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propertyofkylar · 4 months

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Harper 19 👀?

doctor's orders - m!harper x gn!pc

tags/warnings: 19. kidnapping, drugging, dubcon, medical kink, reader's genitalia left ambiguous

word count: 1810

note: wow....i hope THE harperfucker enjoys this...

“Mhm. And how has your mood been lately?”

You shifted slightly in your chair, sitting on your hands. Dr. Harper was a strange one. He was something of a therapist and psychiatrist. But he also treated injuries, and you had heard he’d even done gynecology work, so you still weren’t entirely sure what kind of doctor he even was. But the pills he prescribed worked well, so you came every Friday to see him.

“Um,” you hedged a bit, but Harper’s encouraging smile urged you forward. “I mean, it’s not great. You know? Things kinda…suck.”

Harper nodded as you spoke, looking the perfect image of a doctor as he jotted down something on his notepad.

“So I guess I’ve just been kind of…down. If that makes sense?” You offered.

Harper nodded again. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Huh?” You hadn’t expected that. Harper offered you a warm smile.

“I’m experimenting with more herbal remedies,” he explained. “I’ve purchased some tea leaves that claim to help with feelings of depression and anxiety. I thought you might like to try some. I know you like the pills, so this would just be a supplement of sorts. It may help lift your mood, even just a bit.”

Something made you feel a little uneasy. But your doctor had never steered you wrong before. And it was just a cup of herbal tea. What’s the worst thing that could happen? It would taste bad?

So, you nodded. “Sure. Thanks.”

Harper gave you another smile and stood up, busying himself with an electric kettle in the corner of the room. You watched idly from your seat. Maybe a warm cup of tea would be exactly what you needed.

Several minutes later, Harper handed you a steaming mug. An herbal smell of chamomile, lavender, and something else you didn’t recognize wafted towards you. “If you like it, I’ll send it home with you along with your meds.”

You thanked the doctor and took a sip. It was warm with a mildly sweet taste. “It’s good,” you said, going back in for another sip.

“I’m glad you like it,” Harper said.

At the very least, a warm drink would make you feel better temporarily. The doctor made idle chitchat with you as you continued drinking. By the time you had emptied the mug, though, your head was feeling a little fuzzy.

“Are you alright?” Harper asked, only seeming mildly concerned. “The herb blend does have a relaxing effect. It may be that it’s making you tired.

“Mm…yeah…” you rubbed your eyes, suddenly feeling groggy. “Haven’t been sleeping well lately…”

“Don’t worry,” Harper was leaning forward in his chair, almost in anticipation. “Close your eyes. My next appointment isn’t for a while. You can sleep here for a bit, no worries.”

“‘Kay,” you murmured, your eyes shutting of their own accord. “Just a lil bit…”

You were out like a light.

When you came to, you had no idea where you were.

It didn’t feel like you were still in the hospital, though it still seemed like a doctor’s office of sorts. But the light was harsh and artificial, and you got the feeling this room wasn’t used too often.

Also, your arms were bound to the bed, which wasn’t great.

“Mm?” You were still quite groggy, so actual words didn’t come out of your mouth. You suddenly became aware of a figure looming over you, smiling. “D-doctor…?”

Harper undid your arm bindings, inviting you to sit up. “Sorry for that! I didn’t want you to move around or get violent in your sleep. The…tea effects are a little unpredictable.”

You rubbed at your sore wrists - how long had you been like this? - as you took in the surroundings. “Where did you take me?”

Harper rolled a chair next to the bed, stroking your hair in a rather unprofessional manner. “This is my private office. You need a more intensive therapy.”

You blinked. “I do?”

Harper nodded. “Yes. Your depression and anxiety is rather treatment resistant. I want to try some different things with you to help you get better,” he slid his hands to hold yours. They were cold and smooth. “Doesn’t that sound good?”

There was something wrong. Something was off. But your brain felt so, so fuzzy. “Yeah…that sounds nice.”

Harper beamed and clapped his hands together. “Excellent! Now, let’s begin,” he pulled his notepad out and studied it closely. “You say you’ve experienced rape and sexual assault. Is this right?”

You shifted uncomfortably. “Uh…yeah.”

He nodded again and checked something off on the notepad. “Good. Then we are going to have sex.”

“What?!” Your ears were ringing. Did he just say that?

Harper set down the notepad and looked closely at you. “You say the assaults cause you trauma. Correct? I can show you how sex can be pleasurable and it will sort of rewire your brain.” He smiled placidly at you. “Don’t worry, you can trust me.”

It was weird. Something felt off. But…you trusted him. So you found yourself agreeing.

“Good!” Harper smiled warmly at you, standing up in front of you. Despite the smile, there was something oddly intimidating about him. But he was a doctor, and you weren’t. So it was probably okay. Right?

The doctor sat next to you on the bed, moving closer then he’d ever been. “The first step is foreplay. This usually begins with kissing. Are you comfortable with that?” His breath was warm on your face. You nodded.

And then the two of you were kissing, Harper’s mouth surprisingly cold, much like his hands were. “Very good,” he murmured. Harper practically tugged you into his lap and your patient gown rode up, making you suddenly very aware that there was nothing on underneath. Wait, weren’t you in a therapy session before? Where did your clothes go…?

Your thoughts were interrupted when you realized you could feel Harper’s cock rubbing against your most sensitive areas. The feeling drew a whimper out of you, which sparked Harper to reach under the gown and grab at your back.

“P-please,” you whined, grinding down on Harper.

But he did not relent. “Please what?” He asked. “You need to be specific.”

“Please…” you sucked in a deep breath. “Please, fuck me.”

“Very good,” Harper pulled away and beamed. “You’re a very good patient. You learn quickly.”

He reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a small tube. As he squeezed the slimy fluid onto his fingers, you realized what it was - lube. “This may be cold,” Harper said before slipping two fingers into your hole. You bit down on your lip and groaned as the doctor scissored his fingers inside of you. It felt good, but it also felt methodical and practiced.

You pawed at the bulge in Harper’s pants, which he was not expecting judging by his sharp intake of breath. “T-that’s enough,” he stammered, momentarily losing his cool composure. “I think you’re ready now.”

Harper pulled his hand back and unzipped his pants. With one movement he tugged down his pants and boxers and you were suddenly staring directly at his thick cock. It was flushed and twitching, and the bead of precum on the tip gave you the sudden urge to lick it.

But that wasn’t what was going to happen, at least not today, as Harper was stroking his dick with additional lube, and the way he was looking at you - no, leering - was decidedly unprofessional. You were too far gone at that point, though. The only thought in your head was how badly you needed that cock inside of you.

Your doctor grabbed you by the hips and, ever-so-slowly, lowered you down onto his cock. Harper practically hissed as you sunk further and further onto him, until your hips were flush with his.

“V-very good,” Harper managed to get out, his face turning red. This was an act you were quite familiar with, and your instincts kicked in. You started moving up and down, Harper’s hands still gripping you tightly, and he began rocking his hips in unison.

Harper seemed practiced in every aspect, with his cock managing to hit every sensitive spot inside of you. He was consistent, too. Every thrust was almost rhythmic. It made the hospital bed creak and squeak, and if you weren’t almost entirely fucked out of your mind, you would’ve worried about its stability. But all you could focus on was riding Harper and how fucking amazing it felt. Maybe it was that tea you had, or maybe your doctor was just that good at fucking.

His grip on your hips only added to the pleasure and you quickly began feeling heat intensifying within you.

“I think,” you tried to start but were cut off by your own moan. “I’m gonna…”

“Cum,” Harper said plainly, though clearly struggling to stay calm. “You can cum. It’ll - haa - be good for you and your…fffucking treatment.”

You didn’t need Harper to tell you twice, his hips slamming into you. You grabbed onto his shoulders and cried out as the orgasm wracked your entire body. You squeezed your eyes shut, but when you opened them, you noticed Harper was staring intently at you. It felt as though he was staring into your soul.

After several more thrusts, you could tell Harper was about to hit his limit as well. Never easing up on his grip, Harper held you down as he came, filling your insides with his hot cum. The two of you stayed connected for a few moments before he gently pulled you off, you letting out a whine at the loss of contact. Harper quietly studied his cum leaking out of your hole and dripping down your leg, then jotted down a few more notes in his notebook. You wondered what he was writing.

“Well,” Harper smiled at you, straightening his clothes out. “You did a great job. You’re a fast learner. I hope that was pleasurable.”

You could only nod in response.

“However,” Harper looked down at his notebook with a slight frown. “I’m afraid you still have a long way to go. This is only the beginning. I’ll need to keep you here at least for a few more days for further studying and treatment.”

“Oh…” you mumbled. In your post-orgasmic state, you struggled to understand what was going on. But maybe a longer stay wouldn’t be so bad.

Harper stood up, clutching his notebook to his chest, and gave you a few soft pats on the head. “No worries. I’ve already communicated with your guardian and school, so everything will be just fine.” He gave you another grin, one that felt a little less genuine, and made you feel a little uneasy. “Trust me. There is no better place for you to be right now than right here.”

And with that, he left the room.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #harper the doctor #dol harper #dol fanfic #dol x reader #writing #prompt event #this one got a little silly!! and the smut could've been longer #but i couldn't figure it out #o well #i hope u guys like #it was fun to write #just had to um. suspend my disbelief for a bit

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godtier · 3 months

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random thought but in the context of the mmx universe: what exactly was the benefit of giving reploids any semblance of autonomy or feelings or thoughts or ability to make choices

like I get that it's a trope for media that contains sentient robots. I get it. but like. why.

to use a very obvious comparison, terminator is like "what happens when the robots wanna kill us" but in mmx, that's not even a plot point in any of the games at all. yeah, mavericks are implied to have attacked humans, but most of the damage they cause seems to be infrastructure related or just attacking other reploids... the majority of reploids aren't rebelling against humans at all

so like

again

what the hell was the point in making them sentient? you have this race of robots that are capable of autonomous actions and individuality that are basically, what... glorified appliances?

it's smth that I feel is kinda glossed over purely bc there's a huge lack of human representation in mmx specifically. like classic mm has plenty of instances of humans interacting with the robots etc, but mmx has like... Dr Cain.

like, let's pretend mmz doesn't factor in here bc that came out after the foundation of mmx was created and by a different team (it is also itself an alternate future by virtue of the direction the x series took after x5, anyway)

and then if you just look at mmx on its own, all we know rly is that like... humans had to go underground and such after Eurasia crashed due to the fallout

but we don't rly get much info on how they interact day to day with the reploids? or what their general feelings are about them. and it's just really really bizarre bc narratively, you'd anticipate smth like how mmz rolled out where there's an actual uprising against humans specifically... but mavericks in mmx (aside from sigma and some others) are generally characterized as either "disobedient" or "rogue" or "malfunctioned."

bc remember: sigma was a maverick hunter. mavericks existed before he rebelled and went on his spree about being a superior race. like, that implies that sigma's movement is about reploids being superior to humans, but I'm talkin like... overall. narratively, it's always been an odd thing how it was never really delved into in later games very much.

I feel like maybe it's bc they pigeon-holed sigma too early in the series into being infected by zero (it's implied as early as x2, iirc), which thereby degraded his personality until he basically didn't exist anymore. like his whole movement and motivation, if you think about it, lasted basically one game. the first game. every subsequent entry, sigma is pulling strings in the bg, rapidly declining from "reploids are superior to humans" into purely causing chaos either for the sake of it or to get x and zero to fight him again.

like at its core, it's a very bizarre thing to look at with more scrutiny. most things I have read about mavericks beyond "they're crazy or something" have been from supplemental, non-game canon materials (the manga, the light novel, the Archie comics, etc).

anyway it's just smth I was thinking about randomly when tryna workshop my fic 🥲 a lot of the stuff I come across is basically fanon territory and I just wonder if anyone else noticed how weird the way mavericks are treated from a narrative standpoint or if it's just me being crazy

#megaman x #rockman x #mmx #rmx #mavericks #meta analysis #text post

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prokopetz · 2 years

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Thank you for the explanation! ❤️ now I’m intrigued, though: Where can I find information on why 4E was published under a more restrictive license?

(With reference to this post here.)

Before we can talk about that, it's necessary to understand what an incredible shitshow 4E's commercial launch was in general. I go over that in some depth here.

Understanding the sequence of events outlined there is important because it dispels one of the most widely accepted wrong answers to your question: that Hasbro and WotC cooked up the 4E Game System License (GSL) because they didn't want a repeat of Pathfinder.

In truth, the 4E GSL is what caused Pathfinder; Paizo was one of a handful of third-party publishers who'd taken advantage of the D&D System Trademark License (STL) to produce officially branded D&D products, and they'd likely have been perfectly happy to continue doing so if WotC hadn't come to them and said "hey, if you want to remain STL-compliant, you need to throw away all of your 3E material and re-develop it for 4E, under a more restrictive license, with zero notice – that's cool, right?"

(It was not, in fact, cool.)

As for why the 4E GSL really happened, there are a variety of opinions on that – a lot of it ultimately comes down to internal office politics, so there may never be a clear answer. As far as I've been able to gather, however, the problem is that the OGL had always served two masters. By all accounts, several of the OGL's principal architects genuinely believed in establishing a creative commons for D&D – but that's not how they sold the idea to the suits at the head office.

Internally, the pitch in favour of the OGL was that it would allow WotC to delegate the creation of D&D supplements and adventures to third parties, allowing WotC itself to focus on core book sales. (i.e., the PHB/DMG/MM trio and the main setting hardbacks.) Core books were always the more lucrative side of the coin, with supplements and adventures serving less as a profit-making enterprise in themselves, and more as long-tail support to drive further core book sales. The prospect of being able to get that long-tail support for free was very tempting, and is likely the main reason that corporate agreed to publish the Third Edition under the OGL in the first place.

The OGL accomplished that, to a degree, but it also resulted in a lot of publishers lifting D&D's rules text wholesale – remember, the OGL allows verbatim copying-and-pasting of rules text, which was its main draw from the perspective of third-party publishers – and stuffing it into their own standalone games. This sort of thing was fairly small-time prior to the Pathfinder debacle, but there was enough of it going on for WotC's new owner, Hasbro, to see it as a thorn in their side.

TL;DR version: in all likelihood, 4E's GSL was an effort by Hasbro to rein in the OGL and return it to the purpose for which it had initially been sold to WotC corporate: an instrument for outsourcing D&D's long-tail support to unpaid third parties while reaping the benefits of that support in core book sales.

(Of course, as outlined in the linked post, what was actually accomplished was to shrink D&D's third-party support practically to nothing while simultaneously creating its own largest competitor; it's a fair question how much of this was due to the GSL itself, and how much of it was due to all the other corporate incompetence and general fuckery attendant to 4E's rollout, but either way, the result was WotC and Hasbro pulling the plug on 4E early, and reverting to the OGL for 5E. It was a learning experience all around – though the present business with the OGL 1.1 leads one to suspect that they didn't learn the right lessons!)

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oldschoolfrp · 1 year

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Regarding purple dragons, wyrms, and worms (and sea monsters):

We can find D&D's five chromatic dragon types all the way back in 1971 in the "Fantasy Supplement" appendix of Chainmail by Gary Gygax and Jeff Perren (above). Their main rules are for fire-breathing red dragons, but they suggest variant rules for blue and white dragons and briefly describe the traits of the black and green.

Included among these dragons is the purple dragon, aka mottled dragon, described as "a rare, flightless worm with a venomous sting in its tail." This use of "worm" seems to have the Old English meaning of wurm/wyrm as a reptile, serpent, or dragon, rather than as an earthworm.

Three years later Dungeons & Dragons Volume 2: Monsters & Treasure (1974) gives specific rules for all five chromatic dragons and adds the gold dragon as the only lawful dragon. It also clearly shows and describes the purple worm as a separate monster with the general form we know today, an oversized earthworm that can swallow an ogre whole:

The "Sea Monsters" entry that immediately follows mentions the purple worm in comparison, but has no corresponding stats on the Monster Reference Table. The specifics are left up to DMs to research and decide for themselves. What I take from that entry is that a sea monster might use the purple worm's stats and the same rules for swallowing prey, but could take any shape or other stats the DM chooses.

Supplement I: Greyhawk by Gygax & Kuntz (1976) adds the other metallic dragons, their Platinum King, and a Chromatic Queen of evil dragons.

Supplement II: Blackmoor by Arneson (1976) introduces many new aquatic monsters, including the first official elasmosaurus, mosasaurus, and plesiosaurus, and the "Mashers: Coral eaters, harmless unless frightened, if so is just like 20 hit dice Purple worm."

The 1977 AD&D Monster Manual names the opposing king and queen dragons as Bahamut and Tiamat. It includes the masher, now described as a large worm-like fish with poisonous spines, reduced to 8 hit dice from 20, and no longer compared to the purple worm. The MM also brings back the "mottled" name, formerly a synonym for the purple dragon in Chainmail, now an aquatic variant of the purple worm that almost feels like a replacement for the original masher and possibly recalls the OD&D sea monsters:

The same book also includes other sea monster options like a giant sea snake as a variant of "Snake, Giant," the new dragon turtle, and the return of the elasmosaurus, mosasaurus, and plesiosaurus listed under "Dinosaurs."

The 2e Monstrous Compendium II (1989) gives the mottled worm the same brief mention as an aquatic variant purple worm, then I believe it passes from official D&D rules in later editions.

The purple worm remains one of the iconic creatures of the game, now far removed from its draconic origins.

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azuresins · 1 year

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New here, new to your blog, very nervous, please be gentle. Real-boy said he would have invested in railways instead of a toy company. I don't know if this is just my personal squick, I don't know if he would-have had the power to force members of the estate to work on railways as part of his 'investment' but either way. I have a (great, great) grandparent who worked as a railroad Navvy, he immigrated to escape Britain's working conditions... that's literally why I'm here. Say what one will about Our!Ciel, but Funtom is providing safer jobs to people... Read a bit about Railroad Navvies during that time period, I'm betting it'll shock you. Contrary to whatever anyone says, they were NOT, "well paid" they were NOT compensated well or even given beds. They died at a high rates, and families weren't compensated for deaths. Sometimes, they weren't even paid with real money... So that definitely set off a 🚩.

I'm so glad your ancestor survived... After taking a closer look.

I thought, initially...that this was just to illustrate differences between the two of the twins... That "Real!Ciel" would have made what he felt were more business-oriented, practical decisions for monetary gain and expansion ... and not more personal choices, like Our!Ciel.

(( By "communications" I assume he means something literal. Telephone lines, something like that.)) But after taking another look, that is some very interesting thought-food, you provided. It's very easy, for readers to forget about the working class and common people who's lives are being played with while all of this is going on, and I think that's intentional. It was also clearly illustrated, that Real!Ciel is just not that interested, in investing in areas that might also create more opportunities, for the working class, or for providing with goods and services, to women and children. He seemingly doesn't care for the toys, and didn't seem interested in Funtom supplementing income that theoretically, the Estate could be providing by itself.... You spoke specifically about railways. From what I understand, investors in railways normally didn't want train-tracks running through THEIR property and estates, and that often created problems... but. ...Some didn't mind, so long as it meant exclusivity, and bigger shares of profits. Most especially, when land owners had canals, in their possession. Telephone lines required similar... labor, for their infrastructure (and thus the conditions were also pretty bad for those who had to build them). As for whether or not he could "force" people who lived on his estate into other trades, like that... Absolutely, he could. I think a lot of factors could determine that, but it's not entirely out of the question. It's happened to people, historically. He could certainly make it much harder for people living there, to continue to do so happily. They could move theoretically, they just have to abandon their homes and the only life they've ever known. If they can afford it. Mm. Thinking about a railroad or telephone lines, running right through the estate where that canal was built, kind of breaks my heart a bit... but regardless, I'm glad that didn't happen or hasn't happened, yet. I don't know what fate is going to befall Funtom or the Estate, but I hope the company survives, a while longer. I'm sure if the working classes who live on the Estate had a say in the matter, they'd want Our!Ciel, as their Earl. No contest.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #real!ciel

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padfootscoldleathers · 8 days

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i'll leave (a light on) ch.2

Minnie watches them all pack in and file out before picking Sirius from the pack. "There's someone waiting for you on the bus."

He scrunches his brows together, "Is it our lawyer again? I swear it wasn't me this time and if it was I plead the fifth." Minnie stops them with a hand on his shoulder.

"You are a citizen of the United Kingdom," she says, squinting.

"A citizen in the United States of America, so I will be using their laws and I plead the fifth and will now be taking a vow of silence," he replies smoothly and continues walking out the building. Peter stops walking and waits for her to catch up.

"Minnie," Pete whispers, "Want to make a bet?"

McGonagall checks him top to bottom, "Let me hear it."

"We'll take guesses of how long it'll take for him to crack. Whoever's closer, timewise, wins. I say 20 minutes." Pete explains while they trail after Sirius and they both start a stopwatch.

"Six. What exactly are we betting?"

"I want to see what's in the locked box you keep in the drawer under the couch in the tour bus." Peter says it like he knows something or the curiosity has been eating at him. He shrugs, "I'll also take one item if it interests me."

Minerva's heels echo mutely on the concrete as they exit the building. She hums in agreement, "And when I win?" He thinks for a moment but draws a blank, "Anything you like, Minnie."

"A blank check is a dangerous game, Mister Pettigrew."

"Yeah, but it's you, what's the worst that can happen? I like to live on the edge a little and you wouldn't do wrong by me, would you, Minnie?"

"Nothing's concrete. You have yourself a deal." They shake hands and make their way outside to see Kingsley driving in ahead of them with the bus. They load in and not a moment later do they hear Sirius' surprised gasp. Then he starts rambling like a madman, making absolutely no sense but tangibly excited. Peter hears the strangled mutter of "I missed you too" before he realises he's already lost. He slowly turns his head to see Minnie holding up her phone stopped at 5:32. "I suppose I overestimated slightly. You won't be getting inside that box but you do owe me. I know you're a man of your word and if not... I'll call your mamá." Peter eyed her slowly head to heels and back, "You would, wouldn't you?That's low, Minnie." She grins like a cheshire and walks past him, heels clicking, "It's deliciously clever."

"Mm, I'm sure. Deliciously deceiving," he utters under his breath once she's gone. He makes his way over to where Sirius is wrapped tightly and rocking in place with an old friend. Peter smiles slow and fervently and trudges over as Sirius reluctantly lets go. He wraps his arms around her and hooks his chin over her shoulder, "It's lovely to see you, Marianne." Mary hugs him fondly, "I know." He knocks his head into hers and she snickers, "Alright, alright, lovely seeing you, dushi."

He pulls back and narrows his eyes at her suspiciously, "You're here early." Peter steps back completely to inspect her, eyes her head to toe. Then he paces around her, lifting her hair, arms, kicking in the backs of her knees and ducks when she tries to flick him for it. "Ay yai yai, calm down, I'm just checking your mobility. Meds, supplements?" he asks while he holds her face in both hands and turns it both ways.

"Yes and yes, every morning." He tugs on her ears, checks her temperature with the back of his hand before nodding in approval.

"How's the stump?" Peter asks, smirking.

"You know I don't like calling him that," she utters unimpressed.

"Why didn't you choose Hephaestus, again?" Mary rolls her sparkling brown eyes at him.

"Because the accident was a Hiccup in my life. Also 'half Hephaestus' doesn't sound cool; too many syllables." Peter grins at her with a small kick to her bionic leg.

"Hey, you break it, you buy it." Sirius breaks out laughing behind her.

"You're laughing but he cost me several months rent." Marlene walks in freshly drunk behind them and giggles, "A limb more like." That gets Dorcas snickering. Mary slowly raises her right brow and says, "That joke was dropped off a cliff and died harder than Fili in the Hobbit." A mourning silence fills the room and Marls's voice cracks as she mutters, "Ouch. I respect it, message received but... Damn."

Mary throws her arms around Dorcas and Marlene and fully kisses both their cheeks. "Marls, you’ve got to understand I hear that joke all the time, it's annoying now. It's like when people call you an oreo 'cause you have vitiligo or tell you to go back in the blender."

"That's more in line with bullying though. Do you feel like we're bullying you?" Cas asks with an arm snaked around Marlene's waist.

"I don't, but it gets irritating."

"I bully her," Peter cuts in. "Every day." He shakes his head like it's nothing. "It's my job as her brother." He pinches her cheeks from behind and like his abuela does to them sometimes. "Isn't that right, sugarplum." Mary's eyes are unimpressed in contrast.

"¿Sabes qué, Chiquito?" She utters as she turns around and tries to grab at him, but Peter ducks and runs off to the bunks at the back of the bus in a fit of giggles. Although not before stealing a bottle of tequila from Marlene, who then chases after him, on the way. Dorcas then backs out of the lounge to 'save Minnie from a murder charge'.

Mary drops herself on the sofa and her eye twitches for a bit, then she sighs out as much of the air in her lungs as she can. She makes eye contact with Sirius and she can tell he knows. They've been friends for more than half their lives and he knows her on so many vulnerable levels. Sirius could always tell when Mary was loathing herself. Perhaps because it was so familiar to him, by guilt or by force. She thinks it's because when the quiet rolls in, she drifts away, that it's visible. Still, she hopes that if she drifts far enough, she won't even have to pretend her problems aren't happening. Dreams to be so far that their anxieties won't exist to her.

She sits there staring at him and gradually her eyes haze until she doesn’t really see anymore. Sirius pulls her in and Mary lays her forehead to the side of his neck as he rubs circles into her back. Sirius sings softly into her hair but Mary only gets the melody. It's soothing nonetheless. Something about being with her best friend is making all the shit she's going through finally sink in. It all crashes into her like pain after an adrenaline high and in all honesty – it just really has her feeling like a pile of shit.

Moments pass and the present feels like eternity and yet as if no time has passed at all. Time is measured between speed bumps and red lights while she wonders if this is what it feels like to be losing your mind. She doesn't get to think about it before she falls asleep. Lullabies will have that effect.

Sirius sits up and unrolls the sleeve down her prosthetic, gently removes the leg and puts it to charge. He scoops her up and walks her over to the bunks trying his best not to stumble as the bus turns a corner. He shifts her onto one of the beds but when he tries to pull the blanket over her finds Mary's hands clutching his sweater in a fist.

Peter and the girls drag out an 'awe' from the bunk across and he has to shush them. Sirius watches Mary’s face glisten with sweat for the single second it takes him to decide to climb in. He curls an arm around her head and strokes her hair as she tries to bury herself between his ribs. Mary gradually calms and Sirius wonders what the hell Lily Evans had done this time and what hair stylist she'd moved to.

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A/N: LONGER CHAPTER RAHHH ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD CAUSE I PULLED AN ALL NIGHTER ACCIDENTALLY (AGAIN)

Gojo places down (or rather, quite rudely tosses) his phone on his unmade bed, right beside his wrinkled tuxedo.

Mei is so annoying sometimes. She just HAD to pick out the most plainest tuxedo ever and an itchy one of that.

Honestly, you'd swear she gets off to it the way she treats Gojo.

It's almost night, he should probably get something to eat.

Check the cupboard? Nothing.

The fridge? Nada.

The pantry? Not a single crumb.

The thought of warm ramen with pork chop was enough to make his mouth water.

No.

Bad Gojo.

Water/milk only, with supplement pills 2 times a day, once in the morning, and once in the evening. Maybe a carrot if he was feeling extra cheeky.

He didn't like the prospect of the gross orange peels for dinner, so he'd best just go to bed and sleep it off.

And that he did.

~2 days later~

As soon as you stand out of the limo, cameras flash in your direction, making you genuinely feel like you are going to pass out from the flashing lights alone.

Nonetheless, you walk as elegantly as you can across the carpet. You see some girls that you recognized, Maki Zenin and Utahime Iori. They must have vaguely acknowledged you aswell, because they ushered you to take a photo with them.

"Hey, let's go inside," Utahime murmurs.

You stand your ground, apprehensive. You still need to wait for the others to arrive.

But then again, you'd look awfully ridiculous standing alone on the red carpet.

Nanami also mentioned that you'd have to mingle with the cast a bit....

So what's the harm?

"Yeah, let's go,"

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"So, you're Y/n l/n, correct?"

You nod as you clutch your drink in your hand.

"I haven't seen you on set before, why're you here?" Maki's voice wasn't judgemental or condescending, genuine curiousity soaked her tone.

"Oh uh, just a new project coming up from Endless... Not sure If I'm able to say anything about it right now"

"Mm I see," She was about to say something else when a shrill voice makes you jump out of your skin.

"Y/NNNNNNN!" You're greeted by Nobara with her arms around your shoulder. After locking eyes with Maki, she flushes and looks away. Maki raises an eyebrow.

"Well, uh Maki, this is Nobara, and-"

"Hey, I've seen you before. You've acted in that one detective movie before," She makes a knowingly nod at the brunette.

"Your acting was great in that movie, it's one of my favorites," Maki places a hand on Nobara's shoulder for a brief moment.

"Well, see you two around," She dissapears admist the crowd.

You turn to your best friend, who was absolutely whipped.

"Well, that just happened,"

"I am going to relive that moment for the rest of my life," Nobara squeals.

"Pinch me so I know this wasn't a dream- Ow! Itadori what the hell?"

Yuji had crept up on the two of you along with Megumi.

"You're outfits look better in real life, dayum!" You playfully tug at Yuji's tie.

"When is the premiere going to start? I'm dying for some popcorn?"

"Of all the things on the table in front of us, you want popcorn right now?" Megumi rolls his eyes.

"Ah Megumi lighten up," You pinch his cheek, like a loving grandmother to her angsty teenage son that "is surely getting all the ladies"

He slaps it away.

"Ow, touchy much? Anyway, I'm sure they'll make an announcement when it's time. Meanwhile.." You grab Nobara and Yuji by the wrist, "Let's Dance!"

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"Go and talk to her already,"

"What?"

"Satoru, don't act stupid. I know you're looking at that girl over there," Geto nods towards you, who's talking with your friends oblivious to what's going on in the opposite corner.

"No, I'm not!" He harrumphs, and slumps.

"Okay I am...."

"Stop snarfing down food and ask her for a dance or something. You're acting as if you haven't eaten in days,"

"I-" before he could defend himself regarding his food consumption, he decides to drop it.

"I'm not talking to her Getooooooo,"

"Why? Too scared she'll reject you?"

"No, she won't reject me. I'm Satoru Gojo,"

"Okay how about a bet?" Geto pours some wine in a glass and sips tentatively.

"When, I mean, if she does reject you... I get to make fun about it and you can't retaliate,"

He continues.

"IF you get her number, I'll buy you mochi during practice for a month,"

"Deal," Gojo says, and goes to the dance floor where you were. Something about the beauty and or confidence of you was intriguing, hypnotising...

And terrifying.

He quickly walks to where Geto placed the bottle of wine and took a great swig of it.

"Toru you dumbass! You know you are sensitive to alcohol," Suguru tries to pull him back, but Gojo was a man on a mission. He looks around, seeing you weren't on the dance floor anymore, and caught you slipping away and out the door.

He follows suit.

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Despite your attire, you were still able to have a great time on the dance floor.

Breathless, and humid with the amount of people in close proximity, you tell Megs that you're gonna step out for a bit.

You open the door out and sit on a bench close by, and you shut your eyes.

"Needed a break?"

"Gah!" You snap up straight with a jolt, with a young man with white hair and blue eyes sitting next to you.

Wait a minute, white hair and blue eyes?

"Forgive me if I'm mistaken, but are you, Satoru Gojo?"

"The one and only baby," he winks and clicks his tongue at you.

Now you're the one feeling flushed.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Y/n L/n" You extend a hand, but he puts his hand up in objection.

"Please, I utterly despise formality, call me... 'Toru," Before you can answer, he grabs you into a hug.

"See, we're friends now!"

For the approximate 3 seconds of his embrace, you could tell three things.

1: His figure was extremely lean, though that wasn't a shocker

2: His perfumes are just heavenly

And 3: he's drunk.

He stretches a bit.

"I like your dress, I'd wear it myself if I could,"

"Oh, thank you! And I don't see the reason why not?"

"Blehh, something to do with management and meh meh I don't know. I'd much prefer it over this stupid ass suit my manager forced me to wear, I look like every basic white guy at the Met Gala, "

Wow. He was, brutally honest.

Or maybe that was the alcohol.

"Yeah, well I think it "suits" you. Hahaha get it?"

Gojo- I mean, 'Toru looked at you blankly for a moment and started giggling.

And you started too.

That was the start of a 20 minute tangent of back and forth, talking about stupid shit and making the most dumbest dad jokes ever.

Talking to him was no harder than talking to your friends, even though you've barely known him personally for half an hour. You then heard a booming announcement that the premiere is due to start in 5.

"You're really funny, yknow that? Here, give me your phone?"

"Whatever for? To run away and sell it for a top dollar?"

Satoru acts insulted. "Excuz moi? No, I was gonna give you my digits,"

"If that's the case, then why don't you give me your phone?"

"Whatever for? To run away and sell it for a top dollar?"

"You bet"

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Sorry I couldn’t help myself. Also Ace would have been on Jackass.

You’d had your fair share of bad dates - Marco wasn’t the worst person you’d ever been set up with. There was one where the guy had gotten arrested by the Marines during dinner, and another where you had to shoot the guy with a blow dart to keep him from poaching. So comparatively, Marco wasn’t that bad. At least he was good looking, aside from the hairstyle and general proclivity to piracy.

After general introductions, you were ready to begin the beetle quest. You had already reined yourself in from launching into a speech about beetles that were invasive on the island. You needed to be chill for Etta’s sake. It was difficult for you to be calm and relaxed about anything related to your interests. You’d try and tone it down but sometimes your desire to share information was a little…strong.

“OK, so if we want to find beetles we’re going to need to think like birds.” Ace looked over to Marco deviously. You couldn’t care less what was going on between them - let them play their stupid games.

“So we’re going to need to find secluded, dark, and dry places,” you continued. “Beetles are actually found in almost every habitat in the world. They are a dominant form of life and scientists have found beetle fossils way down in the ocean, indicating that they have lived on earth for millions of years. Interestingly, the fossils they found from a little under a thousand years ago were of land dwelling beetles, not water dwelling beetles. Like most islands, we have some beetles that are endemic just to this location, which is what we are going to try to find. Though since this island has a large number of rare birds and bird migrations, there are also an extremely large variety of beetles. Birds are frequent carriers of beetle eggs and larvae which they bring to the island on their travels via their guano. You’d think that the guano would destroy the eggs but actually…” you took a breath and looked at your small audience. You could tell Etta and Ace had zoned out and weren’t listening. It was OK, you were used to this kind of reception. Not everyone cared about these things as much as you. Surprisingly, Marco was paying attention, seemingly waiting for you to finish your sentence. One point in the pirate’s favor.

“- but that’s actually not what happens. Let’s start walking and I’ll show you some likely spots.” You finished your rant and moved along. Marco kept up with you, leaving Ace and Etta chatting in the rear.

“You know a lot about beetles yoi,” Marco said conversationally.

“Not really. It’s more like supplemental information for me. I’m trying to become a published ornithologist,” you told him. “So really birds are more my thing, and since birds eat beetles, I learned a little.”

“I’m also into birds,” he supplied “but definitely not at your level. I’m not a scientist by any means yoi.” You hummed. You could hear Ace and Etta having a pleasant conversation in the back, making you smile slightly. Etta was a sweetheart, anyone would be lucky to go on a date with her.

“Science and piracy don’t usually go hand in hand,” you replied, remembering your own date.

“Mm, they can. I’m the doctor on board so I know a little about science.”

“That’s nice.” You wanted to end that line of conversation. You did not care about pirates or their health or how their stupid crews worked. As your group walked along, you were scanning the area for phoenix feathers. Just because you hadn’t seen one yet didn’t mean there weren’t any on the island.

“What are you looking for yoi?” your persistent date asked.

“Bird feathers,” you said, still scanning the area.

“I thought we were looking for beetles today,” he replied.

You sighed. Some scientist. “We are, but I’m always looking for feathers. It can help me track which species are currently on the island.”

“I see. Anything unusual here right now?” Marco said with a calculated look.

“Nothing out of the ordinary.” Like you would tell him about the phoenix that his captain had already hurt. What if the phoenix had escaped and was waiting for them to leave!? You’d see if the phoenix needed help - if you ever saw it again.

“Nothing rare?” Marco prodded.

“Nope,” you said, popping your p.

“Are there ever rare birds on the island yoi? Anything mythical?” What was this guy’s deal? Was he looking for you to help him poach birds?

“Rare birds, sometimes. Mythical birds, no. I’ve never seen one here.” You didn’t like to lie but in this case it seemed like the right choice. You’d finally reached your destination, a small series of caves that the Peel Rhinoceros beetle favored for its habitat. They were damp, moist, and pretty gross but they usually had a lot of bugs. You started nudging rocks over with your shoe trying to find some examples for the group.

“Like I said, there are some beetles that are only found on this island. What’s notable about the beetles here is that they are large and their horns look like orange peels with legs. They’re called Peel Rhinoceros beetles and don’t touch them. Like most things in nature that are brightly colored, the orange is telling you not to touch it. It won’t kill you but it will sure mess up your day.” You made sure Ace and Marco were listening - Etta had already heard this from you a million times over and wasn’t going to mess with them.

You kicked over a large stone and saw a yellowish orange beetle with a shovel shaped horn. You stooped down and picked it up. “Look here, this is actually not a Peel Rhinoceros beetle. It’s a Lemon beetle, which you can tell because it looks mostly yellow with some orange elements. It lacks a true horn, having instead the shovel shaped one at the top and has no pronotal horn. It’s a Batesian mimic, completely harmless.” You put the little guy back down and covered him up again with the rock.

You meandered a little farther, spotting a Peel Rhino a few feet into the cave.

“Here’s a Peel Rhinoceros Beetle,” you said, pointing to it with a stick you’d found. “See how it kind of looks like an orange peel from far away? And see how I’m not touching it? Those are the two most important facts about this beetle.”

Ace and Etta looked suitably impressed. Ace took out his notebook and drew a rough sketch of the bug, along with writing the name.

“It doesn’t look quite right,” Ace said, squinting at the drawing.

“Let me see,” you said, offering to take the notebook. He handed it to you and you took the pencil out of his hand. “Oh, this is pretty good. You’re just missing some tibial teeth and the separation between the front and middle tibia. I can adjust the drawing if you’d like.”

“Sure, thanks!” Ace said and you started changing his drawing. It really wasn’t bad for a pirate, you thought. A few strokes of the pencil and it was looking more like the beetle in front of you. You took the liberty of drawing it again from a side profile and including the scientific name above the pictures.

“Wow! You’re really good!” Ace exclaimed as you handed back the notebook.

“Oh yeah, she’s the best realistic artist on the island, you should see her bird drawings,” Etta replied, praising you.

“Oh? Would I be able to see some of your work yoi?” Marco inquired.

“No. It’s private.” You were a little annoyed at Etta for bringing it up. Time to get this show on the road.

“So those are two beetles found only on this island. I’m sure you guys can take it from here. There are plenty of other beetles here, you can definitely find some attractive specimens if you look. I’m actually going to check for wire snares in the area since I don’t normally come this way.”

“Sounds good, enjoy! We’re gonna go deeper in the cave.” Etta and Ace were holding hands.

“Do you need a lamp dial?” you asked. You had a spare you could lend them.

“No, I’ve got this covered,” Ace said with a smirk. He held up his index finger and it turned into flames. Your eyes widened - he was a devil fruit user? You hadn’t met any in person before.

“You really don’t know who we are?” Ace asked, tilting his head. “Not to be cocky, but people usually know on sight. They call me Fire Fist Ace.” He made his whole arm turn into fire. You shrugged.

“Not my interest,” you said. “You can’t fly and don’t have feathers, so I don’t really care. No offense.” Ace coughed to cover a laugh.

“Do you have a nickname too?” you asked Marco. You’d like to know what you were dealing with.

“Yes, but people usually call me Marco yoi. Can I come with you to check the traps?” You blinked slowly. You wanted some time to recharge yourself alone but didn’t want to be rude. Ella and Ace had already retreated further into the cave.

“Sure, but just so you know if there’s any wildlife that’s caught, I release them.” He wasn’t going to get a free dinner off of the traps. You and Marco set off into the woods while Ace and Etta went into the caves. During the walk Marco kept trying to initiate conversation with you, which was not productive to finding birds or saving wildlife.

“So, how did you get into bird watching yoi?” Marco asked while smiling at you.

“By watching birds, please be quiet,” you shushed him. “I’m always looking and being loud is counter productive.” He took the hint and walked alongside you in silence. You were checking for wire traps and any sight of the phoenix. You came across a wire trap that had ensnared a sea raccoon. You held up a hand indicating for Marco to stop.

The poor animal was covered in sweat and blood. It had its hind paw caught in the trap and was too exhausted to transform. It watched you approach and trembled, probably expecting to be killed. You knelt down in front of it and slowly took wire cutters out of your pack. You snipped the wire around its hind paw and immediately the tension in the wire went slack. You didn’t move as the sea racoon took stock of the change. It looked at you, rubbed its hind paw, nodded, and scurried off into the underbrush. You smiled, put the cutters back in your pack and stood back up. You turned towards Marco and indicated that he could continue to follow you.

“Those sea raccoons are worth a lot of money,” he said to you. Ugh. Once a pirate, always a pirate.

“I’m not interested in money,” you replied. As if you would ever sell a live animal, much less one caught in the wild.

“Still, it’s nice that you go around freeing them yoi.”

“I would like to hope that if I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, someone would help me out too.” Marco looked contemplative but didn’t reply.

~~~

Marco POV

What a strange woman you were. You seemed to have infinite patience and care for animals and insects, and a never ending amount of disdain for pirates. You had so much knowledge and wisdom, but almost no people skills. You weren’t lying - he could tell you hadn’t known who Ace was by your shocked face when he showed his power. He wanted to understand you more, so he followed you around, admiring your perky butt from behind while you freed a few animals that had been caught in traps. You were quick, attentive, and compassionate for the captured animals. In another life, he thought you would have made a good doctor.

You had made your way back to the main trail when you could hear Etta yelling your name as well as Marco’s in the distance. You perked your head up and immediately started jogging back towards the sound. Marco kept up easily and wasn’t worried in the slightest. Whatever was wrong could be fixed between the two of you. You jogged faster the closer you got to your friend’s voice. He would have offered to take your pack but he didn’t think you would be receptive.

You finally reached your friend, who had been standing on a rock for better visibility. She got off the rock and was speaking to you hurriedly. She pointed a finger towards a sick looking Ace who was sitting and leaning against the opening of the cave. You laughed uproariously. For quite a while. Etta was frowning. Marco came up to find out what happened but had a fairly good guess.

“Ace picked up a Peel Rhino beetle and it sprayed him with venom,” you said to Marco, wiping a tear from your eye.

“It’s not funny!” Ace yelled from his seated position. He was sweating profusely which was uncommon since he didn’t get hot or cold. “It wasn’t on purpose! I thought it was a Lemon Peel beetle or whatever.”

“It absolutely is funny! That’s like one of two things I told you today! What a fuckin’ idiot!” you laughed again. Marco wasn’t laughing on the outside but he didn’t feel much sympathy for Ace. He had been warned after all.

Etta looked worried. “What are the effects of touching the beetle again?” You smiled impishly.

“Ace is going to be intensely horny until he has sex and orgasms. Likely a few times based on the dose of the venom he got. Won't subside if he just masturbates. If he doesn’t he’s going to be in severe pain for a few hours. I did warn you it would mess up your day.” You smirked at Ace.

Marco frowned. “Ace, can’t you turn into fire and burn it off yoi?”

Ace scowled at him, “don’t you think I tried that already? No, it didn’t work.”

“Aren’t you the Whitebeard doctor? Can you give him anything as an antidote?” Etta fretted.

Marco looked at his crewmate and shrugged. “Unfortunately when it comes to things like this, antidotes aren’t really made yoi. It’s got to work its way out of his system one way or another.” You quirked your eyebrow at him. He knew he was correct - there wasn’t really anything to do other than ride it out. You looked impressed with his knowledge.

“He’s going to need help getting back to wherever you’re staying,” you supplied. Marco sighed - they were staying on the Moby, which was pretty far away. Marco thought about changing into his Pheonix form and flying Ace back to the infirmary, but that would ruin the little game he had going. But before he could offer, Etta piped up.

“Ace can come back to my house,” she said timidly. You and Marco’s eyebrows hiked up.

“One moment, please,” you said, pulling your friend aside. Marco couldn’t hear the entire conversation but he saw you trying to give your blow gun to your friend for protection, which Etta wouldn’t take. You seemed like a very loyal and giving friend. Turned out you did like some people, just not pirates. You gave up trying to give your friend weaponry and walked back to a groaning Ace. You crouched down in front of his face.

“Whatever lucky star you were born under has granted you a wish. Etta’s taking you back to her house. If I find out anything unsavory happened, you’ll wish you’d only been sprayed by a thousand beetles.” You got up and turned to Marco.

“I think you’re going to need to help him get to Etta’s house. The pain he’s in is compounding quickly and Etta’s place is at the top of a hill.” Marco nodded. He knew you were right, but what a bad end to a date.

“Thank you for the lovely expedition today, even though it ended early yoi.” Marco was intrigued by you. As soon as he dropped off Ace, he was going to catch up with you again.

“Ah, yeah. It wasn’t bad. We’re not kissing though.” You crossed your arms and Marco laughed lightly.

Etta thanked you as well while Marco hauled Ace off the ground and the trio started trudging towards town. He could feel your gaze on his back as he retreated with the moaning Ace.

~~~

Your POV

What a long ordeal that was. You chuckled to yourself thinking about Ace picking up the Peel Rhino. What an idiot. Though, you mused, Etta might be in for a fun night. Ace seemed like he would be pretty good in bed. You’d heard Peel sex was intense and euphoric, but you’d never had it yourself. You never met anyone you’d felt strongly enough about to do something like that. Tourists, Marines and occasional pirates propositioned you but you always turned them down. You were by no means a virgin, but the list of people you liked to spend time with was short.

You made sure everyone was gone before you picked your way through the forest to your hideout. It was the early evening - hottest part of the day on the island. You were soaked with sweat from jogging to Etta and rucking with your pack all day. One of the best features of your secret base was the waterfall. After sitting and drinking water for a few minutes, you started shucking off your clothes and laying them on sunny rocks to dry. You had gotten down to your boring bra and panties when you saw the flickering blue you’d been waiting for. You watched the phoenix soar in the sky, making circles above. What you would give to be able to fly with it just once. You watched it until it came to perch in a tree near the waterfall. You broke into a huge smile.

“I’m so glad you’re back! Every time I see you it’s like a present from the gods.” The phoenix, of course, said nothing. But you knew that it had preternatural intelligence and could understand you. Or you were completely delusional. Either way, you enjoyed your one sided conversations.

“I’m going to swim and cool off for a bit. Would you like some fruit?” You opened your pack and took out some dried pineapple you’d brought with you. You set it on a rock near the phoenix and backed away. The phoenix didn’t move but also didn’t leave. You reached behind you to take off your bra and the phoenix startled.

“Are you offended by naked humans?” you asked worriedly. You’d never do anything to upset your phoenix. The phoenix shook its head. You clapped your hands once and laughed.

“I knew you could understand me! If I rattle on too long, let me know. I really treasure your company.” With that, you unhooked your bra and threw it on a rock. You hooked your thumbs into your panties, pulled them down and did the same. You went to the deep end of the pool and jumped in all at once, making a splash. You came up and swam to the shallow part of the pool, where you could stand and lean so you were half submerged in the water. Jumping in the pool felt divine, you were so happy you could enjoy it with the phoenix. You looked over at the phoenix, who was watching you with unabashed interest.

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