#when an angel falls...

[bilightningwhumper]

@angstober 2024- Day 8; Growing Pains

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When an Angel Falls... (Becca's story) Masterlist --- SoaS Series Masterlist

Summary:

Excerpt for "When an Angel Falls..." (Becca's Story) Becca goes to one of her dads for help preening her wings

Notes:

Characters: Becca- Steve and Bucky's daughter Steve Rogers Mare- Bucky and Nat's daughter, Will's twin Bucky Barnes Theo (mentioned)- Becca's mate Warnings: emeto/throwing up; pstd response

Ao3 link

Word count: 1,121

Becca PoV

Her wings itched. Ruffling her feathers and stretching them out, she couldn’t quite reach the middle of her back, no matter how had she tried. She gave up, flopping on her bed. There was no way she could finish her preening without help.

Theo was at work and would probably get called for overtime again. And her siblings were at school. Except Mare, but she was still getting used to her new hands. She could try to ask one of her dads…

Sighing, she ran her fingers through her hair. She’d already put this off longer than she should have. And waiting any longer would be agonizing, with her nerves already on edge. Not to mention it’d be worse for her wings in the long run.

So she ventured into the living room to find Steve already there, reading on the couch. He looked up as soon as she came in, concern all over her face. Her scent probably reeked of distress, she realized and hunched in on herself as if that would help.

“Hey, are you alright?” he asked, putting his book down.

Becca grimaced, trying to figure out how to ask without being awkward. “I’m fine, it’s just… trying to take care of my wings on my own is almost impossible. And now…” God, what was she doing? “But it can wait until one of the others gets home. I don’t want to bother you.” she rushed out, going to turn around.

“Becca, wait.”

She did, stopping, but not turning around again, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor. This was so stupid. It’d been years since… Since then. Since her wings had first grown in. Any fears or worries should be gone. But she still trembled, wings quivering as Steve came close.

One of his hands rested on her shoulder. “Did you want me to help? Or should I get Bucky?”

Shifting from one foot to the other, she half shrugged. “You can help, if you want,” she answered quietly. “It’s just… They’re really sensitive and preening can feel really intimate to me, so anyone helping has to be really careful and I just didn’t want to be a bother.”

He pulled her into a hug, his scent enveloping her as she buried her nose in his shirt. They were close in height, which she knew but realized more now they were close. Part of her wished she’d grown up with him, back when his arms could swallow her. When she was only a child, she could have hidden from the world, safe in his arms.

Then it was over, even though he kept her close. “I’m your dad, Becca. Being here to help is in the job description.” he said with a warm smile. “We can stay out here, if you’d like. Or we can go back to your room. Your choice, kiddo.”

A smile tugged at her own lips, in spite of her still frayed nerves. “Out here works. There’s more room anyway. I’ll be right back.” She went and got her stuff from her room, coming back to see Mare had joined them.

Once her sister caught sight of the oil bottle and bin in Becca’s hands, Mare glanced from her to Steve and back, tilting her head. “Do you want me to stay?” she asked quietly, exchanging a look with Becca only they really understood.

“Please.” she answered just as quietly, shoulders relaxing.

Steve seemed confused but grateful as Mare set herself on the couch next to him while Becca sat herself on a footstool between his legs. After all, it would have been hard for Becca to explain how to help when he was where she couldn’t see.

It took a minute for her to relax enough for her wings to stop flinching away from his hands even brushing against the feathers. But she did eventually calm down and the discomfort eased as Mare’s level voice filled the silence, Steve’s steady hands following her instructions to remove the bent and damaged feathers. Even when Bucky joined them, she was still comfortable and composed.

It was when Steve started rubbing her homemade oils into her wings that her intrusive thoughts started edging into her mind. They were still enough to ignore, though, nothing that she couldn’t breathe through and center herself. The itchy feeling from the pulled feathers soothed as the oils were spread in, allowing her wings to start going limp.

Until he got too close to the middle of her back, knuckles accidentally hitting her spine where it sat between her wing joints. It wasn’t even that hard. Just a tap really. But she reacted anyway, back going ramrod straight, wings snapping shut against her back, ears ringing loudly and blocking out any sound.

Faintly, she sensed Steve lean back, concern and worry from him pinging in her radar. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t assure him she was okay. But she wasn’t okay. She couldn’t even make a sound.

Cold metal hands guided her into partially bending over, the bin with her pulled feathers put in her lap under her head.

Her stomach reacted first, expelling everything she’d managed to eat that day. Eventually the ringing noise faded next as she heaved, bile taking over. Now she could hear Mare next to her, explaining what she still couldn’t say herself. Explaining how Mariya had been the only one to preen Becca when they were raised by her. How she only did it during training or as a reward for having sex. How certain things happening during preening would bring all that back. Not in memories, but in how her body would respond. How the mind had forgotten, but the body never could. She was grateful, taking her sister’s hand gently, eyes closed as she stayed hunched over the bin.

Eventually she stopped heaving as much, so the bin was moved away. One of them coaxed her into drinking some water, though first she rinsed her mouth with it and spit it into the bin to get rid of the bad taste. Somehow she ended up curled onto the couch, Mare snuggling into her arms. One of their dads sat at her head, his lap acting as a pillow. Bucky, she thought, though her nose wasn’t working as well from being stuffed as tears leaked from her eyes. The other sat as the other end after putting a blanket over her and her sister, resting his hand on her ankle over the blanket.

Nodding off, she let out a shaky sigh, pulling Mare closer to her.

One day, she’d be okay. She hoped so, anyway. And her family would be too. They weren’t right now. But someday. Someday everything would be okay.

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[stump-not-found]

i don't think the theraprism is a good thing, guys

[biscuit-and-jam]

actually i'm not done gushing about the animation in this scene, LOOK HOW SMOOTH, HOW GOOD THE CHOREO IS!!! LIKE VISUAL BUTTER

[beastlyidiocy]

my sweet old man who is genuinely too kind for the world he lives in :(

[the-artist-grimm]

COTLTOBER DAY 21- "Lanolin"

During that first Winter's Solstice within the cult Anthea learned that Narinder had long neglected the holiday, and with the twins' having been enchanted by stories of a longer night where gifts were exchanged and bonfires were held, hastily made a few gifts last minute.

For the boys their first proper toys-soft, stuffed kitten plushies filled with wool and weighted with dried beans to make them comfort items.

(Narinder of course got something too, while the lamb would've preferred making him warm, clean robes, the amount of wool needed would've been too much. So he got some homemade pomegranate cookies instead after the lamb read that the fruit used to be a common offering left for him)

Prompt List!

[p4nishers]

crowley, drunk off his ass: and i was yk just some fucked up soul born in cold and rain but he was my fucking sunlight or whatever

hozier, frantically writing on a napkin: HHHMMMM TELL ME MORE

[ningadudexx]

he has something wrong with him i love him a lot

[autizmotbh]

skinny guys are outdated

get yourself a fat fuck

AND I STAND BY THAT

and angel dust and carmilla redesign because i can

[rebisrot]

I think so much about Ford's line "And isn't it suffocating?" when Dipper says he's never been away from Mabel. Side barring how insane it is to project onto a twelve yr old boy, I think it really shows how Ford's perception of his and Stan's relationship has perverted over the forty years they were apart. We know they were close at Mabel and Dipper's age. But Ford's convinced himself that it was always bad, that his brother always had poor intent for him, always held him back, because if that's wrong, if his brother really did make a mistake, then it means he doubted the brother that loved him and he loved in turn.

[puppyeared]

(guy who has never played cotl) haha au time

[biblically-accurate-dca]

day 4: angel & demon >:)

[bilightningwhumper]

@ailesswhumptober 2024- Day 4

Fright/Freaky Friday: Painful transformation, non-consensual body modifications, “You’re a monster.”

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When an Angel Falls... (Becca's story) Masterlist --- SoaS Series Masterlist

Summary:

Excerpt for "When an Angel Falls..." (Becca's story) Becca is changed... forever

Notes:

Characters: Becca- Steve and Bucky's daughter Mariya Ivanof- scientist of a splinter group from both HYDRA and the Red Room Mentions of Jamie, Will, and Mare, though not by name Warnings: intimate whumper, lady/female whump, noncon intimacy, manipulative whumper

Ao3 link

Word count: 429

Becca PoV

Her skin burned. It felt like someone was taking knives and carving out parts of her back. White spots danced in her eyes as she fought not to black out. She couldn’t even scream, just let out a high pitched whine.

A hand laid itself on her head. “Don’t worry, pet. When we’re finished, you’ll be beautiful.”

Becca passed out before she could hear anything else.

---

Everything ached when she woke up. Every muscle felt glued together. She couldn’t tell if she was in pain or if it was dulled by her subconscious.

Opening her eyes, she found herself in Mariya’s room, on her bed. The woman herself was next to it, watching her.

“Well, well. You woke up sooner than anticipated. That’s good.”

Becca couldn’t help it. Her filters were gone. She hadn’t asked for this, hadn’t agreed to this. “You’re a monster.” she growled. She hoped her eyes convey the deep hatred she felt right now.

Mariya’s eyes flushed, but she just smiled. “Am I now? Or are you? It sounds like you want to break our deal. I’m sure I could do just fine with the other three.” She sighed. A pity, after all the work we put in to fix you. And how hard you’ve worked to keep us from having to create the full set of super-soldier children. But, I guess-”

“No,” Becca interrupted weakly. “I can keep going. I’m sorry. Please, just don’t hurt them.”

The alpha leaned forward, pulling Becca into a kiss. “That’s my good girl.” she crooned, caressing her face. “Or should I say, my angel? No, you have too much blood on your hands for that.”

Confused, Becca found energy to shift. And that’s when she registered it. New feelings. New nerves. All centering around something on her back. Craning her head, she looked over her shoulder.

Wings. Huge, white wings. On her back. That twitched and moved weakly when she directed her thoughts to them. Like new limbs.

“We sped up the mutant genes we gave you to get past those baby feathers and growing phases. But I think they look just perfect, don’t you?”

She couldn’t answer. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

She was the monster. And if she wasn’t careful, if she didn’t do as she was told, this would happen to her siblings. Or worse.

“I- I love them.” she croaked out, giving Mariya a smile.

It seemed to please the woman, as it earned her another kiss. And more.

Becca retreated back into her safe space, giving away her control. At least, for now.

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[p4per-cr4ne]

finished all of Aph’s main outfits!! minus FCU bc I have no idea how to redesign that one 💀

[athetos]

We’re all in agreement that the message that Aim is carrying is DNA sequences of animals and plants from earth, right? That’s why it’s too simple for humans to understand - DNA is the basic building block of life, only 4 nucleotides in various arrangements, but impossible for us to decipher without technology. She probably knows about elephants because they were one of the animals whose DNA is in her implant, and hence why she was shown a photo (or drawing) of it before the events of NTN, and later able to recognize it when Nona doodled it. I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if the trillionaires fled with DNA on their ship to recreate, Jurassic Park-style, the animals and plants from earth. It also makes the scene where she tells Nona that she hopes she can see the message one day even more bittersweet - Nona is literally planet earth.

[vypridae]

ok so alastor when he first fell and also what if al met angel when ANGEL first fell

[cthulhum]

and dean winchester thought he was unlovable and didnt deserve happiness he hated himself and thought eveyone would eventually leave him and then a literal fucking angel fell in love with him. like loved him more than anything else in the world.