#winged character

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.

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Gaze upon our protagonist once more:

(Also no pressure to add/comment if you don’t wanna, especially since it’s a long one, just wanted to share the ideas somewhere lol)

Whumpee:

- Classic clipping of the flight feathers

-Taking it a step further by pinioning them instead (basically done to some domestic geese, where it’s cut from alula/sorta equivalent to last ‘finger’ bone)

-Eh, but getting it precise is a lot of effort, just breaking therm’s simpler

-Plus, healing permanently wrong, and especially if there aren’t professionals available will probably stay that way (wings are pretty delicate tbh)

-Painfully binding wings to the body, preventing them from being spread. Maybe from Whumper, or maybe to *hide* from Whumper and pas off as someone without wings

-Being restrained by wings! Stabbed to pin to a wall, or trapped under smth, or yanked by Whumper. More leathery/bat wings also gives much more surface area for stabs!

-Going on with the bat wings, more surface area for burn branding, forced tattoos, or even ripping/cutting in a pattern to both limit flight+look ‘nice’ (like, for ex making it look like lace)

-Pulling out the claws of bat wings, also, more ‘fingers’ to chop off/break as punishments!

-If it’s not smth Whumpee already had, then insane back and shoulder (or hip, depending on where wings are) pain as the wings grow. Potentially slowly, or maybe immediately tearing through their back, either way works

-Maybe if wings after a cocoon thingy, not being allowed to dry them/getting permanent damage as soon as they get out, never having the chance to truly spread their wings

-Forced to de-feather their own chopped-off wing for Whumper to cook

-Wings being torn/chopped off and proudly displayed as decoration by Whumper…maybe the bones displayed or worn after cleaning the meat off, feathers and scales worn as jewelers or sewn onto clothes, maybe it’s like an insect display thing, maybe it’s preserved as is.

*bonus if maybe Whumpee’s forced to wear smth made from their own wings

-Whumper running their fingers through the feathers despite (or *because*) of Whumpee’s discomfort (bird wings are usually only for rlly trusted flock mates to preen)

-Attempting to fly off but having a wing skewered/shot midair, dropping back to the ground

-Pin feathers when molting (itchy, bloody if taken out too early, risk of permanently messing up the new feathers)

-Wings heavy with water or caked in grime, leaving them unable to move much, drooping and dragging behind them

-Curling up, covering self with own wings for any sense of safety

-Trying to make them self look bigger than they are to make Whumper back off, which doesn’t work

Whumper:

-Have you *seen* angry pigeons/doves?? Those wings can back a punch- there’s even a type of duck that has *literal spurs* at their wings joint to use for fighting

-Restraint!!! Can be used as another pair of limbs to pin Whumpee down, leaving hands free for stuff needing more dexterity

-Alternatively, using hands to pin and doing the cheek touch thing with wing joint; this has added bonus of making them feel more isolated/trapped, since wings would block more of their line of vision

-Bat wings = more claws to scratch or just threaten with

-Chasing Whumpee down! The terror as they think they’re far enough only for the shadow of Whumper to pass over. The whoosh of air *right* before Whumper swoops down

-Alternatively, transport! When high up, they could carry Whumpee, and the risk of both dying if they fight back to keep them in line

-Dangling them over high places as a threat, letting them fall only to grab them again, over and over to show they’re in control

-A convenient ‘tent/curtain’ to conceal what they have with them as they approach, keeping Whumpee on their toes

-Holding them close, especially if already tied up

-If it’s dark and Whumper has moth wings, can put glow in the dark or reflective ‘eyes’ on both sides. Maybe to make Whumpee think there’s more Whumpers, maybe to keep them on edge cus can’t tell when facing away or not, maybe to make fun of them by pretending to be some kind of big animal before revealing themselves

Caretaker:

-Hugs!! I imagine wings, especially the feathered floofy ones, would make great hugs <3

-Cuddles! Whumpee falling asleep in their wings

-Using as a tent/curtain to help ground Whumpee when everything gets overwhelming

-That protective arm thing, but wings instead

-place for Whumpee to hide/feel safer

-That cheek touch thing in a more comforting context

-Protecting from the rain or smth that was thrown

-Maybe if it’s a Whumpee who hasn’t seen/ used to wings before, maybe their fascination with pretty wings could help them feel less threatened by caretaker when first meeting

-A long limb to gently reach out without getting too close, having Whumpee space and the choice of wether to take the offered wing or not

-Gifting shed feathers or scales

-Literal swooping in to help Whumpee, maybe from a fall, maybe from Whumper, maybe from an uncomfortable situation

-Maybe flying with Whumpee to show them a nice view (stars, clouds, sunset/rise, mountains, etc)