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Wolf Quest Anniversary Edition, Family Tree of my 10-Generation Legacy playthrough. Finally got the 10th generation grown up and now need to decide who will be chosen to do an old age playthrough. 

Neo completely surprised me at the end by turning out gorgeous white, thought he’d be darker for sure whilst Dove who was a white pup is darker :D Damn it, I really wanted to pick one of the girls but Neo is calling me XD

Started with Arcadia in September 2021 and now finally with some breaks in between gens to de-stress, finished 10 generations. Hooray.

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Fictober20 - Prompt 31: “I trust you”

fanfiction: Prompt number: 31 - "I trust you" Fandom: Spidey/Avengers Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: None. Note: Continues from Prompt 29.

Bucky breathed heavily as he stared up at the burning building, half of it turned to rubble while the rest held firm. Steve lay beside him seemingly in shock after Bucky forced them both to jump out the window form the seventh floor. But there were more pressing concerns first. "Nat, Clint?! Are you there?! Did you get out?!"

The comm crackled but gave no response. Bucky waited a few seconds before trying again. "Clint, Natasha!? Are you alright?! Please respond!"

Steve mumbled something before suddenly lurching to his feet. Bucky barely got on his feet in time to restrain his friend who seemed eager to run back into the burning building, what was left of it.

"Let me go!" He yelled, straining against his hold. "Peter! He's in there, I got to get him out!"

"Snap out of it, Steve! It was a trap, Peter was never in there!"

"No, no he has to be. He was here. We tracked him here. I promised I'd bring him home!"

Guilt. Grieve. Loss. Steve was spiraling and who could blame him. His husband was stabbed and would have died if they hadn't found him in time; his son was taken and brainwashed or something; and now they thought they'd found him and instead almost got killed themselves.

Steve had promised an unconscious Tony to bring Peter home to him. Now with his most recent failure burning to the ground, he was drowning.

"Steve, it's alright. We'll find him and Tony will recover. We'll fix this." Bucky held his friend as he crumbled in his arms, finally allowing himself to feel everything that he'd been holding back. He didn't need to be the leader right now, or be Captain America. He was just a parent and a husband who needed a little help to cope with it all.

"Bucky?! Do you copy?! Clint and I got out safely. Are you two alright?!"

"Yes, we're out." Bucky quickly responded as best he could while having his arms full of a devastated Steve. "Let's get the hell out of here."

"Friend Bucky! I have located young Peter."

"What?!" He shared a surprised look with Steve. "You've got Peter?!"

"Yes. I saw him escape the area. He was nearby. I knocked him unconscious."

"He must have used a detonator with a short range. He had to stay close." Clint pitched in.

"Thor, get him back to the Tower but restrain him. We don't know what was done to him."

"Understood, friend Bucky."

"Buck?" Steve sounded so insecure, it broke Bucky's heart. It had been a long time since Steve had been this subdued.

He grabbed his shoulder in support, looking him dead in the eye. "We'll save him." He said it with as much conviction as he could muster. Peter was family. They would do everything in their power to fix this.

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Fictober20 - Prompt 30:  “just say it”

fanfiction Prompt number: 30 - "just say it" Fandom: Merlin [bbc] Rating: G [General Audiences] Warnings: None.

Notes: This prompt did not go the way I planned it. I began writing fully intent of having Arthur say the prompt when I suddenly found Merlin saying it XD Those sneaky boys taking control of this drabble like that XD

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"Is that all?" Merlin turned to him, clearly unsure of what he was hinting at. "There's nothing you have to tell me?"

"Not that I know, Arthur, but you sure seem to think so. Why not enlighten me?" The tone was teasing, a hint of a taunt in there. Clearly Merlin did not suspect anything important. Well, he was about to be surprised.

"So you don't have some secret you've yet to share with me?" Finally a reaction. Merlin shifted uncomfortably, but his face betrayed nothing. Arthur never noticed how good a liar Merlin actually was, though as it turned out that was a good skill to have in Camelot in his circumstances.

But not anymore. Camelot had changed, Arthur had changed and he was done having his best friend -yes he'd admit it, Merlin was his best friend- walk around him terrified of being himself.

"Arthur, I don't really have time for this. If there is something wrong, just say it."

Alright, sure. Just say it. Arthur was curious how his friend would react though. Merlin gave him that impatient look he'd perfected over the years. Alright, no more stalling then.

"You have magic."

Merlin turned as white as his freshly washed bed sheets, grabbing hold of the back of a chair as he stumbled, his legs no longer firm but wobbly. "Wh-what...w-why would, w-why would you th-think that?"

Teasing Merlin was one thing, but seeing him afraid of him, that Arthur did not like, at all. "Merlin, it's alright. I'm not angry and I'm not gonna hurt you." He quickly reassured him. But Merlin did not seem to believe him, instead choosing to pretend.

"I don't have...m-magic. I'm just Merlin, your idiot servant. Not sure where you heard this n-nonsense."

"Merlin, I may not have noticed for a long time, but I know now. I've heard you and Lancelot and I saw you in the forest a few days ago. I know."

Did he seem pale before? It was nothing to his colouring now. Arthur dashed forward to catch him as Merlin's legs completely stopped supporting him. He actually flinched at Arthur's touch, as if expecting violence rather than help. It broke his heart to see.

"Merlin, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. My father is gone and it's time for Camelot to change. I already have. Magic, it's not the enemy. I see that now. You are alright, you don't have to be afraid."

"I d-don't...I don't understand. You're not a-angry?"

"I was at first, but I've had time to come to an understanding, to grasp what you've gone through all these years. I've seen a lot of magic in my life, often in an attack but I've also seen magic do good. I just wanted to talk to you first before I legalized magic."

"You what?!"

"Don't tell me you're against it?" He couldn't resist but tease. At least the shock had muted the fear in his friend somewhat. Confused and shocked was a better look on him.

"Is this really happening?"

"Yes, Merlin. This is very real. It's about time you got some recognition. Don't think I haven't figured out you've been saving me ever since I met you. Once I found out you had magic, a lot of things began making sense. Just how many times did you save my life?"

Merlin actually smiled at him, finally. "Far too many times to keep track of."

"Well, I want to hear about all of it, what you can remember at least."

Hesitant once more. "Are you sure? I mean, are you really...?"

"We're alright, Merlin. Better than ever."

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Fictober20 - Prompt 29: “back up!”

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Prompt number: 29: "back up!" Fandom: Spidey/Avengers Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: None, except a minor mention of blood and injury.

Note: This is a sort of sequel/follow-up to my Fictober19 Prompt 31 from last year. You can find it in my collection form last year titled 'Sticky Situation'.

It was just after midnight when they arrived. The thick fog around the area didn't help the bare visibility of the night any. The abandoned office building loomed in front of them, ten stories high. Most of the windows were either broken or completely missing and the front door hung from only one hinge.

There was a desolate feel to the place, more than the obvious.

Bucky risked a glance to his left but not carefully enough when a scowl was sent in return.

"I'm fine, Bucky." Steve said without looking away from the building. Where Peter was, probably.

"You sure? Cause if it were my kid and husband….I wouldn't be."

He watched Steve close his eyes as he no doubt remembered how they found Tony. Barely conscious on the floor and blood everywhere, flowing freely from the wound in his neck.

He could barely open his eyes, let alone speak, but he'd tried anyway only succeeding in a broken and gurgled version of their sons' name.

It wasn't until they asked JARVIS for footage of the attack, that they realised Peter wasn't taken. No, he had been the one to attack Tony.

"If you're not up for this-?" Bucky said, trying to pull Steve back to the present but Steve was not having it.

"No, I'm not leaving. I need to be here."

"We have no idea what we'll find, who we'll find." Cause they had all agreed on one thing. That wasn't Peter, or at least Peter wasn't in control of himself. The kid would never intentionally hurt any of them.

"That is exactly why I need to be here. Peter deserves at least one of his dads there."

And Tony was definitely out. Even with the surgery a success, he wasn't going anywhere for a while. The blood loss alone had been dooming?.

"Alright, Clint and Nat are ready at the side door -they'll start from the bottom while we'll start searching from the top- and Thor is close in case we need back-up. You ready to do this?" It felt strange to take the lead like this, but Steve had insisted. He refused to be benched but he was aware that he wasn't in any state to lead the team. Bucky had been with the avengers for a while now, they were truly a family, but it was still odd to be the one in charge and have them all willingly follow him.

"Let's go get my son back."

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Fictober20 - Prompt 28: “do I have to do everything around here?”

fanfiction: Prompt number: 28. "do I have to do everything around here" Fandom: SPN/DBH Crossover or Supernatural/Detroit: Become Human Crossover Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: This is based on DBH so the violence and abuse as shown by Todd against a child, but nothing more explicit than that. If you played the game, you know what levels to expect. If you haven't then yes be warned, there is verbal and physical abuse in the game against a child, some of it depending on how you play it as it's choice based.

THERE ARE A LOT OF NOTES FROM ME FOR THIS STORY, PLEASE READ IT FULLY ON AO3 TO SEE THOSE.

When Dean woke up he found that he couldn't move. Alarmed he opened his eyes, trying and failing to blink at the sudden light. But it didn't hurt and soon enough he could make out his surroundings, slightly dimmed though, like turning the brightness down on his phone.

He wasn't in his bedroom in the bunker. There were loads of people milling about, some dressed casually and some in strange, uniforms it seemed. Most of those stood still on small podiums, only moving their heads and sometimes their hands. Dean tried to look around but he couldn't move his head.

Was he dreaming? He must be.

A large company logo appeared in his vision as if he were staring at a screen but without the actual screen. Some strange hexagon-like shape - Sam would know what it was called - with the words 'Cyberlife Inc' framed inside. It was there only for a few seconds before it faded from his view. Instead his eyes were drawn to the bottom left where a date slowly appeared.

Date NOV 5TH, 2038 03:24:05 PM

What the hell?! Dean got no time to process that ridiculous year when more words and numbers sprang into view scrolling slowly down as it ticked off some check list.

MODEL IM400 SERIAL#: 785 052 124 BIOS 7.4 REVISION 0483 REBOOT…

MEMORY RESET

LOADING OS… SYSTEM INITIALIZATION… CHECKING BIOCOMPONENTS… OK INITIALIZING BIOSENSORS… OK INITIALIZING AI ENGINE… OK

MEMORY STATUS… ALL SYSTEMS… OK

READY

What the actual hell?!

Unexpectedly he found himself slowly blinking several times until the world around him brightened to a crisp and colourful world again. His attention was drawn by a nearby voice - and only now did he realise he couldn't hear before. It sounded like some kind of sales pitch and Dean found he could actually turn his head to look more closely at whom was speaking. So far he could only move his head, frustrating but at least it was progress.

His attention was drawn by movement on his left and he would have jumped had he been able to move anything besides his head. This restriction was really get old, what kind of freaky dream was he trapped in? And why was he aware of dreaming?

On his left stood an exact replica of the perfectly trimmed uniform that was still giving his sales pitch on his right. Twins, perhaps. But something felt wrong about it all, Dean just couldn't place it.

He didn't have to wait long for something to happen thankfully. A casually dressed guy with an employment badge came over, followed by a plump and rough looking man who in all honesty came over rather impatient if his nervous movement were any indicator.

"There it is." The guy said before his voice shifted to a more gravelly, confused tone. "It was a bit difficult getting it back in working order. It was really messed up. What did you say had happened to it?" He questioned, turning to the rough looking man who clearly didn't seem in the mood for chit-chat.

"The car hit it. Stupid accident." Was the clipped answer. Dean got a bad feeling about it all.

"Ah, I see. Anyway, it's as good as new now except that we had to reset it. Meaning we had to wipe its memory. Hope you don't mind."

"It'll be fine."

"Okay, did you give it a name?"

"My son did."

The shop guy stepped more directly in front of Dean, looking him straight in the eyes. "IM400, register your name."

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Fictober20 - Prompt 27: “give me that”

fanfiction Prompt number: 27 - "give me that" Fandom: FFXV Rating: G [General Audiences] Warnings: Near-death of Major Character? -------

A loud "kweh" roused Prompto from his sleep and he fumbled around for his phone still half-asleep and uncoordinated. It was still dark out, only the barest hint of light on the horizon. Not enough to brighten the world yet. Prompto rubbed his eyes before opening them more clearly and staring at his bright phone and the stupid alarm he had programmed for today.

He sighed deeply, turned the alarm off and flopped back down on his back. He decided then and there to have a lazy morning for a change. Taking a leaf out of Noct's book so to speak.

Speaking of his best friend, Prompto grabbed his phone again and checked his messages. Noctis had this ridiculously early event for some political stuff that Prompto didn't understand and Noctis didn't care enough about to explain, if he even could explain it to Prompto. It had seemed as if Noctis had barely known what it was about.

He stared at his empty inbox in confusion. Noctis hated these events almost as much as eating vegetables and he never failed to distract himself during them by messaging with Prompto. Sure it was still early, before the crack of dawn but the guests they would receive were to arrive extremely early, apparently not caring for the trouble it would cause their hosts.

"He's probably busy with getting ready for it all." Prompto mused aloud to himself. He always enjoyed speaking out loud, it filled the loneliness that sometimes crept up on him. Keeping his phone off silent so he'd hear it when Noctis messaged him, he buried back into his cozy, warm bed and drifted off into a lazy morning nap.

He woke up two hours later with the sun risen and shining brightly through the crack of his curtains. He stretched with a satisfied groan, before turning on his other side and catching side of his phone. He clicked it on, noticing the time and the lack of messages, still. That helped wake him up a little faster. "Maybe he actually has to mingle for a change." He tried to reason with himself. There was nothing to worry about.

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Fictober20 - Prompt 26: "how about you trust me for once"

fanfiction: Prompt number: 26: "how about you trust me for once" Fandom: Spidey/Avengers Rating: G [General Audiences] Warnings: None

------ Tony stared at the single photo on Peter's wall of crazy -there really was no calling it anything else, the kid had snapped or something - that actually made some sense. It was a picture of himself and Peter. They were sitting side by side at the kitchen isle, smiling at some joke told by one of the avengers. Tony couldn't really recall who and it wasn't really important.

Peter had put this photo up on his wall among all his other nonsensical information with a note stuck to it; Do I have to lose you too?

What had shaken the kid this badly? To suddenly start looking for something, to just up and disappear on him. If he was so afraid of losing Tony, then why was the kid the one leaving him?

"Where are you, Peter? And where are you going?" Tony mused out loud as he stared at the chaotic wall. "What did you discover?"

He was pulled from his numb staring by JARVIS. "Sir, I have located Mr. Parker. The team is already assembled." Finally! He thought. Time to bring the kid home and get some answers.

"Peter, stop running!" Tony weaved through the empty apartment building. The place was falling apart which made it the perfect hiding spot for a runaway teenager. Why his godson was running from him though was a mystery, one he was eager to solve which required him to actually catch the agile little spider.

His suit scanned the building, taking note of Cap running parallel to him and Peter on the other side of the wall. Up ahead a part of the wall was missing and Tony could guess what the super soldier was about to. Tony prepared himself to catch the both of them in case this move failed somehow.

As predicted Steve jumped through the opening, colliding with Peter mid-swing and both went crashing to the ground in a heap of limbs. Tony landed near them, suit already opening to allow him to confront his godson face to face. Peter scrambled away from Steve, trying to get to his feet to probably swing away again but Tony blocked his way.

"Let me go." Angry, confrontational, but also a hint of desperation that made Tony uneasy.

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Fictober20 - Prompt 25: ”sometimes you can even see”

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Prompt number: 25 "sometimes you can even see" Fandom: Merlin Rating: G[ General Audiences] Warnings: None.

--- Merlin dashed into Gaius' chambers ahead of the knights and Arthur, clearing the table in one blast of magic before rushing to the cupboard for his spell-book. Behind him the clambering sound of the knights grew deafening as they bolted into the room, Percival carrying an unconscious young knight.

"Put him down there, quickly!" Merlin ordered as he called on his magic to quickly find the spell he needed. The pages turned quickly under his hovering hand.

"What are you doing, Merlin?" Arthur asked, urgency in his voice.

"Trying to find a spell to help him."

"But we don't even know what felled him. How do you know how to treat him?" Indeed the poor recruit was found unconscious and without any visible wounds. Lancelot's question was a sensible one.

"That's why I'm looking for this spell. It can detect what happened to him." He made an 'aha' sound as the pages of the book stopped moving.

"Did you find it?" Stupid question, Arthur, Merlin thought, but he didn't have the time to tease his friend.

"How does it work?" Gwaine asked curiously as Merlin stood near the recruit's head and placed his hands on the sides of his face.

"It sort of connects me to him...thoughts, emotions..." Merlin held the incantation in the front of his mind, casting it wordlessly from his thoughts, a skill he'd recently started to develop from pure instinctual to intentional. "Sometimes you can even see -"

He didn't get to finish explaining when the spell activated. His eyes glowed golden and his mind was pulled along with the recruit's most recent memory, the attack that left him in this state.

"Merlin?! Are you alright? What is happening?!"

It was like standing in a storm. He watched the recruit stumble through the forest as wind blasted around him and the world seemed stretched and foggy. Only the recruit and his immediate area were crystal clear. He saw the cloud of smoke erupt from a nearby flower, right in the young man's face.

With a gasp Merlin came back to himself, the knights all looking at him with worried expressions. "Merlin!"

"I'm okay. Sorry. I didn't get to finish explaining. I saw his memory. He's been poisoned by a dangerous flower. I can treat it though. He should be fine."

"How did you activate the spell? I didn't hear you say the spell."

"I was sort of thinking it instead of saying it out loud. It's something I've been practicing." He offered sheepishly. Arthur looked decidedly put out at his explanation.

"Perhaps you'd like to share that before you scare us all to death?" Yeah that was probably a sound idea, next time.

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I know these last few were very short, but I couldn't come up with anything good and I needed them out of the way for future prompts [#27 and #28 to be precise] that are actually turning into something interesting and are longer. Hope you still enjoyed these drabbles. Oh and Gaius is away on an errand or something, hence Merlin helping this patient.

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Fictober20 - Prompt 24: “are you kidding me?”

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Prompt number: 24 - "are you kidding me?" Fandom: KH3 Rating: G [General Audiences] Warnings: None.

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"Are you kidding me?!" Cid exclaimed from behind Leon and Cloud as they blocked the doorway. Outside stood Sora's so-called-friends, demanding to be let in to see Sora.

"We fight side by side with you, help you in any way we can and when everything goes to hell and the kid gets into serious trouble, you don't so much as call us to let us know?! And now you want us to just let you in, no questions asked to what...interrogate the kid?!"

"What, of course not!" Riku argues back, looking shocked at the suggestion. The kid looks a lot better than the last time Cid saw him. "Sora just disappeared on us! We just want to see him, see that he's alright. I thought I'd lost him." He says that last bit softly, like it hurt to remember.

Leon took over, not letting Cid having all the fun in berating these idiots. "Well, he's not alright. He showed up out of nowhere, just popped into existence in town and he was apler than a bloody sheet. Barely aware of his surroundings, bags under his eyes and dripping with despair. So instead of demanding to see him, how about you lot tell us what happened to him?!"

"That's a long story."

"Then get to it, cause we are not letting you see him until you do."

"We could fight our way through."

"Try it, you still won't find him. Trust me on that."

Cloud actually grinned at that. He'd gotten a lot more comfortable around other people, Sora had definitely had a hand in that. Leon had to resist his own smile from forming. Their plan was rather genius. Even if they forced their way in, Sora was safe and comfortable and only once he was ready, would they let anyone near him.

"Where is he?"

"Nowhere you can get to him!" Yuffie yelled from the back of the room where she stood guard next to the book that sheltered Sora. Even if they figured out that was where Sora was hidden, no one but Sora had ever managed to get inside it. Not even Donald and Goofy could follow him in there. It was the perfect hiding spot.

"Start talking and we'll see how Sora's doing after." Reluctantly an agreement was struck. There was no going against Leon, Cid and Cloud combined. Not worth the effort it would surely take.

"Alright, alright...it started with this stupid exam.."

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Notes: One of my takes on Sora's return after fading from existence when he saved Kairi. He's hiding in Pooh's book in case that wasn't clear XD

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Fictober20 - Prompt 23: “do we have to?”

fanfiction: Prompt number: 23 - "do we have to?" Fandom: FFXV Rating: G [General Audiences] Warnings: None Notes: No idea how his magic actually worked. Just a little bit of headcanon fun I guess.

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The magic wrapped gently around him as he focused on his breathing. With his eyes closed it was easier to block out the world around him. Still, it was hard to ignore Prompto's curious stare.

Noct focused on the feeling of his magic, reaching for it without physically moving. Prompto had wanted to see his magic in action and joined him for a private training session. Gladio would be joining them soon.

Noct suddenly grabbed hold of his magic and yanked himself sideways. The move was successful if Prompto's gasp was any indication. He'd phased himself a few feet to the side, something useful whenever he couldn't block or parry a move and had to get out of the way. It was less draining than warping, so unless he was planning a big attack by warp strike, he preferred to just phase out of the way.

"That was awesome, Noct!" Prompto exclaimed from the sidelines.

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Fictober20 - Prompt 22: “neither should you”

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Prompt number: 22 - "neither should you" Fandom: SPN Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: None.

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Dean scrunched his eyes at the sight of the medical supply kits in front of him. Most of it was fairly stocked -courtesy of having an angel on the team who could heal most anything - but there was a noticeable change. The amount of pain meds had dwindled considerably. Having Cas heal them almost immediately if things went bad, there was hardly ever a need for the stuff. Only when one of them fell ill - Sam most of the time, the kid had the worst luck really - and even accounting for the occasional migraine that the kid suffered, this was a lot of missing pain meds.

What made this discovery even more unnerving was the fact that Sam normally kept a close eye on the the pain med stock and rarely - if ever- let it get this bad. In the early days, Dean kept track of the medical kits, but for the last few years, Sam had taken it upon himself to fill back up their meds whenever they were used so they'd never run out. Dean hadn't asked why Sam suddenly took over that task. He'd just found the stock refilled one day and hadn't bothered with it further. If Sam wanted to be helpful like that, who was he to question it.

But he was questioning it now. Sam was a little bit of a neurotic, not much but enough to notice he liked some kind of routine, however little of it there was. For him to suddenly change something as simple as which one of them restocked the pain meds, now actually seemed noteworthy.

His gut churned uncomfortably. Was Sam hurting? And if so, why not tell him?

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Fictober20 - Prompt 21: “this, this makes it all worth it”

Fanfiction Prompt number: 21 - "this, this makes it all worth it" Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Some minor blood and violence - Minor torture, sort of.

The beginning of this has Dialogue taken directly from the episode it is based on; Season 11 - ep14, I believe, The Vessel. I'm sure you'll recognise the dialogue if you watched the series.

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Sam entered the main room looking for Cas. He found him standing at the table cutting up ingredients for something. Curious and confused, he approached his friend and tried not to grimace at the sight on the table. Those were some gruesome ingredients and he'd seen his fair share of the horrific.

"Hey. Cas, what is that?"

Cas didn't even look up from his cutting as he answered in an almost casual tone of voice. "It's your spell of gathering."

"You nuts? You're not strong enough Cas, you could get hurt!" He argued back immediately. Why the hell did Cas continue with this when it was clearly not going to work?

"You found a better option?"

Sam wants to say yes, wants to offer something, anything that won't end in his friend being torn to pieces. "Well, no, but… without a serious boost to your angel power, that spell won't even work!" It's a feeble defense, he knows. He can tell from the determined look from Cas. For Dean, both of them would do whatever it took.

"My strength may surprise you." Sam appreciated the attempt to instill confidence, even though it didn't work. An idea hit him then, something that might work.

"Wait a second. I remember Bobby told me when you needed strength to retrieve us from the past, you used him to power up. You touched his soul, right?"

"That's right, I did that. But that procedure can be fatal." Sam ignored that, his mind already moving on to saving Dean. This could work!

"Use my soul. That way maybe you'll have enough power to wield the spell."

"That isn't necessary."

"It's worth the risk. Cas, Dean needs our help. I trust you." It was the truth and he hoped Cas heard that, but instead his friend started to laugh and if that wasn't strange enough –to hear Cas laugh, so open- the way his voice slowly shifted into an eery cheerfulness had Sam bewildered and uneasy. "What?"

"Oh, it's just - I don't need you anymore. I mean, Dean's the one with the link to Amara, why have I been trying to spare you? I mean maybe it's because you're like the girl who kept turning me down at the prom."

Suddenly Cas grabbed a hold of him and slammed him against one of the Bunker's support columns, hard. "I will touch your soul. Just because you asked so nicely, and I'll use your spell to blast through the warding and retrieve Dean and the uh, Hand of God, and then when Dean comes back and he finds this place decorated with your guts, I will tell him the truth, Sam. I'll just say, 'Dean - '

He paused and smiled, before shifting his voice back to his normal, serious voice." 'Dean… he knew the risks. He wouldn't take no for an answer.'

"Lucifer." Sam gasped in horror, hoping beyond all hope that he was wrong. But the words, the tone, the look in those once friendly eyes...It was him.

"In the flesh." He answered cheerily, and then he reached into Sam's chest, reaching for his soul. Sam screamed as the agony seared his entire body from the inside out. Cas -no, Lucifer- was smiling, almost like he was savouring the moment. He probably was, Sam realised.

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Fictober20 - Prompt 20: “did I ask?”

Fanfiction Prompt number: 20 - "did I ask" Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Mentions of The Cage, barely -Hinting at Past-Self-Harm.

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Notes: I'm not sure about when they found and bunker and whether Dean was still upset with Sam at that time. I vaguely remember Dean sort of forgave Sam when he started the trials, or at least became the concerned big brother again, but I'm not sure when they found the bunker in regards to that. So lets just say they've been living at the bunker a little while, long enough to get acquainted with the place but not quite homey yet and Dean is still a bit cross with Sam.

Sam bolted out bed, fingers scrambling for purchase on the nightstand trying to find the light. Why couldn't he find it? Surely he must be almost on top of it?! The darkness pressed in on him and he felt like screaming. Instead he held his breath as he desperately searched for the damn light-switch. Just as he felt a proper panic attack bubble its way to the surface he found it and light flooded his room. It was only a small lamp and it didn't light up every corner but the immediate vicinity was clear to see and it was enough to quell the torrent of fear that had washed over him.

He took deep breaths to calm his racing heart, pressing down onto his hand as a routine gesture of control and reassurance. He was out. He was topside. He was free. He was alright. That last one he didn't quite believe, but he'd take it one step at a time.

His hands still shook and his breathing was still erratic, though less so than a minute ago. Checking his phone revealed it to be barely past 2am. "Great." He grumbled before heaving himself upright and splashing some water in his face from the sink in his room.

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Fictober20 - Prompt 19:  “I cant do this anymore”

Fanfiction Prompt number: 19 - "I can't do this anymore" Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Claustrophobia - Panic Attack - Self-Inflicted injury during panic attack - Mentions of blood and being trapped.

notes: Sam is around 10, maybe 11 in this which would make Dean around 14 or 15. ---------

"There is something in the house!" It was the last sensible thing he had heard from Sam since. By the time he and dad had made it back to the house they'd been staying at, all they could hear was hysterical screaming and crying through the phone.

Their hunt had gone awry and followed them home. Or rather, it had followed Sam home while Dean returned to the graveyard with dad. Halfway through digging up the grave, Sam had called and Dean had never been more scared in his life.

The spirit had grown powerful over the years. Powerful enough to leave her place of death and bury his little brother in the walls of the basement. If it weren't for the dirt and skid marks, they would've never found Sam as his screams were muffled by the thick walls and his own exhaustion.

Dean lazily flicked through the channels, not really paying it any attention. His mind was focused on more important things, like keeping a close eye on his little brother. Sam sat in the chair to his right, legs pulled up to his chest and chin resting on his knees. His eyes stared ahead unfocused while his fingers tightened involuntary in his jeans.

He hadn't said a word since the incident three days ago. Before, Dean would have welcomed some peace and quiet from the ever-curious kid. Now though, he would give anything to hear Sam speak. Even just one word.

Dad hadn't seemed too worried about it. Well that was not completely true. He had thrown his share of worried glances at Sam that Dean had caught. But he claimed Sam would be fine and that the best thing for him was to move on and get back into their routine. So they'd left that town behind them and set up shop, temporarily, in a new town. Already dad had registered them at the local school, more for appearances than actual education. After the weekend they would start there.

Dean had silently disagreed with his dad. When it concerned Sam that always happened. No one knew Sam better than him, not even their dad. Sam was different from them, didn't just shake things off and get back to it. It wasn't a bad thing, but it was problematic when dad didn't get that, so Dean would have to watch Sam and be there for him as much as possible.

But for now, Sam was not doing well at all.

"You want to choose a channel, Sammy?" Dean asked, hoping for a reaction. He didn't get one. Sam ignored him, not out of spite or anything like that. He wasn't really with it, stuck in his own head as he tended to do since the incident.

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Fictober20 - Prompt 18: “you don’t see it?”

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Prompt number: 18. - "you don't see it?" Fandom: KH3 Rating: G [General Audiences] Warnings: None. Notes: I couldn't find out if chirithy was female or male. I even read somewhere Chirithy could be genderless. Hence my using of "it" in regards to Chirithy in this prompt. I didn't wonder about it before hence my other KH3 prompts not doing this. While writing this the question popped into my head to I looked it up and now I'm worried about how to write Chirithy XD — One moment everything was normal. His friends were happy, laughing, teasing. The world was bright and loud around him and Sora felt himself swept away on this happy feeling. Everyone was alive and the worlds were safe. They had won and they were celebrating in peace.    And then the world dimmed. He could still see the different colours but more dimmed, dull as if they'd lost their edge. The sound became muffled, like he was underwater straining to understand the words being tossed around. The gentle wind that had mussed up his hair was now barely a caress and the warm sunlight on his skin no longer felt warm. A shiver ran down his back causing Sora to turn around slowly. Gone was the familiar sight of Radiant Garden. Instead a wide expanse of blue sky had opened up behind Sora, it's comforting fluffy clouds calling him closer. A sense of peace washed over him; different from the happy, joyful peace he'd felt mere moments ago. This felt like falling into a blissful sleep on the most comfortable bed. Already his hand was outstretched towards it, reaching for that blissful quiet and rest, when someone wrenched him back around.

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Fictober20 - Prompt 17: “give me a minute or an hour”

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Prompt number: 17 - "give me a minute or an hour" Fandom: FFXV Rating: G [General audiences] Warnings: None. —

Noctis started at the wet nose pushing at his hand. He looked down to find Umbra staring at him and his heart dropped. Was it time already? He turned back to the sight of his mother, his mother, tending to the small garden hidden away in the the back of the Citadel. He never thought Umbra could take him back further than his own life, but here he was. Finally able to see his own mother even if he couldn't talk to her or even show himself. All he could do was watch her from afar and listen to her humming. Umbra nudged him again. "Give me a minute." Or an hour, he thought. Really he never wanted to leave here again, but that wasn't an option. At least he got to see her once. He should be thankful for that at least. Another gentle nudge. "Yeah, okay. I'm coming." He tore his gaze away and grabbed hold of Umbra, allowing him to speed them away and back to his own timeline again. He woke up in his sleeping back in the tent, alone. He could hear his friends outside but he didn't feel inclined to join them, not yet. The image of his mother, alive and happy, danced behind his eyelids. Tears broke free of their own accord as he allowed himself a moment to grieve. He couldn't tell the guys. They wouldn't understand. They didn't even know Umbra could sent him back in time. "Hey Noct! You awake yet?" He scrambled up grabbing hold of the tent entrance so his best friend couldn't get in. "Yeah, just give me a minute! Or an hour!" He called back with as much sass as he could muster. He hoped he'd succeeded and they hadn't heard the sorrow in his voice. "Uhm, okay. But you're missing an amazing sunrise!" "Take a picture then and show me later." "Oh good idea, Noct!" He sighed in relief as Prom ran off to do just that. Before he could drop back down onto his sleeping bag, the concerned voice of Ignis gently called out to him. "Are you alright, Noct?" Was he alright? No, not even close. "I'm fine, Iggy. Just tired." His standard response but so much more fitting than ever before. Seeing his mom had drained him emotionally and he'd never felt so tired before. "I'll be alright soon." And he would be. He had to. He couldn't let his parents down. fin

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Fictober20 - Prompt 16: “I never wanted anything else”

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Prompt number: 16. - "I never wanted anything else" Fandom: Spidey/Avengers Rating: Teen and Up [for safety] Warnings: Mentions of blood and injury, critical injury of a minor. — Tony stood in the middle of the room, muscles tense to the point of pain. He felt like his skin was vibrating, electricity scorching his veins. He needed a release. He needed to vent. He needed to scream, to rage, to throw things. Why hold back? He wondered for a brief moment before he let go. He upturned the dining table, tossed the lamp on the side table towards the big plasma screen television, kicked a chair and punched the mirror on the wall before strong arms encircled him pulling him back punching the mirror again. "Tony, stop! You're hurting yourself!" "I DON'T CARE!" He felt out completely out of control holding on to his anger like a lifeline because what was beneath it, he couldn't face that emotion. "LET ME GO!" "No, I won't let you hurt yourself." Perhaps it was his unexpected fury or perhaps Steve simply didn't want to hurt him by accident, but he managed to twist himself free form the super soldier's hold. He whirled around to get into his husband's face, needing someone else to hurt more than himself. "This is all your fault! I was fine, I was content. I had a good life." He vaguely noticed he was pacing back and forth now, turning towards Steve before stalking away from him again. "I never wanted anything else! And now, now I've got you and Peter and P..Peter...he's..." Steve reached for him but he abruptly backed away. "Don't touch me!" He gripped his hair tightly, pulling strands free form his head without meaning to, before he dropped to his knees and all but keened in pain. Not Peter, Not my kid, Please not my son!

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