One shots

ao3: Wings

It was sudden

Alastair hit the ground sobbing, he gulped down breaths crying from the pain. He watched as his blood stained the white floors of the throne room. He rested his head against the floor gasping as he felt dizzy. " S-sSOMoNE, help!" Blood soaked the marble floor and he coughed up more not moving. He heard a scream and whimpered, he felt content as he lie on the cold floor. He wheezed as he was picked up and rushed away from his puddle.

His wings
His gorgeous beautiful wings
Were destroyed
He kept them wrapped while they healed
While he went to physical therapy
Normal therapy
When they were supposedly healed he hid them with magic or with a harness.
One thing even he didn't do was, touch them
Never ever did he touch them, if he could he'd burn them
He didn't notice they were weak,
Didn't notice instead of powerful then looked
Disgusting,disappointing

His brothers noticed it all, and one day it was enough.
His father, their father
Agreed. Lucifer never agreed on anything with his sons.

He was told to meet in the training room and was uncomfortable when he was locked in with his family. His normal harness and dress shirt with matching slacks. " You leave when that harness comes off" " Excuse me?" He asked ready to leave already " It's been a half century Alastair, it's time" His father said making him scowl " for what? I don't need it to work" his father looked sorry at him. " It's unhealthy, Its dangerous and you don't even know how they look do you?" His jaw flexed and he turned to leave " You leave... you leave and you give up your position until your better " His father threatened " Better fill that spot then" he left leaving his family in shock. He collected his clothes and withdrew his money leaving the palace in 30 minutes tops, he didn't hesitate as he left the gates appearing in the human realm.
Being a prince of hell he owned property and stocks in the realm so all he had to do was transfer to working physically instead of having his secretary work for him.

He left without a trace, he did enjoy working for once in years. Loved the busy work of the day to day and trusting his schedule, got to know so many people. Clients and partners alike, found his best friend who was a fae. He helped his little business grow steadily over the years he worked, being the owner, the son of the owner, grandson of the owner, great grandson. Wishing he could pass it on actually but having no one, after the first hundred and fifty years he passed it on to his best friends daughter, Sarine. Shade said she'd loved the company and would be happy to co-own so he signed half to her knowing in another eighty years it come back to him or go to her children. After he transferred it to her him and Shade were going back to hell, to visit and sight see. He'd been so home sick it physically hurt, the ache never got better. There was border control when they got there, a line too but that did nothing in terms of making them get to the front too quickly. "Wings?" He looked at a the guard quizzically " Wings." Not trying to get caught he swallowed the vomit and just did it saying " I don't think whatever you need will be there" let shade hold his left one for checking and his right laid limp at his sides. They were cleared quickly by a pale guard and walked fast enough that they were out of sight before he could even tuck them away.

Shade found an empty alleyway and they stopped so he could try to breathe, his chest was on first and where they connected felt like they'd rip a hole in his back. He was shaking so hard, his head dizzy and back arching as if he could get them off. Shade, being an Angel, tucked them away and bound them with his magic, a warm red light. He slumped over in relief, then exhaustion, shade helped him stand and when he could hardly do that alone he picked his body up and covered him with his magic.

They were here to sight see and visit... and talk to a surgeon about getting them removed -

But shade wouldn't have come if he knew but he couldn't do it alone. He wouldn't leave if he knew Alistair would do it alone, and he would.