fiddlesticksimagines:

Baby feathers

Warren’s feathered wings are growing back after apocalypse,
and they’re coursing him some pain.

Warren’s shoulder blades felt as though they were going to
rip out of his flesh. He reached around with gritted teeth, stubby spines were
poking through the fabric of his t-shirt. He hadn’t felt this pain in years,
nothing he had experienced after it had come close, it blindsided him. He
staggered to the kitchen of the institute. Ripping cupboard doors open, looking
for anything alcoholic, to at least dull the pain.

You heard banging and clattering ,down the corridor from
where you were sat writing. Trying to ignore the racket you got back to your papers.
The noise continued and then suddenly stopped, and was replaced by a groan of
pain.

You sprinted down the corridor, tripping as you went. when
you reached the kitchen you found it in an uproar, pots and pans scattered
around the benches, crockery stroon around the floor, and warren, sitting
crouched in the middle of it all. You had never seen him look so small, so
crumpled, so defeated. His head resting on his knees and his strong arms
wrapped tightly around his legs his hands grasping at his shoulders.

You approached him cautiously, not wanting to startle him.
You crouched down opposite him, ‘warren’ you said his name so softly, as though
it was a secret. His eyes flew open, you could see he was in pain, wincing with
the sudden movement. “warren what on earth were you looking for? What’s
happened to you?’ your voice still soft, trying to calm him. “vodka’ his voice
sounding raspy. You shuffled around to his side, moving his hands from his shoulders,
you hissed at the sight, you rubbed comforting circles between his shoulder
blades, where his new wings were fighting their way through. You pulled him
into you, resting his head on your shoulder, ‘I don’t think alcohol’s going to
help you with this sweetheart’, you said stroking his hair. “I’ll run you a hot
bath and get you some pain killers, alright? Can you stand?’ he swayed slightly
as he stood, but you quickly steadied him, you took most of warrens weight as
you both struggled towards your room.

Once you finally reached your room, you sat warren in your chair
and ran to the bathroom to draw a bath. You let it run and went back to check
on warren, you knelt down in front of him and gently cradled his handsome face
in your hands. “warren love, you’re going to be alright, you’ve done this
before, I’m with you, you can do this.’ He gave you a weak smile at your
encouraging words, that he didn’t think he deserved. You helped him up and to
the bathroom, where he tugged off his shirt and his jeans, he looked back at
you and gave you a suggestive look. Really? He was doing this now at a time
like this? Thankfully he just smirked and stepped into the bath, clenching his teeth
as he submerged himself under the hot water. The blood from where the spines of
his feathers had broken through his skin, colouring the water.

After a few minutes he visibly seemed to relax, so you
passed him a glass of water and some pain killers. He took them without
complaint and gave you a grateful smile as he handed them back. He stayed in
the bath for quite some time, until the water started to turn tepid, you
stroking his back or his hair. His eyes started to drift shut, it was time to
get out before he fell asleep, you helped him out and to dry off, being careful
not to catch the tender area of the steadily regrown feathers. You had intended
on taking him to his own room, warren however had other ideas. He wobbled his
way over to your bed and collapsed on top of it. With a sigh and a roll of your
eyes you turned to try and continue with your writing, when you heard a groan
of disapproval from the blonde, you turned to see his arm open to you, offering
an inviting space. You gave in to his wishes and snuggled into his arms, your
back to his front, his mouth at your ear. “don’t leave’

Have a great day and be safe