#I caved and logged back in after my little tantrum

[davidtennan-t]

just two best friends holding each other softly

[littlemissleapyear]

🕷Well, it seemed that she'd gotten him a bit out of his funk at this rate. She'd take what little good rays she could get from him for this time being. As Doflamingo stood and made his way to the balcony.

Layla took a few minutes at least picking up what she could and pack a small purse of several items. Taking to her skirt she unfastened a few clasps before joining her captain. She let out a soft chuckle knowing she'd really like to enjoy this but there were triggers to get onto the island.

" Back, I need proper use of my hands when we get close." The smaller spider produced a small Log Pose. It was more of a dial than the normal floating Pose. That must have been one reason behind its anonymity.

She looped her bag before taking the offered hand to assist. Not that either position would stop her from cuddling close to the blonde. After all the tantrums it was the first invitation to get close to him; business or not.

The pull came first before the rush of the wind. The raven hair was thankful she'd put her hair up before nature took claim of it. Looking at her wrist it was odd to be the navigator of a position but as they were just two they'd pick up the slack.

"East," She started though with his perspective might have known before her lips could even part to state it.

Most of the Skyway would go like this even with the shifting of the clouds. Nothing that would be too troublesome though the raven hair took some time to watch the curling waves and the passing of rare speckled islands below.

None of the sea creatures could reach them but even if they could they were but small issues. Still, it was nice to see the gleaming scales after all this time. Even if the sea was a Fruit uses enemy the smaller spider loved it so.

"If we keep this pace we'll be there a few hours before dusk. Good thing too it will be a changing of guards. The Queen will meet us." It sounded strange, wouldn't both monarchs great them? Then again different rulers had different rules and cultures.

"I should state before we get there that there is a mixture of people on LilyPad. I haven't gotten to see all the races but I'd assume that it's due to washups or people given honors to come. " That had to be a laugh for there wasn't really 'wind' in the calm belt let you make it yourself and it was more likely that the wildlife would get you before you found safety.

Another glance at the Pose. Still going steady, for now, all she could do was wait and answer whatever questions he had left before they made a landing. When they started to get closer Layla would reach into her purse producing a mirror with a long pearl chain.

Using it to anchor it to her wrist the raven hair placed it out so that Doflamingo could see it. The mirror looked like the face of a faceted Diamond.

When the tall mountains and trees came into view Layla readied the mirror. As the many mouths of coves and caves that littered the border's high mountain walls opened to great the two she lifted her hand into the air causing the sun to bounce off it.

After several moments a glimmer back from one of the cove's mouths came. " That's for us~" 🕷

🕷 Lilypad was a hidden paradise that was for sure. Not as grand as Dressrossa but it had its own beauties that would keep the blonde happy. After all, the people there have been rotating nobility for eons from what she had seen of the Elder Tree.

“The Trees are the lower part of the island when the mountain is dangerous. The rains can wash things away … think of it like living at low tide and it comes in for several weeks on end.” She stated wondering if it wasn’t something he’d like, the living quarters were nice and everyone lived well to do.

As for the ‘castle’, there was one but she’d not been allowed in. It was considered ‘holy ground’. Only the King and Queen with the noble family chosen or raised there were free to walk its hallow halls. The only way they’d get to see it was when they took up their mantles.

“It’s said that those that take from the spring will suffer horrible curses or fates. The Queen that is ruling now gave me that as a parting gift. I could keep it or give it to the one I wished to be blessed by it. ” A small start to years of a long journey that Layla knew very little about aside from recent events.

“The ship we took here is a simple loss if need be, If you’re up for the travel then I have no objection to Sky. That and the view is always nicer ~’ Whether she spoke of the vast space of sky and sea or the blonde himself, one could only guess. 🕷

[tardytothepardy]

I Kinda Caved Again

But it wasn’t nearly as bad as last time. 

Basically, I aged up Kris early. Two days early, to be specific. I managed to play longer again, allowing me to get within two days of his birthday. All I had to do was play two more stupid days. One of those days was Harvestfest.

I just couldn’t though. He did that thing again, where Grim put him in the high chair, and since he was so busy being hungry that he called Grim to take him out, but he was so hungry that he was throwing a tantrum, and every time Grim put him in the high chair, he called Grim to take him out. And I just couldn’t deal with it. It was so dumb. So infuriating. So I aged him up early. 

(i initially gave him the vampires hair out of spite but it kinda grew on me so he’s gonna keep it. probably for the rest of his childhood, because i don’t usually change the outfits of the kids.)

For the news outside of Kris, everyone who hadn’t completed their aspirations before, now have. Tiffany got those 20 friends and maxed her charisma skill, Grim logged in those 100 hours at the computer, Nick got his A report card, everything that had to be done was done. Hooray!

So now Tiffany is doing the Painter Extraordinaire aspiration, and Grim’s doing the Nerd Brain one. I think it’s kinda fitting for Grim to do the Nerd Brain, as it focusing on the handiness skill. I���m not sure what I’ll do when it comes to the whole “fly off in a rocket ship” thing, because they’ll have to change into the astronaut suit, and they might not be able to go back to their Grim Reaper robes. 

And I kinda need them to stay in those robes. They’re a marker that Grim is not, in fact, a normal Sim. If Grim gets out of their robes, I might redress them and somehow forget that they are not a normal Sim. The whole thing’s weird. I’ll probably just cheat those requirements, like I did with the Computer Whiz career one. 

Speaking of Tiffany and Grim, I tried to have them go out on another date, but it cancelled itself again. There was no preexisting holiday this time, so I’m thinking it has to do with the fact that my Sim is trying to date the Grim Reaper, and the game does not like that. But it was a nice attempt. They spent some time at the Brindleton Bay park (which honestly is kinda small but it’s fine), and then they went home. 

Nick made some headway (very small headway though) in the Llama Scouts. He managed to get a badge, which I think promoted him to a Griffin Scout? Something like that. He was pretty pumped about it. I won’t intentionally have him complete all that, unless I’m bored with him. Trying to earn all of the badges is a good something for him to do. Pretty worthwhile, in my opinion. I’ve had one Sim go through all the ranks of the Llama Scouts before, and it was fine. Nothing real big deal. 

I believe that was mostly it, for today. Tomorrow brings larger challenges: Lottery Day and Harvestfest. On the Monday after Harvestfest, Tiffany will age up. I did manage to complete that little challenge I gave myself, of having her complete her aspiration before aging up. It cost her sleep though. But sleep is for the tired, and I kept her from being tired. She did end up being at least one hour late to work though. Sacrifices must be made in the name of stupid unofficiated obstacles. 

[dragonwitch77]

Sick: Wolfgang

Warning: Small mentions of blood

Log date: Day XXX

 It’s been some time since our thieving friend WX-78 left our base along with Chester. I wish I could say things have been going okay here but… Well, it’s not.

Willow certainly hasn’t let anyone forget about how much our robotic friend was going to burn if she ever sees them again and Webber… Oh geez. The poor boy is still broken hearted about the fact that WX stole Chester. Not that I would blame him.

Chester was like a faithful companion and trusted friend to Webber. He would spend hours on hours talking to that furry chest or run around with Chester following like regular walks or a substitute game of tag. Now a days, poor Webber just usually sits around moping or crying his little heart out. Doesn’t skip out on his jobs thank goodness, but it’s really depressing to seeing him like this.

Willow and I have tried to cheer him up on survival occasions, and results have been… variant. Sometimes we managed to succeed to make him smile, other times not so much. How I wish I hadn’t fixed that robot, then we won’t have to deal with this whole mess. (And Webber wouldn’t have to be so sad…) But there’s a lot of things I wished never happened.

A lot…

Anyway, preparations for winter have been steady. Since nothing was stolen… aside from Chester, surviving winter should be simple enough. We have enough food to get us through till spoilage or until we run low enough to be forced to forage. Though that is not my main concern for this winter. No. If my studies are correct (and when are they not?), this winter promises to be very cold.

Colder than our other experienced winters. Maxwell must be stepping up his game a little. (HATE THAT GUY) And if that’s true, then I’m very concerned for the well being of-

“Willow are you reading my journal again?!” Willow blinked sluggishly as the journal was snatched out from her grip, looking up at perturbed Wilson.

“Oh hey Wil. When did… you get here?” Willow asked slowly, sniffing and rubbing her nose against the blanket.

“Willow that’s unsanitary.” Wilson groaned, clutching his journal close to his chest. “And what are you doing out of your tent? I told you to wait in there till I got back!”

“But it was boooorrrrring! It’s no fun when you’re not here!” Willow whined.

“Willow, you’re risking your health if you continue to do stuff like this!” Wilson kneeled in front of her, feeling her forehead. He tsked, shaking his head in disapproval. “Your fever’s gone up. Get back inside your tent Willow, I’ll cook up something for you to help with the fever.”

“Nooooo. Don’t leave meeee!” Willow latched onto Wilson’s leg as he stood up, clinging onto it.

“Willow this is really not necessary!” Wilson tried to pry her off as gently as he could, but the fire starter would simply not let go. “I’m not your bear Willow! I’ll only be gone just a moment.”

“NonononononononononononononononononononoNO!” Wilson sighed, turning his head to look over his shoulder.

“Webber? Webber?” The spider child, sitting next to the fire and poking it with a stick, looked up. “Could you throw in some monster meat, frog legs, and a couple of carrots in the crockpot? I’m a bit… occupied at the moment.”

Webber didn’t say anything for a moment before nodding and getting up. “Thank you!” Wilson smiled, turning his focus back on Willow. “Willow, please. Let go of my leg.”

“No!”

)*(

Wilson wasn’t sure who was more childish.

Willow or Webber.

While Webber was arguably younger and technically a child himself, Willow acted more like a child on temper tantrum than her real age when she was down with the flu.

Honestly, she was a grown woman yet she needed nearly twenty-four hours of care and treatment. Wilson was always scared to leave her alone because that woman would wander away or get herself into trouble. And all the while she would whine, moan, cry, and act like a young child than be reasonable and let Wilson help her. And clingy. Very, very clingy.

For reasons unknown, Willow got very clingy to every personal object she was deeply attached to. A.k.a. Bernie, her lighter, occasionally Wilson, Webber (if he ever got close enough to grabbing range), fire pits, anything fire related, and the Life Giving Amulet Wilson gave her back in fall. (He was surprised she still had that. He was certain that she had used it when she went into the marsh to gather blue mushrooms.)

And for someone down with the flu, Willow certainly wasn’t frail. Her grip surely spoke for her. (And the small bruising on his legs.) Luckily, with persuasion (bribing) she relented her death grip.

“Feeling a bit better now?” Wilson asked, poking the fire with his stick. Willow sat across from him, snuggled deep in her cave of every blanket they had in the base. She so buried in deep that only the top portion of her face showed, along with a half-buried Bernie. She nodded, snuggling deeper into the pit of Beefalo skins and spider webbing.

“Good. At least that’s some good news.” Wilson hummed, throwing the stick in the fire. “… Willow. Stay on your side.”

“Aaaaaawwwwwwww! But you look so cold!”

“Willow, I appreciate that you’re concerned for me, but I must remind you that I have this.” Wilson pointed to his beard. “Along with this jacket and added thermal stone to keep me warm. You on the other hand…” Wilson trailed off.

He didn’t need to clarify anything. They both knew Willow was weak to the cold. It was her main big weakness (aside from the rain of course). Wilson had taken all precautions at winter in keeping Willow warm, less he would have to deal with her health and mental stability.

But of course it wasn’t a solid 100% plan.

Deerclops and added Hound attack helped see to that plan in shambles.

Thankfully they had stopped at the spare base that day when the attack happened. (Though not so thankfully it meant that all the healing supplies were back at the main camp.) No one died, which was good (and rare on his part), but they all took a pretty hard beating that day. Physically and mentally. Wilson practically had to drag Willow to the main base when she started screaming out death threats to the shadow creatures that were slowly coming into form.

Still, they had acquired some valuable resources that day, so it wasn’t total loss and disaster.

Until Willow came down with a cold.

It wasn’t as bad of a cold like Wilson first feared. Just a simple fever and a few sniffles. Nothing overly dangerous or life threatening. Still, he needed to keep an eye on Willow, just in case she did anything that could result in making her fever worse. (Just like their second winter together. That was a nightmare.) This winter seemed alright though. Small fever, no crazy antics, a well-stocked food supply, maintained walls for added protection, and plenty of wood for the fire.

The only thing they needed to worry about was another hound attack. But that wouldn’t be for a couple days now. So this should be a relatively easy winter this time.

Wilson should be able to relax and not worry about any—

“Gah!” Wilson jumped as he felt a poke on his shoulder, twisting around to find Webber standing behind him. “Webber! By science, how many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me like that? I could have had a weapon in my hands and attacked you.”

“… ‘m sorry…” Webber mumbled, not looking at Wilson and kicking the ground with his toe.

Wilson frowned. He wasn’t used to seeing Webber like this. So unhappy and sad. He hadn’t seen Webber be happy ever since WX-78 took Chester. “No no it’s fine. I’m sorry I acted that way. Is there something you need?”

Webber was silent for a moment, kicking the snow covered ground. “… we’re out of spider glands.” He finally said after a moment’s pause.

Wilson’s eyes widened. “What? That can’t be possible.” Wilson got up, heading to his chest and looking inside. Sure enough, there were no spider glands in his chest. “How can this be? We had twenty of them! We shouldn’t be out already!” He went over to Webber’s chest, finding it empty of glands as well. “Why are we out of glands?”

“We’re out of *achoo!* of glands?” Willow spoke up.

Wilson ran his hands through his hair, grabbing the strains and shook his head. “This can’t be right! I made sure we were well stocked up just before we left the fall base!”

“But didn’t you use some when we were attacked?”

“Well yes but—” Wilson stopped short, his eyes widening. The attack! Of course! They must have used up their glands when fighting Deerclops and the Hounds! How stupid was he?! Wilson slapped his forehead, running back to his chest.

“… what are you doing?”

“I’m going out for a bit.” Wilson took out his spear.

“WHAT?! DON’T LEAVE MEEEEEE!”

“Willow we need those spider glands!” Wilson hooked his Tail o' Three Cats whip to his belt, grabbing some torches as well. “They’re essential to our survival! Without them we won’t be able to heal, make any hearts, or healing salve!” He went over to the fire, picking up a heated thermal stone.

“BUT I DON’T WANT YOU TO GOOOO!” Willow whined, getting up from the ground.

“Willow, stay. You’re in no condition to leave this base.”

“BUT YOU’RE LEAVING MEEEE!”

“You’re sick! I don’t want you getting any worse!”

“Then don’t leave!”

“I have to! We need those glands! Another Hound attack is coming soon and we need to be prepared.” Wilson turned to leave. “Just stay here with Webber.”

“NOOO!” Willow lunged at Wilson, but thanks to her sickness, she was incredibly sluggish and slow. Wilson jumped out of the way, dodging her attempts to grab him.

“Willow please! I need to gather those glands before night fall!” Wilson pleaded as he dodged another lunge.

“But then I’ll be lonelllly!” Willow whined, making a grab at Wilson. Her hands managed to grab onto his spear, but Wilson still managed to escape her grasp.

Desperate for an escape, Wilson’s eyes landed on Webber. Poor sweet depressed Webber. Silently promising to make up for what he was about to do later, Wilson grabbed the surprised boy, using him as a decoy when Willow lunged and tossed him into her open arms and ran out from the base as fast as he could.

“WILLLLSSSSOOOOOOOOON! COME BAAAAAAACK!” Willow whined pitifully.

“… Miss Willow? Can… you let go of me?”

“No. You’re comfy.”

)*(

“Really Wilson, that wasn’t very nice of you to do that to poor Webber.” Wilson muttered to himself once he was far enough away from the base. He felt sorry for doing that to poor Webber, but the circumstance couldn’t be avoided. Though he would have to make up for it later to the poor boy.

“Okay, let’s see where we are.” Wilson took out his map, looking over the land marks before heading off.

Spider dens were far off from the base. Had to be since they posed a threat to develop a Spider Queen at level tier three. If their silk and glands weren’t so useful (and Webber enjoyed hanging out with creatures that were somewhat of his own kind), Wilson would have let Willow burn them all down and be rid of it all.

Though to be honest, it was rather easy to farm these creatures. Added with some help from Webber, the spiders were located somewhere safe and manageable to farm these small dangerous insects for their uses and keep the danger level low. But what Wilson loathed about it was the long walk getting to the spiders.

Yes, the spider dens were a good safe distance away from the base. Something Wilson both sighed in relief and groaned with disappointment. While he felt safe having the spider dens far away from the base, he hated how far of a walk he had to take once he needed to restock in spider glands.

But that wasn’t the worst part. Oh no! Spider gland collecting usually fell onto Webber since, well, being part spider he was the least likely to ever get hurt. So if he ever had a run in with Warrior Spiders or a Spider Queen, he would just be fine and dandy! Wilson on the other hand? He would be mauled to bits if he wasn’t careful!

(Those experiences were never a fun way to die…)

“Okay, you can do this Wilson.” Wilson took in a steady breath, unhooking his Tail o' Three Cats and tested the tension. “You’ve done this countless times before you met Willow and Webber.” (And WX-78.) “It should be easy. Webber’s bound to have set some traps down earlier, so you probably won’t need to worry too much heh heh… ehh…” Wilson gulped nervously as the familiar sign depicting a spider. (Webber hadn’t realized that he didn’t need to hold his breath while Willow sketched his head on the board. Poor boy almost fainted from lack of oxygen.)

Hyping himself, Wilson stepped out from the tree line… and did a double, then a triple, then a quadruple take as he wondered if his eyes were playing tricks him.

But they were not.

To Wilson’s greet horror, there was not one, not two, not three, but SEVERAL tier three spider dens.

“One, two, three, five, nine… oh dear science.” Wilson murmured with horror as he counted up the numbers of dens. Last time he checked this place, there had only been five newly placed spider dens. But now it seemed to have not only gone up to tier three nests, but had multiplied as well! “Oh dear science. Oh dear science, oh dear scienceohdearscienceohdearscienceohdearscience!”

Wilson wasn’t panicking! Panicking wasn’t very gentlemanly or refine! (If only his mother saw him now, how disappointed she would be to see him fall.) He most certain wasn’t wishing that Willow—no, wait, scratch that—that Webber was here right now with him!

“Pull yourself together Higgsbury!” Wilson hissed, pulling on his hair. “This is no time to panic!” He looked about the (oh dear science) tier three spider dens, clutching his whip to his chest tightly. He HATED spiders! (With the only exception of Webber.) And seeing this was a total nightmare for him!

“Look at this in a good way! At least none of them are out and roaming about!”

Maxwell decided to prove him wrong as the next two seconds dusk fell, and all the spiders left their dens. Even a (BLOODY SCIENCE) Spider Queen emerged and started walking about.

Wilson wanted to scream. So. SO. SO. SO BADLY right now! Scream to the sky high above. Scream at Maxwell’s stupid face. Scream at anything to vent his frustration out. (Or probably burn something down to the ground like Willow would do when she had too much pent-up emotions.)

But then again he would only be giving Maxwell the satisfactory in seeing him suffer. And he did not want to give that jerk any pleasure.

“Okay, new plan.” Wilson ducked behind a tree. “There’s at least a good number of normal spiders around. Just need to lure some of them away from the dens.” He checked his whip. “This whip won’t last very long against a group of warrior spiders, so best to be careful.” He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Okay. Okay. Lead away some normal spiders, don’t attract any warrior ones, don’t get spotted by the Queen Spider, and get back to base before Willow starts worrying and comes looking for you. Good plan Wilson. Good plan.” Wilson nodded, peeking out from behind the tree.

Looking right into the eyes of the Spider Queen.

“… bloody science.”

)*(

Wilson was an excellent runner.

Or, he rather believed himself to be a good runner since he kept finding himself running away from danger hot on his tail. Really, it was much too often that Wilson ran for his life from dangers, it was almost comedic!

At least he getting a fair amount of exercise from all this running Wilson thought as he rounded a tree, missing the Spider Queen’s attempt to lunge at him. Still, he knew he was in trouble. For one, his whip was no good against a Spider Queen. He had done plenty to tests of every weapon that he managed to craft against every hostile creature he’d encountered so far. (And the many deaths that followed.) He knew the worn down whip wasn’t going to last him against a Spider Queen at its peak. There was just no way.

He didn’t have any other weapon on him (Willow took his only spear) and he didn’t have the time or material to craft one. Looking back, Wilson nearly had a heart attack as he saw that the Spider Queen was gaining on him! And it didn’t help that she was being followed by a small horde of spiders.

Great. Just. Great.

He was probably going to die and waste a Meat Effigy. And lose his beard! WHAT ELSE COULD GO WRONG?!

At that moment, while Wilson was too busy glancing behind himself, he stepped on an ice patch. His footing slipped sharply to the side, making the poor scientist cry out in alarm as he fell face first on the hard cold ground. His jaw took a hard impact, almost biting down on his tongue, and his beard did little to nothing to cushion his fall. Stars swirled in his eyes before he shook off his daze and tried to get up.

There was a hiss and Wilson cried out in pain as teeth sunk into his leg. His body acted before he could think, whipping out his Tail o' Three Cats and cracking the whip at the Warrior Spider, sending it flying off his leg. It bounced once or twice before rolling to a stop against a long thin leg. A leg that belonged to a very large spider.

Wilson tried in vain to scoot back as the Spider Queen advanced towards him, her army of spiders getting closer to him with dead set intentions to kill.

The Queen narrowed its eyes at him, poison dripping from its fangs.

Wilson knew he was going to die. He just knew it. His leg was throbbing with pain and he was too tired to run anymore. He kept cracking his whip as the spider kept advancing, backing away more and more as they kept getting closer and closer.

Seeing his doom and with no escape, Wilson closed his eyes and waited for the first spider to jump at him.

There was a hiss, then a growl, then the sound of snow being disturbed and—

And Wilson was yanked back by the collar of his vest.

Wilson didn’t have time to open his eyes before he was suddenly tossed aside, but he was almost certain he heard a deep voice yell something that he didn’t understand. The hissing of angry spiders didn’t go unnoticed, with the accompany of angry yelling and the sickening sound of spiders being squished. The sound made Wilson’s stomach turn, and the scientist curled up on himself, covering his ears to muffle the sounds.

It was a while before the sounds died away, leaving Wilson in silence. Before he could open his eyes, footsteps (heavy ones) reached his ears. Weak was never what Wilson thought of himself. He had taken on many monsters, giants, and other worldly beings and managed (barely or none at all) to survive against them. But right now, though he would never admit it, he was feeling rather small at this point for such a huge oversight of dangers this winter.

And his wounded leg felt too numb to move, so running away was still not an option.

“Крошечный человек в порядке?” A deep voice rumbled above Wilson, making the scientist flinch and curl up even more on himself. In no doubt of his mind that Wilson knew that this was a person, a survivor like him, Willow, and Webber. But was this survivor friendly? Or we’re they another WX?

Wilson flinched again as (ohscienceohscienceohSCIENCE THOSE HANDS ARE HUGE!) he was lifted up off the ground. “Не хорошо спать в снегу. Снег хорош, но земля не удобна, чтобы спать на маленьком чел��веке.” The deep voice rumbled in what Wilson could only assume was laughter. If Wilson hadn’t felt tiny before, he certainly did now. “… Крошечный человек говорит по-русски?”

Wilson really wished to be back at the base where it was safe.

“… Is Tiny Man alright?” Wilson’s head perked up. “Leg is bleeding lots. Does not look good to Wolfgang.” Wilson blinked open his eyes, looking up at the… blurry person? Why was there a blurry person before him?

… And why did he feel so light… head… ed…

)*(

Yelling.

Wilson awoke to the sound of yelling. And a painful headache.

Groaning, he sat up, rubbing his temples. (It shouldn’t be this early for Willow to be yelling.)

“Oh! Tiny Man is awake! Good morning!”

“Morn’.” Wilson mumbled, yawning.

“Did Tiny Man sleep well last night? Wolfgang was worried for friend when Tiny Man didn’t respond to Wolfgang’s voice.”

Wilson sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Slept as well as anyone could in this place.” He turned to look at the owner of the voice… doing a double take. There was a very thin man sitting on a log next to Webber. A man only wearing a red and white striped jumpsuit that hung baggy on his body.

“Oh good! Wolfgang is happy new friend slept well! Now, could Tiny Man stop Fire Woman?” The thin frail looking man pointed to where a large smoke cloud was coming. “She has not stopped burning spiders for long time now.”

)*(

The man’s name was Wolfgang, and apparently he was the ‘world’s strongest man alive’…

Which was very doubtful in Webber’s eyes.

“Wolfgang does not lie! Wolfgang is strongest man alive!”

“But you look so thin. You couldn’t lift Mister Wilson up.”

Wolfgang scoffed, flexing his thin arm. “Wolfgang is thin because Wolfgang has not eaten in some time. When Wolfgang’s belly is full, he will be mighty again!”

“Where did you find this loon at?” Webber heard Miss Willow mumble to Mister Wilson as she helped him walk back to the base, which he just shook his head and shrugged.

)*(

It was hard to decide how to feel about their new ‘friend’.

For one, he was a slight improvement of their last friend. He helped around the base as much as he could, though… help wasn’t the right word as most of the help he tried to give required strength and… hoooh boy. Wilson kept patching the poor guy up more than she could count. At least he was trying. That, Willow could not deny. Not the best help, but still, he seemed okay enough for Wilson to vouch for him to stay.

And she was only letting stick man stay because one, he was super thin that bones could be seen against skin (yikes), two, he claimed to save Wilson’s life (which was still very hard to believe given how puny the guy was), three, he was trying to make himself useful in his temporary stay (which was… was not very helpful), four, the guy hated Maxwell (which was a small plus since who didn’t hate that guy?), and finally… he was at least friendly to Webber.

“And then what happened?”

“That’s when the elephant charged to Wolfgang! Swinging trunk around like angry tree!” Wolfgang swung his frail arm around his head as he told his story, engrossing Webber with his tale.

Willow wasn’t sure if it was alright to let the strange guy around Webber at first, but Wolfgang really didn’t seemed to be all that bad with the kid. In fact he was rather nice (once he got over the shock at first sight of him) and openly friendly with the spider. And Webber seemed to lighten up around Wolfgang, even cracking a few giggles and smiles.

“Well, they’re certainly getting along.” Wilson sighed.

“He seems to be okay. Though, I’m still doubting the ‘strongman’ thing.” Willow huffed, applying the salve against Wilson’s wounded leg. “Sorry.” She apologized as Wilson hissed with pain.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. The stinging means it’s working.” Wilson reassured her. “I’m just glad nothing vital was cut when that spider bit me. Still a nasty bite though.”

“And I’m still not believing that that guy saved you.” Willow pointed her thumb at Wolfgang.

Wilson frowned, looking at Wolfgang as he finished up his story. “Well, I… don’t actually know if he really was the person who saved me. The guy who did save me had big hands.” Wilson held up his own hands. “BIG hands. It made me feel so small in their grip.”

“Really?” Willow looked at Wolfgang with a raised brow. “That guy? Huge hands? As if!”

)*(

The howl signaled the attack before they could see the bloody beasts.

The first rays of sunshine signaled the new day, but the howl signaled the sign of the attack that was coming towards them. Wilson had hopped they had a few days to heal more before the next attack, but when was luck ever on their side?

“Mister Wilson! Mister Wilson! I can see them coming!” Webber, sweet Webber, shouted at his lookout point on the wall (the wall they had managed to build and worked so hard to ensure their base’s safety from attacks). Wilson cursed silently as he limped over to his chest and took out his Tentacle Spike.

“Friends have trouble with puppies too?” Wolfgang peeked out above the wall.

“They’re not puppies. They’re hounds! Mean doggies who like to bite us!” Webber explained as he got down from the wall. “And they’re going to tear our base apart if we don’t stop them!”

“Oh! Wolfgang will help defend friends!”

“No!” Willow stepped up, coughing into her fist. “No, you stay here and watch Webber. Wilson and I can deal with it.”

“Willow, no. I’ll handle it. You’re still too sick.” Wilson placed a hand on her shoulder, but she brushed him off, gripping her fire staff tightly.

“And you’re still hurt! You can’t expect to handle all those hounds on your own! You’ll get killed!”

“You’ll be killed too if you go out there!” Wilson countered.

“So?! At least both my legs can still get me out of danger instead of hobbling away!”

“There’s no guarantee that you’ll be able to out run them! And what if they bite you?! Do you know how many germs could be in a hound’s mouth?! You’ll be down with something much worse than a simple flu!”

“Uh guys?”

“So?! At least I won’t be torn to shreds!”

“Guys?”

“Oh don’t start on me with that!”

“Guuuyss?”

“And why not?! You get mauled to death nearly every month!”

“Not on purpose if that’s what you’re—”

“GUYS!”

“NOT NOW WEBBER! CAN’T YOU SEE WE’RE ARGUING?!” The adults yelled at Webber. Their anger vanished when a yelp sounded out and an Ice Hound’s head smashed through the wall. They had no time to process what happened before an angry yell tore through the air.

Sprinting (and hobbling) towards the entrance, Wilson and Willow peeked out to see the biggest, beefiest, human man either of them had ever seen, punching Hounds left and right, laughing like he was having the time of his life as he tossed the beasts as if they were just ragdolls.

Jaws hit the floor as both adults could only stare in shock as the man single handily took on the Hounds. Only Webber was the only one cheering the man on from his lookout spot on the wall, watching them punch an Ice Hound’s face in.

“Go Wolfgang go! Hit ‘em left and right! You’re gonna win this fight! Stick ‘em up to those mean doggies then go attack the froggies! Go go Wolfgang go! Yaaaaaay!”

)*(

When the last Hound was dealt with (and once their shock had worn off) and every Monster Meat, tooth, and any blue gems that were dropped were collected, there was only one thing on everyone’s mind.

“HOW THE BLOODY HECK DID YOU GET SO HUGE?!” Willow screamed (with some minor coughing), poking the thick muscle of Wolfgang’s chest. “You literally were nothing but bones in a skin suit minutes ago!”

Wolfgang smiled, flexing his massive arm. “Fire Woman impressed?”

“Very. Very impressed.” Willow nodded her head, looking Wolfgang up and down. “But how did you get so big and beefy so quickly? And why are your hands so huge?!” She grabbed one of his hands, placing her own hand against it and awed at the sheer size comparison. “You’re hands are like meaty hammers! Wilson! Look how huge his hands are!”

“I saw Willow.” Wilson mumbled, eyes trained on Wolfgang’s arm, examining it thoroughly. “… This doesn’t make any sense. Just moments ago you looked to be on death’s door, and now? Now you’re in perfect health! How could this have happened?”

“Ha! Tiny Man funny!” Wolfgang laughed, lifting the arm Wilson was examining and by extension Wilson himself. “Wolfgang said it before! When Wolfgang’s belly is fully, he becomes mighty!”

“But that doesn’t make any sense!” Wilson dangled on Wolfgang’s arm, kicking his legs (and suddenly missing being on solid ground) and trying to hoist himself up.

“Oh! Oh! Pick me up! Pick me up!” Webber came running up, holding his arms up and bounced in place. “Plllllease pick me up Mister Wolfgang! I want to be held too!”

Wolfgang chuckled, scooping Webber up with his free arm and set him on his shoulders. Webber’s eyes sparkled as he viewed his new high point. “Does Spider Child like being tall?” Wolfgang asked.

“YES!”

“Uhh Wolfgang? Could you please be so kind to put me down? My feet can’t touch the ground…”

“Hey why do you guys get to play with Wolfgang? I want to join in! Lift me up big guy!”

“Willow please! Don’t encourage him!” Wilson’s pleads fell on deaf ears as Wolfgang lifted Willow up, holding her high as she smiled at Wilson.

“What’s the matter Will? Feeling tiny?”

“You’re only taller by two inches Willow! I’m not short!”

“Tiny Man is tiny to Wolfgang.”

“You don’t count!”

“I’m so taaaaallll!”

“I think I’m going to like having this guy around! We could use the extra muscles!”

“Wolfgang is mighty!”

“Please Put Me Down!”

“TAAAAALLLLLLL!”

And at that moment, Wolfgang’s stomach growled and shrunk. Everyone screamed out in alarm as the now wimpy Wolfgang struggled to hold them all up, only to fall backwards and land in a pile. Sitting up, each survivor glanced at each other before bursting out into fits of laughter.

)*(

“Disgusting. What a revolting sight.”

Maxwell hissed as he watched the sickening display shown in the orb before him, frowning deeply as the frail strong man brought the group into a hug.

“You certainly are surrounding yourselves with sickening joy aren’t you?” He summoned a lit cigar, biting down on it. “And got yourself a new member in your rag tag team.” He waved his hand, summoning another orb. “Well, you’re not the only ones I suppose. Few of the others are teaming up as well.”

Taking a long drag, Maxwell let the smoke sit in his mouth for a moment before letting it out. “Frankly, I was hoping for bloodshed and backstabbing than team ups and tagalongs.” He glared at the new orb. “Especially from you.”

The new orb showed a small little figure sitting on top of a fallen pillar in one of the Chess Biomes, gazing intently at a small flower held protectively in their hands.

“Really, I wasn’t expecting you of all people to want company from others. Since you’ve already have someone to watch your back.” The small figure looked up from the flower to the distance, tilting their head a bit before carefully pocketing in their skirt and sliding off the marble. Maxwell’s eyes narrowed, taking another drag of his cigar. “Then again. Maybe you need the extra protection. Can’t always rely on your sister on can we?”

The small figure moved to a certain distance before another figure’s image appeared, stopping before them and looking up. Their mouth was moving, but the orb couldn’t produce a single sound. Or maybe the figure was speaking quietly and he just couldn’t hear it over the (agonizing, horrible, torturous, never ending, hellish, unbearable, excruciating, accursed) Gramaphone’s music. Whatever or whichever it was, he did not care.

What he did care about was the survivors suddenly mingling together. How and why they were able to suddenly find and mingle with each other was still a mystery to Maxwell. In normal circumstances, there should only be one survivor for each of his worlds. That was how it always started and began for each survivor that he took.

That all changed however when Higgsbury somehow landed in an already occupied world. (Or was it the fire woman that landed in Higgsbury’s world? He couldn’t recall which one occupied the world first.) He was sure the fire obsessed woman would certainly skewered the man through when she first laid eyes upon him. (He could certainly remember the times her spear almost getting him in the head.) But NO. No she spared him, letting him live and forming their small ridiculous group that faced his world with renewed energy and hope that made him want to vomit blood.

Although, he did rather enjoy watching the rather amusing misfortunes that fell upon Higgsbury thanks to the fire woman. He certainly didn’t think a man could scream that high and fret over such little things stuck in their hair. What man obsessives over hair? And seeing all his work go up in flames was very satisfying.

But as amusing as it was for a while, the fun didn’t stay long as more survivors somehow kept winding up in the particular world.

The spider child he could overlook as a small mishap. Dead was dead, yet he didn’t think the child would be revived so easily like that. Then again, Higgsbury was quiet a sentimental man Maxwell had ever encountered. He still didn’t understand how burying the skull in a grave brought the child back to life, but he had more things to focus on than figuring that one out.

The robot however was a completely different story. Somehow the automaton stumbled into that world, and still sustaining its injuries from the other world it crossed over from. Maxwell had searched every corner of both worlds, and still could not find out how the robot managed to cross over to that world and then to another world later on.

And now there was the strong man.

Maxwell had been unsure before, but now he was certain that there was something with this certain world that was allowing survivors to cross over. But what was it? A vial? A thin crack in the worlds? Or was it a force that was messing with him?

A force like… her.

His stomach dropped as the thought of her crossed his mind.

No. No, this was not her work. She wouldn’t do something like this. Whatever it was. There was no clear pattern and there was no motive Maxwell could think of that would clear things up.

Still, he had to wonder. What was causing survivors to cross paths in different worlds?

He looked at the first orb again, watching the group sitting around the fire eating breakfast. The strong man was back to his muscle form again, letting the spider child sit on his head. Higgsbury seemed to be fretting over the child’s safety as the fire woman was (literally) sitting in the fire.

How such a ragtag team managed to survive for so long was beyond him. (Higgsbury’s track record of survival certainly didn’t help very much.) He certainly didn’t want this to keep going. Yet, it was intriguing to see how far they would go to surviving working together.

This group was managing by so far. Others were struggling to trust one another before back stabbing and traitors started popping up here and there.

Though, this world wasn’t the only one with compatible team work.

There was a few other groups who were managing to survive together. Small, and don’t tend to last long, but still managing to survive none the less. Though the last group got trampled by a Deerclops and all perished. Not a single ghost appeared though. Pity. He did like that group.

None the less, he would have to keep an eye on Higgsbury’s group for a while. Who knows who else might pop up next?

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Heaven Can’t Wait - Chapter 2

Chapter Two - One Life Saved Is One Life Saved

“Would you shut her up,” Miller hisses. “You know these things don’t always hunt alone.”

“I’m trying.” Bellamy pushes back the little girl’s dirty, matted hair—she looks about three-years-old. Her face is caked in mud and tears, but he doesn’t find any obvious signs of injuries. She’s just scared. “It’s going to be okay,” he tells her softly, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. “You’re safe now.” She sniffles, smearing snot across her cheek with the back of her hand. He squeezes her shoulders with a smile. “See? You’re okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Miller mutters.

Bellamy ignores him. “Do you have a name, sweetheart?” The girl blinks at him through a tangle of wet lashes—her chocolate-brown eyes never leaving his. He tries again in broken Grounder, mispronouncing most of the words and wishing he’d paid more attention. She cocks her head but doesn’t answer. He thinks she understands, though.

“God, your Grounder is terrible. Let’s just go. I don’t want to be out here when this storm breaks. I happen to like my skin on my bones.”

The little girl begins whimpering again as soon as Bellamy stands. Her lip quivers, and after years of dealing with Octavia, he knows she’s on the verge of a full-on tantrum. “It’s okay,” he tells her in what he hopes is a soothing voice. “We’re going to take you somewhere safe.”

“What if she has a family?” Miller asks. “Maybe they’re looking for her.”

Bellamy shoots him a look. “I thought you wanted to go home?”

Miller arches an eyebrow.

“We are not leaving her.”

Miller sighs. “Then just grab her. We don’t have time for this.”

Behind them, the sky lights up, and the thunder that follows rocks the ground. Miller’s right—there’s no time to search for a family. Besides, it doesn’t look like anyone’s taken care of her in a long time. Bellamy lifts her into his arms. She weighs almost nothing like she hasn’t eaten in days. How long has she been out here? Where is her family? How could they just abandon her like this?

He squashes the growing anger and wraps his jacket around her tiny, shivering body. “It’s going to be okay, sweetie. You’re safe now.” He repeats it over and over as they walk until, eventually, her breathing evens out and her body goes limp. Bellamy sighs with relief.

Miller side-eyes him. “You’re like a natural at that.”

“At what?”

“That.” He waves at Bellamy and the girl. “Like kid stuff.”

Bellamy shrugs. “I had Octavia to practice on.”

Miller snorts. “I can’t imagine Octavia ever being that small and helpless.”

Bellamy laughs, too. “Small, yes. Helpless, never.” He runs a hand over the girl’s head then rests it on her back, feeling the rise and fall of her breaths. She does remind him an awful lot of Octavia. Fierce and determined. And brave. Octavia had a strength Bellamy always admired even when they were kids. It was what was going to get her through everything that had happened. Everything he’s done to her. He forces down a sudden lump in his throat. Not the time to think about that.

Thunder booms suddenly, startling the girl. She screams then buries her face in his neck with a muffled sob. Her fingers twist into his hair. He whispers comforting words into her ear as they pick up the pace.

“We’re not going to make it,” Miller says, looking back at the mountains.

Bellamy glances over his shoulder. He can no longer tell where the sky ends and the clouds begin. It’s one giant, roiling mass, crackling with electricity and spitting lightning. Icy fingers of fear wrap around his chest, squeezing out the air. “We need to find cover.”

“The cave?”

Another deafening clap of thunder shakes the ground so hard he can feel it in his bones. The grip around his neck threatens to strangle him. Bellamy checks the storm again—it’s moving fast to the east cutting them off from the hills around Mt. Weather. He shakes his head. “We’ll never make it. The dropship is closer.”

They veer south in a desperate dash to outrun the outer edge of the storm. With every flash of lightning and roar of thunder, the girl squeezes him tighter, yanking his hair. The air is charged, prickling his skin and making every hair on his arms stand up. He pulls the collar of his jacket over the girl’s head, trying to cover as much of her as he can. Then they run. Faster than Bellamy’s ever run before.

“We’re going to cut it close,” Miller says through gasps.

Bellamy’s lungs burn, but he doesn’t slow. He dodges a boulder then hops a log, barely managing to keep his balance when he lands. Ahead, he sees the dropship towering over the trees. Miller hits the ramp as the first raindrops sizzle around them. Shit. Bellamy ducks under some low-hanging branches then dives into the dropship, rolling with the girl.

Miller pulls the lever before Bellamy’s all the way in, closing the door. He leans against the wall with a relieved sigh. “That was close.”

“No kidding.” Bellamy sits up and attempts to pry open the little fingers tangled in his hair, but the girl refuses to let go. He tries to reassure her with circles on her back like his mother used to do. It always worked with Octavia. At the least, her trembling subsides even if she continues to cling to him like velcro.

“What are we going to do with her?” Miller asks after a while.

Bellamy tucks her hair behind her ear. Her face is streaked with tears though she’s no longer crying. That has to be a good sign. “I don’t know. Maybe we can find a grounder family to take her.”

“That’s probably for the best. They’d know how to take care of her a hell of a lot better than us.”

Bellamy snorts. “Was that ever on the table?”

Miller rolls his eyes with a laugh. “You know what I meant.” He throws a spent shell casing at him, but it bounces off of the girl’s back, startling her. Bellamy glares. “Why’d you do that? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Sorry,” Miller mumbles. He shoves off the wall. “I’m going to go look upstairs.”

Bellamy slides over to the wall, trying to get comfortable. He manages to get the girl to let go of his neck. She curls up in his lap, thumb in her mouth. His eyes drift shut—his breathing matching the slow rise and fall of her chest. Outside, the storm rocks the dropship, throwing gale-force winds and acid rain at the already battered ship. He wonders how much more it can take. “We’ll be safe for now,” he murmurs into the girl’s hair. I hope.

The girl snorts then presses her face into his chest with a sigh. Bellamy smiles, hugging her closer. Maybe some good came of their mission after all. One life saved is one life saved. It’s not enough to balance out the evil he’s done, but it’s a start. It has to be or… Or what? I can’t live with myself? Can’t keep living? He shakes the thought from his head. He’s not quite that pathetic yet.

And it’s too late to atone for your sins after you’re dead.

He lets the girl’s gentle snores lull him to sleep, and for once, he doesn’t dream of the demons chasing him.

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Dadda

Characters - Reader, Dean, Sam, Mary, Castiel and Phoebe.

Summary - Part 10 of my Baby Winchester series! 

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Ever since you found out you were pregnant there was one thing you wanted to do, set up an email account for your baby, it seems weird. Yet to you it was the most secure way of giving your unborn child a memory and photo album without the risk of it being stolen. Charlie had performed her magic on it so it was fully encrypted and non accessible unless you had the 5 codes, one for you, Charlie, Phoebe, Sam and Dean. It seemed over the top yet as a hunter you could never be too careful.

Since Phoebe was born you’d sent many an email to her address’ one to send adorable baby photos, the other to inform her of her father’s mark of cain affliction. You still weren’t 100% sure if you’d give Phoebe the hunter’s email address, yet you and other hunters still emailed her, such as Jody, Donna, Claire and occasionally Cas.

You’d sent Phoebe (who before she was born was known as bean) The videos of her baby shower, and shopping videos. Any form of memory you shared with Sam, Dean or your hunting family made it’s way into the emails as you all began to realise time with other hunters was short lived.  

Not once did you log into the email addresses you’d set up for Phoebe, you wanted her to watch the videos and read the emails when she was old enough and safe enough. You feared she would never be safe, when she was born you felt the bunker was the safest place in the world for her to be.

Many a time you’d sat in the bunker with Phoebe as it was the safest place to you. During hunts Dean insisted you stayed home on you sent emails to Phoebe with a few photos or videos attached. When Dean had decided to take the Mark of Cain upon himself you decided to exclude it from the updates you sent Phoebe, not knowing how it would end for Dean and yourself. It was months before you sent a truthful email to Phoebe’s email, you felt guilty for lying to her, yet at the same time you didn’t know what was going to happen to her father. Even now you weren’t too sure how to phrase the email to tell Phoebe her father had the first curse and had subsequently become a demon. Which resulted in over a month of you hiding in Europe with burner phones and fake names.

Once again attempting to send an email to Phoebe informing about the affect the first curse had on Dean was difficult, yet since yourself and Dean had promised to tell Phoebe everything that happened in her life, you felt you needed to include it.

You had left it weeks before informing Phoebe of what had happened with the darkness and her fathers’ obsession with Amara, the weird bond he had with her made you uncomfortable. You left the latest update as a draft as you weren’t too sure as to how the week would go for yourself and Dean. Your plan was to leave it until the end of the week to update Phoebe’s email, yet when you heard of Dean’s new plan which would most likely end in him dying, you ran to him, in an attempt to save him. Save the man you loved.

As you packed up a bag to take Phoebe with you to find Sam and Dean you received a call from Sam.

“Y/N, I don’t know what happened, Dean is gone, he’s disappeared I don’t know if he’s alive or not.” Sam informed you frantically as you took in the information.

You also received a call from Cas. “Y/N. I believe Dean is dead.”

That was it, all he said. The love of your life was dead.

In the hours after those phone call Sam told you he would be heading back to the bunker with Cas. You informed him you’d stayed put yet after 30 minutes and no word from anyone you decided total Phoebe out to a park which was 20 minutes away. You watched her play and squeal with happiness as you helped her down the slide, and pushed her on the swing.

You decided to make your way back to the bunker but before you stopped at the store to get supplies you all needed, everything you were doing was taking your mind off Dean and the situation he could be in. As you reached the store Phoebe began to throw a tantrum over a stuffed toy, having a child seemed to be tougher than you thought yet when your 16 months old throws a tantrum when your boyfriend may have been killed by God’s sister, it seems much tougher.

You weren’t the type of mother to cave to her daughter’s demands, yet today you did. After buying her the stuffed toy you piled back into the car before speeding off back to the bunker. The to the bunker wasn’t fully locked, something which wasn’t uncommon yet with the current situation you found it a little odd.

With Phoebe in one arm and the shopping in the other you began to descend the stairs you dumped the shopping on the war table before realising what was on the floor. Blood. Pulling your gun from your handbag you held Phoebe close to your chest cocking it as you moved to grab your phone with the same hand which held your gun.

“Siri call Sam Winchester.” You spoke into the empty room informing your phone of what to do. After a few dials the phone line went dead. “Siri call Sam Winchester.” You repeated as you worried Sam’s phone was off. Upon no answer you tried Castiel, Dean, Crowley and Rowena for good measure.

“Oh Phoebe what is happening.” You asked your daughter as you rummaged through the bag of shopping to give Phoebe her toy, placing her on the library floor away from the blood you handed her the toy as you ran back up the stairs to lock the bunker door. You must have checked it at least 20 times, the warding too. “Okay Phoebe, Let’s get you somewhere safe and try and get someone to answer their phone.” You smiled at her as you spoke avoiding worrying her, you set off towards her nursery knowing it had further warding, which was the safest place ever.

20 minutes later all of your calls were going unanswered, Phoebe was peacefully playing with her new toy. At this point you’d switched the safety on your gun and your mind was racing trying to think of what to do now. That’s when you heard it, the bunker door slamming shut, someone was here, you scooped Phoebe up in your arms, too afraid to leave her alone. You once again cocked your gun, the gun Dean had given you 3 years ago as a Christmas gift, the gun that never left your side, it was your version of a comfort blanket.

One of the things you’d taught Phoebe from an early age was ‘hush’ with your finger raised to your lips, you’d never wanted to use it but her knowing when to be quiet was vital for a potential situation. One like this, she was smart and took in your facial expression which now was most likely full of fear, she gripped onto the collar of your shirt (technically Dean’s shirt) as she buried her face in your neck. Placing a kiss to the top of her head you made your way out of the bunker towards the noise origin, your gun aimed out before you, the grip you had on Phoebe was strong, the one she had on you even more so.

As you reached the library you saw no one, nothing disrupted, everything as it had been, as you began to walk further into the room the sound of a gun clicking sounded behind you.

“Hands in the air get on your knees.” The female voice ordered behind you.

“Who are you?” You questioned grasping Phoebe tighter to your chest.

“Hands now.” She ordered once more.

You turned to face her, gun still armed and aimed towards her as a barrel of a gun was aimed towards your chest, where Phoebe was. The woman you recognised didn’t drop her gun but took in the child in your arms. “Please let me get her safe and then i’m yours.” You pleaded with the woman as you unarmed your own gun and placed it on one of the library tables.

“Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah, it’s okay, it’s okay. She’s my girlfriend.” Dean placed himself between the gun and you and Phoebe. “Baby.” He gushed as he turned to you, hugging both you and Phoebe before kissing you.

“Dean. You’re alive? Castiel told me you were dead.” You felt tears in your eyes as you spoke.

“I’ll tell you everything, where’s Sam?” Dean questioned you.

“I don’t know he said he was heading her with Cas, I took Phoebe out to the park for a bit and when I got back, no Sam, no Cas and there’s blood on the floor.” You informed Dean of all you knew, as soon as you finished talking Castiel burst through the bunker door.

“CAS.” Yourself and Dean chimed in unison.

“Dean, you’re alive? What happened with the bomb and the darkness?” Castiel asked Dean as he hugged him.

“Long story, Where’s Sam?” Dean questioned in response.

“We came back here there was a woman waiting for us she blasted me away. I don’t know who she was, I don’t know what happened to Sam.” Can filled Dean and yourself in on what had happened to Sam.

“Not an Angel, a Demon, a Woman?” Dean questioned as his brow furrowed.

“Yes.” Cas responded bluntly.

“Angels?” The woman questioned Dean.

“Er yes, this is Castiel. He’s an angel.” Dean replied to the woman. “Y/N, Cas, this is my mother, Mary.” Dean continued to speak.

“How?” You questioned opened mouthed as you finally recognised the woman before you from Sam and Dean’s family photos.

“Amara brought her back.” Dean replied as he glanced over to you and Phoebe.

“Mary, this is Y/N my girlfriend and Phoebe our daughter, your granddaughter.” Dean informed his mother of her new relative. You watched as her eyes grew wide in shock as she looked between you and Phoebe.

“Hi Mary, It’s lovely to meet you, weird but so lovely.” You blurted out. “Sorry I didn’t mean…” You stopped yourself from talking further.

“Dadda.” Phoebe’s innocent voice filled the room as she stretched her arms out towards Dean. Handing her over to Dean you began to question Cas focusing on the missing Winchester instead of the one who was back from the dead.

“When did this happen?” Dean asked Cas as he sat in a chair, Phoebe in his lap.

“9am.” Cas informed Dean as he opened up a laptop and began to search on Castiel’s information.

“Is that a computer?” Mary asked as she watched Dean in awe.

“Yes, I don’t trust them.” Cas replied as he looked at Mary.

“Got something, an SUV ran a red light a few blocks from here.” Dean spoke interrupting the silence. “Not another car for 20 minutes.” Dean added as he zoomed in to get a plate.

You stood watching Dean as he clarified the number plate image, Phoebe grew restless in Dean’s lap as she had a look of a near melt down on her face. “Do you want to show Daddy what you got today baby?” You asked her knowing it was stuffed in the back of your jeans. “Ready?” You teased her as she giggled holding her hands out towards you. As you placed the stuffed teddy in her hands Dean overexaggerated his excitement which only made Phoebe more excited.

“What is that?” Dean questioned Phoebe as he cuddled her tighter to his chest.

In response she shoved the bear in Dean’s face and began to wiggle it around, somewhat taunting him.

“Can Daddy have it?” Dean asked her.

She held it out in her hand, just as Dean was about to grab it she threw it sloppily in your direction.

“Do you think that’s who has Sam?” You asked Dean whilst Phoebe was distracted.

“Yes.” Dean replied.

After a few minutes of planning you had decided to stay home with Phoebe purely for her safety, you wished Dean would do the same, yet he wouldn’t dream of it if Sam was in danger. You waved them off in the early morning. Castiel, Dean and his newly back from the death Mother, that was going to take some getting used to.

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Entry 285

 “Mila, everyone abandoned me!” I whined, purposefully being dramatic as I sprawled in my chair.  “I don’t even have any work today!  Whatever shall I do?”

 “First off, I never abandoned you and am most offended at the accusation.  If anyone gets ignored, I do.  Think of all the times I’m asked for assistance and then promptly forgotten as if I were merely a piece of furniture.  I don’t know why you’d even ask me when you don’t count me as present.” she replied in a huff.

 Spinning my chair away from the screen and crossing my arms, I said, “Fair point.  I shouldn’t be talking with you.”

 “No, you shouldn’t.  You might distract me from my conversation with the master.” she confirmed.  “Mmm… he can be so distracting.”

 “How many computers has Alma destroyed after hearing you flirt with James?” I asked, picturing her having a little tantrum in frustration.

 “None, yet, though she did melt the case of a monitor at one point.” she admitted, making her voice sound like a conspiratory whisper.  As she spoke, she also spun my chair to face the screen again.

 My lovely Madeleine wasn’t fairing well in the sunlight, and a number of the nearby guildmates were shouting concerned messages in guild chat.  I quickly reactivated her protections and asked if anyone could spare some blood in local chat.  With no one answering my request, I used the cry emote repeatedly until I guilted a couple to step up.  Activating my custom feed emote sent Madeleine jumping onto the back of a very large boy in armor.  She fed until half of his health was gone, which seemed to have alarmed the poor boy until I promptly healed him.  Being a healer and a vampire in this game really did have a wonderful perk of easy food.

 Ariadne’s ability to do that outside of the game was truly remarkable.  I wanted to see her again, but I wasn’t crazy enough to contact a two-thousand-year-old woman and take a plane to see her for just a few minutes.  She was busy.

 “Mr. Tanky-man.  Have any interesting quests?” I asked in chat.

 “Uh…  I’m actually about to log.  I’ve got work.” he replied.  “Thanks for the healing.  I’ll be sure to contact you when I’ve got something good.”

 I thanked him and waved him on.  Everyone knew vampire characters were weak during daytime in the game, so we weren’t the most popular ones to have around outside during the day, unless the quest would end up in a cave or other dark place.  Give us darkness and none shall surpass our power!

 “I’m only giving that evil laugh a four.  You clearly weren’t putting your usual zeal into it.” stated Mila.

 Grinning, I laughed with a touch more mania.

 “Yes, much better.  Solid seven.” she assured me.

 “I’ll get ten one day.  Just you wait.”

 We continued chatting as I took Madeleine off to the guild library, deciding to study one of those language books Raine had mentioned.  The sheer size of some volumes was a bit daunting when the material just had to be dull, dry at best.  The book on goblin was humorously pitiful, as if a goblin had crafted the volume with all the love they could manage.  The cover was poorly stitched together from mismatched hides with the excess left attached in a way that made the book seem terribly misshapen.  The pages weren’t any better.

 Hours later, I finally finished the relatively small volume with Mila’s help on pronunciation.  My memory was quite good compared with the average of the world as far as I knew, but I occasionally felt a touch slow in this house.  Hanging out with Raine could be having detrimental effects on my psyche, but I wasn’t going to stop.  She was far too delightful to avoid.  Besides, a half-demon and a vampire being friends just made sense.

 One of the many wonderful perks of being a vampire outside of the game was that my muscles didn’t cramp from sitting in any ridiculous position for too long.  I could tie myself in a knot and walk away a century later, provided I had food delivered.  Portentia’s willingness to be my lunch was such an enormous perk of this household.  I didn’t feel James fully appreciated how incredible her blood was.  In his defense, he probably wouldn’t enjoy the taste as I did and certainly wouldn’t gain the benefits.  Just a mouthful was an overdose for me, but I was very young for a vampire.  My parents weren’t even certain there was another alive who had been born instead of made, though rumors suggested that Zachary⁠—youngest of the first vampires⁠—had been.  Ariadne could surely tell me if I contained my awe of her long enough to ask.

 Eventually deciding upon a few quests, I kept myself busy even after my friends started returning home.  Surprisingly, James missed dinner.  Mila merely explained that he was indisposed and wouldn’t be requiring a meal.  Everyone knew he was here.  Mila confirmed our hunches throughout the next couple days.  James never left but remained too “indisposed” to be seen.  Alma wasn’t the only one left restless by his absence, though being his fiancée along with her fiery disposition didn’t help her state of mind.  Apparently, he hadn’t even replied to her messages.

 Despite the numerous worries posed in passing by members of the household, peace largely reigned when Alma wasn’t around, pacing and cursing.  Even without James being seen, there was a very peaceful effect from his magic, easing worries while providing a sense of security.  James was our friend as well as the founder of a company that provided a home and mission for both human and nonhuman outcasts.  Even Lady Pendreigh, with all of her influence, was an outcast who had wandered the world without really knowing a sense of home until she came here.  Even if James remained indisposed for years, I would be thankful to him.

 Brushing a tear from my eye, I smiled ruefully.  Vampires could be extraordinarily sentimental, eventually having centuries or even millennia of memories in which to get lost.  My parents were dead, but their wisdom was still with me.

 On Thursday, I heard the rush of air as Alma sprinted toward the stairs without using all of her typical spells for protecting her surroundings.  Not seeing James since Monday had apparently been too much, and I smiled, knowing I’d get to see him again as well.