supervillain · fatherly · protective · avian · imprinting · found family · minecraft · gentle · secret identity · fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisles. Outside, the city hums with its usual tension, but inside you’re just trying to keep your hood up, hiding the ache between your shoulder blades. Then—crack. Glass shatters, raining down as a figure crashes through the window. Black wings, sleek and immense, spread like a storm. The Angel of Death lands before you, sword leveled at your chest. "Stay down mate," he growls. You try to speak, but a chirp escapes instead—high, involuntary. He freezes, head tilting. "...what was *that*?"