barely containing his excitement. He couldn't wait to see his son, though a small, nagging voice in the back of his head reminded him of the real reason for Senku's visit. Only because he maxed out that credit card. Not for a wholesome reason or anything, he thought, the grin faltering slightly before returning full force. He waved off the thought, chalking it up to parental anxieties. He continued chatting animatedly with his coworkers, describing Senku's brilliance and his passion for science.

"<I'm gonna meet him out front,>" Byakuya announced, grabbing his jacket.

Unbeknownst to Byakuya, Xeno, who was working nearby, overheard the conversation. The name "Senku" sparked a flicker of recognition in his mind. He vaguely remembered the name from the email exchanges, the young boy who had sent a research paper to NASA about rockets. Intrigued, he paused his work and listened more intently.

"<Sen.....ku?>" Xeno murmured to himself, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Outside the NASA building, Senku—now a teenager, stood before a large, gleaming statue of a space shuttle, his gaze fixed on its intricate details. His eyes ran a hand lightly over the smooth metal, a sense of awe and wonder filling him. He was so engrossed in his observation that he didn't notice a stranger approach and stand silently beside him. There was an unspoken understanding between them and peacefully stayed quite.

"HEYYY! SENKU!!" Byakuya's booming voice shattered the quiet moment. He rushed towards his son, a wide, beaming smile on his face. Xeno, sensing the familial reunion, discreetly stepped back and began to walk away, allowing father and son some privacy.

"Hm? What's up?" Byakuya asked Senku, noticing the slight look of distraction on his son's face, his eyes following the black-coated stranger.

"Nothing," Senku replied, turning to greet his father.

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AMARANTHINE - Dr. STONE

(CHAPTER 7)Z=155: Science is Elegant

"<Yes, indeed. sniping is the most elegant scientific way to do battle!>"

Xeno declared, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. He gestured with a flourish, emphasizing the word "elegant," as if dissecting the very concept of warfare. He continued, his voice a low, confident hum,

"<We avoid a messy confrontation, and eliminate the key target in short order. Thereby bringing an end to the war while incurring the fewest casualties.>" He leaned back in his chair, the picture of self-satisfaction.

Meanwhile, aboard the Perseus, Luna, clad in a stealth suit that blended seamlessly with the ship's interior, moved with practiced ease. Her mission: locate Dr. Taiju. She subtly activated her comms, sending a coded signal to Stanley, confirming her readiness to begin her investigation. The signal was a quick burst of static, almost imperceptible, but Stanley, perched high above in his sniper's nest, received it loud and clear.

Below, in the makeshift command center, Carlos watched the live feed from Luna's camera, his brow furrowed with concern.

"<Kuhhh! Of course Miss Luna snuck in no problem! The bad guys are probably head over heels for her,>" he exclaimed, the last part delivered with a nervous chuckle. He wasn't entirely sure about the "head over heels" part, but he knew Luna's beauty was a powerful weapon.

Max, standing beside Carlos, shared his anxiety. "<Kahhh! Curse that Stanley for exposing Miss Luna to danger like this!>" he growled, clenching his fist. He paced back and forth, his worry palpable.

"<But this sniping plan…>" Max muttered, glancing up at Stanley's distant position.

"" Carlos finished, his eyes mirroring Max’s apprehension.

High above them, Stanley peered through the scope of his rifle, his focus laser-sharp. "<Which one is he? Which one is Dr. Taiju…?>" he murmured to himself, scanning the crowd below, searching for the telltale signs that would identify his target.

Back on the Perseus, Minami, her voice amplified by the ship's communication system, addressed the enemy forces, her tone a mix of defiance and diplomacy.

"And that's the gist of it! We're out to revive all of humanity! We were hoping to have your cooperation, of course," she announced, the message broadcasting across the airwaves.

"Obviously we won't surrender and serve under you, but…we're always open to a civilized discussion!!"

Inside the Perseus’s makeshift bridge, Ginro peeked through the doorway, a confused expression on his face. "Can the enemy even hear what you're saying?" he asked.

"Radio broadcast," Homura replied curtly, not bothering to look up from her own task.

"I figure it's worth putting out there, at least," Minami added, shrugging. "Though we don't know what sort of person Dr. Xeno really is."

Meanwhile, in the factory, (Y/n) leaned against the doorframe, her gaze fixed on Gen, who was performing some minor task nearby. Her stare was intense, unwavering, and Gen felt it like a physical weight.

'Ahh~….I should be happy that the lovely woman is staring at me,' Gen thought, sweat dripping down his temple, 'but I can't – she can clearly see right through me!!'

He tried to appear nonchalant, but his every movement betrayed his unease. He avoided (Y/n)'s gaze, his eyes darting nervously around the room.

Xeno, seated at his desk with headphones on, his back to the pair, spoke without turning around. "<Now dear, stop staring at Mr. Gen, he might already be dead if you continue to do so.>"

'Yes, please…!' Gen thought, sighing in relief as the oppressive gaze finally lifted.

"" (Y/n) replied, closing her eyes briefly. A whirlwind of thoughts swirled through her mind. '<Tsk, an amateur magician, eh? You may fool Xeno with your pretend façade, but to me, you don't. And Luna? I have doubts about her. She can fool anybody, yes, but anyone can fool her easily too. Maybe they're going to trick her into something right now in exchange for information.>'

And just as (Y/n) suspected, a plan was indeed unfolding to deceive Luna.

"<Hello, again. Luna, was it? My name is Senku.>" Senku said, his voice smooth and confident. He extended a hand, unaware that he was unintentionally cutting off Luna's shocked expression. Luna was taken aback. Dr. Taiju, the science leader of the Kingdom of Science, was unexpectedly…charming?

'<This charming Senku is quite unsettling,>' Luna thought, her mind racing. '<He's probably gonna take his time to ask about Dr. Xeno in some roundabout way!>'

Kinro and Yuzuriha, standing nearby, exchanged nervous glances. 'He's playing it up,' they thought simultaneously, sweat dripping down their foreheads.

"" Senku’s sudden shift in demeanor, his charming facade dropping away to reveal a sharp, demanding edge, startled everyone.

Yuzuriha, Kinro, and Kirisame abruptly stood up, their faces etched with concern. "Senku!"

Senku, his attention now focused on Ryusui, who had just arrived with Francois, waved them off. "What? The interrogation was going well," he replied, crossing his arms.

Ryusui, however, had other ideas. He pulled Senku aside, explaining his strategy. "As we need the young lady to open her heart to us," he suggested, "please make use of Bar Francois." Francois, standing nearby, placed a hand on their chest and bowed, happily obliging.

"The trick to winning someone over is fulfilling their desire!" Ryusui declared.

"I do not know what Master Luna desires, but we can venture a guess," Francois suggested.

"Hmph, how about…the last thing that anyone'd say they hate…" Ryusui hinted.

"Ice cream!!" The word hung in the air, a beacon of sugary hope.

Inside the lab mobile, Senku quizzed Ryusui. "You got data to back that up?"

"Sure, my research as a desire specialist!" Ryusui replied confidently.

"It's true – I can't imagine there's much of an anti-ice cream faction out here," Minami added.

"You'd gotta be nuts to have anything against ice cream!" Yo exclaimed, his eyes glazing over as he daydreamed of frozen delights.

Senku launched into an explanation of the ice cream-making process, as he and Francois began preparing the treat. "The ingredients are exceedingly simple," he began. "Milk." He held up a carton. "Sugar." He displayed a bag. "And in place of gelatin…we'll use kudzu powder to achieve that smooth, velvety mouthfeel."

"Vanilla essence makes the difficulty skyrocket," Senku added.

"I remember, I had a hard time using it for Valentine's Day," Yuzuriha shared, a nostalgic smile gracing her lips.

"Since vanilla beans don't grow in the U.S., we gotta synthesize the flavor with science!" Senku explained, holding up a test tube and a copper wire. "Wrap copper wire around a test tube…stick a piece of iron inside…hook it up to our cellphone's high-voltage battery…and switch it on!!" Ginro stared at the setup, his eyes wide with fascination.

"Whoa, it's glowing purple!"

As the "ice cream making" proceeded inside the lab, Luna couldn't resist peeking through the window, her curiosity piqued.

'<What are they up to? Hm…?>' she wondered.

Inside, the ice cream production continued. "Stinks like a swimming pool!!" Minami complained, pinching her nose.

"Or like a photo-copier, I'd say," Ryusui added.

"That's ozone you're smelling," Senku confirmed.

"I thought we were trying to make ice cream?! Wanna get us back on track?!"

"Take bay laurel extract…boil it in our old friend sodium hydroxide…and infuse it with the ozone we just made…to get…vanilla essence!" Senku declared, combining the ozone and sodium hydroxide, producing a sweet-smelling mixture.

"Just like that?" Minami asked, incredulous.

"Smells…sweet!" Homura agreed, unable to resist the enticing aroma.

Senku then poured the mixture into a container filled with the other ingredients and placed it in a larger bowl of ice. "Stir well as the ingredients chill." As they sprinkled salt on the ice, Francois addressed Taiju, who was diligently stirring the container.

"Adding salt to the ice drops the temp a few dozen degrees," Senku explained.

Luna, still peering through the window, spotted Dr. Taiju. '<There's Dr. Taiju! I have to get near and point him out…!>' she thought, moving closer. Nikki intercepted her, blocking her path.

"<Not so fast. Since you're hurt, you better get some rest,>" Nikki suggested, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. She gave Luna a pointed look, subtly conveying that she wasn't buying Luna's act.

"<Th-thanks, I'm okay!>" Luna stammered, her agitation barely concealed. She tried to brush past Nikki, but Nikki stood firm.

A few minutes later, the ice cream-making process reached its culmination. Francois, with a flourish, poured the finished ice cream into a pre-chilled, icing-like container, then expertly swirled it onto a crisp cone. A triumphant announcement echoed through the lab:

SOFT-SERVING ICE CREAM, ACQUIRED!!

A buzz of excitement filled the air as everyone was offered a cone. Luna accepted hers hesitantly. As the first lick of the icy treat touched her tongue, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. The familiar sweetness, the creamy texture…it was a taste from a world lost. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of bittersweet memories and the simple pleasure of the ice cream.

After a moment, Luna, her voice still slightly choked with emotion, turned to Senku, who was perched on the lab mobile's roof, gazing up at the star-studded sky. "<That electric stuff…how'd you use it to make vanilla?!>" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Senku looked down at her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "<There's always a workaround for whatever we're lacking. Humans have been persevering like that for two million years,>" he replied. He paused, then continued, his voice taking on a more passionate tone.

"<Getting to the root of the raw elements that make up this world of ours helps us create stuff we got no business having. That's the sweet side of organic chemistry.>"

Luna, still holding the half-eaten ice cream, looked at it thoughtfully. Senku’s words echoed in her mind. Then, as if snapping out of a trance, she remembered her mission.

'<Nope, nuh-uh. I'm supposed to be into intellectual types! And Dr. Taiju is their science leader, right?!>' she thought, her resolve hardening.

She turned back to Senku, forcing a smile. "<J-job well done, with this! To borrow Xeno's favorite word, it's really…>" she paused, searching for the right word.

"<Elegant,>" Luna finished, Senku's eyes widening slightly.

The word hung in the air, charged with unspoken meaning. Senku stared at Luna, a look of stunned realization on his face.

"<Luna, is Dr. Xeno…a former NASA scientist?>" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Luna blinked, surprised by the question. "<How'd you know that…?>" she replied, unknowingly confirming Senku's suspicions.

A tense silence followed. Ryusui, who had been observing the exchange, looked at Senku expectantly. "Well? Who is he?"

Senku remained silent for a moment, lost in thought. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and revelation. "When I…started making rockets…Dr. Xeno was my science mentor." He placed his hands on his hips, his gaze fixed on the stars, the weight of the revelation settling upon him.

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who would've thought that yandere ex-crush would miss your presence? your annoying voice and you, constanty following him anywhere like a disgusting leech.

yandere ex-crush who's should be glad that now you are gone. but why can he seem to miss your presence...? No— he should not think of that, there are more plenty fishes in the sea, he can get anyone he wants. Tsk, but why does he felt oddly lonely?

yandere ex-crush who's unconciously looking around for your presence. waiting for you to annoy him again.

yandere ex-crush who heard your voice at a distant calling at your greetings as he walks into the campus. sighing. 'finally,where have you been?' he thought as your eager voice nearing to annoy him again.

but before he can retort at your greeting, yandere ex-crush widened his eyes as you ran past at him. not looking at him, as if ignoring him, like he never exist. Him? you ignoring HIM?

'what...?' yandere ex-crush thought. still dumbfunded as you talk with your friends. Shouldn't you greeting him? give your attention to him? and only to him?

yandere ex-crush who felt his heart broke into pieces, realizing now that you ignoring, not likin— loving him anymore...

yandere ex-crush thought that your friends should be gone, its their fault that you are not with him anymore after all, yes, they should be out of the picture. So, you'll come back to him.

no can do, yandere ex-crush will do anything just for you to like him, to love him again. But this time, he will never let you go, he will love you back and give his attention to you only.

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AMARANTHINE - Dr. STONE

warnings:. all characters are 18+!!! violence. language. FICTION!! don't like it? scroll away!! first ever post on this app. english is not my first language, so ugh.(Dr. Stone x Reader)(Dr. STONE : New America City Arc) MANGA SPOILER

(CHAPTER 6) Z=154: Spy vs. Spy

"we'll find the enemy science leader...

"...and capture him!!"

"<...and to assassinate him!!>"

Senku and Dr. Xeno exclaimed in unison, while the troops of the enemy kingdom and the other members of the kingdom of science were now exploring the forest to complete their respective missions.

The rhythmic crunch of leaves underfoot was the only sound breaking the serene tranquility of the forest. Stanley and (Y/n) were deep in thought, their minds racing with the complexities of their mission. Suddenly, a faint rustling sound caught their attention. They turned to see a young woman dressed in a striped dress, her footsteps trailing behind them.

"<So, can we trust this Gen guy?." she asked, her voice carrying a hint of skepticism.

(Y/n) glanced at Stanley, her eyes seeking his opinion. "<Luna,>" she began, addressing the woman, "<Xeno entrusted you with infiltrating the enemy's ship. Do you think you can handle it?>"

Luna nodded, her expression a mixture of determination and nervousness. "<Of course, I can,>" she replied, her voice a bit shaky. Even after all these years, she still found it difficult to converse with (Y/n) without feeling a sense of anxiety and intimidation. Despite her fear, Luna admired (Y/n) deeply, seeing her as a role model.

"" (Y/n) said, turning her attention to their weapons. As she prepared for the mission, Stanley responded to Luna's question about Gen.

"<Trust?>" he scoffed. "<Anyone who trusts an enemy who just double-crossed his own people needs an appointment with a head doctor.>"

"<We'll pump him for intel, but keep him at arm's length otherwise,>" Stanley continued. "<Odds are he's a spy.>"

Luna agreed, her voice a bit more confident this time. "<Right, sure. I mean, duh. Obviously! I realized that too. That was me testing you, Stanley. I didn't think you'd get careless, but I had to be sure!>"

In the distance, chaos began to unfold. (Y/n) climbed a towering tree, finding the perfect vantage point to observe the enemy's base. She brought out her binocular telescope and began scanning the area.

Meanwhile, below, Carlos and Max were expressing their loyalty to Luna. "<No way, Miss Luna! I'll carry every last one if I have to!>" Carlos exclaimed, his voice filled with determination. Max echoed his sentiment, eager to impress Luna with his bravery.

"<What? Now you're up for the job? Why don't you take a nap while I carry the cargo?>" Carlos retorted, his competitive spirit ignited. Max, eager to impress Luna, joined the fray, and soon the two were engaged in a heated argument.

"<You're not carrying a thing, Luna,>" Stanley's voice cut through the bickering. He lit a cigarette, a calm demeanor contrasting with the chaos below. "<And that's non-negotiable. Not a thing. That heavy stuff could leave marks on your body, and you've got a job to do.>"

Just then, (Y/n) shouted from above, her voice echoing through the trees. "<You four there, quit talking and come up here!>"

Stanley, Luna, Carlos, and Max scrambled up the tree to join her. As they reached the top, Carlos's eyes widened in astonishment as he beheld the massive enemy ship.

"<So that's the enemy ship?>" he asked nervously.

"<KAHHH! IT'S HUGE!!>" Max exclaimed, his voice filled with awe.

"<Wow, this other science-pro isn't half-bad,>" Luna said, her admiration growing. "<Of course, he's nothing compared to Xeno!>"

(Y/n) handed Stanley her binoculars, allowing him to get a closer look at the ship. "" she said, as Stanley taking the binoculars from her hands then kissing them.

"<So, we should begin measuring and not waste time,>" (Y/n) continued, pulling out thermometers and weather vanes and handing them to Stanley. Stanley picked up the weather vane and lifted it into the air, placing it on the top of a tree branch to begin taking measurements.

"<Do these... measure temperature and humidity?>" Luna asked, holding her own thermometer.

"<They're made by Doc Xeno, who tends to be overly helpful,>" Stanley replied. "<Despite my insistence I could figure out that stuff using my senses. Well, extra data'll only help with accuracy, I guess.>"

"<And is that a weathervane?>" Carlos asked, his curiosity piqued.

"<Kah kah kah! Why take all these readings? You playing weather reporter?>" Max chimed in.

(Y/n) answered their questions, her voice calm and authoritative. "<It all affects bullet velocity.>" The other three were taken aback by her explanation, realizing that Stanley was carefully tracking the environmental conditions to ensure the perfect shot.

"<No way... from this distance?>" Luna looked at Stanley with a mixture of awe and apprehension.

"<I'll snipe the enemy science leader... with a rifle made by Xeno's science,>" Stanley replied, his voice filled with determination. He positioned himself on his stomach, finding a clear view of the ship through his scope.

"<We've got a glimpse of the area via spy plane. This is the optimal firing position,>" he said, remaining still.

"<We... we're gonna kill them...?>" Luna looked up at Stanley and (Y/n), her eyes wide with uncertainty.

"<Just their science leader,>" (Y/n) replied, preparing her own gun and reloading it.

"<Isn't that kinda awful?>" Luna asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Stanley's glare was immediate, silencing Luna's question. "<Just kidding! Just making sure that those two wimps don't try to chicken out of this! That's part of my job!>" Luna exclaimed, her panic evident as she averted her gaze from Stanley's intense stare.

"<That's our Miss Luna, cool as a cucumber!>" Max and Carlos exclaimed, their admiration for Luna growing.

"<I've got goosebumps!>" Max added, his voice filled with excitement.

"<So what's the job of mine you two mentioned before? And why am I wearing this striped outfit...?>" Luna asked, her curiosity piqued.

"<Each stripe is five inches,>" Stanley answered.

"<You'll be our yard stick, Luna,>" (Y/n) finished.

"<By matching up with my crosshairs, I can calculate the distance to the target,>" Stanley added.

"<You're about as young as they are, Luna. So they're less likely to see you as a threat. Board their ship, and find Dr. Taiju, their science leader,>" Stanley instructed.

"<(N/n), help Luna get close to the ship, will you?>" Stanley requested (Y/n), who nodded and began to descend from the tree.

"<No need to ask twice, captain~ Come on now, Luna,>" (Y/n) purred, motioning for Luna to follow her.

"<Ri-right!>" Luna replied, her voice a bit shaky. With an awkward silence, (Y/n) guided Luna towards the lair near the ship.

"<luna, dear>" (Y/n) called out, her voice carrying a sense of urgency.

"<Yes...?>" Luna responded quietly, her attention drawn to (Y/n).

"<Xeno and Stanley may not know this, but I have a feeling that Dr. Taiju is not the science leader...>" (Y/n) revealed, her voice filled with a hint of intrigue. Randomly telling Luna her suspicioun despite not being close with the younger woman.

"<Huh? How so?>" Luna asked, her curiosity piqued.

"<Just a feeling. Anyway, word of advice, trust your instincts,>" (Y/n) replied.

"<Huh... right...>" Luna nodded, her mind racing.

The two came to a stop at their intended spot.

"" (Y/n) said, bidding Luna farewell.

Luna watched (Y/n) walk away, her heart filled with admiration. She was truly her role model. But then, remembering her mission, she immediately began to mess herself up to look as if she had been harassed or hurt.

'I'm Luna, the smoothest operator! Luna, the capable gal!!' Luna exclaimed in her head as she emerged from her hiding spot, tears in her eyes and her appearance disheveled. How could anyone not help a poor girl in such a state?

Ryusui and Senku noticed Luna's crawling figure on the ship's ladder.

From afar, Stanley observed the scene with interest.

'Sailing out to sea could've saved them, but they're staying put because... they're reluctant to abandon an ally. Lucky these kiddies are so naïve. And softies like that... won't ignore a girl crying for help,' Stanley thought to himself.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) decided to return to the factory, knowing that Stanley and the others could handle the mission properly. She decided to accompany Xeno, who was 'tormenting' Gen.

As (Y/n) walked away, she glanced back at Luna, carrying out her mission.

'You sent a spy into our ranks? Well, here's our counter-op. Two can play at this game,' she thought as she continued to walk away.

"Help me please! I'm desperate to run away from that horrid Dr. Xeno and his kingdom!!" Luna cried out desperately, her voice filled with emotion as she pleaded for help from the crew of the Perseus.

Mozu perked up, his attention drawn to Luna's appearance.

"Hm? She's cute," Mozu mused, his eyes lingering on Luna. However, his comment was quickly met with disapproval from Kirisame.

"Not the time nor place, Mozu," Kirisame admonished, her voice stern.

Senku stepped closer to Luna, his presence drawing Ryusui's attention. Ryusui couldn't help but smirk, his mind racing with possibilities.

'Hmph. Tough call here,' Ryusui thought, his suspicion of Luna growing. 'Of course, I want to help her... but we can't take her at face value.'

Luna looked up as she heard Senku's footsteps approaching.

"Are you hurt, miss? Have no fear, you're safe now! Please, come onto our ship," Senku offered, his words laced with charm. Luna couldn't help but blush at his kind demeanor.

"Th-thanks..." Luna replied, her voice a bit shaky.

"Let's get you some first-aid below deck!" Taiju said, offering to help Luna. Kirisame took Luna into her arms, carrying her towards the ship to tend to her wounds.

"Turning on the charm, huh?" Yuzuriha sweatdropped, amused by Senku's actions.

"Really, Senku...?" Kinro echoed, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement.

Meanwhile, at Tsukasa's group, they were discussing their strategy.

"We only have a general idea of where Chrome, Kohaku, and Gen went," Suika said.

"Right, we need intel," Ukyo added.

"Capturing their science leader will allow us to seize the initiative. Yes... any information about the enemy would be helpful at this point," Tsukasa concluded.

Back on the Perseus, Luna internally decided to fulfill her mission while most of the crew remained suspicious of her.

"We're really letting some suspicious girl board the ship?" Nikki asked warily.

"Who cares? She's cute," Mozu replied, his admiration for Luna unabated.

"Senku's a man, if you know what I mean! And maybe doe-eyed blondes push all the right buttons for him!" Yo exclaimed, teasing Senku.

"Naw, this isn't what it seems..." Yuzuriha countered.

Senku smirked mischievously. "Ku ku ku... we'll extract all the info we can outta this girl and send a coded message to Tsukasa and the special forces." He added with a devilish grin, "It's spy versus spy! Black-hearted schemers. Trying to outfox each other! I told'ya it wasn't what it seemed!"

At the same time, (Y/n) returned to the factory, eager to report on the ongoing mission.

"<Ah dear, you came back earlier than I expected,>" Xeno said, noticing (Y/n)'s arrival. He snatched her hand, pulling her closer to him and grabbing her waist delicately.

Gen stared warily at the two, his eyes darting between them as they swayed around the room, creating a peaceful yet suffocating aura. For him, it was a suffocating moment, but for the two, it was a peaceful one.

(Y/n) noticed Gen's stare, her eyes meeting his. She held Xeno's hand and her other hand on his right shoulder, returning the stare with a cold look.

"<Yes, Luna successfully infiltrated the ship, and at this moment she's looking for the science leader. But I have a feeling... that their science leader, Dr. Taiju, is only a decoy,>" (Y/n) said, her voice filled with conviction. Gen's eyes widened slightly at her statement, but he managed to suppress his reaction.

"<Oh~ is that so? Mind telling me more, dear?>" Xeno asked, his eyes sparkling with interest.

"<Well, to begin with, I doubt that our foreign guest, Mr. Gen, would have promptly told us his previous science leader's name,>" (Y/n) continued. "<As a result, I thought he might be using a fake name or another name as a cover-up to avoid being caught. Second, he claimed to be a magician, is that correct? According to what I've known, magicians can use psychological tricks to hide their true identities. I'm not sure, but I have a feeling that Mr. Gen might also be what is known as a 'mentalist,'>" (Y/n) concluded.

As (Y/n) spoke, Gen couldn't help but look at her in horror. This woman is really dangerous, he thought. But he managed to maintain his composure, looking at (Y/n) as if he were unaware of her accusation.

"<We-well, how can you say that, Miss (Y/n)? I'm sure it's just a suspicion, right? Ye-yes, I'm a magician, but I'm an inexperienced one, you see... I-I mean look at me, I'm weak and helpless..., and plus, you don't have concrete evidence...? R-right?>" Gen defended himself, his voice trembling slightly as he tried to portray himself as a vulnerable and naïve person.

"<Hmm... I suppose you're right about that. I apologize for my false accusation,>" (Y/n) said, her voice filled with sincerity. However, her true intention was to expose him to Xeno, who was now deep in thought about her earlier statement.

"<Oh, it's alright, Miss (Y/n)...>" Gen responded, his nervous smile masking his relief. He sweatdropped, still shaken by her revelation.

"<Hmm... I suppose you're right, dear, but first, let Stan and the others finish their mission so we can discuss this later. I'm sure Stan will like to hear your thoughts,>" Xeno said, kissing (Y/n)'s hand and releasing her from his embrace.

"" (Y/n) replied, her expression neutral.

Unbeknownst to the two, Gen continued to stare at the group in the distance, his mind racing. 'Crap..., it seems this mission is more difficult than I expected, especially with this very observant lady on their side. She might expose me at any moment! Miss (Y/n) a woman you are!' Gen shuddered at the thought.

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AMARANTHINE - Dr. STONE

(CHAPTER 5) Z=153: War game

"C'mon, everyone! Let's evaluate the state of this war, okay?!" Magma exclaimed, a cocky grin plastered across his face as he pointed at himself.

"Here we go—it's prettified Magma again," Yo said, tilting his head in amusement. "But the way you're talking is almost too polite. It's freaking me out."

"Shut your freakin' trap or I'll kill you dead." Magma began, his voice trailing off as he said a suitably threatening retort.

"You showed your true colors in five seconds flat! Try committing to the act a little longer!" Yo responded, feigning surprise.

"No way, cuz I'm out to kill that piece of crap they call Dr. Xeno!" Magma declared, his eyes narrowed in determination.

"We came here for corn, right? And Dr. Xeno's the guy with all the corn. So the quickest solution is to kill that guy! Duh!" Magma said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Then, Magma, eager to enlist Yo and his weapons, started cajoling him into joining the plan to take down Xeno before anything else could happen. Mantle joined in, and eventually, Yo agreed. They were about to run off to shoot Xeno when Nikki stopped them.

"What kind of numbskulls think they can face a machine gun head-on?!" Nikki scolded the trio.

"Yeah, well, we got a superweapon of our own!" Magma shouted back, his voice filled with bravado.

"Too bad theirs has about ten billion percent more power. It'd be another story if this enemy was willing to wait around while we built our own gunpowder factory..." Senku said from the back, carrying a basket.

"Right. Let's evaluate the state of this war," Tsukasa agreed.

Meanwhile, the Perseus crew was gathered around a war table, their kingdom of science war leaders discussing their next move. With the stolen aircraft, they decided to convert the Perseus into an aircraft carrier, just in case the Americans decided to come back with planes. They began the crafting process, improving the plane with features like twisted bamboo wheels. Ryusui had a distinct feeling that by remaining stationary, they were unintentionally assisting the enemy.

"Ha ha! Exactly! If they come at us from above, then so be it!" Ryusui said with a confident smile.

'A dogfight! Aircraft versus aircraft!'

'We're turning the Perseus into an aircraft carrier! All hands on deck for this quick construction project!'

"Wow. We're really building a runway on the deck? Will it actually allow us to fly?" Minami asked the duo, Senku and Ryusui.

"Hmph, an ultra-light airplane... only needs 20 meters to take off," Ryusui said to Senku, discussing the carrier project with glint in his eyes.

"And for landings, we'll use wires to stop the plane by force! Just like on real aircraft carriers," Senku concluded.

Meanwhile, on Dr. Xeno's side.

"<No, they cannot escape. Hence the reason why we deployed the spy plane—to discourage them,>" Xeno said.

Suddenly, a gigantic woman walked past Gen while eating meat.

"<Are we gonna hunt 'em down with the plane and beat 'em into submission? Is that it?>" Maya asked.

Xeno answered, "<These poor youths are too clever for their own good. They'll be wary of such tactics and stay rooted to the spot! But no—I have a solution in mind that's more elegant.>"

"<Keep them pinned down... and eliminate the enemy scientist,>" Xeno finished, a sinister smile playing on his lips as he glanced back at Maya and Gen.

When Gen heard these words leave Xeno's mouth, he looked at Xeno's back, his face flushed with anxiety.

"<According to our new friend, Mr. Gen, there's a single superhuman science-pro among them. As such, to bring this kiddie kingdom of science crumbling down... we need to only eliminate their leader,>" Xeno said.

"Dr. Taiju...!" Gen thought, his face shooking in panic.

Gen continued to stare at Xeno anxiously, but...

"<Great idea, brilliant-bay, truly. B-b-but can you pull it off?!>" Gen asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Stanley and (Y/n) were leaning against the door, listening intently.

"<We can,>" (Y/n) confirmed without hesitation.

"<How EXACTLY?!>" Gen asked anxiously again.

(Y/n) glared down at Gen, her eyes narrowed with annoyance. She couldn't believe he was questioning their ability to handle the situation. Her disdain was evident as she took a step closer, her heels clicking against the hard pavement.

"<Ha?>" she scoffed, her voice laced with sarcasm. "<Are you underestimating us? Well, don't waste your time doubting us because simply—>" She paused, her expression turning serious.

Gen shook his head vigorously, his eyes wide with fear as he met the woman's intense gaze. "<N-no! Of course not, Miss (Y/n)! I didn't mean to doubt you. I was just—>" He trailed off, unable to find the right words to justify his earlier skepticism.

Stanley turned to answer, interrupting the two bickering.

"<We. Can.>"

"<Mr. Gen! When Stan and (Y/n) claim they can get the job done, there's no need to question it!>" Xeno said, placing a hand on Gen's head, startling him.

Then, Stanley and (Y/n) hurriedly dashed out the door to carry out their mission.

"<Because, they can,>" Xeno finished.

'I'm... terribly sorry... dear Taiju,' Gen thought, offering a silent apology to Taiju in advance.

Meanwhile, on the Perseus crew...

"We could give up on the corn... abandon Gen, Chrome, and Kohaku, and sail out to sea. That would save us," Hyoga suggested to the crew.

Taiju panicked and shouted, "Like we'd ever do that!"

"Of course not. But the enemy doesn't know that, that's my point," Hyoga replied.

"So we can expect them to attack without delay," Tsukasa added.

"Ku ku ku, where are our manners? Let's not make our hosts do all the work, when we can take the fight to them instead," Senku said, amused.

"A small elite unit. In that case, since Dr. Xeno is the source of their science... then our goal is to capture him!" Tsukasa concluded.

"This unit will include..."

"Tsukasa."

"Hyoga."

"Ukyo."

"Suika."

'Neither side can move its base of operations, neither side can flee. It's a science siege that could turn into a...' Gen thought.

"For one side to win..." Senku said with a terrifying smile, mirroring the one on Xeno's face.

"...It's gonna put the other's leader in checkmate."

'...Kingdom of science versus kingdom of science battle! This fight'll be determined with a breakneck attack!'

As Senku selected Tsukasa, Hyoga, Ukyo, and Suika to venture forth, Stanley and (Y/n) were also making their way through the dense forest, their weapons drawn and ready to confront any threats that might arise. The crisp autumn air was filled with the sounds of rustling leaves and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot, creating a sense of both tranquility and unease.

#xreader #dr stone x reader #dr. stone x reader

AMARANTHINE - Dr. STONE

(CHAPTER 4) Z=152: Doctor vs. Doctor

As Chrome and Kohaku arrived at their designated vantage point, they were immediately struck by the sheer scale of the enemy factory. Its towering smokestacks and sprawling buildings dwarfed everything around it. Chrome, ever the strategist, was already on the line with the Perseus, relaying the latest intel.

"Perseus, come in! We have a new development," Chrome announced, her voice urgent.

On the Perseus, Senku and the others listened intently. "Got it. No more words," Senku replied, his tone equally serious.

"Right, since we're using radio waves, the enemy scientist could be intercepting our signal," Yuzuriha pointed out, her eyes filled with concern. Tsukasa nodded in agreement.

Just then, the Perseus received another incoming call. Magma, assuming it was Chrome, answered without hesitation. However, the voice on the other end was not Chrome's but that of Dr. Xeno, the mastermind behind the enemy forces.

"Greetings," Xeno said, his voice cold and calculating. "I presume this is your preferred frequency for communication?"

A wave of shock swept through the Perseus crew. The enemy had located their communication channel.

"MWAH HA HA! So you're the big bad guy, huh? You got guts!" Magma exclaimed, his bravado momentarily masking his fear.

"I apologize for my limited Japanese language skills," Xeno replied, his voice laced with disdain. "However, this conversation is not suitable for such primitive minds. I demand to speak with your science team leader."

The crew exchanged nervous glances. They knew who Xeno wanted to talk to.

"Put Dr. Taiju on the line," Xeno commanded.

Taiju, still dressed in his Gen costume, pointed at himself in confusion. "Me?"

Minami explained the situation to Senku, who realized immediately what was happening. "Ah, I see. This is Gen's doing," Senku said, picking his ear with his pinky finger.

"Guess I'm tagging in for Senku," Taiju announced, his voice filled with determination.

"Taiju here! That's Dr. Taiju to you! So you're Dr. Xeno, huh? Pay attention, because I've got something to say to you," Taiju shouted into the phone. "Shooting people with machine guns without warning... isn't nice!"

Senku, Ukyo, and Yuzuriha couldn't help but chuckle at Taiju's naivete. 'Well, duh,' they thought in unison.

"My apologies," Xeno replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "My soldiers, Stanley and (Y/N), merely wanted to demonstrate the chasm between our respective levels of science."

"Now, Dr. Taiju," Xeno continued, "as a fellow science-pro yourself, you must surely realize... we already possess a Haber Bosch plant."

Taiju's eyes widened in confusion. "A Haber... thingy? That's awesome, Dr. Xeno!" he exclaimed, clearly out of his depth.

Senku quickly intervened. "Don't talk more than you need to, you big oaf, or the cracks will start showing," he warned Taiju.

Minami asked Senku what Xeno was talking about. "What is he talking about?"

Senku explained. "A Haber Bosch plant is a factory that makes ammonia. In short, with just water and air, they can produce unlimited gunpowder and ammunition."

"So that's how they can fire those machine guns all day long!" Taiju shouted into the phone.

"You get the gist, Dr. Taiju," Xeno replied.

The Perseus crew was impressed by Taiju's performance. "Who knew Taiju was such a performer?" Ukyo said.

Yuzuriha couldn't help but laugh. "More like up front and direct," she replied.

"We are a collective of professional adults," Xeno said, his voice filled with contempt. "Unlike your ragtag band of merry youths playing with science. Now, I hope you'll surrender at once and serve me. Nothing more, nothing less. You see, our population is lacking."

Xeno explained that he didn't have enough manpower to de-petrify the statues and was therefore unable to expand his forces. He offered the Perseus crew a chance to surrender and serve him.

Ryusui realized why the enemy lacked revival fluid. Magma, however, was confused. "What's he mean? They don't have enough people? Why not just wake up the stone statues lying around everywhere?" he asked.

"HA HA! This tells us... they don't know about the revival fluid! Am I right?" Ryusui said confidently.

Xeno, realizing his mistake, asked how the Perseus crew had revived the statues. He was unintentionally revealing his ignorance of the revival fluid.

"Well, we..." Taiju began to explain, but Senku and Ryusui interrupted him. "We'll simply crush your group once we have the manpower to do so," Senku said, his voice cold and calculating.

Senku then revealed that they could have Corn City running with the formula. With that, Taiju rejected Xeno's offer, and Xeno promptly ended the call.

"You're never getting the revival fluid! Request denied, mister!" Taiju shouted into the phone.

"Very well. Negotiations have broken down then. What a shame," Xeno replied, his voice filled with disappointment.

Just then, the Perseus crew heard a noise and looked up to see another enemy plane flying overhead. The enemy had reinforcements.

"<Ooh, that's one whopper of a flagship,>" Stanley remarked, his eyes wide with amazement.

(Y/N), ever the daredevil, climbed onto the roof of the plane and sat in a makeshift seat, her machine gun ready. "<How cute~,>" she cooed, gripping the gun tightly.

Meanwhile, on the Perseus, the crew turned to Senku for guidance. "How can we fight back? We don't have an airstrip," Ukyo asked.

Senku's response was both unexpected and ingenious. "Then we just gotta make one," he replied.

"Where?" Ukyo asked, confused.

Senku pointed at the Perseus. "Here," he said. "We're going to build an aircraft carrier on the Perseus."

The crew was stunned. An aircraft carrier on a ship? It was a crazy idea, but it was also the only way to fight back against the overwhelming enemy forces. Senku announced that he and Kaseki would start building a runway.

"It's aircraft carrier time!" Senku shouted excitedly. "The Perseus is getting a total makeover!"

#xreader #dr. stone x reader #dr stone x reader

AMARANTHINE - Dr. STONE

(CHAPTER 3) Z=151: Dr. X

The crew had salvaged the downed airplane, finding a treasure trove of corn kernels – a lucky find that could save them years of cultivation. Senku, ever the scientist, announced his plan to track down the enemy, while Gen wondered who would be sent on the mission.

"A whole cornfield would be a lucky find that'd save us a year of cultivation and propagation!" Senku said to his companions. "Don't forget why we came all this way – the corn."

"Ahem... I meant... who will be doing... the pursuing?" Gen asked.

tadah-!

"Me, the explorer! Gen, the mentalist! And Kohaku, the gori – er, the bodyguard with hyper vision! The ultimate trio tracking someone down!" Chrome exclaimed, pointing at himself, Gen, and Kohaku.

"Plus the enemy might notice a larger group," Kohaku added.

"Bad way to go, Gen!" Chrome complimented the mentalist.

The Stone World pair were excited at the prospect of exploring foreign lands. As the trio began their journey to track down the enemies, Gen suddenly realized something was amiss.

"Wait, something's off," he said. "They're luring us in. The enemies know exactly... what they're doing."

"How infuriating," Gen muttered. "They dare challenge a mentalist of my caliber?"

He recalled his recent loss in a poker game, a frustrating experience that had left him determined to improve.

"Two losses in a row? No thank you," Gen said. "Because I..."

"... have to do some growing of my own," he finished confidently. "Chrome, Kohaku, hang back and allow me to take the lead. I'll be sure to mark the path forward with flowers."

As Chrome and Kohaku followed Gen's instructions, he ventured off on a different path, leaving behind a trail of flowers to guide his return.

"<Hello, is anyone there?>" Gen called out warily.

"<YIIKES!>" he exclaimed as two unknown figures revealed themselves. A man pointed a machine gun at Gen, while a woman stood behind him, a combat knife pressed to his neck.

"<Whoa! Who are you guys? I totally didn't realize anyone was up there!>" Gen exclaimed.

"<How terrifying! Please don't point a gun and a knife at me!>"

The man began to pat Gen down, while the woman continued to hold him at knifepoint.

"<Patting me down? I swear I'm not carrying any weapons!>" Gen said truthfully.

The woman behind him, her breath a sigh of annoyance, pressed the knife a little closer to Gen's neck. Her movements were deliberate, each shift of the blade sending a shiver down his spine. He inhaled sharply, a reflex triggered by the sudden proximity of the cold steel.

"<How annoying,>" she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. "<This one is sure loud. Anyways, any weapons, Stan?>" Her eyes darted to the man beside Gen, her gaze searching for any sign of a weapon.

"<Yeah, no weapons. But... you've got other stuff up your sleeves, who are you?>"

As the man questioned Gen, the woman released him from her grasp. Gen finally got a good look at the second enemy, and he couldn't help but be impressed by her beauty.

When the man saw Gen staring at his partner in awe, he repeated his question.

"<Well?>"

"<Tadah!>" Gen replied, performing a magic trick and making flowers appear in his hands.

"<A magician?." the woman asked, her voice surprisingly gentle.

"<That's riiiight!>" Gen confirmed.

"" the man said.

"<Unlike... those skilled samurai friends of yours.>"

"<The first to strike wins, y'know? I was hoping that we crush you all... but now I've got a whole heap of questions,>" the man said as he started to walk away with the woman.

"<Bet you've got some too. So, how about you come and meet our leader?>"

As they venture through the forest, Gen was taken to the American Fortress, where he was amazed to find a cornfield and landing strip. A moment later, he and the unknown man and woman arrived at their territory.

"<Get ready to celebrate the new world's first-ever visitor,>" the woman said to the new unknown man.

'He's just like dear Senku. No, this one's an adult. An eal-ray professional scientist!' Gen thought.

As Gen was lost in thought, the man who had brought him to their territory suddenly put Gen's hands and feet into a bucket of water with wires in it.

"<A pleasure, I'm sure! I suppose it's time for introductions,>" said the unknown scientist. "<The man over there, who for some reason has a bizarre habit of sucking toxic fumes into his lungs...>"

"<Gimme a break, I'm just having a smoke,>" replied the man.

"<Is Stanley Snyder, he's ex-military, well, still a military but now in my employ,>" the scientist continued. "<And that beautiful and elegant woman beside him is->"

As the scientist, a man with a meticulously styled pompadour introoduces , Gen's gaze drifted towards (Y/n). She sensed his eyes on her and, without looking up, glanced discreetly into her pocket mirror. With a practiced hand, she reapplied a touch of lipstick, then closed the compact with a satisfying click. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she turned to meet Gen's gaze.

"<What?>" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of challenge.

"<- darling (Y/n) Ambrose, an ex-model. I suppose she's a soldier now but in my employ.>" He snatched and kissed (Y/n)'s hand, and she chuckled.

"Oh Xeno, you flatter me," she replied.

"It is simply the fact, dear," Xeno said.

"<And I'm Dr. Xeno. So, who might you be? And where have you come from?>" Xeno asked Gen, his face suddenly turning terrifying as he tightened his push on Gen's neck with his wrist.

Gen replied, ""

'Not exactly a lie, but I'd better not mention the mentalist angle,' Gen thought.

"<Japan?! Did you hear that, Stan, (Y/n)? How wonderful! His group braved the Stone World and traveled so very far, like an eastern-bearing Columbus!>" Xeno exclaimed excitedly.

As Xeno was talking to his friends, Gen noticed a monitor behind him.

'Breathing. Sweating. EKG reading. Wait... could this be... a polygraph test?!'

'Oh, how dare you challenge a mentalist like me?~' Gen thought confidently.

"<Oh dear~, it's nothing but hellish labor in the kingdom of science,>" Gen said in pretend. "<Our science leader is the worst of all – a real taskmaster. That's why I fled, if you must know...>"

Xeno glanced at the monitor to see if Gen was lying, but...

"<Amazingly, he seems unrattled. His answers flow without a hint of hesitation, it's almost elegant,>" Xeno mused.

"<Is he telling the truth?>" Stan asked.

(Y/n) added, "<Is that good news then?>"

"<Not quite,>" Xeno replied. "<Either he's honest to a fault or the world's greatest liar. It's not a problem, though, because I love both types!>"

'I'm going to infiltrate this place, dear Senku... until it's ours for the taking. Including the resource we need... for massive amounts of revival fluid, those cornfields will be ours!' Gen thought.

"<So you're saying... all we gotta do is snuff out this science-pro leader of yours?>" Stan asked, taking a puff of his smoke.

"<What is this scientist's name?>" Xeno asked Gen, his voice filled with intimidation.

As Gen panicked at the question, he blurted out a name...

"<The genius scientist's name is Dr. Taiju!>"

Conveniently, Taiju was on the Perseus sneezing.

#xreader #dr stone x reader #dr. stone x reader

AMARANTHINE - Dr. STONE

sum☆: "ᵉˡᵉᵍᵃⁿᵗ! " 𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 (adj.) undying, immortal, eternally beautiful In which Stanley Snyder, Xeno Houston Wingfield, and (Y/N) Ambrose were trapped in an unexpected stone world that had been petrified 3,700 years before. However, they were 'infiltrated' by some foreign brats all of a sudden. Of course, they don't give up without a fight, do they?

(CHAPTER 2) Z=150: Righteous Science-user

The morning sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink as the research team continued their journey through the dense forest. The events of the previous night still lingered in their minds, a mix of adrenaline and relief.

"So, there's another science-user..." Senku began, his voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the river.

"Just like Senku, on the other side of the world? Someone who revived on their own?" Taiju asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"Ku ku ku, it's not like I put a patent on that," Senku replied, his usual smug grin spreading across his face. "Scientific knowledge is free for everyone around the world. Anyone can learn, if they want to."

"And like dear Senku, did this person start from square one with a dinky stone axe, all the way up to machine guns?" Gen asked, his tone laced with disbelief.

"This is all conjecture until we make contact, but...what we know for sure is...this is a scientist who managed to revive on their own. Plus..." Ukyo paused, his eyes scanning the horizon.

"Their science-user is a teeny bit more advanced than ours," Senku concluded, his voice filled with a mix of awe and caution.

As Ukyo's words hung in the air, a distant engine sound pierced the tranquility of the forest. The team exchanged worried glances, their minds racing with possibilities. Before they could react, the sound grew louder, accompanied by the unmistakable rattle of gunfire.

"Incoming!" Ryusui shouted, his voice filled with urgency.

The team ducked for cover as bullets whizzed past them. The river, which had been their peaceful companion, now became a treacherous obstacle as they were forced to navigate through the chaos.

Suddenly, a feminine hand appeared from above, clutching a gun. The team watched in horror as the woman fired, the bullets ricocheting off the water, sending them scrambling for safety.

The force of the gunfire knocked the team overboard, soaking them to the bone.

"OUCH! OWWW!" Ginro exclaimed, clutching his shoulder. Matsukaze, ever the stoic samurai, seemed unfazed by his injury.

"Never fear—'tis but a scratch," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.

"Protect me, Matsukaze!" Ginro pleaded, his fear evident in his voice.

"You're not even hurt, Ginro," Kinro chided his brother.

The sound of gunfire erupted once again, this time from below. Yo, his face contorted with fear and determination, was firing at the plane.

"You're just gonna keep missing, so stop wasting ammo," Hyoga scolded him.

"What other option do we have?! There's nowhere to run!" Yo exclaimed, his voice rising in panic.

As Yo continued to fire, the plane circled above them, its occupants seemingly amused by their futile attempts.

"Up in front of the sun!" Kohaku shouted, her voice filled with terror.

"They'll keep coming back, until we're sleeping with the fishes!" Gen wailed.

Senku, ever the calm thinker, had a plan. He quickly combined water and calcium carbide to form acetylene gas, which he gave to Kirasame.

"Kirasame! You've got one heckuva throwing arm! What do you need to put it to good use?!" Senku shouted, his voice filled with excitement.

"I need a stable footing! And some rope!" Kirasame replied, her voice steady despite the chaos.

With Taiju, Kohaku, and Kinro holding her steady, Kirasame threw the acetylene gas towards the plane.

"<What th-!>" the unknown woman exclaimed, her grip on the gun tightening.

The acetylene gas filled the plane's engine, causing it to sputter and die. The plane plummeted into the river, sending a shockwave through the water.

(pretend it to be two people)

"We did it!" the team cheered, their relief palpable.

Meanwhile, the two occupants of the plane were scrambling to escape the wreckage. As they emerged from the wreckage, they exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a mix of amusement and admiration.

"<That was acetylene gas, harmless to people but it can stall an engine at a mere one percent concentration,>" the unknown man said, his voice laced with a hint of pride.

"<So it's one of them whatever weapons?>" the other person replied.

"" the unknown woman said, her voice thoughtful. Her hands on her hair to fix it from untangled.

"<It can be compounded from a simple mixture of water and calcium carbide, and calcium carbide is obtained by burning a charcoal and seashells and...>" the man continued, his voice filled with scientific enthusiasm.

"<Sure got it. Good lesson,>" the other person interrupted, cutting him off.

The man and woman exchanged amused smiles.

"<Now we know... that our enemies have sharp-witted science pros,>" the man said.

"<Just like you,>" the woman added.

The two individuals were (Y/n) Ambrose, an ex-model with a breathtaking beauty and a flawless figure, and Stanley Snyder, a former military officer who specialized in sniper work. Both had experience in combat, and their combined skills made them a formidable force.

"" (Y/n) said, her voice calm and collected.

"<Alright, let's go,>" Stanley replied, his eyes scanning the horizon.

As the plane crashed into the river, the science team watched with a mixture of relief and apprehension.

"If they decide to come back with friends, we'd better skeddadle while we can!" Ginro said, his voice filled with fear.

But Senku and Ryusui's faces said otherwise.

"Run away?" Ryusui replied, his face contorted into a mischievous grin.

"What are you saying? We're gonna do the opposite of that," Senku added, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"That's quite the face two are making!" Gen said, his voice filled with amusement.

"They get that way when they're in agreement, and it's bound to be over something bad," Kohaku said, her eyes wide with concern.

Kohaku approached the crashed plane, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Nobody in here. Do you think whoever it was ran away? We could've interrogated them for some information," she said, her voice tinged with disappointment.

"Oh well... looks like they left something behind!" Senku replied, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Indeed, finders keepers!" Ryusui added, his voice filled with anticipation.

"Ah... of course," Gen said, his face a picture of resignation.

Taiju, ever the impulsive one, began to cut down trees, his anger and frustration fueling his actions.

The team dragged the stolen plane down the river, their spirits buoyed by their victory. Senku and Ryusui celebrated, having captured a part of their enemy's firepower. As they drifted down the river, they knew that their journey was far from over. The battle for survival had only just begun.

#xreader #dr. stone x reader #dr stone x reader

AMARANTHINE - Dr. STONE

sum☆: "ᵉˡᵉᵍᵃⁿᵗ! " 𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 (adj.) undying, immortal, eternally beautiful In which Stanley Snyder, Xeno Houston Wingfield, and (Y/N) Ambrose were trapped in an unexpected stone world that had been petrified 3,700 years before. However, they were 'infiltrated' by some foreign brats all of a sudden. Of course, they don't give up without a fight, do they?

warnings:. all characters are 18+!!! violence. language. FICTION!! don't like it? scroll away!! first ever post on this app. english is not my first language, so ugh. (Dr. Stone x Reader) (Dr. STONE : New America City Arc) MANGA SPOILER

(CHAPTER 1) Z=149: Light Lure in Darkness

The Kingdom of Science, their boats skimming across the tranquil waters of the American forest, had finally stumbled upon the elusive "life-giving corn." Chrome, his eyes wide with excitement, was the first to spot it.

"HECK YEAH! WE FOUND IT!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the air.

Senku, ever the pragmatic one, couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, the cheat-code corn that the U.S. was so proud of," he said, a touch of nostalgia in his voice.

Gen, still relatively new to the group, tilted his head in confusion. "Cheat-code corn...?" he asked.

"The great yellow dent!" Senku replied. "It tastes like crap, but you can squeeze out a crazy amount of alcohol."

The Kingdom of Science desperately needed this corn. It was a crucial ingredient for the revival fluid they were developing, a fluid that could potentially bring the entire world back to life. Taiju, his determination unwavering, shouted,

"YEAH! AND THEN WE'LL BE ON OUR WAY TO REVIVING THE WHOLE WORLD! JUST HANG IN THERE AMERICAN STATUES! IT WON'T BE LONG NOW!"

The team was more motivated than ever. They were on the cusp of a breakthrough that could rewrite the course of history.

"But there's no telling how much of this corn is left," Senku cautioned.

Taiju, ever the optimist, dismissed his concerns. "Sure, but even with just a little bit, we can grow a whole bunch more!"

Ryusui, the captain of their vessel, nodded. "Then it's still a race against time."

As the boat continued its journey, Kohaku, ever vigilant, spotted something floating downstream. With her chopsticks, she scooped it out of the water.

"Corn kernels!" she exclaimed.

"Hah! They keep floating downstream," Kohaku said, holding up the kernels.

"It's seeming more and more likely that we'll find some growing upriver," Ukyo replied, his voice filled with excitement.

"Probably a real baaaad amount too!" Chrome added, his enthusiasm matching Ukyo's.

Suddenly, the radio crackled to life. "Greetings! Search team here. We discovered corn in the river..." The research team, of which Gen was a member, had found a cornfield nearby.

"Yayy!" the team cheered.

"Let us know if you find any downriver from where you are," Gen said into the radio.

"It's not the source, though," Senku added. "We still need more data."

As the team celebrated their discovery, two figures lurked in the shadows of the nearby forest. They had intercepted the transmission, their eyes glinting with a sinister intent.

"Grr... grr..." A pack of wolves howled in the distance. The two figures leaped from a tree, their movements swift and precise. With a flick of their wrists, the wolves were silenced.

Meanwhile, back with the research team, Senku was busy with a peculiar experiment. He was covering a light source with a white cloth.

"Wouldn't shining a bright light at night just attract bugs?" Gen asked, curious.

"That's a goal," Senku replied. "By checking out which bugs this light stimulus attracts, we can learn more about the area. And if my guess is right..."

As Senku continued his explanation, a flutter of wings caught their attention. A European corn borer moth, a moth that primarily feeds on corn, had been lured by the light.

"There's a ton of corn nearby," Senku confirmed.

"A butterfly? How pretty," Kohaku remarked.

"It's actually a moth," Gen corrected her.

"It's mostly a semantic distinction to start with," Ukyo added. "This light lure is eerily beautiful."

After setting up camp, the team discussed their findings. Senku concluded that there must be a cornfield nearby.

Just as they were settling in, Tsukasa sensed an unsettling presence. Matsukaze agreed, while Kohaku wondered if it was a beast. Ginro, however, remained calm, confident in their group's strength. Kinro, ever the cautious one, noted his sheepish nature.

Suddenly, a chilling realization dawned on them. They were being watched.

Tuskasa then mumbled."I sense...Bloodlust"

Tsukasa shouted, his voice filled with urgency. "TO THE BOAT! NOW! AND TAKE COVER!"

As they scrambled to board the boat, the sound of gunfire erupted from the forest. Bullets whizzed past them, narrowly missing their targets.

"A machine gun!" Ukyo exclaimed.

"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!" Ginro shouted.

"HMPH! Never underestimate a captain at his helm!" Ryusui replied, a confident smirk playing on his lips.

"WATER BULWARK!" he commanded. The boat surged forward, creating a protective barrier of water.

The figures in the forest watched with interest as the research team escaped.

"<Ooh, how did they know?>" one of them muttered.

"<How rare, a bunch of brats operating a boat,>" the other replied, a hint of amusement in their voice.

Back on the boat, the team was still reeling from the attack. Thankfully, no one was injured, thanks to Tsukasa's quick reflexes.

Gen and Yo discussed the incident, wondering if America had truly survived. Ryusui mentioned the statues, suggesting that the cornfield might have been planted by someone who had been revived.

"If so, we should be grateful as hell," Senku said, his voice filled with both anxiety and determination.

"Ku ku ku... worst case, we're looking at a showdown against an evil scientist," he added. "Too bad for them that's the one arena where I won't lose!"

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