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But that’s the whole reason he’s here, isn’t it? He’s not out here hunting Humans. He’s not even hunting deer, or bears, or anything else that featured in Bambi. He’s out here, freezing his nuts off every night, because he’s hunting Angels. Sometimes Dean wishes that Angels were like how they’re described in the Bible. How people from time too old for him to care much about thought Angels were messengers and warriors of God, protectors of Humans. He knows that how they’re really described in the Bible is actually pretty terrifying, but at least they were told by God that they’re supposed to love Humans, right? That’s a thousand times better than what Angels really turned out to be. Written by: riseofthefallenoneArtist and co-author: limonadegaby

Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit! (AU where Avians (winged folk), Galra, humans and merfolk cohabit earth. Shiro and Keith are avian soldiers, Lance is the youngest son of a Queen, Hunk is also a merman and Pidge is still looking for her family. They get caught up in a war.) NB: on hiatus but not abandoned (sorry for long absence :(). Some outtake updates have been posted in the series tho!

“Yes, thank you Dream,” Phil says, pulling out his sword, letting it hang loosely in his hand as Techno holds onto Tommy’s arm, tugging the teen even more, to the point where Tommy thinks he might bump into Techno. “However, as of now, Tommy is under the protection of the Antarctic Empire.” Dream shakes his head, laughing. “You can’t do that.” And as he walks forward to get closer, Phil points his sword right at Dream’s face. “Yes, we can.” Phil responds, and Dream takes a step back when the edge of Phil’s sword pokes against his mask. --- (Techno and Phil decide to take Tommy from his mistreatment, and RUN)

It's October, the time of monsters and sexy costumes so i decided to write a few monster fucker fics. Spoiler alert: I'm still going to be writing this after October. I AM NOT taking requests at the moment. If you make a request it WILL be IGNORED

The door opens. Alec tenses, and his body throbs. A man steps through, and Alec curls his fingers into his palms, terror pulsing through him. Because the man isn't a man. He's a warlock. A demon. The same person he felt crouching over him when he fell. Why is he here? What has the warlock done to him? "Well well, little angel. You're awake." *** Alec has been told the same stories all his life. He's been taught the same lines, over and over again. Downworlders are reckless, impulsive, demonic. They're not to be trusted. And Magnus Bane is the epitome of everything evil about Downworlders. At least, that's what people keep telling him. Alec's not quite so sure anymore. Or: In which the Nephilim have wings, are taught to loathe Downworlders, and Alec is presented with a conundrum when Magnus Bane saves his life.

"It's only temporary, right?" Dean says. "Just until you're healed up, and then we'll never have to see each other again. So what do you say, Castiel, do you want to marry me or not?"

It wasn't until he was three that he realized he was different and no one else could see the wings.

Wings are a symbol of ambition, of power, of respect. They are not something that can be taken from the universe by force, they must be given. They are given to only the most capable, to the worthy. And Techno just woke up with wings. OR AU where wings are a sign of being blessed by the gods or something along those lines. The royal family are the only ones to ever have wings, but the universe decides to have a bit of fun, and gives Techno some. This causes some issues, considering the fact the royal family hears of Techno's new wings, and then deems him to be family. Even if Techno doesn't think the same.

يجب على Nightwing أن يضحك مرة أخرى. «جوثام هي منطقة حظر طيران لأكثر من مجرد JL، Supes. ولكن، وفقًا لما يعرفه Blud، من المحتمل أن يكون كل ما سمعته صحيحًا على الأرجح». يتضاءل سوبرمان، وهو أمر غير متوقع على الإطلاق. تميل كل مدينة جوثام تقريبًا إلى أن تكون مرعبة للغرباء، كما يدرك Nightwing جيدًا. السؤال هنا هو ما هي الشائعات التي قرر سوبرمان أنها مثيرة للقلق بدرجة كافية للنظر فيها فعليًا، والتي يمكن أن تكون الإجابة عليها حرفيًا أي شيء من مستويات التلوث إلى انتظام هجمات Fear Gas على مستوى المدينة. أو شيء خارج تمامًا عن الطيف المعتاد للأشياء التي يحتاج الغرباء إلى التوقف عن الشعور بالخوف منها، يكتشف Nightwing عندما يصرخ سوبرمان، «لكن عائلة واين ليست ممسوسة فعليًا، أليس كذلك؟» ... آه. حسنا، اللعنة. أو، في جوثام، كان من المعروف منذ البداية أن عائلة واين تستضيف عن غير قصد الخفافيش الطفيلية، التي تحمي جوثام وشعبها من التهديدات الداخلية والخارجية بدورها. لا يوجد شيء يمكن لأي شخص القيام به حيال ذلك، حتى لو أراد ذلك. (هذا... ليس ما يحدث في الواقع، لكن لا أحد يحتاج إلى معرفة ذلك. إن Batfam ملتزم جدًا بالجزء بحيث لا يمكنه الانسحاب الآن.)

So, it didn’t start out like this. Alfred would scoff at the statement, about how Bruce was trying to justify the whole situation to himself. It had started out as a simple design, black everything with black outlines and black hood. It got a little more intense as the world went on, got wind of his ghost on the streets, and became scared of The Bat . So Bruce got a little more creative with it, Alfred and him had a good laugh over the name, the scare, and Alfred had a vicious streak of humor that he had passed onto his ward- So now the suit had a visible bat-theme, an insignia to drape in the shadows and to paint across the streets of Gotham. It only took a year into the whole charade of heroism for Bruce to overhear a conversation between some goons- some low level thug hired by the Riddler this week- about nothing at all pertaining to what the hell the Riddler was doing in the sewers but instead: “ The Batman can fly, you know, I’ve seen his wings.” -- A world where nobody has wings, but people think they do, and that changes everything.

“It suddenly struck me that the tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn’t feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.” –Niel Armstrong_____________________________ If the history of planet Earth were to be etched onto the face of a clock, the entirety of human history- as they exist today from the beginning of time -all of it, would amount to less than a single second. And that’s only considering the history of Earth. The Universe at large is millions upon billions upon quintillions of years older than that. Enough time for stars to die, for solar systems to decompose, rot away into nothing but solar dust and crumbling asteroids. Tommy had never been a fan of outer space. (Use #hasvfic on instagram to show me your fanart and have it featured in the fanart chapter!)

Two months after the failed apocalypse Aziraphale finds the first dark feather growing in his wings. A story about middle grounds, ineffable plans, and what happens when the world doesn't end.

Of everyone who ever saw Peter's pitch black wings, only three people stayed: Uncle Ben, Aunt May, and Gwen Stacy. Two of them are dead. Peter refuses to show his wings to anyone else, ever. And then Wade Wilson comes along with his gorgeous white and gold wings and ruins everything. (Except, he's the only one who can make Peter laugh, these days, so maybe it's just a painful sort of fixing.)

A collection of MadaTobi minifics.

Cas exhaled. "When an angel's wings are injured," he said to his feet, "the healing process can be augmented by… grooming, I suppose, would be the most accurate word. Removal of the maimed feathers to allow growth of healthy ones. Otherwise, they're left to fall out alone." He tilted his head towards the nightstand. "As you see." Dean stared at him. "So… that's why I can't help?" he said slowly. "'Cause I can't, y'know… see 'em? Or touch 'em?" "Yes," Cas said, slightly too quickly, and Dean snorted. "You're still a shitty liar, Cas," he informed him. "What ain't you tellin' me?"

“Oh,” Gabriel’s eyes widened, hand coming to rest upon his chest. The smugness left his face, instantly replaced with realization and a hint of horror in his eerie, violet eyes. He was quiet for a long, unbearable pause. “Uh, what?” Crowley asked, lifting his head. Gabriel was staring at Aziraphale, looking positively astounded. “I feel it. I, this has been around you for a long time, but I feel it even more now. I guess because he’s actually here with you.” Aziraphale shifted on his feet anxiously, dread in the pit of his stomach. “What on earth are you talking about?” “You love him,” Gabriel said, almost in awe. It wasn’t an accusation, but a statement of fact. Crowley’s jaw dropped with an audible intake of breath and his sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose. He whipped around to him. Aziraphale wanted to bolt. ~~~~ In which Gabriel can feel how much Aziraphale loves Crowley, and outs him.

The Devil is real. A sentence Chloe Decker never believed until Lucifer Morningstar burned out her skepticism with his hellfire eyes. It's a "Hell" of a reality shift, but Chloe realizes she may not have time for gradual acceptance when she discovers that one of the bodies in her most recent murder investigation isn't human. Worse still, the next target might be Lucifer. A story that begs the question: who prays for Satan? [Post-S3 finale continuation. Deckerstar.] [COMPLETE] [NEWLY POLISHED]

The crows continue to surround him. Maybe they know he isn't a real crow, sense the impostor. Tommy would have laughed if it wasn't for the hundred fucking crows watching him like a walking bag of food. He is about to get ejected. He is about to fucking die. OR Tommy dies in the prison and respawns in the body of a crow. Phil and Techno are clueless that this angry injured fledgling is actually Tommy.

There's something going on with Cas. Dean is determined to help him through it, in whatever way he can. He might end up with more than he bargained for. OR: Dean helps Cas scratch an itch. As it were.

Dean’s quiet time in the bunker is interrupted by some stranger-than-usual behavior from his angel. Oh, and feathers...there are a lot of those, too.

Harry defeated Voldemort and his act of heroism is famous throughout the wizarding world. He's trying to finish his final year at Hogwarts in peace, but, thanks to the method he chose to destroy The Dark Lord, something peculiar is happening to him, something he never would have expected. It's all rather embarrassing and making his life very complicated.

When Lucifer Morningstar is found half dead in the desert, Chloe Decker is determined to find out why. The problem is ... not even Lucifer knows the answer. As Chloe's world is flipped upside down by incontrovertible evidence of the divine, Lucifer grapples with feelings of violation and futility. God's meddling has started a chain reaction, but to what end? Deckerstar. Fits with canon through S2. [COMPLETE]

Dean finds an interesting symbol in Kevin's angel tablet notes and, against Sam's counselling, uses it in the heat of battle with a pair of angelic assassins. Side effects include pain, disorientation, and uncontrollable new appendages for the Winchesters. A disgruntled Castiel and a delighted Gabriel show up to help. Hunting (and life) gets interesting when wings are involved. Includes artwork! (Both relationships are featured in detail, but the plot happens to be *slightly* more Sabriel-driven.)

Draco's life after the war is everything he wanted it to be: it's simple, and quiet, and predictable, and safe. But when a mysterious curse shatters the peace he'd worked so hard to build, there's only one person he can trust to help him. After all, Harry Potter has saved his life before. Now Draco has to believe that Potter will be able to do it one more time. (A remix of If the Sun Goes Black by pasdexcuses) NOTE: AS THE FINAL CHAPTER OF THIS FIC IS MEANT TO BE READ AS A COMPANION TO THE ORIGINAL AND THE ORIGINAL HAS SINCE BEEN TAKEN OFFLINE, THIS FIC IS UNFORTUNATELY INCOMPLETE. I AM WORKING TO FIX IT. THIS NOTE WILL BE REMOVED WHEN THE REWRITES ARE FINISHED AND POSTED.

As per Stark tradition, Tony moved through life by putting forward the reputation that got him places--he did what he had to do to gain a footing. In doing so, he engineered himself to meld in perfectly to a world made for Alphas and their glorious wings and huge egos. To everyone around him, Tony was unquestionably Alpha. Too bad that after his fourth molt, he presented as something else entirely. Years later, after he learned to cope with being an Omega by not being an Omega, he joined the Avengers Initiative and fiercely protected his heart and his wings. But although he could pass as one of the Alphas he'd been running with for decades, no one is perfect, especially Tony Stark. No one--certainly not the Avengers Flock--expected a single azure feather smelling of fresh orange blossoms to lead to this.

"You know my son?" She asks, very disbelieving, because her son, as far as she knows, is trying very, very hard, fighting with his wife about it every goddamned day, to get out of the life, for his daughter's sake. And this boy looks about as in the life as one could possibly get. But then, the strangest thing happens, Allison comes up behind her asking: "Gramma? Who i'sit?" And the boy's face melts, "Awwww," he coos, "Ally! You're just the cutest little thing, aren't you!" Allison blushes brightly, "Umm, hi?" "Hello, there. My name is Stiles, I know your daddy, he talks about you all the time, did you know that? He loves you the bestest out of everyone in the whole world! And why wouldn't he? Look at you, those pinchable cheeks!" And all of her doubt flies out the window. Allison is one of the Argents better-kept secrets, because Chris has been adamant about that, if the boy knows of her Chris must trust him immensely. [Or: The one where Chris, Stiles, and Peter go back in time and fuck shit up, and scoop up a little Allison along the way.]

Tommy's back really really hurt. It could be the massive wings that sliced through his skin in the most painful moment in his life, as he lay on the cold bathroom floor of the new foster home. In which Tommy grows some wings and SBI are there to make it happy.Expect: Plenty of Hurt/Comfort, a good dose of shenanigans, a little bit of group chat chaos, Bird Stuff and so, so much fluff and found family.If you want winged Ranboo and Techno being brothers then you've come to the right place :] (collection of connected oneshots more than a story, lol)

Sequel to Forgotten. A/U from mid season 9. Castiel is human and wounded, and Dean and Sam need to get his grace back - and his wings. Things do not go as intended and Cas faces a difficult road. Long case fic with strong emphasis on Team Free Will friendship/family bonds. Will get serious and angsty and lonely. ALERT: There will be two versions of this fic, Destiel and platonic. This version (Flight) is the Destiel version. Slow build and mostly pre-Destiel. The platonic version will be called Broken and will be posted later.

Under the cover of a masquerade ball, Castiel has five nights to recover the key to his people's freedom. The world has changed greatly in the six centuries since their banishment into the void, but the task isn't impossible. Unfortunately for Castiel, this is going to involve talking to people - especially the Knight Prince who has taken an interest in Castiel and his "costume" wings. (Destiel Cinderella AU)

Demon/Angel College!AU: Dean is a demon who dislikes angels and Castiel is his new angel roommate at college. Dean finds himself fascinated with Castiel’s wings, much to his own annoyance, which only leads him into trouble. When they become accidentally mated to each other, things get complicated and feelings get hurt, but can it be the start of something good?

After a while, the boy looked up at Grian, “Why are you guys- Why are you so fuckin’ nice? I’ve been here for like half an hour, and no one has gotten angry at me for being a dick, that Xisuma bitch saved my life, and helped me calm down after a freakout- What the fuck? I don’t understand!” He cried, and Grian just let him talk. It hurt to hear, and made him wonder who hurt this kid.His avian instincts weren’t helping either, it was not the time to be trying to take in an abandoned fledgling. It also did not help that between the ugly sobs the kid was making, he could hear the repressed chirps that struggled to pass through whatever barrier this kid had put up to stop any bird-like sounds. ~ (or; hermits - mostly grian - adopt tommy and are totally helpless dorks trying their best)Expect: Slow healing, angst, hybrid intincts (mostly bird)

Dean Winchester’s been camp manager of a science research station on the Alaskan tundra for thirteen years. Dean likes his job; fixing the camp trucks, troubleshooting the generators, keeping clueless undergrads and NSF bigwigs from walking into grizzly bears or getting lost in snowstorms — it’s all in a day’s work. It keeps him pretty busy, and this year his brother Sam's visiting too, so he's even busier. So it’s really not any of Dean’s business when some weirdo antisocial ornithologist sets up a tent a few miles away, a dark-haired blue-eyed guy who’s doing a “very long-term" study on birds or wings or something, and who never, ever takes off his big lumpy backpack. But then the new guy starts dropping by camp for coffee and... well, he’s not officially part of camp; he's not Dean’s responsibility; he’s really not Dean’s problem at all, but when a strange blizzard comes sweeping in, Dean gets worried and goes to check. Thing is, Dean's spent years in the sweeping vistas of the Arctic. He knows all about the midnight sun and the northern lights, the ice caves and avalanches, the rough-and-ready Haul Road truckers and the even rougher-and-readier wild animals. But even so, what he finds is much more than he bargained for.

Tumblr fic I write here. --55. Peggy/Bucky - modern vampire!au"I’ve always liked garlic, too.“ Brooklyn apartments are small, so he’s only a few steps away when he says, "Catch someone early enough after Italian and you can kind of taste it. In the blood.” 56. Peggy/Steve/bucky - WWII vampire!auPeggy does not take well to her turning. 57. Peggy/Steve - Steve leaves a family behindSix months after Steve wakes to an empty bed, not even the heat of Peggy's missing body still caught in the sheets, Natasha pays him a visit. 58. Bucky/Sharon - dark magic!au (+ werewolf!steve)She still craves things that Bucky long ago threw away. 59. Bucky/Sharon - frenemies to lovers “It’s the honeymoon suite and you’re a spy. Live a little, Mrs. Buchanan.” 60. Bucky/Sharon - sons of anarchy au"You going to spend the night on the porch like a guard dog?" 61. Bucky/Ruth - meeting the parentsYou’re pretty sure that’s the night your son is conceived.

Tommy changes in exile, in more ways than one.

Inspired by fanart seen on tumblr, this is an End of Days story, with all the Avengers as Archangels. Tony had always known that he was a special snowflake. He just hadn't realized exactly how special.