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You're my darling angel

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.

Use the RNG to determine your fate.

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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((Guardian angel))

[ kidnapped victim of a cult up your alley? :> ]

Edited (i'm an idiot ) 2019-08-28 21:06 (UTC)

((Sure go ahead!))

It was supposed to be easy. In and out. Make the arrest. The cult would fall apart on its own, without their leader; it would have been, but someone - one of the Peggies - had thrown himself into the copter's rotor. They all got separated, ripped away from each other into the Heralds' territories.

Staci maybe had it the worst. He doesn't know how long it's been, but it's been days that he's been left sat here surrounded by the cult's indoctrination, with sins carved into his flesh and more bruise than boy, by now. They're starving him out, but he's already broken. He got through the first few days murmuring the Hail Mary until he couldn't, anymore, until the lack of food and water made him too parched to speak. For now, then, he just - sits, bound to a chair, with his eyes closed and his head drooping.

Angels are supposed to stay out of things, but Staci Pratt is going to die here.

Angels were supposed to be subtle. Redirect a car here, give a little push there. That sort of thing to keep their charges. But in this case, being subtle had proved futile. Staci had been brought into something far worse. For Yusef it left little choice and he wasn't about to give up. With the most quiet sound of flapping wings he materialized in Staci's cell. Nobody from the cult was near ofcourse. They had been dealt with gracefully. With a light touch he undid the ropes, freeing Staci from his predicament.

[He could fill either role, really!]

[Actual Angel of the Lord. Open to all prompts but feeling especially partial to the wings prompt. Canon current but I can play Castiel from any point in canon. Open to all, canon, crosscanon, assumed CR, etc. Preferences and information can be found in his journal.]

Edited 2019-08-28 22:20 (UTC)

[ super canonblind, but would an au (reformed, i'm thinking) christian cult leader suit? ]

[That would super interesting and I would love to see how that goes! Do you have anything in particular you would want to play out?]

[ i'm 100% up for wings prompt if you are! is it okay if i au things so that, say, castiel sort of helped guide joseph in the right direction before they got violent? ]

[Absolutely! And yes, that is totally fine with me! Would you like to start or would you like me to?]

[ i'm genuinely fine with either! if you'd prefer i start i can toss something up in a little bit here, but i'm down with you setting the scene and i can work joseph into it, too. ]

[I don't mind starting! Let me know if this works or if I should change anything!]

Castiel doesn't often let people see his wings. For one, he likes keeping his presence as an angel hidden until he needs to reveal himself. But, mostly, his wings are sacred, one of the most personal things he still has about him. Unless he has to make use of them, he keeps his wings to himself.

Of course, there are always exceptions. Such as today, when Castiel finds himself facing down yet another violent and vocal group of "believers." He uses that term loosely; none of these people represent the Word of God. But they sure do enjoy basking in their own pride; supposedly, as the rumors went, a demon hid among them.

"You're no angel," one man sneers, ginger beard flaring in time with his nostrils. "Angels don't look like...whatever you are."

Castiel tilts his head in the man's direction, an expression Sam and Dean have come to refer to as his "bitchface" blatant on his face.

"And you would know, being the expert that you are," he replies, arching an eyebrow. His abilities allow him to read this man; he can see that he is so loud so that he might drown out his own homosexual desires. If he weren't being so rude and disrespectful, Castiel would try and offer support. But no; the man shoves several women out of his way just to get up in Castiel's face and shove his finger at his nose.

"No angel would ever look like you, sinner," he hisses, and Castiel understands, too, that there are several, ruder words the man would have liked to use in that moment.

"If you insist," Castiel sighs, taking a pointed step back. With a flash, his eyes are shining blue silver, and inky shadows in the shape of his wings sprout from behind his back, rising behind him like the tide. They aren't as full as they once were but they are still there.

"That answer your question?" He asks, letting his wings and eyes linger in their glow before allowing them to fade.

"Hold your fire. Back away," the voice from the back is calm, almost eerily languid in the face of the flock's violence. They all carry guns, sometimes multiple; there's a man with a flamethrower lurking near the front, and most are adorned with bold, black Eden's Gate crosses.

The crowd parts as he moves through them to approach, and he doesn't look like a violent cult leader, not really. He's a touch over half feet tall, hair pulled back into a neat bun and eyes blue and relaxed behind yellow-tinted glasses. He raises a hand, passes next to Castiel with his palm up, fingers hovering where wings once were. He carries a book in the other, white and gold with Eden's cross on the front.

The other notable thing, perhaps the most important of them all, is that this little man is not a demon by any stretch of the imagination. He's very, very sick - psychosis - but he is no creature from Hell.

"Do you not see what this is, my children? A sign. Would God present us with an angel here and now, with four seals broken, were he not to guide us in the Great Collapse?" He sounds giddy - gleeful, awed.

Edited (counting is hard) 2019-09-01 13:19 (UTC)

Castiel's attention is drawn instantly towards the man with what appears to be some sort of flamethrower. They are all armed and ready to strike, but the crowd turns toward this man and parts without question. This, then, he thinks, must be the leader of the group. And the most likely candidate for demonic possession.

Castiel studies him and the strange book in his hand; it does not resemble any Bible he has come to see or know.

"The Great Collapse?" He repeats, confused. "And what is this about four seals being broken?"

Joseph is unarmed; he clutches only his book, and a string of rosary beads wrapped around his right wrist that he winds his fingers into when he's anxious and unsettled.

He does it now, with his brows shifting in a barely perceptible frown - he's not angry, no; he's just confused.

"Surely, you would know of the Collapse," he murmurs, dropping his voice and leaning in as if sharing some conspiratorial secret. "When the seven seals are broken, the world is cleansed of corruption and those who are pure, they walk forward through the gates of Eden and begin anew, a second chance --" He frowns, again, steps backwards with his hands out. "God has been speaking to me of this since I was a small child. My whole life has been spent preparing my family, my children, for this."

Back in, again; he could be a televangelist preacher if he wanted to, and it's not a surprise that he's gathered such a following. "You - God has sent you, I know this. To help us. To show us the way."

As the man explains the concept of the Collapse, Castiel can't help but roll his eyes. You hear one false prophecy, you hear them all. He wonders how much money the human responsible for creating this one has made from such lies; probably quite a lot, if history is any indication.

"Yes, well, I can tell you that I've never heard of this Collapse, and the only seals I know of are the ones that kept Lucifer in the cage, and those were broken long ago," Castiel explains, barging through his explanation with little regard for how his words might impact this man and his group of followers. Regarding the group before him, he has to wonder if this is one of those cults Dean had been telling him about.

"And I can also tell you that God didn't send me," he says. "No one has seen or heard from God in years."

[ living. will likely try to shoo guardian angels away. ]

[Can go either way. Will "I can guard myself tyvm" at any angels, though.]

[ Not the angel. C'mon. ]

[Not the angel, and dear god whoever is will have their hands full.]

[Can do either. On one side he's a grumpy old man vigilante who likes to think he doesn't need anyone watching over him ~~unless your name is Ana~~; on the other he's an overprotective military-esque angel who generally doesn't tolerate any nonsense or screwing around.

M/M for shipping, open to all genders if you wanna gen it up (sure it's a shipping meme, but w/e). Crosscanon and OCs welcome.]

Edited 2019-08-29 20:44 (UTC)

[ she's the guarded one~ Modern or fantasy. She's a noblewoman who is a lady in waiting to her friend, the Queen, and both are from a magic-using country, for the fantasy option, and in modern, she's the best friend. 25+ characters pls. ]

[Either way!]

Edited 2019-09-01 16:53 (UTC)

Even death isn't done with one Leonard Snart he's allowed to be annoyed with the whole process. Sacrificing himself to save both his partner and all of time means he doesn't get to call it a life and rest, oh no.

No he becomes assigned to one Trouble Magnet Extraordinary, Barry Allen.

He thwarts Zoom, arranges for Ralph Dibny to survive long enough for Barry to save him and he's still got his hands full.

Honestly if he hadn't died Barry would be an even bigger mess.

But it's the loss of Nora Allen that drives him to the world of the living, to check in on his troublesome ward as he grieves her loss.

.. Not because he cares or anything.

As an exhausted and demoralized Barry heads home, he'll find a familiar face, holding an even more familiar and ridiculous reindeer mug.

"Even after all this time, you're still out of marshmallows."

Barry stops dead in his tracks. Stares. Tries to pick his jaw up off the floor. "But you're...I....how?" he sputters, not even able to get a full question out. The scene is so familiar and so unexpected that he's completely at a loss for words.

At the same time, he's terrified. What if it's just Leonard from another time? What if it's the Speed Force, come to taunt him? A million possibilities are running through his head.

"Eloquent as ever, Scarlet," the drawl falls easily from his lips as Leonard pushes to his feet to saunter closer to his wayward charge.

"You've had quite the busy few years since I left home."

"Left home. I...Leonard, you didn't just leave, you..." He stops, closing his eyes. He can feel the tears starting to prickle out, and he can't let Leonard Snart of all people see him cry. Over him. "How do you know what I've been through?" he asks, quietly.

"I died," he finishes for Barry. "Only the powers weren't exactly done with me. They sent me back to keep an eye on you of all people." His troublesome and damnably attractive former nemesis.

"I know what you've been through because I've been the little devil on your shoulder."

Devil. Angel.
Whatever.

"You've been watching over me?" Barry asks, a mixture of awe and surprise in his tone. It certainly explains some things. "Thank you. I...are you....here, here?" he asks, gesturing at him with one hand, while trying to brush the tears from his eyes with the other. He looks solid enough, but that doesn't mean that he is.

"Solid as can be," he reaches out to touch Barry's hand. "I am here because you need me to be here."

It's the one simple touch that undoes him entirely. It's the first time he's allowed himself to cry in a long time. Even since Nora left them, he hasn't let go properly. "Sorry, sorry," he mumbles, trying to pull himself together. "I know this not really your thing." You know, feelings and all that.

Leonard reaches out to gather Barry lightly into his arms. Of course he knows how it feels, to hide emotion until the dam breaks and Barry was just as stubborn as he ever was. So of course he hides his pain and his heartbreak.

"Guardian angels have a slightly different skillset these days."

So yeah, have that to process now Barry.

When Leonard gathers him into his arms, it feels like the universe is giving him permission to let go. He clings to him, burying his face against his shoulder as he lets the tears flow. "It's been...it's all been too much, Len, and I tried to be strong for everyone, but sometimes...sometimes I can't." It's why things have fallen apart between him and Iris. And if he's honest with himself, that started long before they lost their daughter. He needed her to be there for him sometimes, too, as hard as that was to admit to himself.

The touch is all the permission Barry needs and when he collapses into a tearful, rambling mess Leonard lets him. Holds him quietly until the tears subside and he remains quiet and pliant in his arms. A few shuffling steps gets Barry to the couch before he wanders off into the kitchen to make him a cup of hot cocoa, adding a liberal shot of whiskey to it. The alcohol might not do anything for him, but it would help warm him through.

Barry does relax against him eventually, just resting there until Leonard tugs him to the couch. He curls up, somehow managing to make himself look smaller despite his gangly limbs, and reaches for the mug gratefully when Leonard returns. He takes a slow sip, then sets it down on the table, tugging Leonard down to sit with him.

“I still can’t believe you’re here,” he murmurs. “It’s like a dream.”

[ooc: Either role.]

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