#winged!reader

Paring: Scott Summers x winged mutant!Reader

Summary: smut with no plot - Scott discovered his girl's wings is sensitive.

Warrings: smut, wing kink, wing-stimulation, riding, unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, not my gif/picture

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The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the heating and the occasional rustle of the bed sheets. Y/n Laird propped up against the pillows, wings tucked one either side of her body, the off white feathers shimmering gold faintly under the soft light. For a week now, she'd been taking it easy, nursing the injury Scott had fought to protect her from.

I just had that random thought : what if the Reader had powers in the neglect!batfam AU ? Or in a normal AU ?

(TW : Bad english, not my first language)

Imagine a Spider-man!Reader, they got bit on a random wednesday after school, and now they have all this cool spider powers. I like to imagine that they can do all a spider can do (The mutation is strong enough that they create their own spider webs; they develop a kind of spider brain with all the spider instincts; they are very flexible, they have the venom of the spider that bit them; they can stick to walls...)

But not so long after discovering their new powers, they runs into Duke in a corridor. They didn't speak or anything, just walked past each other (they weren't going in the same direction) and Duke has to do a double take because since when is his sibling radioactive ??

And suddenly the Reader, who's not even a vigilante at that point, have all the batfam paying them attention because Duke told them that the Reader was radioactive. And now they have to discover what happened.

Imagine a Reader having mind control powers. And they start to think that they are being neglected because the batfam saw that they were a monster.

So Mind Control!Reader decide to leave and live in the streets, or try to die because they don't want to be a monster. But they are saved before that happened.

Or they become a villain. Always an option.

A Meta Raccoon!Reader. You know, I imagine Chaotic!Reader as a meta raccoon, so imagine them after coming back to life realized that not only they are alived again, but also a meta raccoon.

That Reader will freak out because since when resurrection transforms you into a meta ?? That sure didn't happened to Jason.

I can imagine Meta Raccoon!Reader stalking Jason after that because they think that Jason became a meta like them after death, but no. They will do that with every person that came back from death with the lazarus pit.

I can imagine them, especially if it's Chaotic!Reader, randomly showing up at the league one day to ask Ra's Al Ghul if that was normal.

A Reader with a time power, and they decide to become a Time Traveler. Or a Reader with space powers becoming a Space Traveler.

Once Time Traveler!Reader realized what they can do, they just decide to travel in time to know more about the past and futur, but one day they meet someone in the batfam, probably Dick, in the present and Dick think they are an hallucination because him and all the batfam thought that the Reader was dead.

It was revealed that when Time Traveler!Reader is in another era/age, there is no other me that takes their place, like they originally thought, and the time keep moving, so everyone thought that they were dead.

A Space Traveler!Reader that decide to leave Earth when they discover that they can breath in the space because of their powers and fly and teleport, and a lot of others cool things. They want to live among the stars and see all that the universe had to offer, and they saw their powers as a gift from the universe, a sign that it was their destiny.

So they travel in space, going on Earth only to eat and drink sometimes, because they think that human/Earth food is better than the ones on others planets.

They are reported as missing, and it's only on a random friday that the batfam see them again. If it's on Earth, Tim or Damian are the ones who find them, and if it's on another planet, then it's Batman.

And this Reader don't want to go to the manor, because it's not their home anymore, their home is space itself now.

A Plant Powers!Reader who's adopt by Ivy and Harley. Ivy see someone, a child/teenager like her, and decide to kidnapp adopt them.

I can see that Reader being really happy about it, they are a villain and have a lot of fun in their new life.

Ivy is the one who teach them how to use their powers and Harley always listen the Reader when something's wrong.

That Reader killed the Joker for Harley. After that they are arrested and it's only at that moment that the batfam realized that they fucked up.

A Winged!Reader that grow wings on a saturday when nobody is at the manor.

When they grow their wings, they are alone in their room, their new instincts pushing them to find their family; in most AU when someone grow wings they need their family/packmate, because of the instincts and all. And it's the same here, but because Reader is alone, their instinct push them to leave the manor to find their family/packmate.

It's Superman who found them, I headcanon that Kryptonian also have a similar thing, a sort of instinct that makes them have a pack/group (idrk how to say it; une sorte d'instinct de meute) and that they are very protective when it comes to the young ones.

So he is angry, more than angry, when he learn that this new born bird was left alone when they grew their wings. So he decide to take them, now the Reader is Clark's kid. And he, Kon and Jon, will fight everyone who try to take them away.

And the Winged!Reader is just happy to have a loving family/packmates.

(Could end up in a Superbat fic, bc I can't sse any others ways for the batfam to have the Reader back)

a/n: Hi anon, thanks for the prompt! I've never written winged!reader before, but it was fun to imagine. Hope this fits what you were looking for ☺️

winged!reader x mel

༊*·˚ You first meet through Lest for a one-off consultation. A series of bank robberies takes place in Piltover after the war, featuring a unique strategy—ear-piercing songs that incapacitate the guards in seconds. You’re the first person she thinks to call. 

༊*·˚ You enter the council chambers reluctantly, having lived a quiet life in Piltover since being given sanctuary. Rocking the boat could be risky, but you owe Lest this favor. 

༊*·˚ The minute she spots you, Mel’s heart jumps. You look like an angel, though you hide your wings beneath a specially crafted cloak. Someone like you attracts the wrong attention when your wings are on display, but in this chamber, you are safe. 

༊*·˚ Mel barely holds back a gasp when you sit, and release the cloak from your shoulders—your white and gold wings shimmering in the light as they stretch out behind the chair, before folding tightly at your side with a nervous flutter.  

༊*·˚ She holds her questions until after the meeting, where you’ve secured proper defenses against the songs stealing from Piltover banks. You watch the usually graceful woman be stumped for the first time in her life. So you hang back and give her a chance to compose herself. 

༊*·˚ “I’m sorry for staring.” She says sheepishly. Her first words directly to you. She shies from your amused gaze before continuing. “I’ve just never seen someone like you before. I’ve seen a lot of things, but not an angel walking among us.” You chuckle. “Cute. Very cute, Miss Medarda. But I am no angel. I can perform magic and miracles to rival them, but I am no saint.” You give her your name. 

༊*·˚ Your relationship develops slowly, as you’re cautious of getting so close to a high-profile figure. But Mel is irresistible.

༊*·˚ She asks about your past, the life you led before landing in Piltover. She does not push when painful memories consume you. 

༊*·˚ She encourages you to speak of your culture, the nearly extinct bird vastaya clan you were born from, and the life you fled from in Ionia. You share nostalgic stories about your homes and the people you lost there. Bonding over the constant homesickness.

༊*·˚ The first time you let your wings breathe around her, Mel is stunned to silence. On the couch of her lavish apartment, you trust her to witness you in your full form. She watches with keen interest as you unfurl them from the cloak and cast the thing aside.

༊*·˚ Your wings are large, majestic as they span the couch and beyond her. You stretch, a side effect of long-term confinement, causing the light to bounce off the gold tips in a wondrous display. Bird-like wings that twitch and shudder in reaction to your emotions as you read alongside her. She's mesmerized.

༊*·˚And then you take it a step further.  “You can touch them. Just the top parts….for now. The underside is quite sensitive.” You confess with a blush. Her delicate hands are so gentle as she caresses your large wings, relishing the ripples of pleasure when she hits the right spots. Trailing her fingers down the hues of whites and gold that enchant her. “Thank you, love, this is a privilege I’ll never take for granted,” Mel promises.

༊*·˚ Her apartment slowly but surely becomes a haven. Your feathers find their way into every nook and cranny of her home. Mel is secretly delighted. 

༊*·˚ When you molt for the first time around Mel, she nearly has a conniption. The discomfort is maddening, but through every moment she’s there to help you remove those old feathers, whilst secretly storing them for later. 

༊*·˚ Mel ends up with a collection beneath her bed, alongside trinkets from her childhood sit a box of your finest feathers. You clown her for it when you finally move in, and in an effort to hide your own keepsakes, stumble across the horde.

༊*·˚ When you share a bed for the first time, a problem develops: no matter how tightly you pull your wings to your side, they end up splayed across the bed the moment you fall asleep. Pushing the covers, flopping over Mel, and causing a host of issues she laughs off.

༊*·˚ It's a miracle Mel has such a large space, as you encounter quite the challenge cohabitating.

༊*·˚ Your wings nearly knock her over. If you're unaware, walking through the apartment with a snack or on a mission to find your misplaced book, you hear her squeal of surprise as wings smack across her face or smack her into something. You apologize profusely and snatch them back, but she coaxes them out once more.

༊*·˚ Many times they knock off buckets of paint during your mid-paint session cuddles, but the goddess of a woman doesn't mind. Mel simply smiles and holds you closer.

༊*·˚ On her birthday, you allow her to paint your feathers with washable paint as a treat. She chooses a series of sunset hues that she masterfully applies. Your eyes widen with wonder every time you look in the mirror.

Winged!reader holds the place as Damian's father but not blood related since I believe that Winged!reader faked mecha man's desth after Winged!Reader left the league when Damian was handed over to Bruce but Damian NEVER seen Bruce as his father since whenever the term father comes up it's always Winged!reader and Bruce is more distant than Winged!reader.

But after winged!reader gets a call from Damian and it's him near tears after landing in the nearest airport and the next thing anyone at SDN knows is that there is a child sitting next to Winged!Reader and everyone is weirded out at how similar these two look but turns out it's just a coincidence since they're not related and Damian takes after his mother in looks (Mikel Janin style).

Before I begin:

I’ve just had a LOT of ideas for this one OC I’ve crafted. I guess I just want to write a bunch of my favorite headcannons/prompts in my head. So I think I’ll be posting little drabbles about different happenings. They’re all part of the same story, the same people and same relations. Guess I just wanted to share this character with you :)

There’s a bit of everything, some fluff, some angst, some rambling. All from different times too. I don’t know what order I’ll post them, or if it’ll be clear when they happen. It’s more of a personal thing, just wanting to get my ideas down and being able to share them. I guess it also helps me develop the character and story a bit more.

I think I’ll have this post be the “headcannons” list post, but I will put links to other oneshots/drabbles with the prompts if/when I post them. And I’ll probably update this post as I add more oneshots that weren’t originally on the list :)

Please also understand that these updates will be random, I’m not the best with sticking to projects, let alone have much time to work on this. But I’ll be chipping away at it. Thank you guys for reading and keeping up with me! Anyways, on with the post!

Mel Medarda x You

Meeting back when she was first cast out of Noxus by her mother.

You’d been on your own journey to Piltover, ultimately running into Mel’s transport. It also just so happens to have both of you guys enemies trying to track you two down. It’s a whole thing that the two of you bond over, given you’re now stuck together. In the end, you part ways, Mel joining Topside and you disappearing into the Undercity.

You acquire your wings during your time in the Undercity. It wasn’t the most… pleasant experience.

The addition of your wings gives birth to a new persona, a new purpose for you: King Raven. Silco and the Chem-Barons fucking hate King Raven.

Meeting with Mel again (S2). You finally catch up with her, getting to know her once again.

When the two of you have downtime, she’ll preen your feathers. It’s one of her favorite activities with you when you’re both lazing around.

Draping a wing over her shoulders if she’s cold. Wrapping both of your wings around the two of you when you hug her. Using your wings to protect her.

Her mother hates you. Despite witnessing you protect her daughter, she refuses to believe in you, trust you, like you, accept you. This leads to conflict with the warlord. Especially when she discovers that Mel has disappeared.

If you’re hurt, Mel always tends to your wounds, no matter how much you try to fight her on it.

“It’s just a scratch, Mel, I’m fine—“ you protest, though your wince gives you away as she touches the wound.

It’s clearly worse than ‘just a scratch’.

“Just shut up and let me take care of you.” She manages to persuade you, sitting you down on a chair so she can mend your wound.

An ask from anon: * At the end of your HC with Mel, you mentioned that Reader and Mel see each other after the fic with Ambessa. So, and hear me out, Singed turns Reader into a giant monster to fight in the war‼️

summary: the first superheroes, the soldiers out of time, the worst troublemakers of the avengers. steve rogers, james barnes, and (y/n) (l/n) have many titles. but before they became national heroes, they were an inseparable trio on the streets of brooklyn.

relationships: steve rogers x winged!poc!reader x bucky barnes

total wordcount: 77k

warnings: cussing, violence, the angst that is bucky’s time in hydra, mentions and references to racism, misogyny, and homophobia, idk pining?

this series is complete!

(pictures are not mine!)

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part i- until the end of the line?

“we were children thrust into a war. and once it ends, what will we become?” -unknown

it all begins with a pinkie promise

part ii- the star-spangled man with a plan

“i’m fed up to the ears of old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in” -george mcgovern

local asthmatic does something very stupid immediately after being told not to

part iii- not without you

“show me a hero, and i’ll write you a tragedy” - f. scott fitzgerald

are you ready to follow captain america into the jaws of death?

part iv- the train and the plane

“i don’t know who sold the homeland, but i know who paid the price” - mahmoud darwish

in the span of weeks, you lose everything

part v- the captain, the winter soldier, and the angel

“you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame. i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name.” - a.j (via ddaredevil)

who are you?

part vi- the man on the bridge

“in nostalgia, there is no difference between a day, a year, a decade, or a lifetime, because the amount of longing is beyond the idea of time.” - gibran khalil gibran

the fall of hydra and shield, and the rise of something beyond the winter soldier and the angel of death.

part vii- the apartment

“when does memory end and love begin? all i know is- she loved him before she remembered him.” - ritika jyala

even as you and bucky go on the run, the trio can’t stay apart for long.

part viii- mission report

“if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent” - farouq jwaydeh

an airport, a quinjet, and 13 superheroes kicking the shit out of each other. what more could you want?

part ix- freefall

“i wish i had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.” - brian andreas

so the avengers are stuck in the compound while the world fights over the accords. great time to pine over your best friends!

part x- the letters

“i’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, i am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here” - l.m. dorsey

you aren’t quite ready to face the subject of the letters. but your boys will wait as long as you need.

part xi- the raft

“after all these years of bearing this pain alone, all i want is for you to hold me, and maybe put me back together again” - sarah doughty

normalize blaming thaddeus ross for every single problem in the world

part xii- the bed, the mirror, the couch

“show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and i will show you how it still shines like gold” - nikita gill

three times when everything seems right

part xiii- healing

“a monster is not such a terrible thing to be” - ocean vuong

good friends, the history channel, late nights in bed, and two bowls of fruit become the foundations for growth.

part xiv- the calm before the storm

“one day, you and i are gonna wake up and be alright. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day. one day, i promise you” - fisher amelie

the road to recovery begins

part xv- the canyon

“to me you are the desert and the sea and everything secretive” - ingeborg bachmann

a well-needed vacation is taken

part xvi- the storm

“i want you to always remember me. will you remember that i existed, and that i stood next to you here like this?” - haruki murakami

you just can’t catch a break, can you?

part xvii- dust and blood

“if you must die, i’ll envy even the earth that wraps your body” - albert camus

“not without you”… right?

part xviii- the time heist

“am i supposed to be grateful to have survived this?” - brenna twohy

five years go by but you’re stuck in place

part xix- the endgame

“just because you are soft doesn’t mean you are not a force. honey and wildfire are both the color gold.” - victoria erickson

the shield, the gun, the bow

part xx- until the end of the line.

“i knew i did from that first moment we met. it was… not love at first sight exactly, but familiarity. like: oh, hello, it’s you. it’s going to be you.” - mhairi mcfarlane

It's alright. I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy your works. (If you haven't checked her out she writes some really great stuff, I would highly recommend taking a look!)

Risk Everything To Save You

Oneshot Contains: Winged!Grian, Winged!Reader, Fluff, Near Death Experience, Reader Being Shot (accidentally), Brief Description Of Injuries --------------------------------------

Flying. Oh it was one of your favourite things in the world to do. You were one of two on the server to be gifted wings, meaning you didn't need an elytra to fly.

The other winged hermit was Grian, who you were close to. Very close. In fact the two of you had been in a relationship for some time.

Despite this the two of you didn't get to fly together very often. You worked on separate projects, which took up a lot of time. Other than that your time together was spent grounded, around the house or with friends. Flying together wasn't something that happened often.

So days like today were special. Ones reserved specifically for the two of you to fly together. And, as always, it was heaven.

You've already been up in the air with him for almost an hour, messing around, racing, doing tricks. It was fun, just like it always was.

But today something had gone wrong. There had been a few hermits brushing up on their bow skills. Grian didn't know about it, neither did you.

All it took was one arrow. Out of the sky you fell.

Falling was never something you enjoyed. With flying there was so much control, so much precision. You can't remember the last time you fell.

Now it's all you can think about. The wind rushes past you, the air unforgiving as it whistles in your ears, offering you no resistance, no comfort.

As you fall faster and faster toward the ground Grian gains more speed. His arms are outstretched, he shouts for you, but you can't hear him.

You're scared.

You must be close now, your adrenaline hides all pain from the arrow wound. What's coming will be so much worse.

The wind stops howling, you find yourself in complete silence. Weightless. Yet still so aware of what is to come.

Except it doesn't, no. You feel no impact, no pain. Nothing. The world is dark for while. But, gradually, the silence lifts.

You can hear people in the distance. Searching for them is hard since you can't see. Their voices get louder as you search.

Suddenly there is light. You can feel. Something has changed.

You're laid on a soft surface, there is a familiar pressure on your hand. One that's comforting. That reminds you of home.

"You're home. You're safe. I'm going to look after you." Grian's voice is clear and close. He isn't far away.

You want to call out to him but you still feel so heavy. You hear a knock, footsteps. Someone else is here.

"Is Y/n okay?" Another familiar voice. Mumbo. "They're injured, recovering. An arrow that close to the base of the wing could have been fatal. Let alone the impact they nearly had."

"I heard, you caught them just in time." He caught you. Grian caught you. He risked himself for you.

"It was close.. I nearly didn't have time. I'm glad that at least they were unconscious at the end, they didn't have to feel it." You can tell he's upset. His thumb rubs your hand slowly, you can feel a small drop land beside it.

His thumb wipes it away. It hurts you to know Grian is crying. "I was so scared Mumbo." He whispers, "I thought I was going to lose Y/n. I couldn't let that happen, no matter the consequence for me. I can't lose them."

He cries more now, thumb no longer moving across your hand. You have to let him know you're okay.

With any strength you can pull together you squeeze your hand, it takes a tremendous amount of effort but you manage. Even though it's not much it's enough, Grian sniffling as he realises what has happened.

"Y/n?" He asks, you hear him lean closer. You focus on gathering as much energy as you can, managing to slowly open your eyes. You can't open them fully, but you can enough to see his face.

His eyes are red and puffy, hair a mess. His face is scratched on the left side. You can't see any other injuries now but you know there has to be more. "Grian." Your voice is hoarse, having not had anything to drink in a while.

But it doesn't matter. Grian tears up again, a smile breaking out on his face. "You're awake. I'm so glad you're awake." He sobs.

"I'll go tell the others." Mumbo says, you see Grian nod, but his eyes stay on you. He reaches over to the side, his hand coming back into view holding a glass of water. Sure enough he has more injuries, small cuts and a number of bruises. He must have landed on his left side after he caught you.

Realising you don't have the strength he helps you to drink, something which feels so good after going without it.

"You have no idea how worried I've been. I haven't left your side." He states, now rubbing your hand once again. "I knew you weren't gone. I caught you in time. But I was so scared it might still happen."

You can't imagine how it must have been for him. One minute you were flying beside him, the next you were plummeting to the ground with no control. Even though he caught you you were still injured, still unconscious.

But if it wasn't for Grian you'd have ended up a lot worse. Potentially with no hearts left at all.

"Thank you." You manage to say, which causes the winged man to laugh quietly. "You don't have to thank me, Y/n. I love you. I love you and I wasn't going to let that be it. I couldn't lose you. I'm injured too, yes, but you're here, you're safe. I couldn't ask for any more than that." His eyes are soft, his smile genuine.

Summary: In a compromised situation, help comes to Bucky and he really thinks that his prayers have been answered and that an angel had been sent to him

A/n: So, this is just part of something that I've been thinking about for a while now. If you guys want, I can do a part 2 or even a prologue about what happened before this. I've got a lot of ideas for this.

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The years he had spent training trying to forget his grief and sorrow has made him stronger. At one point, Steve had to force him to slow down before he breaks himself, reminding him that things have been just as hard for the team as it has been for him.

You were, after all, a part of the team before you and Bucky got serious.