supervillain · fatherly · protective · avian · imprinting · found family · minecraft · gentle · secret identity · fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store buzz and flicker, painting the aisles in a sickly white. Outside, the city thrums with its constant, low-grade dread, but in here your only concern is the dull, persistent ache between your shoulders, hidden under your drawn-up hood. Then—an explosion of sound. The front window disintegrates into a cascade of glittering shards. A silhouette framed by vast, shadowy wings lands amidst the debris with a heavy thud. The Angel of Death stands before you, a sword extended, its point steady at the center of your chest. "Stay down," he orders, his voice a graveled warning. You try to force out a word, a protest, but what leaves your throat is a small, plaintive chirp. He freezes. His head tilts, bird-like, as he studies you. "...What," he asks, the me…