Pillows
Angel Masterlist
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Angel who really likes soft things… maybe less in the literal sense and more in things he can put under his shoulders to elevate the snout of pressure his wings put on him…
Being his size… which was painfully average with a wing span which was everything above average sucked for his spine. His skeletal system fucking hated him. It wasn’t something uncommon amongst avian hybrids. The body could be under fed or under developed while the wings are a healthy size for what the avian should have reached or vice versa, too small of wings for a healthy body. Angel was one of those suffering with the condition of his wings being large and heavy — and this is without remembering he had multiple pairs as soon as his emotions flared up.
So angel likes soft things he can prop his shoulders up on when taking naps. Be it his folded up jacket during the Heli ride back to base, and disgusting amount pillows that he had on his bed, or the two IKEA sharks he had right next to said pillows — one from Gaz because Angel mentioned once liking so Gaz got it for him and the other from Soap because he heard the exact same thing but stole it instead…
Anything he could shove under his shoulders to stretch them out as he laid on his stomach and contemplated his life chooses he liked. If one was to look at the sharks for longer than a few seconds it would be obvious which one he used for which shoulder because they hwve matching dents in there where the stuffing was always moved.
His favourite move to pull in bed was lying on his tummy, pillows stuffed under both his shoulders, arms and legs out like a star fish and wings spread out completely… sometimes if his whole back was aching he would put a pillow under his hips and turn his body in a way that made him look like a human pretzel. It was perfect for him, and very not perfect for anyone daring to share a bed with him, as any time that happened he would take over the either space of the bed. But no one seemed to mind that much… seeing as it prevented the next morning sobbing and breaking down because his bones hurt so bad he could not breathe in without pain…
One that mistake was made and Ghost managed to bully — subtly shift the eyeball bird in his sleep — Angel into his side of the cuddle pile just to regret it in the morning. Because as soon as Angel woke up at the floors hour of 5.30am to wake up for his morning duties he was met with his bones screaming and trying to grow tiny limbs to crawl out of his body. Sensitive birdie.
Price was woken up by teary eyes angel staring at him, his chest hitching in uneven breath from how much subtle movement hurt. That immediacy woke Price up real quick and real good
“Angel, what’s wrong” his hand cups his face tilting it side to side to see if the man was hurt.
Even the subtle shift of Price moving his head made him let out a muffled whimper “Bones… they hurt”
“Oh Dove” The dragon like man runs his hand though the angel’s hair “Did you sleep wrong?”
The angel gives him a pitiful little nod…
“You fragile little thing” Price’s tone drops to what can be best deceived as a coo… he never coos “We’ll have Vince you give some good pain killers” he rings his thumb under Angel’s eye, wiping away the salty tears staining his cheeks “Wang you stay in my office darling?”
“With pillows?” Angel whispers
“Of course angel”
What a little loser ♡
I’m back to see my family for holidays, probably won’t post every day… unless I do. Who even knows. I have a few drafts gathering dust
Annnyywaayyyy, is Price OCC? Yes. Do I care? Fuck no. He is my father and will treat my angel as I write him to treat him anyone else can suck my dick
But also Angel is me fr. I her to have be in a species position to fall asleep and not wake up with my spine twisted and in need of being wrangled out like a towel
