bakerstreet | Don't care if heaven won't take me back

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Don't care if heaven won't take me back

You're an angel. Not metaphorically, not in the "you're so sweet" way; you're a literal angel - ethereal energy form, wings, and all. But you're not just any sort of angel. You're a guardian angel. Guardian angels are a caste, or choir, created with the sole purpose of protecting those they're assigned to. Each angel is created specifically for the person they guard, with a few exceptions. The only thing you're programed to know is duty.

Naturally, being invested in your charge is expected. What if your feelings for them veer away from "dutiful" into "fondness" and then...something else? Angels aren't supposed to know love, at least not in the way those in the living realm do. Still, nothing is as certain as it used to be, and you're not so sure of your purpose. All you know is that you want to keep your charge safe.

Can you guarantee that, now?

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How to Play

Comment with your character and preferences.

Mention if you'd rather play the guardian angel or the guarded.

Tag others.

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Prompts

Watching: You've been watching this person as long as both they and you have been in this world. Maybe over years, maybe suddenly, things aren't the same when you look at them.

Guilt: You realized that these pesky emotions are growing and you know this is against everything you know to be true. Your kind cannot love, and even if you could, this is wrong. You have known this person their entire life and thinking of them as more is unacceptable.

Terrible Angel: You're not angelic at all and fail neatly at almost all the benchmarks, but when it comes to the one you guard, you don't folly.

Righteous Fury: Usually, angels must be removed and impassive. You see your charge mistreated, though, and you lose control.

Relegated to Guardian Angelhood: You used to be much more important, of a greater choir of angel. Then, you screwed up and got pushed down into the ranks of guardian angel. It would be easy to be bitter towards your charge. You aren't, for some reason.

Can't Be Seen: The person you care for the most can't see you. It's typical angel protocol, yet you can't help but want to make yourself noticeable.

Affecting Your Work: Your growing and sometimes erratic emotions make your job harder. You're getting sloppy. You may even allow your charge to be hurt or allow yourself to be conspicuous.

Jealousy: You saw your charge with someone else and it...it really ruffled your feathers. Maybe you lost your cool. Hopefully, that won't mean bad mojo for the other person involved. No one would be any wiser if you made their head more attractive to bird droppings, though.

Kiss: Can you kiss someone when you technically have no lips? They might just feel a pleasant breeze; still, you're kissing them, and this is...nice.

How They'd Like You to Look: You've decided to make yourself known to them, and you want your appearance to be to their liking.

Inhabiting the Vessel They Love: A bit more sinister than the above, but also somewhat practical. They already love this body, anyway.

Revealing Yourself: You're taking the big step and coming into their life as an actual, tangible presence. Of course, "I'm your guardian angel" rarely gets the response you hope.

Stay with You: You promise that you'll stay by their side always, now as a physical companion.

Confessions: No matter the costs, you're revealing your true feelings.

Deciding to be More: It's dangerous, it's unheard of; however, both of you want to become more than just angel and charge.

Intimacy Without a Corporeal Form: They know you're there even when you're not in human form, and they want to touch you. This can be a smut option, but it doesn't have to be.

Intimacy With a Corporeal Form: You're beginning to learn what it's like to be intimate with them while you're in this new form. Again, this can be a smut option, but it doesn't have to be.

Wings: Letting someone touch your wings is the ultimate show of trust and, in angel terms, one of the closest things you have to sexuality.

Called to the Mat: Your higher-ups have learned of your sins. Now, you're on trial. Will you deny your charge?

Not Officially Yours: Problem number one: you're in love. Problem number two: it's with some other angel's charge.

Second Chance: As previously stated, most guardian angels are created for that one special person. However, some angels whose charges have died young are allowed a second chance. Will this new person ever replace your old?

Protection: Now is time to do the guarding - by any means necessary, especially now, after realizing just what your charge means to you.

Fallen: Because of your sins, you've lost favor. You've been stripped of your heavenly grace and you've fallen.

Immortal: You must deal with the implications that your charge will die and you will be sent on to a new heavenly job.

Failed: You didn't do enough. You let yourself slip, and now your charge is dying. They were more than just a charge, so you must do what you can to let their soul pass on in the most peaceful manner possible. But can you let go?

CHOOSE YOUR OWN

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[Kink list, and general permissions. Crosscanon and AUs and OCs welcome.]

[The guardian angel. Open to most prompts, though be aware she comes from a cosmology which has an interesting approach to angelic theology where the angels themselves have embraced the use of loopholes (though this will probably only come up for prompts like Called To The Mat or if her charge asks). Anyone welcome!]

( Ben has already had to spend most of his life under the watch of a guardian angel that in later years became a something of a very reluctant infatuation. that he vehemently tries to ignore. so. this is familiar territory?

would love to have him an angel ~~that I don't have to npc, ha~~ and maybe yours is just like 'damn, he already has one, woe' but they have finally come to interact. makes things extra complicated, ooh girl, the drama.

also, for a wider AU, I would make Ben the unflappable guardian angel to yours that grows very adamant to his services and generates a lot of unexpected feels.

open to 1, 2, 5, 7, 9, 12, 13, 14, 18, 21, 22, 23, 24, 26. info here. pm for any plotting. )

[The angel, open for most prompts, and all can be negotiated. Leaning especially into Fallen or Failed.]

[Less of a guardian angel and more of a fairy godmother. Very interested in 5 and 20 but open to all the prompts. Happy to write starters!]

[ worst guardian angel™. moody, grumpy and... Scottish for some reason? definitely the embodiment of prompt 3. he's definitely a more hands-on angel, which is probably why he's been demoted. he's a white mage so that would translate over quite nicely. let him fix your booboos and also bring down almighty righteous fury on anyone who tries to harm you.

Open to 4, 5, 8, 12, 13, 14, 18, and 22. ]

[ So, I have this sad demon boy who's one of Lucifer's children and was captured and kept in the dark and has had Shit happen to him cause people thought he was going to bring about the end of the world. I'm thinking he meets up with Niven who's be relegated to keeping him out of trouble because...Someone has a weird sense of humor? Or something. ]

Coming to Earth was not supposed to go this way. He wasn't meant to be caught, or kept, or anything else that has happened to him. His job had only been to get to know the world, to understand it and those who reside there. It was a mission of learning, of education.

But people can see it on him, smell death and Hell lingering on his skin and they knew. They saw it in every inch of him that he wasn't meant to be here and the bad follows him, or so they thought. They were sure he was the reason for every small, terrible thing.

They tried to contain him, to keep him locked away and hidden in the dark, hungry and lonely and scared that he had no way to see freedom. But everyone lets their guard down sometimes and he isn't above killing to get his freedom back.

Now he walks along the side of the road, a bag slung over one shoulder, eyes on the street ahead. He's in search of a crossroads, of anything that might let him be able to try and knock open a door into the worlds below.

Then again, who even knows if his father will want him back. He had been caught so easily, had been tethered for so long. Maybe he should just stay here until someone from Hell comes to call him back.

If being disgraced, forced down the celestial orders to a lower tier wasn't bad enough - to be assigned the spawn of a traitor felt like the biggest slap in the face. His has mixed feelings towards the morning star - a love, of course, for his brother; there was mourning when their brightest fell. But Lucifer is, still, their enemy; the true rot, the root of evil.

Maybe it's because he has mixed feelings is the reason he's here now. He doesn't know - he only knows he has a new duty. He is no longer one of miracles, bright and shining. Now he has to keep watch on the demon, Lucifer's son - keep him out of harm's way.

There's no song and dance over this. He's not going to appear to him with holy fire and blinding light, as tempting as it would be. He's not happy with this, he doubts he ever will be. So when Niven makes his appearance, he is simply what appears to be a man now walking with him, echoes of wings at his back - hidden from the eyes Humans.

As far as Niven's concerned, there's no plan for him to return to Hell. He doesn't know when that'll happen. And as much as he can tell the demon might be considering going there, it's not to be.

"Yer no tae go back yet." he says, finally announcing his presence.

[Xigbar is, admittedly, not really the sort of person who expected to catch the attention of any sort of angel. He supposes that he might have been, once, but as he is now? He's not even really supposed to exist, and surely that's something that would exclude him from the running? On the other hand... it's not exactly the strangest thing to happen to him, and as long as it doesn't mean needing to change who he is... he can roll with it.]

Okay, so. Tell me how this is supposed to work again?

[The guardian angel thing, he means.]

[ Niven wishes he had answers on that one, on how he's here for him. This whole thing, to him, gives him a headache. His ward's story is old and long - unusual for a charge but even unusual cases still have their guardians. Xigbar's been a tricky one to keep track of over the years and while the technicalities of his existence are complicated, Niven can only bow to his duty.

At least by being here, he can actually keep track of him better. He's been watching from afar for too long now. He was bitter, at first. Relegation to the lower tiers is rarely, if ever, taken well. He used to be so much more important, so might brighter - and now this is his lot. But the time between then and now, through watching, has slowly chipped away at that bitterness.

He's not great with this but he doesn't... sound too angry about it all, as gruff as his demeanour appears. ]

Ye weren't always ah Nobody, were ye? [ He tilts his head to the side. ] Ahv watched ye fae ah long time - no that it's been easy, by the way. Ahm jus here tae... keep ye safe. Ye were assigned.

[ He holds out his hands in a passive gesture. This is just how it is, Xigbar. ]

Look, ahm no expert here. Yer the first person ahv ever been assigned, this isnae ma speciality.

[Long is about the size of, for sure. And it's not really something that Xigbar would necessarily have put up with either, if anyone else had asked him to. Or if he'd really understood what he'd been getting himself into either, but he hadn't thought to ask all those long years ago and he's long since lost his chance. And now, there's nothing to do but keep right on seeing things through - sooner or later his vigil will come to an end, and it'll be an honest relief.

But that moment isn't now, and so he focuses instead on what's in front of him.]

Sure wasn't!

[The tone of his voice is ... surprisingly upbeat, given that he's just admitted to, essentially, not having emotions. Still, if Niven's been watching him as long as he's implied, Xigbar figures that he doesn't need to get into any more of the details. His life is what it is, and there's not much he can do to change that now.]

It just kind of happened, y'know? [A pause.] Although I've gotta wonder: if this kind of thing isn't your specialty, then what is?

[You don't have to be Dean for Cas to be your guardian angel. I mean, it helps, but it's not a requirement. ;)]

[ Well, if it helps.

Got prompts/starter in mind? ]

[:) Hmm. A lot of them seem like they'd work - 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 13, 14, 15, 17, 18, 23, 24. I'm up for any of them although I've never explored the idea of Cas' wings which could be fun. Jealousy could be too. Or confessions. Okay, honestly all them seem great. lol. Whatever floats your boat.]

[ I feel like all of those prompts could easily involve the two of them. Wouldn't mind seeing a jealous Cas though.

One idea that comes to mind... Dean may not even have a significant other, just being around him for so long, and nothing having developed fully between them, Cas gets jealous and decides to mess with him. Something might happen to Dean's porn collection, or all the local strippers could mysteriously have all quit, or maybe no matter what Dean does he can't seem to get ahem, excited... unless around Cas - and just maybe Cas has something to do with that. He'll still feel urges, but unable to do anything about them. ]

[I wonder if Cas doesn’t even know he’s doing it. Like they go out to bars and whenever Dean tries to talk to a girl, Cas’ mojo interferes somehow. Like his emotions are manifesting themselves in his Grace misbehaving.]

[ Ack, sorry x__x If you're still interested in something, yes, what you wrote sounds good ^^ ]

[No problem! It happens. Let me know if this works.]

Dean seemed to be on a streak lately. If he and Sam weren't on a job (and sometimes even if they were), he was hitting the bars to find someone to take home. It wasn't like Cas hadn't watched Dean find women to have intercourse with before, but it was really bothering him this time. It almost felt like Dean was doing it in front of Cas on purpose, which Cas knew was mostly likely not true, but it didn't stop him from bristling every time Dean suggested they go to the bar.

Tonight was one of those times and Cas was feeling especially reluctant to be Dean's "wingman." A term he came to understand as the person you bring to the bar with you only to ignore while you talk to women. But Cas was a good friend (or masochistic), so he let Dean drag him out once again. It only took a sad look from Dean to make him cave. Cas knew he would do anything for the man, even when it hurt himself.

So, here he sat at the bar, drinking some pink cocktail that did not taste like anything to him, failing to make conversation with the friend of the woman Dean was trying to have sex with.

"You should be quiet," he said to the friend and when she tried to retort, found she could not. Her eyes got wide and she stumbled away from Cas, looking weirded out. Next time she tried to talk she would be fine.

What Cas didn't realize was that his suggestion had also made its way to the girl's friend who also found herself unable to speak. A few failed attempts and she also ran off in embarrassment, leaving Dean looking at her like she was crazy.

Life had been good. Well, as good as it could be for Dean Winchester. Women, beer, some successful hunts, and pie – all the best things. Tonight was no different, tapping Cas in for a trip to the bar, Dean had a couple beers, and as a friendly and playful gesture bought Castiel the pink cocktail he was unenthusiastically sipping at throughout the night.

Cas was one of Dean’s few true friends in life, and he’d die for the guy, but god he could be boring at the bar. Even when Dean starts getting hot and heavy with yet another random lady at the bar, the angel will be carrying on a conversation that Dean couldn’t care one bit about – regardless of whatever it was the conversation was about.

Fortunately, that wasn’t the case this time, allowing Dean and Jessica. …Jennifer? J- something, to start making out. She had been talking dirty, things she’d like to do with him, when she suddenly went silent. “Mm… so, we get to the hotel room, and then what?” he tried to kiss her, but she pulled away, looking like she’d seen a ghost – which, was possible, but not probable right then – yes, Dean did look around for one just to be sure real quick. She then just, ran off.

“The hell?” Surprise quickly melted to disappointment. “Damn tease.” He shook his head and turned back to the bar for a shot of whiskey. “She ditch you too?”

Cas looked surprised at what had just happened but he wasn't going to mention his part in it to Dean. Better he didn't know Cas just screwed up his night.

"You are probably better off," he said. "That woman has a sexually transmitted infection."

Which was true. He couldn't tell exactly which one without actually touching her, but he could tell she was sick somehow.

Cas sipped at his drink and hoped maybe Dean would want to go home now. He didn't really want to watch Dean cozy up with another woman.

"Wait. Really?" Dean drank his shot, and ordered another. "Alright Cas, you gotta let me know that. You're my wingman, remember?" Yeah, he smirked about the phrase, since Castiel was literally a wing man.

No such luck though for the angel's hopes as Dean was already looking around the bar, trying to find a pretty face in the small gathering. "Guess we could hit another bar." He drank the other shot and waited to pay their tab, casually adjusting himself as he waited. How long had it been since he'd actually gotten some action? Was he losing his touch? Getting old? Nah, he'd just been focused on hunting, as usual, and that was all. Maybe.

Cas rolled his eyes at Dean's pun. He wasn't in the mood.

"I'm not going to another bar with you," he stated. He'd had enough of the drinks and the women and the bad music.

Mostly he'd had enough of Dean looking over his shoulder at other people followed by talking to other people.

"Huh? What are you talking about? You calling it quits for the night?" Dean isn't picking up, just yet, on Castiel's irritation for his chosen nightlife activities.

"The night's still young Cas, come on." He pays the tab and gets to his feet. "I'll even let you choose the next place." Dean really doesn't want to go home yet, it's been too damn long, he needs some action dammit.

"Then I choose home," Cas says as he gets up, looking irritated. He has half a mind to just transport himself there now and leave Dean to his own devices. The idea of Dean having intercourse with a random female doesn't make Cas happy, but he also rather not stick around to have to watch the preamble either.

"You do not need me in order to find your next conquest."

“What’s ruffling your feathers Cas?” Dean says, getting serious, despite the form the question takes. Tabs paid and they’re both standing, Dean heads for the door – since it’s abundantly clear that the angel has no interest in staying here another minute. The impala awaits them outside and Dean climbs into the driver’s seat and waits for Castiel to join him.

“Okay, how about we go to another bar, and I won’t go after anyone, until after we find you someone?” This is Dean’s attempt to meet Cas halfway, thinking he might be jealous of the attention his previous date had been showing him – at least until it all ended abruptly.

For the question, Dean just gets an unamused look from the angel. He's not in the mood for dean poking fun at his feathers either.

He follows Dean out of the bar and hopes this means they're going home, until Dean makes his next suggestion.

"I don't know why you assume I'm looking for someone to have intercourse with."

Dean, just sort of stares at Cas in mute bewilderment and mild confusion.

"Okay," he shakes it off, "first of all, it's not intercourse, it's sex. Raw. Passionate. Lustful... primal." Dean's actually working himself up a bit just by talking about it - at least, as far as he knows, that's the reason that he needs to adjust himself as the Impala starts off down the road.

The angel seems insistent though, so Dean rolls his eyes. "Fine, back to the bunker." he's not pleased about it in the least.

Castiel can feel Dean’s hormones ratchet up a notch even before he notices his physical response. Clearly Dean is in need of relief. Cas feels his own vessel start to react in return - his temperature and pulse rise and other things stir. Before anything can get out of control though, his Grace evens him back out.

“There is no reason we both have to go back,” Cas protests with a sigh. “I can transport myself to the bunker and you can go to the next bar and find someone who can help you with that.”

Cas nonchalantly indicates to Dean’s lap. He doesn’t realize that the internal longing he holds for Dean makes his Grace reach out on its own. Dean will feel a sort of vague wave of energy pass through the area. Nothing localized but he’ll feel something like an ocean current pass over his lap.

Castiel’s grace might even him back out, but it isn’t helping Dean one bit in that regard. As he starts to drive them home, he shifts in his seat, and has to adjust himself – more than once. Chuck damn it he thought to himself, and swore he could fuck a tree right then. He’s barely able to focus on what Cas is even saying, when the wave passed over his lap. He leans his head back against the headrest, his hands grip the wheel a little tighter, and a low groan escapes him as he forces himself to relax some.

Castiel looks over at Dean curiously at the sound. That noise coming from humans can have many meanings - both good and bad. Often times there’s a blurry line too. He knows he likes the noise coming from Dean but he can’t be sure if Dean’s feeling pleasure or pain right now.

“Are you alright, Dean?”

Cas doesn’t realize his actions and why Dean would be reacting like that. Maybe one of those women bewitched him? But Cas would be able to see that.

“Do you need me to drive?”

"I'm fine." Dean practically growled back. At least once they got back to the bunker he had Busty Asian Beauties that could help him with his, uh, problem. He focused on an inhale, then an exhale, and felt a bit more relaxed. he looked back over at Cas, who he realized he had basically just barked at. "Just..." how to put this. "Well, you've read the Bible. Humans, are compelled by the big Chuck in the sky to be fruitful and multiply. It's a necessity. One I haven't been living up to recently." That last part he just sort of grumbled under his breath.

Cas practically rolled his eyes but managed not to.

“I understand human biology, Dean,” he said. “I have been watching human interactions since they began. I understand that you have not had inter....sex in some time and your body is in need of release. I also know that you do not need another person to achieve this goal. Although from my time as a human I do understand how getting assistance from someone else is much more satisfying.”

Which was why he was fine leaving Dean to do his thing tonight. He just didn’t want to watch it.

And while his talk might sound clinical, Cas is not immune to his own feelings on the matter. If he at all thought Dean would reciprocate his feelings, he may offer a solution himself. But Dean was very clear about his type.

Dean was about to call Cas out on being a buzzkill, talking about sex as clinically and technical as he was, but nope, not even Cas’s sex ed course was calming the elder Winchester’s hormones. Instead, he decided on a different approach;

“Your experience, huh?” A smirk, at least there was some humor to be found in tonight. “How much experience can an angel have?”

“Admittedly not that much,” Castiel said with a shrug. He doesn’t feel embarrassed about it, no matter what Dean’s tone may imply about how the hunter feels about it. “I still have only had sex the one time when I was human that you already know about. But my vessel does experience the same “needs” any other human body does.”

Dean had witnessed the truth of that with the Pizza Man video. But like eating and sleeping, his Grace could just deal with it without him having to the human way. It didn’t mean he didn’t sometimes like to indulge on his own.

( the guardian angel! )

[ooc: Let's discuss!]

{OOC | while Kyrie is often guarded in-canon, it's possible she can be the guardian herself. hit me up with your preferences.}

{OOC | she's kind of a bit foul mouthed to be divine, but Nico's got you covered.}

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Don't care if heaven won't take me back

Mark Temple | Red vs. Blue | M/M, M/nb

Irina Shidou | High School DxD | F/M

benedict dearborn + original (demonologist, exorcist) + ota

Alexander Mayes | OC | OTA

Glinda Upland | Wicked |OTA

niven mcpherson | original (white mage) | ota

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it's great! i'm sorry i'm so late w this

llllet's start with 5 and see where things go?

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kairi ( kingdom hearts )

Nico Acosta | OC | M/F

Evie Montgomery | OC | F/M

Kyrie | Devil May Cry

Nico | Devil May Cry