#i wonder if they pulled pranks on the scientists

[whalesharkstho]

i am so incredibly normal about shadow and maria

i am also lying a lot

[mj-iza-writer]

Requested by @daffyduckcommittedtaxfraud with inspiration by @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 . A current post they made about lab Whumpee being sold by Whumper after being told they were getting killed by Whumper. -MJ

"I've decided to grant you your request", Whumper started to talk before they even stood in front of Whumpee's cage, "you are taking up too much room. Room I need for a newer, better experiment. Enjoy your next few hours, they will be your last."

Whumpee stared wide-eyed at them until Whumper walked away... chuckling with amusement.

"This will be... okay. I-I asked for this, yes... so why am I scared at the thought of dying", Whumpee whispered to themself.

Whumpee brought their knees to their chest and buried their face.

They wept until a few guards came to grab them.

"May I... may I take my teddy?", Whumpee whispered as the guards opened their cage.

"That's fine", they stated gruffly.

Whumpee led the way to the lab. They tried to hide the fact that they were shaking. Their legs felt like jello. They felt the guard would have to carry them in a few minutes because of how weak they felt.

The lab door opened.

Whumpee gulped as it all came to them... this was their last time doing this. They relived every experiment they survived.

"Are you ready to be put to sleep? My little lab rat", Whumper smirked, "you've done your job well, but it is time."

Whumpee gulped, but nodded.

"May I have one more treat before you kill me?", Whumpee felt the guard bump against them to make them move forward.

"I suppose that could be arranged", Whumper nodded.

Whumpee was strapped down to the table before Whumper stuffed a treat into their mouth.

"Alright just a few more things to prepare and we will get started", Whumper walked away.

Whumpee strained to watch everyone while they chewed on the candy treat.

"Quite nosy little rat", a scientist studied them, "curious on how you'll die?"

"Sorry, I uhm. Was just nervous", Whumpee admitted.

"Alright we are ready to go", Whumper carries a syringe with a long needle to Whumpee and shows them.

"This will end everything", Whumper almost sings happily, "are you ready?"

Whumpee whimpers a little but nods.

"Aww so brave", Whumper grins.

Whumper pulls Whumpee's sleeve up, accidentally bumping Whumpee's teddy and knocking it to the floor.

"TEDDY", Whumpee yells as the needle enters their arm and empties under their skin.

Whumpee's eyes instantly begin to flutter open and close. In their blurred vision, they see their stuffy dance in front of their face before it rest on their chest.

Whumper watches for a few minutes until they are certain Whumpee is asleep.

"Prepare them. Their buyer will be here in an hour for them", Whumper wipes some hair from Whumpee's eyes, "I'm gonna miss my little rat, but I've finished with them. They deserve to have a nice retirement."

"That was evil to make them think they were dying though", another scientist commented.

"I had to get one more out of them", Whumper frowned, "trust me what I just did is about the best thing I could do for them. Carewhumper will give them a good life. Better than what I would give them for their retirement."

Whumpee knew they were unconscious... it was a weird feeling to them. As though they were floating in darkness, not really existing anywhere, but still alive.

"I-I'm alive?", Whumpee came to the realization, "I-I wonder what they're doing to me right now. A mean prank, but I suppose I shouldn't expect anything else from them. I hope they don't alter me to much."

Whumpee started to feel themself being pulled to wakefulness.

Whumpee blinked tiredly a few times as they became conscious.

"Oh are we coming to?", someone gently petted Whumpee's face.

"Mmm" Whumpee moaned.

"Come on dear", the person's voice coaxed, "I'm ready to meet you."

Whumpee finally squinted their eyes open, but quickly closed them.

"Oh, to bright", the voice chuckled.

Whumpee could tell the light was dimmed. They opened their eyes to watch someone sit down beside them.

"Wh-who are you?", Whumpee whispered.

"My name is Carewhumper. I'm your new master dear", they smirked.

"New master?", Whumpee was visibly uncomfortable, "but doc said they were killing me... I thought I was dying."

"Yes they had mentioned that. They wanted to poke a little fun at you before I received you. I purchased you from Whumper. They said they were retiring you from being a lab rat, and I offered to purchase you."

Whumpee listened quietly... they tried to understand what was being said, but everything felt fuzzy.

"I can see you are still confused, and it may be that strong drug you were given. Let's go over a little more of this information when you feel better. Just know that I own you now, and that's that."

Whumpee nodded.... knowing they had no idea who this person was and what they were capable of. Also knowing they had no way out.. this was their life now.

"How about you lay down and take a nap. We'll have dinner ready in a little while. Maybe by then you'll be thinking a little clearer", Carewhumper stood.

Whumpee looked over themself as the sheets were pulled up to cover them.

"Wait am I...how did I get cleaned?", Whumpee marveled. Whumper really didn't care how dirty Whumpee was. Whumpee was often given a damp towel after experiments to wipe off with. They hadn't had a bath in a while.

"I went ahead and bathed you while you were unconscious. You were quite filthy, and I didn't want to dirty your bed. I really didn't plan on you coming to me with so much filth. I would have better planned had I known", Carewhumper sighed, "I didn't take advantage of you. So don't concern yourself over that. I just needed to get the lab and experiment remnants off of you."

Whumpee studied how clean they were.

"I haven't had a bath in so long", Whumpee whispered.

"You can have as many baths as you like", Carewhumper smiled, "you will be my pampered pet, I'm sure you'll enjoy your new life. So long as you follow my rules."

Whumpee nodded then yawned.

Carewhumper chuckled, "as I said we will go over that stuff when you seem more awake. I'm glad you seem to accept your new position as a pet."

Whumpee nodded again, "I understand my place in this world. I am whatever my master asks of me. That's what doc trained me to be. You own me now so I will try my best."

"Excellent... that's all I need you to do", Carewhumper finished covering Whumpee up, "get some rest. I'll let you know when dinner is ready."

Whumpee settled for a few moments before jumping up.

"Teddy", they scrambled to search for the toy.

"Oh hey, okay okay.. settle down", Carewhumper held onto them gently.

Whumpee started to panic. They took quick shallow breaths.

"Teddy?", Whumpee squeaked.

"I believe you are asking about the stuffed animal, yes?", Carewhumper gently rubbed Whumpee's shoulder.

Whumpee quickly nodded.

"Whumper told me the importance of that item, but it was in a worser state than you wer...."

"You didn't throw them away?", Whumpee cut Carewhumper off, "please I-I need them."

"No no, but I did hand it to a maid for cleaning", Carewhumper smiled comfortingly, "they know the importance of the item and will return it as soon as its ready."

Whumpee tried to hide a quivering lip.

"It's alright, I will return them to you when they are nice and clean", Carewhumper repeated before standing up, "you may rest now, but I suppose you would like to look around your room. This entire space is for you. I'm sure you'll enjoy the extra room. Definitely more than your cage you lived in for so long. You can decide. I'll retrieve you for dinner."

Whumpee watched them leave the room and heard a lock clicking.

"So just a bigger sized cage, I suppose", Whumpee sighed, "we'll at least I can stand, and this bed is comfy."

Whumpee looked around again before getting up and looking around. There were too many new things to see.

"Ooh this is cool", Whumpee walked over to the window where a lounging seat was placed.

They carefully climbed up onto the furniture and looked out the window.

Whumpee almost laughed when they saw bars on the other side of the window.

"I can't even say how many levels I'm up... How would I even get down?", Whumpee looked at the window a little closer, "oh it opens."

Whumpee opened one of the latches without even thinking... they just wanted some air.

They fell to the floor when an alarm went off.

"Oh no", Whumpee looked up from the floor.

Moments later, guards rushed in, followed by Carewhumper.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I-I just wanted air", Whumpee covered their face in preparation for punishment.

Carewhumper knelt beside them while the guards secured the window.

"It's okay, you didn't know any better yet", Carewhumper patted their shoulder.

The guards turned to Carewhumper.

"What should we do to them?", one of them frowned at Whumpee.

"We are not doing anything to them. They don't know the rules... they probably just got excited to see the outside world. Can we actually take the alarms off this window for them... I'm sure some fresh air will feel good for them", Carewhumper smiled at Whumpee, "I was just coming to return this when I saw the guards unlocking the door. I was concerned."

Whumpee's eyes lit up when they saw Teddy.

"Thankyou", they squealed and took it excitedly, then hugged it close.

"We won't be able to take the alarms off of one. They either have to all come off, or stay on", one of the guards looked up from their phone, "the only other option is for them to get a hold of us to take off the alarms for them to open the windows. Which might be hard for them when they are under lockdown."

"I-I won't run away", Whumpee looked up at Carewhumper, "I'm a very good Whumpee, I promise."

Carewhumper smiled and cupped Whumpee's face lovingly.

"Okay well let's try it. Take the alarms off then", Carewhumper gently rubbed their thumb along Whumpee's cheek, "are you okay, it looks like you fell."

"I got scared and fell from the seat", Whumpee leaned into the touch, "I'm....hmm sorr..y."

Carewhumper chuckled, "I have a strong belief that you are severely touch starved. After dinner we can cuddle to fix that. Are you okay though?"

Whumpee zoned out and closed their eyes.

Carewhumper feared Whumpee may start drooling if this continued.

"My dear... are you going to sleep? My hand is not a pillow you know", Carewhumper chuckled again.

Whumpee looked up with puppy eyes, "sorry", Whumpee whispered, "it feels good", Whumpee cuddled their Teddy even closer, "Doc would never uh, pet me like that."

Carewhumper sighed, "I'm sure they didn't. Well let's go for dinner. It will give the guards time to figure out these alarms and reset the system."

"I'm sorry again. I didn't mean to cause any problems", Whumpee watched the guards walk past.

"It's alright", Carewhumper stood and helped Whumpee up, "no harm done. Accidents happen, especially when you don't know the rules."

Dinner was finished.

Now Carewhumper was sitting on a couch and watching Whumpee look around the room.

"So do you have any questions about the rules we went over during dinner?", Carewhumper leaned back.

"No Master, everything makes sense", Whumpee looked at them, "your rules are simpler to follow and your punishments are more lenient than what Doc had. I'm glad I won't be injected with any more unknown drugs if I don't chew my food twenty times before swallowing."

"Yes that one is a strange rule and punishment", Carewhumper agreed.

"Doc just wanted a reason to put more things in me to see what would happen. Plus the better I chewed the better my stool samples were", Whumpee looked down, "I'm thankful to be here."

"I'm glad to hear that", Carewhumper smiled, "so does my pet wish to cuddle?"

"Yes Master", Whumpee nodded as they walked over to Carewhumper, "please."

It wasn't long that Whumpee's face was cupped into one of Carewhumper's hands and they were almost asleep.

Carewhumper readjusted and helped Whumpee lay their head on Carewhumper's lap.

Whumpee happily let Carewhumper massage their scalp.

Whumpee nodded off a little after.

"Such a sweet little dear... and worth every dollar that I spent on you", Carewhumper smiled at the quiet snores their new pet made, "you will enjoy it here my dear. I promise."

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[themissinghand]

Dr Stone: Young and Free

Requested by: @yumiko0987

Summary: In which Stanley and Xeno meets a Walking Encyclopedia that can stand side-by-side with them. Or a duo becomes a trio, and the puzzle pieces fit together.

Or Stanley falls in deep.

Pairing: Stanley Snyder x Female! Reader!

Note: Takes place in Xeno and Stanley's childhood, way before the petrification happened. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Spoilers for the characters, but no plot. For anime watchers, don't search up Xeno or Stanley if you don't want to be spoiled!

Stanley has always been smart. 

Top of the class in both academics and physical capability, he was the perfect kid that everyone praised. 

Rather than feeling burdened by his excellence, he was proud of his work and proud of himself for his own accomplishments. 

So when the new semester of school came, Stanley continued to work hard as he’d always been. 

“I’m handing back the test.”

Everyone always watches the teacher to see who he’s going to return the first test to. After all, the first one to get it back is always the highest scorer. 

So of course, Stanley anticipates getting his test back first. 

“Xeno.” 

Stanley immediately turned around in shock, it was someone he never saw in his class before. For the first time, his name wasn’t called first, and someone else got a higher score than him.

“Stanley.” 

When Stanley got his test back, he swore to work harder to be the best once more. 

“Xeno.”

“Xeno.”

“Xeno.”

Is that guy Einstein? What the hell?! 

No matter what Stanley did, Xeno was always one step ahead. 

Sure he was superior in gym class (Xeno couldn’t even compare) but was Xeno’s head made of books? How is he able to get a perfect score on every test? 

He had to be cheating. There’s no way! 

“Xeno and Stanley.” 

But Stanley didn’t feel the same satisfaction as before. 

Damn! 

“Looks like both of us got a perfect score, Stanley. How elegant.” Also, why does he speak like he’s an old man? 

Stanley approached Xeno, curiosity burning in his eyes. 

"Hey, Xeno," he started, standing before him, "How do you do it? How do you know so much about everything?"

Xeno blinked then smiled, recognizing Stanley's genuine curiosity. 

"I've always had an insatiable thirst for knowledge," he confessed, and Stanley’s already wondering what ‘insatiable’ means. 

"But for me, it's about understanding the world around us. There’s so many unsolved mysteries and things that we as humans don’t understand. I just want to explore it all…isn’t it exciting? To find the answers to the questions that even scientists can’t solve?"

That when Stanley realized that Xeno wasn’t someone like him, no, he was much better than Stanley. Xeno was looking far far into the future, somewhere that Stanley cannot even imagine. 

It’s childish and stupid now that Stanley thought of it, while he was competing with Xeno, Xeno had much bigger plans. 

Ha. Stanley couldn’t help but admit it, Xeno is smart, much smarter than he will ever be.

Even so, Stanley couldn’t help but stick to him because he was curious to see where Xeno is going to be in the future, and he wanted to be beside him to see it.

“Stanley, look!” 

“Run you idiot!” Stanley had to pull Xeno out from the explosives’ range not once, but three times.

“How elegant, if only we could use the lab…” 

“Come on, let’s break in.” Stanley suggests, and although they were caught in the end, it was most definitely worth it seeing the science teacher get dosed with eggs and vinegar. 

Days become weeks and weeks become years. Now both were in their high school years where they truly became inseparable.

While Xeno remained at the top of every class, Stanley still had him beat in any physical activity. They never felt jealous of the other (okay, sometimes), but they worked as a duo for everything, from experiments to learning about the unknown, and to pranking others for revenge. It was a great time. 

One day, a foreign student joined the class in the middle of a semester.

“Hello, my name is (Y/N), and I hope to get along with everyone.” 

(Y/N) definitely stood out with her foreign looks and her Japanese background. Despite her differences, she easily fit in with everyone, in fact, she was captivating the entire school with her intelligence and charm. 

Not only was she hard working, kind, and social, she had no issues in trying out new things, or even introducing her culture to them. 

As well, for the first time, another person stood side by side with Xeno in the STEM competition. 

“How elegant. It’s a pleasure to another smart and curious individual, (Y/N).” She smiled and shook the extended hand. 

“Pleasure’s all mine Dr. Xeno.” She jokes lightly, gaining an amused laugh from Xeno, “It’s nice to finally meet the famous Einstein-reincarnate. 

Seeing both of them on stage, Stanley was suddenly reminded that he was not part of that picture. 

Damn.

To think he would feel like this during such a happy occasion for Xeno…

“This is Stanley, my best friend who has helped me with my experiments, and someone I could not imagine without.” When Xeno introduced him to (Y/N) with such respect, Stanley’s self-depreciation seemed to melt away. 

Stanley should feel ashamed of himself really. 

That’s right, Xeno never thought of him as someone under him, but as his equal.

“Nice to meet you Stanley.” (Y/N) reached out her hand with a polite smile, and when he shook her hand, she continued, “It’s a pleasure to meet the Football King at school.” 

“Wha-” Stanley initially cringed, but felt embarrassed when Xeno chuckled and looked at him with a look of amusement. 

“Well, Dr. (Y/N) isn’t incorrect at all. Isn’t that right, Football King?” Stanley twitched a brow at the name. While they aren’t wrong, it sounded way too corny.  

“Ha…to think I’m getting bullied by the Einstein-reincarnate and the Walking Encyclopedia. This world is coming to an end.” 

When both of them laughed at his jab, Stanley was both surprised and relieved. 

Sure, his Football King title was going to be a thing, but so is Einstein-reincarnate and Walking Encyclopedia. 

(For a long long time)

After their conversation since the STEM competition, (Y/N) easily joined their group as the “third wheeler” as she would say often. 

Her addition to the team was so natural that it felt like she was there the entire time. She was like another Xeno, but at least her explanations sounded like English most of the time.

Of course, there were times where she would scream in Japanese out of anger, but that’s all Xeno’s fault. 

Stanley’s just making sure everyone is alive. 

It was really fun with another person in the group. 

Xeno seemed more energetic with another intellectual mind by his side, and Stanley felt more included in the conversation as she patiently explained everything in simpler terms. 

Through the ups and downs, of pranks and achievements, they stayed together as a group.

Just like that, a duo became a trio.

Before they knew it, they became roommates that lived under one roof.

“Hey Stan the man, I need you for a second.” 

“(Y/N), it’s literally 12am, what the hell?” Stanley was rudely pulled out of bed one night after his final championship football games. It was a long and competitive game but he and his team managed to win. 

As the quarterback on the team, he naturally played a big part in the victory, and he is currently not alive enough to deal with his best friends’ shenanigans. 

“C’mon, trust me, you don’t want to miss this.” (Y/N) dragged him down the stairs, though almost falling due to his weight. 

“I sure can.” Stanley yawned, “This better be quick.” 

“Yea yea, I got it, Football King.” 

When bright lights blinded him in the kitchen, Stanley got hit with a bunch of balloons and cheers. 

“Look who’s here, Mister Football King!” 

“Who says you can sleep by yourself you asshole!” 

“What the f-” A large glass of beer was shoved into his face. 

“If it weren’t for our Football King here, we wouldn’t have clutched at the end, cheers to our King!” 

It took a moment for Stanley to process everything, but when he finally came to be, his world erupted with bright colourful lights, loud cheers, head bumps, high fives, and alcohol splattering all over him. 

“Hey, if it wasn’t for the Walking Encyclopedia to suggest this, we wouldn’t be able to break in so easily with Einstein’s traps everywhere!” 

(Y/N) simply grinned smugly, whereas Xeno rolled his eyes (but Xeno was smiling regardless). 

“Hey, whoever drinks the most shots gets $500!” (Y/N) started and it riled up all the guys, including Stanley. 

The next thing they knew everyone was absolutely wasted including Xeno, who somehow got drunk from drinking very little. 

“I didn’t know you drink this much. Damn.” Stanley winced from his pounding headache as he lay on the countertop. Across from him was (Y/N) who was doing the same. 

Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was all over the place, making her seem like a crazy cat lady. 

“Call it a tie? Half half?” While Stanley wanted to win due to his competitive nature, he knew that he would die if he drank any more. 

“Fine.” She laughed as her eyes became dazed. 

“Hehe, you’re one of us okay~?” She drowsily said, then put one hand on his head to touch his hair. 

Stanley was surprised at her sudden bold move, as (Y/N) is not one to hug or touch so carelessly. She would always wait for them to initiate the gesture before she would return them. 

But perhaps she is as drunk as him, and both didn’t care about anything in the world, so he let her play with his hair.

“Pretty…” She whispered, and Stanley felt embarrassment rush to his cheeks, especially if she complimented him looking like that. 

“You know…you’re one of us right?” She pushes his forehead slightly, making him roll back a bit. 

“Just because Xeno is Einstein, and just because I’m good at some things~ You are crazy smart too, and you can play football~ To me, you’re the best!”

She gave him a thumbs up before she giggles stupidly. 

“So don’t look at us like some lost puppy m’kay? Xeno loves you! And I like you very very much.”

Stanley’s mind is running at a million miles per hour, was this a confession? Who knew (Y/N) was so open and careless when she was drunk!?

Then she put a finger to his lips and winked. 

“It’s a secret okay?”

Before she could say anything, she fell asleep, leaving Stanley alone to process what the heck just happened. 

But, he doesn’t dislike this feeling, after all, he was familiar with it.

Since the moment their duo became a trio, he had always respected and admired her for her patience. She always made sure he was included in their talks, and made sure to make Xeno try out some of the things that Stanley liked to do. 

She was like a connecting puzzle piece, something that bridged the gap that Xeno and Stanley had.

“Idiot.” He poked her forehead with a drunk smile, and hoped that when they wake up tomorrow, they would remember. 

The next morning, when it smelled like vomit and smelly socks, he woke up facing (Y/N) who was sleeping peacefully beside him. 

Remembering last night, his face flushed in embarrassment, and he quickly hid his face in case his team mates saw him. 

“Oh Stan, I can see that you’re awake.” Stanley slowly turned to face the smirking Xeno freaking Houston Wingfield who sat on the stool like he knew everything. 

“So?” Xeno took a sip from his mug with a smug expression. At this point, Stanley knew there was no point in hiding. 

“Shut up. Pass me water.” Stanley stood up, noticing that some of his teammates left, but some were still knocked out. 

Xeno obeyed, his expression unchanging, as if waiting for him to say something. 

“Fine. You win.” Stanley gives Xeno $250 grumpily, and the other takes it without any hesitation. 

“I told you, she would confess first. Scientifically speaking, (Y/N) is more bold and-” 

“Whatever.” 

Xeno still had a look on his face, as if he’s saying “really?”.

“So Stanley, my dear friend, when is it going to be official? I cannot bear to see this crush of yours last for eons.” 

“Shut up, I’ll confess soon.” Stanley looks away with his arms soon. His eyes soon naturally went to the sleeping girl on the floor. 

Stanley let out a laugh and shook his head before walking over to her. He knelt down and covered her with one of his jackets and sighed. 

“What am I going to do with you? Let’s hope you remember what you said, Walking Encyclopedia.” 

When (Y/N) woke up, let’s just say that she had a pleasant surprise, but was it really? 

When she remembers everything, and needless to say, maybe she had run out of patience too. 

And Xeno? 

He suddenly became the third wheeler that (Y/N) always joked about. 

[nenekobasu]

it's like, ness' life as a footballer is so strongly tied to kaiser because he wouldn't have even had a life as a footballer if kaiser hadn't been there (ness and hiori are like this currently? their lives in football are so wrapped up in other people where they can't conceive of a football without those people), so if he leaves kaiser can he even make it as a footballer...? i think maybe he can't but i want him to try, or maybe i'm underestimating him but if ness and kaiser broke apart i can see ness becoming a clumsy scientist professor type who sees wonder and magic in everything about the world and his students love him and tease him about it. the more i imagine it the more it makes sense to me, ness as a scientist in a white lab coat wearing the comically thick glasses that hide his big doe eyes and he'd be clumsy and easily excitable and everyone would poke fun at him until someone tries to pull up his shirt as a prank and accidentally discovers he's jacked

[nana-kom]

Hello 💕

This is a wg fic. If you don’t like don’t read.

The Office

Changbin and Seungmin had been working together in their office for several years. The two of them were a bit like cats and dogs, or Tom and Jerry. Seungmin loved to tease Changbin and create pranks to annoy him. Seungmin knew just where to go so that in the end they both had fun and didn't really upset or hurt him. Changbin didn’t dislike being tease by Seungmin but sometimes he finds his friend really annoying but he’s still liked him. Seungmin was really creative when it was in prank. So when he came across a report one evening about a scientist who had trained a dog to salivate at the sound of a bell by feeding it as soon as it heard one, it gave him a new idea, and the obvious one was to test this theory on Changbin to see if it really worked.

The next day, he arrived at work with his bag full of the various snacks he had planned for his colleague, and was eager to put them into practice. He also set a buzzer on his phone, which he decided to set off from time to time, and at that very moment began offering Changbin snacks, which Changbin accepted without realizing Seungmin's new technique. He also decided not to do it too often, but enough to make it work, starting with 3 to 4 times a day and realizing that it worked quite well, and especially that watching Changbin eat made him realize that Changbin was really cute with his round cheeks. He also decided to ask Changbin to go and eat with him too, after setting off the buzzer, and Changbin agreed.

He then found his friend eating more and more snacks during the day, but also sharing moments with Seungmin in the cafeteria we this one proposed him to go eat with him. Seungmin also always made sure to feed him as much as possible because he figured that he maybe have a thing for feeding people. Without realizing it, Seungmin was feeding his colleague more and more often, and Changbin wasn't even aware of the change taking place on his body. Because all those snacks had consequences: his belly was often swollen in the evening because of what he'd eaten during the day, and he was increasingly hungry when he was alone. Fat had begun to appear on his face and his cheeks were becoming rounder and rounder, as were his shirts, which were becoming too small for his belly, and Seungmin wasn't giving up on his goal. He was always bringing him more and Changbin was just to hungry to say no when seungmin proposed him food and also he liked seeing his belly expend and feeling full.

After a few weeks, one day Seungmin arrived at work without a snack in his bag and was eager to see how the day would go. He watched Changbin enter the office and wondered if he was the cause of his weight gain, for it was true that that shirt really did look too small for him, and his pants were now pulled down under his overflowing belly. He just looks so round, he think. Seungmin bit his lip and waited for the second hour of work before ringing the bell, and suddenly Changbin held out his hand and Seungmin felt his heart miss a heartbeat.

"Do you need anything?" Changbin raised his head in surprise.

"Uh...no...sorry..." He began to make little noises with his mouth to swallow his saliva and felt his stomach begin to rumble. « Do…do you have anything to eat?"

"No, I haven't got anything on me."

Changbin nodded and went back to his work, ignoring the noises his stomach was making. Seungmin felt so aroused by the situation and tried to hide the fact that he was blushing. He waited another hour before ringing the bell again, and once again he saw Changbin reach out for him, and smiled inwardly.

"Yes?" Seungmin asked and Changbin looked down at his hand.

"Oh...sorry, I thought..."

"Are you hungry?"

"Yeah..."

"Follow me."

Changbin's belly had been clamoring for food for several hours now and he was really hungry, while Seungmin was delighted with the situation. He decided to bring his friend to a restaurant, because he wants to explain him everything and by chance…feeding him. Once at the restaurant, they ordered and Changbin tried to remain relaxed in front of Seungmin, who couldn't take her eyes off him.

"I seem to have trained you well," Seungmin said.

"Excuse me?" Ask Changbin and Seungmin pulled out his phone and ring the bell and Changbin's stomach rumbled louder.

"Didn't you realize?"

"I'm not sure I understand..."

"Tell me BInnie, haven't you noticed that for the past few weeks I've been feeding you every day to the sound of that bell, and now I have the power to make you hungry...whenever I want."

« What ? Are you crazy?"

« Come on ! It's fun look at you this morning when you held out your hand for me to feed you...so adorable..."

"You tired me with your jokes you know, and this one isn't funny."

"It's not funny right, it's exciting..." Changbin swallowed.

"Don't you want to be a good dog for me and eat to please me?"

"I...because of you I've put on weight."

"And you don't find that…hot?"

Their meal arrived and Changbin had no time to respond as Seungmin rang the bell once more and Changbin reflexively began to devour his plate in mouthfuls under his friend's gaze. Of all the jokes Seungmin had played on him, this was indeed the most exciting, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited by the situation and that he wanted to obey Seungmin to please him, and that eating brought him enormous pleasure at that moment. Seungmin then ordered more dishes and made Changbin eat them one after the other, which was hardly enough to make him full. As if by magic, as soon as he heard the bell, the feeling of hunger returned. He tucked into various dishes, feeling his belly swell and the pleasure of his food in his mouth. He also let out moans of pleasure at the taste of all that food. This situation was really exciting, and feeling so full under Seungmin's gaze made him feel the pleasure all the more. At the end of the meal, he discreetly unbuttoned his pants and took off his shirt to make room for his belly, swollen from all that food. Luckily, he had a t-shirt underneath, but it showed off his swollen belly perfectly. Seungmin then got up to join Changbin on the bench and placed his hand gently on Changbin's belly, who had his head resting on the back of the seat and was slowly trying to catch his breath, completely full of food.

"You've been a good boy, my Binnie."

"You really are a demon you know that...?"

"I know you like it..."

"How am I going to get to work this afternoon?" Changbin asked.

"I think I can find some motivation." Seungmin said, pointing to his phone.

"Stop with the ringing, okay?"

"And why would I do that?"

"Because...I'd let you feed me...propose me...I'd say yes..."

"You're well trained, I see."

"I had a good master."

[fipindustries]

my own take on the doctor

of course i toyed with very many different iterations on how i would like to write my own regeneration of the doctor, i have done everything from the manic to the somber, from the affable to the stern, from the artist to the scientist.

the most recent one that i actually got really invested in would be this: Jennyanydots the gumby cat, mixed with Minerva Mcgonogall and Mary Poppins, but the one from the books. The Mary that was a lot more serious and maybe even a bit menacing while still being a whimsical magical nanny.

we've had our fair share of manic, energetic, wacky doctors. and we've had our fair share of bombastic, larger than life passionate doctors giving these big poetic speeches about how heroic they are and what is the meaning of kindness and how much of a big damn hero they are.

here i would aim for a more pragmatical, phlegmatic doctor. one who lets the impact of her actions speak far louder than words. she would walk in, back straight, face calm into any battlefield and with devastating brilliance stop the entire conflict without so far as getting a spot on her clothes. this would be a doctor of precise, clear words. one who doesnt break frame and who is tightly in control of herself at all moments, who always knows how to follow protocol, wether it be the proper manners for drinking tea amongst airborn psychic cephalopods, how to properly land a ship careening into a colission course with the rings of a planet orbiting a neutron star or how to tie your shoelaces.

of course there would be place for fun and whimsy. She would be the kind of teacher who chides her students from misbehaving or pulling a prank but then couldnt help but let a cheeky vulpine grin slip into her face at the end because, fair enough, the prank was rather clever.

she would affect this really prim and proper attitude and yet an unexpected cuss or a completly deranged statement would come out of her, said with the most serious face ever. her humor would be as dry as paper, with which she would make a paper plane to fly over the enormous heads of those she is mocking.

she would show the wonders of the universe to her companions with the genuine love and passion for knowledge and learning as miss frizz or jane godall, if there is a moment where she has no compunction in getting her hands dirty it is when it comes to getting on her knees in the mud to enthusiastically teach someone about a really weird 4th dimensional fungus that only grows on the aurora borealis of planets.

of course her attitude doesnt stop her from being cosmopolitan and affable, she would have a kind genuine smile for every single person she meets wether they be a drunken brigand in the 16th century with a heart of gold or a creature made entirely out of slime, no person would be ever beneath her no matter their class, station, biology, identity or species. and she would try to instill this same attitude to her companions, for example

-please, do not stare dear, it is rather rude -but doctor! they have seven eyes! -well, dont let that make you self concious about your conspicious lack of eyes then

Her design

for the sake of diversity points, and also because i think it would look genuenly cool, i would go with a middle eastern woman in her 50's, with an air of math teacher, but also emphasizing her adventurous side.

couldnt decide between these two. maybe the fist but make her a bit less balenciaga hot, a little older, probably a little less "ethnically ambiguous" (thanks dalle-3). or the second with the hat of the first one and no hijab (it feels weird for the doctor to have like explicit religious attire, imagine seeing them with a crucifix)

if she wasnt french i would choose Laetittia Eido

sadly she's french so we would have to go with the closest birtish equivalent.

Her regeneration In

i would try to break tradition so that she regenerates before the third act of the current story. usually regenerations happen AFTER the mayor conflict has been dealt with and the bad guys defeated, in here i would have it so that she regenerates and then goes on to defeat the bad guys, with the previous doctor deliberatly pulling it as an ace up his sleeve, last ditch attempt or a last minute power up.

the way to make it clear who she is would be that, whilst the previous person regenerated spread eagle, arms in the air, she would immediatly snap into a more tight pose, then do a series of checks for eye sight, hearing, pulse, and hand eye coordination. (she is taking her sweet time to do this while explosions are going all around her) afterwards she shakes off the dust of her shoulders and says something along the lines of "well! now that that is quite done... back to bussines" and she goes on as if nothing happened.

if there is a companion nearby kicking up a fuss about how how strange this all is have her patiently but firmly explain this is all perfectly normal and no reason to make a big deal out of. if the companion or whoever insists that she used to be a man and now is a woman have her do some pithy comment like "i am a gallifrean, dear" or maybe "is not that much difference between one or the other, is it? although i suppose for you humans there is"

her overall arc

I like to think of each regeneration as saying something about the doctor as an overall character, each one's overall personality being an evolution or a response to what he did before. 9 as the weary, ptsd ridden man trying to process the recent war crimes in the time war, 10 as the man in the process of falling into denial and megalomania to cope with the guilt, 11 as the manchild who regressed in emotional maturity to be fully compartimentalized away from it all. then comes a break after going back to fix the time war and once he got rid of the guilt and the horror of having killed his entire race he is left confused, not knowing who he is any more, 12 is a way to take one final look back at who he used to be (the fact the he is back to a classic who look, a cranky old man with a stern look) whilst figuring out who he wants to be moving forward. and then 13 was her exploring new ground, reinventing herself, starting fresh. (although ill admit, i am not really familiar with jodie wittaker's tenure as a doctor of if this holds any water through out her series).

in an individual sense, her arc would be about going from a hypercompetent hardass, who uses her expertise and intelect to be a bit aloof and keep people at arms length because deep down she is afraid that if she is not perfect and in control at all times then the horrors happen, companions are left to die or worse and civilizations fall. and turning into someone who can relax a bit, who can trust others to handle things on their own, who can relax and not have to be in perfect form at all times.

within the larger context of the series i would like her to be in some sense a return to basics, her going back to the original formula, to what has proven to work in the past. is in many ways the doctor struggling to find comfort in old habits but eventually learning that she can move past them. i will leave it open to whoever comes next to decide what they want to do with the doctor afterwards.

her bowing out

i would have her regeneration being finally the one moment of big sentimentality in her series.

she is with her companions, in fact i would have her be surrounded by a multitude of people she just sacrificed for, many of them the friends and allies she made through the series.

i would have her try to keep her cool at first, put on a brave face for her friends but then deciding that its ok, for once to be vulnerable and allowing herself to break into tears ("i must confess... i am rather afraid of this whole process, i always am, and i always try to face it with a brave face but... maybe for once...i just wish it werent so") and the multitude of people she saved console her and reassure her that she did great and that she will be fine. for extra schmaltz i would have an orchestral rendition of "for she's a darling good fellow" play in the background. one final teary smile from her by seeing all this support, maybe even an actual bow or a curtsy and then finally letting go by saying "thank you my dears"(*), cue regeneration.

(*) yes, this is in fact a reference to the musical cats, fucking sue me.

[the-whispers-of-death]

im decently sure you're about ready to put me in the trash bin but you said you wanted to hear about ocs and you're the only one i can ramble to so

more fun times between your ocs and my ocs:

in a misguided attempt at "friendship" Selga once brought Sarabi a rabbit he hunted. just kinda came up to him, covered in blood with the rabbit in his mouth and dropped it in front of Sarabi like "here, is for you". Simba and Nala were the unfortunate witnesses to Selgas insane finger strength as they watched him climb up a tree by digging his fingers into the bark to pull himself up. when they first met Selga DID NOT want to be around Stone he thought Stone was too large and his glare wasn't helping so Selga was hissing a lot (everytime Stone talked to a memeber of the group Selga was in the background giving him laser eyes)

while everyone was climbing into the back of a truck (the open back kind) one of the lions was struggling to get in(for whatever reason) so Hazzard grabs them by the scruff and lifts them into the truck because he would do that for the members of his group, mainly Void. The lions get to witness Void being thrown by everyone because he's very light and everyone thinks it's fun to throw him and it's fun for him to be thrown. (Void gets tossed around like a ball)

Vaccine and Dartboard terrorise Kali by coming up behind him and blowing into his ears then running away laughing

Stone and Hazzard become semi friends but they mostly just sit beside one another in silence

Lader(pls correct me if i spelled that wrong), a confident queen, teaches Diana, a not confident queen, how to be more confident

now for the menace. this is how i imagine a meeting between experiment Stone and Johan would go (Stone can't run away he has to face the menace):

*Johan sees experiment Stone* oh wow look at you :) aren't you an interesting find? :) a mix of human and tiger DNA.... fascinating :) tell me. how does that impact your daily life? *pets Stones ear gently* is your hearing sensitive? :) do you have a prey drive? what about water? are you a good swimmer? :) do you get an urge to pounce on people? *Johan dodges a swipe from Stone when he tries to pet Stones tail* do you get... seasons? :) i know it's rather inappropriate to ask but it's quite interesting to find out about how animal DNA could impact a humans inner workings including reproduction :) :) :) :) :)

(Johan keeps questioning Stone until Hazzard comes to drag him off and save poor Stone from the torment)

Sarabi would gladly accept the rabbit Selga offered to him. How very kind of him to find Sarabi food.

Nala and Simba are impressed that Selga can just climb a tree by digging his fingers into the bark. Would he be willing to teach them how to do that too?

Stone is watching Selga hiss at him every time he's near one of the team members and he's just confused. Will he reach out to Selga? Probably not, considering he just doesn't want to push Selga into liking him.

Hazzard definitely has to help Nala get into the vehicle, because while he is tall (he's 6ft), he's not really as fast as the others because his legs are just a bit shorter. So yeah, Hazzard, just throw him into the back of the vehicle when you're all trying to escape quickly. Also, I think Kali would join in carrying Void around (he wouldn't throw him because that's too bold for him to do so).

Kali is shocked when Vaccine and Dartboard are messing with him, because usually he's the menace. So it's time for him to join in on the fun, prank the twins.

Sitting beside someone silently and just enjoying their presence is such a Stone thing to do. He loves just sitting with Hazzard.

Ladder when she notices Diana being not so confident: I'll help you. You're so beautiful and you deserve to feel like you know it.

Experiment!Stone is wondering if he could eat Johan before Johan can poke and prod him. He's already had scientists poke and prod him, hence what got him in this mess in the first place. I don't know if Johan or Experiment!Stone is the more lucky one when Hazzard comes to drag Johan away.

[rescuefield-a]

@divineplagas asked : it’s not what i wish ,  it’s what you wish .

the more time claire spends in this village, the less things make sense to her - the investigation she was sent for suddenly hitting brakes and now she's just stuck in the middle of fucking nowhere wondering if it's a prank her superiors are pulling on her for being a newbie. "sounds like you don't what's going on either." she tells them eventually, deciding to play it cool rather than show her growing impatient toward the scientist's ways.

if claire had to bet, she could think about a few things the other wishes; money perhaps, power for sure since it seems a common theme among the outbreaks she's witnessed so far - how far can a person push and bend ethics before it's too late? innocent lives have been lost in the past year, that is already enough for her to say confidently that whoever is running experiments in here is a huge son of a gun. "what i wish to know is where all the kids have gone. you think the outside world hasn't noticed the village getting cut out, but it did." and claire will do anything in her power to make sure whoever started this will pay. "so where are they? are you using them as lab rats because they won't fight back?"

[devil-baker]

Elaine Delaplace - Devilpedia article

Elaine Delaplace (born December 30) is a human representative, exchange student, and baker.

Born: Elaine Delaplace, December 30 (age 27) North Carolina, U.S., Human World

Species and Nationality: Human, American

Citizenship: Human World United States

Education: Ceola University, South Carolina, Human World * Royal Academy of Diavolo, Devildom

Occupation(s): Exchange Student * Human World Representative * Sorcerer * Baker

Years Active: ca 2020-present

Partner: Mammon, Avatar of Greed(?)

Delaplace first arrived in the Devildom circa autumn of 2020, chosen by Lord Diavolo and Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, as part of the Three Worlds Exchange Program. She was one of two humans chosen to participate in the program, the other human being Solomon the Sorcerer. Famous for forging pacts with the Seven Brothers soon after her arrival to the Devildom, she quickly became one of the most popular individuals in the Devildom.

Early Life and Education

Delaplace was born and raised in North Carolina. Her mother, a marine biologist, was originally born in Puerto Rico, and her father, a biochemist, was born and raised in Washington. Both are humans. She has a younger sister, name unknown, who is a biochemist like their father. Delaplace's mother is French and Puerto Rican, while her father is English and Irish.

Delaplace attended Ceola University, a human women's college in South Carolina, where she attained a 4-year degree in English, with a 'minor' in archaeology. She has stated that despite knowing that she wanted to become a baker someday, she preferred to "focus on something that I already knew and loved, as well as something that could be used flexibly if professional baking didn't work out."

Post-College

Delaplace has kept much of the details of her life between graduating from Ceola University and arriving in the Devildom under wraps.

When asked directly about what she did in that timespan, Delaplace replied grimly, "I was not in a healthy position. I was trapped. I know that it wasn't my fault, where I was at... and I have to constantly remind myself of that, but I can't help thinking I was such a stupid, lovesick little idiot who allowed myself to get cut off from everything. But that's over now. I'm free."

Arrival in the Devildom

Delaplace arrived in the Devildom in the autumn of 2020. She was summoned through a portal by Lord Diavolo in her pajamas into the RAD Student Council room.

Lucifer assigned his immediate younger brother, Mammon, as Delaplace's caretaker while in the Devildom, much to Mammon's chagrin.

While initially off to a turbulent start, Delaplace eventually learned the customs of the Devildom and proved herself to be a diligent student, fascinated by the culture and history of both the Devildom and the Celestial Realm.

In an interview at the beginning of the program, she stated:

"I was transported to a place I didn't even think was real, of course I'm going to be interested in it! I was raised by hippie atheist scientists who scoffed at religious people, and now I'm learning that heaven and hell are both real? On top of the existence of magic? I still find myself wondering from time to time if this is some elaborate prank someone's pulling on me, or I'm in a coma or something. Of course, the fact remains that I attended a university already and worked my butt off to get my degree, and now I'm being plopped right back into academia. While it is a radically new environment that's super interesting, I can't help being kind of frustrated. It makes human world education seem like it doesn't count towards anything now and like I wasted all that time and money."

Pacts

Delaplace forged pacts with all seven brothers over the course of mere months. In the following order: Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Satan, Belphegor (previously believed to be representing the Devildom in the human world), and Lucifer.

Solomon, Delaplace's fellow human student, briefly lent his control of Asmodeus to Delaplace for a task. It was quickly discovered that Delaplace possesses innate magic that was unlocked via her command over Asmodeus.

Delaplace possesses a vast amount of magical strength, rumored to rival that of Solomon's, however Delaplace has mentioned that she prefers to view Solomon as a mentor, due to his extensive experience in wielding magic.

Delaplace has exhibited extreme power over the Seven Brothers at various instances (see Devil's Coast Café Incident article for more details).

Baking/Charity Ventures

Delaplace is a talented baker who often teams up with the representing students of the Celestial Realm to hone their craft.

Delaplace has contributed to several charity bake sales in the Devildom, allocating funds to support:

Tree protection/land restoration

Impoverished area/crisis relief

Veteran housing

Delaplace has also voiced plans to assist in operations at an Angel-run bakery in the human world in the future, with the intention to donate unsold goods to homeless shelters at the end of each week.

"There's an absurd amount of food stores and grocers in the human world that just toss out their unsold merch into the dumpster and then get mad when hungry homeless people try to scavenge it," she explained when asked. "I don't want to be like that. I don't like the idea of people going hungry when there's food literally right there."

Relationships

Delaplace is extremely close with all members of the student council and the exchange program.

Rumors have cropped up regarding the exact nature of Delaplace's relationships with the Seven Brothers, as all of them have appeared to defer to her even without her usage of magic.

Mammon, the Second-Born, has boasted in a Devil Style magazine interview, "Elaine and I are tight! Ain't nothing can break what we've got goin' on!"

When asked if he and Delaplace were romantic, Mammon fumbled with his words: "Wha- I- Psh, n-no! Why would I ever go for some human like that? No way in hell! The Great Mammon's got standards and Elaine ain't meeting them!" At one point during the interview, his DDD rang. Upon seeing that it was Delaplace, he answered immediately.

(Worth noting that his pupils grew dilated during the conversation.)

[smellsfaintlyofvanilla]

I love ur fics ahhhh 😭💕 I saw ur requests were open so I couldn't resist. Can you do a Hanji x reader one shot where it's Hanji's and the reader's anniversary but Hanji ends up forgetting about the date they planned bc they're busy with their experiments and stuff. An argument ends up happening but Hanji feels guilty so she ends up forcing Erwin to let them have a day off where they have a date with their s/o. Maybe Levi and Erwin help too? Thank you sm sorry this is so specific!

HANGE NOOOO oml they would though

Anniversary

(Zoe Hange x Reader)

AU: Canon

Warnings: None

Category: Fluff

Summary: Too busy with work, Hange forgets about their three year anniversary, and an argument ensues. Upset about this, they gets Levi and Erwin’s help to make it up to their s/o.

Words: 2.4K

Beams of light shone through the window—blinds doing little to stop it. The sporadic rays of the sun warmed your skin, your body stirring you awake at the detection of sunlight.

You slowly open your eyes to say good morning to your lover, but you sighed in disappointment at the empty space next to you, a small dip in the bed where they always slept.

You sit up and look at the calendar. There it was, circled in bright red ink, March 7th. Your two year anniversary of dating the scientist.

You knew of their habits; staying up late working on experiments, and waking up extra early to begin again. You understood the importance of their work, but you couldn’t help but be saddened by their frequent absences. You wished, at the very least, they could find time in their day to spend with you, especially on your anniversary of all days.

You sighed, dragging yourself out of bed and to the closet, ready to get dressed and face yet another long, busy day.

---

You knocked on the door again—the third time since you had showed up to the commander’s door. After another moment of no response, you pushed the door open wordlessly, they wouldn’t care if you walked right in anyway. It was a privilege only their lover had; being able to walk in while they were working and talk to them. It was a small gesture of affection between the two of you, but a silent one. Still, you appreciated the gesture.

You stepped into the room, and the sight of Hange hunched over the desk and too dissolved in their work to notice you ignited a twinge of sympathy in you. A single, tall candle on the desk provided what little light there was in the room, and you wondered why they hadn’t even bothered to open the blinds. How long have they been awake?

“Hange?” You chirped quietly, and you saw the scientist jump at the sound of their name, turning to face you curiously. They smiled at you the second they recognized you, a satisfied hum leaving their lips. As soon as you had walked close enough to Hange’s desk, they snaked a hand around your neck, pulling you down to plant a soft kiss to your jawline, before returning their attention to the various papers on their desk.

“Good morning, love.” They greeted quietly, and the tiredness was evident in their voice—they made no attempt to hide it.

You blushed at the affectionate greeting, and made yourself comfortable, leaning against one of the many wooden bookshelves that lined the walls of their office.

“G’morning Hange.” You yawned. You thought out your next sentence carefully before you spoke it. “What are you doing up so early? We have a relaxing day ahead of us.”

Hange bore a confused look, turning to you in unfiltered curiosity. “We do?”

Now it was your turn to be confused. How did they not plan for the date the two of you had planned?

“Yeah...” You deadpanned. “We do.”

They made no verbal response, only exasperating their confused look as if to beckon a further explanation.

“Do you not realize what today is...?” You tilted to the side, perhaps testing the waters for a prank, or a temporary lapse in memory. You waited for their head to perk up and chirp out an affirmation about the date, but they did no such thing.

“...What today is?” They echoed, clearly not understanding what you were talking about.

You sighed annoyingly, eyebrows furrowing in frustration. “Our anniversary, Hange. It’s our anniversary.”

You watched their face sink in realization.

“That’s today...?” They asked meekly. It’s almost as if they could sense the incoming anger and frustration coming from you.

You groaned loudly, pulling your body away from the bookshelf and taking a few steps towards them. “Yes, Hange. It’s today.” Their face strained and they turned to look down at the stack of papers and materials on their desk, a look of ‘Oh shit’ being plastered all over their face.

“Geez, Hange!” You half shouted, causing your already exhausted partner to shrink further into their chair. “You bury yourself in your work so often, but I didn’t think you would forget our anniversary of all things! Am I seriously such a low priority to you?!”

They straightened their back suddenly, and you were reminded of how defensive they got when they felt their work was being insulted. “I have an important job, Y/N! I can’t forfeit everything to spend time with you, I have to keep working!”

You wanted nothing of their excuses, and you turned your back to them, balling up your fists as you headed towards the door, tears prickling the corners of your eyes.

“Fine,” you shuddered, “If you want to spend our anniversary alone, then be my guest!”

---

“Shit,” they paced back and forth on the wooden floor, subconsciously biting their fingernails out of stress. “Shit shit shit...”

Erwin raised an eyebrow at this, watching Hange with a stern, but amused expression. “Are you done?” His voice echoed in the small office.

“Well, four eyes,” Levi spoke, using his favorite nickname for them nonchalantly, “The first step would be to not yell at her.” He answered bluntly.

Hange threw their arms up in frustration. “Yeah, well it’s too late for that!” They grumbled. “I didn’t mean to yell at them... I was just...”

“Cranky?” Levi raised an eyebrow.

They glared at Levi with a relatively displeased expression. “You didn’t have to put it that way...”

A comfortable silence passed the room, and Hange continued to pace the room nervously as Erwin and Levi silently contemplated the estranged person’s query.

“If you really want to make it up to them,” Levi piped up once again, drawing the scientist’s attention away from their thoughts and towards the black haired man sat on the table in front of them. “Then I may have an idea.”

“YES!” Hange shouted, perhaps a little too loud as the two men in the room cringed. “Uh, I mean...” They cleared their throat. “What is it, Levi?”

“Well, first, Erwin.” Levi turned his head to face the blonde man, and Erwin matched his gaze intently. “You’re going to need to give Hange the day off, first.”

Erwin turned his head to the side, folding his arms and sighing, “Use it responsibly.”

“Thank you Erwin!” They flung their arms around the man’s broad shoulders, squeezing him happily in a hug.

They let go after a few seconds, turning to face Levi with and excited expression. “What now Levi?!”

“First,” he deadpanned, “Take a nap. You look miserable.”

---

You strode down the hallways of the barracks, a stern expression still planted on your face from the day’s earlier events.

You decided to play it just like Hange, so you deliberately avoided them in hopes to get them to understand. Was it petty? A little bit. Were you just petty enough to do it anyway? Yeah.

Still, when Erwin pulled you aside out of nowhere and said he needed you urgently, you couldn’t disobey your superior. Not that you had any indication this had to do with Hange, anyway.

“Y/N.” He spoke, boring a serious expression, despite the wildly unprofessional nature of the meeting. “You’re needed somewhere.”

“Wha...” You stumbled over your words for a moment, before asking the first question that came to mind. “Me? Why not someone else?”

He dodged the question effortlessly, continuing right where he left off. “It has to be you. And you have to go alone.” He slid a paper across your desk, but you hesitated to pick it up so quickly.

“Just go to the location I’ve marked here.” He uncrossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, signifying that he had finished speaking. “You’ll understand when you get there. Go.”

You nodded fiercely, saluting him before you turned to leave, picking up the paper as you went.

“And Y/N?” You turned to face him. “Take off your ODM gear. Wear something formal.

---

You went to the location Erwin had specified, and you were only left with more confusion. You had put on something somewhat nice, with a white button up shirt, black dress pants, and shiny black dress shoes. Still, their was no sign of any sort of “mission” that Erwin apparently needed from you.

You had found yourself in an open field, specifically the one behind the Scout regiment building. The tall grass swayed in the wind, and you noted the fact that the usual soldiers sparring in the fields were strangely absent.

But, as the sun began to set, a small light peered it’s way into your vision. You squinted, focuses your eyes on what appeared to be... a candle...?

You stuffed the map into your back pocket carelessly, speed-walking to the light out of curiosity.

You made it towards the source of the light, and it was, indeed, a candle. Of course, there was more than that. It was set on a small circular table draped in a white tablecloth, one chair on either side of it. Two empty wine glasses as well as a few pairs of utensils on each side.

You studied the sight curiously, and you pulled out a chair without thinking. As soon as you did though, you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump and squeak out in surprise.

You heard a hearty chuckle behind you, and you turned to face the source of the noise, but your eyes widened in surprise at the sight.

Hange stood tall in a jet black suit, smiling down at you warmly. They had their hair tied in a ponytail, and had ditched their work goggles for more formal rectangular glasses. “Sorry, Y/N.” They rubbed the back of their neck nervously. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You took a step back, shamelessly eyeing down Hange’s attire, a pink blush creeping up on your cheeks. You meant to stay angry, but you honestly had forgotten all of your gripes upon seeing Hange dressed in such a nice outfit.

“Hange?” You sputtered, trying to hide your fluster. “What’s going on?”

They walked over to you, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you down to sit in one of the chairs.

“I felt a little bad about forgetting our anniversary,” They chuckled nervously, “So I set this up!” They smiled proudly.

“A candlelit dinner?” You mused, raising an eyebrow in amusement. “How original.” Despite your outwardly unamused reaction, you were pleasantly surprised with the display of affection.

They sat down across from you, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear.

“It’s well thought out.” You raised an eyebrow in doubt. “For the time we had...” They smiled nervously.

“I’m sure.” You chuckled. You relaxed into your chair before holding up your empty wine glass. “Did you bring anything other than empty dishes?”

Hange nodded quickly, reaching down under their table to grab something, and you quickly realized that it was the neck of a wine bottle. They popped the cork effortlessly, and poured the two of you a glass each.

You took a sip from your glass, the taste of alcohol relaxing you further into your environment.

Hange put two of theirs fingers in the their mouth and whistled loudly, causing you to wince and cover you ears.

“What was that??” You sputtered.

“Just calling over the cook.”

You nodded, taking another long sip from your wine glass. The suddenness of the situation died down, and you peered up at Hange, who seemed to be staring at you nervously. They seemed to be trying to gauge your reaction, but you weren’t giving them anything to work with, so you decided to start speaking.

“You went out of your way to do this?” You sighed, staring at them curiously.

“Yeah...” They trailed off, “I had to make it up y’know. It really wasn’t my intention to ignore you...”

They looked back up at you, and you tilted your head, prompting them to continue.

“I got consumed in my work, and completely forgot about something so important to you. It’s my mistake.” They bowed their head in apology. “So I set this up. I even got Erwin and Levi to help. I just wanted to make it up to you. I just wanted...” They looked to the side with a blush on their face. “...to make you happy.”

You smiled softly at them, understanding their apology.

“It’s fine, Hange.” You laughed out loud, causing Hange to blush at your beautiful face in the candlelight. “I forgive you.”

They smiled, relief washing over her face as the weight lifted off of their shoulders. “Thank god...” They muttered, leaning back in their chair. “I was afraid I fucked up...” They giggled.

Their face in the yellow hue of the candle make them look ethereal, and you couldn’t help your heart from fluttering as the overwhelming urge to kiss them overtook you.

You peered up through shy eyes and met their bright ones. You didn’t explain at all, but they seemed to understand as you scooted your chair closer and leaned forward. They leaned towards you as well, as your lips connected delicately. You felt their hands go up to cup your cheeks gently as you rested your own hands on the table.

You stayed like that, silently enjoying the moment for what felt like ages, until you heard a small sound to your side.

“Ahem,” The noise startled you to lean back a little bit, and Hange did the same. A man, donned in a formal outfit holding a tray of luxurious looking food.

“Ah, sorry, sorry...” Hange trailed over, slinking back into their chair quickly, their demeanor and posture not at all aligning with the formal connotations of their attire and the setting before them. You had straightened in your chair almost immediately, blushing at the fact that someone had witnessed you sharing a somewhat intimate moment with Hange.

The waiter said nothing, only rolling his eyes as he set the tray down upon the table, before turning around to walk away silently.

You scooped some food onto your plate, watching admirably as Hange did the same. Once they had finished, they turned their head up to meet your gaze before smiling.

“Happy anniversary, love.”

This feels bad but oh well lol.

Also sorry this took so long lol I’ve been busy :|

[bitterarcs]

What was the expression . . . Chip off the old block? The good stuff from the gunk? The cum succe— Regardless, Lucas was looking more and more like Reno than his actual man; that meant there was likely some benevolent deity sitting in the clouds . . or whatever it was people believed in. A few more years under Reno's wing, and Lucas could end up a real sparkling gem. It did wonders for the Turk's ego, but it was sure to bring a heat of displeasure from anyone who disliked the idea of a mini Reno strutting about.

The mad scientist himself would likely use his nutsack as an experimentation device, and Reno made his train of thought apparent when the kid mentioned fucking around with Hojo's possessions. Most people thought Reno a dog without a muzzle and with a leash that, more often than not, got away from Tseng and Rufus' grasp. If that were the case, people would be punched a lot more and seeing a lot more nudity around the halls of ShinRa. Most if not all the scientific breakthroughs were made possible because of Hojo; even a top Turk asset like Reno could not compare to the monetary value the psychotic man held.

(  ❛  It's almost like you want me to get my nuts bolted to the wall. Hojo would turn me into some half-man, half-machine type abomination. Great shit for movies, but I like my parts in tact. It would be fun though. ❜  )

In fact, punching Hojo square in the face would be an even more terrific time, but Reno was not about to voice that opinion inside the ShinRa facility much less to his son. Was Lucas always sporting rebellion against his father by the nature of familial relationships, or did he actually despise the man? The redhead was not about to open that can of worms.

(  ❛  Let's pull a prank on Elena and Rude. No harm there, right? ❜  )

It was either them or some of the SOLDIER boys. Things would be innocent when it came to his fellow friends and best trusted co-workers. What Reno had in mind for the SOLDIER division wasn't entirely innocent, and he really did not want Lucas to be roped into that mess. Reno waved his hand in the clouds of smoke before shrugging away from the wall. He began walking backwards with gemstone eyes set on his companion and a playful smirk illuminating his face.

Lucas barely spared a glance as Reno kicked the ashes away. He simply brought his own cigarette back to his lips once more, holding it there as he watched Reno snuff out the embers with his heel. He didn't say anything for a few extra seconds, letting out another breathe of smoke.

"I think you're just looking for something fun to do, if you're think of using your mag rod to start a fire, Teach." He pointed out lightly. "Plenty of kindle up in my old man's labs, though... If you really wanna have some fun."

He sighed softly as he lifted one foot, bending his knee to press the bottom of his shoe against the wall, eyeing the signs as Reno smacked it. He knew that if he got caught it would be one hell of a time. Probably not as bad as all the time's he'd been caught moving Hojo's things around in the labs- still not a great time.

"It says I've got a lot of problems and I don't like listening to the rules." He replied with a shrug, before flicking some of the ashes off the end, watching them float to the ground. "Or, maybe it just shows how the break rooms for smoking are actually just shit and I'd rather get in trouble for it."

[apricotzel]

“IT’S NOT A ROPE!” Gordon yells at the familiar cry of ‘Help me, Gordon!’ Dr. Coomer lets out.

The entire Science Team makes quick work of the…whatever it was on the ceiling. Barnacle. Sure. They’re called that now.

Coomer drops to the floor, peering upwards at the barnacles in front of them.

“Look, Gordon!” Coomer explains cheerily, walking towards them, “Ropes! We can-“

“Stop!” Gordon shouts, grabbing the older man’s arm and pulling him back. “Stop it!”

“What’s the matter, Mr. Freeman?” Tommy questions, yellow eyes wide and head tilted.

Gordon makes a strangled noise, almost feeling his sanity thin like a frayed piece of yarn about to snap.

“Let’s take a rest,” They say instead, dropping to their knees.

“Right here?” Coomer asks.

“Yes,” Gordon replies shortly.

“But we just got moving you lazy slouch,” Bubby complains, “At least-“

“I DON’T CARE!” Gordon yells, then immediately lowers his voice, “I don’t care.”

Bubby pauses, and Gordon half expects to be set on fire. But instead the scientist just grumbles something and stalks to the side of the hallway, sliding down on the wall. Tommy and Coomer hesitantly follow Bubby’s lead, until it’s Gordon on one side of the hallway and all the rest sitting on the other.

Well, almost all the rest.

Benrey stands there right next to Gordon, staring down at them.

“You good? Little baby man? Gordon Madman a little stressed out?” Benrey teases.

Gordon, almost on instinct, tunes it out. Their hands are shaking- their whole body is trembling like a leaf- and his breath is short. He can’t deal with getting into an argument with Benrey right now.

Benrey is saying some more stuff, but it all fuzzes in Gordon’s head like static as he rests there on his knees, staring blankly into nothing.

They wonder, briefly, if this will be the end. If he dies in Black Mesa, like he is so sure he will, he’ll be forgotten. Just like all the other people down here.

Right when they begin to wonder what the point in even trying was, they become aware that Benrey’s crouching in front of them, one hand placed to steady itself and the other waving as if trying to get Gordon’s attention.

“-don. Gordon. Gordon,” Benrey is repeating in a monotone voice, gray eyes burning into Gordon’s brown ones.

“What?” Gordon hisses, irritation filing in, replacing his existential dread.

“Are you good, bro?” Benrey repeats. This time the question seems less mocking and more…genuine, if Gordon could believe that Benrey could actually care about someone else. “You’re no fun if you just stare off into space. Like someone hit pause on you. You lagging?”

Gordon shakes his head, “No, I’m not lagging, Benrey. I’m traumatized. And fucking tired.”

Their voice breaks on the last word and they brace for Benrey to mock them. Instead he smacks his lips awkwardly, eyes flitting around like he was looking for a hint.

In one swift motion, before Gordon could even begin to react, Benrey slips from its crouch to mimicking Gordon’s position and reaches forward, cupping Gordon’s face with one hand.

Gordon tenses at first, ready to pull back. He reaches his arm up to yank Benrey away before he’s hit with a sudden realization.

Benrey’s warm.

Somewhere along the lines Gordon had just assumed that Benrey’s skin would be freezing. Chalk it up to being immortal or something. Having Benrey’s skin touch his in a way that allowed him to actually feel the heat from the guard…

Benrey’s eyes widen in surprise as Gordon grabs his arm to press him closer, leaning into the touch.

Gordon’s eyes slide close and for a blissful moment the entirety of Black Mesa just fades away. It’s just Benrey’s warmth and him.

That moment is broken by Benrey’s own monotone voice.

“Wanna kiss?”

——-

“IT’S NOT A ROPE!”

Benrey feels a small twinge of amusement hearing the physician scream. It doesn’t move an inch as Gordon and company rain hell onto the Barnacle until Coomer is released from it, dropping to the floor with surprising agility.

Like clockwork, Coomer immediately begins walking to more of the dangerous things, reciting off his tip about ropes.

Gordon cuts him off this time, screeching at him to stop as he physically drags the scientist away.

Benrey raises one eyebrow subtly, this being the first time Gordon physically stopped Coomer from doing something.

“What’s the matter, Mr. Freeman?” Tommy asks, head tilting.

Gordon makes a noise like this is physically causing him pain and Benrey fixes him with a stare, wondering when a good time for him to jump in and tease his friend would be.

He watches with a bit of surprise as Gordon suddenly drops to their knees. “Let’s take a rest,” They decree.

“Right here?” Dr. Coomer asks, fixing Gordon with a concerned stare that Gordon misses. Oblivious as always.

“Yes.”

Gordon’s reply is clipped and curt, and Benrey is wondering if their somehow infinite patience was coming to an end.

“But we just got moving you lazy slouch, at least-“ Bubby starts, insulting as always.

Gordon suddenly explodes- and it’s not an unfamiliar sight- it’s just for once not directed at Benrey.

“I DON’T CARE!” They scream, and then for emphasis repeat, “I don’t care.”

Benrey presses its lips together in worry, meeting Bubby’s gaze. It gives a gentle shake of its head. No. Don’t do anything. That would totally ruin the prank later.

Bubby huffs and grumbles instead, Benrey staring him down until the clone slides down the wall. The rest of the team follows, until it’s just Benrey and Gordon.

Benrey fixes his friend with a stare, as it casually leans against the wall.

“You good?” Benrey starts. “Little baby man? Gordon Madman a little stressed out?”

Gordon, for once, ignores him entirely.

Benrey blinks, because that’s not right. Their friendship was built on going back and forth- why wasn’t Gordon firing back?

“Whuh? You too scared to even talk to me? Lame. Lame-o physician man. Couldn’t last a day in a COD lobby. Probably got freaked out playing Skyrim. You can’t…you can’t even hear me right now?” Benrey’s monotone voice dips into something more concern-like, noticing how Gordon was being completely unresponsive.

Throwing a glance at the rest of the Science Team, who seemed to be caught up in a discussion, Benrey pours more focus into Gordon. His friend was shaking head to toe, eyes completely blank as he stared at the wall.

“Gordon?” Benrey prompted. It didn’t know what to do in this situation, and decided the best thing would be to break the silent staring contest they were having with the wall.

“Gordon,” Benrey says again as he leans down in front of his friend. Calling someone’s name gets their attention, right? He waves his hand in front of Gordon’s face, trying to snap them out of their stupor.

“Gordon. Gordon. Gordon. Gordon,” Benrey repeats until Gordon’s eyes finally focus on him.

“What?” They ask in irritation.

Oh, good. They’re getting back to playing around. But just in case…

“Are you good, bro?” Benrey stresses again, searching Gordon’s eyes despite hating the direct eye contact. Benrey never understood the phrase that the eyes were the windows to the soul. All windows just lead to more testing rooms.

“You’re no fun if you just stare off into space. Like someone hit pause on you. You lagging?” Benrey clarifies, still trying to scan Gordon.

Gordon shakes his head, “No, I’m not lagging, Benrey. I’m traumatized. And fucking tired.”

Their voice cracks and something in Benrey’s chest tugs at how utterly…defeated they sound. Something sad but also angry, wanting to grow big and promise Gordon that it was okay, Benrey can just get them all out of here.

But it can’t do that, so instead it looks around for help. What was something it could do to comfort? What was comforting?

Benrey remembers seeing people grab other people’s faces when they were upset. Is that good? Would that be a nice friend thing to do?

Gordon seems too upset to bare, so its the thing Benrey goes with, pressing his face gently against his face.

Gordon tenses, and Benrey feels like it fucked up. When they reach up to yank Benrey’s arm away Benrey feels like it really fucked up.

Then Gordon’s eyes close as he brings Benreys hand closer to his face, leaning into the touch.

Benrey’s throat suddenly feels tight with the need to sing Sweet Voice, and he swallows hard. An unfamiliar feeling, not unlike the one before, stirs and Benrey can’t place it. A protective feeling, a warm feeling, a- a very much not-a-friend feeling.

Benrey’s mouth has always moved faster than his brain, and before he can even think about his mouth opens, wanting to sing and profess this newfound thing he discovered.

“Wanna kiss?”

[talonwings]

to feed a kingdom- Empires SMP Writing

in which fWhip and his subjects make questionable choices for noble reasons.

(can you tell yet that i am a c!fWhip apologist lololololol--)

It would have been easy to miss the small silhouette of the man against the giant shadows looming over the landscape.

The inky sky seemed to cling low over the Grimlands, as it had ever since the Dragon fell; the stars shone more dimly, those that still shone at all. Clouds scudded frantically across the faint crescent of the moon, pushed along by a harrying wind. The crickets all had fallen silent--indeed, all the animals had gone, hidden away in burrows and holes to shelter themselves from the threat of the corruption. No sound disturbed the stillness of the night, but for the harsh gasps of the lone figure as he raised the scythe and swung it again, and again, and again.

fWhip’s fingers had long since blistered, burst, and blistered again. He had stopped even glancing down to check his hands--the sight of the blood seeping through the fabric of his gloves had averted his gaze some time ago. The pain was a constant companion, enough so that he had become used to it, could ignore it if he gritted his teeth and focused on the rhythmic rise and fall of the tool in his grasp.

He was inelegant with the scythe. It would have been obvious to anyone observing, if there had been anyone around to observe at this ungodly hour; as it was, his lack of skill was evident enough in the ache it left behind in his forearms and shoulders, the torque that yanked at his spine every time he twisted to put his weight behind the swings. He had never been a large man, but he felt his smallness down to his bones here beneath the tower of corruption that still rose into the air above him.

Give up, the rot-red tendril seemed to hiss at him. Its veiny surface pulsated eerily, hinting at something living just beneath the fleshy exterior.

“I’ll die first,” fWhip rasped at it. “Watch me.”

He swung the scythe again. The blade was weathered steel, pocked and beaten from many years of use, but still dangerously sharp. It bit deep into the corrupted tendril, and fWhip was gratified when he swore he could hear a faint scream.

Plash was worried about the Count.

It wasn’t that her lord was acting strange, exactly. Strange, to Plash, was a relative term--she had been called ‘strange’ for most of her childhood due to her fondness for laboratory tools over the company of other children. It was a relief to finally be accepted into the service of the Grimlands’ ruler, who, by Plash’s measure, was a kindred spirit in strangeness. Many people raised their eyebrows at the Count’s eccentricities, but accepted them simply because he was the Count, and who were they to question the man who kept food on their tables and money in their coffers?

No, Plash was concerned because fWhip was acting strange, even for him. He was energetic and filled to the brim with ideas, as a rule--it was what made the Grimlands, under his rule, surge to the forefront of scientific research and discovery. Plash would have never described him as kind, necessarily, or even pleasant, but he was confident and sure and bold.

Until the Dragon fell, and everything changed.

She did not know how to make the dullness go out of his eyes, or the slant from his shoulders, or the heavy, bowing weight from his head, and it frightened her--an uncomfortable experience in itself, for someone as rarely frightened as Plash. In the hours immediately after the Dragon’s end, she had watched her beloved ruler become a person she did not recognize; and that, even before the corruption had arrived.

Plash scowled out the window of the manor at the scarlet tendril hanging ominously in the sky beyond the pane. The damn things had erupted from the ground barely a week after the Dragon’s death, while the Grimlands were still reeling from the arrival of what seemed like half of Mythland’s population. They had barely had enough time to count them all, much less figure out how they were going to feed them. Tents lined every road in Eastvale, and most of the roads immediately outside the town’s wall.

Normally, the Count would guide us, Plash thought glumly. But now…

She didn’t allow herself to finish the thought, close enough to treason as it was. Instead, she made herself continue her trek through the long, high-ceilinged halls toward the Count’s personal study, acutely feeling the weight of the smooth little scroll clutched in her hand, burning a hole through her glove.

She arrived at the tall, paneled oak door, staring for a long moment at the polished bronze knocker before summoning her strength and rapping it twice.

“Enter,” the weary voice called from within.

Plash did so, but stopped just inside the door, barely remembering to close it behind her as she gaped at her leader and mentor. He looked terrible. His eyes were ringed by bruise-purple circles, his cheeks hollow with exhaustion; more bruises were visible on the exposed skin of his wrists where his jacket sleeves rode up, and Plash swore she could see blood staining his gloves.

“Are you just going to stare?” the Count asked. The question was blunt, but his voice was weak and lacked its usual intensity.

“I…” Plash couldn’t find any words, so instead she held up the scroll. “This just arrived.”

“And they sent you instead of a raven?” fWhip gave a dry laugh. “I wasn’t aware that you were doing the job of birds now, Plash Ajax.”

Most people would have been embarrassed by the quip, but Plash shrugged. “A raven brought it, but the raven-mistress said it was too important not to be hand-delivered.”

“Mm.” fWhip eyed her for a moment before he, too, shrugged. “Bring it here.”

She obeyed, crossing the room and depositing the scroll on his desk. Up close he looked even worse than at first glance; his face and every centimeter of exposed flesh were riddled with tiny scratches, like he had been on the losing end of an encounter with a thorn bush. His clothes were wrinkled and disheveled, his gingery hair utterly unkempt. Plash said nothing, only waiting in silence for him to inspect the scroll.

He took it in his hands and unrolled it, eyes scanning it for a second before he let it fall from his grip. It hit the desk with a clack, but Plash barely noticed, fixated as she was on the single tear that trailed down the Count’s cheek before being lost in the tangle of his beard.

“Um…” She chewed her lip for a moment, internally caught between wanting to comfort him and wanting to turn tail and run. She settled for asking, somewhat awkwardly, “Shall I, um...shall I leave?”

“Do what you like,” he replied in a tone thick with exhaustion. One gloved hand came up for a noncommittal wave, the fingers indeed stained scarlet with blood.

Plash stood frozen for what felt like an eternity, although it was probably no more than a minute, trying to decide what to do. Finally, she decided to be as blunt as the man she looked up to. “You look awful. Did someone break in here for a fight last night?”

She thought she had made an awful mistake when fWhip’s eyes locked onto her, his mouth agape; relief washed over her when he started to laugh, the sound hoarse and beaten, but familiar.

“So you can tell,” he said when he finally stopped laughing. “Well, I suppose I did nothing to try to clean up.”

“Wait, so there was a fight?” Plash asked in confusion.

“Of a kind,” the Count replied wryly.

“...I’m confused,” the young scientist admitted.

“Ah, I know how you hate that.” fWhip’s mouth quirked in a half-smile. “All of you young researchers do, though I try my best to beat it out of you.” He stood, shaking his head and then wincing visibly at the movement. “Ack. That’s unpleasant.”

“Can I, er, help in any way?” Plash asked.

“Follow me,” the Count said, beckoning with a gesture toward the door. “I will answer your question, though you must promise to share this with no one.”

Plash followed silently, thoughts spinning through her head as they descended the several floors of the manor and exited into the gardens beyond. From down here, she had a full view of the corruption towering over the skyline of Eastvale, tendrils encircling the town as if to latch on and pull it into the earth, although for now, they remained still. It was toward one of the massive growths that fWhip led her, and as they neared, Plash could see a curious wound in the side of the tentacle. It leaked and bled crimson ooze from the gash, and its flesh seemed to have withered around the site, blackened and decaying.

“What caused this?” Plash wondered aloud. “More corruption? Some new blight?”

“I did,” the Count answered.

“You--?” Plash stared at him, aghast, her eyes dropping slowly to the scarlet-stained scythe that lay abandoned on the ground below the tendril. She hadn’t noticed it until he nudged it with his boot, but now she saw the corrupted ichor dripping from the blade, the red vines hacked to pieces and lying dead beside the tool.

“Did you know I wanted to be a farmer once?”

She was caught entirely off-guard by the question, still enthralled as she was by the sight of the scythe, so it took her a moment to fully process it. “Wh--wait, a farmer? As in…?” She mimed what she thought scything wheat might look like.

fWhip nodded tiredly. “When I was very young, I once had to accompany my parents, the old Count and Countess, on a trip to a Wither Rose Alliance summit in Mythland. They were, of course, ensconced in meetings all day, so I wandered the kingdom with my…” Here he trailed off, a flash of some unreadable feeling crossing his face for a moment before he went on. “With an old friend. We got into plenty of mischief, and one of the pranks we decided on was to unlatch the gate to a field full of cows. Luckily, the farmer caught us before we were trampled to death by the beasts, and although we were royal, he decided to teach us a lesson, and made us help him sow carrot seeds for two hours.”

Plash made a face. “That sounds horrid.”

The Count chuckled softly. “My friend thought so, but for me, there was something very rewarding in digging up the earth, placing the seeds, covering them, and knowing that they would someday become food for the citizens of Mythland.”

“...Sort of like finishing a machine that you know will be used to make life easier for people,” Plash said after a moment’s reflection. She knew the feeling--hands oil-stained, face soot-smeared, hair wild, sleep-deprived and exhausted, but overwhelmed with warmth when she gazed at the thing she had created. There was nothing like it.

fWhip nodded. “Yes. And so I told my parents when I was returned to them later that I wanted to become a farmer and grow carrots for all the people of the Grimlands. They laughed, of course, and said that a Count’s son could do more than become a simple farmer, and as it turned out, they were right. But for a long time, I had a secret dream to fill the whole world with fields, to build one every day, as far as the eye could see.”

Plash gazed at him silently for a long time. Finally, she said, “So this is your chance to use the scythe to help the Grimlands?”

His face became hard, almost unrecognizably so. “If I have to tear down every one of these damn things, I will.”

There was silence between them again, the awful, still silence that had hung over the Grimlands in all the hours that had passed since the Ender Dragon’s demise. Plash watched as the Count breathed raggedly, his fists clenched and trembling, the entire weight of their kingdom resting on his shoulders.

“I’ll help,” she said.

He blinked--it was clearly not the response he had been expecting. “What?”

“I said, I’ll help,” Plash repeated. Her resolve was growing now, ideas taking root--like seeds, like kernels that, properly watered, would grow into something that could help them all. “I’m terrible with a scythe, but I know machines and chemicals. If you give me a sample, I can turn it into something that will help us feed the Mythlanders.”

The Count’s eyebrows rose almost to his hairline. “Feed--with the corruption?”

Plash scowled at him. “Did you recruit me from university because I had boring ideas?”

He looked astonished for a moment, but only for a moment, and then his mouth formed the devious smile that she hadn’t seen in nearly eight days.

“No,” he agreed. “I did not. Very well, Plash Ajax. You will turn Xornoth’s corruption into food for the people of Mythland. But you know, I have high expectations now that you’ve even suggested such a thing.”

Plash grinned right back, cracking her knuckles, her mind already working. “I know. So do I.”

[tarithenurse]

Stolen - 47

Fandom: MCU Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!gifted!reader Content: ...sorry...I really am sorry. Also lack of beta’ing. A/N: 1) Don’t hate me for this chapter. 2) Reminder: this is unrelated to the D+ Loki series. The only thing in common between the two is the background (ie: the MCU movies). Ask or re-blog for tag.

47. The Death Song

…   Reader   …

Time itself is a paradox…at least that’s what you’ve heard that some scientist should be claiming but you hadn’t been sure until today. Until the shield of the ship and failed and Loki hadn’t had time to teleport (as you call it) it or the people on it because he already was busy doing the same for the Asgardian flagship.

The impact had ripped a huge chuck off the bridge and the decks below and you watched the shrapnel and people, still licked by dark flames, sucked away and into space for the eternity of seconds before you got launched backwards into a wall.

Next thing you knew, you were coming to conscious, drifting through space while the battle still raged soundlessly around you. Gasping to regain your breath after the impact, you had time to slap yourself mentally because there was no air to fill your lungs before panic started to set in and clouded any semblance of thought process. You could feel the dizziness slowly tug at your senses, could see the patches of blackness despite the similarly dark backdrop to everything around you. This is it, you realized, consciousness flickering.

But it wasn’t. Of course not. It was naïve to think you’d get away that painlessly.

A vast shadow loomed over you, pulling you in until you were resting on a metal surface and a metallic gate had swept closed in slow motion. Together with heat, and sound, came the air you needed so badly to cry out in desperation at realizing you were alone.

“Loki?” you gasped at first before filling your lungs, “LOKIIIII!”

There were voices around you and you felt hands grasp your flailing limbs. Then there was the face of Frigga, and you knew where you were but it didn’t matter as long as it was just you.

Another bout of words that you couldn’t be bothered to listen to until, “[Y/N], get yourself together.” You blinked owlishly at the stern face of your ally. “You are needed and Loki sent you into our path for that reason…don’t let his act be in vain.”

“Loki?” you whimpered at the name. Where was he then?

You recognized a pain flickering across Frigga’s face. “Yes, now make him proud, child.” She pulled you onto your feet and lifted your chin in much the same way your love had been prone to do. “Will you let Thanos get away with this?”

No. Something stirred deep within you, something you had never felt before and it scared you while simultaneously enticing you as your blood began to boil with rage. No, he will know pain too.

You allowed Frigga to guide you to the bridge of the vessel. From there you could see the chaos outside, watch the clusters of metal and glass that already were trying to stay in small orbits around each other only to be pushed apart as something came barrelling through, dragging it along in long wakes of destruction. But you saw Thanos’ ship across the battle space. You saw the bands of the wings whir silently as they turned and clicked into place to allow a new wave of smaller fighter flights gain access and kill.

Kill.

Death…so much death.

The ship you had been on was not the only vessel that had succumbed to the enemy. You had been told that was likely to happen even before boarding the ship and setting out, but watching it was too painful. Ruined, hulking wrecks floated by with a stream of dead in their wake. Where is Loki? But you didn’t want the answer. You wanted revenge.

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People around you are cheering despite the devastation hovering in ribbons and clusters outside the warship you’re on. You know, you should join them – even though Thanos hasn’t been killed, the Mad Titan has still suffered a scalding defeat today – and cheer for those who fought whether they survived or not. But you can’t. Just...can’t. There’s an emptiness inside you, numbing, but void of anything else than disbelief as it renders all senses useless.

“Saviour.” The High Priestess has been among the survivors recovered among the debris right after their flagship was shot to smithereens. “You have done well. Be proud.”

“Thank you,” you mutter despite not feeling the pride she’s talking about. What is there to be proud of?

Every ship are sending out little teams for search-and-rescue, mostly bringing back corpses with bloated and blistered skin and blood-shot eyes. They’re covered in frost. Cold to the touch the few times you’ve tried to reach out to find a pulse before giving up helping out. It’s not the same chill. And you can’t help but wonder: will Loki feel this way too once they haul him back onto a vessel?

Someone big and warm plops down next to you, stretching leather-clad legs out before him and wraps an arm around you to envelop you in heat and sweaty musk that clings to his muscles.

“Don’t fret, little one,” Thor’s voice rumbles, “my brother rarely stays dead for long. He’s always pulled pranks, you know.”

“Thor...” you can’t listen to him. Can’t hear his tales of denial when it only highlights how fruitless it is to hope because this time...if Loki has been picked up by the coalition then you’d have known by now. And if it’s someone else who has found him alive...? You don’t want to finish the sentence.

“- this one time, he had transformed into a snake...and you know I love snakes...so I went to -”

“Thor!” You startle the poor guy shut, the look he gives you full of understanding underneath the wetness nearly daring to tumble down his cheeks. “I’m...I’m sorry, Thor. It’s just...can we not talk for a moment?”

He tugs you closer. “Of course.”

That’s how you sit when the search is called off together with the last inkling of hope you’d manage to nurture. That’s how Frigga finds you leaned against her last son.

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All's Fair in Love and Prank War

Rating: Teen Status: Complete Summary: Every year, their company hosts a prank war video for Halloween and every year, Kagome watches from the sidelines. The pranks are fun and the people enjoy it, but she's always been content to leave it to her coworkers. Until this year when she's accidentally targeted for a prank and decides to jump in feet first. She joins Kouga in a battle against Inuyasha and Miroku and if she can play her cards right, this prank war won't be the only thing she wins this Halloween season.

Chapter Excerpt:

Skipping the elevator and heading straight for the stairwell, Kagome began her trek upwards. Four flights up to grab one copy from a previous budget proposal, two more flights up to her office, it wasn’t terrible. It was easier to take the elevator during the weekdays when people were in and out and the office was buzzing, but now, when the lights were off and not a sound could be heard? Oh no, Kagome was not getting into that death trap of a box.

She didn’t know where her…unease of elevators came from, but she wasn’t stupid enough to ignore it.

Arriving at the fourth floor, she wasted no time crossing the open floor plan toward the far end with the line of filing cabinets. Ginta told her they stashed all budget proposals in one spot no matter which department it was for. Finding the file she was seeking — bless Ginta for being administrative-minded — it was a mere three steps toward the copier. Two copies made so she could mark up one of them, she returned the original file and headed back toward the stairwell.

Still no lights, but still not unusual. They usually turned off the sensors when there were no shoots on the schedule.

Papers going under her arm, grabbing the door to pull it open, already seeing the end of her quick stop by work coming to an end—

A large, dark figure stood right behind the door, towering over her, black hood casting a shadow over their face, everything concealed except the bloody, white fingertips reaching out for her.

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Bad Girls love good men, Part II

Part 1

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Jaune returns from the store with a bag of grocery's in his arms with Emerald following behind him carrying some bags as well.

Raven is staring at them as they bring in bags of food, her eyes darting from bag to bag with a feverish intensity, but stays put on the couch.

Jaune goes back out for more grocery, Emerald scowls at Raven.

Emerald: For house mother you really don’t do much, do you?

Raven reclines back into the couch: Perks of seniority.

Emerald rolls her eyes: Perks of being a freeloader.

Raven: Whatever moss-head.

Emerald turns red face and stomps off to the kitchen to put away the bags.

Jaune returns back in carrying the last of the bags.

Raven’s eyes glint at the package in Jaune’s arm and leaps at him.

Jaune casually shifts his grocerys into his other loaded arm and catches Raven with a iron-claw.

Jaune tightens his grip on Raven’s face: What are you doing Raven?

Raven starting to sweat: Um, nothing?

Jaune walks into the kitchen with Raven, puts down the bags, and pulls out a bag of Grimm-Dust Suckers, Extra-POP!

Jaune: You wouldn’t be trying to steal these, would you?

Raven still in a iron-claw whistles innocently.

Jaune sighs: Raven, I know that quitting smoking is hard, but come on, the suckers are for everyone, not just for you.

Raven blushing: Don’t shame my oral fixation!

Jaune raises an eyebrow: I didn’t say anything about that, anyway, I’m not letting you trade one addiction for another. You can have one sucker if you help put up the grocery's, one after dinner, and one after work out. Are we, clear? Three after these three task are done.

Raven mumbles behind Jaune’s hand.

Jaune says sharp: What was that? I couldn’t hear you!

Raven: FINE! I’ll help you put up the stuff.

Jaune drops Raven from his hand, smiling at her: Good, hop too it.

Raven sullenly mutters: You’re lucky I’m not a Faunus, or I’d bitch you out about racism.

Jaune ignores her goes back to putting up grocery's, while still holding onto the suckers.

Emerald smirks dutifully doing her chores.

Jaune pivots on his feet and grabs at thin air above a bag.

Neo is shattered out of her semblance as she starts whistles innocently.

Jaune scowling: That goes for you too young lady. Help, or wait till after dinner for a serving of ice-cream.

Neo still reaches for the ice-cream attempting to ignore Jaune.

Jaune sighs again: Fine be that way.

Jaune touches Neo’s head and whispers: Anima mea cincinno

Neo’s eyes go wide as her own Aura freezes into place trapping her into a prison made of her own soul.

Jaune while going back to putting up grocery's: Don’t worry, Neo, It’ll unlock in around fifteen minutes. Just enough time for me to put up the ice cream.

A single tear goes down Neo’s face.

Emerald and Raven shiver at the sight, but continue doing their chores unfaltering.

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Vernal throws a stick at Jaune as he’s reclining in his chair.

Vernal holding a wooden bokken: Fight me, nerd!

Jaune lets the stick hit him, it bounces off his aura and falls to the ground.

Jaune: Vernal, not now sweetie, I’m just got back from work, I don’t want to play right now. Go ask Raven.

Vernal goes red-faced: I’m not your sweetie! I’m a cool, venomous bitch!

A brief popping is heard before a marble-sized aura bead hits Vernal in the forehead. Vernal falls to the floor clutching her forehead.

Vernal: OW OW OW!

Jaune scowling at Vernal: Language, watch your language or I’ll watch it for you. Now, I know you didn't’ have a good childhood, but I’m trying Vernal, just give me a moment to rest and I’ll fight you.

Vernal looking sullenly at the floor, her forehead red from where the aura marble hit her. 

Vernal: You promise?

Jaune nods: On my word.

Vernal: Ok, you better, otherwise you’re a coward.

Vernal say the words not having much heat.

Jaune chuckles and lets her be.

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Jaune has Neo tied up in a chair, he scowls at her.

Jaune: Alright you little gremlin, what did you do?

Neo innocently bats her eyes at Jaune changing her eye color as she does so.

Jaune flicks her head with a aura-charged finger knocking Neo’s head back, shattering her semblance showing she was trying to pick the lock.

Jaune with a smirk: Fool me once, shame on you. Try and fool me, twice? Not gonna happen.

Jaune pull up a chair and turns it around to rest his arms on the back.

Jaune: You’re trying to fool a guy who can see your soul and aura movements, you’re not as slick as you think you are.

Neo scowls and sticks her tongue out at him.

Jaune: Anyway, you gremlin agent of chaos, what did you do today? You’ve been quiet too quiet.

Neo smiles innocently and moves her head from side to side like a pendulum, tapping her fingers to sound like ticking.

Jaune rolls his head and shoulders: Nice try, Gremlin, but you can only play the I’ve hidden a bomb in the house card, so many times before I figure out how to disarm of them you can make.

Neo pouts.

Jaune: I found seven bombs, did I miss any?

Neo looks confused and the word Seven appears on her right eye and ? on the left.

Jaune: Actually eight, but that on my car from some White-Fang saboteur. I got admit, I’m curious where you got the materials for C-4 and how to make pipe bombs.

Neo reels back and struggles with her bindings.

Jaune unties her, and she quickly signs: I didn’t plant that many bombs! At least not the dangerous ones! I just did pranks bombs, like planting fire-crackers in Raven’s toilet and setting up a banana cream pie bomb for Yang!

Jaune looks unfazed: Huh, I wonder who’s bomb these are then and why they are setting to go off in my house?

Neo goes pale as a sheet.

Neo signs: Aren’t you worried?

Jaune laughs: Ha, no, not after my first house got bombed, I started thinking crafty, I got together with some Atlas Scientists and Professor Peach, and we spit-balled the idea of a living house made of aura-awakened trees. Long story short, not very feasible as tree don’t have a very strong sense of self so they dissipate aura quickly, but as long as I amp up my house, it’s sturdier than any shelter and capable of regenerating any damage.

Neo nods confused.

A loud thump is heard up-stairs.

Jaune nods: There goes one, and two, and three. I’m losing my edge, Neo start hiding more bomb for me to find.

Neo nods amazed and mildly terrified, lifting a shaky thumb with a the words ‘Can Do!’ floating above her.

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