#see my vision!!!!! see my vision please!!!! i so firmly believe they are/would be friends

[irlwakko]

just some disorganized thoughts about Mal and Vito (and a little Manitoba!) being friends under the cut

okay so in my personal headcanons, I feel like Mal and Vito originally started being “friends” out of necessity as the only two alters who remember all/most of the system’s trauma (I headcanon that Vito and Mal know the most, Manitoba knows a lot of it since I also think he’s a memory/dreamkeeper and a gatekeeper, Svetlana doesn’t know much but knows she’s here to help, and Chester and Mike know next to nothing)

my flimsy “canon evidence” for this is that Vito seemed to be the one Mal tormented the least in headspace, giving him a “job” that played to his strengths and also pretty much choosing Vito as the “mouthpiece” through which he spoke to the rest of the system (yeah I’m way overanalyzing the ventriloquist thing. shut up)

he left Mike alone with nothing, gave Chester and Svetlana jobs he knew they’d both actively hate, and gave Vito and Manitoba jobs he knew they’d somewhat enjoy I’M OVERANALYZING OKAY

assuming Cory Doran’s “the reset button was temporary” thing is true, and assuming that as each alter returned they got a LOT of therapy, I feel like Vito would probably be the most sympathetic to Mal and come around to his presence the most quickly. I have this image in my head of Mal just like. Sitting in the corner (or maybe in a new tower lol) refusing to interact with anyone in the system and Vito just coming in and talking his ear off about something random. Mal thinks Vito’s just supremely oblivious, but Vito’s actually trying to get Mal to warm up to him as like… a start to him actually interacting with the others in a healthy way. he manages to get Mal to crack a smile a couple times and say a few words here and there and to him that’s a win

once it comes time to try to introduce Mal to therapy, Vito kind of becomes his mouthpiece again (see what I did there I brought us full circle), relaying Mal’s feelings to the rest of the system and their therapist, all of whom Mal refuses to talk to (initially), and talking about their shared memories to give more context as to why Mal’s the way he is. everyone else is baffled as to why he'd share all this with VITO of all people because their personalities just seem so incongruent but like. they Get each other

also once Mal goes into dormancy post-juvie it seems like Vito kind of transitioned into that spot of being Mike's least favorite and "causing the most problems" (in Mike's eyes according to all the stuff he says in ROTI) and I feel like they'd bond over being/having been the black sheep of the system lol. no one likes them (ORIGINALLY! everyone starts interacting healthily eventually I swear I promise it's just gonna take some therapy) so they like each other.

[pininghermit]

A Tale of Caution

Request: @queenondeezmatatas OOH I MISS ALU SO MYCH AS WELL💓I did the the wheel and got Power Play 👀A fem!reader and subby alu please? Hihihihihi

AN: I missed writing Alucard soo much!! It feels awesome to see you in my inbox. Okay so this turned out to be more of a hurt/comfort sub/dom thingy. But it's so sweet. I hope you like it 🥰because I had a lot fun and feels writing this.

Tropesvania Event- feel free to request

Genre: hurt/comfort

Pairing(s): Adrian Tepes x fem Reader

Summary: Power-play- fem reader

“He will not.” You cross your arms, huffing at the Belmont. “Adrian will not go anywhere.” Holding his hand tightly in yours, you look into his eyes, only for Alucard to avoid your gaze.

To be honest, you had never liked the Belmont couple. They were no better than the bastards who had done this to Alucard.

What kind of friends left a grieving soul to rot in the grave of his wretched past? What kind of friends ignored the trembling in his hands, the shadows in his golden eyes, and the cracks in his composure?

They had all failed him. Left him to fend for himself. Let the savior of their world crumble like the castle he wandered.

You despised them all. But mostly, you despised yourself for not finding him sooner.

For all the nights he begged for pain, sobbed for penance, for what he believed he had made you into.

To Adrian, you were his penance. A shadow of the demons of his past. That was what he needed. A force he could fight, a torment he could endure.

This cursed world was why the dhampir you loved more than anything would never be able to love you the same way. To him, you were his nightmare, his doom, a trial sent to test his strength.

But you had passed the point of return long ago. Love was a crippling addiction, and you were nothing if not an absolute slave to its whims.

So, you became exactly what Adrian desired. Combining all the rotten parts of yourself, you gave him what he needed. Acts his former lovers had made him endure, this time, with the control resting firmly in his hands.

Brittle ropes, gentle knots, whispered reassurances, kisses, and tender caresses. You refused to let his pain exist unaccompanied by pleasure.

And somehow, after weeks of tearful protests and self-loathing, Adrian began to accept it. His body learned, his senses yielded, his spirit softened under your whispered praise.

You were damn proud of that.

Until he came. The Belmont.

He barged in, shattering one of your stolen moments in the west wing of the castle. Right as Adrian had allowed himself to surrender, to relax in your arms for a fleeting moment of pleasure.

Perched on top of him, locked in a searing kiss, the slamming of the door was like a clap of thunder.

Adrian leapt up instinctively, his panicked stance shielding you. His sword appeared in his trembling hand, ready to strike the intruder.

It was Belmont.

He came for a simple reason—a quest, a call from some obscure, faraway town burning under the chaos of the Fae. A plea for Adrian, the savior, the hero.

Absolutely not.

Adrian would not go. If the world burned, so be it. It was no concern of yours or his.

He had given enough. Lost enough. There was no part of him left to sacrifice for others. Adrian wasn’t their savior anymore. He was barely holding himself together.

Gripping his hand in yours, you stood in front of him, placing yourself between Adrian and Belmont. Your hatred for the man blazed, unrestrained, raw and unfiltered.

“My love will not go,” you said firmly, voice low and trembling with fury. “He is no savior. I will not allow it.”

For the first time, tears of frustration welled in your eyes, blurring your vision. Why him? Gods, why him? “Leave him be!” You shoved Belmont hard, your voice shaking as you fought to steady it. “Some good you’ve done,” you spat.

Why had this man come now, when things were finally getting better? Why did Adrian have to be taken from you the moment he’d started to gather himself? Why must the world steal him away just as you’d found him again?

You lunged toward Belmont, fists clenched, ready to drive him out with whatever strength you had left. But before you could reach him, a hand caught your arm.

Adrian pulled you back gently, turning you to face him. For the first time that day, he met your eyes.

“I won’t go,” he whispered. His voice was calm, steady—the same tone you had used to comfort him through countless nightmares. “I won’t go anywhere.”

His words echoed softly in the room, but to you, they roared louder than any promise.

A chuckle escaped your lips, broken by an ill-hidden sob. You pulled him into a tight embrace, your fingers tangling in his hair as you clung to him. He wasn’t their savior. He was yours.

And that was all that mattered.

[blessedbyahuntress]

Shut up, doofus, and just kiss me already

A/N: For someone so chill, Jason is really fun to write fanfics about. (No I don't have a crush on him what are you talking about)

Pairing: Jason Grace x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Reader being possessed, mentions of knocking the bad boy supreme out.

Requested?: Nope!

Jason watched as you squirmed in your bonds, pure golden eyes darting around as the eidolon inside of you searched for an escape.

He felt his heart leap into his throat as you focused on him, narrowing your eyes to slits.

Then you gasped, the gold clearing from your now wide eyes as you sat up straight and stiff.

“J-jason?” Your voice was barely a rasp from all of the screaming and shouting at your friends to get away from you before the eidolon made you hurt them. 

When they didn’t back off, the eidolon stuck true to its word, evident by the scraps on Jason’s biceps, and the gash right below his jaw. Frank had had to carry Leo out -though unwillingly, he made sure everyone knew that- for the Latino was knocked out cold.

You winced at the memory, remembering how Jason had to hold back Percy from knocking you out.

“No one is hurting her,” he had stated firmly, though through gritted teeth as he held Percy back by the shoulders. “Not now. Not ever. Not under my watch. Eidolon or no.”

Your eyes had softened, just for a millisecond, but Annabeth had taken the opportunity, crashing the hilt of her dagger into your skull.

You had crumpled to the floor, darkness crowding your vision, eyes flickering back to normal.

“What did I just say?” Jason demanded, crouching in front of you, looking over your shoulder at Annabeth, who only shrugged. 

“It seemed like the best option,” Annabeth had tried to defend herself, though rather halfheartedly. 

You had reached out, gripping Jason’s hand. “Probably was the best option.” It was true, you did believe that knocking you out was the best thing anyone could do.

Then you had blacked out.

“Hey.” Jason’s voice was gentle and angelic, and you cursed yourself for thinking the latter. “It’s not your fault.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could, your throat seized up and you felt yourself lose control of your body as the eidolon returned. “I don’t know what this halfblood sees in you,” you sneered, and you inwardly curled into a ball, not wanting to hear the rest of what the eidolon would make you say. “Because you’re right. It’s not her fault.” You watched as you narrowed your eyes. “You should have protected her better, and then maybe I wouldn’t be here,” you hissed.

Jason stumbled back like you’d struck him. You wanted to scream, ‘Don’t show your pain. It’ll only make it worse! Where did your poker face go?!’ 

But you couldn’t. You could only watch as the eidolon inside you chuckled, pleased that he got a reaction out of Jason. “You’ll never be a good enough hero for her. For anyone, actually. She’ll never look to you to protect her. Never trust you, nor give her faith. She’ll never love you.”

Jason opened his mouth, hurt etched clearly on his face, but just then, Piper burst into the room. She gave you a long, concerned look before turning to Jason. “Is she ready?” Your friend asked. 

“Yes.” Jason’s voice was heartbreaking to listen to. “Do it now please.”

Piper took a deep breath before starting. She looked you right in your golden eyes. “Eidolon, stop possessing this demigod.”

“N-never.” The once proud eidolon was falling to Piper’s charmspeak. 

With renewed confidence, she continued. “You’ll leave and never come back, never possess any other person on this ship, and most importantly, you’ll leave now.” 

There was so much force in her words, you felt the eidolon slip out of your mind almost immediately. Your eyes returned to their normal color and you groaned, shutting them almost completely. 

When you opened them back up fully, you found Jason kneeling in front of you, clutching your now untied hands. Without a second thought, you threw your arms around his neck and rested your chin on his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, Jace,” you said, pulling away again.

“Don’t apologize,” he responded, glancing down briefly at your still interlocked hands. “If anyone should be apologizing it’s me. What the eidolon said- he was right-”

You didn’t let him finish, instead leaning up to put your lips on his. He took that as a shut up, doofus, and just kiss me already.

He gladly complied.

[zentraex]

Wishing on World Wish Day is a funny thought. Magic doesn’t exist in our world. Still, trying doesn’t hurt, right? Maybe your favourite fictional character comes to life?

Remember: English is a lot different than German. I apologise for any grammar mistakes.

Trigger Warnings: Manipulation, Yandere, Mentioning of Masturbation, Stalking

From Another World

Monday, 29. April 2024

Dear Diary,

Today is World Wish Day. Normally, I don't believe in that, but what's wrong with giving it a try, right? After all, no one will know but you, so it's worth a try, even if it's just for fun.

I'm totally obsessed with this anime: "My Hero Academia". It's been a long time since I've watched the anime and yet I can't stop throwing my money out the window for merch. After all this time, I still read fanfictions about Katsuki. I wish someone like him would exist in real life, or better yet, he would exist, explicitly. Do you think he'd like me then? I hope so. I like him so much that my heart wouldn't take it if he hated me.

With red cheeks, you close the book and grin to yourself. It's a silly entry, but you still love to think about "what if..." situations.

And what better day to try than World Wish Day?

Maybe, just maybe, the wish will come true after all.

You giggle again, what a stupid thought.

_

A loud noise that you can't assign wakes you up the next day. Tired, you rub your eyes and glance at your phone's clock.

It's an hour before your alarm goes off and you need to get ready for school. Smiling, you lie down again, but the rumbling in your apartment startles you up.

Your parents are on vacation and you should be alone.

A burglar...

is your first thought. Your heart pounds against your chest as you reach for the baseball bat in your closet. It was a gift from your childhood friend. You don't have any contact with them anymore, but you find it difficult to detach yourself from things.

Who would have thought that it could be of use after all?

The sleepiness is completely gone and adrenaline is pumping in your veins. Completely in a state of euphoria, you are not even silent as you rush into the living room, club firmly in your grip and ready to strike.

Of course, the burglar notices you. Your footsteps are not quiet. But don't worry, someone like him would even notice you if you sneaked up.

It's dark, you can only vaguely see his head turned in your direction.

You swing with full power...

...

...

...

... but suddenly it explodes, your bat. The blast causes you to fall back to the floor of your room and the smell of smoke blocks your nasal cavities. Your breath is shaking and your body trembles.

Was the explosion real?

You don't even have time to think about it, because a few milliseconds after your impact, the burglar grabs you by the face and pushes your upper body down. You can feel how he puts pressure on your body with his legs, not only immobilizing you completely, but also causing you immense pain.

What do you do in such a situation?

Right! Crying and begging.

"T-Take what you want," you begin as fat balls of water flow through your face. "Just not the family pictures, my mother is very attached to them. Please don't take my beloved father's trophy either, he's so proud of them," you sniff. "A-and please don't take the necklace in my jewelry box. It's a family heirloom."

The otherwise silent room fills itself with your sobs as you tell him about the things that are worth so much to you and your family. He doesn't say anything.

You're scared. Your field of vision is blocked by his hand, it stinks of smoke, you are immobilized and everything hurts. All the while, the burglar is silent.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he says after a while.

"Huh?"

The grip on your face comes loose and your watery eyes show you a blurry gray vision of a man. His voice sounds like Bakugou's.

"You kidnapped me, why are you begging like a baby now?"

It takes a while for you to be able to process the info. The last heavy drops roll down your cheeks and your vision are clearing. There is a man in front of you and he has light, spiky hair and a prominent face that you would recognize anywhere.

"B-Bakugou?" it slips out of you. "A Bakugou cosplayer?"

He looks and sounds one-on-one like Bakugou, your beloved anime character.

At the mention of his name, his grips tighten again, eliciting a whimper from you.

"I'll give you ten seconds. Tell me who you are and how you know my name. Why am I here?"

"I-I'm Reader a-and I know the character you're cosplaying because I'm a huge fan of him, a-"

He interrupts you by putting a hand on your mouth.

"Figure that I cosplay? I'm real."

Shit, I'm dying at the hands of a maniac...

He looks at you for a while before speaking again.

"I'm going to let you go now, turn on the lights. Don't do shit, you’ll regret it."

He doesn't let go of you until you nod. For the first time, you can breathe properly, but your limbs still hurt unbearably. On shaky legs, you walk to the light switch and then turn towards the person.

Now that you can see it closely, you notice that he looks like the real Bakugou down to the smallest detail.

Crazy...

When you look into his eyes, you notice how he looks around the room. Your whole walls are full of him, your bed is full of plushies, and your closets have a whole bunch of Bakugou figurines. Even your pajamas have a Bakugou pattern.

"Are you a stalker? Shit, ended up with a lunatic."

"What? No! I'm just a huge fan of him."

He then just clicks his tongue and crosses his arms.

"Stop talking like I'm not real."

In the meantime, your pulse has regulated itself again. Maybe that's why you find the courage to raise your eyebrows skeptically and cross your arms.

"No, you're not. Bakugou is a fictional character. You really need to get help, my friend."

Then he says with gnashing teeth: "No, I'm not."

"Oh, yes? How do you think I get all the close-ups of you?"

He seems to pause and steps closer to the images. His gaze scans them all: the moment he collapsed in front of Deku after fighting him, when he was kidnapped by the League of Villains and sat tied up in a chair, when he fought Deku and Ochako with Ida on the team, and many more. More precisely, all the defining moments of his life are glued to your wall, just not from his perspective.

He has to swallow as he lets it sink in.

Could you be telling the truth?

No way, right? He experienced it! He can feel and think, how can he be fictional?

But then why do you have all these memories?

Suddenly, he is plagued by a headache and nausea almost makes him spit up.

Was his life just a show for people like you? Was it never about saving lives? To be a hero? All his work, courage, heroic deeds were not self-willed, but written by someone?

But he's here now, isn't he? He's made it to the real world, so he's thinking for himself now, isn't he?

But how did he do it?

His gaze wanders to you, who looks at him expectantly.

It must have something to do with you. After all, he's in your house for a reason, right?

Did you bring him to life?

"Look, I'm serious. I'm real. The explosion earlier, can anyone else do that?"

Your eyes widen, you've totally forgotten about it in the heat of the moment. A normal person can't do that, so how did he do it?

You are silent and your silence gives him the answer he needs.

"See? Maybe I was fictional, but you must have brought me here somehow."

Me?

Your gaze wanders to your journal and the idea that your wish has come true pops up.

Can it be?

Impossible...

It was just a stupid thought, a little joke to yourself. Magic doesn't exist in your world, but how do you explain this situation?

Suddenly, your heart is beating like crazy and your body is getting all hippy.

Bakugou Katsuki? Real? In your house?

However, the fan-girl in you only comes out briefly when you realize that you're not just standing in front of your big hero in your pajamas, but he's standing in your fan-girl room.

You can't even put into words the shame you suddenly feel when the blush goes to your head.

"S-So you're real, huh?" you say quietly. "That's cool."

Nervously, you play with your sweaty fingers and quickly realize how overwhelmed you actually are.

What are you doing now? What's the best way to deal with the situation?

"What do we do now? My parents are on vacation, so you can't stay here forever."

He frowns thoughtfully and asks, "How long are they on vacation?"

"Four days to go. I don't know if that's enough to find a way to bring you back to your world...", you murmur.

Bakugou pauses for a moment.

His world, huh? The world in which he is only fictional, controlled by the ideas of a stranger.

Does he really want that?

_

By now you're at school and Bakugou is alone in your house, bored. The TV program only brings junk, which is why his gaze wanders around your room all the time – nothing better to do anyway.

Something has been confusing him since the beginning of his arrival...

This strange feeling...

This feeling of...

Pride?

Proud that he is being loved here like this. Of course, in his world he also had fans, but no real ones. It elicits a grin full of arrogance from him.

He wants to feel it, recognition, appreciation, love.

Without much thought, he goes out and runs in any direction.

You are home in a series of apartment blocks close to the city center. So, it doesn't take long until he hears the first people talking about him.

"Oh my God, look at this Bakugou cosplay! How good is that?"

"How well taken!"

"Can I take a picture with you?"

This goes on all the time.

In the beginning it feels good, very good.

But...

Something is bothering him....

That he is not recognized as himself, but only as a costume. He puts his hands in his pocket and walks back with an annoyed expression. Almost at your apartment block, you run into him.

While he remains as still as a board, you almost fall over when you two collide.

"Bakugou!" you breathe a sigh of relief. You look like you've been scared, your skin sweaty and your eyes wide open. "I thought you didn't like it with me or something..."

Something is happening in him again.

He can't even describe this feeling...

No matter what it is, he likes it, very much and he has to pull himself together so that he doesn't start grinning.

"What are you doing out here?"

"I've had a look around here."

You smile and nod in understanding. In the meantime, you have calmed down and can think clearly again.

"I wanted to go to the library today and see if there are some solutions to bring you back. Do you want to come with me?"

Then his brow furrows again and he clicks his tongue.

"I don't have time for that."

Instead of being sad about the answer, you have to giggle. You've already expected such an answer, after all, you know him – and you love him just the way he is.

"That's okay. Here's the key to getting up. I'll see you later."

Deep down, he hopes you can't find a way to bring him back to his world.

_

You didn't find a way, not even for the next four days. Your only guess is that you'll have to wish him back next year on World Wish Day.

Hopefully this will work out...

As much as you like him, your favorite character doesn't belong to your world. Here, he has no IDs, people only know him as a character, he can't live the life as a hero that he wants to and he doesn't have a place to stay.

His life would be a disaster here and you don't wish that for him.

But how do I make it possible for him to live here for a year?

Your front door rings and your face turns pale.

Your parents...

As you walk to your door with your legs shaking like crazy, you swear your heart stopped for a second.

"Reader, you should have told us about the current situation!"

...

"And you could have introduced us to your boyfriend earlier!"

What?

Your gaze wanders to Bakugou, who smirks at you while your mother hugs him.

"My poor son-in-law, you were afraid of ending up on the street after your parents died."

Your father puts a hand on Bakugou's shoulder.

"As long as you continue to treat my daughter well, you can stay here for eternity, Mania."

_

"I found someone on the internet who would fake all this paperwork," Bakugou says.

"Yes? This is good. Do you want me to come with you?"

He shakes his head.

"No, it's too dangerous."

You just nod silently, and turn to your wall.

Sighing, you begin to tear down the pictures on your wall.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to rip it all of. It's certainly creepy for you to see all the photos of you. You live here and I want you to feel comfortable."

"It doesn't bother me."

Surprised, you turn to him.

"Sure?"

"Yes."

You gaze at his laid-back form, missing out on his racing heart.

For some reason, he didn't like it.

For some reason, he panicked.

For some reason, he had started taking pictures of you as well...

_

"Today is your first day of school, excited?"

"No."

"Not a bit?"

"No."

"Not even a little bit?"

This time, you only get an annoyed look in response, after which you just laugh.

Bakugou then turns his gaze to the ground and fights the flush of his cheeks with a frown.

No matter how grumpy or negative he reacts, you always seem to be smiling.

He's noticed how well you seem to know him.

"You don't mean it."

And every time you were right.

No matter what he did, you always seem to like it.

Not even Kirishima accepted him as much as you did.

At school, he quickly realizes that you're incredibly popular.

Especially the boys seem to like you a lot...

Not even Kirishima accepted him as much as you did.

Since he's been in your world, he feels less and less like a hero...

When you leave the house, he follows you in the shadwos. The fear that something could happen to you is so big that he wants to lock you up...

He takes pictures of you all the time. If you take a shower, he'll sneak in and steal a few moments, only to be able to blow off steam later.

When you're sleeping, he lies down next to you without you knowing.

He takes advantage of your ignorant parents to be able to play "couple" with you.

Maybe that's his true self?

His gaze darkens as a classmate embraces you.

Bloodlust leaves him thirsty for violence.

Not even Kirishima accepted him as much as you did.

He’s sure you'll accept it that way as well.

[3mcwriting]

Secret Arrangement

(f/s) = favorite show

Warnings: slight violence, language, lil bit of kissing

Natasha clutched her side, glaring at the (now unconscious) Hydra agent who had shot her.

"You ass."

 "He can't hear you, you know." Clint said, appearing beside her.

 "Yeah, but he's still an ass." She looked down at her side, seeing the hole from the bullet going straight through. Thunder booming in the background because of Thor's earlier lightning theatrics.

 "We should get back so you can have Banner check that out." 

 "Yeah, I guess." Natasha winced slightly, the pain from the bullet wound spiking whenever she moved. They walked back to the quinjet, Bruce immediately getting up to check her wound once they were in. "What time is it?" she asked, hoping she wasn't late. 

 "It's 8," Bruce responded, patching up her side. "You have to go back to the compound, I don't have all the stuff to treat you."

 "No. What time are we going to get back, Tony?"

 "Probably around 10, why? Hot date?"

Yes, actually.

"I have plans at 9, is there anyway we can go faster?"

Tony turned around in the pilot seat, grinning at me. "Hell yeah, we can go faster."

 "Language!"

 •••••

Natasha looked at her watch, wincing when she saw that it was already 10 past 9. "So, are you still continuing your plans with (y/n)? Y'know since you're injured and all that." Clint asked.

 Her jaw dropped. "How do you know about, (y/n)?"

They had been careful to keep their relationship a secret so that (y/n) would never get targeted by someone who wanted to hurt Natasha or get revenge on her.

He snorted. "Please, you've been my friend for years. You think I wouldn't find out about you being in a serious relationship with someone? But back to my question, are you canceling your plans with her or not?"

She looked around, making sure no one had heard him, only to meet eyes with Wanda who was sitting a couple meters away. She looked surprised, turning to Vision who was sitting on one side with Pietro on the other.

Nat sighed. "Yeah, I think so. I'm injured and I don't want to worry her so I'll wait til I'm all healed up then head home."

She was disappointed, she had planned a whole surprise for her and now (y/n) wouldn't get to see it.

 "Well...that's stupid."

 "What?"

 "She's gonna worry more if you spend the night in the infirmary than if you go home late to your plans." Clint said, twirling an arrow in his hands.

 "I have a gunshot wound," she said, emphasizing the words. "You don't think she's gonna worry if I go home right now?"

He shook his head, exasperated. "She's an Emergency Room doctor. She's used to that stuff and she'll know that your side will be fine. So yeah, she'll worry, but not as much as if you spend the night in the med wing. Let her treat your wound. "

 "Hmm," she thought about it. The thought of seeing you even sooner was appealing. "For once you're right, Clint," she raised her voice, "Hey, Tony! Drop me off at my apartment complex!"

 •••••

 "So, how exactly are you getting down?" Tony called out, keeping us hovering over my building.

 "Just lower the rope ladder." Natasha responded, ready to get home.

 "I'll do you one better," he said, then proceeded to land in the empty parking lot.

 "Thanks, I guess, though seriously I could've just used the ladder," she told him, standing up from my seat.

 "Yeah, but I wasn't gonna go down the rope ladder sooo," he said, also standing up from his chair.

 "You're not coming with me," she stated firmly.

"Sure I am," Tony said with a smirk, "anyone else wanna come with me to see why Romanoff has been skipping out on us?"

"I already know why," Wanda said, sending me a knowing look. "But yes I'd like to come too."

Natasha sighed, mind readers are annoying.

"If Wanda is going I believe I should go too, " Vision said.

"Me too," Pietro chimed in, the rest of them quickly agreeing.

Natasha walked out of the quinjet, turning around and glaring at all her teammates. Steve, Tony, Thor, Wanda, Pietro, Vision, Bruce, and Clint all following her off of the aircraft. Natasha walked quickly, arriving at the apartment door quickly. They must've looked strange, the Avengers standing in the dark corridor outside of an upscale apartment, all of them still in their gear.

Natasha unlocked the door, opening it quietly. The hallway was dimly light, the scarce light shining from the living room. She could hear the sound of the TV, she smiled, (y/n) must be back to binging her (f/s). Nat turned around, shutting the door on her teammates, enjoying the shock written across their faces but wincing slightly from a pain that came from her side.

She heard the TV pause, "Tash?" Light footsteps came toward her, Nat moving to meet them.

 "Hey, babe," she saw her, those lovely (e/c) eyes meeting hers as a delighted smile flitted across her face.

You moved to give her a hug only for her to stop you. You looked at her, confused.

At least, until she smashed her lips onto yours. You responded quickly, your lips moving together perfectly as she backed you up against the wall. Winding one arm around your waist while one held your face. You gasped into the kiss, bringing one hand to the name of her neck while the other settled on her hip.

Nat winced, stopping the kiss before continuing.

But you noticed the small flinch.

"Wait, wait," your mouth murmured against hers as you pulled away. Grabbing her hand and leading her to the couch, you lifted up her shirt. "Tash you should've told me," you sighed, looking at the stitches that Bruce had put there to close the wound.

 "Didn't seem to matter-" there was a loud knock at the door, "I'll get it."

 "No, you will not." You stood up, "I'll get the door and you relax."

You turned and walked down the hall, Nat heard her open the door and talk to someone. She stood up when she heard the many footsteps coming down the hall. You entered the room, the Avengers coming in after her.

She scowled, "I told you to relax, sit down."

"Lady Widow, who is this beautiful woman?" Thor asked.

Natasha held up her left hand, showing the simple gold and silver band circling her finger. "She's my wife."

"You're married?!"

 "The fuck?"

 "Since when?"

The Natasha Romanoff brainrot has set in, if you couldn't tell.

[strange-guy-in-the-forest]

beta'd by the fantastic @tentacleplains ! CWs on ao3 tags and author's note. read or ao3 or below the read more.

You enter a tight dark building with a high ceiling. Remy leads you to a machine and you immediately start kicking, while trying to latch onto the floor with your hooves hands. He maneuvers around you but curses. You won’t go in there. You refuse. You can’t. You’d resisted him the last five days you’ve been here.

“I’m so disappointed in you. You used to be so good.” He frowns at you. You won’t go in there again. You refuse again. You can’t again. You won’t again. You can’t believe you let one of his goons kidnap you back here.

“Fuck you, cowfucker,” you say, and Remy’s frown deepens, but he then looks away.

“I’m sorry I had to call you in so late,” he says to a person you didn’t notice in your anger. It takes you a moment to realize it’s really him: Doctor Harper, your therapist.

“Not a problem. Night is the optimal time for hypnosis anyway.”

“Doctor Harper,” you cry out, “what are you doing here? He’s got people trapped in barns and he’s using them for some weird sex juice collection! Help me, please!” You try and stand but Remy keeps you down with his hand. And Harper ignores your words, ignores the violence you’re suffering.

“Last time, it was so much better behaved. And produced so much more. It’s like we’re back to square one.”

“I wouldn’t assume that. Progress isn’t a linear thing.” Doctor Harper crouches down to you, in his normal coat and sweater-vest, but this time with work boots that look silly on him. “The beast is very stressed.”

“Harper,” you demand, “What the fuck are you doing. This isn’t something to relax about. Y-you’re not working with him? You can’t!” Betrayal ices your nerves. This was an act, right? He’d help you get out, after Remy was appeased, right? He must be here to rescue you after you were taken from the Asylum to here, instead of the orphanage.

Harper was your doctor. He was professional and kind. You’d told him things you couldn’t burden Robin with and things Sydney would (hopefully) never understand. He’d been there for you at the hospital, and when you’d had those mortifying breakdowns, at the Asylum.

Doctor Harper shushes you and strokes your head, “You feel so safe when you hear my voice, don’t you? Just focus on my voice.” Harper’s face is close to yours and it takes up nearly all your vision, except for the barn rafters above you.

You feel a wave of calm come over you, but you lift your head above anyway. You know going down would mean drowning, “This place isn’t safe! He’s insane he’s trying to turn me into a cow- I thought you were going to help me, Harper why are you working with him he’s trafficking people this is horrifying and I’m sure he’ll do something worse to me next. Please I’ve been a good slut like you told me to be I haven’t worn underwear in months I just- don’t want to be trapped here. I want to see my friends I want to go to the lake I w-”

The air knocks out of you as Remy shoves you onto your back. You look up at Harper, and for a brief moment, he looks startled.

“This little bull knows how to moo so sadly and make its eyes so big and wet,” Remy admonishes, “Don’t fall for it. If you do, these creatures will just walk all over you.”

Harper nods. “You don’t have to worry. I’m aware that what these animals think they want is not the same as what they actually do.”

“Do you think you can hypnotize it tonight still?”

“Yes.” Harper answers sharply and he kneels over you, taking up your field of view again.

“Harper...” you beg, not sure for what anymore. You just want this to all be over.

He strokes your hair again, but more firmly this time. “You’re behaving irrationally. Remy feeds you, keeps you safe, provides you medical care, lets you play with the other animals here. You want for nothing. You are letting your instincts get the better of you, which stems from your behavioral issues. You’re untrained and it’s not just hurting you, it’s hurting everyone around you. You’re a burden when you disobey. Just listen to me and everyone will feel so much better again.”

“B-but Harper. He’s whipped me. He’s hurt me.”

He shakes his head and takes his shiny purple pen out of his front pocket, “If you follow this pen and listen to the sound of my voice, you will feel better. Will you do that for me?”

You nod slowly. You don’t fully agree with him (like, you’re not a cow, obviously) but Harper’s always been right before. You are probably wrong about how bad this place is. The pig they had you play with yesterday was just a little rude and, like always, you overreacted. Just freaking out like usual.

And you’re so scared and so alone you have no idea what to do and Harper is a familiar face who always makes you feel better.

He moves the pen from side to side with fluid control and your eyes follow. “It feels good to listen to my voice. You like hearing my words. I want you to breathe deeply. Focus on the pen. There's nothing in the universe except this pen, my voice, and your own breath."

“You’re going to imagine you’re right outside this barn on a beautiful temperate day. The sun warms your fur. The breeze cools your fur. The air is fresh with the scent of sweet flowers. It’s everything you ever wanted.

“You hear the sounds of the farm. You hear the horses gracefully trod along. You hear the farmhands’ laughter, light on the wind. You hear the chickens cluck in sisterhood. Everyone is happy, calm, and in their rightful place. It’s everything you ever wanted.

“The walls of the farm buildings are a vivid red under the warm sun-”

Your semi-hazy mind suddenly remembers that today actually wasn’t the first time you’ve seen Doctor Harper here. You’ve seen him here many times, actually. Your eyes move to the ceiling rafters above you. You remember when you’ve seen them and Doctor Harper above together before. He was panting, moaning, laughing, nearly yelling with lust. He could barely keep himself together enough to focus on kissing you. And you were moving your hips into him, feeling smug but also vulnerable and also so good so good so good it was so good to be inside Harper. He confessed something to you in between his wanton noises and wet lips, something you can’t remember even now. His mouth was slick with drool and something pink-

"Focus, please. Think of how strong the red color of the building is. How it is adorned with classic white stripes. It's a picturesque farmhouse. Buildings have stood just like it going back ten years, twenty years, fifty years, one hundred years, two hundred years; and farmhouses themselves, several thousand. The paths between the buildings are well-trodden. The sheds house tools with the same shapes as they did since forever. And cattle have been looking at those buildings, walking those paths, peeking in those tool sheds for as long as they've existed. You are a beloved part of a long tradition. It's everything you ever wanted.  

"You watch people move in and out of doors for people. Chickens move in and out for coops for chickens. Cows move in and out of barn doors for animals. You just moved outside of a barn door because you are a cow. There is order. It’s everything you ever wanted.

“You walk out into the yard, the grass under your hooves soft and the ground firm. There is more room to graze than you could ever even use. It’s delicious and filling. You will never go hungry. The farm is prosperous and you will always be fed. You walk to a patch of small yellow wildflowers. They smell fresh and when you move your neck to eat them, they’re soft on your tongue. They taste like joy. You chew and you feel happier and happier with every small flower. It’s everything you ever wanted.”

You imagine everything Doctor Harper says in perfect clarity. It’s like waking up from a good rest after days of insomnia. You barely feel the hard floor below you anymore. 

“You see three armed farmhands enter through a gate. One hoists a dead snake above his head and everyone cheers. Another drops a large dead wolf onto the ground and everyone cheers. You join with a moo. You’re happy this creature is dead. It could have hurt you. Remy had it killed to make sure you’re safe. Another hunter drops a large dead hawk. Its talons curl in rigor mortis and will never threaten any poor unsuspecting livestock again. Everyone cheers again, and you moo, louder this time. You are safe. No one will ever hurt you again. Remy hires good people to make sure of it. It’s everything you ever wanted.

“You walk further into the pasture and find some tall grass to eat. Its feathery seeds tickle your snout and you blow on them. They glitter in the air with the warm sun behind them. You feel playful. You blow on more and dance in the field. You’re having fun. You chew on the tall grass and are reminded of your excitement by the taste. It’s everything you ever wanted.

“You continue to a patch of bright pink flowers. They smell sweet. Your spine tingles from your tail to your head, so hard that you buck. You swallow the sweet smell of the air and in your stomach it turns into lust. You’re overwhelmed. You shove your face into the grass and eat. Every flower you eat heats you slowly and you eat as quickly as you can, chasing that good feeling. You only notice the true extent of your warmth when you’re boiling. Remy would help you if you let him. It would be so easy. We want to help you. It’s everything you ever wanted.

“You trod along and find blue flowers with wide petals. They smell earthy. You eat them and your head feels so focused. You feel every fiber as you chew. You notice how the sunlight shines on every blade of grass, every fence post, every creature’s eye you spot. You’re aware of how sturdy your hooves feel on the ground, of how flat your back is, of how the taller grass tickles your stomach. It’s so clear to you. You are a cow. You have wondered about your purpose, your capabilities, many times before in your life but the light shines away all of that doubt. You are a part of Remy’s herd. Your goal is to be as good a cow as you can. It’s everything you ever wanted.”

As Doctor Harper continues to describe you eating various flowers and grasses, you feel light, like the ice cream in a float. Remy, crouched, now watches you from behind Doctor Harper. You’re not sure when he got there. However, even in your state, you can recognize his thirst.

It’s like you’re in another universe: the only universe that was ever real. It’s everything you ever wanted. You love Doctor Harper’s voice. You hope he keeps talking and you keep listening forever. You don’t know when you stopped tracking the pen with your eyes but Harper shuffles behind you. He starts whispering beside your left ear and every word passes straight through your blood-brain barrier. You feel his neck vibrate and you shudder to his frequency as his hot breath tickles your inner ear.

“You continue to a patch of hay. You lay down in it. It’s the softest you’ve ever felt. Queens of old would be jealous of you. Any pain you have melts into the softness. You find Remy next to you. Remy here provided that for you. Remy provides everything for you. And all you have to do is follow his very simple requests. You’re good at following simple requests. You’re proud of how good you are at it. It’s everything you ever wanted.

“He leads you back through the pasture and to a bright red barn. You part so he can enter through the person door and you the barn door. And here we are. Remy takes care of your sexual needs too. You want to be obedient so he can do that for you. He wants to make it good for you and the more compliant you are, the better he can do it. You want to be a good cow. It’s everything you ever wanted. Repeat it after me, ‘I want to be a good cow.’”

“I want to be a good cow,” you mumble with your tongue tripping over itself.

“Repeat: ‘It’s everything I ever wanted.’”

“It’s everything I ever wanted.”

“’I want to be a good cow. It’s everything I ever wanted.”

He has you repeat this many more times. You eventually get the hang of it and say it clearly. You hope Doctor Harper is proud of your diction. You do, after all, want to be a good cow.

Remy holds your hair gently, “Are you ready to behave for me, little cow?”

“Yes.”

“Cows don’t speak.”

There’s a pinprick of light left in your mind that you try and grasp. Every attempt to grab it just makes it flicker. It goes out. You moo, loudly.

Remy smiles at you as he sighs gently. He then looks past you, to Doctor Harper, “Thank you Doctor. I’m always impressed by your skill.”

“Of course.”

“Do you think this will increase yield?”

“That’s one of the data points I’ve been testing, and so far the answer points to yes.”

“A shame the breasts are so much smaller,” Remy says he gropes the right side of your chest. You squirm as a callus rubs against your nipple. “The serum should return them, but it will take time. Right now it’s as dry as a desert.” He takes a pot of gel from his pocket and pours it on his hand.

You look up at Doctor Harper and moo. If cows spoke, you would have informed Remy that it was Doctor Harper who did your top surgery. Harper looks at you blankly.

Remy continues, “I think some manual stimulation is in order.”

“An excellent idea.”

Remy starts groping your chest in a slow circle, with that gel setting it on fire, and Harper joins in with the other side. It feels good and if your face weren’t already flush it would be from all the attention you’re getting.

“May I suggest a slight adjustment to your technique?” Harper asks.

“Of course. This is a partnership.”

Harper’s free hand places itself over Remy’s. It’s paler and softer, its cruelty lacking the roughness required to hold a whip. He moved Remy’s hand in a circle that got smaller and smaller. The two of them are looking right at each other as the motion repeats several times.

“Moving in like this allows optimal stimulation of the ducts. I also suggest more direct suction of the teats before the pump’s suction.”

“Would you care to exhibit that as well?” The edge of Remy’s lips curl.

“Oh, well, I- uh- of course.”

Blushing so hard you can feel the heat off his skin, Harper leans over you and gently sucks on the tip of your nipple, then tightly envelopes the entire nipple. You give a long sharp moan. You’re already pent up and having the Doctor be intimate with you might push you over the edge.

He releases you and turns to Remy. “Repeatedly s-starting and restarting stimulation of the nipples can lead to better outcomes for producing milk.” He looks back down at your chest. Stares.

“Can you provide me with a write-up of this information? I’d love to apply it to the entire herd.”

“Absolutely.”

“I’d like you to observe and tell me if I’ve successfully copied your technique.” Harper nods affirmatively while continuing to stare at your chest.

Remy’s tongue feels like hot oil on your nipples and you shudder and let out another moan. Both you and Doctor Harper intently watch the way his mouth moves. Once his mouth covers your nipple he starts sucking firmly. When your muscles start to tense, he wetly pops off.

“Remy. That was perfect,” Harper says so lightly it’s almost a whisper.

“Almost too perfect. While it’s not making a lot of milk, we can’t let any of this come go to waste.” He gestures towards your hard manhood.

“Agreed.” They’re both staring at it now. You feel proud of the bead of pre-come traveling down it.

“Let’s get him to the machine before we lose any yield,” Remy commands. They both stand, towering above you, leaving you laying on the straw-covered floor.

“Stand up.” Doctor Harper tells you and you get on all fours. Remy walks you to the machine. It looks older than your machine at your stall. Perhaps a prototype? It’s raised on something like a hospital bed.

“Up and at ‘em,” Remy says, hefting you up from under your arms. Doctor Harper lifts your legs. You moo lowly in contentment at being handled like the cow you are.

Remy grabs one of the hoses with a penis pump, but before he puts it on you he rubs a purple gel on your cock. You buck into his hand but he soon removes it and hooks you up to the device. He grabs another tube with an open cup at the end and places that under your pussy, locking it into the bed you’re laying on.

Harper starts massaging both sides of your chest and sucking again on the left one. He keeps an eye open, looking at you. You groan, urging him to keep going. You rifle your hand through Harper’s hair; he stops for a brief moment and his eyebrow raises in surprise, but he keeps going, now using his tongue more passionately. Remy however, grabs your hand.

“You shouldn’t put your hooves near people’s heads, little cow, you could hurt someone.” He straps your arm down on the machine, then straps the other. You moo apologetically.

Harper’s mouth is driving you wild and you press your chest into his mouth. You feel something warm start to flow from your nipples and Harper moans, drinking up your breast milk.

“Harper,” Remy says firmly and Harper stands up straight, like a cat who had been caught. He wipes your milk off his chin. “If you want to get high off your own supply, that’s one thing, but not off mine.”

“My apologies. I simply wasn’t expecting this. You said the cow was dry.” There’s a tension in the air that your hard-won survival instincts can’t ignore, even with the state you’re in.

“I did, didn’t I? Well, I can hardly fault you for doing a good job.” The tension dissipates between everyone, mostly. “The night before I got nothing, and last night it wouldn’t even behave enough for me to attach it to the machine. You’re a miracle worker, Harper.”

“Thank you. I suspect there’s another factor at play beyond miracles, however – may I examine the creature’s vagina?”

“By all means.”

Remy attaches suction cups to your chest, completely tying you into the machine. You remember how good it feels when it’s turned on and your muscles tense in excitement. You want to be productive for Remy too. Maybe then everyone will be happy.

“Spread your hind legs,” Harper tells you and you obey robotically, stretching them wide.

He gets upon the gurney and kneels between your legs. He prods at your stomach firmly with both his hands. His face is blank other than a slightly furrowed brow. He easily sticks two fingers in your soaking wet pussy, you feel your juices run down into the cup. Your pussy holds him tightly, wanting very badly to come.

“A cow’s vagina shouldn’t be this tight around human hands. You’re a large beast and I’m just a man. You should be nice and loose in case the cowhands need to check your health, right?”

That does make sense to you. Your body adapts and loosens. Doctor Harper aides in by circling his fingers around the edge of your entrance. You enjoy the slow stretch. He adds another two fingers and you feel so full. He strokes inside you and widens his fingers to stretch your opening even further. He’s patient with his movements. They’re precise, but not harsh. He gives you time to breath in and out for every new stretch and doesn’t continue unless you’re ready.

“Relax. Deep breath in, then out. Be a good cow for me,” he smirks, “You’ve already let me deep inside your mind, so let me deep inside your body too.” If he wasn’t as deep as he was in your mind, you might have recognized the lusty malevolence that quivered in his voice.

“Ah!” he exclaims as you gasp: he’s fit his thumb in and slipped to the wrist. “G-good b-b-cow. You t-took me so well.”

He reaches further in and you’re astounded that it’s even possible. At a certain point there had to be a you inside you that could stop his entrance, right? You want to tighten and rub your g-spot against his arm, but if you did that you wouldn’t be a cow. Finally his fingers reach your cervix. You feel strange blunt methodical pressures on it. Harper bites his bottom lip in concentration until he breaks and he giggles.

“What is it?” Remy wonders.

“He’s pregnant. And with the timeline, really the only possibility is with one of my experiments.” Harper beams at you. You’re...pregnant? You feel scared but then you remember that cows wouldn’t feel scared at this.

“That would be a fast pregnancy then, right?”

“Pups.” Harper was so excited it was contagious, but you don’t really understand. How could a cow be pregnant with pups? Maybe a cow would be afraid if it were pregnant with pups-

Remy whistles, “Well, congratulations are in order for the new parent, wouldn't you say? It’s been waiting so long.” He brushes hair from the side of your face and scratches gently behind your ears. “You’ve been so good. And you produced so much milk. I’m so proud of you.” His green eyes twinkle. You focus on them and feel calm again. You know Remy will protect you.

You feel Harper’s fingers move inside you, but now around your cervix rather than at. He pushes deep inside of you, coring you out to reveal bliss. You’ve been fucked this deep before, of course, but it was never with this much dexterity or direct force. It feels foreign at first. Your neurons take time to recognize that this strong feeling is pleasure. You’re like a marionette on Harper’s strings. You feel his breath hitch every time his puppetry gets your body to shake or make a noise to his tune. You groan lowly, your back arches, and then what you thought was going to be a hot burning flame turns into a fireball when you feel a mechanical whirring then the machine comes to life and starts to suck you.

You wail as you come hard. Every piece of your body is caught up in your orgasm, from your curling toes to your suctioned nipples. You remember that you feel pleasure because of Doctor Harper, but otherwise your mind is totally blank. When you finally get your wits about you, you’re panting and Remy and Doctor Harper are watching the tube attached to your dick. The Doctor is taking notes, while occasionally rolling his wrist, while Remy just looks on, very pleased.

“Remy. I would like to discuss with you further experiments and I would also like to provide additional treatment to ensure our subject has positive associations with the machine.”

“That sounds good.” He checks his watch. “You can start on that treatment now. Right now is shift change and I need to lecture them about security. Good help is hard to find. I’ll be back shortly and we can discuss those experiments then.”

“Very well,” Harper agrees and Remy walks out the door.

He turns to you, grinning. “You’re going to be such a wonderful m-mother.” He strokes your stomach. His eyes blaze as they alternate between you and it.

You moo. There was something you wanted to talk about. Something you wanted when it was just you and Harper. Something about leaving this place? But why would a cow leave a farm?

He gets up onto the table and straddles your hips and pets your stomach like it’s a holy relic. “I’m glad I decided on increased observation. It will be valuable to see this from beginning to end. It’s not that there isn’t valuable data to be gathered from you being free-range. I l- it’s scientifically interesting watching you and seeing what you get up to. You’re a lot wittier than people give you credit for. And I’ve done qualitative studies and you're a standout in both boldness and curiosity among my specimens,” he leans close to you and his voice dips with affection, “I suspect it’s why you always give me s-such n-novel results. “

Harper leans in to kiss you, although the first pass is more like he’s licking your face. He kisses you eagerly and wetly and you return it in full. He starts to rock his hips against your stomach. Even underneath the fabric you can feel he’s hard. Between this and the machine you’re on your way to another orgasm.

“Do you remember getting pregnant?”

You blink in confusion as he kisses you again before you could even moo.

“Remember all the dogs, at the Asylum?” He’s smirking as he kisses you once more.

You did remember that. Doctor Harper had noticed his therapies had been less effective on you than usual so he threw together a surprise of bringing several therapy dogs in. They were all so friendly. You had fun rough-housing and playing with all the dogs. They really liked tug of war, so much that once you had almost become the rope! Doctor Harper had watched you. He brought toys but refused to play with the dogs himself. Still, he seemed to have had a good time. Surprisingly, you’d tired out all the dogs before you were too tired yourself.

Eventually the dog’s handlers all came to pick them up and Doctor Harper stuck a dog toy up your pussy. As a memento, he’d said. He tried to walk you out but your legs were unsteady and you both fell back onto his chair. He seemed upset that you got his coat dirty, but said that he could never really be mad at you. You begged and he even let you stay on his lap while you rested. You loved sitting on the Doctor’s lap, you always felt equal parts happy and lustful. All the fear and pain leaves you when you’re there.

The Doctor had started rubbing your belly, praising how stuffed with come you were. You’re still not sure how it got in there? Maybe one of the dogs accidentally shot it in? Disgusting, but, accidents happen. You don’t blame the poor dogs. Doctor Harper had then taken his cock out and rubbed the come leaking from your pussy over it. He called you a handsome slut then easily pushed his cock up your ass. You felt so full. You felt so happy. You remember thinking that must be what love felt like. He fucked you hard like you were his doll while your sore body held on.

In the present, you moan while he enters you with his tongue. You run your own over his, embracing it. He’s quickly losing the battle for control as you feel him start to thrust harder against your stomach. He parts from you, with a string of saliva running between your mouths. “I see you do remember. Aren’t you filthy, letting animals come in you,” he kisses you again, “I got you k-knocked up with- with dogs. Our little experiments. I can’t wait to get my equipment in here and examine you f-further. You’re such a perfect test subject. I have so many more to run, I can’t wait to see your results.”

You shake your head, “Cows and dogs don’t have sex....”

“Well, almost perfect test subject. We should be able to finish your treatments while you’re here.”

“Here?”

“This is the best place: I can work with Remy, there’s plenty of opportunities for your treatments, and there’s no one around to ask any questions. I worried people would think me cruel for keeping you to myself. But even if the outside world is deprived, I’ll at least make sure the whole farm gets their fill of you. Besides, you want to stay with me,” he laughs.

You whimper loudly and kiss him yourself. You do. Doctor Harper keeps you so happy. Your life outside is so painful and hard. You try to fight through it, you really do. You even keep the pretense of fighting up, but you know you’ve given up. You work so hard to be brave, harder than most people ever have, but the world is stacked against you. Harper offers comfort and safety for the small price of ignoring the voice that answers your questions. Because you had sex with the dogs. Because he’s also your captor and isn’t going to help you escape. Because he’s experimented on you without your consent and now you can give birth to animals. Because he’s manipulating you. Because you’re not a cow. Hey idiot, he’s not actually offering safety or real happiness.

“I’ve had specimens attracted to me before. But they were either useless for meaningful data or their affections faded once their treatments progressed. You only grew more attached, even though I know you know how much I take a-advantage of you. Which only made me want to use you more- Ah.”

You feel another orgasm coming on. Your nipples were sore yet still so excited, your cock ached to go again, and your poor clit was being toyed with mercilessly by the machine’s vibrations.

He pulls the pen from his breast pocket and waves it again. “When you come, you’re going to feel so thankful to Remy for providing you with this. You love this machine. It lets you show how grateful you are to Remy. Filling it with your fluids means you’re a good cow. When you come you’re going to be so happy you’re pregnant so you can give the machine more of your fluids. You want to be p-pregnant all the time with my experiments. You want to be full. You want to serve your master by having a big round belly.”

Doctor Harper tongues your mouth again and the sensation of him sliding in and filling your mouth like it’s his is what does you over. He keeps kissing you, with open eyes, as you come. You moan and gasp for air against his tongue but he gives you no leeway. You are happy though. You love being full with Harper’s desires. You know Remy will be happy too. As your spasms subside he finally frees your mouth.

“You come so beautifully. You’re in love with me, aren’t you? All because I was nice to you and fulfilled your slutty desires-”

Harper frowns, looking contemplative, then with his proper professional voice says, “Remy will be back soon.”

You whine as Harper dismounts from the table. You wanted to hold him in your post-bliss.

He sighs, “I’ve said things that could contaminate results. And your trance is breaking. You really couldn’t help seducing me into saying such foolishness, could you?”

“Harper-”

“Tsk tsk, cows don’t talk.”

You moo sadly.

Again, the pen waves in front of you, “You’re not going to remember anything that happened while Remy was gone with his staff meeting this evening. You’re not going to remember it as a cow, human, or any other animal. You’re not going to remember in a trance, while you’re drugged, or while you’re lucid. You are never going to remember what happened while Remy was gone with his staff meeting this evening.”

So, as a good cow, you forget, and stop remembering any further.

Remy re-enters with a heavy step, “How’s the beast?” Harper looks up from notes he was taking. Your mouth feels strange but you don’t remember why.

“Well-soothed. It yielded twice more.”

“At least one thing is going well tonight.” He walks up to Harper and it’s like you no longer exist.

“I do my best. I would like to work more with the creature. I think it could benefit both of us.”

“Have you had dinner?”

“No. Busy day.”

“Neither have I. I can have the manor staff whip us up something while we discuss it.”

“That sounds wonderful, your hospitality is appreciated.”

Remy pats your head, “And you’ll be having such a good time while we do. Maybe if you produce enough I’ll sneak you some table scraps.”

He quickly whips his head around and lets you go. The door was left open and you see a farmhand with his arms full. “That is not how I told you to do that!” He stomps out the door.

Harper marks down a few last notes and drops his pen on his clipboard. You wake up.

“H-Harper?

He hums. “Yes?”

“I-wh-what’s happening?” You feel the suction cups buzz on your intimate areas but it doesn't both you like it used to.

“Shh, you were so calm. Don’t stress yourself out. Everything’s going to be okay. I’m going to be here to see you at least daily. It will be quality time like the Asylum. The rest of the time you’ll be safe within the fence. Does that sound nice?”

“I-I-uh,” you’re still confused, but happy that the Doctor will be with you, “Yeah. But..."

Harper raises his eyebrow skeptically. "But?"

"It does sound nice. I think I'm just hesitating because I'm being afraid of my desires again. If I'm being honest, it sounds like everything I ever wanted.”

Harper smiles and kisses you on the forehead. “Me too.”

He turns from you and exits the small room, but before he shuts the door he softly says, “Be well.”

[creetchure]

Please tell me about your ideas for the fallout for like everyone post gotham war (if not everyone than just Jason is fine too, i am very curious about your ideas for an arc for him)

hi hello!!! my thoughts are more directed to jason because he's the one who went through the brunt of things, BUT i have thoughts on all of them. i also have sort of separate thoughts because of the detective comics anouncement, but they contain spoilers for the future issues of detective comics, so if you don't want that, i'm putting it under read more after this.

also typing this and realizing it's REALLY long, so i'm gonna put a tldr at the end of each character LMAO

first off, dick is never forgiving bruce for this. we know exactly how protective of his siblings he is -- he killed joker for implying having killed tim -- and i can't see him letting this slide, no matter how much bruce pleads the "it wasn't me i was being influenced by the personality i created as a backup". Of course, because they're bruceanddick and they're always in a cycle of coming back to each other, eventually, little by little, dick is going to start working with him again, but i don't think this is something he'll ever *forgive*. or forget for that matter. so to me, this should spark an arc of nightwing becoming more separate from batman than he's been in years.

TL;DR: Dick isn't forgiving bruce for this, but will eventually work with him again

second off. there are a lot of things i would like to see for jason, some more likely than others. ill start by what i *know* won't happen, but would be best for his character imo.

Jason is a character we've seen move forward and backwards so many times, mostly because he sells well, and so the writers keep him stuck in this red hood limbo of eing a loner and making friends, and hating bruce and forgiving him, and it's been the same arc since his resurection, and i'm tired. which is why i think what'd be best for him is an Oracle arc, for lack of a better term.

Jason will never leave Gotham for an extended period of time. it's home to him as much as it is to Bruce. he might go away for a bit (id like to see him in Blud but ill get into that later), but he'll always come back. he also will never give up trying to protect Gotham and the people in it, because he never has. But he can't be a vigilante in the same way anymore, functionally, what Bruce has done to him is profoundly disabling in day to day life, let alone doing things that are made to trigger the panic response.

I don't think that should stop him. Personally, my vision for it is to put him at the head of a spy network, to render Batman obsolete and stop major crime before it even happens (potentially also feeding batman fake info to make him look bad), but like. you could do other things. it's just the idea that i'm going with.

But I do think that unlike Dick, jason is going to forgive bruce for this (against his better sense or wishes. he does understand how fucked this is) because he understands altered states of mind (NOT talking about the pit. talking about good old fashioned brain fuckery). but it's also going to cause a rift in their relationship that i don't see them bridging anytime soon, and Jason *will* be extremely uncomfortable for a long time.

Thats only if they don't walk back the panic thing, though, which i firmly believe they will. a Red Hood solo has been in the works for ages, and is supposed to come p soon, and i doubt they'd start it off with Jason unable to *be* Red Hood. They might not fully fix it, but they'll make it much more manageable.

overall, i'd like to see Jason in Bludhaven after this for a bit. I kind of just want a focus on him and Dick for a while, though I dread what Tom Taylor might write of the two of them. I'd also like a mantle change, but that's just me dreaming.

TL;DR: if it was up to me, Jason would have an Oracle arc and be the head of a spy network. it's not, and all I can hope for is Jason moving to Bludhaven and detaching himself from Bruce for a while

third off, tim. I don't have many thoughts about him, if I'm honest, mostly because he's one of the least directly affected by Bruce's actions, imo. i'm also less of a fan of his character, making it harder for me to see all the implications that this arc will have on him. I do firmly believe that he'll stick to his siblings rather than Bruce, because he does know how to look at reality and call out Bruce's bullshit.

TL;DR: i don't know/don't care enough about Tim to have that many thoughts. he'll pick his siblings side.

fourth! Cass! She isn't really present in the event much (doesn't sell as well i assume) but this is important to me so. To me, this causes damage to her and Bruce's relationship as well, that he'll have to work to fix. She is loyal to the Bat and what the symbol represents before she is loyal to the man wearing the suit, and I think that to her, this is betrayal of the ideals Batman stands for. bruce isn't a hero in this arc, and he's not a symbol of hope like the bat stands for. What I would like for Cass is for her to keep going on the missions, keep doing good, but doing so independantly from Batman. She stops answering to him entirely up until she feels he has made amends and has worked himself back to the standard he used to be. I want her to stay in Gotham, and keep protecting it the way the Bat should, even from the bat himself.

TL;DR: cass should stay in Gotham and be batman and not return Bruce's calls.

Damian is the one i'm not exactly sure i know where the writers are leading, but i can still speculate and tell you what *id* do.

we know that him and bruce are still going to be friendly and on the same side by the end of this from Batman and Robin #1. we also know Damian in that issue is kind of distant, doesn't really stick around Bruce much. Williamson's damian always reads sort of. depressed. so idk how much of that is in reaction to Gotham war or just from the way Williamson characterizes him, but there's that.

Imo, Damian will forgive bruce, but is also internalizing a lot of the bad shit that happen in Gotham war. Bruce leaving him needs to be something that stays, because he's 14 and his dad is his hero and he left him behind *anyway* and that's bound to fuck you up.

So I think Damian is staying in Gotham, and he's staying with Bruce, but he's also going to be dealing with the aftermath of that for a while, potentially up to a boiling point, which i'd really like to see. Also i'd like to see this compound with the fact that Talia left him with his father, and how that computes together in his head etc etc.

TL;DR: Damian will stick by Bruce for better or for worse, and might have a shit time mentally dealing with the aftermath of this.

I don't have many thoughts on steph, babs, or selina, since 1) i don't know selina and babs well enough to speak on their character, and 2) steph hasn't been there much, and i don't have a Vision for her like i do for Cass.

okay. those are my thoughts. Now for those on the tec announcement

right so. forget literally all i've said about bruce, because he's going to die.

I'm not pulling this out of thin air, in issue 1080 of detective comics, it's said that Bruce is killed by the orghams, leading to the entirety of gotham city forgetting him. Now, I have no idea how this is getting implemented, so I can't say much about how the members of the Batfamily will react. But I can say that this is, in fact, the natural progression for bruce's character.

in the past year or so, both Zdarski and Ram V have been talking about how Bruce is getting too old, and putting more tangible, permanent consequences on what he does (losing a hand, zur, etc).

On top of that, he has been made to make amends with Dick, Tim, and Jason over the course of that same year (nightwing 100, cheer, failsafe arc, etc)

To me, this arc is the culmination of months of foreshadowing.

Though i'll admit, i thought they were going to just retire bruce for a little while, not fucking *kill him*. it won't last for more than a few years, he sells too well, but i genuinely thought this would be like a knightfall situation.

when it comes to the question of who gets to be batman (i swear, last paragraph and i'm done), i think that gotham war also serves to tell us that *no one* will be. I don't see Dick picking it up in those conditions, Jason won't either, Tim is scared of becoming batman, and Damian might but they won't really let him. ofc they won't let Cass take up the mantle either.

Woo. hope you're happy with this and tihs wasn't more than you bargained for. i'm a bit insane about this.

[meili-sheep]

Hello, Kai, really interested in knowing the relationship of sumeru characters and diluc. Also, fontaine characters too (those who we know/already meet)

I think that Navia and Diluc have some stuff in common... I think

This is my first time asking you, so please ignore mistakes

Hello! Welcome! And don't worry about mistakes my brain has this really nice autocorrect feature called dyslexia so about 70% of the time I don't any grammar or spelling errors. But it back fires a lot. Kind of like regular autocorrect. ANY WAY. I would kind of love to talk about this.

SUMERU

Al Haitham

So I do enjoy shipping Diluc and Al Haitham because well they would just absolutely vibe together. Defiantly a lot of autism to autism communication. They are also both they type of people who can work or do separate activates right next to each other and come away saying they really like each other and the other is a good person.

Like their relationship could be them hardly speaking to each other but they just genuinely enjoy company and having someone understand on different level.

Candace

So I firmly think she (and Dehya for that matter) would look at Diluc and go "baby"

She's a protector and would in a small way equate Diluc to a little prince or knight. And I think if she learned about Diluc's family history she might feel a common ground there. And she'd defiantly pick up on how young, but accomplished he is. Just generally he'd kick in her protective instincts. SPECIALLY SINCE HE'D BE A VERY RESPECTFULLY GOOD BOY.

Cyno

Honestly I think Diluc would really enjoy Cyno's jokes. Not to the point where he'd laugh out loud but defiantly remark about how funny and clever it is. And Cyno just get the glint in his eyes that Collei and Tighnari fear.

I've also had them together in The Teyvat Detective Club Because they have strong senses of right and wrong with focuses on justice and retribution. So I kind of think out of everyone in Sumeru Diluc and Cyno would be the closest as friends.

Collei

So I believe Diluc know of Collie. Lisa does tell him about her progress and he's got a silent investment and pride. But he doesn't really think he need to introduce himself. She doesn't need to know that he cause the distraction and took the blame for her accident. But he's always extra gentle with her.

For Collei's part she probably is just amazed by Diluc and how gentle and calming his presence is. With Tighnari she's probably been told to be very careful with Pyro vision, but she doesn't see the Choatic side of Diluc. Diluc reminds her a lot of a camp fire, a warm relaxing. She probably see him as an exemplar of what Knights are supposed to be based off of what Amber has told her.

And I think if she learned about his involvement in helping her and who he too hate the fatui and has suffered at their hands. She'd cry.

Dehya

As a Claymore Pyro, (on standard) I think Dehya already feel a connection. And she would love swapping stories with him until she realizes how young he is.

And then she'd probably ask about how he keeps his skin looking so nice. He would shrug and just say he washes regularly.

Then it hits her

He's not even 25 yet he's barely 23.

Big sister mode kicks in and she picks him up toss him over her shoulder. This her now. her little brother and if anything happen to him she will kill everyone and then herself.

Dori

So these two are probably the ones most likely to have canon interaction. And Dori has absolutely tried to sell counterfeit dandelion wine.

And well.

Dori has probably the personally see Diluc's pretty close to bottomless assets. The ability to by like what was it 2000? fake Breath of Barbatos. Either way she sees him as someone she can't really cross without facing a lose in some way, and he's not one who she can trick. So she admires him in some way for how he's added to his family's wealthy but also in some was see him as a rival for having family wealthy and still being a good businessman.

Faruzan

Diluc actually calls her Madam and gives her the elder respect that she asks for. So she loves him and probably has tried to get him to become a student specially since I do think Diluc would have an interests in linguistics particularly in syphers and codes.

She probably would be his got to for such things relating to machines and langue. And honestly Diluc would personally fund her projects seeing that her lines and interests in blending fields of study could have long term good effects for everyone.

Kaveh

So I'm a big Kavehluc person.

And Kaveh would instantly see Diluc's beauty and just fall head over heels and just progressively get worst because he'd see Diluc on top of being beautiful is one of the gentlest and sweetest people he's every meet. Kaveh would admire him because he just gives himself and knows when to hold back with out feeling any of the guilt that Kaveh struggles with.

And even if you don't ship them I feel they would get along as Kaveh feels he could learn something from Diluc.

Layla

So Diluc's not an astrology person. But I feel he's treat Layla the same was he does Sucrose. He would be extra gentle and try to subtly build up Layla's confidences. Which would put him in high regards in "other" Layla's book.

If he meet them both he would tries his best to meet the real Layla which he thinks is some point in-between day and night time Layla.

Nahida

Not give a single shit she's an archon.

That's a baby.

And Diluc has a biiiiiiig soft spot for children. Defiantly respects her wisdom but defiantly is in big bro mode.

Nilou

RED HEADS.

But I get the feeling that Nilou is like Amber and that she has a "grump" translator. Meaning when Diluc says something that might come across as "Blunt" at best She instantly knows what he means. And she instantly knows how kind and sweet he is.

There defiantly is at small group of Nilou, Dehya, Diluc, and Candace all swapping skin, hair and general beauty tips.

Tighnari

So Tighnari is the Sumeru Rep of the Bully the Fatui Brigade. And I think Tighnari would eventually learn what Diluc did for Collie. So There is a lot of respect between them. And A lot of low key chaos

A little Less when Tighnari learns Diluc acutely like Cyno's Jokes.

Wanderer

I'm not really a fan. But I feel like Diluc wouldn't be intimated by Wanderer at all. And Wanderer would be super duper leery knowing about Diluc's past.

But Diluc doesn't remember Wander but Wander would be sort of curious about this side of the feared Fatui hunter. Defiantly would probably try to get one his good side for his own revenge related reason. Enemy of my enemy all that.

FONTAINE

Colrinde

So there isn't a lot info on her yet for me to make a call. But I feel they would have a generally positively sort of respectful relationship. Not a lot more tho.

Freminet

Into the kid collection he goes. He likes all his kids Diluc would be extremely gently and patient with Ferminet. Defiantly giving him claymore tips and probably even recommending he talk to Eula because there could be lines crossed between swimming and dancing that could be used to help him.

Diluc probably has a general soft spot for Cyro users just because of Keaya so ya know.

Furina

So consider she's just Fischl on steroids. Diluc would probably end up treating her like he does Fischl. Just gently playing into what makes her happy but also drawing clear lines when she's over stepping or about to overstep.

Diluc already has experience pulling in his archon, and given his own sense of justice I feel he and Furina would generally get along great up untill he wounds her pride, but he'd only every do it when she's being too much.

Neuvillette sings Diluc's praises for this.

Lynette

Just like with Al Haitham.

Autism to Autism communication.

Lynette would be totally see similarities between Diluc and Lyney as they are both brother would try and take all the burden away from their siblings and do everything they can protect them. So Lynette would look out for Diluc probably ends up giving Kaeya a care list for Diluc because I totally think she has one for how she takes care of Lyney when he's not looking. Not to her suprise Kaeya already has one.

Lyney

OK OK OK.

Lyney and Diluc are generally the more calm and collected end of the Pyro spectrum. But I get the feeling they both would just bring out their inner Chaos.

Like Yeah both Lyney and Lynette have heard about Diluc's Fatui Hunting. But I also think that Diluc would have tried to liberate House of Hearth and find better places for Kids. If not give them more supplies and more of a childhood. Because the he would learn of the House of Hearth and I think It's where Diluc would start to waiver on his conviction which would lead to him seeing how his method wasn't working.

So despite being Fatui Diluc would still treat them well and I feel he'd love Lyney's stage magic and learning all the tricks. It would be a puzzle game between them Lyney performs a trick and Diluc tries to figure out how he did it.

Navia

So Navia I feel could probably be the best candidate to be add to the detective club.

And there would be a lot of trauma bonding with her and Diluc over losing their father before taking up their mantles. So again I feel Diluc would provide funding to Spina di Rosula specially since the info they gain could be usfull to the Detective club or Diluc's underground organization.

Navia might even be an apprentice to Diluc but I acutely sort of get the vibe that she's older, but she's still have a lot of respect for his experience and general attitude. while he admires her passion for doing what is right and seeking the truth against all odds.

Neuvillette

So I've already seen art of Diluc and Neuvillette together and they are like super cute and chill vibes.

Like I don't have the best grip on Neuvillette yet but I feel like he and Diluc would get along in that they generally are pretty vibing but at the same time Neuvillette could learn a lot form Diluc as Diluc's passion for justice as well as being a generally passionate person would give Neuvillette a lot more perspective while not overwhelming him.

But also that leak about the Dark knight hero line. It would add a lot of spicy and also questions to the realtionship

Sigewinne

New daughter.

That's all I got mostly because see below.

Wriothesley

Look man this is gonna be my new addition to the Diluc Harem. Like I just get the gay Jane Austin Vibes from these two. Like if you want regency romance Wrioluc will be your thing. But that's just the vibe I'm picking up right now. I am super excited to learn more.

[thevampiremarie]

Okay, so, Sandman hc request:

In the comics, we see Morpheus interact with Greek, Roman, Norse, Egyptian, and even Japanese god/s. What other pantheon/tradition do you imagine him dealing with? Which gods/characters in particular? And/or how do you see him fitting into other cultures' pantheons? Based on previous discussions, I'm thinking particularly Filipino or Chinese traditions, but please pick whatever culture/pantheon you like!

OH YEAH THIS IS UP MY ALLEY

(Note: I am not well read on every mythology I mention - I am mentioning some that I don’t know as a way to open up a conversation in the fandom on how we can view Dream (and all of the Endless) in less Eurocentric ways. If I get anything wrong, I can accept it, as long as we can keep expanding all the ways the Endless can be and all the people they can represent ❤️)

Something I always felt was lacking in Sandman was like. I mean this is beef I have with classical studies/classical mythology in general. The ancient world was SO CONNECTED and to view only the Greek/Roman/Egyptian people as connected is a deeply unfortunate retcon

I mean. Lmao treehouse spoilers I guess??? But not really.

I definitely think Morpheus has interacted with Chinese gods, Hindu gods, Sumerian gods, Aztec gods/gods of the Mexica, among others

I also (and this wasn’t included in the scope of your ask but imma do it anyway) firmly believe he has been involved in a variety of urban legends/copypasta, even when he was in the bubble

So going off of his association with Apollo, one of the foremost Greek gods, god of the sun/healing/arts, I think one name Dream could have been known to the Mexica is that of Piltzintecuhtli

Piltzintecuhtli is (according to the internet) the god of the rising sun, healing, visions, medicine plants (like hallucinatory mushrooms). He can be called the Youthful God.

So this is something I’m going to have in treehouse I just decided it but… I believe that to the Chinese people, Dream has appeared in the shape of a blue dragon.

According to legend, we were taught calligraphy by a dragon horse who appeared to Fuxi, a great hero and progenitor of Chinese culture

And dragons in Chinese culture aren’t just beasts. Dragons are gods, they’re spirits of great intelligence, culture, rain, good luck, victory, power, they were the arbiters of the Mandate of Heaven (which granted emperors of old the right to rule)

So I believe Dream would have come to us as a dragon god, one who might have influenced the development of calligraphy, and I will be making him a dragon at least once in treehouse

Lastly, I HC Morpheus as being responsible for The Backrooms™️ creepypasta

“If you're not careful and you noclip[a] out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in

God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you”

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR ASK FRIEND I LOVE YOUUU

[peanut-tyrug]

DS Fanfic: Tying Burnt Ends

The Survivors have finally returned to Earth. Everyone is making new lives for themselves. A fresh, new start for all. Among the glee of it all however, lies a firestarter's past once lost…

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This is for the Wicker/Willow hc I brought up the other day. I’m not certain if I’ll fully commit to it, but I thought this would be an interesting idea to put out there.

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TRIGGER WARNING - This fic contains slight gore/blood, graphic depictions of death, a witch hunt, voices/whispers, ghosts, visions of the past, swearing, and caps. If you aren’t comfortable with these things, please don’t read this.

The Survivors stand together, staring in near disbelief at what has appeared in front of them.

A portal.

A portal that actually led back home.

No one could believe what they were looking at. Not even the children.

“Wow…” Says Wilson. “That's it. Right there…”

“Our ticket home...” Says Willow.

“…I cannot believe what I'm looking at...” Says Maxwell.

“I can't either, Maxy. Heheh.” Says Charlie, now having been freed from Their hold.

“No one can believe it, sis.” Says Winona, looking over to Charlie.

“What're we waiting for!?” Says Webber. “Let's go home!”

From behind the crowd, Wendy looks over to Abigail with dread in her eyes.

She doesn't want to leave her. Abigail doesn't want to leave Wendy.

But they know they have to.

They have to move on.

“I’ll miss you, Abby.” Says Wendy. “You'll watch over me, right?”

Abigail makes a little noise, indicating a yes. Wendy smiles a little. “…As long as I know you'll be there.” She says.

“You ready, WX?” Winona asks WX.

“AS LONG AS I AM AWAY FROM EVERYONE ELSE HERE BUT YOU.” Says WX.

“…Good enough.” Says Winona. “What about you, Woodie? And Lucy?”

“Of course I’m ready!” Says Woodie with a chuckle.

“Oh, I hope our cabin is alright.” Says Lucy.

“I bet it is, Luce.” Says Woodie reassuringly.

“Friends!” Says Wolfgang. “Is time to return to home, yes?”

“My dear and faithful ströngman asks the grand questiön!” Says Wigfrid. “And I shall be given an answer tö extinguish my yearning!”

Wes nods firmly in agreement with Wigfrid.

“I believe our time to return home is now.” Says Wickerbottom. “We've stalled long enough.” She then turns to Willow and places a hand on her shoulder. “Are you ready, dear?” She asks Willow in a whisper.

Willow smiles. “Yeah.” She whispers back.

“Alright!” Says Wilson. “Everyone... go slow. One at a time. Try to contain yourselves, is that clear?”

The group agrees in unison.

Wilson nods, a smirk lays on his face. He turns to face the portal.

“Let's go home.” Says Wilson.

—

It's been a few years since the Survivors have returned home. Everyone’s new lives are coming along well.

Wilson is actually trying improve in his field, along with study new ones. Maxwell and Charlie got married and have joined the traveling circus Wes, Wigfrid, and Wolfgang had made. Wendy has reunited with her family and seems a lot happier. Webber reunited with his family, who were absolutely thrilled to see him, no matter how he looked. Woodie and Lucy have returned to their cabin, but are trying to get out more. Winona and WX live together now. Winona got a new mechanic job. WX doesn't do much, but Winona is trying to get them to work a bit more.

As for Willow and Wickerbottom?

“Oh, isn’t it lovely, dear?” Wickerbottom asks Willow.

“…It’s huge.” Says Willow.

The two stand in front of a library. One that Wickerbottom had finally been able to purchase and own. Wickerbottom was ecstatic to be a librarian again.

As for Willow…

—

“How are the visitors? Are they treating you well?” Wickerbottom asks Willow as she sorts some books on the shelves.

Willow is sitting behind a small counter. She has a small name tag clipped to her sweater vest. “Yep! They’ve all be great so far.” She says. “How’re you doing up there? You need any help?”

“No, I’m alright, dear.” She says.

“Good.” Says Willow. “Just try not to throw your back out.” She chuckles.

“Willow!” Wickerbottom exclaims, although she doesn’t sound necessarily angry. Not entirely.

“You know I’m just playing with you!” Says Willow, a little teasingly.

Wickerbottom smiles. “I know, dear.” She says. “I’m just messing with you back.”

“Hey!” Says Willow, giggling a bit.

Wickerbottom chuckles a bit.

The two were practically like family.

—

Willow and Wickerbottom are beginning to close the library for the night. As they clean and work, knocking can be heard from the front of the building.

“I’ll get it!” Says Willow. She hurries to the front door opens it. It’s Wilson.

“Hey, Wilson!” Says Willow. “How’ve you been?”

Wilson enters the library. He looks over to Willow. “I’ve been good.” He says. “What about you? You haven’t tried to bring upon a book burning, have you?” He says teasingly.

“I’ve been great— Hey!” She exclaims, putting her fists to her hips.

“She hasn’t, not at all.” Says an approaching Wickerbottom. “She’s been fulfilling her apology tenfold.”

Willow smiles. She had decided to help Wickerbottom out when she got a new library as an apology for burning down her old one. Both have seen past the past.

“That’s splendid!” Says Wilson. “I’m glad you’re learning, Willow.”

“Hehe, I am too.” She says, a smile on her face. “How was that show, by the way? We got a letter from the performer trio about it. Sorry we couldn’t see it, we were busy.”

“Oh! The one Charlie and Maxwell joined?” Wilson asks. “They were wonderful! And that’s fine, they’re very understanding.”

“Anyway, Wilson, what do you need?” Asks Wickerbottom.

“Oh, just a book on botany.” Says Wilson. “After our time away from here, it seems to have grown on me.” He smirks.

“Oh, come on, Wilson!” Says Willow teasingly.

“You know I have to!” Says Wilson. “Anyway, do you mind helping me find the book I need?” He asks, turned to Wickerbottom.

“I don’t mind, Wilson.” Says Wickerbottom. “And Willow, while I help Wilson, do you mind cleaning up the library some more?”

“Oh, I don’t.” Says Willow.

“Splendid.” Says Wickerbottom. “Follow me, Wilson.”

Wilson nods. He and Wickerbottom walk toward a nearby bookshelf while Willow goes to grab her broom.

—

Willow quietly cleans to herself as Wickerbottom and Wilson talk nearby.

“Thanks for the help, Wicker!” Says Wilson.

“No problem, dear.” Says Wickerbottom. “I’m glad to have been of assistance.”

Wilson looks down at his wrist watch. “I believe it’s best I be on my way, now.” Says Wilson. “It’s getting late.”

Wickerbottom nods. “Get home safely, dear.” She says.

“You and Willow, too.” Says Wilson as approaches the front door.

“Get back to Ohio without a scratch, you hear?” Says Willow, looking up to the scientist.

“I will!” Says Wilson as he exits. “Have a great night!”

“You too!” Says Willow.

The man exits the library, leaving it quiet.

Wickerbottom goes over to Willow. “Are you about done cleaning, dear?” She asks.

“I’ve gone through every nook and cranny I think.” Says Willow, looking around the premises, smiling.

“Good work, dear.” Says Wickerbottom. “I believe it’s time for us to get home. I’ll put that broom up for you.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” Willow says, smiling.

“No problem, Willow.” Says Wickerbottom.

Willow hands Wickerbottom the broom. The librarian heads toward the tool closet in the library while Willow waits for her return.

—

Willow and Wickerbottom walk down the sidewalk back to Wickerbottom’s home. A full moon lays above the New York streets lit up by street lights.

Willow reminisces about how life had been. How all the others had been. She was happy, not just for herself, but for everyone. A large smile sits on her face.

Wickerbottom looks over to woman, smiling.

Willow looks over to Wickerbottom, still smiling. “You ever think about how far we’ve come?” Willow asks.

“I have.” Says Wickerbottom. “It’s a wonderful feeling.”

“Yeah.” Says Willow, now turned away from Wickerbottom. “We all met each other, survived in what’s practically Hell… and made it out alright. We’re all one piece. Our loose ends have been tied.”

As Willow finishes her sentence, she looks over to Wickerbottom. She doesn’t look happy, she’s frowning. She looks as if she’s deep in thought. Willow frowns.

“Hey, you alright?” Willow asks.

“…Oh, just…” Wickerbottom pauses. “Thinking.”

“Thinking what?” Willow asks.

“…About the past.” Wickerbottom answers.

“…Did something happen…?” Willow asks.

“…I’d rather not talk about it, dear.” Says Wickerbottom. “I apologize.”

“No, no, you’re alright.” Says Willow. “I understand.”

The two walk back home. The air begins to feel oddly thick…

—

Willow and Wickerbottom have arrived back home. They’re preparing to get to bed.

“Are you ready for bed, Willow?” Wickerbottom asks.

“Yeah.” Says Willow. “Sleep well.” She says.

“You too, dear.” Says Wickerbottom.

The two head to their bedrooms for the night…

Willow enters her room and enters her world of thought for a moment. She can’t shake off that something is up with Wickerbottom. She tries not to press on it much. Wickerbottom did say she didn’t want to talk about it. Why bother her with something she may not be comfortable with speaking about?

Willow approaches her bed. Bernie is exactly where she left him, sitting up against her pillow. She smiles, content with that Bernie is safe and sound. Willow climbs into her bed and slowly drifts off to sleep…

—

It’s silent. Barely any sound can be heard amongst the near deafening silence. Amongst this peace however…

Willow tosses and turns in her bed, brows furrows and eyes sealed shut…

~~~

Fire. Fire everywhere.

Willow would enjoy it, if torches and lanterns weren’t practically being thrown at her.

People are screaming, yelling. Pointing crosses. Shouting Bible verses.

All at her.

…But why…?

“What do you people want from me!?” Willow asks, unable to flee from the attempts to hurt her.

“Die, witch!” A voice would shout.

“Burn in the deepest pits of Hell from whence ye came!” Shouts the voice of a pastor. He holds out a cross in Willow’s direction.

Willow can’t help but be utterly confused. Was this about her being a pyromaniac? …Why even try to fight a pyromaniac with what they loved most…?

As Willow attempts to flee, the voices quickly become louder and louder, echoing around the dark space she was in. The fire begins to encompass the small spot Willow was standing in…

~~~

Willow jolts awake with a gasp. She places a hand to her chest.

“…What… the hell?” Willow asks herself, her breathing beginning to calm. “…What was that?”

Willow begins to recollect herself. She glosses over the dream she had…

Sure, she’s had worse nightmares, but they normally were related to her time in the orphanage. Or Shadow Creatures…

Never had she ever had a dream like that…

Willow’s gears begin to turn. Why in the world was she being called a witch? Who were those voices? Barely anyone knew her before she had come to the Constant, so why would these random people know her?

Willow looks to her side. Bernie lays there, still and stiff as a board. She picks him up. “Hey. I had some weird dream where these creeps were throwing stuff at me and calling me a witch.” She says. “Why do you think I had that dream, Bernie?” She asks the stuffed toy.

The toy doesn’t respond.

Willow’s expression droops. “…Oh, yeah.” She says. “You aren’t alive.”

Willow plops onto her back and lays there. She shuts her eyes and exhales, disappointed.

…Suddenly, Willow feels something twitching in her hand. She looks to her right hand, the one Bernie was sitting in.

Bernie’s twitching in her hand.

Willow brings the toy up to her face with both hands. She doesn’t throw the doll away. She just watches it intently with wide eyes and a firm gaze.

After a bit, the twitching stops. The bear goes limp. Until it slowly lifts it’s head and looks up Willow.

Willow’s expression softens. “…Hey, Bernie.” She says. She puts the doll down, allowing it to stand.

What was odd however, Willow wasn’t in the Constant anymore…

Bernie didn’t have the ability to walk before the Constant.

Realization quickly hits Willow. “Wait… You never did this before I got placed in that hellhole…” She says.

Bernie stares at Willow.

“…Welp, guess you’re alive now.” Says Willow. “Do you get why I had that dream?”

Willow watches as Bernie jumps off the side of the bed and lands on the floor feet first. He walks over to Willow’s door and points at it. He stares back at Willow.

“…But, I need sleep.” Says Willow.

Bernie doesn’t move.

“…Oh, fine.” Says Willow. “If it’ll help me with that goofy dream. And whatever else was going on in it.” She gets out of bed and goes to her door. She quietly opens it.

Bernie steps out of the bedroom into a dark hallway. Bernie leads the way while Willow quietly follows behind. Bernie stops at the house’s front door. He points at the door and turns his head to face Willow.

Willow’s brows furrow. “Are you kidding me!?” She asks in a harsh whisper.

Once more, the doll doesn’t move.

Willow puts a hand to her face. It slides down her face until limping back down. “…Sure.” She says.

Willow quietly unlocks and opens the front door. Bernie exits first. Then Willow exits. She closes the door behind her. Willow then bends down to the welcome mat in front of the door. She lifts it, revealing a key. She locks the door from the outside and places the key back where she found it. Her and Bernie head off.

—

It’s been awhile since Willow and Bernie had left their home. Willow’s legs and feet are tired. Bernie’s trucking along just fine.

They walk through a desolate and empty spot of town. The landscape is mostly barren. Trees are sprinkled about. An eerie atmosphere surrounds the area.

“…Bernie?” Willow asks. “Where are we going?”

Bernie doesn’t respond. He keeps walking. Willow continues to follow, ignoring her skepticism.

Eventually, more trees begin to fill the area.

Amongst the sounds of the night… whispers. Faint whispers among the trees.

Willow is shaken up… she almost feels as if she never woke up from that dream…

“…Bernie…?” Willow asks, fear in her voice. “…Where are we? Where’d you take me? Why am I hearing whispers?”

Bernie doesn’t respond. He keeps walking.

Willow can’t take it anymore.

Willow grabs Bernie from behind. She holds him in her hands. The whispers can still be heard. “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU TAKING ME!?” Willow asks, anger seeping through her vocal chords.

Bernie’s head then turns to face forward. He points. Willow looks up.

Her eyes go wide.

In front of her is large clearing… within the clearing though are crosses made from sticks. Little pieces of fabric sit on them. It also appears they’ve been written on.

“…What… the hell…?” Willow asks herself.

Willow looks down at Bernie. He’s still pointing forward. Not moving at all. Willow looks back up.

Bernie appears to be pointing toward two particular crosses that sit side by side.

Willow’s brows furrow. She slowly begins to walk toward the crosses.

As she approaches, the whispers become more and more apparent, more loud.

'Her…'

'The other…'

'Their precious little doll…'

Willow eventually approaches the two crosses. She looks at the words written into their fabric.

Willow’s eyes widen in shock.

'Winslow Wickerbottom' and 'Waylon Wickerbottom'.

“…WHAAAAAT!?” Willow exclaims. “Are these her parents or something!? Why are they buried in a creepy ass clearing!?”

Bernie then suddenly goes limp. Willow looks down to Bernie, then looks to the ground.

A little doll, a beaten and messed up, sits there.

…The doll has an appearance similar to Willow’s…

Willow holds Bernie with her arm and bends down and picks up the odd forlorn doll. She stares at it.

It stares back.

Willow blinks.

The lighting then suddenly changes. The doll is no longer in Willow’s hands.

“Huh?” Willow looks up.

The clearing is no longer as barren. Around the area are multiple shacks and huts. Homes and small shops. People in witch-like garments walk around amongst the cluttered village. The village is lit up by wooden poles with small lights with fireflies inside dangling from them.

“…What…?” Willow questions.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” A feminine voice says from nearby.

Willow shoots her head over to the direction of the voice.

A man and woman walk together. The woman is holding something in her hands. Willow walks over to the couple to get a closer look.

The doll looked exactly like the one Willow had found. Although, it didn’t look nearly as beaten up. It practically looked brand new.

Probably because it was.

“She is, Winslow.” Says the man.

Willow’s mouth goes agape.

…Did she hear the man correctly…?

…Winslow…

…Winslow Wickerbottom…

“I think she’ll grow up to be a great witch someday.” Says the man.

“Oh, Waylon,” Says Winslow. “How I cannot wait for such a day to come!”

Waylon chuckles. “I can’t wait either, Winslow.” He says.

The couple then begins to walk further down the gravelly road toward a shack in the distance. Willow holds onto Bernie with her hands and follows the two and enters the shack behind them. She looks around.

The shack is lit by lanterns similar to the ones outside. Various shelves and tables full of flasks, bottles, and books lay about.

The couple walks into a decently sized room secluded by a curtain. Willow follows them and steps into the room. The couple doesn’t notice her. Willow begins to believe that they can’t see or hear her.

The same lanterns on the walls and a few shelves. In the middle of the room is a small baby bed framed by a decorated rocker. A window mostly covered by curtains near lays on the wall near the rocker.

Willow stares at the rocker, confused.

“…What are the hell are they gonna do with that doll?” Willow asks herself.

The couple walks over to the rocker. Winslow sets the doll inside it, tucking it in the blanket. Willow notices a little teddy bear sitting laying next to the doll.

Bernie.

So that’s how she got him.

“Hehe.” She giggles. She holds Bernie up to peak inside the rocker. “Look, Bernie! It’s you!”

Waylon then walks over to one of the shelves in the room and grabs an unknown book from it. He walks back over to Winslow. Willow moves away from the couple and stands to the side. Waylon opens the book in his hands and eventually finds the page he’s looking for. He looks over to Winslow. “Are you ready, my dear?” He asks.

“Yes, I am.” Says Winslow.

Waylon nods and looks at the page sternly. Both he and Winslow close their eyes…

“…By the Mother’s beautiful light…” Waylon begins.

The room begins to shake a bit. Willow moves back against the wall.

“…We speak to thee on this silent night…” Says Winslow.

“…Give unto our babe, the light which ye give…” Says Waylon.

“…Give unto our babe, the gift to live…” Says Winslow.

The doll then becomes surrounded in a bright purple glow.

“…Bless this babe, oh, dear Mother of Nature…” Says Waylon.

“…Bless this babe, oh, dear Mother of Nature…” Says Winslow.

The room shakes even more. The light coming off the doll is practically lighting up the entire room. Willow squints and covers her head with her arms, worried that the roof could fall on her.

“Oh, Mother of Nature…” The couple says in unison. “Bless this babe! Bless this babe! Bless this babe!”

A large gust of wind then blows. The couple and Willow gets knocked back a bit. The light coming off the doll then dissipates.

…Then, the sound of crying.

Coming from the rocker.

The couple recollects and slowly walks up to the rocker. They look inside. Willow opens her eyes and slowly follows suit.

Willow’s eyes go wide.

“…Just as I thought.” Says Winslow. She tears up a bit. “…She’s beautiful.”

Willow stares at the crying baby.

It… or she, had dark, black hair. Long bangs that covered up her forehead. And the face…

It looked exactly like Willow’s…

Because it was Willow’s.

Hell, even her voice sounded like Willow’s. Although pitched up, that of a baby’s. Even through the cries, the resemblance can be heard.

Willow couldn’t believe what she was looking at. Her mouth was agape, her eyes wide. She felt as if she’d faint on the spot.

…She was born from a doll…?

…Why…?

Then, amongst the excitement and confusion…

CRASH!!

Waylon drops to the floor. Blood gushes from his head.

Winslow looks down to the dead man. “Waylon!?” She shouts.

Willow looks down to the dead man and panicking woman, then to the window, eyes wide and mouth agape.

A part of it was broken.

Someone had shot a bullet through the window.

…But who?

“There!” A voice from outside shouts. “The domain! The domain of the Unholy!”

“The witches!” Shouts another voice. “They’re here!”

Realization hits Winslow and Willow hard.

Witch hunters.

“…Oh, no…” Says Winslow. She gets up to grab the baby.

As she gets back on her feet however…

BANG!!

Winslow falls. Dead on the floor. Willow looks down at the body in shock.

From outside, what sounds like a crowd rushing toward the village can be heard. Willow attempts to grab the baby, but her hands phase through her. The sounds from outside quickly approach. Shadows can be seen out the broken window. Willow moves back as someone lights a match and sets the shack ablaze. A few men then break through the window and begin to break down the house. Willow stays in the corner, looking upon the scene before her.

One of the men in the room looks down at the baby in the rocker. “That’s a baby!” He says.

“Leave it there.” Says another man. “Let it slowly experience the punishment of witchcraft.”

The other man sternly furrows his brows and nods, obeying the other man. The men in the room trash it and leave.

Willow sneers.

She was left here to die.

Or so, she was supposed to…

Willow begins to ponder over how she survived. Maybe it had something to do with Willow not being able to get injured by fire?

Willow then snaps out herself out of her world of thought. She then hurries out of the destroyed shack and returns to the village. She gasps. Her eyes go wide.

Carnage and discord everywhere. Shacks being burned down. Various villagers being brutally killed left and right. Gunshots, screams. Everything happening everywhere.

And Willow has barely anywhere to run.

Willow’s brows furrow. She bolts through the fire, carrying, Bernie in one hand, trying to find a way out. The destruction seems endless. “Help!! HELP!!” She shouts, panting a bit. “GET ME OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE!!”

Amongst the chaos however, someone quickly passes by Willow. Willow turns.

The woman looks back. Willow can see her face. It feels as if time has stopped.

Her eyes go wide.

It’s Wickerbottom… yet younger.

Her hair is partially orange. Various areas of the hair are streaked in gray. It also looked a bit longer. It was more puffy and put up in a ponytail.

…How long ago was this…?

Wickerbottom then turns back around. She runs off into the forest nearby, trying not to be seen.

Then, as Willow watches the young Wickerbottom run off, the fires quickly dissipate. The sounds go away. The land is covered in debris and dead bodies.

The only sound left being the sound of a crying baby.

Willow looks in the distance. She squints and walks toward the source of the sound.

She sees a baby crying on the ground. The dead bodies of her parents beside her.

It’s baby Willow.

Willow looks down at the child. She frowns.

Then, footsteps are heard. Willow steps back a bit.

Two very familiar woman come into view… Willow sneers at the sight of them.

…Those disgusting women from the orphanage. The ones that Willow hated to the bottom of her very core.

The taller woman looks down at the child and picks the baby up. “Sister, look!” She says. “A child.”

“Someone must’ve abandoned her here.” Says the shorter woman in a more raspier tone. “Understandable. She looks like a rat.”

“You’re correct, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be saved.” Says the taller woman.

“Maybe if we bring her into God’s light, she’ll look nicer.” Says the shorter woman.

“Not just that.” Says the taller woman. “She’ll be one of God’s children. A blessing worth entering Heaven.”

“Maybe.” Says the shorter woman. “She looks like a pain to raise though.”

“…Yes, but we do need the money.” Says the taller woman.

“Agreed, we do.” Says the shorter woman. “Lets just bring her back to the orphanage.”

“Mm-hm.” The taller woman nods.

The two woman head out from the ground and into the forest ahead.

Willow stares…

The she blinks. Once she opens her eyes, she suddenly finds herself back in front of the crosses, not holding the doll she found. Bernie sits in her grip.

She stares into the distance.

She’s absolutely speechless…

Everything that happened… it was so much…

Her being born from a doll. Her belonging to a family of witches. Her home and family being torn apart and killed.

But the most overwhelming thing…

She was a Wickerbottom.

“Willow!” A voice calls from behind.

Willow is smacked out of her world of thought. She looks back.

It’s Wickerbottom.

“What are you doing out here!?” Wickerbottom asks. “Why aren’t you asleep back home!?”

Willow doesn’t answer. Tears well up in her eyes.

Then, she snaps.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME I WAS YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER!?” She exclaims. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME ABOUT MY FAMILY!?”

Wickerbottom’s eyes go wide in confusion. “…What?” She asks.

“My family… they died in a witch hunt! You LIVED here! YOU were related to them, and YOU DIDN’T TELL ME!? WHAT IS YOUR DEAL!?”

“…Willow, I don’t understand—“ Wickerbottom begins.

Willow cuts the librarian off. “YES, YOU DO!” She exclaims. “YOU ARE LYING TO ME!”

“No, I’m not!” Says Wickerbottom.

“You didn’t want to tell me because it would 'overwhelm me' didn’t you!?” Says Willow. “Because, apparently, I can’t handle the truth, right!?”

“Willow, no! That isn’t—“ Wickerbottom gets cut off again.

“THEN WHY!?” Willow exclaims.

“Because I didn’t want you getting involved with family matters!” Wickerbottom exclaims. “This is a personal matter between me and my family!”

“But I AM your family!” Willow exclaims, pointing her hands toward her chest.

“No, we aren’t!” Says Wickerbottom.

“Yes we are!” Willow retorts. “I saw it! I saw the past!”

“How?” Wickerbottom asks sternly.

“…Some… weird doll!” Says Willow.

“She is not wrong, mother.” Says a voice.

The duo look back.

Near the crosses, the spirits of Winslow and Waylon Wickerbottom hover. They stare upon their living family.

Wickerbottom and Willow slowly walk up to the couple.

“…Oh, Waylon…” Says Wickerbottom. “…My boy…”

“You’re Wickerbottom’s kid?” Willow asks Waylon.

“Yes.” Says Waylon nodding. He looks over to Wickerbottom. “I see you want an explanation for what she saw.” He says, then turns to Willow. “You do too.”

“Yeah.” Says Willow.

“Yes, dear.” Says Wickerbottom.

Waylon nods. “Willow, your mother…” He hesitates. He looks over to Winslow; who puts a hand to his shoulder, smiles, and nods, indicating that she doesn’t mind him sharing this particular fact about her. “…Your mother is infertile. She can’t have kids.”

“Because I wasn’t able to give birth to a child, we thought we’d see a doll maker to assist us.” Says Winslow.

Willow’s brows furrow. She tilts her head. “What’s a doll maker?”

“A doll maker makes dolls that a wedded couple can make if the wife is infertile. Or if it was a same sex couple that wanted a baby.” Says Wickerbottom. “Those specific kinds of dolls contain what makes up both the mother and father’s genes. Meaning that although you weren’t born by normal means, you still have the genetic makeup of your parents.”

Willow nods, understanding what Wickerbottom said. Wilson had talked about genetics so much during her survival days that it practically got burned into Willow’s brain. Wickerbottom also helped with cementing that knowledge in more.

Waylon nods. “The night that you had been given life, as you saw…”

“We were killed. And our home was taken down. Along with many villagers.” Says Winslow.

“But what about Wickerbottom?” Willow asks.

“She had run off.” Says Winslow. “She was able to get away safely.”

“And start a new life as a librarian.” Says Wickerbottom. “I’ve kept this secret with me for 20 years. Since I was in my 40s.”

“What about me?” Asks Willow. “How’d I live?”

“Oh, that’s because of the doll.” Says Winslow, smiling a bit. “They’re fire resistant.”

Willow smirks. “I kinda suspected that actually.” She smiles. “Sick.” She says to herself. She then looks to Wickerbottom. “But how come you didn’t know I was granddaughter? I thought you’d know?”

Wickerbottom’s expression droops a bit. “I was on my way to see you…” Says Wickerbottom. “…But then the attack happened… I never got to meet you… I had no idea that my granddaughter had been by my side all this time I had known her.”

Willow smiles. “As long as I know you weren’t trying to lie to me.”

Wickerbottom looks to Willow sternly. “If I had known you were my granddaughter, I would’ve shared this with you.” She says. “I never intended to lie to you.”

Willow smiles. “You’d never do that, would you?” She asks.

“I’d never hide my roots from my family.” Says Wickerbottom, smiling.

Willow’s smile grows. She almost feels tears forming in her eyes.

“Anyway, would you like to stay?” Asks Waylon. “I’ve been wanting to see how my family has been doing.”

“I have as well.” Says Winslow.

“That’s why I came here.” Says Wickerbottom. “To say hello. Talk with you both.”

“What about you, Willow?” Winslow asks, looking over to Willow.

Willow smiles brightly. “Sure!” She says. “I’d love to get to talk to my actual parents! Anyway, what’s up with Bernie?” She looks down to the bear in her grip. “Is he magic? Why was he moving on his own earlier, if you know? He normally doesn’t do that.”

“Oh, we casted a spell on it.” Says Waylon. “One that allowed him to protect you. A little gift from us to you.”

“And I had possessed him.” Says Winslow. “I wanted to help you discover you’re past. You’re family.”

Willow smiles. “Cool!” She exclaims.

—

The sun has begun to rise. Willow and Wickerbottom head back home from the clearing after having said their farewells to their family. They plan to see them next year, exactly a year after having discovered they are family.

“It’s crazy to me that I had known you for ages, but never knew you were my grandma.” Says Willow, looking over to Wickerbottom.

Wickerbottom chuckles a bit. “Same here, dear.” She says. “I never expected a future such a this to be true.”

“Neither did I.” Says Willow. “It’s cool though. The fact that I’ve got witch blood in my viens.” Willow says as she punches the air in front of her a bit.

“It is, dear.” Says Wickerbottom, smiling softly.

The two walk back home, talking about their family, their relations.

And how everyone’s loose ends have finally been tied.

- END -

[luckyshotwrites]

1, 17, and 18 for the vore ask meme pls!! 😁

-Griff

(I'm sorry it took me so long! I've been struggling to write lately. And I hope you enjoy it, heavy teasing ahead from a certain OC of mine in Widfali).

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"hmm..." He held them firmly in his hand, purposefully keeping them near his lips. "I did say if you brought me some people I wouldn't eat you didn't I?"

Their vision traveled downward, his gut slightly trembled with movement. He wore a grin when they looked back up at him. "Are you jealous?"

"No." They replied, quickly.

His eyes sparked once they caught their unease in his hand, "be careful, I would hate to drop you."

They were at least fifteen feet high, "please, don't."

"I'd never." He whispered over their body, his blew his breath over them. "I'll make sure I hold you very tightly," He teased, squeezing them between his clawed fingers. It caused a small yelp to flee from them like a squeaky toy.

"I'll do fine on my own now." They uttered.

"On your own?" He shook his head, "that's a foolish thought, any predator would love to snatch you up, press you close to their mouth..." he demonstrated pressing them at his lips, "and ever so gently get a taste of your cute, trembling, form.~"

His lips parted and his pointed tongue stroked up their face. It caused them to scrunch up their face with disgust as his warm trail was left on them.

He took his appendage back between his lips to completely savor the taste.

His pointed ears perked up at their small cries. He kept their hands pinned so they couldn't remove the smear of his saliva. They couldn't even open their eyes, fully.

A jitter of excitement rode up his body, especially as the fun of his other captives died down in his stomach. He was itching for more another to completely fill him out.

"I'll be careful!" They pleaded.

A Cheshire-like smile curled at his lips, "careful?" He couldn't help but laugh with mockery, "you call yourself careful after walking into the den of a hungry beast?"

Their eyes opened, staring up at him with fear. He adored that look. "looking soooo..." a rigid breath popped out, "delectable.~"

His shuddered, delightfully, spurring a bit more movement from the weakened humans inside him. His abdomen tightened with anticipation for his third.

"I did-you said I'd be safe and you wouldn't come after me if I did this!"

His shoulders came up with his snicker, he turned his head down, speaking, "and you believed me." His head sprung back up, his look held his prey too. "I should say thank you though, because of you I had a excellent dinner," his hand rubbed over his gut, "and I'm going to have a even better," he tweeted, "dessert."

They started to throw their body back and forth the best they could in his grip. Their desperation only fueled his fire.

"We had a deal!-"

"And it's funny how that deal went, isn't it? You got yourself some friends to keep you company."

"Don't do this!" They whined as he ran his tongue over his own teeth in front of them. "I'll-I'll get you more people!"

"More? No thanks, you're more than enough." He raised a brow, "but tell you what since you did do this for me," he leaned back on the stone wall behind him, "how about I let you decide what happens next?"

Hope shimmered in their eyes, "yes, I want you to-"

"Hold on," he moved them up above his head, "it's between two options..." he licked over their feet and they yelped.

He smiled, "Either I could eat you head first, so your screams will be muffled when your squeezed down my throat and I get to eagerly watch your feet kick around before I overtake them, or..."

"Feet first and I get to watch every bit of fear in your lovely little eyes as your body will sink deeper inside me." His eyes clearly favored this option, "that way you can cry all you want, and see not a single soul will rescue you."

Their lips quivered, helplessly. "I've done nothing to you!"

"Ha, you've done plenty to work up my appetite and will do me an even greater service by satisfying it." He said gulping, slowly. "So what is my little dessert choosing?~"

...

(End Scene, sorry, I thought it'd be funny to end it with a tease too. It makes sense with Lev's character, as he's loves mocking prey before eating them).

Anyway my thoughts on unwilling/willing/multiple prey/and teasing: Oh boy, well, I generally write, unwilling vore stories and have a preference toward it. Though, if it's well written I do like willing or semi-willing pred or prey. And multiple prey I only like if it's somewhat "realistic" like a giant eating tinies, or at least someone who's very big eating multiple individuals. AND TEASING, that's the stuff. I love teasy preds or sometimes teasy prey. The bicker/banter is always fun to read and see in writing/art. So, I hope this helped answer your question, homie, and have a astonishing day! :D

[feminaferitas]

More Adult!Jackie AU Lore

Please note, these are exclusively my headcanons (though some plotting details have been created based on dynamics with folks like @healiotrope and @darkconsumed), so this isn't meant to be definitive, and also I would appreciate it if details weren't lifted for others' Jackie Survives AUs. I do acknowledge I'm late to the fandom and similarities are natural in general, but I have a very specific set of ideas as it pertains to her evolution in a survival situation.

This is a bit of headcanon/lore concerning her career, her dietary choices, and what danger that presents when the darkness returns.

On building up and breaking down Jackie Taylor's adult life through the way she manicures her life post-rescue:

Ever the clinger to normalcy, Jackie works herself overtime to distance herself from the experiences in those woods. Apart from the chronic pain of her arm always reminding her of how weak she was in the face of unstoppable, unfeeling nature, there are so many parts of herself she can control. She wants to starve the wild urges out of herself. She wants to entrench herself in organized society and wield it to preserve her status.

This turns into her veganism and career in law.

Where Lottie could cast the bones and witness visions from the outer edges of the wilds, Jackie focuses on becoming a student of the law, a set of guidelines that keep us civil and socialized (or so she believes). She doesn't dislike Lottie's spiritualism, in fact she knows she owes her life to Lottie. She just knows herself and cannot bring herself to be fully invested in the supernatural in that same way, so Jackie seeks to balance out Lottie's energy as an interpreter by becoming an interpreter of the cold, hard, human law. It also gives her status and power to wield over others. Not just moral superiority, but the law is on her side. While she does like helping people truly, there's undercurrents of struggling to maintain her place at the top of the pyramid as she did in high school. Once a teen queen, always a teen queen.

Veganism isn't as widespread when she first begins to adopt it, but as society moves forward and food-conscious options become more widely available and accepted (for dietary and other health reasons, most notably) this becomes easier for Jackie to live by. Plant-based eating makes her feel clean and guiltless (apart from ethical production issues but a girl's gotta eat something). It also gives her a power over social situations involving food. If you're looking for approval from the most disagreeable person in the room, they have all the power -- she can wield her veganism to control social gathering situations. "They have to have vegan options." She doesn't always, she's more than capable of accommodating herself. But it's another way to entrench herself firmly in society and not the wilds. She refuses to go back to the wilderness, those days of survival.

Except, I see her 25th anniversary regression/trauma manifestation arising in cravings. Temptations. Shauna comes back into her life and makes meatloaf and Jackie has to decide whether to refuse that part of her friend's approach or to stomach it. And of course she gets sick, she's been vegan for about 15 years by the point of Season 2. But her body craves nutrients, and she cannot starve the wilderness out of her entirely. She begins to backslide. She considers a cheeseburger at 11pm her low point, but she has no idea how far she's going to fall. Is it as bad as the movie Raw? Probably not. Not yet, at least.

But after two and a half decades of trying to rewire her instincts and become perfectly entrenched in society, the darkness comes for them all and Jackie has to grapple once again with her perfectly projected image of being a healthy, powerful woman who has it all (and absolutely isn't slave to her baser instincts).

[unabletocomply]

Dear @chronicintrovert,

Hi.

One year ago today, I sat down on a Friday evening to watch this new show on Netflix. I didn't know much about it other than that it was gay (inclusive) and British, either of which is enough to get me to watch something.

I knew it was eight episodes, so I didn't intend to finish the whole thing in one sitting. But I simply couldn't look away. I was stunned by every aspect: The concept, the writing, the acting, the animations, even the blue-yellow color scheme that I catch some new detail of on each rewatch. Before I knew it, it was midnight and I was watching animated waves splash around Charlie Spring and Nick Nelson, confirmed boyfriends.

The next morning, I sat at a traffic light on my way to the grocery store when I realized I was smiling for no discernible reason (it was 8 o’clock… I had no reason to be happy running errands at that hour). It was leftover joy from the previous night. Never before has media so affected me — infected me — as Heartstopper did.

Today, I can happily report Heartstopper had a tangible, deeply positive impact on my life. I devoured your entire back catalog of work, each one as impressive and engrossing and relatable as the last. I continued on, plowing through stacks of queer books (thanks, local library!) with a hunger I haven't felt since I was a teenager. 

You've also brought me my own creative fulfilment. Heartstopper inspired me to write more than I ever had before, and to get to know other wonderful, dedicated, talented Heartstopper writers from around the world. Sorry, it's fanfic, I know there are legal and personal reasons you can never read it. 

Still, please know there's an incredible community of writers and artists churning out world-class fiction that extends the canonical stories of Nick and Charlie or other characters, or imagines them in new settings: Single dad Nick struggling not to fall in love with his housemate; a dating app AU that is a comprehensive study of trauma and healing; 10th century Vikings exploring historical themes of queerness; two patients meeting in a hospital and healing each other emotionally; professional rugby AUs that tap into queer sports issues; fics where Nick and/or Charlie are trans or demi; even one where they're soulmates who turn into cats when the other has naughty thoughts about them. And those are just the tip of the iceberg. 

On a more personal note, Nick and Charlie have enriched my life. My life is way better because I found Heartstopper. I try to keep compassion and empathy at the forefront, just like Charlie. When I'm angry, I think to myself, "What Would Nick Nelson Do?", and that usually involves calming myself and seeking solutions. (I have yet to punch a homophobe, but I'm not opposed.) 

I was also inspired by Nick to come out to my family and friends as aspec. I had long thought it didn't matter much, since I will never bring home a partner, so what was there to tell? But after watching Heartstopper, I desired to live more openly, and now I am.

I know all of this has come at a cost. You've spoken about the intense pressure to deliver season 2 and the ongoing comics. The cast has also faced inappropriate and invasive attention from what I firmly believe is a small minority of Heartstopper fans who clearly missed its message (not that those people should be considered fans at all). I'm not sure what to do about the world other than cherish your art and proclaim its ideals.

Thank you for your vision, your talent, and your years of hard work. Thank you to the cast and crew who brought Heartstopper off the page and onto my screen. I cannot wait (but I will!) to see what you create next.

Love,

A Heartstopper fan xx

PS To balance all that text, here’s a shot from (just before) my favorite kiss scene in my favorite episode, Girls:

[phyrofwild]

When asked about his shop, a bigger smile appeared upon his features. "It's not a big shop yet, so don't build your hopes up too much, but it is big enough to show its colors." He explained, thinking back to the establishment, trying to capture its essence within his words. "I deal with trinkets of powers beyond their appearances... I recently bought an amulet that changes your luck, if you believe in this kind of things. I have tested it out and it seems to be real, but it also might be a coincidence." He laughed it off. It obviously was not a coincidence since he could feel magic flowing out of the piece, but to others he prefered to be seen as a mere merchant of goods and valueables. "Please, do not hesitate to visit my shop if you're ever in the area. I think we could find a thing or two of your liking there..."

Zephyr would say he was the type that didn't deal with first impressions, and it was true, but he knew many others weren't as he was. Thankfully she seemed to be one to look past the awkward interaction they'd had before, which was a good sign. Maybe he'd misjudged her before, when he was given a recommendation by one of the members of his organization to invite her - at the time he only saw her as someone who would turn a blind eye to both good and evil, too cold to care, and that did not suit his vision of The Link. He didn't know if the status of refugee had changed her or if he'd just missed something on his analysis, but it was interesting to see he'd been wrong, as it was not a common thing in his world.

Hearing her speak of the refugees was fascinating. "I see..." He replied with a nod. "When I left Lysara to venture through Iskaldrik, I was firmly advised otherwise by friends I had made... 'It's a land of brutes and cruelty', they said... 'They'll chain you up and eat you alive'..." He looked away from her, to the waters of Tiber Bay. "But I didn't find that there. I found a land of prideful brave people... Of people who could endure injustice and grew stronger when faced against it. Misguided and mistreated..." He smiled over at her. "What I mean to say is that there is prejudice within Lysara as there was within Iskaldrik. But, as in times of need most of you grew to see past the innate prejudice against magic, it's just a matter of time until one can see past the surface of the other here." He shrugged it off. "Soon enough you'll find something good for you here, I'm sure."

Freydis thought about his suggestion that it was the sudden, new adopted lifestyle that made her feel like time blurred itself, but she wasn’t so sure. A life of being just a refugee was something she might have chosen if she had the option and hindsight–not that the others had it easier than she did. But she felt the shift in her fortune had included a total change in lifestyle as well as the troubling memory of what had been demanded of her to survive in the broodmother’s lair, fighting the whole way back to the encampment, and the inherited memories of an inconceivable lengthy lifetime that was hers and not hers all at once. “I supposed it does,” she agreed quietly in favor of trying to explain all of this to him. He was a perfect stranger, and even those she trusted most hadn’t been told the better half of what she carried with her now. 

“I suspect you may know more about it than you’re letting on,” she responded, playing into his pretend ignorance for a moment or two, but his shop did interest to her, if only as an easy topic over which to engage in small talk. “Would you tell me a bit about it? Perhaps I’ll stop by before I leave the city, or the next time I return.” She didn’t have much coin to spend despite the fact she’d held a high station back in Iskaldrik.

Her eyes shifted to him again and she spent a few moments trying to decide how much it made sense to share with the unfamiliar man. His question seemed genuine, but a part of Freydis still wondered if she was more of a joke to him than anything else given their initial conversation back at the barrier. “I suppose part of it might boil down to culture shock,” she finally answered after some consideration, “and another part of it comes down to preconceived notions about me, about Iskarans in general. It seems many of those who hold higher station here think we’re savages, and perhaps as a society, we do lean a little more heavily into that sort of thing than they do here. But they look at us like we’re animals sometimes.” She was quiet for a moment before adding, “Especially the ones of us who…. Were taken.” She hoped that was all the explanation Zephyr would need to understand her meaning.

[thestoryden]

Hi!

If you're still taking requests i have one, it's kinda long tho, srry

My idea for a fic is where the reader and Eddie are best friends or dating, whatever is fine, reader has asthma, and they are hanging out in the woods by the trailer park at night and somehow Jason and the other jocks are there too. They start bothering eddie and the reader and in the midst of the argument they break the readers inhaler. Reader panics and starts having an asthma attack and eddie freaks out. He takes her back to his house and his uncle drive them to the hospital or something like that.

Please don't feel like you have to do it, it's okey if it's not the kind of thing that you write 😊

Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Reader

Warnings: Violence, Mentions of Drug Use, Language, Descriptions of Shortness of Breath, Mentions of Drinking

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I had so much fun writing this. This is by far one of my favorite requests I have received. I love it when readers put in details and have specific ideas. I know it has been a while since you requested this, but hopefully you find it enjoyable.

Masterlist / Requests: Open

Catch My Breath

The lights from the trailer park shine threw the forest in dark yellow rays. They barely illuminate the old wooden picnic table Eddie and you sit at. His fingers drum absentmindedly on the top of the table while he works on rolling a blunt. You look at him and frown. You feel like after all the time you’ve spent together, he should remember.

“You know you can’t smoke that around me, right?” You ask.

Eddie eyes flick from his work to your face. They catch just enough of the light to have a warmth to them. He cracks a smile.

“Yeah, I know.” He replies, “I can’t believe you thought I would forget.”

“Well, just in case you do forget.” You quip.

You pull out your inhaler from your pocket and set it on the table. Eddie gives a quick laugh. Your eyes wander over his curls. Your chest feels tight and its moments like this that make you want to confess to Eddie. You want him to hold you and be with him, but you constantly have to remind yourself of your role. Friends. Nothing more. Despite how badly you want it to be.

He meets your eyes, “What are you thinkin’ about?”

“Uh, getting food?” You lie.

Eddie leans across the table and looks deeper into your eyes. His hair shifts forward as he does, blocking out bits of the light. He stares at you and his lips part slightly. Your breath becomes shallow. He is so close that you can see the small cracks in his lips.

“You, are a terrible liar.” He says with a snap as he sits back down.

“Dude, what the fuck was that?” You yell.

Eddie laughs, “You should have seen your face. You totally thought I was going to kiss you.”

Your cheeks heat up. You couldn’t believe he was being such an ass, and how it just made you want him more. You put your hands on the table and stand up.

“You know Munson, I can’t-.” You are cut short by a familiar voice from behind you.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Jason calls out.

You whip round to see Jason and his group staggering towards Eddie and you. He has a beer in one hand and the other wrapped around one of the other boy’s shoulders.

He points at Eddie, “A freak,” and then to you, “and a reject.”

The group erupts into laughter. You grip the edge of your table and try to steady yourself.

“Hey man, just leave us alone.” Eddie says calmly.

“Ya know, I don’t think I will.” Jason retorts.

Eddie gets up from the other side of the table and puts his things into his lunch pail. He puts his hand on your shoulder. His fingers dig firmly into your skin and he smooths his thumb over your shoulder blade.

“Let’s just go back to the trailer.” Eddie says under his breath.

You shift backwards in to Eddie and try to reach for you inhaler. Black spots start to cloud your vision as you fumble trying to grab the inhaler.

“Just leave it.” Eddie says firmly.

Jason lunges toward you clumsily clearing the table and finding himself laying in leaves on the other side. In his hand his holds his prize your inhaler. The outer casing was cracked from Jason’s stunt. You inhale sharply.

“Jason, give it here.” Eddie commands.

“Look what I got boys!” Jason shouts

You can’t get enough air. Your chest tightens again. You reach out and grab Eddie’s arm.

“Jason please,” You cough out weakly.

Jason turns it over in his hand and smiles.

“It looks like it’s broken,” Jason sneers, “Why don’t I throw it away for you.”

The boys howl with laughter.

“Jason, No.” You wheeze.

He throws it in to the woods and you collapse against the table gasping for air.

Jason is rolling in a fit of laughter.

“I have fucking had it.” Eddie yells.

He grabs Jason’s shoulders and slams him against the ground knocking the air out of him. Jason coughs and gasps as he tries to grab at Eddie’s face.

“Get off me, man!” Jason shouts.

“No, not to you apologize.” Eddie demands.

He brings down his fist on Jason’s nose and it sounds with a sickening crack. Blood starts spewing forth like a spring. Jason snatches a fist full of Eddie’s hair and yanks him into the bench of the table. Blood trickles from his temple. In response, Eddie sends his elbow in to Jason’s jaw.

“Jesus, fuck, Munson,” Jason howls, “Get off me.”

“Apologize!” Eddie screams.

You can hardly see what’s going on. Your head is spinning and you feel like vomiting. You can’t get in air.

“Eddie, help me” You barely whisper.

Eddie shoves his hand over Jason’s face and holds him down in to the dirt. He turns to see you holding on by a thread.

“Shit.” Eddie breaths.

He scrambles to his feet and puts his arm under you. He starts to drag you back to the trailer park.

“This isn’t over Munson!” Jason screeches.

Eddie ignores the boy threat and continues to hall you toward the light.

“You got to stay with me,” Eddie pleads.

You tap against his arm in response. Eddie desperately pulls against the ground trying to get you across the gravel.

“Wayne!” Eddie shouts, “Uncle Wayne, please, I need help.”

Wayne burst through the trailer door and then spots Eddie and you, “Shit!”

He comes up and hoist up your other side. You can breathe just a little bit when he lifts you.

“Come on let’s get you to the truck.” He says.

He throws open the truck door and they both shove you in there. Eddie climbs in after and Wayne rushes to the other side and tries starts the truck. The first two times the is just sputters, but the third try the engine loudly growls. Wayne hands Eddie his handkerchief from his back pocket.

“What is this for?” Eddie asks as Wayne peels out of the gravel drive.

“To stop your head from bleeding.” Wayne responds plainly.

Eddie reaches his fingers to his head and feels the thick ooze. He presses the cloth to it. You cough from the middle seat. Eddie puts his free hand on your leg and grips it firmly.

“Hey, you got to stay with us okay.” He asserts.

You mumble incoherently.

“Come on,” he urges, “I can’t do this with out you. I can’t live without you.”

You come to in a hospital bed. The lights are bright and you have a mask covering your face. The smell of a lidocaine burns your throat.

“Woah, thought we lost you for a sec.” a nurse jokes.

You sit up and see Eddie slouching in a chair with a bag of ice on his temple. His face is heavy with exhaustion and his eyes have a hollow look to them. He perks up a bit when he sees you are coherent.

“Hey, you scared the shit out of me.” He complains, “Don’t ever do that again.”

“Or what you?” You cough lightly.

The nurse leaves the room. You pull the breathing treatment from your face for a second trying to get some less damp air down before readjusting the oxygen mask over your nose and mouth.

“Or, I’ll, fuck, I don’t know, man.” Eddie’s snarky comment crumbles under his feelings.

Eddie sets his ice pack in his lap and scoots his chair toward your bed. He still has blood matted into some of his curls.

“Man, Jason really did a number on you.” You say pointing to his wound.

Eddie laughs, “You missed it, but this was actually the side of a picnic bench.”  

“You fought valiantly, brave knight.” You mock.

Eddie cracked a smile finally and it makes you laugh too. It made you feel like you would get through this no matter what. He was always a comforting presence.

“Of course, I did” Eddie replies, “I was fighting for someone I love.”

You heart stops in its tracks. Eddie looks up at you meeting your eyes. He reaches for your hand and kiss the back of it softly.

“Maybe, I could kiss you once you catch your breath.” He says with a smile.

[mypoisonedvine]

vignettes of a bond || alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader

I originally wrote this in two parts for my sleepover but after I realized how long it accidentally became, I've reformatted it, added/changed a few things, and made into a oneshot!

word count: 3.1k

warnings: smut, angst, knotting, violence

June 2nd, 1943, 11:43 p.m., James Barnes’ bedroom

“I wanna do it, before I go,” he whispered against your skin. “But I know it’s wrong. It’s too cruel.”

“No, please,” you whimpered, “I want it. I want your mark.”

Bucky pulled back for a moment and you examined your Alpha’s face carefully, knowing it might be the last time for a long time. “I couldn’t bond to you and then leave you. It wouldn’t be fair… you deserve to find somebody who can stay, and be with you, and protect you.”

“All I want is you,” you whispered. “Please, Alpha… bite me.”

You saw him hesitate for a moment before he leaned in and sucked at your neck, building the anticipation before he finally sunk his teeth into your skin and you cried out, one single tear rolling down your cheek. “Mine,” he growled against your skin as he lapped at the healing wound, “my Omega. Forever.”

“Yours, only yours,” you agreed eagerly.

It wasn’t the first time Bucky had taken you, but that night he really and truly claimed you, left you a desperate begging mess, stretched out over his knot as he filled you over and over.

The next morning, you were still sore between your legs as well as on your new mark, and it took everything in you to be strong as you saw him off at the train station, waving goodbye and praying that your Alpha would return to you soon.

November 9th, 1943, 2:24 p.m., undercover SHIELD facility

“You promised Bucky you’d take care of me,” you reminded him with a little smile, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“I know,” Steve relented, “but we both know I can’t do that. Not in this state. But maybe I can protect you if I do this. Maybe I can protect my country. I owe it to everyone, especially Bucky, to try.”

You nodded. “But I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. Come see me before I ship out for good, alright?”

“Of course,” you agreed.

December 27th, 1943, 8:32 a.m., your front porch

“You’re lying,” you gasped as you shook your head. “You’re wrong, no, it’s not true.”

“It is,” Steve promised as tears welled in his eyes, “I’m so so sorry, I saw it myself, I had to watch him fall…”

“It’s not true! He’s not dead!”

“I know he loved you so much. He talked about every day, he couldn’t wait to come home to you,” Steve remembered, choking up noticeably. “But he won’t. He’s gone.”

“You don’t understand, I know, okay? I know.”

“You’re in shock, I understand, it’s hard to lose your mate—”

“You’re a beta, you wouldn’t understand,” you dismissed; sure, he looked like an alpha now, but it didn’t make a difference. “Omegas, we know when our Alpha dies, we feel it, it kills us. He’s far away, but he’s still there, I still feel him!”

Steve held you as you sobbed, your body crumpling into his arms. Sometimes you thought maybe he held you too tight on accident because he was still getting used to his new strength; other times you thought he did it on purpose.

February 3rd, 1944, 12:00 p.m., undercover SHIELD facility

“Even when I had nothing, I had Steve,” you recalled shakily, “and now he’s gone too.”

“Is that why you’re volunteering?” Agent Carter asked you. “Because you’d rather sleep for a hundred years than live without your mate and your best friend?”

“I’m volunteering because my mate and my best friend died for SHIELD,” you corrected firmly, “and if I’m not willing to also, then I’m admitting I think they went to waste.”

“Steve told me you didn’t think Bucky was dead,” Peggy remembered.

You winced. “I’m not sure. But I know he’s not coming home again. I came here to give whatever I could to help find him… I was asked to participate in a cryogenics research study. If it helps him, then I’ll do it.”

She was about to get up, apparently satisfied with your final interview, but you stopped her.

“On one condition,” you added. “If James Barnes is found, alive or dead, wake me up to see him.”

She nodded, stepping out of the room and leaving you alone again.

May 8th, 2012, SHIELD headquarters

“Can you hear me?”

You slowly blinked awake, your vision taking a moment to catch up with your mind. You saw tubes coming out of your arms; you saw Steve above you, looking like the day you saw him last.

“Did you find Bucky?” you asked instantly. Why else would they wake you up?

“No,” Steve answered, seemingly a bit disappointed that that was your first and only question.

“Then put me back to sleep,” you demanded.

“It’s been 68 years,” he told you. “You’ve slept for 68 years. It’s time to wake up.”

And you did, more than you ever wanted to, because you realized you couldn’t feel him anymore. Your Alpha was gone. Worse, he probably died while you were asleep; he probably died alone.

One more time, like he had 68 years ago, Steve held you while you sobbed.

August 1st, 2014, 2:11 a.m., Avengers compound, Steve Rogers’ quarters

You ran into Steve’s room barefoot and still in your pajamas, barreling through the door and right into his bed.

“Steve, I feel him!” you rushed.

“What?” he groaned sleepily, looking up at you as he blinked in confusion.

“I feel him again, he’s alive,” you explained. “I know it. He’s weak… he’s hurting… but he’s there.”

“That’s impossible,” Steve shook his head. “It’s been too long, he would’ve died of old age anyways.”

“Don’t you want to believe it? Don’t you want to think he’s out there?”

“Do I want to think he’s alone and I didn’t save him?” Steve hissed. “No, I can’t say that I particularly do!”

“But we still can, Steve, we just have to find h—”

But before you could finish, the feeling left you, and you were just half of something again.

“Oh,” you breathed.

“He’s gone again?” Steve realized.

You nodded, biting your lip as it started to quiver. He sighed and pulled you into a hug. “If I could just see his body, and know it was over,” you whispered, “if I could just bury him, have a funeral…”

“We’ll have one,” Steve decided, “after this mission. We’ll put him to rest. He deserves that, and so do you.”

You nodded into his shoulder. It shattered you into a million pieces but it was still the better option, to try to let him go in whatever small way you could. He would always, always, always be your Alpha, nothing could change that, but a funeral would at least bring some closure.

That would have to wait until after your next mission though… and it was going to be a big one: tracking the elusive Winter Soldier.

August 3rd, 2014, 1:14 p.m., Lower East side

You were a few blocks away, helping civilians escape the firefight, when you felt it.

For one impossibly brief moment, you felt him, stronger than you had in nearly 80 years. He was here.

You instantly got up and ran like you’d never run before, finding the Soldier and Steve locked in a brutal showdown— but his mask was gone now, and you nearly fell to your knees at the sight of him.

“Bucky!” you yelped, but you knew he wasn’t there or you would’ve felt his presence. Your Alpha was somewhere underneath the shell that wore his face, and you needed to find him.

You ran forward just as Steve made a break for it, getting to him just in time to stand between the Soldier and his mission.

“Alpha, please,” you whimpered, clutching at his chest. A metal hand backhanded you to the ground.

“Out of my way, Omega,” he growled, stepping over you, but you grabbed at his ankles even when he tried to kick you away.

“My mark,” you explained hastily, pulling your shirt down some to make sure it was visible. “It’s yours. Do you remember? You gave me this. This is your mark on me.”

He stared down at you, seeming to be contemplating it, and you scrambled back to your feet and faced him.

“I still feel you,” you whispered. “I knew you were alive, I knew you’d come back to me. I could feel you, right here,” you explained as you took his hand and placed it on your chest. “Could you feel me? Did you know I was waiting for you all this time?”

His eyes were watering but he still seemed confused— stunned, more specifically, as you placed your hand on his chest.

“I’ll always be yours, Bucky. I’ll always be your Omega, no matter where you are.”

A stun gun took you down, an array of masked men appeared, and before he could really see you for what you were, he was dragged away and taken to be erased again.

August 3rd, 2014, 9:04 p.m., Avengers compound, medical bay

“I can’t believe we let them get away,” Steve lamented, resting his face in his hands. “I can’t believe they took him again…”

“They’ll be back,” you promised sternly. “They’re going to figure out what I am to him. They’re going to realize I could break his programming. And they’re going to come for me.”

“And when they do?” Steve pressed.

“We’ll be ready. And I’ll get my Alpha back.”

August 3rd, 2014, 9:04 p.m., temporary HYDRA operations facility

"The woman on the bridge... the Omega..." Bucky mumbled. "She knew me... she had my mark."

"No she didn't."

He furrowed his brow. "She showed me..."

Pierce sighed, glancing over to the HYDRA scientist who looked back at him sternly.

"She's too dangerous to be left alive," the man sighed, shrugging in his lab coat. "We can't deprogram a bond like that."

"We'll take care of her," Pierce promised.

Bucky launched from the chair, snapping his restraints like paper. "Touch her and I'll fucking kill you!" he bellowed, tackling his handler to the ground.

Pierce just laughed as another scientist jabbed Bucky with a needle, dosing him with something strong enough to kill any other man but just enough to knock out a super soldier. Pierce stood up and dusted himself off as he watched Bucky go limp and be lifted back into his chair.

"I can see the fight in your eyes, Soldier," he taunted as he leaned into his face. "I know you really would kill me, if you could. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak, right? But don't worry about your mate, we'll make it quick and painless. Hey, maybe beforehand me and a few of the other Alphas will show her a good time, poor thing's been without her mate for 70 years... I bet she's raring to go."

Bucky's arm twitched as his eyes started to fall shut, a tear falling down his blank and motionless face.

"Wipe him," Pierce instructed to the scientist, turning and walking away as the electric whirr of the machine charging up filled the room.

August 11th, 2014, 3:53 p.m., SHIELD headquarters

Steve was impressed with how accurate and imminent your prediction was; HYDRA was hot on your trail and desperate to eliminate the biggest threat to their Asset. Knowing they were coming made it easier, but it was still a brutal fight.

You and Steve tried to stay together, but they were smart, they used the perfect bait to lure you away.

"Tell me where he is," you demanded from the HYDRA agent as you held a blade to his neck, "then I'll kill you."

"Isn't it supposed to be 'or I'll kill you'?" he frowned.

You shook your head. "Not the way I operate."

Opposite to the reaction you were expecting, he grinned widely. "He's here."

Your heart stopped.

"On the roof. He's here to kill you."

You dropped the knife and ran straight for the stairwell, ascending them like they were nothing and calling out for your Alpha.

You found him there, waiting, gun trained on you. Raising your hands in surrender, you yelled to him again.

"Bucky," you called across the windy roof, eyes nearly blinded by the bright afternoon sun. "Alpha."

"I'm not who you think I am," he yelled back. "I'm not your Alpha."

It hurt to hear it in his voice, but you knew it wasn't him. Cautiously, you stepped closer. "Before you left, you told me you didn't want to mark me and leave me behind," you recalled. "But I wanted it. I wanted to be bonded to you more than I'd ever wanted anything."

He could clearly see you were coming closer, he even tightened his finger over the trigger of his weapon, but he was waiting. You kept walking to him, slowly.

"I've never regretted it," you continued, "not even when I thought you were dead, not even when I had to spent a lifetime-- more than that-- apart from you."

Finally you were face to face, and you stepped closer until his gun was pressed right into your chest.

"You can shoot me now and I still won't regret it," you promised. "I love you."

Shakily, he lowered his weapon. "Omega..." he breathed.

"Your Omega."

He pulled you into him and you sobbed as you felt him come to life in your arms-- the real him, your Alpha, your Bucky. He held you close and breathed against the top of your head and it was like a dream coming true decades after you'd forced yourself to let it go.

But you'd never given up. And now you had found him again.

Agents started to come onto the roof and Bucky spun the two of you around, firing with his right hand and using the left, metal arm as a shield for you.

He carried you and you didn't even know where he was taking you, but it didn't matter. In his arms, you were home.

August 12th, 1:03 a.m., Avengers compound, your quarters

You hadn't stopped coming or crying for at least an hour. Bucky had all but split you open on his knot all night and he didn't show any signs of stopping.

He apparently intended to make up for lost time. And you'd lost a lot of time.

"Just one more, I know you can give me one more," he groaned furiously rubbing your clit as his knot began to swell again.

You could give him anything, as long as he asked for it like that.

You'd lost count of how many times he'd told you to come for him, and how many times you did it immediately.

"I can see how full you are," he whispered as he rubbed your stomach gently. "So much seed in you that your body can't hold it all."

You looked down and yep, you were distinctly bloated from his come alone; it made you a little dizzy to even look at it.

"The idea of you alone during your heats, no one to protect you, it kills me," he explained with a growl. "I won't let you go again. I can't."

"Then don't," you sighed. "Never leave this bed, fill me with everything you have."

"Did anybody ever help you through them? The heats?" he asked. "I wouldn't blame you, they can be so painful... I just need to know so I can make sure you forget about them."

"No, Bucky, never— I never let anyone touch me."

"Steve could've helped you, at least some..."

"He wouldn't have, he loves you too much. And I wouldn't accept anything less than you, ever. You're my Alpha. We're bonded. There's never anyone else."

That didn't seem to satisfy him, his eyes darting away as he swallowed. Your gut sank with the realization he probably wasn't being totally honest about why he asked.

"Your ruts," you gasped. "Were you alone for all of them?"

He shut his lips tighter.

"Bucky, it's okay, just tell me. I was asleep for 70 years, I skipped most of them, but you... you had to live through them all."

"They gave me betas, and omegas," he mumbled, "but I don't... I don't really remember. I know they wanted me to. They threatened to hurt me if I didn't, because they knew I'd go crazy after so many ruts alone, but I can't remember if I really did it. I remember... I remember crying, and begging for you."

"Alpha," you breathed as you felt new tears run over the stains of your old ones. "It's okay. Whatever happened, it's okay now. We're together again. Everything's okay."

You wiped his tear away with your thumb, holding his face tightly, weaving your fingers into his long hair.

"I'll always be your Omega," you promised.

He leaned in closer to you, kissing your cheek before pulling back a little. "It's faded," he whispered as he ran his thumb over the mark on your neck. "The last time I saw it, it was still fresh."

"It's older, sure, but it's stronger than ever, Bucky."

August 14th, 10:12 a.m., Avengers compound, residential area kitchen

Steve's eyes went wide when he came into the kitchen for breakfast and found you there, steeping your tea. "Surprised to see you out of the love nest so soon," he smirked.

"It's been three days, I don't think that counts as soon," you scoffed.

"It does to him," Steve frowned. "He's asleep, isn't he?"

"Yep."

"I know he wouldn't let you out of his sights if he was conscious," Steve chuckled.

At that moment, you heard Bucky call your name and run out into the hall, only a bedsheet covering his groin as he appeared in the doorway. You spun around and smiled when you saw him come running towards you, embracing you with his free arm.

"You should've told me you were leaving, I got scared when I woke up without you," he admitted weakly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry!"

He pulled back and clutched your face in both his hands. "I'm waking up next to you every morning for the rest of my life, you understand?"

You nodded dutifully. "Yes, Alpha."

"One hand on the sheet, please, Buck?" Steve winced, looking away.

“Whoops,” Bucky groaned, reaching to cover himself as you laughed softly.

“Let’s go back to bed, baby,” you decided quietly, taking Bucky’s (free) hand in yours and waving goodbye to Steve, who was already making his way as far out of earshot as possible.