guardian angel

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Man, it’s been a rough day… I hope all of you are safe.

On another note, I needed something to calm my nerves, so I drew a comic!

They’re each other’s guardian angels, sworn to protect each other no matter what <3 And since you can’t fly with only a wing, they’re always together uwu 

Also Swapfell Papyrus is too precious help

“What the hell?!” Dean exclaimed as the flutter of wings behind him settled.  He glanced in the mirror and saw a silhouette of a man sitting next to your sleeping figure gently draped against the door with your feet pulled up.  Without looking over his shoulder Dean, assuming it was the angel he considered his brother, muttered, “Cas, you gotta give me a warning or something.  Especially since I nearly killed both Y/N and me!  I could have gotten in an accident.”  A voice, much higher than Cas’ scoffed.

“Ya’d think after being dead for a few years people’d be happy to see ya,” the figure said.  Dean almost slammed on the brakes.  That wasn’t Cas.  “Cool it, zippy, I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

“Who the hell are you?” Dean barely kept his hands on the wheel.

“Really?  That’s all the thanks I get after saving you and your brother’s asses and dying at the hands of Lucifer, my own brother?”  the man said.  Dean thought over if for only a few seconds before connecting the dots.

“Gabriel?”

“Ding ding ding!  We have a winner!”  He appeared in the front seat, making Dean jump slightly.

“Why are you here?” he muttered, keeping his eyes on the road, yet still glancing over at the angel. “How are you not dead?”

“Well,” Gabriel paused. “I could give you the long answer and waste what little time I have here, or we could get straight down to business.”

“Business?  We have no business!  Any business that we had ended as soon as Lucifer killed you.”

“Wrong-o.  It just so happens that I’m Y/N’s guardian angel, and I’m— “

“Y/N’s what?”  Were there really such things as guardian angels? Honestly, after everything he and Sam had been through, nothing surprised Dean anymore.

“Guardian angel.  I protect her as best I can.  She’s an important person in the grand scheme of things you know.”  Dean smiled to himself ever so slightly, and glanced at her in the rear-view mirror.

“Yeah.  She’s one hell of a girl isn’t she,” he muttered, mostly to himself, before looking back to the dark road.  Dean could almost hear Gabriel’s eyeroll.

“Well, I’ve been with her almost her entire life.  When her parents…”  he trailed off.  Dean didn’t need anything more.  He’d heard about your parents’ tragic death when you were 8, the many foster homes, how you ran away at 16, and met an old hunter who taught you everything you needed to know about how to kill the thing that took your parents away.  “Anyway, I consider her to be my little sister, and I need to know that you won’t hurt her.”  Dean furrowed his brow.

“How—why would I hurt her? I— “

“Oh please.  I’ve been watching you for a while now and I know how you feel,” Gabriel said condescendingly, looking out the window momentarily.  Ok, creepy much?

“How I feel— “  Dean tried to question.

“The lingering glances, the longer hugs, the smiles to yourself, the witty banter, the not-so-subtle checking her out…  You love her. Or at least you’re very infatuated,” he said casually.  Dean almost choked on his own spit, immediately denying everything.

“Me?  Love?  Looks like you’ve been looking through those angel clouds a little too long.”

“Don’t even try to deny it. I see the way you look at her.  It’s the same way your mother looked at your father.”  He started speaking a bit louder.  “Dean, I know how much you like Y/N!”

“Will you shut up! She’s trying to sleep.”  Dean glanced back at you, still as passed out as before.  “I like her, ok?  Happy?” The archangel gave him a playful smirk.

“Quite.”  The car was silent for a few moments.  “Well?”  Dean looked at Gabriel with a confused expression on his face.

“What?”

“Well, aren’t you going to ask me?”  

“Ask you what?” Gabriel scoffed again.

“God, if you’re this slow all the time… I don’t know how she came to like you.”  He rubbed his face with his hand.  Dean’s heartbeat quickened.  She felt the same?  God, I feel like I’m in some cheap romance book, he thought to himself.  

“What you want me to ask for your… blessing?”  Was that the right word for this situation.

“Since she has no family left, I see it only fit for her guardian angel to step in and approve of her love interests.  You’re one of the few guys I’d even consider letting her date, and all the other ones are a thousand miles away.”

“What are you saying?”

“That depends.  Are you asking?”  Another second of silence.

“Would it—“ Dean licked his lips and tried to find the best words.  “Is it alright if I take Y/N out?”  Gabriel

paused for a second, as if he actually had just been asked this question and had no time to prepare for it.  

“Alright, Dean-o.  You have my permission.  But, just so you know, I’m still an archangel and I can make you suffer tremendously.”  Gabriel turned to face Dean head on, making eye contact so Dean knew how serious he was. “If you hurt my girl in any way at all, I will make you suffer.  Your time in hell will seem like child’s play in comparison to what I would do to you.” He let his words sink in.  Before Dean had anything else to say, you began to stir in the back seat.  “Nice seein’ ya.”  

“Wait!  What did you mean about Y/N being an important person in the grand scheme of things?”  Gabriel only smirked and raised his eyebrows, before disappearing.

“Dean, who were you talking to?”  You yawned, stretching.

“Uh, Sam.  He was just calling to check in,”  Dean responded, looking back at you.  “We’ll be back to the bunker in about an hour or two.”

“Hm.” You rubbed your eyes. “What time is it?”  Your voice was raspy from sleep as you inhaled slowly to help wake up a bit more.

“About 2:30 in the morning. Sorry if I woke you.”

“Nah, I was getting uncomfortable anyway…  Can I come sit up there with you?  It’s awfully lonely back here,” you asked with your signature pout that always made Dean give in.  He told you to climb up, so you clambered over the seat and plopped in the middle seat, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Go ahead and go back to sleep.  I promise I’ll be quiet.”  Dean draped his arm over your shoulder and pulled you closer, smiling.  “G’night, Y/N.”

Guardian Angel - Part 3 - Jimin angst

Originally posted by sugaglos

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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Jimin yawned, barely stifling the noise with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around yours. You were still lying in your bed, stuck somewhere between a dream and the harsh reality of consciousness. For hours, Jimin had sat there, his legs long having gone numb, but he couldn’t bare to part with you for even a few moments as he adjusted himself. He figured he could sit on your bed next to you, but he feared that he might fall asleep, and lose sight of you again. He’d had enough of that.

“Poor kid,” Namjoon muttered, adjusting his jeans so they weren’t as uncomfortable when he sat. He was gazing down at the scene before him, of his young friend and his companion that he never got to appreciate. “Do you think the usual will happen?”

“Dunno.” Yoongi said, lying on his front on the edge of the rooftop. His two limbs dangled lazily, precariously, off the edge of the building, blinking at the light from Y/N’s room.

“I hope not. Maybe the Ancients should stop punishing people for making simple mistakes. We’re not human but we used to be; it’s in our nature to fuck up sometimes.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“Jimin doesn’t deserve to suffer like this and it’s not like Y/N’s done anything wrong, I mean-”

“Uh huh.”

“-Since Jimin was sent down here I’ve been checking in - without his knowledge of course - just to see how his progress was going and I focused on Y/N too -”

“Of course, yeah.”

“-And she’s a genuinely good person. Have you ever seen someone so dedicated to save the bees? I mean, look at her balcony garden! A metropolis for them!”

He gestured down into the random flower pots, bursting with the bright colours of fuchsia, golden tones, splashes of green.

“Wow,” Yoongi commented, brows raised slightly as he took in the sight of Y/N’s explosive garden. “We need to take notes, the Garden upstairs is looking a bit drab recently.”

“Right? And in any case-”

“Are those wildflowers or…?”

“I think they’re wildflowers, yeah. They look too unplanned to be anything else. Obviously I’m not the plant expert but, uh-”

“I might take some seeds up for Hobi, he’d love them.”

“Yoongi we were talking about Y/N.”

“Oh, no, yeah, of course, sorry, carry on.”

Shaking his head softly, Namjoon fell silent, still staring at the scene in front of him. Jimin had finally moved from what looked like an uncomfortable position to lying down on your bed next to you, and he tenderly wrapped an arm securely around your middle. Namjoon’s heart shattered into pieces at the gesture of adoration Jimin showed you, and it was further crushed into pieces when he remembered what was going to happen to you. He loved Jimin like a brother and to see him go through such pain was almost too much for the angel.

“Where is Jin?” Yoongi asked.

“Showering for his date, why?”

“Does that not bother you? That your charge is seeing another man?”

“Not as much,” Namjoon said, kicking his legs out slightly, watching the skyline of the city. “He’ll realise soon enough. I can wait for him.”

“Man. Sounds shit. I’m glad Hobi realised immediately we were made for each other.”

Feeling a twinge of annoyance, Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“Yeah; unfortunate that he died the next moment, then, isn’t it?”

“Not cool, man. Not cool.”

They lapsed into silence again, Namjoon staring at the young angel lying on your bed with you wrapped closely into his chest, ignoring the dried tear tracks running down his face.

“Jimin?” you whispered, dawn creeping gradually across your face through the curtains that you had failed to shut last night. The man’s arm was heavy across your upper torso and he was incredibly hot, his body heat making you start to sweat. “Wake up.”

You nudged him slightly, but that only made him whine gently in his sleep, bringing you closer and nuzzling into your neck. Immediately, as always, your heart beat started to race and a blush spread up your neck and across your face. Catching your breath momentarily, you thanked your rarely lucky stars that the boy was unconscious and didn’t notice your sudden embarrassment at the physical contact.

He never seemed to notice your infatuation anyway.

“Jimin,” you tried again, throat completely parched and burning. “Wake up!” you nudged him again, slightly harder, and this time his eyelids fluttered and he groaned, low and deep in his throat.

“What?” he muttered, his free hand coming up and rubbing his eyes. He blinked, looking around the room and his eyes blearily roamed over your face before they shot open and he leapt out of your bed like he had been electrocuted.

Feeling slightly hurt from the way he had jumped away from you as if you had the plague, you shuffled slightly further up the bed and brought your covers up to your chin.

“Y/N?” he mumbled, staring at you as if he couldn’t believe you were in front of him. “Are you… Feeling okay?”

“Uh, yeah, I think so. I’m a bit warm but I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? No queasy stomach?” He moved in closer again, placing a hand against your forehead and then the side of your face. “You feel… Fine?”

“Yeah,” you said, bewildered by his sudden fussiness. “Jimin, what is going on?”

“Nothing! Nothing, it’s just… You were ill last night so I thought you’d be ill for a few days maybe, I don’t know…”

He looked around the room, as if looking for somebody to help him explain his bewilderment and erratic actions, but his eyes fell on you again. The sun spread across his face as his eyes scrunched up in the brightest grin you had ever seen on a person before, and he bound forwards, arms enveloping your body in the tightest hug he had ever given you.

“J-Jimin?” you questioned, slightly confused but returned the hug all the same.

Sure, you had exchanged hugs before but there was something about this one, and how tight and secure it was, that immediately made you blush again.

You could hug him forever.

“Thank God. Oh, thank fucking God. I’m so- I’m so thankful,” he muttered against your head, stroking your hair slightly. “I was so worried about you, you were so sick, Y/N.”

“I don’t really remember.”

Neither of you made any move to leave the hug and you were completely content to bask in his affection for the rest of your life.

But of course, that was unrealistic and he pulled away. Expecting him to let go of you completely you were taken completely aback when he placed his lips against your cheek, then your forehead, then your other cheek before drawing away.

“God…” he whispered, pulling away to stare you in the eyes. He kissed your forehead one more time before smiling brightly again and hopping out of bed. “Are you hungry? I could cook you breakfast! Actually no I’m a terrible cook, I’ll order in! No wait!”

He paused in the doorway of your bedroom, about to leave the room at a hundred miles an hour.

“We could eat out for breakfast! My treat,” he turned to smile at you again. “I’ll leave you to get ready and stuff, and then I’ll take you out.”

“Oh… Okay?” you questioned, not sure how to react to the speed of his actions.

“Wear something nice for our date! I’ll go home and get ready and pick you up in half an hour, okay? See you!”

You sat in the mess of your bed covers, staring at the bedroom door that shut behind him.

“Date…?”

“I haven’t eaten so well in so long.” Jimin moaned, leaning back in his seat and massaging his stomach. You laughed, flicking a raspberry at him across the table.

“You need to stop abusing your roommate for food, Chim. He’s human too. You need to learn how to cook for yourself.”

“Could you teach me?” he asked, leaning in close across the table and fluttering his eyelashes dramatically. You laughed again, shoving his face away from yours slightly.

“Sure, you pitiful man,” Sighing happily, you watched him pick up his drink and start to take a mouthful. “So… How are things with Mina?”

Your heart ached as you asked the question, but watching Jimin’s cheeks start to burn and the way he spluttered on his drink as he thought about her answered whatever questions you had about him and her.

“M-Mina? What about her? Has she said anything?”

“No, she hasn’t. Why? Did something happen?”

He stared at you across the table.

“Because, uh, she asked me a while ago if you had shown an interest in anybody and I said you seemed to like her. I’m-I’m sorry if that’s wrong, but I see in your face the way you feel-”

“Wait- Wait, okay, stop-”

“But it’s okay, Jimin! It’s okay, because she likes you too and I was wondering if she had said anything, but apparently not. Maybe you should say something to her?”

“Wha-”

“-Oh, that’d be cute. Suddenly confessing to her,” you stopped to think for a while, a smile spread lazily across your face as you imagined the words Jimin would say to you if you were the object of his affections. He was a poetic person; anything he said was sure to be romantic. Thinking about Mina suddenly, and how good they looked together, made your smile fade into nothing again. “She’s very beautiful. You made a good choice, Jimin.”

“But I don-”

“-You don’t have to deny it to me, Chim! I see the look in your eyes when you mention her, or when she walks in the room. It’s like all attention you could possibly have for anything is focused on her.”

Jimin wanted to cry. He wanted to stand up, bringing you with him, and shake you and shout at you until you realised that it was you and it had always been you and he would die for you and fight for you and work for you - He would do anything for you.

But you were still talking about how perfect Mina was for him. You were still talking about how somebody other than you was suited for him even though he knew that the two of you, sitting together in some crappy diner that wasn’t good enough for you but it was all he could afford on his wage slip, were cut from the same fabric that the universe had weaved together and he would do anything in his power to make you see this.

He would do anything for you.

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Every one of you is divine in some way. From Archangels to Cherubs to Seraphs and Guardians, from Godlings to Dieties to Faes and Elemental spirits, from Prophets to Priestess’ to Monks, from demons to monsters and ghosts: we all have divinity within us, be it light or dark or somewhere in between. You are so much more than the vessel you find yourself in. Take that vessel and make it serve your purpose. Protect, serve, fight, and share what you know to be true. You know. You are the bringer of knowledge. You are the divine entity. Bring your darkness, bring your light, and bend the world to your will. Take advantage of what you’ve been given. 

There is a reason you are here.

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Imagine:

You watched in horror as they dunked Isaac underwater.
A pair of strong hands pulled you back. Restraining you so that you couldn’t help him.

“Let him out, he’s going to die"you screamed as tears threatened to spill down your hot cheeks.

Truth was, you were scared to lose Isaac.
It was all Theo’s idea, none of the Mccall pack should have trusted him Stiles had been right all along.

He’d set you up. Theo had convinced Scott to send you and Isaac to spy on the Dread Doctors. Theo knew that you’d both be caught and with you two out of the way Theo could get to Stiles and Lydia easily.
You and Isaac both trusted Scott.
And Scott trusted Theo.

As the hand held you tighter you could hear Isaac coughing and spluttering about.
A Sudden anger shot through your body.
Your eyes turnt white and a ball of white mist started to form around you, the doctor that was holding onto you let you go immediately.

You spun around and blasted him back with a force you’d never recognized.
You felt different.

A ball of white smoke started to appear in your hands when you peered down at them. Eager to save Isaac you shot them violently at the doctor that was drowning him. The dread doctor fell against the wall and Isaac came up from the water gasping for air. After 5 minutes he looked around the room. Shocked at the scene.

Everything around you started to spin and you collapsed on the floor. Happy that Isaac was still alive.

Guardian Angel-  Jason Todd x Reader

The date was going well, or so you thought. Your date seemed nice during dinner, but when both of you made your way over to the bar for after-dinner drinks, something seemed to be off. While you only wanted to order a light drink, your date pushed you into taking something a little stronger than you’re used to. You drank it in small sips, trying to be polite since your date paid for dinner and the drink itself. 

It wasn’t until your eyesight began to wobble did you think something was wrong. You turned to your date to tell them something was wrong  only to feel their arm wrap around you to pull you out to the bar. Shaking your head, you tried to break their hold to tell them how weird you felt only to find you were unable to do so. Realizing your drink was drugged, you tried to get help from people around you only to come off as extremely drunk. You begin to shake as your date drags you out of the bar. You realize no one was going to help you. Feeling tears burn in your eyes, you prayed someone would help you before you are dragged out the door.

Fortunately for you, someone was watching.

Jason Todd knew you. Well, he didn’t really know you as you two have never spoken, but he watched you enough to feel like he knew you. You were his neighbor who moved in across from one of his safe houses in Gotham City two months ago and since then he had been utterly fascinated with you. He watched as you met your date and when you went to dinner with this person, feeling in his gut that your date was going to try something. After following you two to the bar, his fears were confirmed as he saw your date slip something into your drink. 

His heart clenched in fear as he saw you notice something was wrong and attempt to tell your date. He saw how you realized your drink was drugged and tried to get help only to be dismissed as drunk. It was only when your date began to drag you out of the bar did Jason spring into action. Marching across the bar to you, he socked your date in the face. 

Your date fell to the ground as you were left stumbling, no longer able to keep your balance on your own. Jason stepped up, wrapping an arm around your waist to support you. Though you did not understand what happened, you felt safe as you were pressed into the side of your savior. 

“You stay away from them, dirt-bag,” Jason threatened, kicking your date in the face. You flinched at the sound of the impact causing Jason’s arm to squeeze your waist to sooth you. Collapsing against Jason’s side, you begin to lose consciousness. He took your weight, slipping the arm around your waist up to the middle of your back while wrapping his other arm around your legs, picking you up bridal style. You heard some shouts, and a few more kicks before feeling a rush of cool air on your face.

“You’re safe, (Y/N),” is whispered in your ear before you black out completely.       

Originally posted by everydayyhustle

You awaken on a bed that was not your own. A headache raged through your head while the events of the night before come back to you. Slowly opening your eyes, you see a man sitting by your bedside fast asleep. You close your eyes again before moving to sit up. Peaking under the covers, you sign with relief when you see you are still dressed in the clothes from the night before.

The man next to you begins to stir due to your movements. You saw as he sat up, taking in his messy black hair and bluish-green eyes. Studying him, you realize he lives across from you. Personally, you always wanted to get to know him better.  

“Where am I,” you asked, watching as he stretched. A tingle ran up your spine when his eyes came to rest on you.

“At my place, you needed time to recover from whatever was in your drink,” he responded, gently placing a cool hand on your forehead. “How are you feeling, (Y/N)?”

“Just a headache,” you reply, taking the hand on your forehead into your own. “It’s Jason, right?”

He blushed, looking away from you as you squeeze his hand. “I didn’t think you knew my name.”

“I didn’t think you knew mine,” you say. Your stomach fluttered as a smile broke out across your face. 

Jason slips his hand out of yours, turning his back towards you. “I’ll go get some Tylenol for you,” Jason said, walking towards the bedroom door.

“Wait,” you stop him. “Thank you for helping me. I don’t know where I’d be if you didn’t step in, so thank you for everything.”

He looked back at you, smiling cheekily. “Anything for you, babe.” Giving you a wink, he left the room. You ran a hand through your hair in an attempt to tame it. Who would have ever thought I had a guardian angel for a neighbor?