Hear me out, what if, WHAT IF, Phastos gifted a pair of like mechanical wings to Angel for her to fly one more time with Ikaris 🥺?
You know what? He definitely would do that.
I hope you like this!
Soar
(Ikaris x fem!guardian angel!reader)
Word count: 2.9k words
Warnings: Angel and her vulgar mouth, words like shit and ass and boobs, tooth-rotting fluff, smidgen of angst, brief mentions of death, some repetitive words (im sorry), affectionate Ikaris!, Angel and Ikaris being the babeys that they are
This is a part of the series Savior (Ikaris x fem!guardian angel!reader) I suggest you read this first before you continue with Soar. Or read this before Savior, idk. Do what you like, I'm not your mom lol
“Take off your shirt.”
You raised a brow at Phastos, looking at him curiously before your face broke into a shit-eating grin.
“Why, Phastos, you’d have to take me out to dinner first.” you teased and saw the Inventor Eternal roll his eyes. You chuckled at his exasperation. “Thanks for the offer but I’m married. And besides, I didn’t know you swing both ways now.”
“I don’t,” he replied shortly.
You grinned again. You walked around his little workshop—well, it was more of a plain generic garage, really. Phastos had no need for those human tools whenever he invented something; he just needed to wave and flick his hand and anything he had set his mind to would be made. Much like you with your powers, only yours were made of brilliant golden light and very limited to handheld weapons, or else they’d vanish once you let go of your fist.
“So, why do you need me here again? Other than to see me topless.” You turned to him, leaning back on a table as you watched him take his spot in the center of room.
“I want to perfect something,” he said. “You can keep your shirt on for the time being. This needs a bit of tweaking before I can have you try it.”
“What is it?” you asked, peering at the disassembled machine that hovered above the both of you.
“It’s… something,” he replied distractedly.
You smiled softly, letting him. Once Phastos was engrossed in his projects, it was impossible to pry his attention from it. You just walked about the place to entertain yourself, looking at the random stuff that were scattered everywhere. There were the usual home tools of grass cutters and wrenches and pliers, with the occasional wooden picture frame that was most likely Jack’s school project and a baking soda volcano took up a spot on the corner. There was a photo of Phastos’s family in one of the wonky frames and a photo of Jack and Ben tacked to the board. A table was cluttered with an unfinished project and another held a little birdhouse, half-painted. The whole room was messy, if not homey, and it looked really nice and domestic.
You turned to look at the little device Phastos was working on and neared it. “What’s it do?”
He shushed you. You made a face at your interruption and watched closely as he took a little piece of something to replace it with something in the something. Really, you had no idea what it was other than it was sleek, V-shaped, gold, and if you held it, would fit the length of your palm.
He did a little more of flicking and twisting and turning his hands before everything fell into place. The V-shaped machine floated before the both of you, bobbing in the air and likely waiting for Phastos’s next customizing.
“Ta-da.” he said with a beam, gesturing to the little item.
You looked at him expectantly, lips pursed. “Okay…?”
He sighed. “I don’t know why I bother with this family.”
“No, no!” You touched his arm, smiling apologetically. “I’d be as excited as you are if I only knew what it is.”
“These are your wings.” he said plainly and you had to blink before you processed his words.
“What?”
“Your wings. Since, you know, the whole fiasco at the beach years ago, I figured you’d want to fly again.” He looked rueful and shy and you knew he was apologetic for being the one to have urged you to try and temporarily blind Ikaris, but only to have your husband kill you for it by clipping your wings.
“It’s not your fault, you know. Ikaris was being a stupid ass then.” you said nonchalantly. “Plus, we needed to stop him from making more really stupid decisions.”
He cleared his throat. “Right. Yes. Well.”
You watched him, smiling to yourself. All of the other Eternals tried not to talk about that time in the beach but you knew it was inevitable. It was part of all of your lives; a test to the bond they had as a family and a clarity for you as to why you were a guardian angel to the most annoying, most pain-in-the-ass Eternal there was. Everyone came out relatively unscathed then—well, you were brought back to life so that counted.
You circled the device, leaning in to look at the little etchings on it. The symbols were a mix of Ikaris’s and yours. “It’s too small to even lift me from the ground.” You looked up at Phastos, smiling bashfully. “I mean, thank you. I’m sure this is amazing but I don’t see how this would work.”
“It would need your cosmic energy to activate it.” he said. “It should only work with your energy signature so no one else could use it.”
“Okay.” Cool. “How do I activate it?”
“Put your mind to it.”
“That’s Druig’s thing,” you deadpanned.
He sighed. You only grinned at him. God, how you loved teasing and riling up everyone in the family.
“How do you usually use your wings? I’d assume you just put your mind to it, like you do when you think about picking up a cup with your hand or kicking a stone with your foot.”
You nodded. He was right on that. “One thing, though?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t see the wings.”
“I don’t know what they look like,” Phastos said honestly. It was true; it had only been Ajak, Ikaris, Gil, and Druig who had seen your wings before they were cut off but they were the most magnificent wings you’ve ever seen.
You turned to him curiously. If Phastos could give you back the very same wings you had, you’d be eternally grateful. Pun intended.
“Are you going to remake them?” you asked gingerly. You did not want to hope. You’ve been used to being wingless for nearly a decade now. To have wings again was nothing short of a miracle.
“Well, you are.” he replied. “Like I said, put your mind to it.”
“Do you work for IKEA? Because your instructions are pretty vague just like their manuals.” You teased. “If I end up conjuring a black hole, it’s on you.”
“Y/N…”
“I’m joking.” You walked over to him and pulled him into a hug, squeezing him as tight as you could. “Thank you, P. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
Phastos patted your back and pulled away, smiling down at you. “So, let’s see how it is. Take your shirt off and turn back.”
You put your hand to the hem of your blouse but hesitated. You looked at Phastos unsurely, not knowing how to explain the many gash and slash marks that decorated your back.
“I’m not going to jump on you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Phastos said when he plucked the device from air.
“Damn. I thought I was hot as hell. Well, there goes my self-esteem,” you teased again. You lifted your shirt slowly, unsurely, and turned back, baring to him your long history with human violence.
“Y/N—”
You flinched at the piteous tone in his voice. You hated it when they pitied you. “It’s ugly, I know.”
“Do they still hurt?”
“No. Only to look at, though.” You cleared your throat. “Can I keep the front of my shirt on? You might see the hickeys on my boobs.” you joked.
You could almost see the frown on his face.
“Were you always this vulgar?” he asked.
“Seven thousand years of life and you expect me to be prudent and demure? Besides, Jack’s in school. I don’t think he can hear us.” You crossed your arms across your chest, covering yourself as you turned to him. “So, what’s next?”
“I’m assuming the two slanted patches of skin were where your wings were attached once?”
“Yeah, the only virgin angel parts in my whole body.”
He groaned. “Y/N, so help me god—”
You laughed. “I’m sorry. I’m nervous. You’re giving me wings. You’re making my dreams come true.”
He sobered, smiling softly at you. “It’s nothing compared to what you’ve done for everyone.”
You shrugged. “Eh, it means a lot to me either way.”
Phastos turned and twisted his hands again, adding a bit more length to the device in his hands. He held it out for you to inspect. “Okay. I’m going to attach this to the base of your spine with these ends,” he gestured to the tops of the V, “connecting to where your wings were once. It should take a few seconds to read your cosmic energy signature before you could use it.”
“Is it going to electrocute me?” you asked as you turned your back to him again. “Because you’d probably forgotten but I’m made of some kind of organic material and I know I’m a good electric conductor.”
“It might sting a little but that’s only because I’m connecting it to your body. You don’t have to take it out ever again, even when you don’t use it.”
Cold, sharp metal tickled your lower back and the sudden sting of metal prongs digging in made you yelp out loud.
“Sorry,” you heard Phastos say.
“Is this permanently attached to me now? Like a classy tramp stamp?” you asked when you straightened.
As you were about to say another quip at your Inventor friend, you felt the surging of cosmic energy through you. It was a cold tingle that ran from the tips of your toes to the top of your head before settling in the two slanted spots of skin on your back. You felt it coming out of you, felt it take shape behind you and, with a bright surge of light, materialized into something that was concrete and familiar.
“Holy shit.”
.
You looked up at Ikaris, smiling when he placed your arms around his neck. You had arrived home just in time for him to come back from his errands and you both made quick work of dinner before coming up to your bedroom balcony. It had become a ritual, to come up there and watch the night sky as it got dark enough for him to fly the both of you.
“You still haven’t told me what Phastos wanted with you today, angel.” He nuzzled your nose with his, placing his hands on your waist and gently swaying you as if in a dance.
“What are you doing?” you asked, chuckling.
Above the both of you, the moon was big and red. A blood moon, you thought. Often it meant chaos and disruption but you found it fitting because it also meant change.
“Interrogating my wife.” he replied cheekily. “And dancing with her.”
You smiled. “I like the dancing part. The interrogation, I don’t think so.”
He nuzzled his nose against yours again. “It’s not much of an interrogation, anyway. You haven’t answered my question.”
You turned your head up and gently pecked his lips. “Why are you so interested to know?”
“You could be plotting something against me,” he teased against your lips.
“Please,” you said, offended. “I don’t need Phastos’s help for that. I’m perfectly fine plotting something against you on my own.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “I’m sure.”
You grinned.
“Was that what you were doing?” he tried again, searching your face.
You winked and kissed his lips again. You felt him smile against you. You placed your palm on his cheek and pulled away to look at him.
“It’s nothing serious, if that’s what you’re worried about. All three of them are doing okay. Jack is doing amazing in school. He got great marks on his test about Greek history today.” you told him. “So, are you going to fly me tonight, lover, or do I have to play twenty questions with you first?”
You felt your feet lift from the floor of your balcony. Ikaris held you firmly by the waist, bringing you easily with him to the skies. You kept close to him, watching as the both of you moved closer to the moon. You passed by the buildings of the Chicago skyline and went through the clouds. You held out your hand, feeling the soft mist of the clouds as it passed though you. You both emerged from the largest collection of clouds, hovering above it as you saw an unobstructed view of the blood moon. Below you, Chicago and its neighboring cities twinkled like earthly stars.
“Beautiful,” you whispered as you looked at the sight before you.
“Yes, you are.” Ikaris whispered back at you.
You looked at him, smiling a soft smile before pushing yourself away from him to freefall back to Earth.
“Angel!” Ikaris yelled in panic, watching as he groped the air to catch you from falling.
You closed your eyes as the air rushed around you with your descent, wetting you with the water vapor held within the clouds. You missed this, missed freefalling back to the earth and flying just as you neared the skyline. You never attempted to do that with Ikaris; you always held on to him whenever he flew you across the city. But now, with Phastos’s invention…
“Y/N!”
You opened your eyes, seeing you were still in the clouds, but Ikaris was nowhere near you. Not seeing him would have scared you on any other occasion but today, you were fine with that. You were more than okay with it, actually, because you wanted to surprise him.
You closed your eyes once again as you activated the device Phastos made for you. The cosmic energy in you swirled deep in your belly; you imagined golden tentacles extending to the far reaches of your toes and your mind and pulling it towards your center before exiting your back. Your mind went back to the day you first saw your majestic wings, to your reflection on the water as it showed the golden lights between your magnificent white feathers of various sizes, and you felt the change in the cosmic energy as it molded itself after your memory.
“Angel! Y/N! Where are you!”
You breathed deeply. The rush of the air was back and it rung in your ears. You were out of the clouds now, out of hiding… and, opening your eyes, you gave a mighty flap of your new wings.
“Y/N—!”
You hovered before your husband, smiling softly as your wings flapped to keep you afloat.
The device had been able to bend your cosmic energy to make your wings; a golden outline of every apex and curve, of the large primary flight feathers to the smaller secondary control feathers, to mark the place where your once majestic and awesome wings were.
The only thing Phastos could not replicate were your feathers. He said that while it was possible to make them, it would be difficult to hide them back when you had no need of it. It would’ve been wonderful to have them again but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. So instead of those, more brilliant light filled the void of the outline. Your once white feathered wings were now made of radiant, golden, cosmic light. It shone brightly and brilliantly, like a beacon that surrounded and bathed you in its luminosity.
For the longest time, you were whole again.
“Angel,” Ikaris said reverently, eyes on your golden wings, a tear falling down his cheek.
You flew to him, wiping away the tear with the pad of your thumb before taking his hand in yours. “Yes, my love. I’m an angel again.”
“How?”
“Phastos,” you said simply and it was explanation enough.
He swallowed and reached out to touch it. Your power buzzed and crackled as his finger traced the shape of your wings. His touch was airy and soft, nearly phantom-like but very much worshipful.
“It’s real,” he whispered.
You nodded and felt your own eyes burn with tears. It’s real, you thought to yourself. I’m flying on my own again.
“Angel,” Ikaris murmured achingly. “My Angel.”
Tears rolled down your cheek.
“I thought—I thought I’d never see you like this again.” He swallowed. His eyes continued to roam and watch your wings. “They’re as beautiful as I remember them.”
“They’re more beautiful now, Ikaris, because it’s made with the same cosmic energy that’s running through you, the same one you gave to me so I could live.” You told him. “You made it happen.”
He pulled your closer to him, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispered with all emotion.
“Thank you,” you said. “Thank you for making me whole.”
You willed your wing to bend and caress the side of Ikaris’s face. The golden light illuminated his face and, in his eyes, you saw all the love he held for you. It was one and the same with the love you held in your eyes. He looked so beautiful bathed in your light, in the same brilliance that you shared with him.
“Ikaris?” you called after a while.
You both had flown hand in hand, cruising the skies as you watched the lights below you fade to black. It was nearly midnight and there was only a smattering of lights in the cities across the state, with some flickering until they died out. The moon moved higher in the sky, shining its redness down on the gray clouds. Against the backdrop of the blood moon, you looked like the Weeping Goddess that you were.
“Yes, angel?”
You watched his face; at the adoring expression he wore on it before you broke away from him. You grinned devilishly.
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