#ngl writing the prologue was chilling but I tried to make the Count... human

[il-piccolo-paggio]

Eighteen years ago, a boy was born with wings in Seville. The Count took action, had him taken to his godmother in the hopes of never seeing him again. Eighteen years later, Cherubino lives in the palace of Aguas Frescas with no knowledge of his origins, nor the scars on his back. He loves a girl his own age, but though his love comes so easy in songs and poetry, telling her is impossible.

Frustrated by everyone's ability to love and wed, surrounded by men but not knowing how to be a man, the boy has no idea what to do with his feelings. Until one day, a short while after that crazy day of marriages, they burst through his back in the form of wings.

A story where Cherubino is a literal angel, just as much of a fool, and Barbarina is the only one with a braincell in that entire palace.

Behold, my absurdly self-indulgent fic that I wrote based on a list of angeltober prompts and @searchingforlostthings' enablerism!

In the prologue, you will read Count Almaviva's confession of the horrible deed he commmited eighteen years before our familiar day of marriages.