BODYGUARD.

[buckingham]

the bodyguard meme You're a pop star, or a royal, or maybe even the last of your kind who will bring about the Earth's redemption. Whatever the case may be, you're in a position that may be a bit dicey if you attract the wrong kind of attention. And you're a bodyguard, a soldier, a knight - a protector. Somehow, you've been roped into protecting this person. You'll be rewarded, of course. The work may be cut out for you, but just do your job, keep your head down, and it'll go smooth. Except for when the two of you break the bounds of professionalism and feelings begin to flourish. Being in such close quarters may get you to see the other in a different light, and saving someone's life just may be the ultimate form of intimacy. Could this be the real danger? To feel so strongly for the one you've sworn to protect...are you compromised? How to Play 1. Comment with your character and preferences, being sure to put if you want to play the guard, the guarded, or either. Also, you may want to put if you prefer fluffy, angsty, or smutty interaction - or have no preference. 2. Comment to others. 3. There are no prompts, because there are so many potential options there could be a hundred. Feel free to play anything: the beginnings of the relationship, just meeting, getting used to each other/not getting along at first, the obligatory first time, a threat on the protected's life and how their protector responds, how the feelings between the two has changed the protection, etc. Your only limit is you.

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Dick Grayson | Batman | OTA

[justlikeacircus]

sdlfksadf my teal deer got away from me

[timothydrake]

Being Gotham City's Most Eligible Bachelor two years running, on the cover of Newsweek four times this year alone, and Wired's favorite posterboy, Timothy Drake had finally decided that he needed help.

It wasn't an easy decision. Tim wasn't the kind of guy who liked the attention, and worse, he hated to admit a defeat in his pride. He could take care of himself in any kind of mental battle, but physically? He'd always been on the wiry side. In school, it had made him an easy target for bullies. Now that he was famous and rich, that only seemed to amplify a bully's desire to take him down. Whether that was with fist or by gunshot, Tim wasn't sure, but he'd dodged his fair share of crazies over the years, and he needed to concentrate on other things.

Which meant, it was necessary to hire a bodyguard.

Tim chose the guy himself. Top of his class, best physical stats and all that. Tim even wrote a few algorithms to ensure maximum proficiency. But there was really no accounting for fighting skills without putting them to the test. Unfortunately, he'd just have to try this Richard Grayson out and see if he worked.

With a schedule like Tim's, Mr. Grayson would have his work cut out for him. Case in point, though Tim suggested they meet at his office, he had a university symposium to attend, followed by brunch downtown, a handshake with the mayor, and then a fundraising event at Wayne Manor. That was a normal Tuesday for the twenty-two year old.

While Tim waited, he worked on the papers he wanted to submit for the Commission on Nuclear Regulations Summit next month. Sitting behind his broad desk in a suit and tie that clung to him beautifully like a second skin, Tim typed away. He had two monitors on his desk and four more at a separate wide desk to the side he could roll to as needed. Each had a unique purpose. Around the office, trinkets from various visits abroad, handshakes with astronauts and physicists, first edition sci-fi books signed by the authors, and photographs of his late parents.

so much tldr. let me know if anything needs changed. sorry if it's sketchy, work was busy this morni

[justlikeacircus]

Spending his days protecting rich brats and dignitaries wasn't exactly the first career path anybody would have expected Dick to take, in fact when he was a child everybody had expected him to become an Olympic gymnast, he'd expected him to become an Olympic gymnast, but after the death of his parents... training was expensive, gym time was expensive, and while he kept himself in practice as best he could, it just hadn't worked out. He didn't have the drive anymore, without them behind him, cheering him on, and eventually he'd all but given up on gymnastics altogether.

He'd gone into the police academy straight out of school, wanting to find a purpose again and help people, hoping to prevent anybody else from having to go what he went through (they said it was an accident, he we never quite convinced). As it turned out, he excelled, top of his class in practically everything, and he remembered what it was like to be good at something. His grades had attracted the attention of a company that supplied bodyguards and they had offered him further training and the opportunity to protect people. It was a difficult decision, weighing up the good he could do in the police versus the front-line protection, and in the end it was the latter that won out - knowing that somebody wouldn't lose a family member because he was there was too tempting to resist.

He'd had one or two assignments since finishing his training, bolstering security for visiting royals, that sort of thing, but this was the first time he'd been hired specifically for one person, somebody who'd chosen him personally no less, and he wanted to impress. He was confident in his own abilities, of course, but he wanted this Timothy Drake to know he was in safe hands. That might explain why he'd been awake for roughly three hours longer than he needed to be, getting himself ready. A childhood of gymnastics had left him slightly shorter than average and with a much more compact muscle mass than the usual beefcakes who did this job, and he wanted to make sure he didn't...underwhelm. His tightest t-shirt, while showing off his abs perfectly, was unfortunately more suited for a club than the first day on a job, and he eventually just decided to stick with the professional look and wear his suit. It wasn't exactly the best fitting suit in the world, but he couldn't really afford to go out and get something tailored, so it would have to do. Besides, he was running out of time and all the nice clothing in the world wouldn't make a good impression if he showed up late.

He arrived at the office, subjected himself to the usual security checks (yes sir, those are weapons, yes they are all licensed because I'm Mr Drake's new bodyguard, yes I have the paperwork, yes I have ID) and it wasn't long before he was standing outside a fancy corner office, visitor ID pinned to his pocket, giving the secretary a flirtatious smile (purely out of habit) while she buzzed through to his new charge.

"Mr Drake, there's a Mr Richard Grayson here to see you?"

PERFECTION

[timothydrake]

"Please show him in," Tim said, finishing a few thoughts for his paperwork before he looked up. Just in time to see the door swing open, allowing in the former officer turned bodyguard, in an ill-fitted suit but still managing to look like ten million bucks. Tim was sort of struck at first, because in the pictures, sure, Richard Grayson was good-looking, but in person? That was a whole new ballgame.

Tim hadn't expected to be so immediately taken. He was the boss here. He needed to maintain boundaries, and God, why was he even thinking Agent Grayson would want anything to do with him in the first place? It was the same in the real world as in high school and grade school: jocks and nerds didn't mix well.

"Mr. Grayson," Tim said pleasantly, standing and offering a hand across his desk. When he clasped Richard's in it, he felt once more like a child at the mercy of a bully. Except this time, he'd hired the guy whose handshake was made of steel. "Thanks for coming in so early. Are you a coffee man or a tea man?" Those were his father's words. Tim had grown up watching him, listening, and he tried his best in new situations to emulate.

SAME TO YOU

[justlikeacircus]

Dick stepped into the office, winning smile firmly fixed in place and ready to make a good impression. He was taken aback for a moment when he saw the young man whose body he was meant to be guarding, a body that was currently encased in a very well fitting suit, and Dick wasn't sure what he'd been expecting but he didn't think it was that.

He caught himself (get it together, Grayson, you better not have been staring, real professional there) and reached out to shake the proffered hand with a smile.

"Please, call me Dick," he was never really a fan of people being too formal around him, and if he was going to be spending almost every waking minute with Tim he didn't really want to stand on ceremony. "Coffee's fine, thanks."

[timothydrake]

"Dick?" The word fumbled out of Tim's mouth before he realized it was short for Richard and not just an obscene term falling so easily off his guard's tongue. Really, this was going to be difficult if Tim didn't calm down.

He rounded his desk, to a nook near another bank of windows where a coffee and tea station was setup.

"Okay. Dick, then." He smiled, busying his hands with the coffee. "Your resume was really something. I'm still a bit shocked you're not part of the Secret Service or something. Cream and sugar?"

[justlikeacircus]

The thought Dick sounds really good in his mouth stole across his mind and he had to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing at his own inappropriateness. Thinking about your new boss giving blowjobs was probably not good practice for your first day, so he resolutely clamped down on such thoughts and tried to focus on the conversation.

"The company just got to me first is all," he chuckled slightly "Yes please, plenty of both. I like things sweet."

[timothydrake]

"I guess you're not afraid of a challenge then," Tim said, grinning a little wryly as he dumped a few sugar cubes into the luxuriously black coffee, along with a fair helping of cream. Tim preferred his black, occasionally with a drip of sweet cream, but for now, it was all Dick's. He handed a black mug to Dick; the longer Dick held it, the sooner he'd see it changing before his eyes. From dark black to a brownish color, then finally giving way to a pattern.

Once the heat settled into the mug, an image could be seen: the Marauder's Map.

Taking a seat behind the desk, he gestured for Dick to sit across from him. "So, given your background, I'm pretty sure you're not a fan of quantum physics or biometric chemistry." Dick also didn't look the brainy type; no offense. "I'm afraid that means you might get pretty bored with my day to day schedule, but the good news is, I'm a pretty big target for people like the mob and terrorists from overseas." He didn't seem too bothered by it at the moment, like he was just talking about the weather. "So you'll also have your hands full."

Yu Kanda // D.Gray-Man

[recreatedtragedy]

[ most likely the guard, but could be guarded as well ]

[seesthedemons]

[Allen Walker had to be thankful than Kanda was either a hypocrite, or had lied about being willing to leave someone behind on their first mission. If one or the other hadn't be true, he would probably be dead, his corpse laying among their defeated. A single level three Akuma was dangerous enough, but two had pushed both of their abilities to the limit. Neither had gotten out unscathed, but only one of them had the ability to heal.

The other was Allen, and he was obviously no longer capable of being helpful. His leg was shredded, which only made him slower, and both arms were injured enough that his innocence was out of the question. Normally, a good bed, a lot of food, and time would be enough to fix it, but they had access to none of those. Instead, they were still being hunted.]

I don't hear them.

[Allen tries, he strains his ears, but the field, the night is silent. Still, he doesn't believe they would so easily give up. They were close to winning; if they took out even one Exorcist, they would likely consider that a victory.]

[recreatedtragedy]

[ Probably a bit of both with a generous seasoning of tsun, to be honest. He never really lied, or maybe just happened to be bad at it, but for all his annoyance at newbies, stupid people who took unnecessary risks, and stupid Beansprouts in general, he wasn't the type to just watch someone he didn't genuinely thoroughly hate get murdered. Life was precious, and he had a healthy amount of respect for it, as long as it stayed far enough away from him. ]

[ His injuries weren't particularly compromising this time -- well, a broken arm, but that would get better with enough time as well -- and were mostly healed up by the time they managed to get away from the scene of battle and into a more secluded area. (Of course he didn't help Allen walk. He gotten those injuries because he rushed in as always. Reap what you sow, and so on.) Heading into a city while still possibly under pursuit would've been a bad idea with all those people around, so they'd moved toward a forest instead. The trees provided some cover, but not too much. So he stayed alert, though to anyone else it might've looked like he was snoozing, his back rested against a tree and his good arm folded. ]

Hn.

[ YEAH. They're in a pinch, in the middle of nowhere, he's just gotten a valuable piece of information, and all he manages is "hn". ]

[ In a moment, though, he's turning to glare at the boy as if he's just said something very offensive. It's almost unsettling, actually. ]

[seesthedemons]

[Allen would have liked been more surprised if Kanda had offered to help him walk than he was by the lack of an offer. They disagreed on many things, and this was one of them. But, Kanda hadn't run off and left him to die, so he had to win points for that.

As if he cared about that kind of thing. Still.

He leans against the tree and tries to catch his breath. None of his injuries seem life threatening, but that doesn't mean none of them hurt. Each cut through his flush burns, aches, and refuses to let him forget how close the battle had been.

Upon seeing that look, he tenses up, almost freezes. What is it now? Was Allen about to be told 'i told you so'?]

What is it?

[recreatedtragedy]

[ Of course he cared about that kind of thing. He probably kept score in some little notebook or something. Loserrr. Also please never bring up the tsun. He's still trying to recover his mean reputation since the time he saved that Finder, of all people. ]

[ Now, he could help the boy. With how he is right now, a tiny drop of blood would probably be enough. He could... but he's not going to. ]

[ Wipe your own ass, Beansprout. ]

[ For a moment, he continues glaring at him, as if blaming him for everything that happened today and the situation they were in right now (he probably is). But then he just makes a 'tch' sound and looks away. ]

Don't you have that weird eye? Use it.

[ Sure, it's more of a soul-peeper than an actual Akuma radar, but it just might work better in the dark than normal eyes. Or ears. ]

[seesthedemons]

[They had gone looking for an Akuma, it was hardly just Allen's fault they had found them! Neither of them knew there would be two level threes! Gosh, why does Kanda have to blame Allen for everything?! It was frustrating. Didn't he get they were a team, trying to work together? Allen would take care of himself, but he wouldn't leave Kanda behind either. Even if he had screaming in his ear the entire way, he would.

Not that he expects the reverse.

Against the tree, he focuses on breathing through the pain. He really was hungry... His parasitic type needed food, and he knew it was him trying to heal.

Closing his eyes, he moves his hand to search in his pockets. He knows he doesn't have enough food there, but a snack would be better than nothing.

Only that closed eye twitches at Kanda's words. Weird eye?]

They're not close enough for it to see anything. It can't just find them out of nowhere.

[recreatedtragedy]

[ Well, yeah. Exorcist coats and all, blah, blah. Blaming Beansprouts just makes everything clearer and easier, obviously. ...he probably doesn't really think it's all his fault, if that's any consolation. Constant antagonizing is just his idea of not-coddling. ]

[ ...which is probably why it'll get worse before it gets better. ]

So you're unfit for battle and useless. Great.

[seesthedemons]

Neither of us can see them. [It's a snap, as much of one as he could manage as he lay, still somewhat bleeding, against the tree, and tried to fish out the snack bar he had in his pocket. Kanda had a way of making Allen lose his patience, fast.]

We may have lost them. [The bar is finally pulled and put into his lap as he worked to catch his breath from even that much.] We did manage to take out the level three Akumas. The others aren't as strong. [But there had been a lot, and only one of them could fight right now.]

Big Boss || MGSV || ota

[legendary_soldier]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ LET'S MAKE THIS TRANSPIRE ]

[legendary_soldier]

[Boss made his way towards the British diplomat who was in need to guarding. He was on his trusted bike, or rather, EVA's bike, which she now didn't ride anymore. It was all about the mission. It always was. Boss's feelings didn't come into it, as he pulled up outside the barracks where the man was being held. He killed the engine and nodded to a few soldiers outside, where one lead him inside towards the diplomat.

He lit a Cuban cigar, as he set eyes on the rather tall yet well-built man.]

I'm here to get you out.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Eurgh. Cigars. Of course they had to send him a smoker. Valmont tries not to look too disdainful as the man comes to a stop in front of him, though. Insulting the person who's supposed to be the only thing between you and the people who want to kill you does not strike him as a particularly smart move. ]

Took your time, didn't you?

[ ...Doesn't mean he won't snark at him, though. ]

How is this operation meant to work, again?

[legendary_soldier]

[Yeah, he's a smoker and a heavy one at that. Cuban cigars. You'd better get used to it Valmont if you want to get out alive.]

We're leaving. Now. [Yep, John isn't one of small talk, so goes to lift Valmont off his feet and place him on his back. What? It was easier. He couldn't stand around all morning waiting for this guy to move. Time to do it his way.]

We're getting on the bike. [Snake carried Valmont through the building and outside to where he parked his bike. He set the man on the back and jumped on in front, kicking the starter to start the bike up with a roar.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Wh- ?!

[ To say Valmont wasn't expecting to be suddenly picked up like a sack of potatoes would be a gross understatement. He lets out a very unmanly shriek and flails indignantly as the man hauls him off his feet. ]

What are you - put me down, damn it! I'm perfectly capable of walking!

[ But this bodyguard, whatever else he may be, is strong, and Valmont's protests and struggles go entirely unheeded - not that this stops him from continuing to do so up until the point when he's deposited on the back of a motorcycle. ]

Finally. Now can you tell me what -

[ He's interrupted by the rumble of the motorcycle coming to life. The motorcycle which he's currently precariously perched on, and which appears to be their only means of transportation out of here. This strikes him as a highly unorthodox rescue. ]

Hang on - is this safe? Aren't these things meant to have sidecars, or something?

[legendary_soldier]

[Damn, did this guy have to talk so much? John just rolled his eyes and ignored the man's blabbering on and positioned himself on the bike's saddle for comfort.]

Hold on. [He means hold him around the middle, as you're about to go on a journey in an old bike. There is no side car so get used to it, Valmont.]

This one doesn't. [Snake didn't say anymore, as he kicked the bike's stand free and then tore off towards their destination.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Maybe he wouldn't be complaining so much if some people hadn't decided to manhandle him. :| ]

Then what am I supposed to -

[ Oh lord they're moving.

His arms latch around the other man's waist out of instinct and stay there, clinging more tightly than he'd known he was capable, out of sheer terror. "Hold on"?! Hold on to what? There's exactly nothing tethering him to this death trap except his increasingly desperate grip on this madman of a bodyguard. He's going to die. He is absolutely going to die. ]

Wes | Pokemon Colosseum AU | OTA

[withoutcontrolofmyself]

[Probably the guard but he's a precious weapon for Team Cipher so probably could use a protector.]