IAU prompt- Sky and Aryll (and Sun, if you like) need some fluff I think 🥺
They do indeed, I agree. I’ll admit it actually took me a bit to think of some fluff for them— I’m too used to angst for Sky lol. But I think I managed some fluff, I hope you enjoy!
Requests are closed right now, I’m just finishing up old ones!
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Sky adjusted his daughter on his lap, her hands grabbing excitedly at the pages of the book he was trying to read to her. Aryll wasn’t sitting still long enough for him to get any of the story out though, so he was just looking at the pictures with her in their backyard, enjoying the warm afternoon.
“Okay, and what’s this one, Aryll?” Sky asked, and Aryll pointed excitedly at the page of the book.
“Bir! Bir!”
“That’s right, it’s a bird! This one is a chickadee,” Sky said, pointing at the picture. “They make sounds kind of like their name. Chick a dee dee dee.”
“Dee!”
“Exactly,” Sky chuckled, and Aryll tugged at the page, wanting to go on to the next one. Sky flipped it for her, and Aryll pointed at the next bird.
“E-ull!”
“Yep, that’s a seagull,” Sky said, and Aryll placed her hand on the picture of the bird’s outstretched wing.
She admired it for a minute, then tugged on the page, wanting her father to turn it. He did, and Aryll squealed at the sight of the red bird on the page.
“Papa!”
Sky laughed and shook his head, kissing Aryll’s head. “No pumpkin, that’s a cardinal. Our feathers are mostly the same color, but they don’t have any white or other colors on their wings, see? Just red.”
Aryll giggled, not really understanding the explanation, but that was okay. She looked at the picture for a minute, then up at Sky, a hopeful look on her face.
“Wi?”
“You want to see my wings?” Sky asked.
Aryll bounced in his lap. “Wi! Wi wi wi wi!”
Sky laughed. “Okay, okay! Here—”
Sky gave a cautious glance around the yard— the area was blocked fairly well with trees and bushes, but he still wasn’t going to just pop his wings out without making sure no one was around first. Nobody seemed to be out though, and satisfied they were alone, Sky pulled the back of his shirt up, since it wasn’t one of the ones he owned that had slits cut in the back.
He extended his wings out for Aryll, and she squealed, standing up on his lap and looking over his shoulder at his feathers. Her fingers ran along the edges, ruffling a few feathers, but Sky would fix them later.
“Pre-ey wi,” Aryll said more softly, and Sky smiled at the compliment.
“I can make them look more pretty too, look;” he said, and stretched a wing up, angling it so the tips would catch the light. The white and yellow and purple shimmered as the sunlight landed on them, brightening the colors and warming Sky’s feathers.
Aryll about had stars in her eyes, and Sky flapped a small gust of air at her, making her giggle.
“Pre! Pre!”
“Yeah, they’re something, aren’t they?” Sky said with a smile. Aryll admired them for a minute longer, then twisted her head around to look at her own back, a frown on her face.
“No wi?”
“No pumpkin, I’m sorry, you don’t have wings,” Sky said gently, but before Aryll could get too upset, Sky booped her nose. “But you have something just as cool. You can talk to birds all you want, which is pretty amazing.”
Aryll cocked her head to the side, not quite understanding what he was saying, and Sky whistled a birdsong he knew she especially liked, though he was pretty sure he was doing it wrong. Aryll’s eyes widened, and then she laughed at him.
“Papa a bir!”
Sky laughed in return as Aryll giggled, and then she let out a chirping sound, a whistle mixed with a few cheeps.
Sky blinked at the clear sound, and suddenly there was a chickadee sitting on her knee, joined shortly by a sparrow. Aryll chirped again, and three more birds came and sat with her, a swallow, a junco, and a goldfinch, fluffing their feathers and looking quite happy to be there.
“Aryll, what are you—”
Aryll let out a loud hoot, and suddenly a huge owl swept in, landing beside her and tilting its head curiously. Sky watched it in surprise, and Aryll let out a series of caws, several crows landing along the fence.
She kept up the noises, varying chirps and caws, and in no time at all their backyard was bustling with every kind of feathered friend that there was in the area, common birds, rare birds, birds Sky didn’t even recognize. There were even some seagulls by Sky’s knee, watching Aryll in rapt attention.
She was babbling nonsense mixed with an occasional chirp and whistle, and all the birds were listening, looking fascinated by whatever it was they were hearing. They were completely captivated, and though Sky was slightly bewildered, he had to admit that it was an amazing sight.
Aryll’s powers sure were something else.
Aryll eventually finished her speech with a soft coo, and a large portion of the birds took off, some giving her approving chirps before departing, others nuzzling at her cheek as they left. Soon enough the only birds left were the chickadee she’d originally called, a bluejay, and one of the seagulls.
Aryll chirped at the three of them, and they responded enthusiastically, the chickadee hopping up to sit on her finger while the other two moved to her shoulders. She beamed, and looked over at Sky, a bright smile on her face.
“Birs!”
Sky laughed. “No kidding. What did I tell you? Your powers are amazing, Aryll.”
“Birs a wi,” she said decisively, and leaned back against Sky, snuggling up to his chest. “Wi an bir a dee.”
Sky smiled, only having the vaguest idea of what she was saying, and leaned forward and kissed her head. “Absolutely, sweetie.”
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“I wasn’t talking about my brother,” Regulus says. James looks at him, cocking his head. “Isn’t your girlfriend wondering where you are?”
James blinks a couple of times, just to let out a noncommittal hum right after.
If he’s being honest, Emma was the last thing on his mind when he left his friends to go search for Regulus. He didn’t even tell her why he was stepping out, because he knew she wouldn’t take it well, and he’s not in the mood to argue when his parents are around. Not to mention, he refuses to ruin his friends’ night, especially over something as stupid as Emma’s issues with Regulus.
“Maybe,” James concedes. “I’ve got a few texts. Some of them could be from her, I didn’t check.”
Regulus looks at him, eyebrow arched. “You don’t sound very worried.”
“I’m not.”
“I thought you’d like to be with her when the new year starts. I’ve heard it’s supposed to bring good luck.”
“Well, you thought wrong.”
“And she’s okay with this? She’s been all over you tonight. Didn’t even wanna leave your side to use the loo, which, personally, I think was a bit much, but—”
“Reg, I really couldn’t care less,” James admits, laughing a little. “Emma's a big girl, she’ll get over it. Besides, she’s here with friends too. She has them to keep her company.”
There’s a beat of silence. James glances downhill, watching Sirius pull Remus closer to where his parents are standing. He narrows his eyes, jumping from one person to another, until he locates Emma, chatting animatedly with Mary. She’s gesticulating a lot, so James guesses that the topic must be fun.
“Christ, you’re awful,” Regulus says. He sounds like he’s smiling. “How come she hasn’t dumped your arse yet?”
James smirks, leaning towards Regulus and lowering his head enough to whisper in his ear. “I fuck her too well.”
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