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[handsoffthefuckinshield]

okay. quick shower should help

[darkstaria]

Yandere Batfam - Soulmate Soul Animal AU.

Chapter 1:

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Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5.

Dark pupils watched from the ceiling, their gaze affixed upon you. You sighed, deciding to ignore its presence.

An aggravated chitter interrupted you. Pausing, you watched as a little green bird jumped out of the bat’s shadow. It paced towards you, making a small leap to land on your outstretched finger. You smiled, extending your hand to pet the top of its head. The bird took a moment to consider the moment, head tilting with its beak outstretched as if it intended to bite you. It seemed to decide on sparing your finger, allowing you to give the bird some pets on the head.

However, it was time to resume your work. You turned back to your computer, a dismissal. The bird didn't like that. A quick flash, and the bird tittered about on your keyboard, messing up your setup.

“Robin!” You snap, reaching out as if to push the bird away.

You sighed. You disliked calling the bird Robin. It was the correct species, despite the bird being green, so it made sense to use the name. But.. you hated the connection it created between your soul bonded animals and the vigilantes of the city. Unfortunately, the bird didn't answer to any other name. You've tried.

The other robins were so much more agreeable than this newer one. Well, not that you could even call those three robin anymore. The newer robin was very possessive of the name, and you'd rather not have to search your room for more stray feathers that flew off in their next fight. Your soul animals were such a pain.

The flutter of wings distracts you from your musings. You look up, finding the very bat you had been so cautiously avoiding earlier descend onto your desk. The bat chirped a little, with the robin occasionally replying back with chirps of its own. They were having their own conversation.

You decided you were owed a break already, so you gave up on your dreams of getting work done in lieu of watching the ongoing conversation. It was rare for soul animals to talk. They didn't need to. Due to the nature of a soul bond, soul animals act on the innermost feelings of the soul they represent. The bond connects souls, so soul animals, which are a manifestation of the bond, are already intune with their soulmates.

The only instance in which soul animals did tend to talk, was if the soulmates themselves were talking.

Robin chittured with a snap, the bat in return giving a controlled chirr.

Oooh. You thought to yourself. This sounds like an argument. You wondered what it was about. Maybe Robin pecked one too many victims, or caused a mess again.

Ah. You were thinking of your bonded as just animals again. To be fair, it was fairly easy. The only things you knew of your soulmates were because of how the animals acted. Anything else, and you were in the dark. That's how you wanted to think, anyway.

Maybe while they were distracted… You scoot back a little in your chair, until you figure you’re out of their line of sight. You make for the door, tipping out of your seat as quietly as you can. You're almost out the door when a weight settles itself on your head.

You sigh.

“Robin. Get off me, please.”

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the presence doesn't budge. Obliging, you reach up to your head, feeling the bird’s little feet jump onto your hand. Bringing Robin to eye level, you stare at it, unimpressed.

A nearby bat of wings draws you out of your faceoff. Guess sneaking out on your own was too much to ask for, as always.

“Ughhh.” You whine. Your soulmates were going to push you into complete isolation at this rate.

“Fine. You two already know the drill.”

You point at the Bat. “You can never follow me, I mean it. A bat is way too ominous of a soul animal to be flying around. It's just asking for trouble.”

The Bat remains silent, watching. Always, watching. You really hated it sometimes.

In all honesty, a robin wasn't too great of a soul animal to have with you in Gotham either. But your robins came in odd colours, so people didn't always clock that the bird was actually a robin. Sometimes you said that your soul animal was a greenfinch or a swallow. It tended to work, as long as no one looked twice.

A bat was much harder to hide.

“So..”. You give up, gesturing to your bag. “Just get in already, I'll make the trip quick.” You always had to make any outings short with this particular robin. If you spent too long with someone it got snippy. Very, snippy.

The other three robins tended to be a bit more accommodating. Well, not by much.

Robin glides into your bag, a movement of precision and grace. Not for the first time, you wonder what your bonded was like in person.

Deciding to dismiss the thought, you unlatch your door, heading out.

Just another day, with your soulmates.

~ ~ ~ ~

Your parents told you about your birth. You were born to a bat watching your window. It wasn't such a red flag, at first. The maternity ward was flush with newborn babes, so your parents figured that the bat was bound to another child. It was what they had hoped for, anyway.

Plenty of children weren't born with soulbonds. It wasn't a concern. They could be the elder of a bond. Or, they could have a delayed bond. They weren't concerned.

But… then it followed you home. Your parents settled you down, snug in your crib. When they next came to check up upon you, it was there. Perched upon the crib, watching you. When they next blinked, it was gone.

The very next day, your parents awoke to the Bat watching you again. But this time, a smaller bird was snuggled to your sleeping face. It clung to you all day, refusing to disappear when they appeared like the Bat did. It was… very mouthy.

They had assumed this to be a good development, everyone knew The Night worked alone. They were happy.

They were happy, even when another robin appeared the subsequent day. A scruffy one, snappy. Its feathers were still growing out. Young.

Perhaps they should have expected then, that the dawn the next new day would bring another little bird to your crib. The youngest one, a nestling still developing pin feathers. Despite its age, it held a keen gaze at them.

There weren't any more animals that appeared after that. So they hid any evidence of the Bat, and instead allowed you to grow up freely with your three birds.

The Bat was evidently the oldest in your soulbond. It was protective, almost parental, in its movements. It had a sixth sense for when you were in any danger, always emerging from the shadows with perfect timing. If a bat wasn't such a symbolic image in Gotham, you'd probably be more appreciative of its efforts.

The eldest bird was silly, performing aerial tricks and jumps that always brightened your day. It was keen, focusing on you whenever you felt down. It had the uncanny ability to appear whenever you were under the weather. When you said the word robin, it snapped to attention.

You decided to call it Robin.

The second bird was protective. It wasn't as loud as the eldest, but there was a spark of kindness in its gaze. Originally the bird was a lot rougher, but it started to calm down a few years in. Became stable. It always seemed to find you when you got stuck on homework, or landed on your shoulder whenever you flipped through a book.

The third bird was small. You assumed it was only a year or two older than you, due to how the bird’s feathers grew in. It wasn't as affectionate as the other two. Solitary, it often lingered in the shade. It watched you. It watched your other soul animals too, when they appeared. It seemed a little tired. It took you a bit, but eventually you realised it was lonely. After that, you always had a comforting word.

That is… until the Batman gained a partner. A boy decked out in green and yellow, the same feathers on your eldest bird. The vigilante called itself Robin.

As the duo gained notoriety, you were hidden more and more. There was danger in soulbonds, and nothing was more dangerous than vigilantes.

Robin became Nightwing. Your eldest bird grew in blue feathers. The bird stopped responding to its name. A new boy became Robin. You spotted green and yellow feathers growing in on your second bird. It started answering to Robin.

You knew who your soulmates were. After that, it was no secret. Not to you, not to your parents.

Your parents weren't happy anymore. But you were safe. They could be content with that. They considered reaching out. The evidence was obvious, they knew it, and you knew it. Maybe you could be even safer, if the Batman knew where you were.

And then you watched your Robin die.

The little bird had been stuck to you recently, seeming to be in an argument with the Bat. When in conflict, soul animals gravitated to those they weren't in disparity with, and this was nothing unfamiliar to you.

You had been stroking the little bird, as it rested on your lap. But then it jumped. It started shaking. It started crying. Bleeding.

You panicked. You tried to comfort it, to whisper caring words, to give a reassuring touch. You were young, you didn't know what to do. There was nothing you could do.

When a soulmate dies, the soul animal dies too.

The little Robin died, crying in your lap.

You had never looked at vigilantes the same way again.

There was no point in denial, not after that. Your bat became the Bat, the eldest robin named Wing. A few days later, your youngest soul animal developed new feathers. Green… and red. You didn't have a name for the bird, but you suspected you would soon.

You took a week off school.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Please be quiet, this time.” You muttered down to the green bird resting in your bag. It started at you with a condescending gaze. Ugh. Younger soulmates.

You'd sigh, but you've been doing that far too much lately as is.

Time to get this over with.

You enter the supermarket, one of your very few weekly outings. You start perusing the shelves, picking out what was in your list. As you're walking though, you hear a frustrated bark. You peak out from the shelves, spotting a lone woman tugging a leashed dog along.

Ah. You knew what this was. Everyone did. The other shoppers in the store paused too, staring at what was going on.

It was a rejected bond. When feelings between single soulbonded individuals become too bitter, the soul animal dissipates. Well, it was supposed to, and then reappear when feelings improve. But if the animal was constrained in some manner, then the animal can't disappear and is forced to remain in a physical form.

Judging from the leash on the dog’s neck, this was that same scenario. It was rather bold of the woman to bring the soul animal out in public if it was rejecting her like this. Almost brave.

Gothamites rarely helped each other, but things became a little sensitive with soul animals. You wouldn't be too surprised if there wasn't at least one attempt to free the dog today. It certainly caught attention. It could even catch.. vigilante attention.

You frowned. It was a shame to cut one of your few outings short. Sometimes there was no alternative though. You certainly wouldn't be sticking around.

You jumped at the sound of a shriek, eyes darting down to your bag where Robin rested. Robin glared venomously at your shoulder, and you glanced at it.

Your shoulder where… Ah. That would do it. Your shoulder where Red rested. Your third robin. You felt like crying. Why, why this pair?

You didn't even feel the bird as it appeared. Was that a testament to Red's stealth or your lacking observational skills?

Robin glared daggers at Red, practically hissing. You didn't even know birds could hiss. Red paid him no mind, instead looking very settled on your shoulder. The bird even snuggled your face a little. What a smug guy.

Another bark caught your attention. You glanced forward, remembering the scene. Your soul animal’s squabbling would draw too much attention. If any of the vigilantes were watching, you'd be in trouble. One robin soul animal was potentially excusable. But two? That would get you caught.

You tried to shush the two, a small signal for them to knock it off. Naturally, because it was these two, they ignored you. You groaned. This was far too public.

You grabbed Red, snatching him off your shoulder as gently as you could. Placing him gently into your shoulder bag, you tried your best to pretend the resulting screech from Robin wasn’t noticeable. The flap of your bag was closed, so no one could spot them… They could certainly hear if they came close enough though.

Time to leave. You paid for what you picked up and dashed out. The sight of rejected soulmates was generally considered disturbing, so anyone watching could just attribute your rush to that.

Were you paranoid?

Mayhaps a little.

You've justified it by the fact that you're probably soulmates with Batman and 4 robins, so paranoia is practically a requirement for your soul.

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[valkyriexo]

You Faint | Bang Chan

ᑉ³pairing; Bang Chan x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff,

ᑉ³warnings; Fainting due to Dehydration and being busy, mentions of not eating, mentions of not drinking water, kissing, Implied Female reader, Established relationship

ᑉ³Authors Note; Other members coming soon!

Part of the "He helps you when.." collection. Other members parts: Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

In the flurry of your responsibilities as a personal assistant to the CEO of a massive corporation, every second counts, every task critical to the smooth functioning of the business. Despite the hunger gnawing at your stomach and the parched feeling in your throat, you soldier on, driven by the need to ensure that everything operates seamlessly for your employer.

Hours blur together as you navigate the demands of the corporate world, your own needs pushed to the sidelines in the relentless pursuit of success. The weight of expectations presses down on you with each passing moment, propelling you forward even as exhaustion threatens to overwhelm you. You don't have time to notice the way your limbs grow heavy with fatigue, the world around you fading into a distant blur as you push yourself beyond your limits.

But as the day wears on, your body begins to rebel against the neglect it's been subjected to. Dizziness clouds your vision, a warning sign of the toll the day's exertions have taken. With every step, your limbs grow heavier, protesting against the punishing pace you've been maintaining.

And then, without warning, it all becomes too much. Your vision blurs, black spots dancing at the edges as dizziness overwhelms your senses. Your knees buckle beneath you, unable to support the weight of your weakened body, and before you can even comprehend what's happening, darkness claims you.

As consciousness slowly seeps back into your awareness, you find yourself nestled on the plush couch of the CEO's office, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound in the room. Your head throbs with the remnants of your fainting spell, a dull ache echoing through your skull.

Blinking groggily, you glance around the room, your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. To your surprise, you find yourself surrounded by two or three other assistants, their faces etched with concern as they hover nearby, murmuring amongst themselves.

"Hey, are you okay?" one of them asks, her voice laced with worry as she kneels beside you, her hand hovering over your forehead. "You gave us quite a scare there."

You nod weakly, the events of the day slowly coming back to you in fragmented pieces. "I... I think so," you mumble, your words slurred with exhaustion.

The other assistants exchange worried glances, their concern palpable in the air. "You should rest for a bit," another assistant suggests, her tone gentle as she helps you sit up, offering you a glass of water.

Taking a sip, you feel the cool liquid soothe your parched throat, the sensation a welcome relief. As you lean back against the cushions, you're grateful for the support of your colleagues, their presence a comforting reminder that you're not alone in your struggles.

"Thanks," you murmur, offering them a weak smile. "I appreciate it."

"We were so worried about you," one of them says, her voice filled with genuine concern. "You gave us quite the scare."

You offer a weak smile, still feeling disoriented and unsure of what happened. "I'm sorry," you mumble, your words barely audible.

Another assistant nods sympathetically. "We called for help," she explains gently. "We wanted to make sure you were okay."

You furrow your brow, confusion clouding your thoughts. "Called for help." you repeat, the words sinking in slowly.

Your mind feels foggy, memories hazy and fragmented, making it difficult to grasp the severity of the situation. The concern in the assistant's eyes only adds to your growing sense of unease, prompting a knot of anxiety to tighten in your chest.

Before anyone can elaborate further, the door to the CEO's office swings open, and Chan rushes in, his expression a mix of panic and relief. "I got here as fast as I could," he says breathlessly, his eyes darting around the room until they land on you. "Are you okay? What happened?"

You swallow hard, the reality of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. They called Chan, your emergency contact, before they even called the paramedics. You feel a pang of guilt knowing that he's here now, worrying about you, when you hadn't wanted to burden him.

As Chan rushes to your side, his expression a mix of relief and concern, you can see the worry etched into every line of his face. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches out to grasp yours, his touch both reassuring and desperate.

"I... I don't know," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I fainted, I think."

Chan's eyes widen with alarm, his grip on your hand tightening. "You fainted?" he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief. Chan's concern deepens, his brows furrowing with worry. "Do you know why?" he asks gently. "Did you eat today? Drink enough water?"

You shift uncomfortably under his scrutiny, the guilt of neglecting your own well-being weighing heavily on you. "I... I may have forgotten," you admit sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

His expression softens with understanding, but a flicker of frustration dances in his eyes. "Y/N.."

"I just didn't have time," you whine, feeling the weight of his disappointment settle over you. "I have deadlines to meet, and it's been really busy here with the CEO prepping for a major partnership with another company. Plus, I'm in line for a promotion, Chan. If I do well, it's almost guaranteed. But if I fail, then I have no shot."

Chan's expression doesn’t give much away, but his resolve remains firm. "It's not that important," he insists, his tone gentle but firm. "There will always be other opportunities. Your health should come first."

You shake your head, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Not everyone can lead and be super talented like you, Chan," you argue, your voice tinged with emotion. "Some of us have to work twice as hard just to keep up."

"I know it feels that way," he says gently, as he reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch warm and comforting. "You're already doing more than enough," he assures you, his gaze unwavering. "But your health should never be sacrificed for success."

You sigh, feeling the weight of his words settling over you. "I know," you whisper, your voice heavy with resignation.

Chan's hums at your response, his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before he reluctantly withdraws. "Let's go home," he says gently, " You need rest."

With a heavy heart, you rise from the couch, your legs trembling beneath you as the full extent of your exhaustion becomes apparent. Chan's eyes widen in concern as he notices your struggle, his expression softening with empathy.

"Here, let me help you," he says, moving to your side and slipping an arm around your waist for support.

You lean into him gratefully, feeling the warmth of his embrace. With Chan's steadying presence, you manage to make your way out of the CEO's office and towards the elevator, your fatigue pressing down on you with each step.

As you reach the lobby, Chan guides you towards the exit, but when you attempt to take a step forward, your legs buckle beneath you, weakened by fatigue. Chan's eyes widen in alarm, his arms wrapping around you protectively as he catches you before you fall.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

You nod weakly, feeling embarrassed by your inability to stand on your own two feet. "I'm just... really tired," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, Chan sweeps you up into his arms, his strength a reassuring presence against your exhausted frame. "Let's get you home," he says softly, his voice filled with tenderness.

You nestle into his embrace, feeling safe and secure in his arms as he carries you out of the building and towards the waiting car.

Once you're settled into the car, Chan drives you home with careful attention, his concern never wavering as he steals glances at you from time to time. When you finally arrive at your apartment, he helps you out of the car and guides you inside, his arm wrapped protectively around you.

As you enter the cozy sanctuary of your home, Chan guides you towards the couch. However, he senses your hesitation, the way you lean heavily on him as if struggling to keep your balance.

"You need to rest," he insists softly, his voice laced with concern as he helps you settle onto the cushions. Despite his gentle urging, you remain silent, the weariness evident in every line of your body.

"I feel gross," you finally murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, admitting to the discomfort that weighs heavily on you.

Chan's brows furrow with worry, his gaze searching your face for any sign of discomfort or pain. Seeing your distress, he nods in understanding.

"Would you like to take a shower?" he suggests gently, his tone filled with empathy. He waits patiently for your response, ready to provide the support and comfort you need

You shake your head slowly, a feeling of exhaustion washing over you. "I don't think I have the energy," you confess, feeling a pang of guilt at the admission.

Chan's expression fills with empathy as he steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours. "That's okay," he reassures you, his voice soft and comforting. "Why don't we start with something smaller? Like washing your hair?"

You blink back tears, starting to feel overwhelmed. "I just... I feel so drained," you admit, your voice trembling with emotion.

Chan nods sympathetically, his gaze filled with compassion. "I understand," he says softly, his words a soothing balm to your weary soul. "Let's take it one step at a time, okay?

As Chan helps you make your way to the bathroom, you feel the weight of exhaustion pulling at your limbs. With his steady support, you settle on the edge of the bathtub, feeling drained and weak. Chan kneels beside you, his gentle hands reaching for the shower head. His concerned gaze meeting yours.

"Lean back," he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet bathroom. You obey, allowing your head to rest against the edge of the tub as Chan pours the water over your hair, the liquid cascading down in a comforting stream.

The sensation of the warm water against your scalp is both soothing and revitalizing, washing away the weariness that has settled deep within your bones. Chan's touch is tender, his fingers massaging your scalp with care as he works shampoo into your hair, creating a rich lather that fills the air with a subtle scent of eucalyptus.

As Chan tenderly tends to your needs, a wave of helplessness crashes over you, leaving you feeling small and useless. The inability to perform even the simplest tasks on your own gnaws at you, a constant reminder of your vulnerability. You watch as Chan effortlessly takes care of everything, his competence highlighting your own shortcomings.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you struggle to suppress the rising tide of frustration and self-doubt. "I hate feeling like this," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, tinged with the bitterness of inadequacy.

"Like what?" Chan's voice is gentle, his concern evident as he seeks to understand you.

"Helpless," you confess, the word heavy with emotion.

Chan notices the heaviness in your sigh and the sorrow in your eyes, and his heart aches with empathy. Leaning closer, he places a soft kiss on your lips.

"You're not helpless, love," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with affection. "You're just taking a break. Everyone needs a little help sometimes, even superheroes like you."

His words are like a warm embrace, wrapping around you with love and understanding.

"You're my baby," he whispers, "And I'll always be here to take care of you, no matter what."

As Chan rinses the shampoo from your hair, the water running clear and pure, you feel a sense of renewal wash over you. With each gentle stroke of his hands, you can feel your energy slowly returning, a flicker of hope igniting within your chest.

When the task is finally complete, Chan reaches for a fluffy towel, wrapping it around your shoulders with care. He helps you to stand, guiding you away from the bathtub.

"Let's dry your hair a bit so you don't go to bed with it wet," he suggests, his lips forming a shy smile. He grabs a hairdryer, carefully adjusting the settings before starting to blow dry your hair, the warm air a comforting embrace against your skin.

As he works, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, the sound of the hairdryer a soothing backdrop to the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Chan concentrates intently, his brow furrowing as he focuses on the task at hand. His brow furrows in concentration, his lips pursed in determination as he attempts to weave the strands of your hair into a braid. With each failed attempt, a mixture of frustration and amusement flickers across his features, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.

You can't help but find his earnest efforts endearing, and a soft chuckle escapes your lips as you watch him work. The sound fills the small bathroom, mingling with the gentle patter of water droplets.

"Where did you learn to braid?" you ask, genuine curiosity in your tone.

Chan looks up at you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I've been teaching myself," he admits, his fingers still fumbling with the strands of your hair. "I thought... one day, when we have kids together, I want to be able to braid their hair. I want to be the kind of dad who can do that."

His vulnerability touches your heart, and you reach out to gently squeeze his hand, a tender smile playing on your lips. "You'll be an amazing dad," you assure him, your voice filled with love and admiration. "And you're already an amazing partner."

"I want to be better,"he says softly, his voice tinged with sincerity. "For you."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His lips are soft against yours. As he pulls away, his eyes shimmering with adoration, he presses another tender kiss to your forehead before returning to his task.

"You did great," Chan whispers, his voice filled with pride and admiration, as he guides you to your bedroom. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm, comforting light across the room as he fusses over you, fluffing pillows and tucking blankets around you until you're cocooned in warmth.

With gentle hands, he arranges the pillows behind you, ensuring you're propped up just right for maximum comfort. He tucks the blankets snugly around your shoulders, his touch tender and reassuring as he ensures every corner is tucked in securely.

After making sure you're settled, Chan disappears into the kitchen, the faint clinking of dishes drifting through the air as he prepares your meal. Moments later, he returns with a tray laden with food – a simple yet nourishing meal, prepared with love.

The aroma of home-cooked food fills the room, mingling with the soft scent of freshly laundered sheets. Chan sets the tray down on your bedside table, arranging the dishes with care before settling in beside you.

As you eat, Chan sits close by, his warmth radiating beside you. He regales you with stories and jokes, his laughter filling the room with a sense of joy and ease. Each tale is punctuated by his infectious laughter, and despite your weariness, you can't help but smile at his antics.

As you finish your meal, feeling the warmth of the food spreading through your body, Chan rises from his seat beside you, his movements fluid and graceful as he clears away the dishes. The clinking of plates and silverware fills the air as he tidies up, his attention to detail evident in every gesture.

Once the dishes are cleared, Chan returns to your side, settling in beside you on the bed. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, soothing away the remnants of tension that linger in your muscles.

With a contented sigh, you snuggle closer to him, reveling in the warmth and security of his embrace. Chan presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his touch a silent reassurance that everything will be okay.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs, his voice low and raw. As he speaks, he guides your hand to his chest, letting you feel the rapid thud of his heart beneath his shirt.

"Every time you're in pain or in danger," he continues, his voice barely above a whisper, "it's like my whole world stops."

You feel a lump form in your throat, a rush of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. "I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "It wasn't on purpose."

Chan shakes his head, his grip tightening around you as if afraid to let go. "I know," he says softly. "But I need you to promise me something."

"What?" you ask.

"Promise me that you'll always try your best to care of yourself," he says, his tone earnest. "Promise me that you won't push yourself too hard, that you'll listen to your body and prioritize your health."

You meet his gaze, seeing the depth of his concern reflected in his eyes. With a nod, you offer him a small smile, filled with gratitude and determination.

"I promise," you vow, your voice steady with conviction.

Chan's eyes soften, a tender smile playing on his lips. "And I promise in return," he says softly, "to always be there when you need me, or a little extra help."

He settles back against the pillows, pulling you with him until you're both comfortable. As you nestle into each other, Chan reaches for the remote control, flicking through the channels until he finds a movie that catches your interest.

The soft glow of the TV bathes the room in a warm, flickering light as the movie begins to play. You rest your head against Chan's chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat getting faster beneath your ear. It's a comforting sound, a reminder of the love and stability that he brings into your life.

As the movie unfolds, you lose yourself in the story, the worries and stresses of the day fading into the background. With Chan by your side, you feel safe and at peace, cocooned in a bubble of love and warmth.

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[diamonddaze01]

invisible string

pairing: ferrari driver!yoon jeonghan x journalist!reader  chapter wc: 2K  genre: fluff | au: f1 au | rating: pg-13 | warnings: none! a/n: dedicated to @ylangelegy, who has listened to me plan this for over a month now // based on invisible string by taylor swift // thank you @gotta-winwin for the beta! more notes at the bottom! takes place after full throttle and bad for business

FORMULA 1 QATAR AIRWAYS AZERBAIJAN GRAND PRIX Track: Baku City Circuit

The race had been his to win. Jeonghan had been leading the pack, smooth as ever, navigating Baku’s winding streets with a precision that seemed almost effortless. Lap after lap, he held the gap, the roar of the crowd swelling every time the scarlet Ferrari streaked past. But a mistimed pit stop—just a few seconds too long—had changed everything.

The radio crackled with updates as he rejoined the track, now behind the Red Bull and the Mercedes, a podium still possible but victory slipping further and further from his grasp. You’d watched from the media pen, clutching your mic in one hand and the delicate necklace he’d given you in the other. The charms—a tiny microphone and his initial—sat warm against your skin, as if absorbing the frantic beat of your heart.

It was painful to see him try to claw his way back, pushing his car to its limits, his lap times faster than anyone else’s, but the distance was too great. By the time the checkered flag waved, he’d finished fourth—a position that might’ve pleased anyone else but felt like a dagger to Jeonghan, especially here.

The cameras in the paddock caught every second: the way he climbed out of the car, the polite smile he gave his engineers, the exhausted slump of his shoulders as he trudged toward the team garage. You knew that expression too well—it was the same one he wore every time he felt like he’d let himself down.

The media pen had been merciless. You’d stood just off to the side, watching Jeonghan answer the barrage of questions with his usual charm, but you knew the weight he carried beneath that smooth exterior. A loss in Baku—his best circuit—was a bitter pill to swallow. You’d prepared yourself for the aftermath: the quiet ride back to the hotel, the sigh he’d let out as he peeled off his racing gloves, maybe the silent way he’d disappear into the shower.

You had even prepared your own words, something soothing to tell him when the hurt inevitably surfaced. When his PR manager leading him to the Sky Sports booth, you straightened your posture, determined to keep things professional. But your hand still found the charm at your neck, your fingers brushing over its edges as if it could somehow anchor you.

He looked like every bit the media darling he was known to be, that familiar, sly smile fixed firmly in place. But you noticed the tightness around his eyes, the slight strain in his voice as he greeted the host. He spared you a glance as you stood to the side, notebook in hand, and something in his gaze softened—brief, fleeting, but unmistakable.

When your turn came to ask him a question, you kept it light, knowing better than to press him when the wound was still fresh. “You had incredible pace today, especially toward the end. What’s your takeaway from this race?”

He tilted his head at you, his smile curling into something teasing, even playful. “Come on, sweetheart,” he said, just loud enough for the nearby microphones to catch it. “Don’t go easy on me. You never do.”

Your cheeks burned at the nickname, but you ignored it, clearing your throat and shifting to a more pointed question. “Alright, then. How do you feel about the timing of that pit stop? Do you think it cost you the win?”

For a second, you expected his smile to falter, for the frustration to slip through the cracks. But instead, he laughed softly, shrugging one shoulder. “Sometimes things don’t go your way. That’s racing. You win some, you lose some. I’ve had my fair share of wins, haven’t I? Maybe it was someone else’s turn today.”

His calm surprised you, even as you jotted down his answer. Jeonghan had always been gracious in front of the cameras, but there was something different about him now—a lightness, a resilience that you didn’t expect. And when he finished the interview and turned back toward you, his smile lingering, you wondered if he’d been preparing for this moment long before the race ever began.

You didn’t have much time to think about it. By the time the interviews wrapped up and the paddock started to clear, Jeonghan was already pulling you toward the exit, his hand firm around yours.

“Let’s go celebrate,” he said, his voice light and easy, as if he hadn’t just endured one of the most grueling races of the season.

“Celebrate?” you repeated, your brow furrowing in confusion. “Jeonghan, you didn’t even—”

“It doesn’t matter,” he cut in, his smile growing. “Baku’s too beautiful to waste on sulking. Trust me, I’ve got something better in mind.”

He led you through the paddock, ignoring your protests and questions as he tugged you toward the waiting taxi. His hand was warm around yours, his grip sure and steady, and despite your confusion, you let yourself follow him. He always had that effect on you—a pull you couldn’t resist, like gravity.

The streets of Baku’s Old City glowed in the golden light of the setting sun. Cobblestones stretched out in every direction, and the sandstone buildings caught the last rays of daylight, painting the world in hues of amber and honey. The scent of saffron and roasted chestnuts filled the air, mingling with the hum of distant voices and the faint strains of music from a nearby café.

It all felt familiar. Too familiar. Your heart skipped as the taxi pulled to a stop, and Jeonghan led you toward the same path you’d walked on your first date. He pointed out the Maiden Tower again, his voice lilting with amusement as he repeated the same joke he’d made back then.

“Are you seriously taking me on a nostalgia tour right now?” you teased, though your chest ached with something too warm, too overwhelming to name.

“Maybe I am,” he replied, his eyes glinting with that mischievous light you loved so much. “Good memories deserve a second run.”

The sun was slipping lower by the time you reached the vendor’s cart tucked into a quiet corner of the square. It hadn’t changed, not really—the same colorful trinkets spilled across the table, the same aroma of aged wood lingering in the air. Your breath caught in your throat as Jeonghan reached for a small wooden box, almost identical to the one he’d bought you on your first date. You still had it, tucked safely in the corner of your nightstand, its corners worn from the times you’d traced them absentmindedly, as though trying to hold onto the memory of that day.

“You don’t need to get me another one,” you said quickly, a laugh escaping your lips. “I still have the first one.”

“Humor me,” he said, handing the vendor a few bills. He turned to you, holding the box out in his palm, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Go on. Open it.”

Your fingers trembled as you lifted the lid.

Inside was a ring—gold, inlaid with a stunning citrine gem and diamonds, catching the last rays of sunlight and scattering them like a thousand tiny stars. It was exquisite, timeless in a way that stole the air from your lungs.

You looked up at him, the question forming on your lips, but Jeonghan was already moving. He was on one knee before you, his dark eyes fixed on yours with a tenderness that left you utterly undone.

“Marry me,” he said, his voice low but steady, every word laced with certainty. “Not because it’s the perfect moment or because I have the perfect speech prepared—because God knows I don’t. But because I love you. I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you, and I know, without a doubt, that I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

Your heart felt like it was being tugged by that invisible thread, the one that had always tied you to him, no matter where the world spun you both. You could feel the weight of every shared laugh, every argument, every stolen moment between races and chaos and life. It all led here—to him, kneeling in the heart of the city where it all began, looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“Jeonghan…” You barely managed to get his name out before your voice broke.

“I’ve always believed in fate, you know,” he continued, his lips twitching into that familiar smirk even as his eyes shone. “Call me romantic, but I think there was a thread pulling me to you, even before I knew you existed. And now? I don’t ever want to let go of it.”

Your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes, the weight of his words sinking into your chest like a stone. He wasn’t smiling anymore—not his usual mischievous grin or his media-trained smirk. This was something raw, something real, and it made your heart feel like it might burst.

“You’re my invisible string,” he continued, his voice softening. “The one that’s tied me to you through every twist, every turn, every high and low. And I don’t want to spend another day without you at the other end of it.”

The tears spilled over before you could stop them, a shaky laugh breaking from your lips as you nodded, the world spinning and stilling all at once. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Yes, Jeonghan. Of course, yes.”

A cheer erupted around you, startling you both. You hadn’t even realized a crowd had gathered in the square, tourists and locals alike drawn in by the sight of the golden boy of Ferrari on one knee. His grin spread wide as he slid the ring onto your finger, the metal cool against your skin, his own eyes suspiciously shiny.

When he stood and pulled you into his arms, the applause only grew louder. And when his lips met yours, the world seemed to fade entirely, leaving only the warmth of his hands, the press of his mouth, and the steady, unshakable beat of his heart against yours.

The kiss was long, deep, and full of promises you didn’t need to hear to understand. When you finally broke apart, your cheeks flushed and your breath short, Jeonghan pressed his forehead to yours, his smile dazzling.

“I love you,” he murmured, just for you.

“I love you, too,” you replied, your voice steadier now.

And as you stood there in the golden haze of the old city, the ring heavy on your finger and Jeonghan’s arms tight around you, you couldn’t help but think of that invisible string. Of the way it had wound through time and space, pulling you both through every twist and turn, every high and low, until it finally tied you here—together. Forever.

The next morning, the headlines were splashed across every sports outlet and beyond:

Ferrari’s Golden Boy Pops the Question in Baku’s Old City—And Gets a Yes!

a/n: if anyone is curious about the ring:

a/n (pt. it's the remix): i'm ngl - idk if there's anymore full throttle left to write. BUT! jeonghan and his journalist lover fiance will definitely be popping up in the other fics in the pedal to the metal series, so keep an eye out for your favorite ferrari golden boy <333

truly, thank you for all the love on full throttle. it blows me away how many people have reached out and told me that this fic got them into f1, and that's such an honor to hear (carat f1 enjoyers RISEEEE).

does this mean i'll never write ferrari!jeonghan again? no ofc not, he's one of my favorite characters of all time and if an idea pops up i will def write it. but for now... kisses, ferrari boy, onwards to pr disaster ferrari!soonyoung!

[uhohnotthisagain]

I Will Always Save You

Summary: You get caught by a demon. Its up to Dean, Sam and Castiel to find you before its too late.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel.

Warnings: My first fic ever (pls be kind), angst???, kidnapping, blood, torture, swearing, anxious dean.

Word count: 0.8k

My masterlist

--- You feel your lungs burn as you try to take in breaths of air. Your eyes are wide as you stare into the demon’s black ones in front of you, hand wrapped tightly around your neck. Your legs are dangling freely as he has you pinned against the wall. 

He grins as you grip his wrist, trying to free yourself. “This is simple, Y/N. I just need answers and then you’re free to go.” 

“Fuck. You.” You spat back at him. 

His hand tightens around your throat. “Wrong answer.”

Your body is flung across the room, slamming into a cement wall before falling down. You gasp for air as he charges towards you. You’re on your hands and knees, trying to stand up without visibly wincing in pain. Just as you get to your feet, a punch lands right at your temple, knocking you out instantly. 

–

“Where is she? She was supposed to be back an hour ago.” Dean paced across the motel room. 

“I don’t know, Dean. I’m trying to ping her cell for her location but it’s taking a minute to load.” Sam is sat at the small table, rubbing his hands over his face, brows furrowed as he stares at the screen in front of him. 

“Got it, it says she’s near a gas station.” Dean’s out the door before Sam finishes his sentence, quickly following after him. 

–

“Fuck!”

Your car is found, parked at the gas station, door open and phone found on smashed on the ground. 

They had been searching the area for a while when Cas showed up to help them look for you. It had been at least 8 hours since you had left so who knows where you could be. 

“Guys! I found something.” Sam called out from around the back of the building. The necklace that Dean had given you was lying there, having been ripped from your neck. The gas station was located at the edge of a forest, meaning they would have to trek through miles of trees and bushes with no other evidence of where you could be. 

“The gas station guy says the cameras are there just to scare off crooks, they don’t work.” Cas sighs. “And he said he didn’t see anything happen.” 

Dean is wandering off, seeing if you had left any other clues nearby when he spots scratch marks in the trees. “Found something else, we need to go this way.” He yells, spotting more scratch marks on more trees, praying that these led to you. 

—

“You’re just making this more difficult for yourself.” 

You spat blood back at him that had been pooling in your mouth. You were currently tied up, hands bound together hanging from the ceiling. You were exhausted from the constant beatings and torture. You no longer had energy to fight back, instead just hanging in silence, the only sound coming from you was the grunts and moans in pain. 

You had been praying to Cas to come and find you, and praying that Dean and Sam were coming as well. But slowly you were losing hope.  

“Alright, if this doesn’t make you talk, I’m ending you. The Winchesters can’t save you if you’re dead.” The demon lifts a metal poker and holds it over the firepit that was the only source of light in the room. You had been moved into a different room, this one had no windows or any other escape apart from the one door. He lifts it to sear it into the skin of your chest. 

Suddenly, there were crashes heard from outside the room you were kept in. The demon whipped his head around towards the door. He drops the poker and walks towards the door but before he could open in, Dean had crashed through it, knocking the demon out of the way in the process. With the demon blade in hand, he stabbed the demon in the chest, the body falling to the ground immediately. 

With a sigh of relief from the both of you, Dean rushes to help you down. “She’s in here! I’ve got her!” He calls out. 

“Is she okay?” Sam rushes in to help, Cas following closely behind. “I think so, just really beat up.” 

Cas reaches foward as you are held in Deans arms, to exhausted and in pain to hold yourself up. He gently places two fingers on your forehead as a calm warmth comes over you, healing you. 

“That should heal all her injuries but evidently not her exhaustion. Lets get her back to the motel room so she can rest up and eat something.”

Dean picks you up bridal style to carry you to the car, tossing Sam the keys for him to drive so Dean could make sure you were alright. 

–

“Thank you for saving me.” You whispered later that night, in bed with Dean. You were laying with your head on his chest, looking up at him with a small smile. He looks down at you, whispering back, “I can’t live without you, of course I will always come and save you.” Even though that wasn’t a promise that was easy to keep, you knew Dean did everything he could to keep you safe, and you do the same in return. And that was all that mattered. 

[supernaturallyafreak]

Peanut Butter Bunker || February 5, 2025

By Haden: @Supernaturallyafreak || #Destiel

Dean sat in the library, leaning back in one of the creaky office chairs, a half-eaten peanut butter sandwich in his hand and another one sitting on the table in front of him. He’d been thumbing through a lore book, but his attention kept drifting to Castiel, who was pacing nearby with his usual quiet intensity.

Castiel stopped, tilting his head as if considering something deeply. “Dean,” he began, his voice calm but curious, “why do humans often sit on each other’s laps? I’ve seen it depicted in your television shows, often in moments of intimacy or amusement.”

Dean froze mid-bite, eyebrows shooting up as he turned to look at Castiel. “Uh… well, I mean, it’s not something you usually ask about. It just kinda… happens. You sit on someone’s lap when you’re close, I guess.”

Castiel nodded thoughtfully, and before Dean could fully process what was happening, Castiel stepped forward and perched himself on Dean’s lap, his movements precise but somehow endearingly awkward. “Like this?”

Dean sputtered, nearly dropping his sandwich as Castiel settled his weight on him. “Cas! What—what’re you doing?” Dean’s voice cracked with a mixture of surprise and laughter, his free hand hovering in the air as if he didn’t know where to put it.

“You said it just happens,” Castiel replied, his tone entirely serious, though there was a flicker of curiosity in his gaze. “I wanted to understand the significance. Is this appropriate?”

Dean stared at him for a long moment, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form a response. “I mean… I guess? You don’t just—people don’t usually announce it first, Cas. They just… do it.”

“I see.” Castiel nodded solemnly, then adjusted slightly, getting more comfortable in Dean’s lap as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

Dean groaned, shaking his head, but there was a crooked grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” He leaned back, balancing Castiel’s weight with surprising ease. “If you’re gonna park yourself there, at least make yourself useful. Hand me the other sandwich.”

Castiel reached over, grabbing the second sandwich from the table and passing it to Dean with a small, satisfied smile. “Does this fulfill the requirements of sitting on one’s lap?” he asked, his voice steady but with a hint of what might have been amusement.

Dean laughed, shaking his head as he took the sandwich. “Yeah, Cas. You nailed it.” For a moment, they sat there in companionable silence, Dean munching on his sandwich and Castiel perched comfortably in his lap, his curious gaze wandering around the room.

“You know,” Dean said after a while, his voice light, “this is probably the weirdest peanut butter break I’ve ever had.”

Castiel tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. “Weird… but not unwelcome?”

Dean chuckled, leaning back and resting his hand on the arm of the chair. “Not unwelcome, Cas. Not at all.”

[deancaspinefest]

One Drop, when What You Need is the Ocean.

Author: Baileys | Artist: sidewinder

Posting on Friday March 15

Cas disappears after leaving once again to help the angels.  With God gone, Mary defected to the British men of letters, and the other major players all on their best behaviour, Dean tries to carry on as normal, hunt the things and save the people.  But the longer time goes by without so much as a text, the more his worry spirals. Then, just when all hope is lost, like the supernatural yo-yo he is Cas is back.  Only something or someone has siphoned off grace he didn’t have to spare.  As they embark on yet another case together, it’s a race against time to stop whoever it is from finishing the job and removing Cas from Dean’s life for good.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

“I thought you said no one died here?”  They both step out of the Impala, grabbing their gear from her trunk.  Dean follows Sam down the hill heading for the nearby woods lining the property.  

“I said no one’s on record dying here.” Handing Dean a shovel, he has the nerve to wink. 

Walking across the wet overgrown grass, Dean decides to spark up less work-related conversation.  “So, you speak to Eileen recently?” 

“Nope.” Sam charges ahead, “you talk to Cas?”

Dean stops dead in his tracks.  It’s not the fact Sam would equate him and Cas as the same as him and Eileen, it’s that Cas has been radio silent for ten straight days now.  “That’s not funny, man.”  He manages to get out around the lump suddenly clogging his throat.

Something of his panic must come through in his words because Sam stops walking and turns around, lips pulling tight.  “Sorry, I know you’re worried.” 

“You must be too, right?  I mean this isn’t like him.”

Another, more complex expression passes over his brother’s face and suddenly Dean doesn’t want to know what he thinks.  “I mean, I talk to Cas, but honestly, unless there’s something major going down, I don’t see a few days without contact as a big deal.”

“Ten!” He shouts.  “It’s been ten days Sam and nothing, I- I’ve sent him texts he hasn’t read, left messages he hasn’t picked up, this isn’t like him, he -”

“He’s probably just lost his phone -” Sam shrugs, placating at first but then he cuts himself off mid-sentence and stares pointedly at Dean.  “How do you know he’s not picked up his messages?”  He pauses for a response, but when Dean starts walking and keeps his head down, he draws his own conclusion.  “Oh my god, you hacked his phone!”

“I had to!”  Dean cries in outrage, waving the shovel above his head.  “Hey, don’t give me that face!  I needed to know.”

Sam does indeed give him ‘the face’, adding an eyeroll for good measure as they continue towards their vengeful spirit’s grave.  “Next, you’ll be telling me you’ve put a tracker in it too.” 

“No,” He looks quickly away, keeping a steady pace, “but you are the second he comes back.”

“Dean, I am not invading Cas’ privacy just because you’re a controlling asshole.”

“What if he agreed?”  He asks.

“I’d tell him he doesn’t have to, because I know he’ll say yes to anything you ask.”

“Oh, he would not.” 

Reaching the graveyard, Sam tugs on his arm and stops them both, making Dean face him.  “Do you know where his phone is now?”

Dean manages to feign obliviousness for all of five seconds before blurting the answer.  “Maine.  It pinged off a cell tower in Fort Foster three days ago.”

Raising his shovel and making the first indent in the soil, Sam looks over at Dean, “So we heading to Maine as soon as we’re done here?”

Dean smiles, his first real smile in ten days.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Friday March 15)

[asbeel]

Beginning snippet of the destiel fic I started writing but I realised its too canon divergent so I stopped

A case had gone awry, as per usual, but the stakes have changed. It was meant to be a quick hunt, but a series of empty leads had strung the Winchester brothers and their guardian angel to become creative. Some research had revealed the attack patterns of the creature, which allowed the hunters to realise their new target is a pureblood werewolf. And so, the three reconvened in their motel-of-the-week to discuss their next course of actions.

“Makes sense.” Sam said, nodding in agreement. When all solutions had failed, it was Dean who proposed the idea. The plan was to use him as the worm on a hook, as he fit the profile for the werewolf's victims better than Sam had.

After years of hunting, the Winchester brothers had long desensitised to plans involving self endangerment. If Dean wanted to throw himself in front of a truck, nobody could stop him. “Simple, in-and-out.” Dean remarked, but he understood the possibilities.

“You lure it to a nearby forest—“

“Fake-out that son of a bitch.”

“Silver bullet to the heart.”

The two spoke almost recklessly. The brothers trust one another to stay alive, no matter the danger. Regardless, they never stay dead.

"No, that is a terrible idea." Castiel interjected. "We can not ensure your safety from afar... If you go along with this plan, I can not protect you."

As Dean looked down at Castiel where he sat at the bed, the angel looked at him in disbelief. For one fleeting moment, he feels the invisible handprints from that night.

"You don't get a say in this, Cas." Dean snapped, the sharp words rolling off his tongue. "Not after you got yourself willingly possessed by the fuckin' devil."

"It was a necessary loss—"

"My ass!" To any bystander, Dean was angry. But truthfully, a part of him felt betrayed. "What were you gonna do if Lucifer never left, huh? What if he never let you go?"

Castiel shot up from his seat, and a memory projected onto Dean's eyes: their lips meeting and continuing to find each other. "I did what I believed would take to destroy Amara, and I was willing to make that sacrifice to save the world."

Dean licked his lips and Castiel's eyes flick down for a split second— watching his tongue just like that night, but he was too frustrated to notice. “You think you can make decisions like that without consequences? There are people who get hurt from your self-sacrificial bullshit!”

At his brother’s outburst, Sam interrupted. “Alright, that’s enough—“

"Don’t pretend you are any more righteous than me, I am not half the hypocrite you are.” Castiel asserted.

Dean never thought before speaking, and this was no different. His policy on conversations was the same as his policy on hunting: kill first, talk later. "You're a fallen angel, Cas, you've never been righteous!”

"Dean—"

"And who's fault is that!?" Castiel's voice rang around the room as a nearby light bulb shattered.

The humane side of Dean screamed at him to stop, causing regret to flood his blood. His words left a bitter taste in his mouth, once carrying bitter lies, and his stomach filled heavy with rampaging cicadas at Castiel's outburst.

The two stare at each other in silence, anger bouncing between the walls. Castiel's eyes had always been on Dean's, which is something he revelled in that night. So when the angel hardened his gaze and looked away, the hunter felt his concrete heart shatter down to fine powder.

"Goodbye, Dean. I hope you find the werewolf." Castiel gave Sam a curt nod as a farewell before walking out of the door.

“Hold on— Cas!” Sam yelled after the angel.

Dean kept his back to the door, unable to bear the sight of Castiel leaving... again. The door slammed as he stormed away, causing Sam to pace around the room. Dean peered at the tall mirror in front of him, unsurprised to see an apathetic facade.

[teafangirl]

Assets and Angels

part three , all parts will be in my intro post

Summery: Soldat proves , that he’s on the side of good. Castiel and Jack get badass moments , Sam has a vision!

Warnings: talk of torture, Soldat remembering, mentions of greek mythology, violence, demons, i am thinking of adding light Destiel would u guys like to see that ?

A/N: i did the monsters powers correctly, the web said it could do all that Sam’s vision showed. hope you like some suspense! the pictures are from the web, i don’t own marvel or supernatural so all rights are reserved! also apologies for any misspellings ! i may have made Cas a bit OP but he’s a angel so i think he’s already pretty powerful plus i wanted to gibs him a badass scene !

———

Chapter three: Fight and Flight

The men who had knocked Dean out started dragging him across the warehouse, on his back, that however didn't make the pain he was already feeling any better. The two men each held one of his arms. He was still bleeding from his nose and his rib was still likely broken. He was also sweaty the area was cold likely because of the demons, but Dean was a small bit worried about himself and the others.

“They said the Winchesters were fearless, powerful, well if that was true why hasn't this one killed us all yet!”

One of the men said to the other, as they laughed, however their laughing was cut short by a huge gust of wind that blew open the doors of the warehouse, all the lights crackled out. The other men in the warehouse pulled out their guns, aiming for the door. Tension and suspense flooded the area, another gust of wind broke all the Windows, the sound of two pairs of wings were heard outside the warehouse. Some of the men started to walk towards the door with their guns raised, they were clearly not expecting what happened next.

“David, get the prisoner out of here, wake him and interrogate him!”

David was one of the men holding Deans arms, Davids eyes went pitch black as he nodded to the human named Clark who had given the order… Soon their master would be free and release havoc, David ran faster, dragging Dean behind him, Deans hands were still tied but to a longer rope that David held so it was sorta like a leash that was not around Deans neck but his arms, and it was super tight. At the door of the warehouse, a figure flapped onto the ground, the men started shooting bullets. Bullets fired everywhere, but the figure didn't die. Soft looking black wings erupted from his back, it wore a trench coat and seemed to be very angry. His loud, powerful voice echoed throughout the area.

“Let Dean Winchester go! NOW!’

Castiel looked at the men, they didn't stop shooting. He could see Dean being dragged away, but he knew Jack had the back of the building under control. He stood there with his wings out, he knew once he showed them his true form they would all be done for. One of the men shopped shooting to Case's surprise, and he encouraged the others to stop as well.

“My name is Leo, you must be the Angel, Castiel right…well let's make a deal you tell us everything about Angels, and we let your friend go…hm”

Cas thought for a moment, then all the men saw was a blinding light, only a few demons managed to escape Castiels magic. There wasn't a huge number of man, so Cas figured this wasn't all the members of Hydra. Meanwhile, in the back of the building, David tied Dean to a nearby pole, it was a ways away from the warehouse. Dean had woken up by now. His body ached, as he came to, Dean could hear that something was going on at the front of the warehouse, he hoped it was Castiel or someone. He watched as David paced for a second before turning to him, Dean tried to work at the ropes, however he soon found that he had been stripped of any weapons that had probably happened when they first captured him. David pulled out a knife and knelt down to Deans level.

“So real quick, your going to tell me how to trap Angels then once we've captured your winged friend your going to sit nice and quietly while we torture you…so your precious Angel will obey.”

Dean could tell David was scared, scared of Cas who he guessed was here if this man was making such orders of hm.

“Go to hell, I've been there, trust me it's not some place you want to end up”

What was Dean thinking, angering the guy with the knife.

‘Maybe I'll just send you right back then…”

Deans breath hitched, but he didn't have long to think about the threat as David was blasted into the side of the warehouse his vessel was dead, the demon left before anyone noticed and just as Jack and his yellow eyes came into Deans view a sigh of relief ran through Deans body at the sight of the kid.

“Good timing Jack! Glad to see you”

Jack smiled then frowned as he ran over to Dean and gave him a once over.

“Your hurt, let me heal you!”

Dean nodded as Jack ran his hand just above Deans rips and his nose, as well as any other bruises he had. The light floated over Deans body, it felt refreshing. Once Jack was finished, he got Dean out of the ropes then healed his wrists.

‘So where's Cas?”

Cas who had known that Jack was getting Dean, had taken out the rest of the men and appeared behind Dean with a big smile of relief on his face.

“Dean! Your ok!”

Cas pulled Dean into a hug before he could say anything, and soon Jack had also joined the hug.

“Don't worry Cas I am ok!”

Cas smiled at Dean as Jack pulled out his buzzing phone. To see a message from Sam.

“Guys, I just got a message from Sam, the bunkers been compromised!”

—-----

Many moments earlier after Cas and Jack had left to get Dean.

Soldat set at the kitchen table, Sam had managed to get him to sit down and drink some water. So far Soldat was sitting with the glass in front of him but wasn't drinking. Sam was a little nervous, being alone in the bunker with an assassin that had tried to kill him and his elder brother. He tried to focus on the interaction earlier, the assassin had seemed so much calmer and had wanted to help find Dean. Cas had said they had made progress with the memory recovery and the man had remembered a name, “James”. Sam wanted to ask if it was the mans, but he was unsure if the sergeant would even talk to him. He and jack had been looking into War War 2 records to find information on Hydra or who the man could be. Sam took a deep breath and turned around to face the Assassin, he walked over and set down in the seat in front of the man.

“Maybe you should take the mask off, so you can drink the water?”

The assassin looked up at Sam, Soldat could tell Sam's question was a suggestion, not an order like he was so used to.

“I can get you some clothes to change into, they would probably be more comfortable than the attire your in now!”

There was still no answer from the Assassin, he just sat there. Still till his eyes lit up as if he had remembered something on his own without Cases help.

“Barnes”

That's all he said, Soldat went quiet after that. To Sam, he could tell that was likely a last name, so he pulled out his phone and quickly found the search engine and typed in “War War II James Barnes”.

Many articles came up after a bit of looking he found something that he thought might be helpful, then after a few more clicking he looked at Soldat.

“Dose the middle name Buchanan mean anything to you?”

Soldat thought about the question, he said the name over and over in his head, it felt familiar. He then put the three words in order in his mind, focusing on them, turning them around. Then he looked at Sam again. It was a lot easier to think now that Castiel had cleared him of the brainwashing.

` “My…. My… I'm James…..”

James said in a soft whisper, before Sam could help him figure out more, perhaps help him learn more about himself. The bunker door was heard opening, James instantly stood, Sam fallowed, and walked out of the kitchen however before he reached the hallway, he felt a certain metal hand wrap around his arm, it was cold, and the grip wasn’t too tight, but it was firm. Sam gave James a confused look, Sam was also a little nervous that the Assassin had grabbed him like this.

“Stay behind me, Sam, you have no reason to trust me, but I need you too for now”

The assassin's voice was pleading, not threatening, his voice was still deep, that was mainly because of the mask he still wore. Sam was unsure of the Assassin's intentions but decided to trust that he wouldn't betray him after what Cas and himself had done for the man. As soon as Soldat had heard the bunker door open, he knew it wasn't Sam's brother, Cas or the blonde boy, earlier he had heard their footsteps they were loud that was likely because they considered this pace there home. Soldat had seen the stairs that led from the entrance from the bunker if it was them they should be able to hear loud footsteps walking down the stairs or someone calling out to Sam, that didn't happen which set James on edge. When they had put him into the dungeon they hadn't taken any of his weapons, likely because Castiel was so sure James wouldn't hurt them, and that was true. With these people James felt free, more free than he had in a while, well since he died. Castiel had helped him, and he was grateful, so he figured in return he would make sure Deans' brother didn't die now. Soldat may not know himself but making Friends with the ones who seemed like they were trying to help seemed like a good place to start.

Soldat pulled out his gun, and rounded the corner Sam was close behind him, he didn't have a gun on him, likely for two reasons, he felt safest in this bunker and two Castiel had assured him James would not be a threat.

“Do you have a spare gun around here for yourself?”

He whispered softly enough that he knew the younger Winchester would hear.

“Yes, Dean has one under his pillow there's one under mine but Deans room might be easier to get too!’

Soldat nodded, then they continued down the hall being as stealthy as possible, just then a man in all back turned down the hallway they were in, however before anyone could react Soldat shot them.

“They probably didn't expect anyone to be home when they raided this place, they know we are here now so get to Deans room I will cover you”

James said, as he shot another man in an all black suit with a green emblem on his chest. Sam was really nervous now, how had they found this place, what were they looking for, just then a thought clicked into Sam's mind as some of the peaces floated together.

“Saving Dean was supposed to draw us all away from this place… maybe…maybe that's why Dean said not to track the phone, because…”

He's cut off by James rushing him down another of the bunkers hallways, and they end up in front of Deans room, Sam grabs the lock pick the stashed above the doors and starts picking the look until James decides that's a waste of time and rips the door open himself.

“Let's just hope your brother isn't dead by now…or worse!”

Sam grabbed the gun from where Dean hid it, but James words started the panic and worry within him, what if Cas and Jack didn't make it in time. But he pushed that thought down, Dean was strong yet a part of him felt like calling Crowley to make sure he wasn't somehow in hell or killing himself temporary to speak to a reaper he knew that could go south tho.

“Do you really think they would kill him?”

Why was he asking that to the man they had just saved and who had most likely been Hydras toy for years on end. Soldat seemed sympathetic Towards Sam, almost wishing the boy hadn't asked that question. He locked the door and walked over to Sam,

“If he's alive, he most likely wishes he was dead,”

Soldat didn't realize that just putting that thought in the room was a mistake, he did realize it when he saw Sam's face, it looked worried. He had no doubt the two powerful people would get to Dean, but he knew how Hydra was, he knew the kind of pain they could bring. He knew they could find a way to break the strongest. Sam was mad, he knew Jack and Cas could and would save Dean whatever it took, but he just couldn't help himself at the moment. Sam pulled out his phone and called someone, Soldat looked confused till a man appeared in front of him and Sam.

“Ok… I sent Jack a text that the bunkers comprised, oh and James meet Crowley, the king of hell.”

Soldat looked at the new man, he was dressed in a black suit his eyes turned red, James figured that met he was a demon that's what Sam had said they ment.

“Hello, mouse, and….who's this new friend of yours?”

James didn't say anything again, he just wondered why Sam had called him. He could hear footsteps coming towards the door, they were quiet, but Soldat knew them too well. There wasn't just one set however, they were being hunted, it was bad being off guard like this. He moved closer to the door, aiming his gun, which attracted the attention of both Sam and Crowley.

“Not a talker I see, mute much…”

The demon said and James didn't answer, just then the footsteps stopped, Sam look just as confused as himself they both looked at the demon in the room who just smiled a wicked smile that sent a shiver down James back like its voice did.

“Oh well… I must be off, I have work to do…there's some group of rouge demons who are stealing souls from hell for something….big”

Sam tried to tell him to hold up, as might have a conman enemy with us, but the demon disappeared. Sam opened the door to reveal the men were gone as we continued through the bunker careful in case Crowley left some behind, once we made it to the main room it was trashed, books everywhere. Some were open to pages about Angels, some of the books were gone completely and one was open on the table. While Sam took a full look around the place, I approached the book, my metal finger holding the page down as I looked at it. There was a photo of a large snake, with many heads, coming from water there was blood dripping from its mouths. Each mouth had razor sharp teeth, its eyes were toxic green. I looked down below the picture to the words and read the name of the creature, “Hydra” I looked up at Sam who came over to me upon seeing my expression. Mainly my eyes because I sill had the mask on. As soon as Sam saw the image, he froze and put his hands to his head.

It was like my mind was screaming, I knew this feeling, I hadn't had a vision in so long I forgot what it was like I collapsed in the chair James got for me, it was one of the comfy chairs which helped. Next thing I knew I was in a clearing, in a forest, I heard shooting, turned to see James welding a gun and firing at something. However, his cloths were different he had no mask no straight jacket type get up he wore a red Henley and blue jeans his face had a slight stubble, but it was more than Deans or Cases. I looked at what he was shooting at and stepped back. It was a huge pool of swelling green water and coming out of it was a huge ass snake, it looked huge. Its skin was limey green sleek, looked thick, as my eyes floated upwards I saw it had many heads each one had rows of teeth, some had broken rooting chains around their necks, the eyes were piercing green, one of the heads looked upwards, and green acid looking fire flew out of its mouth and once I tuned to see what it was firing at my breath hitched as I saw it was flying towards Dean who was shooting the creature as well.

“…NO”

I heard someone shout, and turned to see James. Who to my surprise pushed my brother out of the way thus sacrificing himself, we apparently would get that close to the man I guessed, but this told me Cas was right he was on our side. I heard another shout behind me and tuned to see Jack blasting the beast with a few Angels with him, I guessed that was Amaras way of helping, or maybe she was doing more, but my vision had other things to show me. One of the beast's eyes got burned out next I supposed that was Case's work it looked like team free will was wining, but then I looked at Cas he looked drained, there were cuts on him that didn't look healed or like his grace was healing them, his wings looked torn up. I wondered why, I watched one head get cut off by an Angel, but then two heads grew in its place, and one just happened to open its mouth letting out its breath wich I guess was toxic because several Angeles vessels looked dead, to my horror so did Jacks body he looked pale dead, like he was in an inch of dying.

“Dean…”

This time it was Cas who screamed and ran, catching Dean in his arms, apparently when the head got cut off its blood got everywhere including in a cut Dean had on his arm, I guessed the blood was deadly too. The last thing my vision showed me was a blast from the best headed right for me, Cas and Dean. I woke up back in the bunker in the comfy chair as I came to, I could faintly hear James calling my name as I regained my awareness I saw that he was indeed siting beside me one hand on mine as if making sure I still had a pulse.

“We have to get to the others Now!

I was able to say I stood up and grabbed the book that was open to the page about the monster, and Soldat fallowed me out the door. I guessed Crowley decided to do us a favor because the Impala back at the bunker James insisted on checking it for devices or anything when he found non, I got in the driver's seat and James set in the passenger seat and with just silence hanging between us I started the car and started driving

🌹To be continued!….

[littlespacereader]

Hai Clara, I just saw this adorable Scooby Doo paci and I think little dean would go absolutely bonkers if he found it and cherish the hecc outa it when he got it!!

The paci was made by paci.pops on Instagram. It was a custom one and is sadly not for sale irl, but just imagine little dean seeing it and getting so excited, or Cas commissioning it and gifting it to him as a surprise. 😭

Just wanted to share this cute mental image (in the hopes it inspired you in some way hehe)

Anyway, love you - byee!! <3

First of all, that pacifier is adorable!! I would kill for one that looked just like it myself!🤩 But Dean woukd literally lose it to having something like that!! While the story mostly has Dean and Castiel in it, I made to sure to sprinkle some Sam and Crowley in the end:) I hope you enjoy as always @dino-boyo-agere ! Thank you so much again for another beautiful request to the Supernatural storyline!

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The Surprise👀💚

Caregiver! Castiel & Little! Dean Winchester, with Caregiver! Crowley & Little! Sam Winchester (SFW!)

Tags- struggling to regress, hurt/comfort, surprises, pacifiers, diapers, stuffies, hugs and cuddles

Hunt after Hunt, Castiel could see that Dean was in desperate need of regression.

It wasn’t his fault. Sam and him thought they were going on a simple ghost case. But simple and Winchesters don’t go together. What should’ve been a week at most turned into a two week long hunt.

By the end of it, Sam and especially Dean were in some dire need of love and support from their respective Caregivers.

Castiel will be the first to admit…it was definitely an interesting change having a second Caregiver in the bunker with him. Crowley and him were polar opposites when it came to their Caregiving styles. So navigate around one another is…interesting to say the least.

Castiel kept pacing back and forth waiting for the sound of the Impala outside the bunker. Finally the boys were on their way home. And by the sound of it, he could tell Dean was struggling not to regress.

Castiel insisted he could just teleport Sam, the car and him right back him but Dean insisted on driving. He wanted to clear his head after the brutal case and before he regressed. And one the ways he knows how to do that is driving.

More than anything Castiel wanted to be there right as Dean walked into the bunker. So there he stood now, well…maybe not stood. Castiel paced and Crowley sat at a table nearby reading a newspaper with his feet up.

“Staring at the door isn’t going to get them here any faster Cassie.”

Castiel shot him a glare before going back to his pacing. Crowley rolls his eyes and puts the paper down.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What’s got you so worried about Dean?”

Castiel looked confused to the phrase but continued on. “You know when Sam calls you and tells you everything fine.”

“Un-huh.”

“But you can just tell that everything isn’t fine and that he’s barley hanging on to his adult self?”

Crowley sat back in his chair and sighed, “Yeah…I know what you’re talking about. So squirrel is barley hanging onto his adult mindset.”

“That’s what I suspect.”

“And you let him drive?”

Castiel turned to glare at Crowley again. “You try tell Sam not to do something when he’s fighting his regression.”

“Oh trust me I have Cassie.”

“And….”

“….And I was in the same position as you.” Crowley sighed, hating to admit.

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the car doors closing. Sam and Dean walking into the bunker looking rough.

Sam immediately walked over to Crowley while Dean on the other hand, was about to walk past Cas and towards his room. But Castiel stopped him.

“There you are! I’ve been waiting for you.” Cas smiles with a warm and calm expression.

Dean’s expression was the complete opposite for the moment. He looked tired and stressed, “You were?” There was a slight hint of hope in his voice as he looked at Castiel, surprised he was waiting for him.

“Of course I was.” Cas smiled again, “I think it’s time for someone to take the night to relax and maybe even regress.”

Dean sighed before he pushed past Cas and walked towards his room. Castiel followed after him.

“Dean-.”

“Stop.” Dean said with no real heat behind it, “I don’t want to regress tonight. I-I can’t… not after that case.”

“By the look and sound of it, I think you should. You look stressed out beyond belief Dean.”

He followed him into his room, closing the door behind them so they could talk privately. “Listen, I know you’re still feeling big but if you’d let me help you, I can help you age down a bit and finally relax.”

Dean struggled with this often. Coming back from a hunt that required him to be protective, brave and strong was a hard thing to change. For Dean sometimes it was a hard thing for him to regress. He almost gets stuck in that mindset, forgetting how to regress again.

Castiel always knew the signs of it, he had seen Dean do this time and time again. He fights the need to regress and then in turn becomes grumpy from not regressing.

Dean ignores Cas and heads towards the bathroom, “I’m gonna to take a shower.” He muttered before walking away.

He threw his clothes around the bathroom before stepping into the shower. The warm water was rather relaxing. It started to clear his mind on everything.

Everything is frustrating! He didn’t know how to just regress after everything! He had been an adult for two weeks and it was hard to switch that off. But being home with Cas made feel his head getting fuzzy with the feeling of regressing.

His regression felt as if it was on the tip of spilling over. Like a cup filled to the rim with only one drop that causes the whole thing to spill.

That drop of course, would be Castiel.

When Dean stepped out of the shower, all of his clothes thrown wildly on the floor were gone. Instead, on the countertop sat a soft fuzzy robe. Dean dried off before putting the robe on and heading back to his room. There, Castiel waited on the bed with Sharon and Ozzie next to him.

Dean, in a losing battle against his regression softly asked, “What’s this all about?”

“I just had the most interesting conversation with Ozzie and Sharon here.” Castiel started to say. He patted he bed next to him, urging Dean to sit with him.

The walls Dean desperately had up, start to come crumpling down brick by brick as he took a seat next to Castiel.

Cas takes his hand in his, “Now I was just in the middle of talking to Ozzie. He was telling me how brave and strong you were while you were away.”

“He was?” Dean asks so innocently. He starts slipping more than he realizes it.

“Yeah he was. He was going on and on about how he’s so proud of you.” Castiel squeezes his hand.

Tears start to sting at the corners of Dean’s eyes. He quickly wipes them away with a knuckles fist, “That’s really nice of him to say.”

“It is. But Sharon was just reminding him that even big brave boys need to relax sometimes too. And it doesn’t make them any less brave than before. Sometimes they need someone else to be brave for them, just for a little while. That way they can rest and be brave again when the time comes.”

Suddenly it all makes sense to Dean. Of course this is what Cas was trying to tell him but…but Sharon and Ozzie made more sense with it.

Castiel could see the gears turning in Dean’s head. “I think what you need tonight is for someone to be brave for you. Not only will you have me to be your guardian angel, but you’ll have Sharon and Ozzie to protect you too. Triple protection for my little bee.” He picked the stuffies up and handed them to Dean.

Dean quickly grabbed them and brought them close. Tears fell from his eyes as he looked up at Castiel. Gone was stubborn adult Dean fighting his regression, and in its place a little boy in need of some serious comfort.

“Dadee, missed you so much.”

That’s all Dean had to say before Cas leaned forward to bring his Little into a nice cozy hug. Dean rested his head on Castiel’s shoulder and just sighed. He missed this so much, he missed Cas so much.

“I miss you too love bug.” Castiel rubbed Dean back and gently rocked him back and forth.

Once they broke apart, Castiel took Dean’s hand in his once more. “Tonight is going to be a nice relaxing night for us. First we’re going to get you changed into some comfy pjs and then we’re going to watch some Scooby-Doo. But before we do I have a little surprise for you.”

Dean’s eyes lit up, “Surprise?!”

“Yeah a surprise! I was planning on saving it for someone’s birthday but tonight it’s needed more. But first pajamas.”

Castiel stood up and walked over to Dean’s closet while Dean whined and threw himself back onto the bed. “I don’t wanna wait.”

“It will only be a minute.” Cas replied back as he search for some pajamas.

“What is it?”

“Wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you?” Castiel smirked.

Dean huffed and sighed, and tried, tried to wait patiently for Cas to come back over. After what felt like years (in reality only two minutes) Castiel returned with some pjs and a diaper.

Dean lifted his head when Castiel returned, “Surprise?”

“Not yet sweet boy, just a minute. First we get you changed then…”

“Then surprise?”

“Then we get the surprise. That’s right smart boy. Now, let’s get you into some pajamas.”

The pajama change went by uneventful. Dean, though a little impatient, acted his best when changed into pajamas and a diaper. Once all settled Dean quickly sat up and looked at Castiel all excited.

“Okay baby bee, close your eyes.” Cas winked with a smirk.

Dean could barley hold his excitement. The once grumpy hunter had done a complete 180. He closed his eyes and held Sharon close as he patiently waited for his surprised.

Cas went into the closet and grabbed the small box. He carefully unwrapped the packaging before making his way back to Dean. When he did, he spotted the Little trying to look.

“Hey what did I say about those eyes?” Cas raised an eye brow. Dean quickly shut them once more. Cas couldn’t help but shake his head at his cheeky little one.

“Okay, hold out your hand and when I count to three open your eyes. Ready?”

With Dean’s hand out, Cas carefully placed the gift, “1….2…..3!! Open!!”

Dean quickly opened his eyes and gasped. There was a moment of pure bliss as Dean stared at the Scooby Doo themed paci. The paci has the works, gems, little paw print charms, zoniks written on the front and a little picture of Scooby himself.

He looked up from the gift to Cas, “Y-You got me a paci?”

“I did,” Cas took a seat next to him on the bed once more, “I’ve been noticing someone has developed a habit of sucking their thumb,” Castiel started to say causing Dean to blush.

“So I planned on getting you a pacifier but then I stumbled across this one online and I couldn’t resist to get it for Scooby Doo’s number one fan.”

With tears in his eyes he looked back up at Cas again, “I wuve it!!” Dean practically tackled Cas into a bear hug, wrapping his arms around his neck. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!! It’s so pretty and it has gems on it and even Scooby!!”

Cas laughed, hugging his boy back, “You are so welcome. I’m happy you like it.”

The two broke apart and Dean continued to stare at the paci.

“Dean?” Cas broke him out of his thoughts, “Why don’t you give it a try?”

What seemed so obvious made so much more sense. Wow, Caregivers really are the best! Thing is…he’s never had a pacifier before. What was it like? With a small moment of hesitation, Dean popped the pacifier into his mouth.

Then suddenly it was as if the whole world melted away. He closed his eyes and let the feeling wash over him. A pacifier was something he always wanted but before his regression was known to his family, he didn’t want to risk anyone finding it.

Now he had his own!! And it’s perfect!! It’s Scooby!! He loves Scooby!! It couldn’t get better than this.

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You know what’s better than a Scooby Doo paci? Having a Scooby Doo paci in your mouth while watching Scooby Doo!!

Dean laid with his head in Cas’s lap as the two settled in the tv room for the night. Dean’s eyes were half lidded as he watched Scooby and the gang get chased around the castle by a ghost.

Cas had one arm wrapped around his little one and another playing with his hair. The night started to end off peacefully. Just a Caregiver and his little one.

Well…almost ending peacefully.

Crowley could be heard yelling in the background before Sam bursted into the tv room, towel around his waist and his hair soaking wet like a mop.

“Dean you’re never gonna believe what I-.” Sam stopped mid sentence seeing the paci.

There was a second, just a moment, where Dean worried his brother might tease him about his new paci. But what he found was the polar opposite.

“DEAN!!! THAT IS THE COOLEST PACIFIER EVER!! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?! ITS YOUR FAVORITE SHOW!! THAT’S SO AWESOME DUDE!!”

A smile spread across his face from behind the pacifier as Sam complimented it. Dean sat up and pointed to it, “Swooby!” He mumbled behind the paci.

“Yeah!! It looks so cool with that green gems and the Scooby charm…” Sam started to trail off. This pacifier gave him an idea. After all Dean’s birthday was coming up soon. Maybe he would like another one?

Crowley burst into the room half soaking wet himself, “You. Little. Troublemaker! Come here!”

And so the night ending in the Bunker with a real Scooby Doo chase. But instead of a ghost chases the Scooby gang, it was instead a soaking wet Demon chasing a very tall Hunter while another Hunter watched and giggled next to his Guardian Angel.

[jinxedruby]

Ambush at the Bridge: Chapter Five

And finally, the conclusion. Man, this is long.

AO3

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“This really isn’t necessary, Rancher.”

“You can say that as many times as you want, I’m still not going to let you walk on your own.”

Hyrule heaved a sigh from beside Twilight as they walked but made no further attempt to push away from the rancher. One of his arms wrapped around Twilight’s shoulder while Twilight supported him with an arm around Hyrule’s back. In spite of his insistence that he was fine, Hyrule had stumbled one too many times. Twilight decided to support him the rest of the way despite the traveler’s protests. Hyrule’s hair brushed Twilight’s jaw and he couldn’t help but glance at Hyrule’s head again to make sure the wound wasn’t bleeding. Dried blood matted strands of Hyrule’s brown hair together, darkening the color even further. Hyrule seemed stable, at least. He’d still break into a coughing fit every once in a while and the head wound threw off his sense of balance, but he was coherent and responsive. Twilight glanced away from Hyrule to Wind who walked a few paces ahead of them, constantly throwing concerned glances back at Hyrule.

“How much further, Sailor?” Twilight asked.

“We’re close,” Wind replied. “I recognize this area. There’s another bend or two then we should be there.”

Twilight nodded, readjusting his grip on Hyrule. The three heroes continued making their way upriver, the dull roar of the water accompanying their footsteps. Hyrule started coughing again and Twilight slowed, but the traveler just waved a hand, smiling at him between hacks.

“It’s… it’s just a tickle-“ A cough interrupted him, “-in my throat. I’m fine.”

A frown tugged at Twilight’s lips but Hyrule pulled him forward, continuing to walk. They moved on in quiet, Twilight watching Hyrule carefully for any sign of struggling. Twilight’s ears twitched, picking up a faint noise in the distance. He focused past the sound of the river, honing in on the interruptions in its repetition. He recognized the punctuated vibrations and syllables of voices after a moment.

“I hear the others,” he said. Wind looked back at him, eyebrows raised.

“You do?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and listening. “I don’t hear anything.”

Twilight continued focusing on the sound, inner ears prickling. A low, rumbling pitch, answered by a thinner one. He couldn’t pick up any words but he could hear the sharp s’s and t’s that carried across the air. “It’s definitely them. We’re nearly there.”

Wind turned away, grumbling quietly. “No fair you get super hearing.”

Twilight and Hyrule both chuckled at that, the traveler breaking into a few short coughs. It didn’t take long before Wind heard the others as well. His face split into a grin and he bounced with each step. He sped up, remembered Twilight and Hyrule couldn’t speed up with him, slowed down, and sped up again on a loop. They followed a bend in the river and the trees gave way to the old bridge. Wind laughed, running ahead and waving his arms.

“Guys!” he called to the three blond heads visible across the river. They all lifted at his voice, revealed to be Time, Warriors, and Four. The latter two knelt by the river, water dripping from Four’s face while the captain paused in scrubbing his hands as they looked up. Time sat nearby facing away from them, head turned to look at Twilight and the others.

“Sailor!” Warriors stood along with Four, shaking water from his hands. A blood-speckled bandage wrapped around his head while Four’s nose appeared a few shades too purple. “Is Traveler…?”

“He’s right here,” Twilight called as he and Hyrule came to stand by Wind at the bridge.

Warriors stiffened. Even from across the river, Twilight could see how his shoulders raised, hand darting to the sword on his back. Twilight whipped his head around, expecting to see a monster of some kind sneaking up behind him and Hyrule. Nothing was there. He blinked, turning back to call out and ask what was wrong. He froze. Warriors, Four, and Time all stared directly at him, watching him with looks he’d seen them direct at monsters. The hair on the back of Twilight’s neck rose as he looked between the three heroes.

“What… what’s wrong?” he asked.

A long moment passed before Warriors spoke, eyes darting between Twilight and Hyrule. “Rancher?” he called carefully.

“Yeah?” Twilight responded, uncertain.

Warriors hand closed around the hilt of his sword and Twilight tensed, eyes wide. He felt Hyrule stiffen beside him, the traveler reaching for his own weapon only to remember it wasn’t there. Wind’s head whipped back and forth as he looked between the two groups, face scrunched in confusion.

Four stepped past Warriors, hand hovering near his sword. “Last week,” he began, and Twilight’s trepidation turned to confusion, “the cook made a dessert with apples but you didn’t get to eat yours. Why?”

Twilight’s mouth opened and closed a few times as he processed that. Four wore one of the most serious expressions Twilight had ever seen on the smith. He almost laughed at the absurdity of that combined with his question and how Warriors stood ready to draw his weapon at a moment’s notice.

“S-smith, what-“

“Answer the question, Rancher,” Warriors cut him off, voice tight.

Twilight’s mouth snapped shut, staring dumbfounded at the three. The longer he took to answer, the tenser they became. “Epona loves apples,” he began slowly. “I looked away for one second and she ate it right off of my plate.”

A second ticked by, then another. The sound of the river hammered Twilight’s ears, punctuated by his heartbeat. Then Warriors sighed, hand dropping from his sword. Time seemed to relax as well but Four remained stiff a moment longer, gaze boring into Twilight. After another beat, Warriors placed a hand on Four’s shoulder.

“Smith,” he began in a low voice, probably not intended for those across the river to hear. “I think it’s okay.”

Four stared for a moment longer before he relented, nodding slowly and relaxing his posture.

“Traveler, are you alright?” Warriors called.

Twilight blinked at the abrupt topic change while Hyrule huffed a laugh. “You… you can’t just-“

“What was that about?” Wind cried before Hyrule could complete his thought.

“It…” Warriors glanced at Four. “It’s a lot to explain. Sorry for the suspicion, Rancher. We can talk once you guys get over here.”

“Traveler, are you okay to cross?” Four asked. “We’d come to you, but…” He cast a glance at Time and Twilight frowned. Was the old man wounded? Was that why he hadn’t moved at all other than looking over his shoulder?

“I’m fine,” Hyrule responded.

“Great!” Wind all but jumped onto the bridge, the old wood groaning in protest. “Because I want an explanation for what just happened!”

Twilight nodded in agreement, fighting back a wince as Wind ran across the bridge, loud creaks accompanying each step. Twilight and Hyrule followed after him, reaching it just as Wind crossed to the other side, immediately rushing toward Four and peppering him with questions. Just before stepping onto the bridge, Hyrule stopped, pulling Twilight to a halt as well.

“Traveler?” Twilight asked softly, eyeing how Hyrule stared at the bridge. “You okay?”

Hyrule took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh that sounded almost exasperated. “I hate bridges.”

Twilight snorted. “Tell me about it.”

“Did you fall off a bridge and nearly drown, too?”

Twilight took a step onto the bridge. “No, but I’ve had several break on me,” he began as he took another step, Hyrule beside him. “Had two separate jousting battles on bridges.” Another step. “One got set on fire while I was on it. Had to jump off into the lake below.”

“Yikes.” Hyrule winced in sympathy as they walked.

Twilight hummed in agreement, nodding. “Two got taken apart by beasts and the pieces were thrown to the other side of Hyrule.”

Hyrule laughed. “What is with your journey and bridges?”

“I’ve asked myself the same thing,” Twilight chuckled. Before he knew it, they crossed the bridge, stepping onto solid ground on the other side. He grinned, looking over at Hyrule. “Hey, we made it!”

Hyrule snorted. “You had doubt?”

“You’re really asking that after everything I just told you?”

“Fair enough.”

“Traveler!” Warriors swiftly stepped in front of Hyrule, examining his head wound. He stood back after a moment with a sigh, gesturing to the ground beside Time. “Sit down, let me take a look.”

“It’s fine, I already healed it,” Hyrule protested, pulling against Twilight as the rancher tried to lead him to sit. “Besides, you’re hurt too.”

Twilight eyed the numerous bandages Warriors sported as the captain moved to Hyrule’s other side and grabbed his arm, firmly guiding him next to Time. “Just a few cuts that the old man already took care of. Sit down and let me take a look at your head.”

Hyrule heaved a sigh but didn’t fight any further, letting the two guide him. Once he was seated, Warriors glanced at Twilight.

“Are you hurt, Rancher?” he asked, eyes darting over Twilight.

“No,” Twilight replied, then gave a crooked grin. “Just muddy.”

Warriors nodded with a half-smirk and Twilight stood back up. He glanced between Time and where Four and Wind stood, the sailor continuing to pelt Four with questions faster than the smith could answer. He wanted to ask about their suspicion of him as well, but first…

“Old man,” he said, moving around Hyrule and Warriors and heading toward Time. “Are you-?”

His words died in his throat. Lying unmoving with his head propped up in Time’s lap, tunic absolutely drenched with blood, was Wild. Twilight gasped sharply, dropping to his knees before Wild’s form, one hand darting to the champion’s head, the other to the tear in his tunic over his chest.

“Champion!” Twilight pressed his hand against Wild’s much too pale forehead, the skin cool beneath his palm. Wild stirred at the touch but didn’t open his eyes, lips parted as he took shallow breaths through his mouth. Brownish tracks of dried blood ran along his collar and the sides of his neck, leading toward bloody mats in his hair.

“He’s alright.”

Twilight’s gaze snapped up to Time as the old man placed a warm hand on his shoulder.

“We used a fairy and she took care of his wounds,” Time explained. “But he lost a lot of blood.”

Twilight’s head spun as he looked back down at Wild. Time’s reassurances battled in his mind with the sight of pale, unconscious Wild whose tunic looked closer to a dark purple than blue with how much blood was soaked into it. Wild shivered every so often, brow pinching.

“What…” Twilight swallowed hard against the lump that formed in his throat. “What happened?”

“We were attacked,” Four said, suddenly beside Twilight. Twilight glanced over to see Warriors, Hyrule, and Wind close by as well, listening to Four. “By a… shadow.”

Twilight’s eyes widened. “Shadow?”

“Not the Shadow, but…” Four lowered himself to the ground, sitting cross-legged between Twilight and the others. He sighed. “I don’t know. I was able to fight him off, but not before he…” His eyes flicked to Wild for a moment.

Not before he almost killed Champion. Twilight finished in his head, wincing at the involuntary thought.

“Did he do that to your face, too?” Wind asked, delicate as always.

To Twilight’s surprise, Four laughed. “No, that was a moblin, actually. It broke my nose but the captain straightened it.” His smile faded as his eyes drifted back to Wild. Twilight found his gaze traveling to the champion as well, fingers absently running through the tangled blond locks. Wild’s breaths came shallow but steady, face still an unhealthy pallor.

“Does what happened with Champion have to do with your suspicion of me?” Twilight asked, not taking his eyes off Wild.

Four shifted as all eyes turned to him. Twilight looked up to see Four’s gaze locked on Wild, lips knotted.

“Yes,” Four said. He chewed on his lip, took a breath. “The shadow, he…” He trailed off and sighed. Then he forced himself to meet Twilight’s gaze. “He disguised as you.”

Twilight’s hand froze in Wild’s hair. The others might have reacted but he didn’t notice, focus tunneling. His eyes widened, heart thudding in his chest. “It…” He couldn’t form one thought, gaze dropping to Wild’s sleeping face. “Did… did you guys know, o-or…”

“We figured it out,” Four quickly said, seeming to understand Twilight’s thought process. “But not right away. We- he knew it wasn’t you by the time the shadow… hurt him.”

Twilight could hardly feel any relief at that. He couldn’t imagine what Wild must’ve felt. What Twilight would feel if he got attacked by something disguising as Time.

“I’m sorry for suspecting you,” Four said, distracting him from his thoughts.

Twilight shook his head. “No, I understand. I’d have done the same if-“

Stirring beneath his hand brought his words to an abrupt halt. Everyone’s heads snapped downward as Wild groaned, slowly bringing a hand to his head. His eyes fluttered and blinked open, squinted as he looked around. His blue eyes landed on Twilight, a haze dimming their brightness. His movements slowed. Then his eyes shot wide open. He gasped, hurling himself to the side and away from Twilight, slamming against Time. Time tried calming the cook, gently grasping his shoulders but Wild wrestled out of his grip. Twilight’s fingers snagged on a knot in Wild’s hair and the champion panicked, thrashing in an attempt to get away. Before Twilight could free his hand, Wild’s flailing connected with his jaw. The force of the blow snapped his head back and he yelped as Wild tore his hair free, lunging away from him and Time.

“Cook! Cook, calm down!” Four yelled, struggling to get Wild’s attention. Wild didn’t seem to hear him, attempting to spring to his feet. His legs failed to support him and he stumbled to one side before collapsing to his hands and knees with a groan. Warriors, Hyrule, and Wind all darted forward at once, eager to help, but Wild only stiffened at their approach, trying and failing to get up and run again.

“Give him space!” Time called, jumping up and grabbing Warriors’ arm, pulling him back. Warriors glanced at him before tugging on Hyrule and Wind, the three of them backing away. Wild continued to gasp, eyes wide and limbs shaking as he struggled to hold himself up and move. Four dropped to a kneel in front of Wild before Time could stop him, trying to get the cook’s attention.

“Cook! Link!”

The use of his real name seemed to finally get through to Wild. He looked up, breathing hard, muscles tensed as much as they could be in his weakened state.

“It’s fine, you’re safe,” Four said in less of a shout than before.

“But-“ Wild began, voice rough, “-th- the shadow-“

“It’s him, Cook, he’s the real rancher. The shadow’s gone.”

Wild stared at Four for a long moment, the smith giving him a reassuring smile as Wild heaved for breath. Wild turned his head, eyeing Twilight warily. “Rancher?”

Twilight did his best to smile. “Hey, cub.”

Wild visibly relaxed as the nickname, head dropping and elbows wobbling. He groaned and crumpled fully to the ground. Twilight and Four both exclaimed in alarm, darting towards Wild.

“’m okay,” Wild mumbled as Twilight carefully turned him onto his back. “Just lightheaded.”

“Any pain?” Twilight asked, gently checking him over for any fresh blood. “Your chest?”

“I’m fine,” Wild responded, weakly batting Twilight’s hands away. “Really. Just dizzy and thirsty.”

“Here.” Twilight glanced around for Wild’s bag and, when he didn’t immediately see it, unhooked his own water skin from his belt and held it out toward Wild. He and Four helped Wild sit up and Twilight held the water skin to Wild’s lips. Wild wrapped a hand around it and tilted it back. He drank slowly at first but was soon gulping it down, drops escaping through the corners of his mouth and trickling along his jaw.

Warriors knelt down before Wild as the champion drained the last of the water skin, lowering it with a gasp. “How’re you doing, Champion?”

“Captain,” Wild said, ignoring Warriors’ question and reaching toward him with his free hand. Warriors took the hand albeit with a bit of confusion. “Thank you.”

Warriors’ face fell into relief and a soft grin. “Don’t thank me. Thank the old man. If he hadn’t found that fairy…”

“And if you two hadn’t kept him alive until I got back,” Time immediately countered, nodding toward Warriors and Four.

Wild laughed lightly, pulling his hand back. “In any case. Thank you.”

Warriors smiled. “Of course.” Four and Time gave murmurs of assent.

“Glad you’re alright, cub,” Twilight said, giving Wild’s shoulder a squeeze.

Wild turned to look at him and his eyes widened. Twilight slowly took his hand away, worried Wild might still be somewhat afraid of him, but then he realized Wild’s gaze was fixed on his jaw. It throbbed slightly where Wild hit it and, judging by the cook’s expression, a bruise was already forming.

“Did…” Wild paused, swallowing thickly. “Did I do that?”

Twilight smiled, trying to appear reassuring. “It’s okay. You were panicking, I don’t blame you given the circumstances.”

“But still, I…” Wild groaned, folding his arms across his knees and lowering his head onto them. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Twilight rested a hand on Wild’s shoulder. “It’s alright, really.”

Wild turned his head, peeking an eye out from under his bangs. He stared at Twilight for a moment, eye roving over his face. He must have found whatever he was searching for because he sighed and lifted his head again, propping his chin on his arms. Four held his water flask out toward Wild. When the cook didn’t immediately take it, Four shoved it in his face pointedly.

“Drink,” Four said, continuing to hold out the flask. “You lost a lot of blood, you need to stay hydrated.”

Wild leaned away from the flask. “I’m not taking any more of your guys’ wate-“

His words were cut short as Four shoved the mouth of the flask to Wild’s lips. Wild made a muffled noise of protest and Twilight couldn’t help but laugh as Four forcibly tilted the flask. A gargling sound left Wild’s throat before he snatched the flask and pulled it out of Four’s hand and away from his mouth.

“Okay, okay, you don’t have to drown me!” he exclaimed. He took a drink from the flask, rolling his eyes at Four’s smug expression. He glanced around at the others as he drank. Then he glanced around a second time and pulled the flask away from his mouth with a frown. “Where are Sky and the vet?”

“They’re still not back?” Wind asked as he looked around. The others glanced around as well, Twilight’s frown growing the longer the silence stretched.

“Who saw them last?” Time eventually asked as it quickly became apparent that no one knew where the two heroes were.

“I was by Vet at the start of the battle,” Wind spoke up. “But there were a bunch of those really fast lizards and we got split up.”

“I saw those,” Twilight realized. “Some went after Sky, I think. But that was right around when Traveler fell in the river so I didn’t see what happened after that.”

“Were there four?” Wild directed the question at Wind. The sailor nodded. “I saw those lizalfos in the woods. Took ‘em out. Didn’t see Sky or the vet, though. And I didn’t notice any… any blood.”

“Maybe they got chased off?” Warriors suggested. “They could’ve gone far to shake off the lizalfos. That would explain why they haven’t made their way back yet.”

“Even so, we should search for them,” said Time, turning toward the tree line. “They could be in trouble.”

“I’ll go,” Warriors said immediately, standing up and pointedly ignoring how his injured leg shook.

“No, you’re still hurt.”

“Nearly all of us are hurt. I can still fight.”

Time and Warriors shot back and forth several more times before Hyrule stood with a sigh. “I’m gonna go find my sword and shield,” he announced before setting off toward the river.

“I’ll come with you!” Wind immediately jumped up, jogging after the traveler.

Twilight watched them go before turning toward Warriors and Time, trying to think of a way to settle their argument. He stopped halfway when a distant sound pricked at his ears. He quickly turned back, peering downriver as his ears twitched. Sharp s’s and t’s. A low creaking noise that could have been a groan. He stood up, narrowing his eyes.

“Rancher?” he heard Wild ask but he ignored the champion in favor of listening to the voices.

“They’re back,” he realized. No sooner had the words left his mouth then two figures appeared around the bend in the river, moving toward the bridge slowly. Too slowly. Twilight took off toward the figures at a jog. “They’re back!”

He heard shuffling from behind him followed by a grunt that sounded like Warriors. Time ordered the captain to sit down before hurrying to catch up to Twilight, the two running to meet Sky and Legend.

Sky raised a hand and waved a bit weakly. Then he stumbled slightly, hand darting down to gingerly press against his side. Twilight’s heart jumped into his throat and he put more speed into his steps. As he drew closer, he saw blood speckling the left side of Sky’s tunic, steps hitching as he walked. Mud absolutely coated Legend, only one arm and the left side of his face clear through the muck. Legend looked up blearily, eyes taking a moment too long to focus on Time and Twilight. Then his gaze slid beyond them and his eyes shot wide open.

“Cook!” he shouted, breaking into an unsteady run. Sky did as well, but he stumbled and nearly toppled over, wrapping an arm around his ribs and hissing.

“I’m good,” Wild called, but that didn’t stop Sky and Legend from hurrying over to him. Twilight reached out to support Legend as he brushed past, but the veteran flapped a hand, staggering to a kneel before Wild.

“Goddesses, Cook,” he said breathlessly. “Did you decide to take a bath in blood?”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Wild replied as Legend checked him over with slightly trembling hands. “Did you decide to take a bath in mud?”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Legend snapped, pulling back after determining Wild was uninjured.

“What ha… wh… what h-“ Sky broke off into a cough, “-happened?”

“Got stabbed but then I got healed,” Wild said quickly. “I’m fine now. Are you guys okay?”

“Stabbed?” Sky wheezed before coughing again.

“Yeah, but I’m fine. All good. What happened to you?”

“I-“ Sky stumbled and tipped over backwards. Twilight yelped and darted forward but Time was already there, catching Sky and gently lowering him to the ground. Sky gasped in a breath before it abruptly cut off with pain, face twisting and arms wrapping around his middle. A shout of worry alerted Twilight to Hyrule and Wind’s return, silver sword hilt gleaming over Hyrule’s shoulder.

“Let me see,” Warriors said. Sky slowly pulled his arms away and Warriors gingerly prodded around Sky’s ribs. Sky winced, biting his lip to stifle a whine. “I think your ribs are fractured. Does anyone have a potion?”

Twilight pulled out his potion but Sky shook his head, carefully withdrawing a half-empty red potion from his own pouch. Warriors investigated Sky’s lightly bleeding side as the Skyloftian struggled to uncork the bottle.

“What happened?” Warriors asked as he gently rolled up Sky’s tunic to reveal the wound. Angry red patches stretched across his skin, blood seeping sluggishly from deeper portions where the skin had stripped away. A deep frown pulled at Warriors’ mouth, eyes darkening in a way that made Twilight think he must have recognized that kind of wound. The captain said nothing, reaching into his pouch to fish out bandages.

“Hinox from my era,” Legend said. Twilight glanced over to see Legend had laid spread eagle out on the ground, Hyrule kneeling down to check him over. Legend swatted the traveler away. “They like throwing people. And bombs.”

“Did you get thrown, too?” Four asked as he hurried over to Sky to help him uncork the potion.

Legend rocked his head from side to side. “No. Was stuck in a mud pit the whole time. I’m not hurt, just overextended my magic. Stamina potion wore off.”

Twilight perked up at that. “Mud pit?”

“Yeah.” Legend rolled onto his side, peering up at Twilight. His eyes widened as he took in Twilight’s mud-splattered state. “Wait, you too?”

Twilight nodded. “I was trying to follow the sailor but we got separated then I heard-“

“Laughing,” Legend finished.

“I didn’t… didn… hear anything,” Sky remarked breathlessly, sipping at the potion as Warriors bandaged his side. “But you… you did, Rancher?”

“Yeah. I tried to find out where it was coming from but I stepped into the sinkhole and it stopped.”

Legend’s eyes widened even further. “Same here.”

“Nobody else heard it?” Twilight asked, glancing around. The others all shook their heads. Legend and Twilight stared at each other for a moment. Twilight found his gaze drifting to the fading pink in Legend’s hair while Legend’s eyes landed on Twilight’s wolf pelt. They were silent for a moment.

“Weird!” Legend exclaimed.

“Yeah, so strange!” Twilight responded.

“Guess we’ll never know why we’re the only two who could hear it!”

“What a mystery!”

The others all eyed the two of them suspiciously, apparently not convinced by their subtlety. Twilight coughed, turning to Sky.

“Anyway, Sky, are you feeling alright? I have a full potion if you need it.”

“No, I think… I think I’m okay now,” Sky said, carefully twisting his torso from side to side and taking a few deep breaths. His chest didn’t hitch anymore and Warriors had rolled his tunic back down, covering the bandages.

“Okay, just keep an eye on it,” Warriors said. “Let us know if that changes.”

Sky nodded and Legend groaned, flopping onto his back once more. “I’m more than ready to clean up and call it a day.”

“I wish we were in the rancher’s Hyrule,” Hyrule sighed. “I could use a soak in one of those Goron hot springs.”

“My era has hot springs, too,” Wild said.

“Yeah, but your hot springs are way up in the mountains and no sane person would travel through all the snow just for that,” Legend replied.

Wild looked mildly offended. “I go up there for them.”

Legend shot him a look. “Like I said.”

Wild scoffed and rolled his eyes while the others laughed.

“And you definitely could use a bath,” Warriors snickered, moving from Sky to Legend to ruffle the veteran’s hair. “This mud color doesn’t really compliment your flowery hair.”

Legend swatted the captain’s hand away with a scowl. He opened his mouth to respond but stopped short, a glint entering his eye and smirk tugging at his lips. “Maybe not, but you know what I think it would go great with?”

Warriors arched a brow, planting one hand on his hip. “What-“ He cut himself off with a shriek as Legend suddenly sprang up, mud-caked arms outstretched and a devilish grin on his face. Warriors lunged away, or at least attempted to. His injured leg gave out from under him and sent him sprawling to the ground. He twisted onto his back, holding out both hands as Legend loomed over him.

“Wait, wait, wait, you wouldn’t attack a wounded man!” he cried, waving his hands frantically.

Legend’s grin only grew. “I absolutely would.”

Warriors’ eyes widened but before Legend could descend on him, Wind tackled Legend from the side with a cry of, “Don’t worry, Captain, I’ll save you!” Legend lifted a mud-caked hand and dug his fingers into Wind’s hair, smearing it with mud and eliciting a sharp yelp of laughter from the sailor. Legend rolled as if to pin Wind beneath him but his eyes grew unfocused and he overshot, rolling over and off of Wind. Wind took Legend’s dizziness as an opportunity to pounce, uncaring that that only served to smear more mud onto him. But in rolling, Legend had moved closer to where Warriors was just beginning to stand. His arm shot out and snatched the captain’s elbow, yanking him back down with a yelp as he fell into the muddy heap. Twilight was half-surprised to hear a soft chuckle from beside him, glancing over to see Time’s eyes crinkling at the corners as he watched the scene. Twilight felt a grin tugging at his mouth as he looked back at the three, the others all having similar reactions.

“Now we’re really all going to need to wash up,” Twilight remarked.

“Yeah,” Four said. “We should probably stop those three before they get any dirtier.

“Probably.”

Nobody moved to stop them.

[awakenthemusic]

Threshold

Summary: Cas is gone… again. That doesn't mean he's not still haunting Dean's dreams, though.

Tags: Destiel, Short fic, ~600 words, Angst, Grief/Mourning

For Suptober 2023 Day 1 - Liminal.

Under the cut or on Ao3

Dean woke with a gasp, the stench of singed feathers clogging his nose and coating his throat with ash.

The smell of burning wings.

His heart pounded as he fought the bed sheets tangled around his legs where they clung to the sweat that drenched his skin. He wrestled his way out enough to turn on the bedside lamp and searched his surroundings with frantic eyes.

He was in his room at the bunker. There were no sunny green fields with the grass scorched black. No tang of char and lightning. No angels.

No Cas.

Dean buried his face in his shaking hands and tried not to scream.

The dream had felt so real and so hazy at the same time. He’d seen so many angels, recognized them and known that they were kin. He’d stared them in the face as they’d burned.

Even now, the guilt and the fury and the godawful smell made his stomach roil. It took him back to kneeling in the dirt outside the house where Kelly Kline was giving her life to bring a possible monster into the world. Took him back to the paralyzing grief that had reached into his chest and ripped out his heart only to grind it into the ashes left behind by Cas’ wings.

A vicious voice in his mind taunted, You don't even have a body to burn this time.

Dean wrenched himself from his bed, stumbling over to grab the bottle of whiskey he'd left on the table by the door. He held it for a long moment, his shaking arms screaming with the impulse to throw it, to smash it against the wall and watch it shatter, to grind the broken glass under his feet like he’d been walking on the shards of himself ever since Cas had said… had said goodbye in the fucking dungeon.

He squeezed the neck of the bottle so hard, he started to lose feeling in his fingers.

“You son of a bitch.” The words wrenched out of him, jagged and ripping at his throat. With sudden clarity, he knew he had to get himself somewhere else before he lost the ability to bite them back entirely.

He threw on yesterday’s clothes and grabbed his keys, tearing out of the bunker’s garage like he had hellhounds on his ass.

Baby flew down the highway, eating up the miles as Dean’s thoughts spun faster than Baby’s tires. Emotions twisted up in his gut so tight, he worried he’d never get the knot to come loose.

He angrily scrubbed away the tears that itched as they flowed down his cheeks.

He drove to a field outside town, one with a brook, a little garden, and a windmill nearby, all bathed in moonlight.

He skidded to a stop, uncaring of the way the tires tore into the grass on the side of the road. He marched out into the field and screamed.

All of the pain, all of the turmoil raging in his head, poured out of Dean, burning his throat like acid as it went.

“You SON OF A BITCH!”

He paced the clearing like a wild animal, uncaring if the town’s newly-returned residents heard him. “You fucking asshole! You were supposed to be here! Paradise on earth, that was the plan! How can I— How could you—“

Dean screamed wordlessly at the sky, falling to his knees in the soft grass.

The fight left him in a rush, nothing but empty ache left behind. He sank back onto his ass and buried his face in his hands. His voice cracked as he whispered, “There’s no paradise for me without you.”

[layla-sanzo]

When Reality Falls Chapter One

DSVM IVZORGB UZOOH, UFM IRHVH 

Running was something Bill had always known was beneath him. It was an act only for scared flesh bags running from their inevitable demise. But, as he sped down the chrome hall he decided the mortal saying of ‘desperate times call for desperate measures’ might not be idiotic. 

He tore past a turn as the alarm started to go off. Not a real hearable alarm of course. Even a place as boring as Theraprism could invest in psychic alarms to alert their guards. 

“Oh son of a world-ending @#$%&-” He huffed. Bill’s usual echo was muffled along with the rest of his magic by the glowing pink cuffs on his arms. 

 Most of the walls were pure chrome blandness, blanker than an amnesiac’s Mindscape, with not a door or window in sight.

As he turned and ran down enough halls to fill a labyrinth he heard the pounding of feet claws and tentacles rushing after him from behind.

 As he turned one more time, planning on burning every turn in this place down when he was free, he spotted a grey door. “Finally!” 

He rushed towards the door as he could hear the scraping of claws about to turn into the hall. Bill did not have to stretch to the tips of what would be his toes to reach the doorknob, nope that definitely was not what happened.

 And if it was, no one could prove it.

He quickly scuttled into the room and shut the door behind him as quietly as he possibly could. Bill sighed and leaned against the door as he gave himself a moment to look around. 

Bill quickly gathered that he had run into a cell block. The other ‘patients’ of this feel-good hell sat in barred cages, some paced back and forth with snarls, some stared up at the blank uncaring ceiling. They lined the walls like a zoo of evils and rejects. Each of them wore the orange prison-like jumpsuit that even Bill was forced into. A fact that made Bill vow to add ‘erase the color orange from existence’ to his list of mayhems to make when he escaped. 

Only two guards seemed to be in this section, standing in a way that left the corner near the door that Bill was hiding in a blind spot. One of them seemed to look like an anthropomorphic hamster in a space suit, and the other was just a regular-old morphing green hooded eldritch beast.  

“Cannot believe Axolotl hasn’t put the thing down yet.” The hooded loser snarled.

“He ended up letting that demonic craft of his out of the art therapy room right? Heard it got back to that dimension.” Bill rolled his eye and leaned against a nearby cage, happy to hear people gossip about him. So what if his book tended to corrupt minds and steal blood? The art therapist never said that wasn’t allowed! And if the thing is out there trying to recruit him a mindless follower or ten, then that’s a bonus as well. 

“Oh, that? Axolotl’s known about that for a while now.” The eldritch shrugged with a snicker. “He’s not happy, that’s for sure.” 

Ah %@#$, that’s a good way to throw a human ancestor wrench in his plan. It took a lot to make Axolotl act less than his usual blank happy look. Axolotl was a boring god, there was no other way Bill would describe him. Axie had all the power in the multiverse and he used it to micromanage ‘villains’ into ‘reforming’, he was a clown in salamander’s clothing. Bill rubbed a hand over his eye with a silent sigh.

“He’s got his little human assistant out chasing the book now. Good thing, give that hyper pest something to do.” The hamster huffed its eyes tired at the mere mention of the assistant. The hooded creature cackled under its breath with a nod.

Human Assistant? Bill’s eye shot back open and he looked over at the two in confusion. Axolotl didn’t have an assistant, and Axolotl certainly didn’t talk to humans.

 Making humans into fleshy worshipers was Bill’s schtick! Bill was the only being of his rank in power who manipulated the little pests, anyone else who did it was just copying. 

W-well his last one did turn on him and make his twin brother murder him. But-um-who cares!? He’s still standing and the Pines still fear him!

Bill would know, he knew everything!

Bill sighed with a glare. ‘!@#$ no one tells me anything anymore! You would think Axolotl would tell his oldest pal he was finally making friends!’ Bill almost huffed out a laugh at the thought. 

. 

. 

. 

‘Did Axolotl find an assistant while I’ve been imprisoned here?’

‘How long had it been since I died?!’ ‘Not .. Not that it mattered of course! Time is an illusion made by the hologram that is the universe ...  And even … even though it’s felt like millions of years to me, in a place like Theraprism it could’ve only been two minutes!’

‘But … How long has it been since the multiverse feared to whisper my name?’

‘How long …’

‘How long since I'd got to break and smash and destroy a dimension until it was left to cinders?’

‘How long since the Pines were sent the painful nightmares they deserve?!’

‘How long since anyone remembered m-’

“There he is!” The hamster shrieked. Bill barely had a moment to slow his shaking breathing and blink away the blurring in her eye before he saw the guards leaping towards him. 

Bill was quickly grabbed and thrown onto the ground. Bill refused to let out a groan of pain. As guards began to flood in he could only think one thing, when Axolotl’s little assistant finds his book, they’re not gonna know what hit them. 

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In a dimension we know to be filled with monsters and mysteries, a girl fights off sleep. 

Her eyes drooped as the stick figure that was the chemistry teacher droned on about a topic the girl wouldn’t remember in five minutes. Her eyes glazed over the room, trying to latch onto anything interesting enough to keep her from sleeping in class. The closet-sized room was covered in childish posters and slate grey round tables. The ninth graders all looked seconds away from stabbing their ears just to stop hearing the teacher mumble. 

The girl sighed and rested her head in her hand, fidgeting with one of the small braids of dark red hair that were on each side of her face. On the girl’s head sat her black knit beanie. On the beanie, three pins were pinned. A rust-colored pin with a tinfoil hat on it, a light blue pin with the Illuminati on it, and a faded kaleidoscopic colored pin with scuffs and cracks on it that had a pink cartoon Axolotl in the middle. 

After a few more moments, that pin began to burn.  

“Cassandra . . .” 

The girl’s head shot up and her eyes widened. The classmates sitting next to her glanced at each other, some not so subtly scooted their chairs away from the girl. 

The girl glanced around, her fingers picked at the multiple hot pink and neon green bandages on her fingers as she thought of an excuse. With a sigh, she stood up and silently made her way towards the chemistry room door. 

“What are you doing Miss Sweetkin?” The teacher droned as she looked over her shoulder at the escaping student. The entire room snickered at the surname and the girl sighed deeply before turning to look at her teacher. 

“I-um-I have .. to.” The girl stared blankly for a moment before grinning, “… fix my hat! Bye!” With that, she rushed into the blank grey halls of Redwood High School. From the snickers and sighs she heard as she paused to close the door behind her, no one was really upset to see her go. 

She paused for a moment before the burning of the pin began to heat the hair below her hat, making her yelp. She sprinted down the blank grey hall, the only things decorating the walls were slate grey lockers and the occasional neon pink flyer. The girl blinked and slowed her speed as she passed one of her flyers. Drawn over with passing students' pens, under the graffiti were the words in bubble letter neon ‘Cassie’s Cryptid & Conspiracies Club’ and an empty sign-up sheet.

Cassie Sweetkin scowled before the burning of the Axolotl pin reminded her of what she was meant to be doing. 

She rushed into the girl's bathroom. A wave of cold and mold-tinted air hit her as she sped inside. It was a small room with cold blue tiles, three empty stalls and a ceiling fan that made enough noise to make Cassie want to burn the room down every time she rushed in there. The three mirrors over the sinks were smudged and tinted with a molding pink that no one wanted to touch, but they worked just fine for Cassie’s situation. She quickly closed the bathroom door, locking it behind her before shuffling over to one mirror.  

Cassie stood on the tips of her toes  to lean over a sink. She quickly caught a glimpse of her two low buns and two small braids of dark reddish brown hair, and her overly wide grey eyes on olive skin. Her eyes glanced over her slightly large nose with a neon pink band-aid with neon stars on it, and her too bushy reddish brown eyebrows. Her eyes then immediately darted up to the Axolotl pin on her knit beanie, strands of red hair frizzing out around it as the thing sparked with heat. 

A spark landed on her forehead with a scalding jolt, making Cassie hiss quietly as she jumped into an explanation to get the thing to calm down. “Alright, alright, my attention is grabbed fishy, don’t burn my hat off.” Cassie smiled at the pin through the mirror and chuckled under her breath as the sparks fizzled away and the pink cartoon axolotl blinked and looked down at her from on the pin. 

"What has caused you to take so long to respond, my child?” The echoing voice of the Axolotl bounced through Cassie’s mind. Axolotl had a voice that Cassie had always had a hard time trying to explain. His voice was both monotone and happy at the same time as it spoke with echoes that made it sound like a group of ten talking in almost perfect unison.  

“Sorry boss man! I was in chemistry class! I got out before you decided to fry my hair off. And they say I’m impatient!” Cassie shrugged.

 At a shushing noise from Axolotl, Cassie glanced around to make sure no one would soon try to break the door down. She sighed and rocked on her heels slightly at the thought of explaining why she was talking to herself in a bathroom . . . again. Cassie resolved to try and talk with a normal person's indoor voice while chatting today.  

“Sorry! Um-what do you want fishy? Got some cosmic paperwork you don’t feel like doing? I’m fine with it, that stuff's interesting when you’re researching aliens instead of imprisoning them.” She grinned, looking up at the pin as it frowned and rolled its black beady eyes. 

“I am not a jail warden, I am a keeper of multiversal peace and order in helping fix the-”

“-Shattered minds of the world’s most broken creatures, I know your speech Axie, I’ve only heard it for eight years straight.” Cassie giggled, covering her mouth with her band-aid-covered hand so that her cackle of a laugh wouldn’t alert the entire school to her whereabouts. 

“Eight years is nothing in the eyes of the eternal.” The cartoon Axolotl shrugged with a slight smile. 

“Well, then fourteen doesn’t mean much either and yet you’re sending a fourteen-year-old on quests. So, whataya got for me?” Cassie said in a singsong voice while the Axolotl’s sigh echoed in her mind. Cassie beamed widely, Axolotl only acted this unamused if he was letting Cassie do something dangerous for once!

“You are aware of the problem that is bill cipher, no?” Cassie froze on the tips of her toes, the rocking of her heels coming to an abrupt stop as her already large eyes widened.

 Axolotl had rarely mentioned his old friend Cipher, and when he did he only did it to make Cassie promise to never, under any circumstances, approach the Gravity Falls conqueror. Her orders to avoid the beast even included avoiding the town it tried to rule as well . . . Though Cassie had forgotten that rule a few times in curiosity. 

Most of her knowledge she had on the strange triangle was from places she knew Axolotl wouldn’t approve of. “U-um … he’s your old friend right?” Cassie decided to play it safe today, not wanting to get into an argument about her investigative habits. 

“He would rip a dimension apart if he suspected someone in it knew about our once friendship.” For a second Cassie swore she heard an echoing chuckle bounce in her mind, but she shook her head, Axolotl never laughed. She should know. 

“Wow, he sounds fun,” Cassie said blankly in a way that only the Axolotl with direct access to her thoughts at the moment could decipher as sarcasm. 

“He certainly thought so, child. And that leads us to the problem at hand. He released a book-”

“-Authors do tend to be nutcases,” Cassie smirked with a shrug and the Axolotl groaned though the pin's smile gave away his true emotion.

“This book, the book of BILL as he has decided to call it, has instructions to release him from theraprism before he is healed! It is a very big problem for the plans. I wouldn’t ask you to deal with anything to do with Cipher usually but if you could-”

“-Where and when is it boss man? I’ll get it to you as quick as human legs can run.” Cassie smiled warmly as she heard the Axolotl start to ramble slightly. 

There was silence for a moment before the pin grinned. “Gravity Falls, of course, I suppose I’m letting you in there for this task. Now it first showed up at the Pine’s shack about … How long has it been in your dimension since the ‘Weirdmageddon’ issue?”

“Like … four years?” Cassie tilted her head, one of her mini braids falling into her face.

“Ah! Well since a week or so after that. Though for me it feels like a mix of five hours and five millennia ago since it happened. Then the Mr. Ford Pines' fellow threw it into a dimension rift in annoyance according to Theraprism intel.” 

Cassie blinked, “...Does time mean nothing to you people? . . . Awesome!” She grinned. 

“Be that as it may be it has now again resurfaced right back in gravity falls, but now all the pines are on their boats or in their school years, so none are there to stop some random rebellious youth from finding it and trying to summon the triangle for peer validation. It has become annoyingly popular among that town's youth to worship the old triangle to act .. how do you tiny humans say? Edgy?” 

“So you’re sending another edgy rebellious youth to counteract this and save the day? Logical, that’s logical.” Cassie nodded to herself as she thought it over before smiling widely. “You don’t think I could read through it a bit-”

“-Absolutely not,” Axolotl said blankly. 

“I’m not gonna summon the eldritch egomaniac! I’m not an idiot! I’m just gonna add it to my research notes!”

“Nope.” He sighed. 

“And I’ll make sure to bring it back to you right after!” Cassie tried to do puppy dog eyes into the mirror, but seeing as Axolotl had no idea what a dog was, it was ineffective.

“Not happening.” If Axolotls could be more expressive, Cassie was sure Axolotl would be fixing his nails snarkily from the bored tone that echoed in her head.

 “Oh fine! Steal the joy outta life!” Cassie whined, adding drama to her voice as she leaned against the sink, careful for her olive green jacket to not touch the sink’s cracked bit. 

She couldn’t keep the grin off her face as she watched a smile etch onto the pin Axolotl’s face. “Are all human younglings this dramatic?”

“Do all Axolotl’s have your highfalutin lexicon?” Cassie droned back in Axolotl’s tone. 

“Yes.” Cassie covered her mouth to hide her laugh at the blunt reply. 

“Now, the book hid itself in the Gravity Falls library. Obviously, it was thinking that it would be a safe place to hide. Luckily for you, that library will only have one black leather book with a red Illuminati and the feeling of death on it!” 

“Hurray! Sounds cool to me!” Cassie said back in equal excitement, never catching the sarcasm that had been in her boss’ tone. “Don’t you worry fishy, I’ll have that book back to you before you can say Plaidypus!” Cassie threw up a mock salute to the mirror and the Axolotl pin grinned. 

Sharp pounding knocks rapped on the door, “Unlock the bathroom, Sweetkin.” An older girl growled, the huffs and grumbles of other girls behind her following. 

The smile drained from Cassie’s face, and Axolotl sighed.

“That is my cue to leave and your cue to go back to human school. Do not pull the fire alarm to escape, you do not need to rush to complete the mission. Time matters to no one important. Do well in your class, I’ll know if you don’t.” With those definitely not ominous words, the expression left the Axolotl pin and it went back to its regular stationary form,  leaving Cassie staring alone into the mirror as the girls complained outside.

“Bye,” Cassie whispered with a smile as she walked towards the door, not feeling the need to rush even as it was practically pounded against. 

When she opened the door with a loose smile she looked up to see five girls glaring down at her. “The hell are you doing in here? It take you that long to pluck your brows?” One girl growled as she shoved past Cassie, the others knocking her back by her shoulder to get to the mirrors. Cassie winced and put a hand up to her shoulder. 

“How long did it take you to think of that one, Cherry? It’s so original I might sob.” Cassie rolled her eyes. 

“Pft she’s right Cherry, if she was fixing those things the room would be flooded with hairs.” Another girl mumbled and another snorted with a laugh as they crowded around the mirrors to touch up their makeup. 

Cherry looked over her shoulder as she fixed her perfect strawberry blonde hair to sneer down at Cassie in the doorway. “Well she wasn’t talking to her parents, I know that.” Cherry grinned as Cassie’s face tightened and her hands turned to fists. 

“What did you just say to me you dressed up rat-” Cassie growled with a glare and stepped towards Cherry with ready fists. Cherry’s smile wobbled and she glanced around nervously as she saw the look in Cassie’s eyes. 

Before Cassie did something Cherry would regret, Cassie heard a bell in the school go off. It was time for the new class, Chemistry was over. And that finally meant one of the only interesting classes in this school was about to begin. 

She glanced at the door and her shoulders fell as she sighed. With a final glare at Cherry, she stomped out of the bathroom, the girl’s snickers following her down the hallway. She kept her eyes on her black combat boots with eyes painted on them as her face went from scowling to her usual too-wide grin.

Who cared what that blank-minded normie thought? Cassie had something more important to think about than mean humans. Cassie had a quest. A quest to find a book meant to bring back a monster. 

Cassie’s arms swung at her side, the clinking of the conspiracy and cryptid pins that lined her long green jacket making her steps instantly recognizable to the people in the halls around her. 

As Cassie approached the art room with fire in her eyes she knew one thing, this Bill person wouldn’t know what hit him. 

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hunter bad batch tied up with knife play pls

Knives - Hunter x f!reader

“Hunter please” You said pulling at the ropes tied on your wrists. “Beg some more sweetheart” He said from his chair across from the bed. He had a perfect view of you lying naked spread out on the bed. It wasn’t often that the two do you caught time off the marauder but it was a slow day and the boys gave you both free reign to go spend the night at a nearby bed and breakfast. “Please hunter, please, i need you” You said giving him your best doe eyes. “I don’t think you deserve it baby” He says lifting your leg and running the knife up it softly. He was never going to hurt you with it. Not really at least.

“I’ve been so good Hunter, please please give it to me.” You say begging him to do something, anything. “You have been good haven’t you? Fine.” He said crawling in between your spread legs. He ran his hand up your thigh to where you needed it the most. A chill ran through you as he slid his finger through your slit. A little whimper left your lips as he finally stopped his finger on your clit. “m-more” he heard you whine. This time he complied. He slid two fingers into your aching cunt.

“Fuck, Hunter, need you” You whined trying to reach for him. “Not yet” He said sliding the cold knife over your burning skin. “Why not?” You say pulling at the restraints again. “If you keep doing that i’ve never taking them off” He said glaring at you. You immediately stop but a whimper slips past your lips as he shoves his fingers in and out of you. “Oh my god, please baby, i cant take it anymore” You say begging. “Fine,” He says gruffly “if you want to take it then take it” He continues, roughly pulling his fingers out of you before shoving his cock into you.

You both groaned as he entered you. You wanted so badly to run your hands through his hair but he still hadn’t untied you. “Please let me touch you baby” You beg looking into his eyes. “Do you deserve it?” He asks staring you down. “Yes, please” You try again. He finally reaches up and undoes the restraints. You sigh in relief as you pull your arms down and wrap them around him. He slides the knife up to your throat holding it there lightly. He then begins to pick up the pace, thrusting into you hard and fast. “I’m gonna come” You moan pulling him down for a kiss. “Fuck, ca-can i come in you” He groans against your mouth.

You nod in agreement, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. The two of you came down from your high wrapped around each other. He carefully set the knife off to the side and moved the ropes away from the bed. He then pulled out of you very slowly. You whined at the loss of contact. “Baby, you got to get up and go to the bathroom” He said gently, brushing your hair out of your face. “Don’t wanna” You say frowning. He helps you into a sitting position and you go to stand but quickly fall back down. “Oh i’m sorry sweetheart” He says laughing lightly. He scoops you up into his arms and carry’s you to the bathroom.

Once he’s sure you’re clean he takes you back out to the room and sets you on the small couch off to the side so he can get clean sheets. He quickly switches the sheets and scoops you back up to place you in the bed. “Will you cuddle with me?” You ask quietly reaching for him. He quickly gives in and moves into bed next to you, holding you tight. “I love you Hunter” You mumble into his neck. “I love you too sweet girl, now get some rest” He said holding you close. The two of you drift off into a blissful sleep.

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Car Rent in Thiruvananthapuram: A Guide to Convenient and Affordable Rentals

Thiruvananthapuram (Trivandrum), the capital city of Kerala, is a vibrant destination filled with scenic beauty, historical landmarks, and cultural treasures. Whether you're visiting for business, leisure, or simply exploring Kerala, car rent in thiruvananthapuram offers unmatched convenience, flexibility, and comfort.

Here’s a comprehensive guide on renting a car in Thiruvananthapuram and making the most of your time in the city and surrounding areas.

Why Rent a Car in Thiruvananthapuram?

1. Convenience and Flexibility

Renting a car in Thiruvananthapuram gives you the freedom to explore at your own pace. You’re not restricted by public transport schedules, and you can easily visit places both inside the city and in nearby towns or scenic spots, like Kovalam, Varkala, or Ponmudi.

2. Comfort and Privacy

A rental car offers privacy and comfort, especially when traveling with family or friends. Air-conditioned cars ensure a cool and comfortable ride, making it ideal for Kerala's humid weather. Whether you’re sightseeing or simply moving around the city, having your own car enhances your travel experience.

3. Affordable for Group Travel

For larger groups or families, renting a car (or van) can be more cost-effective than hiring multiple taxis or relying on public transport. You can also save time and money by traveling together.

4. Access to Remote Areas

While public transport in Thiruvananthapuram is good, some of the best spots in Kerala are located off the beaten path. Renting a car gives you the ability to visit remote beaches, hill stations, backwaters, and other hidden gems in and around the city.

Types of Cars Available for Rent in Thiruvananthapuram

Whether you’re traveling solo, with a group, or as a couple, car rental services offer a variety of vehicle options:

1. Economy Cars

Compact and fuel-efficient, economy cars like hatchbacks or sedans are perfect for city drives and short trips around Thiruvananthapuram. These cars are affordable, ideal for solo travelers or couples.

2. SUVs and MUVs

If you're traveling with family or a group of friends, an SUV or MUV provides more space and comfort. These vehicles are ideal for longer journeys, sightseeing tours, or driving to nearby hill stations and beaches.

3. Luxury Cars

For those looking for a more premium experience, luxury sedans or SUVs are available. Whether you're attending a special event, a business meeting, or simply want to enjoy a more comfortable and stylish ride, luxury cars offer that extra touch of class.

4. Minivans

If you're traveling with a larger group or have a lot of luggage, minivans can accommodate everyone comfortably. With enough space for both passengers and baggage, minivans are a great option for group travel or family vacations.

5. Self-Drive or Chauffeur-Driven

You can choose between self-drive cars and chauffeur-driven rentals. Self-drive rentals allow you to explore the city independently, while chauffeur-driven cars offer a more relaxing experience where the driver handles the navigation and driving.

How to Rent a Car in Thiruvananthapuram

Renting a car in Thiruvananthapuram is straightforward, and you can do it through several convenient channels:

1. Online Booking

The easiest way to book a rental car is online. Many car rental companies have websites or apps that allow you to book a car in advance. Some popular online car rental services in Thiruvananthapuram include:

Zoomcar

Savaari

Drivezy

Indus Go

Ola (for both taxis and self-drive)

These platforms offer various car types, flexible booking options, and delivery services, allowing you to pick up the car from the airport, hotel, or other convenient locations.

2. In-Person Booking

If you prefer to book a car in person, you can visit one of the many car rental agencies in Thiruvananthapuram. You’ll find several agencies near the Trivandrum International Airport, railway stations, and prominent hotels.

3. Airport Car Rentals

If you’re flying into Trivandrum International Airport (TRV), you can easily book a car directly at the airport. Rental agencies have counters at the airport, making it easy to book a car as soon as you land.

4. Hotel Concierge Services

Most hotels in Thiruvananthapuram can help you arrange a car rental. The concierge desk will assist you with booking a vehicle, whether you need a self-drive or a chauffeur-driven car.

Documents Required for Renting a Car in Thiruvananthapuram

To rent a car in Thiruvananthapuram, you need to provide the following documents:

Valid Driver’s License

Indian Nationals: A valid Indian driver’s license is required.

Foreign Nationals: If you're visiting from abroad, an International Driving Permit (IDP) or a valid foreign driver’s license is necessary.

Proof of Identity

A valid ID like a passport, Aadhar card, or voter ID is required to verify your identity.

Security Deposit

Most car rental services ask for a security deposit, which is refundable when the car is returned in good condition.

Age Limit

Renters must usually be at least 21 years old with a minimum of 1-2 years of driving experience.

Car Rental Costs in Thiruvananthapuram

Car rental prices in Thiruvananthapuram can vary based on the car type, duration of the rental, and whether you opt for a self-drive or chauffeur-driven service. On average:

Economy Cars: ₹1,000 - ₹1,500 per day

SUVs and MUVs: ₹2,000 - ₹3,500 per day

Luxury Cars: ₹4,000 - ₹6,000 per day

Minivans: ₹2,500 - ₹4,000 per day

The prices generally include basic insurance and taxes. Additional costs may apply for fuel, excess insurance, and additional drivers.

Popular Car Rental Companies in Thiruvananthapuram

Several car rental agencies operate in Thiruvananthapuram, offering a variety of vehicles and services:

Zoomcar: Known for self-drive rentals with a wide range of vehicles.

Drivezy: Offers both self-drive and chauffeur-driven options with flexible booking.

Savaari: Popular for sightseeing and outstation rentals, with chauffeur services available.

Indus Go: Provides affordable self-drive options for short and long trips.

Trivandrum Taxi: A local agency offering both city taxis and car rentals for tourists.

Tips for Renting a Car in Thiruvananthapuram

Check for Insurance Coverage Ensure that the rental includes comprehensive insurance coverage for accidents, theft, and damages. You may need to pay an additional fee for full coverage or additional options.

Inspect the Car Before driving off, inspect the car for any existing damage (scratches, dents, etc.), and take photos for documentation purposes.

Fuel Policy Most car rental agencies follow a full-to-full fuel policy, which means you’ll need to return the car with a full tank of gas. Always check the fuel level when you pick up the car.

Plan for Traffic Thiruvananthapuram can have heavy traffic, especially during rush hours. Plan your journeys accordingly to avoid delays.

Road Safety Always wear your seatbelt and adhere to traffic rules. In Kerala, driving is on the left-hand side of the road.

Popular Places to Visit with Your Rental Car in Thiruvananthapuram

With a rental car, you can visit many of the beautiful and iconic places around the city, such as:

Kovalam Beach (16 km): Famous for its beautiful beaches and lighthouse.

Sree Padmanabhaswamy Temple: A historic temple and one of the richest in the world.

Varkala (50 km): Known for its cliffs, beach, and spiritual significance.

Ponmudi (61 km): A cool hill station offering scenic views and hiking opportunities.

Neyyar Dam (32 km): Ideal for boating, nature walks, and wildlife viewing.

Meenmutty Waterfalls: A peaceful waterfall located a short drive from the city.

Conclusion

Renting a car in Thiruvananthapuram gives you the freedom and flexibility to explore the city and surrounding regions at your own pace. With a range of vehicles to choose from, whether you’re traveling solo, with family, or with friends, renting a car offers comfort, privacy, and convenience. So, whether you're visiting the city's temples, beaches, or hill stations, renting a car will enhance your travel experience in Kerala’s beautiful capital!

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24 Hour Car Rental: Affordable & Convenient Options for Every Journey

Renting a car for a day can provide the freedom and flexibility needed for both business and leisure trips. Whether you're travelling for work, a quick getaway, or simply need a vehicle for a short-term move, 24 hour car rental services offer convenience and affordability. In this guide, we’ll explore various 24 hour car rental options available in key locations, such as Clapham Junction, Croydon, Canterbury, Canary Wharf, London Gatwick, and Liverpool Street Station. We’ll also delve into the costs, benefits, and tips for a seamless rental experience.

Why Choose 24 Hour Car Rental?

24 hour car rental services cater to those who need a vehicle for a single day. This type of rental service is particularly useful for:

Short-Term Trips: Whether you need a car for a business meeting, a special event, or a day out, 24-hour rentals offer the flexibility you need.

Emergency Situations: Sometimes, having access to a car at short notice can make all the difference when your regular transportation options are unavailable.

Travel Convenience: Renting a car for a day can often be more cost-effective and efficient than relying on public transport or taxis.

Popular Locations for 24 Hour Car Rental in the UK

1. 24 Hour Car Rental Clapham Junction

Clapham Junction, a major transport hub in London, is one of the best places to rent a car for the day. With convenient access to both local and national routes, renting a car here allows you to easily reach different parts of London or explore the wider UK. The area is well-served by various car hire companies, offering a range of vehicles from compact cars to luxury options. If you're looking for flexibility, you’ll find services that allow you to pick up your car at any time during the day.

2. 24 Hour Car Rental Croydon

Located in South London, Croydon is another excellent area for 24 hour car rentals. The area offers competitive rates and is an ideal location if you're travelling to or from Gatwick Airport. With easy access to the M25 and other major roads, you can take your rental car on a journey to explore the countryside or head into central London with ease.

3. 24 Hour Car Rental Canterbury

For those in or around Kent, Canterbury provides another great option for 24-hour car hire. The historic city is perfect for those looking to explore the local area, with stunning landscapes and a wealth of attractions nearby. Renting a car for a day allows you to visit the nearby coastal areas or take a road trip to other parts of the county, all at your own pace.

4. 24 Hour Car Rental Canary Wharf

Canary Wharf, London's bustling business district, is a popular choice for 24 hour car rental, especially for professionals who require a car for business meetings or work-related travel. With several car hire locations in the area, you can easily access your rental vehicle, whether you need a standard car for your commute or a luxury vehicle for a client meeting.

5. 24 Hour Car Rental London Gatwick

London Gatwick Airport is one of the busiest airports in the UK, with numerous car hire options available for both short and long-term rentals. For those arriving at Gatwick and needing a vehicle for just a day, there are several convenient services nearby. Renting a car from Gatwick is ideal for reaching locations outside London or for a quick trip to the coast.

6. 24 Hour Car Rental Liverpool Street Station

Liverpool Street Station, located in the heart of London, offers easy access to car hire services. This area is perfect for those needing to rent a vehicle for a day, whether you're in town for business or planning a short trip. The station’s central location makes it easy to pick up your car and explore the city or travel further afield.

How Much to Rent a Car for a Day in the UK?

The cost of renting a car for a day in the UK can vary depending on several factors, including the type of car, location, and rental company. On average, you can expect to pay anywhere from £20 to £60 for a basic economy car for 24 hours. However, the prices can rise for luxury vehicles, vans, or cars with specific features.

Factors that influence car rental costs include:

Car Type: Economy cars are generally cheaper, while SUVs, luxury cars, or vans can be more expensive.

Location: Rental prices can be higher in major cities like London or near airports due to demand.

Rental Duration: Although the car is rented for 24 hours, some companies offer discounts for longer bookings.

Insurance and Add-ons: Additional insurance, GPS, or extra drivers can raise the total cost.

It’s always a good idea to compare prices across different rental companies to ensure you’re getting the best deal.

Tips for a Smooth 24 Hour Car Rental Experience

Book in Advance: While walk-ins are often available, booking in advance ensures that you get the vehicle you want at a better price.

Check the Fuel Policy: Many car hire services operate on a full-to-full fuel policy, meaning you pick up the car with a full tank and return it full. Make sure to check this to avoid additional charges.

Review Insurance Options: Car rental companies typically offer different levels of insurance. Understand the coverage before you sign the rental agreement to avoid hidden fees or unexpected charges.

Consider Additional Drivers: If you're planning on sharing driving duties, make sure to inform the rental company and ensure that the additional driver is added to the agreement. There may be an extra fee for additional drivers.

Inspect the Vehicle: Before driving off, check the vehicle for any existing damage and report it to the rental company. This will help avoid any disputes when returning the car.

Know the Rental Terms: Each rental company may have different terms regarding mileage, deposits, and charges for returning the vehicle late. Familiarise yourself with these terms to avoid surprises.

24 Hour Car Rental with EZDrive Rentals

One of the most popular choices for 24 hour car rental is EZDrive Rentals. With a wide range of vehicles available at various locations, including airports and major city centres, EZDrive Rentals makes it easy to rent a car for a day. The company’s app also allows you to book and manage your rentals on the go, offering further convenience for travellers.

Why Choose Car Hire in London?

London is a top destination for both tourists and business professionals, and renting a car for a day can provide flexibility and ease when exploring the city. Whether you're visiting iconic landmarks, attending meetings, or simply need a break from public transport, car hire in London offers numerous advantages:

Freedom of Movement: Having a car at your disposal allows you to visit multiple places in a day without waiting for trains, buses, or taxis.

Convenience for Meetings: If you're in London for business, renting a car allows you to travel between meetings without relying on expensive taxis or navigating public transport.

Comfort and Privacy: Renting a car ensures comfort, privacy, and flexibility throughout your trip, especially if you're carrying luggage or travelling with others.

Renting a Car Near Me

If you’re wondering, "Where can I find 24 hour car rental near me?", it's easy to locate rental locations in most cities across the UK. Major cities like London, Manchester, Birmingham, and Edinburgh, as well as airport hubs like Heathrow, Gatwick, and Stansted, offer multiple car rental options. Simply search for "24 hour car rental near me" and you’ll find nearby locations offering quick and easy rental services.

Conclusion

Whether you're in London, Canterbury, Croydon, or any other city, 24 hour car rentals offer flexibility, convenience, and affordability. With a variety of options available for every type of traveller, you can easily rent a car for a day to explore, attend meetings, or handle urgent business. Remember to compare prices, check insurance options, and understand the terms of the rental agreement for a smooth experience. Car hire can be the ideal solution for those who need a vehicle for a short time without the long-term commitment.

Renting a car for the day can open up endless possibilities for both work and leisure—without the hassle or cost of traditional transport. Whether you’re visiting London for the first time or heading to a local meeting, the convenience of 24 hour car rental is unmatched.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q: How much does it cost to rent a car for 24 hours in the UK?

A: The cost of renting a car for 24 hours typically ranges from £20 to £60, depending on the car type, location, and rental company. Luxury cars or vans can cost more.

Q: Can I rent a car at airports like Gatwick or Heathrow for a day?

A: Yes, both Gatwick and Heathrow airports offer 24 hour car rental services with a variety of vehicles available for short-term hire.

Q: What do I need to rent a car for a day in the UK?

A: You’ll need a valid driving licence, a credit or debit card for payment, and sometimes proof of address. Be sure to check the rental company’s requirements.

Q: Are there any additional charges for 24 hour car rental?

A: Additional charges may apply for things like extra drivers, insurance, fuel, and late returns. Always review the rental agreement to understand all fees.

Q: Can I pick up and drop off the car at different locations?

A: Yes, many rental companies allow you to pick up the car at one location and drop it off at another, but there may be an additional fee for this service.