#momward

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Imagine Tour!Kat waking up to get ready for work. However, when she nudges Joan, all the girl does is mumble, “Sleepy...” and bury her face further into her blankets.

Frowning, Kat tries again, this time being more persistent (but still very gentle), but gets the same results. Joan was too exhausted to even open her eyes fully. It seemed all that overworking had caught up to her.

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A sequel to last night’s post

Imagine when it’s finally time to wake up, tour!Joan doesn’t want to get up.

Kat chuckles as she gently shakes the girl, brushing hair from her peaceful face, but Joan just whines and clings tighter to her.

“It’s time to wake up, sweetheart,” Kat murmured.

“Mm-mmm!” Joan replied stubbornly, holding onto Kat with all her might. Which wasn’t a lot of might because Joan wasn’t very strong, but Kat let her think she was at that moment by not breaking free from her instantly. “Stay with me....”

“It’s time to get ready for work, Joan.” Kat reminded her gently. “Remember? Work.”

“Noooo....” Joan groaned adorably, digging her face into Kat’s chest. “Don’t wanna go....”

Kat gasped playfully. “What??? Joey doesn’t wanna go to work?! What kind of weird dream is this?!”

“Mmmmmm,” Joan peered up at her with an annoyed expression, then gave the cutest yawn before nuzzling her head back down. “Too sleepy...”

Kat chuckled and massaged her upper back. “How about this, then? I let you sleep for a little bit longer while I get ready first. Then you can rest some more!”

Joan thought it over, then nodded. “Okay.”

“Wonderful,” Kat smiled and kissed the top of her head before sliding out of her weak grip. Almost instantly, Joan cling to a pillow instead. “Sleep well, sweet girl.”

She walked to the bathroom to take a shower, but not before texting Aragon: “Successfully got her to want to sleep!!”

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Imagine tour!Joan getting up for work at four in the morning.

Her rustling around alerts Kat, who wakes up in confusion.

“Joan? What are you doing?”

“‘M getting ready for work.”

Even in the dark, Kat could tell the girl was delirious from exhaustion.

“Honey, it’s four in the morning. Come lay back down.”

“Mm-mmm,” Joan replied. “Can’t. Gotta work.”

“Not right now. It’s still too early.” Kat said. “Lay with me, sweetie. Just for a little longer.”

There was silence, then shuffling footsteps. A small, thin body crawled into the hotel bed with her and she pulled Joan in close to her chest, stroking her hair.

“Good girl,” Kat murmured. “Sleep well, my darling.”

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Baby Mine

[Wing AU; UK Tour]

a short little thing about hybrid!Joan’s five moms hehe

This is Carly!Jane, not Lauren!Jane!!!!

EB owned by @spooner7308

Anya owned by @thenicestnonbinary

Word count: 1363

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Anne had told her to calm down that Monday morning, but Katherine couldn’t. Cleves told her to calm down next, but that didn’t help, either. By the time breakfast was served, Katherine’s wings were jittering so much that she accidentally flung them into some syrup, ruining both her neatly cleaned plumage and Cathy’s pancakes in the process.

  “Okay, love, you really need to take a breath.” Jane said, gently grabbing Katherine’s shoulders. “It’s okay. Everything is okay. Calm down.”

Katherine closed her eyes and tried to take a breath, but then a car honked from outside and her crest shot straight up in alarm. Jane sighed. 

  “You’re going to run yourself ragged.” Jane said.

  “I’m fine when I’m with her,” Katherine said, resettling her crest. None of them needed her to specify who she was referring to, they all already knew. “Something just doesn’t feel right.”

  “Let me guess,” Anne said, “You feel it in your feathers?”

Katherine ruffled her wings and glared at her cousin. “No.” She snapped. “You wouldn’t understand. I just need to get to the theater and then I’ll be fine.”

Aragon tittered. “If you say so.”

Katherine fluffed her feathers and grumbled something. Usually she was actually quite calm during her nesting season, but today was different. She was unusually broody, like her hormones were surging more than normal.

When the time came to finally leave, Katherine burst out of the apartment and flew to the theater in record time. She practically threw the front doors off its hinges when she ran inside, looking around wildly for her chick.

  “Joan?” She cried. “Darling? Joan, where are you?”

What if something had happened to her baby? What if she had gotten hurt? What if she was dead? Oh, she knew she should have come in sooner--

  “Kat?” Joan came out from inside a room, ears twitching.

  “My baby!”

Katherine lunged at the little hybrid, whisking her up into her wings, which were thick with mammary feathers. Joan squeaked, then giggled, pressing against Katherine in a way that made Katherine’s heart flutter.

She had a daughter! Never in a billion years did she think she would have her own chick, but she did! She was a mother!

  “My pretty girl,” Katherine clucked, cupping Joan’s face. She stroked the barn owl feathers on her chick’s cheeks, and Joan began to coo, pressing into her palms. Katherine’s tail feathers wagged happily; she couldn’t help it!

  “Is it nesting season again?” Joan asked.

  “You know it,” Katherine answered with a chuckle. She opened a wing around Joan and began leading her to her dressing room. “I love you, Joan.”

Joan blushed shyly. “I love you too, Kat.”

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On Tuesday, Aragon woke up with the scales on the undersides of her wings soft and a feeling of agitation and protectiveness surging through her. She nearly maimed her blanket when it got caught on her tail, and then just about stuck her claws in Anne’s eyes when Anne bumped into her in the kitchen. She kept growling deep in her throat, and smoke seemed to be endlessly flowing from her nose and nostrils.

And then she arrived at the theater and saw Joan and everything clicked into place.

  “Good morning, little dragon,” Aragon greeted the small hybrid. She unfolded one wing around Joan and pulled her in close.

  “Good morning, Catalina,” Joan greeted back. She pressed into Aragon’s warm wings. “Your wings are so soft!”

Aragon chuckled lightly. “Are they? I didn’t notice.” She tugged Joan in closer so she could wrap her other wing around her, too. “Well. I think you should stay right here. With me.”

Joan giggled. “I think you’re broody.”

  “And I think you’re my hatchling,” Aragon retorted, slightly miffed. She twined her tail with Joan’s fluff ball-tipped one. “So you have to do what I say. And I say you stay in my wings. Which is where you belong.”

There was another tiny giggle. “Okay.” Joan nuzzled into Aragon’s warmth. “I like that plan.”

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Vespers didn’t go through nesting season, but Jane woke up Wednesday morning with a strong maternal feeling flowing through her. She assumed that it was because she had had a dream about Edward, but the feeling didn’t go away for the entire day.

After the show concluded and everyone was leaving, Jane noticed that Joan was still working. She entered the dressing room, making sure to knock on the doorway to alert the girl of her presence. Although their relationship had become better, Joan was still very nervous of her, so she didn’t want to unnecessarily scare her.

  “O-oh, Jane,” Joan turned to her, ears erect, wings tense, tail curled in close. “Umm… Hello.”

  “Hello, dear,” Jane greeted her kindly. She stepped closer, slowly but surely. Joan was so small…the perfect size for her wings. She opened one. “Have you ever been swaddled by a Vesper before?”

Joan shook her head.

  “Come here. Let me show you.”

Joan hesitated, looking anxious.

  “I won’t hurt you, sweetheart,” Jane said in a soft voice. “I promise.”

Another moment of hesitation, and then Joan got up and slowly shuffled over. When she was closer enough, Jane swaddled her securely in both of her wings. Joan gasped.

  “This is what it’s like?” She whispered.

Jane chuckled. “It is. Nice, huh?”

  “Mhm…” Joan mumbled, nuzzling into her chest. “I like this. I like it a lot. It’s so warm and tight and nice.” She sighed softly in pleasure. “Thank you.”

---

  “Oof--”

EB peered down at the little hybrid now stuffed in her wings. Joan blinked up at her in visible confusion.

  “EB?” Joan squeaked.

  “You will not speak a word about this.” EB said, looking forward again like nothing had happened. She fluffed the mammary feathers under her wings and raised her chin haughtily. “And if anyone asks, this never happened.”

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Anya, for one, was shocked when she woke up Friday morning with the undersides of her black kite wings fluffed with thick, warm mammary feathers. In an instant, she knew why this had happened.

  “Oh god,” She said to her empty bedroom. “I imprinted.”

And now she was going through the broodiness of nesting season.

She had been a mother, once. Her babies had been two lovely bundles of fluff, a Northern goshawk Avem and a little brown bat Vesper. But she never got to watch them grow up, never got to watch them fly for the first time or even take their first steps because her husband, a hard-as-nails hoary bat Vesper, had thrown her out simply because of her religion. So she never really got to go through the stages of motherhood.

Was this her second chance?

It was strange in a way. She never expected to imprint on a hybrid of all avians. Not that she was complaining.

When she saw Joan at work that day, a strange itching sensation burned throughout her wings. Her feathers ached to brush against the tender body of a chick, so she, as inconspicuous as possible, walked over to Joan and unfurled a wing around her back. The touch was light, casual, but it wasn’t enough, not for the broodiness.

Joan jumped in surprise at the touch. “Oh! Anya! H-hi!” She wiggled her ears, tail flicking like a curious cat. “Did you need something?”

  “No,” Anya said as normally as possible. She inched her wing in closer, almost getting it to wrap around Joan’s shoulder, trying to play it cool when really it felt like her feathers were on fire. “Nothing. I’m good. Just wanted to say hi.”

  “Oh,” Joan said, then nodded. She then noticed Anya’s wing trying to get around her and stepped back into its fluff.

In an instant, the fire went out and relief surged through Anya’s veins. She swept her wings fully around Joan, hooding her even though she thought she didn’t know how. Clearly she did. Must have been a hen thing.

  “You’re soft,” Joan said. 

  “You’re adorable,” Anya said, laughing slightly. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Five avians sat in a room, all glancing at each other.

  “So,” Katherine began. “How did we all manage to imprint on the same fledgeling?”

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Mother hens will grow an extra set of feathers on the inside of their wings when they’re pregnant to prepare for their young. These feathers are extremely soft, fluffy, and warm and basically turn their wings into two giant puff balls. They grow in because the baby would need to be swaddled and kept warm. The touch of their soft wings is also very comforting.

Any broody hens during nesting season will also grow these extra feathers. If the hen has no imprinted fledge or has no one to fill the space in their wings, the plumage grows itchy and makes them very agitated.

When Starling!Kat first grew in these feathers before nesting season she literally GASPED because she never thought she would get them. She didn’t get a chance to in her past life, after all. And then she SPRINTED to find hybrid!Joan and SLAMMED her into her wings.

Meanwhile, Harpy eagle!Jane is content with butterfly!Kitty in her wings. And phoenix!Aragon gets a fucking moth.

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Imagine tour!Joan snuggled between her two moms.

She’s curled against Kat at the moment, sleeping softly as Kat and Lina watch a movie in the bed.

And then Joan does this BIG STRETCH, rolls over, and cuddles up against Lina.

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Imagine Tour!Kat getting constant nosebleeds.

They happened almost every day, several times during a show, and she had no idea why.

So she goes to the doctor.

Turns out, one do when blood vessels popped due to allergies and they had to cauterize it shut. Which was not fun, but hey, she now gets to say she got piece of her nose burned shut!

Anyway, she returns home to find Joan having an awful panic attack. Like, full on gasping and wheezing, face tinged blue from lack of air, sobbing heavily.

Kat rushed to her and starts to comfort her. When Joan calmed down enough to speak, she said she thought Kat was gonna die. That she had brain cancer or something and was gonna die, just like before. And the poor thing wouldn’t be able to handle that.

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Can we get a scene of Tour!Kitty and Tour!Catalina taking care of Joan, but one being the more strict parent and the other being the soft one? Like in a "mom and dad" kind of way?

"Why did you let her ear soup again???"

"She asked me and she made that cute little face!"

“CATALINA!!!!!!!!”

Lina peeked her head out of the bedroom in the hotel suite they were staring in. She walked out innocently, glancing at Kat, then at Joan, who was eating her ninth bowl of chicken noodle soup that day and listening to music as she worked at the bar table.

“Yes?”

“You let her have soup again?!” Kat growled.

“Yeah.” Lina admitted openly.

“Why?!” Kat yelped. “She’s going to get a kidney stone! AGAIN! She needs to eat other food!”

“At least she’s eating!”

“But she still needs other food! Fruits and vegetables!”

“There’s actually carrot slices in the soup, so...”

“SHE NEEDS MORE!!”

Lina began to laugh at how much Kat was getting working up and Kat glared at her.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Lina said. “She was just too cute to say no to! Just look at that face!”

Kat looked at Joan, and found that she was opening yet another can of soup.

“DON’T GET MORE!!!!!”