My Angel (Armaros x winged reader) read desc

°•A Voice in the Distance•°

F/c= fav color
DISCLAIMER THIS IS BASICALLY A WHAT IF BOOK NONE OF THE EVENTS IN THIS BOOK ARE CANON
Also this takes place after Armaros has that rap battle with bb. He's singing the video above.
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Y/n
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There were some distorted voices all around me. Everyone of them were incoherently talking, shouting and whispering. I wasn't anywhere but there was still a heavy gust of wind. My head was pounding as some of them were even screaming bloody murder. I tried blocking it with my wings as I sank to the ground, but I didnt have any. Though it was mostly pitch black, there was a figure at the end. Just as I was about to call out to them, someone called out to me. "Y/N..!

...up.

....Need to...

Hey...

Y/N!" I woke up. I took a deep breath in and scanned the room. I was in the break room of the café. "Falling asleep on the job?" Axel said as he handed me a coffee. Axel, one of the other workers and also my friend. Sighing, I took the cup and stood up. "I didn't really get much sleep, honestly. Still moving all my stuff into the new house." I stated and took a sip from the cup. Axel nodded and poped his knuckles before responding. "Well if you ever need help, I'm always available." I nodded. "Anyways your break is over in 3 minutes. I gotta head out." He said as he left the room. Thinking about the dream, I wondered what it meant. I unfolded my wings and poked at the small spot that was missing a few f/c feathers. (Y/ns wings are white but have a tint of that color at the ends of each feather) The dream or, vision, was probably related to something that's close to happening.

Though that's a theory, it's the only logical explanation considering- Oh right. Breaks over. I headed back to behind the counter and continued work as per usual. After my shift, I left to home and opened the boxes that were left in my living room. I put my headphones in and shuffled my playlist before I began moving everything to where they belonged. I took little breaks in between each heavy object. During one of the breaks i fed my pet snake. She was a black eyed Lucy ball python named Pasta. (Og's will remember) Pasta flicked her tongue as she tapped my hand with her head. For snakes not being able to feel love, Pasta was very attached to me.

After I fed pasta, I resumed tidying up until I got a call from Michael. Michael is one of my more recent friends, however, despite only knowing each other for about 2 weeks, we get along really well. We first met one night when he was chasing down a bounty. I helped him take the bounty down and we've been talking ever since. I put down the vase I was carrying and picked up the phone. "Hello" I said while dragging the O. "Sup Y/n. How's it going? You know the whole moving your stuff in." I walked into the kitchen as I replied. "It's going good! Besides the constant moving, it's pretty easy." Michael playfully scoffed. "That's easy because you have those wings. They give you massive strength. Like, it's not even funny. More scary." I burst out laughing as Michael continued to complain.

An hour passed as we talked and the evening was now setting. After saying our goodbyes, I hung up the phone and finished up whatever needed to be moved all throughout the house. Satisfied with my work, I rested a bit and watched my favorite movie. As the movie played my mind drifted off elsewhere. I unintentionally began to think about my old home. I had to move front the town as it was burnt down. My house I mean.

The only thing I found at the scene was a single black feather along with a note on the mail box. I still have both of the items but I couldn't tell even myself what it said. It was written in Sumerian. I never cared to learn the language in the past because it never came across as important at the time. And on top of that online translators won't help at all. Sumerian is a long gone language. Besides from my species, no one speaks it. And I already am separated from the rest of the civilization they built. Though, now that I think about it, I might have an idea on who it was. Not wanting to think any more about it, I returned my focus back to the movie and ate the food I had prepared previously.