NOTE: All of this is completely fictional. The male lead is only being used for physical appearance.
Warnings: Slight sexual content, talk of angels (If you are uncomfortable with any of the following topics, I urge you to not read. Thank you.)
He gazed down at the crying child from the tree he was perched in. His wings tucked closely to his body as he watched the little girl wail miserably. All he wanted to do was go through the window and cradle her in his strong arms.
He wanted to hold her there and rock her back and forth, his wings keeping her warm as they came around the both of them. He wanted to see her big eyes look at him and he wanted to feel her little heart beating as she rested against his chest.
He wanted to stop her whimpers and kiss her cheeks to make her babble contently again. Her parents were exhausted from all of the crying and were sleeping heavily, oblivious to her cries. He had rolled his eyes when he had gone to see them through their window.
They lay there in a heap of sleeping masses. Content expressions on their aged faces. Having a baby was hard work and they required the attention that they were not giving her at this moment.
After thinking it over he decided to just go in for a moment and soothe her before leaving. He reached over and opened the window easily, hoping from the tree and into the nursery smoothly.
He went over to her bassinet and looked down at this little angel, his little angel. She looked up at him miserably and her cheeks were coated in tears. It made him angry that her parents were ignoring their daughter but he shrugged his annoyance with the humans off as he picked up the baby.
She quieted immediately when he held her close. She rested on his chest and blinked drowsily as held onto his finger tightly. His wings rustled and frightened her because she began to cry again. Loud wails filled the room and the harsh sound touched his ears.
He kissed her forehead several times and shushed her, his white wings coming around her to create a cocoon of feathers. Curiosity got the best of her and she hesitantly reached out to touch them.
When she had felt how soft they were she couldn’t keep her tiny hand off of them. She held on tight to one as she had with his finger. She pulled lightly and one of them came off. The large white feather was plucked from her grasp as Harry took it from her before she placed it in her mouth.
He smiled down at her and gave her another kiss on her forehead. She gave him a toothless smile and rested her head back down on his bare chest. He put her little hand on his chest right next to his heart and stayed still.
She blinked several times as he ran his fingers down her back, holding her tightly to him and making sure she was warm enough. She let out a tiny puff of air and snuggled more into him.
His bare skin warm and pulsing heartbeat lulling her back to sleep. When he was sure she was fully sleeping he gave her a kiss on the nose and placed her back in the bassinet.
He looked around the room he had seen many times before and walked back over to the window and climbed out. He still stayed on the tree as he watched her sleep. There was only a nightlight that illuminated the room and gave it a pale white glow.
He looked away and up towards the sky as there was a clap of thunder. His gaze shifted back to his angel and he listened to see if her breathing had faltered from the sound. He let out a sigh of relief when he heard she was still resting.
He rose, standing on the tree branch, before jumping down. Once he hit the ground and made sure no one was watching or around, he extended his wings fully. They quivered and the feathers ruffled in the breeze.
He touched the pendent on his neck and gave on last look at his angels house before vanishing in thin air. As soon as he left the child began to wail for him again.
“You’ve failed me boy!” Garrett yelled down to him with a pained expression. His body shook with anger as Harry stood there held by two other angels.
He stood tall, grey wings at full expanse behind him. His gold eyes were ablaze as he stared down at his creation. Harry looked straight back and all he could feel was contempt ooze from his creators stance.
“You’ve broken the rules.” He said mournfully as Harry stood still. His wings were out to their full span and soon Harry was being brought to his knees. He could feel hands holding him down while other hands touched his wings.
“I’m sorry my boy, but you know the rules. You’ve exposed yourself to a human! A filthy human at that. Is she worth being thrown out? Sent to live down there with the great masses of them?” Garrett yelled down to him and Harry fought the hands holding him down. He pushed them off and stood up to his creator.
“She is not filth!” He screamed and stormed up to his creator, looking Garrett dead in the eyes as he spoke his next words.
“I would rather live my existence down on earth with her then the filth that resides here.” He spat and then Harry was thrown to the ground.
He felt pressure on his wings and soon all he felt was pain. Hot, blazing pain rushed through his body and all he could do was lay there as his wings were ripped from his body. He screamed several times in sheer anger and pain as he lay helpless as his only link to this part of him was ripped away.
Tears leaked from his eyes as he was carried out of the throne room. The open area where angels could travel down to the mortal world was open and Harry was held right beside it. He had just stood here earlier, under much different circumstances then now.
“Oh my boy, such a fool. You’re such a fool.” His creator spoke mournfully and dropped Harry right off the edge, leaving him to fall right down to the cold hard ground that earth provided.
You tapped your foot nervously as you knocked on his door, waiting for him to come and answer it. The weather outside was freezing and rain was pouring down in sheets as you stood on his doorstep for him.
You held your books tightly as you shuffled on your feet. Your coat was damp and you let out a long sigh and was about to leave but the door opened.
There stood your history partner Harry in nothing but low slung sweats and no shirt. His longer hair was over to the side and he didn’t say a word but moved over to let you in.
His house was warm and you placed your books on his table as you shrugged out of your coat. Your shirt had stayed dry as you placed your coat on the chair beside you. You turned to look at Harry but he was no longer in the room.
You picked up your books and went to go sit on his living room couch but his voice from behind you stopped your movements.
“We’ll be working in my room.” His voice was deep and raspy, as though he had just gotten up from bed. You nodded at him and followed him up the stairs. They creaked in certain places and the rail was shaky but you didn’t mind as you walked with him down the dark hallway.
His door was open so you both walked right in. You looked about and saw that it was very minimalistic. Just a bed, two nightstands, a desk, and dresser took up the room furniture wise. There were no photos or personal items around except for the clock that rested on one of the nightstands and a few lamps here and there.
You sat on the edge of his large bed, your fingers running over the soft grey duvet. You looked up at him shyly as he was standing by the doorway watching you. He was always watching you.
“Do you want to sit down?” You asked him softly and he made his way to sit down. He sat as far away from you as possible and it hurt your feelings that he didn’t like you. You two weren’t friends just partners on this project together. You had tried to be civil with him and engage him in conversation but he just was too moody and snapped at random times.
Rumors of him being dangerous went around and part of you believed them. The whispers in the hallways always greeted your ears as you walked down them.
People would say they felt sorry for you since you had to work with him.
They would share the stories of him and all of the supposed bad things he had done. Rumors of him going crazy at parties and picking up random girls was common among them. People would say the drinks would run heavy when he was around. He was bad news, very bad news.
You choose not to listen to them with too much of a narrow mind but somethings were hard to ignore when they were thrust in your face. You two had barely spoken more then 10 minutes the entire time you had known him but something about you must not sit well with him since he could be the most cruel at times.
He was not an inviting person to talk to and he would overreact at the slightest things all the time in class. He had a temper that you had been told about, not by a peer but from a staff member. He scared you but you tried to not let that affect your project in any way.
“So I did some outlining for the project and I really think we should focus on the Victorian Era, it’s quite fascinating.” You mumbled as you looked up him.
He had a hard look on his face but his eyes were soft as they gazed at you. You felt your heart pick up and for the most odd reason whenever you were around him it felt as though a piece of you was his. There was no way to explain the connection you felt with him but it was there, and it sure burned bright.
“That’s fine.” He said and stood up, walking over to what you assumed was his closet. You didn’t notice before but there was two narrow scars carved into his back. You gasped when you saw the bright angry red cuts and his head whipped around to see if you were alright.
“What is it?” He asked tightly and you just shook his voice off.
“Your back. What happened to your back?” You questioned lowly but it was though he heard you loud and clear. He quickly pulled out a shirt and threw it over his head. When it was on he turned and came towards you, walking fast until he stood right in front of you.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers too.” He spat and opened his door. “Leave.” He said to you and you grabbed your things before walking right past him. You jogged down his stairs and grabbed your coat, not even bothering to put it on as you went over to his front door and opened it up.
Rain and lightning were now happening and the thunder claps the sky gave away were loud as can be as you left his house. You were soaked by the rain but you didn’t care as all you wanted to do was leave.
You could do the project on your own and you didn’t need to be spoken rudely too by him.
You tossed your things into the back seat of your car and was about to open the drivers door when a hand on your arm stopped you. Your back hit the the car as you were pressed right up against it. Harrys hair was matted against his face and water ran right down his face, going between his pink lips as he stared down at you.
“Why do you hate me?” You said loudly over the pouring rain. You were hurt and you wanted him to know that.
“What the hell did I ever do to you?” You screamed but were cut off by him crashing his lips down on yours.
A spark of heat ran down your body as you shivered against him, your hands griping his biceps as he kissed you right there.
His lips moved against yours and you couldn’t marvel enough at how soft they were. His arms came around your waist as he picked you up and set you on the hood of your car. Your hands wound in his hair and you gave him access to explore your mouth.
He kissed you deeper then before and pressed his body more into yours as you locked your ankles around his back.
He broke away from your lips and pressed them long your neck, pushing your wet hair behind your shoulders. His tongue licked over the skin here before his mouth began to suck little red marks onto the area.
It felt as though the contact he was giving would be forever imprinted in your mind. You used to think just the mild brush of your hands was enough to make your heart flutter but now it was full on pounding. You couldn’t get enough of him and nor he you.
He pulled away from you all together and pulled your bodies closer, placing your foreheads together.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for that.” He breathed out and momentarily you forget everything else and lived in that moment, right there. His hands coming up to cup your cheeks, the water running down both your faces, the softness of his skin against yours.
“I don’t hate you, I can’t hate you.” He said to you as he held you close. You rested your head on his chest as his fingers ran down her back. It sparked feelings in you that you couldn’t describe but you just simply let it be.
You laughed at what Harry was saying as you sat knee to knee on the school bench. Your laughter carried in the breeze as he kept his hand in yours. You looked down at your conjoined hands and smiled at the sight.
Glancing up through your lashes to peek at him only to find him gazing in the distance. He had a hardened look in his eyes but when he noticed you staring at him it softened slightly. With one last glance in the distance Harry fully turned back to you and spoke.
“Come on lets go over to your house.”
“There is still one last period of the day-” he cut you off with a kiss. You could feel him smile into you as you melted against him.
“It’s your study hall angel, now come on or we’ll get caught.” He winked and pulled you to stand with him. You both made your way to his car. Harry had decided to get a car seeing as you were uncomfortable with his bike.
As you settled into your seat Harry held your hand as he drove to your house. Your parents wouldn’t be home until later that night due to work so it would only be the two of you.
He pulled into your driveway and you both got out. As you unlocked your door his arms came around your waist and he picked you up, carrying your throughout the house and up to your room.
You shivered as he placed you down on your bed. Your room the same as it had been before you left, clothes here and there, books tossed in random places.
Harry strolled about the room and was going through your jewelry box, a gift from him, before he stopped his movements.
“What’s this?” He questioned as he pulled out the large white feather you had always had. You jumped up and took it from his grasp, holding it close to you.
It was still as soft as always, no matter how many times you had touched it. Your parents always said that the feather had to have come from an angel since it was sound next to you when you were a baby one morning.
“It’s my feather.” You said softly as you pet your finger over it. You moved Harry to the side and opened the box again and placed it delicately inside.
“I’ve had it since I was a baby. My parents found it next to me when I was sleeping one morning.” Something in Harry’s expression faltered as he turned away from you and went to sit on your bed. He seemed harder then he had been moments before so you were hesitant to move next to him and touch his shoulder.
He jumped at the contact of your hand touching him and his whole body turned to face you.
“What kind of feather is that?” He asked tightly and you furrowed your brows at him. What a dramatic shift if behavior.
“My parents always joked about it being an angels feather… I always thought so too.” You said to him and his expression turned blank.
“Do you believe in them?” He questioned sharply.
“Angels, ones that still hold rank and the ones that have fallen?” He asked desperately and you nodded your head at him. He pushed off of the bed and paced around with a tight expression. Suddenly he took off his shirt and pulled you to a standing position.
“Do you remember how you asked me what the scars on my back meant? When I tell you you’re not going to want to have anything to do with me.” He choked out and turned so that his back faced you.
“Touch them.” Your hand had a mind of its own as it reached up to touch the scar on his left side.
It was jagged and an angry red color that had your stomach drop from within you. They were rough under your smooth fingertips and when you pressed down lightly Harry hissed loudly.
“What are they from?” You breathed. He turned back around and took your forgotten hands. He looked so torn and serious in that moment that you knew whatever he said was not to be taken lightly.
“I’m one of the fallen.” His voice shook and his façade fell apart as he pulled you to his chest. In some way your mind registered his motives as ones that he used to calm down, you being the first cure.
“The fallen? As in a fallen angel?” You had to make sure that was what he was speaking off. He nodded against your head.
“Do you not believe me?” He asked as he face was buried in your hair.
“What happened? What made you fall?”
“I was bad, I broke the rules.” He spoke with much venom as he let go of you and took a few steps back. His body was pressed against your dresser as he stared into space, speaking of what happened.
“My creator wasn’t happy with me. Dropped me himself, said that was what had to happen.”
“Why did it have to happen?” You whispered as his eyes flittered to meet your wide ones.
“I fell for a human. At the time she was no more then months old, but she still had me. Do you know that even angels have what you humans consider ‘soul mates?’ Well I found mine and my creator wasn’t happy that I dropped everything to get a glimpse of her.”
He continued speaking to you as he just stared unmoving.
“The night I was thrust out of my home I had just visited her. She wouldn’t stop crying and when I held her she quieted immediately. I still had my wings then so when the came around us she pulled a feather out. I placed it next to her before I left her. I didn’t know that would be one of the last times I saw her that close, I didn’t know that would be the last time I could hold her until a few months ago. I didn’t think I’d be able to hold her, kiss her, stand less then 2 feet away from her.” He stepped closer to you and your could feel your heart hammering in your chest.
“I didn’t know she’d ever be mine.” He touched your cheeks lightly before pressing his lips to yours. You both fell back onto your bed, him on top of you.
“You are mine, my little angel.” He continued to kiss you and suddenly there was a shift in the room. Things became more heated as his hands traveled from your face to your shirt buttons.
He popped open the first one open and as your legs wrapped around his waist he opened the rest of them.
You ran your lips up and down his neck as he touched your bare skin. His hands lightly tracing the edge of your bra, and them moving down to the edge of your pants.
Your breathing because more shallow as he rubbed at your hips. He brought your face back to meet his and he pressed a kiss on your forehead before he caught your hands in one of his and he placed them above your head and he kissed you again.
“Harry,” you gasped as soon as you could speak. he looked at you expectantly.
“Yes my angel?” He asked as he kissed the area below your collar bones. His lips were so soft against your skin that you couldn’t get the sensation out of your mind. You felt the coolness of his necklace touch your heated skin and your hand snaked between your chest and his to grab ahold of it.
“What is this?” You asked out of nowhere. He propped himself up on his elbows and kissed your nose before speaking.
“I’ve had it since I was an angel.” You fingered the chain lightly and peered up at him. He looked so content, very unlike he usually did. Sharing his past with you, what he was had opened doors for him to be who he was.
He sat up and his hands reached around his neck and unclasped his necklace. He reached around your neck and placed it around you.
It felt cold around your neck though Harry was just wearing it. As you touched it, sparks ran down your hand and a coldness seeped there as well.
“I love you,” he said as you still held his pendent tightly in your grasp. You smiled over at him and crawled closer, straddling him. You placed your forehead against his and grinned at him, the necklace dangling between the both of you.
“Oh my little angel,” the kiss he shared with you was one that’s never been shared before. There was no lust, no heated attack on your lips. No it was just plain love; warmth flooded your body as you just held him to you.
You both laid there, sitting in the tree right outside your window as you looked up at the stars above you.
“No, I quite like it down here. You’re down here.”
“I swear you were never this sappy when I didn’t know what you were.”
“I wasn’t sappy last night.” You blushed as heated memories came rushing back to you.
Your back pressed against the door, his lips just about everywhere as well his hands. Your shirts had been lost somewhere down stairs and he was working on getting your pants off.
Once he did his hands dipped inside to explore, leaving you a moaning mess right in front of him. You clutched onto him as his finger slide over your slit. You could feel your wetness pooling out of you as his finger slide into your folds, teasing your opening.
"Do you want my finger angel?"
"Yes," you whimpered and you felt his finger slide into you. Your walls clung to his fingers as he slowly worked it in and out of you at a leisurely pace. You lifted your hips to meet his finger and he added in another.
"More." You moaned and he moved his fingers at a faster rate inside you. You rested your head on his chest as you felt your release about to hit.
You gasped when you finally came, his fingers riding you through your orgasm.
“Are you even listening to me angel?” You broke away from your playback of last night and looked at your fallen angel.
“What did you say?” He laughed loudly and nuzzled his face in the crook of you neck.
“I love you.” He murmured and you melted right there.
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