wing flex

“Cas! Cas! Don’t do this to me, Cas.”

Dean kneels in the dirt next to Cas’s inert body, the rough fabric of the trenchcoat gripped tightly in his fists. It’s been minutes–hours?–since they came through from the other universe, since Cas… Dean doesn’t know when he started crying, but his face is wet with tears and his throat is raw from sobbing and pleading with Cas.

“Open your eyes, Cas. You cannot leave me. Not again. Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Open your eyes…”

He is still whispering the words, his voice nearly gone, when Sam pulls him away.

***

“Cas.”

It’s been over a week since they burned Cas’s body. Dean’s mind won’t let him sleep; he still sees the flames every time he closes his eyes. He feels the heat licking at his skin, cracking his lips. Now he sits on the cement floor of the parking garage; it’s the coolest place he can find.

“Where are you, Cas? Can you hear me anymore? Is it hot where you are? Is it cold? Where do angels go when they…”

There are tears on his cheeks again.

The barest whisper: “I miss you, Cas.”

***

On a hunt, a werewolf pack closing in.

“Cas! We could use your help!”

Sam jerks in surprise, barely escapes a snapping jaw.

The fight is brutal. Dean has a gash on his arm, Sam a badly bruised rib, but all the werewolves are dead. They make their way back to the Impala, Dean muttering, “Where are you, Cas?”

“Dean,” Sam says softly, “Cas is–”

Dean’s glare stops him cold.

***

Dark fields fly past outside Baby’s windows, and the sky above is a flood of stars. Dean is blind to all but the road and the steering wheel.

Led Zeppelin plays on the radio. Ramble On. This isn’t on the tape he made for…

“This used to be one of my favorite songs, Cas. But it’s all about goodbye, all about looking for something more. That was my life, always saying goodbye. Then we found the bunker, so we kinda had a home. And I thought–I hoped–someday I’d have you too.”

The song had ended while he was praying. The Impala’s engine and her wheels on the road are the only sounds until Dean’s gasping sobs fill the car.

He pulls over to the side of the road.

Cas.” Dean chokes on the name. “I wish you could hear me.”

***

It’s been 37 days since Cas…left.

Dean is off on his own again. He hunts with Sam, but between hunts he can’t seem to stay still, just like he can’t seem to close his eyes. So he drives. When he realizes where he is, he makes a sound that is almost a laugh.

Pontiac, Illinois.

He takes a few wrong turns, but eventually finds his way to the barn. It is, surprisingly, still standing. He expects to find the inside littered with beer bottles and the like, but there is nothing. Maybe all the signs and sigils scared off the local miscreants.

Memories wash over Dean in a rush.

Sparks.

Wings.

Stabbings.

I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

I’m an angel of the Lord.

This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.

Dean falls to his knees, head bowed. Remembering. The awesome sight of Cas’s wings, filling the entire barn. The way his eyes seemed to look into Dean’s very soul. The feeling of being known, and chosen, and wanted.

He aches for Cas, so even he is surprised by the words that tumble from his lips.

“Chuck. I don’t know if you’re listening anymore. The bible says–and yeah, Cas told me to read the bible, so I did–that you’re everywhere at once, so maybe you can still hear me even off on your family vacation.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not good at this. I sound like an idiot. I’ve gotten used to praying to Cas, but he can’t hear me anymore. Lucifer, he…” Tears flow from Dean’s eyes.

“I’m broken, Chuck. I can barely stand. You need to give him back to us. We need him. And not because he’s a fighter, or because he’s an angel, or because he’s a part of our team. You need to give him back because…” Dean takes a shuddering breath. “You need to give him back to me. Because I love him. He’s not my brother, he’s…he’s everything.”

His voice is raw, thick with tears.

“I never got to tell him. Please, Chuck. Please. I don’t know what else to say. Can you hear the sound of a heart breaking?”

***

Chuck blinks.

“Well, what do you know. Too bad I’m not writing any more books. I love character development.”

He twirls his finger in the air, and the dust motes form a spinning vortex. Atoms join, coming together to form more and more complex molecules until, with a tiny breath from Chuck, the angel stands in front of him.

Chuck gestures. “Sorry about the tie. Dean seem to like it backwards, though.”

Cas stands bewildered, patting his coat, touching his face, ruffling his hair–deliberately avoiding the place where the blade pierced his chest.

“And the tape is still in your pocket. I know it’s important to you.”

Cas’s hand flies to the inside pocket of his trenchcoat. When his hand closes around the familiar piece of plastic he relaxes slightly.

“I don’t understand,” Cas says. “I was…gone. Again.”

Chuck points at himself. “Did you forget who I am? Or how many times I’ve done this for you?”

Cas’s thoughts still haven’t caught up to the present. “But why?”

“Character development.”

Cas tilts his head, puzzled. “I don’t–”

“Nevermind,” Chuck says, chuckling to himself. “I just need you to deliver a message to Dean Winchester, okay?”

Cas nods, eyes bright. “Alright.”

“Tell him…tell him…no, on second thought, just go. I think he’ll understand. A picture is worth a thousand words and all that.”

Cas nods again, still not understanding, but willing to go. Chuck reaches out, gently rests his hands on Cas’s shoulders.

“One more thing,” he says. “It was never a punishment, Castiel.”

Cas’s eyes widen.

“You always believe in me. I keep bringing you back because I always believe in you too.”

***

Boards creak. Feathers rustle.

Dean’s head jerks up.

“Dean, why are we here?”

Dean cannot speak. He pulls himself to his feet, his eyes never leaving Cas’s. He walks to Cas, and when they are standing close enough to touch Cas says, “What about personal space, Dean?”

“Are you real, Cas?” Dean breathes. “Are you really you?”

Understanding, Cas flexes his wings. Blue-black feathers flash. No demon or shapeshifter could fake that.

“Good,” says Dean. “Oh, Cas. I–”

But there are no words. He pulls Cas into a hug, holding him like he never wants to let go.

“Thank you, Chuck,” Dean whispers. “Thank you.”

Water Under the Bridge: A Nessian Smut Fic

For @blogtealdeal, who loves Nessian wing sin and who has blessed this fandom with Moriel fanart I never thought we would get to see. You are an absolute *blessing* Nicole. Thank you for all of the amazing work that you do. I wish there was more I could do to say thanks because that Moriel fanart killed my heart and brought it back to life again. <3

Title comes from the Adele song. It doesn’t totally fit lyrically for this fic, but it’s all I listened to while I wrote it and I don’t really do music while writing, so… yeah.

Summary: Nesta discovers in a fit of rage that Feyre isn’t the only one who can summon Illyrian wings at will. After a particularly long day of flying leaves her body aching, Cassian is there to sooth the pain in ways Nesta has never experienced before. Featuring Illyrian!Nesta and much wing sin. NSFW.

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Water Under the Bridge

The first time Nesta discovers she has wings - she’s screaming at Cassian.

Not just a faint whine of annoyance. Not a simple shout over some shallow disagreement. Not torn up words spat inches from his face.

But top of her lungs, blue in the face, going to kick his ass into the new year screaming.

The argument was stupid, as usual. And when it’s over, she can’t even quite remember what horrible thing it was about. The war had ended. Cassian had fought what little he could. Nesta had left to do her part. Maybe there were bitter words exchanged over still bleeding wounds. Maybe not.

All Nesta knows is that one moment she is so absolutely enraged at the jab Cassian let slip (that she knows he did not truly mean) and the next, her back feels the way her lungs do drowning at the bottom of the ocean, swimming up, up, up in a desperate search for air until finally that bubble of water bursts, and the muscles of her back split open in agonizing pain and -

She has wings.

Great, glorious membranous wings that stretch wide around her and seem to absorb all that wasted energy she spent and threaten Cassian for her.

Cassian - whose jaw had promptly hit the floor at the sight of those wings as they unfurled and cast red and gold shadows about the ground in the sunlight.

Nesta had stood back smugly that day at the way Cassian stared at her. She didn’t even fight him or pretend to stay angry when he stepped close, slid his hands around her waist and up along her back to the base of the wings as if to touch them, and she saw the sparkling in his eyes like diamonds as he whispered, awestruck, in her ear, “Nesta.”

That had set her grinning ear to ear.

It takes weeks for Nesta to figure out how to summon the wings at will. Whatever magic the Cauldron gave her over them, it’s not easy to figure out. And once she has mastered bringing the wings out at will, they’re weak and untrained. The muscles are loose and imbalanced, unable to support the size of her wingspan and Cauldron is her wingspan massive.

(Cassian eyes it for weeks trying not to compare.)

At first, Cassian insists she refrain from flying. She has to do stretching exercises to build up her strength, but Nesta grows restless rather quickly. Another shouting match between them - You may literally die if you attempt to jump off that cliff Nesta Archeron - has her threatening to have Feyre train her, or Mother help him, Rhys. And so finally, Cassian relents.

And then… Nesta is flying. Soaring high into the sky over Velaris.

She can only handle a few minutes at a time, but fuck if it doesn’t feel glorious. The world is stretched out below her and she feels like she could control it all from where she swoops and bellows above it. Every time she lands, every time the muscles scream with pain and tiredness, she hates it and forces Cass to help her keep training, keep going because damn it - she is going to master this.

It only takes one time - that first time in the air and Nesta doesn’t know how she can live again if the Cauldron hadn’t given her this gift. Maybe this was the Cauldron’s way of making up for the other awful things it did to her. She doesn’t quite mind.

Minutes eventually stretch into longer episodes. An hour. Then a few. Until she can fly just as long as Cassian. He wouldn’t be surprised if she could go longer than him.

But it’s a struggle getting there. Her wings are so large and her body has become one hell of a beast to support up in the air. And all Nesta wants to do for months on end is fly. So naturally, Cassian finds himself on the receiving end of many an endless, salty landing with Nesta.

“Again,” she snaps at him.

“Nesta,” and it’s a warning.

Nesta swivels on her feet and those wings flex behind her, Nesta’s own brand of warning. “I said, again.”

Cassian crosses his arms with a wide berth at his legs and tosses one of those taunting little smiles she both loathes and adores. “You didn’t say please.”

But Nesta doesn’t back down. Not by a long shot. She doesn’t even stand still. She takes two great strides bridging the distance between them and leans right up into his face as far as she can on the tips of her toes, her leathers groaning around her body as she reaches. “You didn’t earn it, sweetheart,” she snarls. “I want to go again.”

He knows she’ll kill him if he lets out the chuckle he has locked inside his chest. So instead, he gently grips her shoulders and leans down until their foreheads are almost touching.

And thank the Mother she doesn’t pull away from that touch.

“Nesta,” he says. “You just flew for an hour straight. That’s farther than you’ve ever come before and Cauldron, I’m proud. But you need to rest. I’m not joking when I say you could kill yourself if you go too far.” His hands slide slowly, sweetly from her shoulders to her neck until he cups her face, but Nesta feels so tight - so tense in that hold. His little spitfire in all that raging spirit always. It makes him feel light as air. “I’d really prefer it if you didn’t die, hmm?”

Nesta’s eyes soften for just a moment, her shoulders slumping. She dances up on the tips of her toes again and Cassian thinks she might lean into him finally, maybe even kiss him the way she sometimes does after she’s been flying for the day and the wind has left her breathless and she takes Cassian home to discover entirely new ways of feeling the rush flying creates in them both…

But just when her lips graze his own, Nesta teases out, “I said again, Commander,” and Cassian curses, “So we go again.” And Nesta can tell by how close they’re standing that Cassian’s other Illyrian skills are kicking into overdrive.

He takes a great breath, adjusting his stance and likely certain other parts beneath his pants, but releases his hold on her. “Alright, Ness. We go again.”

They do. And with the wind in her hair and the sun on her skin, it is heaven.

Cassian insists they limit themselves to ten more minutes only.

So naturally, Nesta flies for twenty.

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Newcomers Pt1

Admiral Polt sat in his office going over the days reports, the whole fleet had been excited for a number of days now, ever since the news came through. His fleet was going to be getting the reinforcements they so desperately needed. But unlike the usual warrior races in the Alliance that made up it’s military, they were getting Humans. Most had never heard of these aliens and those that had or had met one told conflicting stories about them. The crew were preparing to meet one of the galaxies more younger races and were intrigued as to what kind of alien they would be.

The Benemar who made up the bulk of the current armed personal in the fleet were not so happy to hear this apparent known and untested race was seemingly replacing them. Only a few of them had ever met a Human and that was during the first contact conflict, a small war that saw the Alliance and the Humans fight a number of battles before the onset of peace.

A ship breaks from hyperspace and approaches the fleet, the ship is huge and takes the fleet by surprise thinking it Gal launching another offensive but they are soon told it’s the Human vessel that is to join the fleet. Apparently the Humans brought a whole ships worth of soldiers. A couple hundred thousand at least. 

The Human ship docks with the flagship and almost the entire crew turns out to meet them along with the Benemar who line up in ranks, being the largest race they are not hard to miss. The doors open and the Humans board. 

They march in perfect unison their faces hidden behind their helmets making seem like a faceless army, many of the other species were rather superstitious and believed that hiding ones face means they were possessed by demons. 

Admiral Polt flexed his winged arms in the Human sign of welcome, he had no teeth to show this smile that they do but he kept his eyes as soft as he could. Their captain then approached and what he asked caught him off guard.

“Wellcome Human–”

“First things first!!! Where’s the shitter we have spent weeks on a ship with thousands of soldiers and not enough toilets!!”

Admiral Polt stared at him, “What’s a…shitter?”

“A place where shit goes” he responded and his soldiers laughed.

“Umm…there are some restrooms down there” Polt pointed down the corridor and number of Humans instantly broke rank and ran in that direction screaming for those to get out the way.Their captain was among them.  

Everyone stared at them, was this normal Human behavior? 

Admiral Polt turned back to the lines of Humans, some seemed to be having some kind of seizure and were doubling over, but they were being ignored, do the Humans feel nothing for their own kind that are in pain?

“I’m sure the captain will be back soon” one of them says.

Finally their captain returns walking a bit more comfortably, images of what Human waste looks like flash in Polt’s mind…he does not like what he sees.

“Right where were we?”

“Umm…we were here we have not moved” Polt says.

“haha good one”

“What?”

“Huh? oh you weren’t making a joke, anyway thank you for welcoming us we are here to honor our commitment to the Alliance” the Human captain says and he and his soldiers all take off their helmts to reveal their features.

The Benemar all burst out laughing in their hooting like sounds.

“These are the ones who are here to reinforce us?!”

“They are so squishy and small”

“Maybe we can find some baby Gal for them to play with”

The Human captain looks a them puts on a fake laugh that makes them stop

“Yeah, maybe they will be tougher than your lot on Bento Prime, oh that was your homeworld wasn’t it tell me what happened to it?”

The Benemar fell silent, their homeworld had never been invaded before, it had the greatest  defenses and the largest standing army. The Humans overran it in less than a day.It was handed back over to them after the first contact conflict but the humiliation they suffered had never been washed away.

“Now, my soldiers are tired form the trip and I assume there is adequate housing for us?” 

Admiral Polt nodded and before he direct them the Humans began marching into the ships interior and introducing themselves to the crew. As far as introductions went, he thought it went well….he hoped these Human were weird….or insane or maybe both.


Authors note– I might write a continuation to this but I’m not sure let me know what you think.

Newcomers

Admiral Polt sat in his office going over the days reports, the whole fleet had been excited for a number of days now, ever since the news came through. His fleet was going to be getting the reinforcements they so desperately needed. But unlike the usual warrior races in the Alliance that made up it’s military, they were getting Humans. Most had never heard of these aliens and those that had or had met one told conflicting stories about them. The crew were preparing to meet one of the galaxies more younger races and were intrigued as to what kind of alien they would be.

The Benemar who made up the bulk of the current armed personal in the fleet were not so happy to hear this apparent known and untested race was seemingly replacing them. Only a few of them had ever met a Human and that was during the first contact conflict, a small war that saw the Alliance and the Humans fight a number of battles before the onset of peace.

A ship breaks from hyperspace and approaches the fleet, the ship is huge and takes the fleet by surprise thinking it Gal launching another offensive but they are soon told it’s the Human vessel that is to join the fleet. Apparently the Humans brought a whole ships worth of soldiers. A couple hundred thousand at least. 

The Human ship docks with the flagship and almost the entire crew turns out to meet them along with the Benemar who line up in ranks, being the largest race they are not hard to miss. The doors open and the Humans board. 

They march in perfect unison their faces hidden behind their helmets making seem like a faceless army, many of the other species were rather superstitious and believed that hiding ones face means they were possessed by demons. 

Admiral Polt flexed his winged arms in the Human sign of welcome, he had no teeth to show this smile that they do but he kept his eyes as soft as he could. Their captain then approached and what he asked caught him off guard.

“Wellcome Human–”

“First things first!!! Where’s the shitter we have spent weeks on a ship with thousands of soldiers and not enough toilets!!”

Admiral Polt stared at him, “What’s a…shitter?”

“A place where shit goes” he responded and his soldiers laughed.

“Umm…there are some restrooms down there” Polt pointed down the corridor and number of Humans instantly broke rank and ran in that direction screaming for those to get out the way.Their captain was among them.  

Everyone stared at them, was this normal Human behavior? 

Admiral Polt turned back to the lines of Humans, some seemed to be having some kind of seizure and were doubling over, but they were being ignored, do the Humans feel nothing for their own kind that are in pain?

“I’m sure the captain will be back soon” one of them says.

Finally their captain returns walking a bit more comfortably, images of what Human waste looks like flash in Polt’s mind…he does not like what he sees.

“Right where were we?”

“Umm…we were here we have not moved” Polt says.

“haha good one”

“What?”

“Huh? oh you weren’t making a joke, anyway thank you for welcoming us we are here to honor our commitment to the Alliance” the Human captain says and he and his soldiers all take off their helmts to reveal their features.

The Benemar all burst out laughing in their hooting like sounds.

“These are the ones who are here to reinforce us?!”

“They are so squishy and small”

“Maybe we can find some baby Gal for them to play with”

The Human captain looks a them puts on a fake laugh that makes them stop

“Yeah, maybe they will be tougher than your lot on Bento Prime, oh that was your homeworld wasn’t it tell me what happened to it?”

The Benemar fell silent, their homeworld had never been invaded before, it had the greatest  defenses and the largest standing army. The Humans overran it in less than a day.It was handed back over to them after the first contact conflict but the humiliation they suffered had never been washed away.

“Now, my soldiers are tired form the trip and I assume there is adequate housing for us?” 

Admiral Polt nodded and before he direct them the Humans began marching into the ships interior and introducing themselves to the crew. As far as introductions went, he thought it went well….he hoped these Human were weird….or insane or maybe both.

Authors note– I might write a continuation to this but I’m not sure let me know what you think.

–Where are you, Cas?–


Wings flex automatically,
muscles strain
to fly to his side.


–Come on, Cas. I need you, man.–


Hands clench,
fingernails dig into palms.


–I need you to hear me, Cas.–


Yesterday
I gave in,
flew to a hilltop
for a glimpse
of his face.
But within moments
I was surrounded.
I put him in
danger.


–Please, Cas. Please–


I grit my teeth.
All I can do
is keep
the monsters
away from Dean.
All I want
is to go to him.


But then
I will be
the monster.

— 

Supplication

Supernatural Poetry Challenge | @ialwayscomewhenyoucall vs @magicknightriderjellyfish

Prompt: free verse

Pairing: Dean/Cas (kind of)

Tags: purgatory, prayer

X-Men Preference: Using Their Powers around You

Requested by: @hankbeast

Alex:
He doesn’t use them at all around you. Point blank. He doesn’t see a reason to put you in a situation where you’d need to see his powers, whether you have powers or not. He sees himself as destructive and doesn’t want you to see it.

Charles:
He uses them to talk to you all day if you’re not around, or even if you are around. He uses his powers liberally and loves to use it to strengthen your relationship

Erik:
He tries to not use them around you, especially if you don’t have powers of your own, but he knows that sometimes it just makes life easier and he loves to spoil and take care of you.

Hank:
He gets pretty self conscious when he’s blue. He really needs your assurance that you still care for him and that he’s not disgusting. Although, he does like the strength and speed he has as the beast and sometimes shows off when he’s feeling a bit confident. You love him whether he’s blue or not though.

Kurt:
Scares the shit out of you constantly. You’d like to think that you can tell when he’s about to appear but you really can’t and he’s ruined so many mugs or other fragile things from you throwing them when he startles you. It’s endearing when he pulls you closer with his tail tho

Logan:
He will not use his powers around you unless he absolutely has to. Though you think it’s really cool if he gets cut chopping food or something to watch it heal in front of your eyes. He doesn’t think it’s so cool but he likes to impress you.

Peter:
Little shit uses his powers constantly. And not always legally. He wants to get you flowers? Even in the middle of a date? You got em, freshly stolen. It’s endearing but sometimes you really have to tell him to knock it off.

Scott:
He doesn’t like to use his powers in front of you unless it’s absolutely necessary. He thinks his powers are more destructive than useful even though you think they can be pretty useful sometimes.

Warren:
Biggest show off ever. Literally. You can walk from your place to the coffee shop? No y’all are flying. He flexes his wings when other people are around and he loves to let people know you’re with the angel himself.


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Title: Purgatory’s Angel
Author: Ltleflrt
Artist: Moonlite Knight
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings: Alternate Universe - Non Canon, Surgeon Sam, Physical Therapist Dean, Angel Castiel, Injury Recovery, Suicidal Thoughts, Wing Kink, Grumpy Castiel, Cheerfully Optimistic Dean
Posting Date: 10/5/2017

Summary:  In an act of heroism Castiel sacrifices one of his wings to save lives. But he isn’t sure he wants to live tethered to the ground, never to dance in the sky again.  Two stubborn Winchester brothers have faith that his future isn’t quite so grim, and that flight may be possible someday.  Castiel thinks they’re full of shit, but in the face of Dean’s cheerful optimism it’s hard not to believe.  

- - -

Ah, and there’s the rage again.  “What recovery?” Castiel snarls.  His feathers rise up with his anger, and pain assails him as his wings try to flex with his mood.  This time it’s Dean who walks him through the calming breaths, although he doesn’t touch Castiel the same way Sam does.  When he’s got control of his wings again, Castiel glares at Dean.  “I know what kind of damage I took.  My wing is useless.”

“Yeah, it sure as hell is,” Dean says on a sigh.  

The immediate agreement makes Castiel blink in confusion.  “Wh-what?”

Dean turns his attention back to Castiel’s wing, waving a hand at it which makes Castiel look too.  “Well, I mean look at it.  Half the feathers are gone, and the skin is covered in stitches.  And I got a look at the chart, so I know exactly what all got sewn up.”

From this angle Castiel can’t see all of the damage.  Most of the feathers are gone from the back side of the wing, and he only sees the underside.  Some feathers are still missing, but in smaller patches.  There are splints holding the part below the wrist joint straight, and another splint holding the wing out so he can’t fold it to his body.  The sling holds it up so it’s perpetually spread.  

“I’m not gonna lie to you,” Dean says, turning his attention back to Castiel.  “It’s going to be a shitload of work to get it back to any kind of useful condition.”

“Why bother?” Castiel mutters.  “I’ll never fly again.”

“Never say never,” Dean counters with a cheeky grin.  Then his eyes grow serious.  “You may be right.  You may never fly again.”

Tears prickle at the back of Castiel’s eyes, and he turns his face into the pillow to hide them from this stranger.  This stranger who offers him hope and despair in one breath.

“But I know you’ll definitely never fly again if you don’t try,” Dean continues.  “And if you ask me, some chance is better than no chance.”

“No one asked you,” Castiel mutters into his pillow.

Dean chuckles.  “True, but I’m real good at sticking my nose in other people’s business.”

“You sound like an awful person.”

“My patients would probably agree with you,” Dean says brightly.  “I’ve been told I’m a master of torture, and that working with me is pure hell.”

Castiel turns his head enough that he can peek at Dean with one eye.  And sure enough, the man is grinning at him.  Proudly.  “I doubt it was meant as a compliment.”

When Dean shrugs his whole body moves with it.  Shoulders, mouth, and eyebrows shifting before his expression settles back into a pleased grin.  “I get results.” He winks.  “And thank you cards.”

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for a dragonoid trying to court a human?

They probably bring you a LOT of shiny things- jewelry, gold, actual gems, the list goes on and on.

They’re also fiercely protective of you- dating or not. Chances are, if you two are hanging out, it’s JUST you two.

They also only seem to want to do things YOU want to do. They may be a dragon, but they’re not COMPLETELY up their own ass.

That being said, they DO like to show off in front of you. Wing-flexes, shows of strength. You name it, they’ll do it.

Dragon au yuri on ice short

Sleepless Night

He was restless in his cave, trying his hardest to get some sleep but without avail. Yuri leered at the night sky from an opening on the cavernous place and he could assume it wasn’t even midnight yet, huffing out a cloud of smoke through his nostrils in frustration. He knew why he couldn’t be still, it was the competition right around the corner and he was feeling the pressure of the same, after all he had to keep the name of Victor high since he was his coach and it was all on how he would perform on the sky. Since he knew he wouldn’t get any sleep no matter how much he tried, he decided then to sneak up some training, the sky was clear and the moon bright, so it was a good and clear night for it and maybe it would make his body tired enough for rest later.

Getting up and stretching his wings and extremities, he flew out into the night sky, soaring quietly away from the other caves to not disturb any of the competitors nor his coach that was in a cave beside his own. Far enough, he decided to head over towards the nearby lake so to have a safe cushion in case when he was flying he screwed up a spin or trick and went falling, water is definitely softer than still ground and he couldn’t get hurt now. With lake in sight, he flew towards the edge to get up on some throughout warm up, stretching his wings and flexing his joints as he thought on which moves to start to train up. A few minutes passed and he felt good enough to take back to the skies, taking a jump and flying in quickly doing a few laps around the lake before starting to do some spins and hard turns at high speed. Soon his moves got more intricate, making closed loops on himself, half loops and drops, or combination of all three. While he worked on those, a thought came to mind, flying upwards fast in an almost 90º angle, reaching at a certain summit before dropping backward spins;

Once…

Twice…

TRICE!

‘Yes!’ he mentally shouted on the last loop as he had slowed down considerably and before finishing the loop, he flared his wings and tail in show to the sky as he fell backwards towards the water. He had just partially replicated Victor’s signature move; the triple death drop and now remaining was the sharp turn near the ground, at the moment water, to fly off without touching it added with a spin. He focused, looking downwards he neared the surface and at the nick of time, he spun, flared his wings and glided along parallel with the water, feeling drops on his scales due how close he was to the surface and how water rose due the air pressure he added. He mentally cheered, a low chuckle coming from his throat but it was short lived, he loosened his tail and it dipped in the water, his tail webs acting as anchor and making him loose his altitude and control, splashing into the water.

He mentally cursed, swimming upwards and breaking the water as cold air hit his maw, huffing in response before swimming towards the edge to get himself to dry. At the edge he shook majority of the water off, blowing hot air on his scales for the remaining water before being startled by moving trees and the obvious blue hue of glowing eyes staring in awe at him.

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I had been working on this for a few days now and wanted to have it sooner but work and such. But for @aradan-san who was feeling a bit sick in the past few days and wanted to give em a gift.

VAS Needed

To submit to be considered for the part, please email SteWilliams@Mills.edu with an attached voice sample reading the provided passage. Along with the sample, please include a photo, a short bio paragraph, including any significant identities, an availability schedule, and a list of equipment you have.
Note: You may submit more than one sample, as long as it is significantly distinct from any others you submitted.
Note: Diversity is a major driving decision in casting, please keep this in mind when auditioning.

Chris Rush
(18 - 21)
Note: STRONG PREFERENCE FOR A TRANS VA
Dudebro fraternity man, and part time mermaid.
Husky, playful voice.
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It’s not like I have some deep attachment to the ocean or whatever, more like if I stepped into a puddle of spilled beer, it’s chill. I’ll splash around in it, I’ll dip a fin. Once, I broke into the campus pool, and me and Josh fooled around in it for hours, him on my back, and me gliding effortlessly through it. What a bro.


Heather Hogan
(18-20)
Grounded and reserved, with two wings tucked into her waistband.
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Lyra is interesting. Sometimes, we’ll both end up in the outside bathroom beside the Delta Gorgon Alpha building after a party, and things’ll get weird. Like, my wings will flex against my shirt, and I’ll look away for just one second to push them back down, then she’ll vanish, leaving only a faint whiff of mint and massive clumps of hair.

Lyra Comey
(18-19)
STRONG PREFERENCE FOR A BLACK VA
Curious and very intelligent, a werewolf just trying to earn her Bachelor’s.
Please read:
Yeah, yeah, the whole shtick, to the point where it becomes boring. Fangs, claws, and fur bursting out of me. Some things are different, like, I don’t remain bipedal and I definitely don’t resemble a human. I turn into a wolf, the full animal form. Not the same size as a normal wolf, but the size of a huge bus, probably 10 feet tall and 25 wide. Legs like trees, and teeth like big ass splinters. Can’t really study Rhetoric and Composition when I can’t fit at my desk.

FANFIC * NESSIAN * PART NINE

Originally posted by stop-this-pain

Nessian Part Nine by L.J. LaFleur 

The sun did not rise, the moon did not set. I stared out the window letting all color drain from this world. He feared me, I could see it in those beautiful pools of hazel. He feared me, but not as much as I fear myself. The monster I’ve become. I burned him. I marked him.

I ignored several knocks, unsure of who was on the other side of the door. My sisters, maybe? It didn’t matter, I wouldn’t answer. More knocks, but I didn’t care. Faintly I heard their voices, their pleas. Drowning, it was like a wall of water blocking them out. I was drained from last night, tired from lack of sleep but too scared to close my eyes. Who else would I hurt? Who was next?

“Nesta,” he pounded on the door, his voice breaking through the thunder clouds that stained my mind.

I ignored him.

Cassian huffed, “Nesta…let me in. It’s been two days and you haven’t eaten.”

Two days? I haven’t slept for two days?

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Title: The Upside Down Sky
Author: Amazonia_8
Artist: Dogsled
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings/Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Violence, Pining, Mild Angst, Protective Dean, BAMF Cas
Posting Date: 11/15/2017

Summary:  Despite having every resource the government could throw at them, within the vast wealth of lore protected and researched by the Federal Bureau of Letters and Arcanae, there were only five obscurely written entries on angels. And the number of actual angels ever encountered by humans? One, and that guy was a dick. So when intel indicates an genuine, living angel has been captured, with dire consequences to the universal balance, the FBLA send their best agents undercover to a clandestine freak show, where black market monster are brought in for the enjoyment of those with the means to afford it. The mission is one they’ve done a thousand times: extract the entity and bring it in.

And Agent Dean Winchester’s seen it all, but he’s never seen anything like Castiel.

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He’d heard of people doing something like this, capturing creatures and posting videos online, keeping them in a cage to poke with a stick until the thing died of starvation or broke free and had a nice warm meal. The FBLA never tried to suppress any of it. Monsters were never, officially, confirmed, the line of response had always been that the Bureau’s purview was in the research and management of ‘anomalies’. but that didn’t mean they weren’t public knowledge. Denying they existed had totally backfired in Roswell, besides, there were just too many of them to keep people ignorant. The average Joe would never run into anything bitey in his lifetime, much to his relief, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a public appetite for Witch Week on the Discovery Channel, or non-stop marathons of Finding Bigfoot (Dean knew, for a fact, they were never gonna find that thing).

So these people knew what they were gawping at, at least they thought they did, and Dean couldn’t believe they were still stupid enough to willingly crowd themselves into a room with a dozen of the most pissed off monster he’d ever seen. Money and polish gave it all a sheen of safety and there was nothing more in the whole world Dean wanted to do at that moment than snap the chains of one of these creatures and sit back with a beer while it tore these morons to ribbons.

But instead, he tittered on cue and shared appreciative words with the other guests over what a very good job their host had done procuring these oddities for their pleasure.

They moved as a group around the room, clustering and weaving until they came to the centerpiece, best for last. The real reason the brothers were here. Crowley drew out the tension as long as he could, devious smile and eyeliner. When the curtain lifted, everyone gasped in shock, including Dean and not just as part of his cover.

He was beautiful. Wild dark hair, wild blue eyes, and oil slick iridescent black wings that spanned out to the edges of his gilded cage in fear. He wore white linen pants and nothing else, the better to see the authenticity of wing bone and muscle flexing at his back. Fine wrought gold chains glinted as they linked a leather collar to cuffs the brothers could see from here were scrolled with some of the markings Gabriel had told them about. the poor thing looked terrified and furious and the louder the crowd became, the harder he struggled against his bonds. There was something about him that broke Dean’s heart straight in half and the strength of it was stealing his breath away. A beautiful, divine thing, captured and trussed for an evening’s distraction and money on the barrel.

Without realizing it, Dean had shouldered his way to the front of the crowd. The angel was looking at all of them and none of them, there was no way out but his need to search anyway consuming him.

Until his gaze fell on Dean.

Happy Futures

@a-courtof-fangirls-and-fanfics and I wrote this really late last night and almost cried because it had to be written. 

Elriel - super fluffy 


By now, Elain usually has a good control over her visions and can stop them from overcoming her mind. Over the years, with the help of her family, she has trained so that she no longer fears her power, but can instead use it and learn from it. The middle Archeron sister is always prepared for a new vision of the future. Except this one.

Never in her wildest dreams would Elain think she would every receive a vision like this. And so, it’s hard to be surprised that such a revelation was able to sneak up on her. 

Elain and Azriel are training on the roof of the House of Wind, the latter, as always, holding back. Elain appreciates the sentiment, but after decades of learning and sparring with him and Cassian, she really finds it unnecessary. Thus, she spends most of the time trying to rile him up and make him lose his carefully constructed restraint. 

Unfortunately, sometimes Elain can get distracted. Especially when Azriel rids himself of his shirt. She’s seen him naked plenty of times, but there is something about the way the sweat running down his chest glistens in the morning rays of the sun, and how his wings flex and contort his bare back that makes Elain irrevocably flustered. 

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Newcomers Pt1

Admiral Polt sat in his office going over the days reports, the whole fleet had been excited for a number of days now, ever since the news came through. His fleet was going to be getting the reinforcements they so desperately needed. But unlike the usual warrior races in the Alliance that made up it’s military, they were getting Humans. Most had never heard of these aliens and those that had or had met one told conflicting stories about them. The crew were preparing to meet one of the galaxies more younger races and were intrigued as to what kind of alien they would be.

The Benemar who made up the bulk of the current armed personal in the fleet were not so happy to hear this apparent known and untested race was seemingly replacing them. Only a few of them had ever met a Human and that was during the first contact conflict, a small war that saw the Alliance and the Humans fight a number of battles before the onset of peace.

A ship breaks from hyperspace and approaches the fleet, the ship is huge and takes the fleet by surprise thinking it Gal launching another offensive but they are soon told it’s the Human vessel that is to join the fleet. Apparently the Humans brought a whole ships worth of soldiers. A couple hundred thousand at least. 

The Human ship docks with the flagship and almost the entire crew turns out to meet them along with the Benemar who line up in ranks, being the largest race they are not hard to miss. The doors open and the Humans board. 

They march in perfect unison their faces hidden behind their helmets making seem like a faceless army, many of the other species were rather superstitious and believed that hiding ones face means they were possessed by demons. 

Admiral Polt flexed his winged arms in the Human sign of welcome, he had no teeth to show this smile that they do but he kept his eyes as soft as he could. Their captain then approached and what he asked caught him off guard.

“Wellcome Human–”

“First things first!!! Where’s the shitter we have spent weeks on a ship with thousands of soldiers and not enough toilets!!”

Admiral Polt stared at him, “What’s a…shitter?”

“A place where shit goes” he responded and his soldiers laughed.

“Umm…there are some restrooms down there” Polt pointed down the corridor and number of Humans instantly broke rank and ran in that direction screaming for those to get out the way.Their captain was among them.  

Everyone stared at them, was this normal Human behavior? 

Admiral Polt turned back to the lines of Humans, some seemed to be having some kind of seizure and were doubling over, but they were being ignored, do the Humans feel nothing for their own kind that are in pain?

“I’m sure the captain will be back soon” one of them says.

Finally their captain returns walking a bit more comfortably, images of what Human waste looks like flash in Polt’s mind…he does not like what he sees.

“Right where were we?”

“Umm…we were here we have not moved” Polt says.

“haha good one”

“What?”

“Huh? oh you weren’t making a joke, anyway thank you for welcoming us we are here to honor our commitment to the Alliance” the Human captain says and he and his soldiers all take off their helmts to reveal their features.

The Benemar all burst out laughing in their hooting like sounds.

“These are the ones who are here to reinforce us?!”

“They are so squishy and small”

“Maybe we can find some baby Gal for them to play with”

The Human captain looks a them puts on a fake laugh that makes them stop

“Yeah, maybe they will be tougher than your lot on Bento Prime, oh that was your homeworld wasn’t it tell me what happened to it?”

The Benemar fell silent, their homeworld had never been invaded before, it had the greatest  defenses and the largest standing army. The Humans overran it in less than a day.It was handed back over to them after the first contact conflict but the humiliation they suffered had never been washed away.

“Now, my soldiers are tired form the trip and I assume there is adequate housing for us?” 

Admiral Polt nodded and before he direct them the Humans began marching into the ships interior and introducing themselves to the crew. As far as introductions went, he thought it went well….he hoped these Human were weird….or insane or maybe both.

Authors note– I might write a continuation to this but I’m not sure let me know what you think.

anonymous asked:

SFF: It's Christmas and Sam is sad and missing Gabriel, wishing the Trickster Archangel was alive to enjoy the holiday with him and Dean and Cas, but Gabe is gone, and Sam is depressed and pining. And maybe, maybe he slips out of the bunker on a snowy night to stargaze, and finds Gabe in the middle of making a snow angel, all six of his golden wings on display. And Gabe doesn't know how he's back, but he's there, and he's never leaving his Samshine again!

Sam can’t help sighing a little bit as Dean gives him another look and looks towards the door.  Dean wants a few private moments with Cas, and he couldn’t help it if he didn’t want to go stand outside in the damn snow.  

“You have twenty minutes,” he told Dean, pushing himself up. 

Castiel frowned.  “Sam-”

Sam waved him off and grabbed his jacket off a chair and headed for the door, taking a deep breath.  It wasn’t Cas’ fault that he missed Gabriel like a limb, especially whenever he saw Dean and Cas together.  “It’s fine, Cas, I promise.”  

He caught sight of his brother putting an album into the stereo and holding out his hand to Cas.  They were going to dance.  Another pang hit his heart and he sighed as he closed the door behind him.  Maybe he’d give them a half hour.  

It was cold outside.  And snowing.  There was already a few inches on the ground and so far this was looking like several more were going to be left behind.  Dean would be bitching in the morning, without a doubt.  

He looked up at the stars and couldn’t help smiling a little bit.  He couldn’t help thinking of Gabriel at Christmas.  He was in every story, images of him were in every story, he couldn’t get away from it.  And worse still, he couldn’t get away from those stupid fucking memories of Gabriel when they’d been nothing more than two people having a good night together.  

Sam sighed and pushed his fingers through his hair.  If it hadn’t been for that night, he could have forgotten entirely about Gabriel and let him rest wherever the hell angels went when they died.  But no, of course not.  Of course Gabriel had had to be the best kind of rough with him, had been strong enough to toss him around and had kissed him like he fucking mattered.  

Sam stared at the stars and repeated his usual mantra to himself.  “It didn’t matter.  You didn’t matter.  It was just one more way to distract us.”  He took a deep breath and glanced at his watch.  Had barely been six minutes.  Dammit.  

“You know, you did matter.  Even if I didn’t want you to.”  

Sam slammed his eyes shut and took a hard breath.  It wasn’t Gabriel.  It never was.  No matter how often he heard the voice, it never was him.  He’d heard it too damn often, especially after Lucifer had… He shook his head.  

“What?  You can’t even look at me?” 

Sam spun around, ready to snarl at the vision that wasn’t going to be there and froze at the sight of Gabriel in the snowbank, large golden wings spread out behind him.  His mouth went dry and he slammed his eyes shut, shaking his head and turning away.  “Fuck, now I’m going insane.  You’ve got to be kidding me.”  

“Nah, you’re not insane.  Well, not insane as someone who regularly hunts monsters in the night can be,” Gabriel drawled, flexing his wings to leave an imprint in the snow.  

Sam opened his eyes and glared at Gabriel.  He was still there, still sitting in the snow like he had been there for hours.  “Why the hell are you here?”  

Gabriel shrugged and sat up.  “No idea.  Why?  Do you want me gone?” 

“No,” Sam blurted, his eyes going wide as he stepped closer.  “I don’t, there’s no way that you can be real.  I must be hallucinating.”  

Gabriel raised his eyebrows.  “Do you hallucinate me often?” 

Sam scowled at Gabriel.  “Fuck off.”  

Gabriel hummed and settled back into the snowbank.  “Well well well, would you look at that.”  

Sam turned back towards the bunker.  It was just his imagination, and he needed to focus on something else, and then maybe have Cas check him for a concussion or something worse.  

“Sam,” Gabriel called.  “You did mean something.  You did.  A great deal, even.” 

His breath felt stuck in his chest and Sam shook his head again.  This couldn’t be Gabriel.  Gabriel wouldn’t have given a shit about that night.  “Liar,” Sam managed to choke out.  

Gabriel pushed himself up and off the snowbank, his wings disappearing as he strode towards Sam  “You call me a liar?” he asked, his voice reverberating with power.  “You dare…”  

“Oh I dare,” Sam snapped, spinning back around to glare at Gabriel.  The snow started to whip up around him and he took a step back, scowling at Gabriel.  “Stop it!”  

“Oh no,” Gabriel said, laughing.  “You think I’m not real.”  

“I know you’re not real,” Sam snapped back.  “I know Lucifer killed you, I know that he hated doing it.”  

Gabriel’s smile fell and he stared at Sam.  “And how do you know that, Sam?”  

Sam shuddered and took another step back.  “The cage.  I went in with him.  He, well.  He got to have fun with me for a very, very long time.”  

“I’m sorry,” Gabriel said.  “I never wanted that for you.”  

Sam blinked at the apology and watched Gabriel walk closer.  “You’re really here, aren’t you?”  

Gabriel tilted his head and looked at Sam.  “You really did miss me, didn’t you?” 

Sam shrugged a little bit.  “Maybe.”  

“Maybe,” Gabriel scoffed, unable to keep from smiling.  “Well, is maybe enough to invite me into your humble abode for a drink?”  

“Yeah,” Sam said with a nod, looking at the snowbank and the imprint of the wings.  

“Don’t worry,” Gabriel said with a drawl, holding out his hand.  “If you’re good, I’ll pull them out for you again soon.”  

Sam hesitated, but reached out and took Gabriel’s hand.  It was warm and real.  He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and opened the door to the bunker.  “Cas’ll be glad to see you.” 

Gabriel snickered.  “Depends on your definition of glad.”  

Sam couldn’t help grinning as he held onto Gabriel’s hand, nice and tight.  He wasn’t going to let go this time.  

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Take Flight

Originally posted by joeking98

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Take Flight

Author: Morgan

Prompt(s): “So I was thinking of a Warren Worthington imagine where the reader is a mutant with blue jay wings and doesn’t know how to fly so she is teased a lot. After noticing, Warren decides to teach her how to fly?” and “Angel request! Please do one where the reader has wings as well but they’re more tiny and frail than his. He’s very excited to see someone similar to his mutation but the reader isn’t too happy with her wings and constantly hides them? They have a soryt of connection right off the bat when they meet in the school.” and “Hey! Can you do an Angel (XMA) x Reader where you just got your mutation and its wings so Angel teaches you how to fly??”

Note: Awwwwwwwww this is cute

Warnings: Minor swears.

It had been three weeks since you got your mutation. Three weeks since a pair of blue feathery wings had torn through the skin on your back. It still hurt like hell. Every time you touched the skin, it felt like it was on fire.

You shook your head, ignoring the thoughts of the others around you. They thought it was funny you couldn’t fly. They teased you for it. Even in a school full of mutants, you still didn’t belong.

“Hey there,” you looked up from your book, meeting eyes with a very handsome stranger. He had fluffy curly blonde hair, clear blue eyes, a strong jaw. Behind him stretched a pair of magnificent white wings. They looked strong, like they could carry him through the sky effortlessly. Your wings paled in comparison. “I’m Warren,”

“(Y/N),” you introduced, offering a shy smile.

“I couldn’t help but notice your wings,” he smirked, flexing one of his own wings.

“Yeah, well, don’t be too impressed. They don’t work,” You replied, picking at the grass.

“What do you mean they don’t work?” Warren asked, taking a seat in the grass in front of you.

“I can’t fly.”

“Do you want me to teach you?” he offered after a pause. You nodded. He took your hands and helped you to stand. “I couldn’t fly for a long time either.”

“But your wings are so big,” you whispered, reaching out to touch one. He held it closer to you, letting you stroke his soft feathers.

“Size has nothing to do with it. Trust me.” he stated, looking into your eyes. You felt your heart flutter. God, he was hot. “Let me see your wingspan.”

You spread your wings as far as they would go, but even then, the feathers only reached the tips of your fingers. His were twice as long as yours.

“They’re not strong enough.” you shook your head. “I haven’t even had them for a month.”

“Late bloomer?”

“You could say that, yeah,” you shrugged. “I just…I don’t know if I can do it.”

“Follow my lead, okay?” he told you. His wings shook, rising and falling as they lifted him off of the ground. Great gusts of wind blew your hair around. He was powerful. Much more powerful than you.

But nonetheless, you tried. At first, nothing seemed to happen, but after about thirty seconds, your feet left the ground.

“Move them faster,” he instructed. You did. You rose further from the grass and closer to him. “That’s it. Easy does it.” Soon, you were flying right in front of him, facing him. He reached out and pressed his hand to yours. “I am so proud of you.”

“I’m not some little kid, Warren.”

“I know. But look at how high we are. You did that in one day.” you looked down at the courtyard, so far below the two of you.

“Well, I had a great teacher. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” he smirked.

***

Peter looked up at the pair of you from across the courtyard.

“Hey, it looks like Wings has a soft spot for the new girl,” He poked Scott in the arm.

“Warren? Being nice to someone? That’s new.” Scott laughed, watching as he taught you to fly.

“Maybe he’s in love,” Kurt suggested. “I mean, he has been making googly eyes at her from across the courtyard for zhree veeks now.”

“True,” Peter stated. He stretched, cracking his fingers. “Now it’s time for this silver-haired cupid to get to work…”