#wingfic au

[soulsoffairlight]

LIPS. how did you even GET UP THERE. get DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS IN- oh he has wings for some reason. Understandable lips have a great day

[daylightisviolent]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hatchetfield Universe - Team StarKid Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Richie Lipschitz & Paul Matthews, Paul Matthews/Emma Perkins (Mentioned), Ruth Fleming & Richie Lipschitz & Peter Spankoffski | Hot Chocolate Boy Characters: Richie Lipschitz, Paul Matthews, Emma Perkins (Mentioned), Daniel | Stopwatch (Mentioned), Ruth Fleming (mentioned), Peter Spankoffski | Hot Chocolate Boy (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Wings, Wingfic, HELLO I AM BACK WITH MORE WING RELATED SHENANIGANS, Paul Matthews is Richie and Daniel's uncle, Richie Lipschitz and Daniel | Stopwatch are brothers, Paul Matthews and Emma Perkins are dating, Paul as Richie and Daniel's legal guardian, Everyone in the Matthews-Lipschitz family has wings, Richie befriends Pete and Ruth and tells them about his wings after 2 hours of knowing em, Serious conversations follow, Autistic Richie Lipschitz, Richie is 10 years old and Daniel is 8 years old, Written from Richie's perspective Series: Part 2 of Wings AU Summary:

Richie is ten years old when his uncle sits him down for an important talk.

Sooooo that second part to the wingfic au I was talking about? Here it is. Enjoy <3

[tennessoui]

It's been a while since I saw you mention it, but I remember you working on a wingfic? Just wondering if that's still a possibility, no pressure. You're so prolific, I'm always in awe of the wonderful work you put out!!

yes!!! this is going to sound incredibly fake because you prompted it out of me, but i actually re-opened the wingfic document literally a week ago because i'm working on it again.

its so funny cause the document is titled 13-15k but i know its gonna be like. 30k at least. it's 7k already and anakin is just a kid. like they JUST met

i love this au

[llumimoon]

WIP WEDNESDAYYY !!!!! uhmmmm take some wingfic angst JWBECWHAHAA sorry Norm <33

[augment-techs]

...sure. But since there is no...singular PR Wing AU that comes to mind, I'm just going through my biases and hoping they look nice in context.

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For the sake of context, I am going to riff off a list of wings I THINK would suit the above babies:

Jason Scott: I am very torn on whether it is better to give him goose or swan wings, but the goose wings won out because there is some marginal dignity in geese when it comes to large groups and caretaking.

Trini: Vulture wings, because she is fucking tiny and I thought it was funny.

Zack Taylor: Sand Piper, because they are more leggy than wing oriented, which fits with his being able to dance, dance, dance all night long.

Matt Cook: The Common Swift, which might look to anyone else as drab and unappreciable, but to me are actually perfectly suited to him.

Kimberly Hart: Pixie, pixie, pixie wings. Like Tinkerbell, like sprites, like those fast fuckers 8% of the world says they've seen out of the corner of their eyes. SWISH.

Tommy Oliver: Tiny fluffy bat~ Tiny fluffy white bat~ Tiny fluffy white POLLINATOR bat~ Just imagine him covered in clouds of white and orange debris because he couldn't help himself.

Bulk: ~Honeybee, honeybee, won't you love a Bumblebee~ They shouldn't be able to fly, and yet they do. And if that isn't a perfect metaphor...

Billy Cranston: A Pied Crow, because they are loud and protective and they wear little white vests everywhere and look CUTE while they steal things.

Skull: Butterfly dragon wings. Which is like...a microdragon with leaf camouflage? I just keep thinking of that Strange Magic movie and how pretty the Bog King would look with a little color.

[queenoffishingandcookies]

Wingfic/Soulmate AU’s but it’s about butterflies.

Unlike wings with feathers (example being bird wings), Butterflies can’t heal from torn or damaged wings. It’s not because of lack of blood flow, because butterflies do have veins in their wings (although, unlike humans, their blood doesn’t primarily carry oxygen, so maybe that’s it?).

Whereas birds can fly with broken wings, will regrow clipped feathers, can heal correctly when treated with a splint or surgery, Butterflies don’t have that option. They can’t shed their wings like a bird would shed or pluck damaged feathers so new ones grow in, either.

Once their wing is damaged, it stays like that. I read somewhere that butterflies can fly with up to 70% of their wings missing, but I don’t know how accurate that is.

A butterfly’s wings are made of chitin, several thin membranous layers of it. It’s the same thing that makes up their exoskeleton - consider Chitin for them, what Keratin is to humans (fingernails, hair). The veins that run through them are there for structural support.

Their wings are covered in tiny hairs, which we call scales - if you’ve ever touch a butterfly’s wings, and you shouldn’t, that powdery glitter that comes off on your hands are their scales.

Similarly to the wing itself, these scales don’t grow back. Which is very bad.

Scales on a butterflies wings are what give them their special patterns - sensitive to light, they help the butterfly absorb heat and insulate their bodies (heat is a factor in when a butterfly can fly, they need to have a body temperature of at least 55 degrees Fahrenheit). If a butterfly is caught in a spider web, they can rub off some scales to escape.

Now put this into a wing/soulmate au.

In a normal wing au, wing types (bird or insect, etc) is probably passed down through family lines - but in a soulmate au, maybe only characteristics - certain colors, or patterns - are shared? And it becomes a gradient, or slowly changes (new patterns/feathers) once you meet your soulmate or kiss them or press your wings together?

Example - A comes from a family who primarily has wings which are avian-based. B has butterfly wings (maybe is the older one?). A is born with butterfly wings, but it has a feather-patterns like a bird’s wings, befitting the family line.

Line of thought is a work-in-progress.

I’m not sure if humans with butterfly wings could actually fly with them, I don’t have a good grasp on human or bird anatomy enough to even hazard a guess, but - considering the size of a normal butterfly’s wings to their body, they’d be huge.

As in, about the size of their own body, huge. Maybe a little taller than their head, while the hindwings end at their calves? At least for adults.

Butterfly and others with insect wings are probably very cautious - and probably prized? Maybe they’re rare, compared to bird-style wings. Protected because, unlike others, their wings won’t heal? Or, if they can heal - at least a little, because they aren’t actually butterflies - after an injury the wing is especially fragile and more difficult to fly with. Ragged splotches that lack any scales or patterns. And the worse or more often you injure it afterwards, the less it manages to recover from each injury.

(Imagine if the color fades once a soulmate dies - not completely blank, but definitely washed out. Aged, in a way?).

The scales would probably be a bit more durable, not as easy to wipe off (imagine trying to sleep!).

It might be difficult for them to fly in the rain. Though butterfly wings are pretty hydrophobic, the rain can weigh them down - and again, they rely on body heat to fly. If they get too cold, they can’t - obviously, for humans with butterfly wings, it’d work a little differently, but the concern is still there.

It would probably still make it difficult to fly, if impossible to do at all, but what if their wings were durable and flexible enough to wrap around their bodies in the rain - like raincoats?

Butterfly wing fics.

[blackcat2907]

Day nineteen of whumptober is up! Once again, I used one of the alternate prompts. I switched out floral bouquet for body modification.

[help-me-im-in-the-fandom]

Dc x Dp

Soulmate and Wing Au Prompt

Everyone has a Soulmate Mark, when you are born it is in a bright color outline, just the simple shape.

Then, when you meet your Soulmate it becomes colored in, becoming a beautiful picture of something that shows you and your soulmates love for each other.

Jason Todd is born with folded wings across his back in acidic green, and when he becomes Robin he knows the wings symbolize that part of him, showing that he had always been meant to fly.

Then when Jason is fifteen, his back goes ice cold in the middle of the day, like someone dumped a bucket of water across him. His outline is no longer vibrant green of life and energy, but the soulless black of a dead soulmate.

It doesn’t take to long for him to go off the deep end and start taking risks as Robin, and even as Bruce yells at him for hurting someone to much and one guy getting in accident, Well when Jason learns about his mother, his true mother.

Well Jason Todd welcomes that blinking countdown inside the warehouse Joker has left him in.

Then he wakes up and all he can see and feel is green rage and pain.

It takes him a long time to notice the changes to his soulmate mark, but when he does it makes his pain all the more real.

Where had once been an outline when he died, was now dull color across his skin, not quite black and white, but washed out color.

Black wings, with red-orange shoulders, the wings of Red shouldered Blackbird.

Jason tries to ignore it, but the knowledge that he had met his Soulmate in Heaven or Hell, despite not being able to remember it, soothes his broken heart just a little bit.

Meanwhile, Danny Phantom searches desperately for his missing Soulmate, across his back large white and green wings beating desperately.

This started because I wanted to Draw Dead On Main with wings, and then, it kind of drew me in to creating a tiny story for it, so here you go, anyone want to write a fic for me??

[daylightisviolent]

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OH MY GOD THIS IS THE MOST PERFECR FANART I CPULD HAVE EVER ASKED FOR OHBMY GOD ARW YOU SEEING THIS????? ARE YOU??? SEEING THIS???????

Holy fucking shit thank you so much??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 This is AMAZING???? I love this SO SO much???? Holy fucking shit I'm so honoured that you took the time to draw something SO perfect and SO perfectly on par with what I had in mind while writing it! Wow! Ahhh!!!! Thank you <3333333333333333 i owe you my life from now on please know that please keep doing whay you're doing i LOVE your work and as a fandom we're SO lucky to have you!!!! <33333

My brain has been absolutely consumed by paulkins and I stumbled upon this fanfic by @daylightisviolent that was a WINGFIC and oh god I LOVE WINGFICS anyways here’s a lil drawing

Let’s pretend I know how to draw children. And furniture. And wings.

A lil bonus below the cut!

Paul wears glasses when tired because I said so.

[bohacowa]

Wing!AU where Sakura dyes his feathers

[cryptid-crw]

It's been a long day...

... and sometimes, wings get banged up in the process.

Funny, how intimacy can come so soon after such hardship, no?

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decided to clean up and line the sketch from yesterday for @allmightyscroll-swag and I's alesium au (aka delysium with wings)

check under the cut for the lines, which I lowkey like more than the colours

also i love how differently the first time I drew harry to the second (this one) is ... like... who the fuck is this man /silly

[daylightisviolent]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hatchetfield Universe - Team StarKid Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Paul Matthews/Emma Perkins Characters: Paul Matthews, Emma Perkins, Richie Lipschitz, Daniel | Stopwatch (Hatchetfield) Additional Tags: Wingfic, I was shocked to find out that this fandom doesn't have any (as long as my sources are correct), SO, Wingfic!!!, god i love wingfics, Emma and Paul are dating, Paul Matthew is Richie and Daniel's uncle, Richie and Daniel are siblings, Paul as Richie and Daniel's legal guardian, SO MUCH FLUFF, Everyone in the Matthews-Lipschitz family has wings, In which chaos reigns at the Matthews-Lipschitz household but Emma is there to save the day, Cuddling, Fluff, Autistic Richie Lipschitz, Richie is 8 years old and Daniel is 6 years old Summary:

It was safe to say that Paul Matthews was the oddest guy Emma Perkins had ever dated.

 Or, the wingfic that I didn't know I needed until yesterday.

Wanted to post this one to Tumblr even though I hadn’t initially because it has become the recipient of some AMAZING (like holy fucking shit, truly phenomenal) fanart by @holly-makes-arts! Seriously, check this art out of you hadn’t yet, it left me in shambles this morning ahhhh <3 Thank you SO much for the love that I’ve seen for it already as well! Your comments and tags mean the world to me! It really keeps a gal going, I love this fandom for all its attentiveness and enthusiasm!

That being said, I recently got some new inspiration for a second part of this AU and I hope to get started on it today! I’ll keep y’all posted!

[thegoldenavenger]

A little tianliu sketch hehe

[manynarrators]

Hey, hey wait! That’s a gutting final line, ow.

But also a child Arun who uses them as a makeshift blanket on the boat and in the brothel.

Especially in an AU where everyone doesn’t have them, they become this striking figure that’s both one of the reasons he’s so desirable, and also just furthers peoples comparisons of him being an Angel, of being something inhuman.

We already have Renaissance painting Amadeo, can I go one step further and say angel statue Amadeo? (Not just immortalized in religious art but straight up made the icon of it, especially as they often are placed in churches. (In a book verse, what a thing for someone who once created the icons, for a show, what a thing for someone who probably never followed that faith).

They are further damaged by Santino who sees them as this affront to what they stand for. They are damned creatures who serve Satan, and here is Armand with a very obvious ‘gift from God’.

Armand letting them get as grimy as the rest of him during his centuries with the Children of Darkness, until he’s unable to fly. Lestat being the person to painstakingly smooth back out the bent feathers, to clean the dirt; a muddy brown returned to its bronze shine. It’s there that the careful preening begins.

Armand with both the cloud gift and wings is basically the universe telling him to fly and be free, and simultaneously the things people love about him and want to keep hold of in order to possess. Because of others and his self-imposed isolation, he keeps locking himself back up in cages. The wings atrophy, and it’s not that he can’t build it back up but he doesn’t really know where to start after so long.

wingfic armand. send post

[threecrowsinacoat]

In an addition to my winged hiccup drawing, I just finished a Fishlegs one!! He’s a sparrow!!!

[eirianerisdar]

For the director's commentary thing: I would love a director's commentary for Icarus on what went on in Red Bull HQ after Daniel came back, specifically when he went on the sim for the first time and it all went so horribly wrong- what happened that we didn't see in the story afterwards, how did Simon and the rest of the team cope? And how did Max react when he came back, did Daniel or Christian tell him what had happened?

Hahaha this is asking more for a Director's outtake rather than commentary, but I don't mind.

For the unaware, Icarus is a platonic maxiel wingfic where Daniel is pressured into trimming his wings for speed in McLaren, and has a long, slow fall before anyone notices. Much Maxiel angst and hurt/comfort and fluff.

Have an outtake from Max's POV that would have slotted directly after chapter 28 of Icarus:

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It's late when Max reaches Christian's country estate at last. He guns his engine and takes the imposing driveway up to the mansion at twice the proper speed limit, manicured trees blurring past on either side.

He's probably ruining the cobblestones. He doesn't give a fuck.

He should've insisted they delay Daniel's sim session until his flight landed. He should've-

Max steps back from the door, his hand smarting. He hadn't planned on banging at the door like that. He'd planned on ringing the doorbell. But every fibre of him is screaming for his flock; his wings feel like they are on fire.

One of the house staff opens the door. "Mr Verstappen-"

Max shoulders his way past. He's probably being rude but he doesn't care.

A moment, where he stands in the cavernous, marbled entryway, with sweep of the grand staircase up to the second floor and heavy oak doors leading in every direction.

Daniel. Where's-

"Max," a voice calls softly. "You're here."

Geri. Max snaps towards her. "Where's-"

"They're in the garden," Geri says, tilting her head towards the back of the house. "I think Daniel's alseep." She doesn't seem to mind the dirt Max is tracking into her house. But maybe she has people for that.

Max moves through the house like a dream. Entryway, living area, kitchen; through a set of french glass doors and into the back garden. The garden itself is dim, but there is a bonfire in the fire pit casting the grass in ruddy reds and yellows. Silhouetted in the flickering light are two winged figures - one with golden eagle wings crouching to tend to the fire, the other bundled in a blanket on a lawn chair, bandaged macaw wings painted sanguine by the light of the fire.

Daniel.

Christian stands as Max rapidly approaches. "Shh," he says quietly, holding a finger to his lips. "He's sleeping."

Max's ignores him. He drops to his knees next to Daniel's lawn chair, reaches out with a shaking hand to brush Daniel's curls out of his face.

Daniel looks paler than when Max saw him last a week ago. The firelight makes the shadows under Daniel's eyes look bruised.

Daniel shifts in his sleep, leans into Max's touch. Even in sleep there is pain on his face.

Max twists to look over his shoulder at Christian.

"Explain," he says accusingly. He needs to understand.

Christian had promised he wouldn't force Daniel's healing wings into the sim before they were ready. Christian had promised that the team would treat Daniel with the care and respect he deserved after what that other team had done to him. After he'd almost lost his wings.

"He reopened his wounds in a couple of places," Christian says. His eyes are fixed on Daniel's bandaged wings. "But the hospital said he'd be okay. They've stitched him up."

"What the fuck does that mean," Max hisses. "How did it even happen?"

Christian puts up his hands. "Simon tells me he pushed himself," he says. "Went through the break without stopping, and he wanted to get back in the sim so we could perfect the setup for Brazil-"

"Fuck off," Max hisses. "Don't - don't fucking tell me he was bleeding into the sim and nobody noticed."

Christian looks at him. There is grief and guilt in Christian's eyes, but over it all, bitter, seething fury.

"Max," he says. "None of us noticed for a whole fucking year."

All the air is punched out of Max's chest.

It's true. Max hadn't noticed his own flock slowly fading to nothing as Daniel hid his trimmed wings from the world. Max hadn't noticed Daniel entering a wing crisis that fateful week before Monza, either.

Daniel shivers under Max's palm. His breath comes short against Max's knuckles.

Max takes a slow, shuddering breath, takes up Daniel's hands in his own to warm them. They feel like ice in the cold night air, so Max sets a hip on edge of the lawn chair and pulls Daniel into his arms. He wraps his trimmed wing as far as he can around Daniel's shoulders and drops his chin into Daniel's hair.

Daniel relaxes. His breath evens out.

Max inhales, breathes in the warm woodsmoke of Daniel's hair. "I'm taking him home."

Christian frowns. "Don't be ridiculous," he says, and he is Max's boss again, sharp-tongued, effortlessly efficient. "It's late. Geri and I'll put you up."

Max gathers Daniel closer. "I'm taking him home," he says. "Back to my apartment in Milton Keynes. We'll fly back to Monaco in the morning."

Max's apartment in Milton Keynes; the spare room that has slowly morphed into Daniel's, with Enchante merch in the closets and preening brushes in the living room, a place that smells of flock.

Christian rolls his eyes. "Max, don't be-"

"Daniel," Max whispers, pressing his forehead to Daniel's temple. "Daniel, it's time to wake up."

Daniel stirs. He blinks up at Max, brown eyes turned muddy with painkillers.

"Oh," Daniel slurs. He scrabbles at the sleeve of Max's jacket. "Maxy."

"Yeah," Max says. His heart is expanding and shattering at the same time. "It's me. I'm taking you back to my place."

Daniel blinks rapidly as his bandaged wings shift behind him. His face blanches with memory and shame. "I'm sor-"

"No," Max says. "You can apologise later. Let's get out of here."

Christian stares between them. "You're fucking serious," he says disbelievingly. "Both of you."

Max doesn't bother looking at Christian. He pulls Daniel's arm over his shoulders and gets to his feet, dragging Daniel up with him. They make their slow, swaying way back through the house, Daniel's head lolling on Max's shoulder and his breath gusting over Max's chin.

Christian is talking rapidly with Geri now, but Max doesn't care. He brushes aside Geri's well-meaning hands and hoists Daniel down the front steps and into the passenger seat of his car.

"You know what? Fine," Christian is saying from the front door. "I can't stop you two being idiots. Fucking goodnight, then."

"Christian!" Geri admonishes. "Goodnight, Daniel, Max."

Daniel acquiesces for Geri to pat his cheek, and Max shuts the door as soon as Geri steps back. He moves past Christian as he circles the car to get to the driver's seat. Christian doesn't say anything, which is good. Max doesn't want to talk to him.

They pass the stupid marble fountain and pull out of the driveway proper, on past the artificially manicured trees and into the Oxfordshire night.

The motorway is nearly empty this time of night. Max takes up a steady pace towards Milton Keynes.

Daniel wraps his blanket more tightly around himself. Max reaches over wordlessly, threads his fingers through Daniel's.

Daniel sighs as Max's thumb moves over his. His breath evens out slowly, slows into sleep.

Max doesn't let go of Daniel's hand the entire way back.

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For the uninitiated, you can read more of Icarus here!

Send me an ask with a scene or set of lines from any of my fics and I'll give you a director's commentary! Or, send in a ⭐star⭐ to have me select a section I've been dying to talk about!

(This particular ask ended up being an outtake, but director's commentary is more in the vein of explaining choices in wording or scenes, or explaining narrative choices)