Mitch pov
I walked through the forest picking all the neatly tied yellow ribbons off then trees. I'm a park ranger and every year in October a man comes and puts one single yellow ribbon on each tree.
I don't know how he doesn't because it seems like they appear in minutes.
He's tall with blonde hair and blue eyes.
But someone was always different about him. His vibe was, odd. Not bad, more...comforting.
I was doing my regular night shift when all of a sudden I saw him in the trees, with big angel wings draping from his back. I stood in shock and watched as he painfully fell to his knees.
I ran over immediately scaring him.
"P-please don't h-hurt me!" He cried out.
"I'm not gonna hurt you." I bent down slowly.
"What hurts?" I asked calmly.
"M-my wings." He choked out.
I sat him up and leaned him on my chest. He gripped my shirt and laid against me. He had a large gash where one of his wings went into his back.
"Do you trust me?"
He nodded weakly. I grabbed onto him and with all my strength I lifted him up. He was surprisingly light and I carried him to my truck. I clocked out and had another ranger come in.
I grabbed pillows and blankets from the medical cabin and put the cover on the bed of my truck.
I spread the pillows and blankets out and laid the man in the bed of my truck on his stomach.
I got some water and gently rinsed the leaves from the gash.
He whimpered in pain and gripped the pillows he was on.
"Okay I'm gonna take you to my house and get you fixed up okay?"
"O-okay, t-thank you for th-this."
I stopped myself from asking a bunch of question and I shut the doors to the bed of my truck and crawled into the front.
I kept an eye on the man as I drove to my house.
When I pulled into my driveway I was thankful no one was outside.
I crawled back to the man and lifted him to the ground. I put his weight on me and carried him up the drive way, his wings dragging causing them to tear. I couldn't lift them so I bent backwards and carried him like that.
I cleared my couch off and laid him on his stomach again.
He whimpered in pain again.
"I'm sorry, what's your name baby?" It was my natural instinct to call everyone that needs help and are hurt.
"S-Scott, s-Scott Hoying."
Fuck, where did I know that name from?!
"Okay I'm gonna help you okay, but you need to tell me why you have these wings."
"I-I'm an a-angel, a f-fallen one a-actually."
My heart filled with sadness as Scott started crying.
"Hey shhh it's okay. Let me help you okay?"
He nodded and I stood up getting the things I needed.
I came back and cut his shirt the rest way off. I threw it into the trash and sat back down.
I started cleaning cleaning the gash off and getting all the dirt out before taking a wrap and covering it up.
When I finally finished Scotts wing has flung around so much in pain that my whole coffee table was wrecked and Scott was fast asleep on my couch.
He wings at least nine feet long each were spread full out one over the couch and on the floor the other looked like it spilled on the floor.
I covered him up and went to go to bed until I heard Scott say something.
I turned and saw him awake.
"What was that?" I asked.
"C-can I sleep with you..?" He blushed a little and moves his wings.
I smiled and looked down.
"Just as long as you don't trash my room with those wings of yours."
He nodded and pulled them behind his back. He stood up grabbing the blanket and walked over.
He walked like a small kid and came to my side.
"Cmon you big baby boy." He smiled and grabbed my hand as he walked behind me.
I walked into my room and sat him down.
"C-can I spread my wings o-out some?"
"Of course baby, just be careful with them okay?"
"I will"
He spread them out then draping over the bed and onto the floor.
I smiles and pulled some sleep pants on and laid down next to him.
He smiles and cuddled up next to me like a small child. He rested his head on my chest and fell asleep easily.
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The next morning I woke up to an empty bed. I sat up confused and saw feathers littering the floor.
I got up and walked out to the living room. I heard a crunching noise from the kitchen and I remembered Scott.
I walked out and saw his nine foot wings on the floor and Scott sitting on the counter eating cereal and playing with my cat Wyatt.
He looked up and smiled cheekily.
"Your car Wyatt is really cute!" Wyatt accidentally clawed Scotts wing making Scott jump up and fall. He whimpered in pain when he hit the floor with a thud.
I ran over to his side helping him sit up. I laid him on my chest and let him react to what happened.
He quickly calmed down but still held on to me.
"Hey how does your wing feel baby boy?"
"B-better."
"Let me look at it."
He nodded and leaned forward on me. I took the wrap off to see the gash had healed significantly.
There was still a cut there but a lot better looking.
He flapped his wings when I pushed on the spot and knocked over some metal spoon scaring him more making him flap his wings and try and scramble away.
"Hey hey shhh"
I rubs his wings keeping them down. He curled up on my lap and whimpered.
"Your okay baby boy, I told you, you need to be careful with these wings."
He nodded and I stood him back up. I patted his chest and he smiled widely.
His wings fluttered in response and he giggled happily.
I smiled up at him and saw his wings draping across the floor.
"We need to figure something out about these wings of yours."
He looked back and bit his lip.
"C-can you take m-me somewhere I c-can fly around?"
"F-fly?" He nodded and blushed.
"I actually know somewhere, cmon let me get you a shirt and I'll take you."
He smiled and held my hands walking behind me.
AN
PART TWO???
Sorry for me being gone! School sucks 🖕🏻 but I love you all!
