#winged remus

[chibisidesm8]

Winged creativitwins?

I imagined the twins would use their wings as weapons

Remus's wings' tips have some sort of elemental magic (idk maybe ice or crystal?) that his wings can launch at targets (in reference of his throwing stars)

As for Roman, the usual claw at the middle (in reference of his sword)

[pizza-box-raccoon]

Happy Birthday Remus! Rainbow dragon wings, because there’s no rhyme or reason to what he does. ;)

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[willowaudreykeyes]

I’m Afraid, Your Cute And We’re Both Stuck; Let’s Cuddle

@surohsopsisofclouds asked for (red 11) Wings and (purple 12) Spirits from here and I took the ‘spirits’ prompt and just made it into a Haunted House/fears thing and I hope that’s alright

@sparrowofsong​ @5am-the-foxing-hour​ @ladyedwina​

Pairings:  Romantic Intrulogical, Background Romantic Roceit, Background QPR Patmile

Warnings: Swearing, wings, collapsing structure, claustrophobia (fear of tight spaces), mentions of thalassophobia (fear of the ocean), fluffiness, my fear that Remus isn’t in character by the end of this

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Remus

Two stories tall, with dull brick walls and the occasional broken window. A stereotypical haunted house; recommended by Patton of course. If Virgil recommended one, it’d have reviews about a real ghost that made the rooms go cold and maybe a fork being thrown across the room. This place reeks of machinery and fake, money-grabbing tourism.

I glance up at the sound of wings, not fully turning towards it as I’d know my brother and best friend's wings anywhere. Roman has those huge angel wings that everyone swoons over because of their power and fluffiness; while Jan-Jan has awesome looking yellow-green scaled ones that he’s still self-conscious over since they’re often stereotyped to be with ‘evil’ people. 

So now I’m surrounded by winged-ones. Patton’s Puffin wings press tightly against his back as the sound of shattering glass, that’s been happening every five minutes on the dot, while Virgil’s huge Wedge-Tail Eagle wings fluff up despite knowing that it was going to happen again. At least Roman and Janus didn’t react as much, despite it being a shock to them

“You two are being fucking pussies.”

“Language, Em! And the shattering sound is scary… I can’t help it.” Patton should have brought his life-partner with him as it’d be more fun with more people. I guess after the last haunted house that we took Emile to, he wanted to be able to actually sleep this October.

“We’ll go inside soon, Pat. Is Logan here yet?” Oh yeah, that guy that I’m supposed to be meeting. Forgot about him. Virgil and Roman made him sound so boring, but they also made Remy sound boring before I met the guy while he was dealing with caffeine withdrawal. 

My foot sends a small stone flying as Virgil checks his phone; tsk-ing quietly as he starts typing. “He’s inside already. In the upstairs piano room.”

“I thought we were gonna meet him out here?” Oh my god; I’m going to die from boredom and haunt this place for real if I stand out here any longer. So I grab my jacket from the ground, throw it on and quickly slip between the fence bars instead of grabbing a ticket. No one’s watching anyway.

“I don’t care! I’m going in- Bye!”

“Remus! Wait up!”

Happily ignoring Roman, I slip in through an unlocked side door and fight the distant sound of doors slamming by letting my stomping echo through the house as I head upstairs. This place sucks at scares if they’re resulting in slamming doors, but I can probably piss off some employees if I can find one of their hidey holes. And finding this ‘Logan’ and messing with him would be a nice bonus.

Taking a glance into each room -and ignoring the bad jump scares of fake ghosts played by underpaid, teenage actors- I finally find the piano room Virgil mentioned with someone standing at the far end, by the window. Despite the poor lighting, I can tell that he’s wearing a dark blue polo shirt and that his dark hair has been attempted to be slicked back. Perfect posture, hands held behind his back, shoulders tense; I may even be seeing a pair of those fancy black shoes that a lot of the richer kids in the area have. 

I shake my head as I step into the room, followed by an eerie creak in the floorboards. The guy spins around and I manage to see dark eyes behind some glasses before my legs suddenly give way.

One second I see those dark eyes, then the next I’m on the floor with sore arms and a heaviness on my back. A muffled voice, sounding close but layered beneath some kind of fog, gives me the energy to push myself off my stomach and onto my knees before I’m suddenly feeling exhausted.

Those eyes are in front of me again, but this time are a whole lot closer and also no longer as difficult to see that they’re a dark blue; as if the lighting has changed. With a quick glance around, I realise that it has. Because now there’s a broken piano, some splintered wooden pillars, a floodlight that looks like it’s been forgotten about, the walls showing their insides, and a giant fucking hole in the ceiling.

“What the hell...” This guy better have some answers- there’s no way that I should have fallen through the floor. But he looks just as roughed up as me, with some sawdust and a black feather in his now unkempt hair and his tie -who wears a tie to a haunted house?- is hanging around his neck. His huge, ruffled, pitch-black wings of some corvid don’t look injured at least. 

He… didn’t have wings a moment ago.

The guy must have noticed me staring at them, as he motions behind me wordlessly as he stands and brushes himself off. Something twinges in my gut as I turn slightly, only to find myself looking at the dusty wings of a hummingbird. They’re small and rather thin looking, but covered in blues and greens and a few hints of red. They flutter as I try out the new limbs, tearing another part of my shirt in the process. But who cares? I just grew two new limbs.

I’m pulled to my feet, my vision spinning slightly and a tightness in my chest makes it a little harder to breathe. My eyes drift back to the guy in front of me who seems like he’s not as stupefied as I am at what the hell just happened. “Uh… There’s a feather in your hair.”

His eyes widen as he reaches up and runs his fingers through his hair, catching the feather along the way and taking a second to pocket it before nodding slightly. “Thank you.” I hear him taking in a sharp inhale as his wings twitch as they try to stay off the dirty floor. There’s no point as they’re covered in dust and dirt already, but he seems stubborn enough to keep trying. “As unexpected and strange as this encounter was, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Logan Crow.”

“Oh! You’re that guy I’m supposed to be meeting- Wait, your last name is ‘Crow’?” I point at the black masses on his back. “And you have those wings?” His brows dip in slightly; just enough that he looks kind of cute. I wonder what all of his other expressions look like...

“Purely coincidental. And you must be Remus Aurelian-”

Something grinds together, echoing the sounds of wood against metal and of a highly taught string snapping from the pressure. Logan’s wings move so that the joint sits higher than his head, ready to fly him away from danger; if only he actually knew how to fly.

I swallow with a dry mouth as I finally realise how small of a room that we find ourselves in. Not that the small amount of space is an issue. Nor that the room seems to be also empty, besides the useless, broken piano. “We should probably leave.”

“Agreed.” The door to the room is just a maintenance one; small enough to not draw attention to it the other side, while large enough to push through wood or something to fix these pillars. They obviously haven’t done so in a while...

It’s rusted hinges squeak with resistance until one of the screws pops out of place as I manage to push it open. But as I attempt to crawl through, a stab of pain flows up my back and shoulders as my new limbs hit the top of the door frame. I try again, wincing this time as I attempt to squeeze through until I’m dragged back inside by the leg.

“I can’t fit through that! Are you fucking kidding me?”

“If you can’t, I surely can’t either.” Even with my tiny-ass wings that may or may not be able to carry me in the future -something to worry about another time- we’re stuck in here unless we suddenly figure out how to fly. In this small room, with not even a window in it. Just four walls that seem to have gotten closer than the last time I had paid attention to them. “I’ll text message the others, see if they can get the operators of the house to help us.”

Standing up doesn’t help the irregular waves of nausea that continue to hit me, but it’s better than how hard it is to breathe when I’m sitting. “But that’s going to take ages!” Except now it’s both hard to breathe, and I feel like I’m going to throw up. And I feel light headed. And my legs don’t want to hold me up anymore. A deep growl escapes my throat as I kick the stump of the closest broken pillar, making a few extra chunks fly off of it. “Why the hell did they make half of these rooms so damn tiny!?”

I kick it again until a hand sits firmly on my shoulder. It’s weird that I already feel so much for this guy, as anyone else would get an elbow to the ribs for touching me while this nausea keeps attacking me. I move away instead, huffing a bit while also taking in a few deeper breaths. “Are… Remus, do you happen to be claustrophobic?”

“What? Fuck no.” I can almost see Janus raising his eyebrow at me; always somehow knowing when I’m lying. It’s just some stupid fear that everyone thinks that I got over years ago. I can last until someone comes to grab us. Maybe sitting down will help...

“I know that we have only just met, but I will ask if you need comforting right now. And before you say that you don’t need it; you are shaking.” The nausea fades into chills and a heavy stone in my gut as I look at my hands as the ground gets a little closer. I close my eyes, hoping that I can just imagine that I’m outside or in a huge cathedral with furniture and lots of room to run around. My hands aren’t shaking; they can’t be shaking. If Roman or Patton or Virgil- anyone knew that I would turn into this wreck just because I’m in a tiny space, I’d never hear the end of it. Being afraid isn’t… It’s not me.

A comforting warmth makes me jump, sliding me off of my pins-and-needles-filled legs. Something slides in behind me, with one hand on my waist and the other helping my wings fold before I’m pulled into a chest. Logan’s chest. When the hell did he wrap his wings around me? 

“I’m not great at this…”

“It’s cool.” I go to say ‘me either’, but instead decide to relax into him. My chest still hurts and it's still harder to breathe then what I’d like.

“You were crying.” 

“I didn’t notice.” Well fuck. What a great first impression this has been. He doesn’t sound judgemental, and he has his wings around me, so he mustn’t think too badly of me. Probably...

“Are you alright?”

I shake my head, sighing as he adjusts the both of us for a few seconds before he finally seems comfortable. “Don’t tell anyone that this happened. They uh, don’t know.” All of my usual drivel and weird flirts are weirdly vacant from my head. It’s weird since that’s the usual, but it’s not bad. I don’t think I’ve felt this comfortable since I was a kid. “The claustrophobia thing, I mean.” 

“Ah. Of course. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Logan seems shy; that’ll be fun to fuck with later. A distant scream from the haunted house brings his arm further around me, and I definitely get a smug smirk because I know that Roman didn’t get cuddles for weeks after meeting Janus. Logan may be a little awkward but holy shit, I already love this.

It's too quiet though; I can hear how bad my breathing is and it’s making me way too self conscious. “I’m gonna eat a full squid in front of Roman to cheer myself up after this.” He stifles his laugh too. Oh, he really is a shy one! And he doesn’t get grossed out easily from the sounds of it.

“They do have three hearts that could be used to help you scare him, but I’m unsure if they are also edible. It may depend on the species.” He hesitates for a moment, moving his head to look down at me, judging by how he’s moving. Roman did say that he was a nerd, but not about stuff that’s actually cool. “I do know that they use two for their gills while the third sends blood to the rest of the body.”

He stops again, this time tensing up the shoulder that I’m using as a pillow. With a huff, I reach up to pat his face before closing my eyes; getting comfortable enough to try and forget where we are. “Keep goin’, you’re nice to listen to. Got that sexy teacher voice thing going on.”

I’m exhausted, but manage a chuckle after his sputters for a moment. He starts talking once more as the hand that’s wrapped around me lightly tapping a rhythm against my side.

“Oh, uhm, alright. I myself am afraid of the ocean, as we have mapped far more of Mars then it and it confirms that over ninety percent of the world is in the dark, but it is rather fascinating to know that ninety-five percent of life on Earth comes from our Ocean’s-” I get to listen to Logan talk endlessly about cool facts, wrapped in his large wings, while being comforted about some silly fear as we sit inside of a partially collapsed room? I think I could get used to stuff like this.

[magpiemorality]

Could I get “You met me yesterday,” “Yes, and I would die for you. Next question,” with platonic moxiety, please?

Sending this right on into the fantasy AU with Winged Remus and human Patton. The rest is Intruality but you don’t have to read those to read this part!

Warnings: death mention as in prompt, referenced fantasy au violence (mugging)

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Whatever Patton had expected when he’d run away from an angry mob with Remus, it hadn’t been this. He’d hoped, maybe, to find a town to settle in where they could be safe and inconspicuous, avoiding trouble for as long as possible. He’d hoped they might stay together and live happily after, just the two of them. 

He hadn’t expected to be saved from bandits while trying to help a family wagon stuck on the dirt road, by a band of... also bandits- but nice ones!- hiding in their own secret village in the trees. He hadn’t expected to meet the group of misfits that would help them find their footing in a new home, surrounded by people who got it. 

And to think just yesterday they’d been dragged off fighting their captors, and brought here... 

“Hey, baker boy,” Virgil grinned lazily, sitting beside Patton on one of the sturdy wooden walkways, leaning his chest on the rails and gazing out with him at the incredible place they now lived in. “What’s going on in your noggin today?”

Patton shrugged. He turned to look at the other man, wondering again what exactly he was, with his strange purple eyes and the shadows that drifted off him like smoke off kindling. He would build up his courage to ask eventually, but things were still so new and Patton would hate to be rude. “I’m just wondering why you’re all so lovely and kind to us.”

“You’re a good person,” Virgil replied easily, and Patton huffed. 

“Not that I don’t appreciate it, but you can’t possibly know that. You met me yesterday.”

“Yes, and I would die for you. Next question.” Patton blinked in surprise. Was Virgil being seriously about that? He opened his mouth to ask but Virgil beat him to it. “I can tell. It’s just something I know, I’ll tell you about it someday, but you’re the best kind of person there is.”

“Oh,” Patton said, lost for words. Wow. That was a lot to take in. 

Virgil grinned and nudged him gently. “That, and the fact that as soon as you were attacked you ran right over to the kids and tried to protect them, even though their parents were there and your birdman could’ve got you two out of there easily. I know. I was watching.”

“Oh,” Patton said again, touching his cheek as it flamed from the sweet words. “Gosh. Well, I would very much like for you not to die for me. Let’s try and make sure that won’t ever be a circumstance we’re in!” 

“It’s a deal,” Virgil agreed, and they turned back to their peaceful watch together. 

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Deceit: *cleaning out Remus’ wings of loose feathers*

Deceit: And what have we learned, Remus Icarus Sanders?

Remus: To not jump off the roof to try to do a dramatic flying scene because it’s not high enough for me to catch air to fly.

Deceit: Good. *keeps preening the loose feathers out to Ree’s wings*

Remus: *wings floof out when Deceit gets to a certain spot that’s hurt*

Remus: Careful that’s sentitive!

Deceit: Well, maybe don’t swan dive off a three story house next time and I won’t have to preen your wings!

[pizza-box-raccoon]

Bonus:

I’m sure a few of you spotted the matching Roman and Remus Birthday pictures. Here’s a mirror image of both pieces, and a bonus comic thing.

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[magpiemorality]

Love Lifts Us Up, Intruality

Because while chatting with @prox-xima I realised I’d missed a prime opportunity to do some wing fic for their prompt; “I’m scared to love you - Intruality”. So here is take two of that fill :)

Warnings: whatever it’s called when the villagers think a person who looks different is evil/monstrous.

AO3

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"There you are!" Patton cries out as he runs. His bag thumps against his hip but he doesn't care, focused only on getting to his target in as short a time as possible.

He collides with Remus without slowing down, trusting and not being let down by the way the winged man catches him up in his arms, feet planted solidly and barely rocked by the impact. It helps that he beats his great wings just the once to meet the momentum and balance it out, lifting Patton up around the waist and eagerly meeting his kisses.

"You came," Remus say with a crinkly-eyed broad smile. Patton always thinks it's such a nice smile. How could anyone that smiled like that be all the things the townsfolk accused Remus of being? He just doesn't have it in him, Patton thinks, usually wishing he had the backbone to defend his sweetheart openly.

But he's but one big-hearted young man against many ignorant, cynical, insular people; he can't do anything for Remus against that kind of opposition.

He hopes his visits count for enough, instead.

"Of course, you great feathery lump!" Patton protests, laughing. "I even brought special desserts today. I have the day off at the mill tomorrow so I thought I could perhaps... stay the night?"

Remus brightens so suddenly that Patton briefly wonders if it was a new thought occurring to him that had heralded the change, but no- it really is just his suggestion.

"Stay?!" He spins Patton around swiftly, making the young man screech in delight. "I would love nothing more, my sunset. Except for perhaps your lips on mine, just one more time...?" He bats his eyelashes to make Patton giggle, and slowly lets Patton's feet touch the floor again as they kiss again, sweeter and slower than before, unhurried by the limits of time now. "Shall we lay under the stars together? I will keep you warm, these have to be good for something." His wings shrug and flare out a little as he mentions them, the hundreds of glossy brown feathers shining in the late afternoon sun.

Patton reaches out to stroke the backs of his fingers down the silky softness of them. "I would love nothing more," he parrots, stepping back so that he can drop the bag on the floor and crouch by it, pulling out and showing Remus the supplies he'd brought.

"... I love you, dearly," Remus says, still stood up beside him.

When Patton looks up in surprise the man is silhouetted with rays of bright light forming his edges, a vengeful and glorious spirit of the sky. It makes Patton's breath catch but he doesn't- can't- say the words in return. Not yet.

"You don't have to feel the same," Remus reassures him quickly, taking Patton's hand in a delicate hold and kissing it like the gentleman he is. Not the monster he believes himself to be. Never that.

"It's not that I don't, Remus. It's not that at all." Remus just looks at him patiently when he falters, trying to find the words. "I'm just, I'm scared to say I love you. To admit it to myself, for fear of making it something so real I can never live without it again. It's hard enough as it is, back home, without-"

He's gathered into a warm embrace against Remus's chest, wings curling in around him protectively. Out of everyone of course Remus would understand. "I know, my little pitter-pat. I know. I'm scared to love you too. And yet I can't help but do it anyway, because you are you and I will never not be enraptured by every aspect of you."

This is one of the things that had caught Patton's interest most, when they'd first met out here away from the town. The way Remus can spin words into beauty incomparable with such simple honesty, passions spilling untamed from his lips, tantalising in their undiluted way.

They never fail to make Patton sigh, like the lovesick fairy-tale love interest he unashamedly is. "You say such wonderful things!" He cries, mock-cross but blushing fiercely. "How could I compare?!"

"My beloved, you outshine me with every breath. I never think but to-"

"Alright that's enough of that!" Patton interrupts him, kissing him soundly. It's a thrilling and efficient way of cutting Remus off when he gets started. They both win this way.

Unfortunately they both also get very distracted, and as the sunlight caresses their skin and warms them to the bone; they press together, hearts beating in time, like the True Lovers they are.

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[magpiemorality]

Love Lifts Us Up, Intruality +1

A bonus bit for the winged!Remus intruality I wrote yesterday for @prox-xima!

Warnings: referenced murder plot/character death, angry mob, running away, implied death by burning. Hopeful ending!

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Patton runs. 

His heart races so fast he can't hear anything over the beating of it in his ears and he can taste iron in the back of his throat from how hard his lungs are working. 

He runs and runs and runs, flinging himself up the ledge to the cave and screaming for Remus, barely even able to breathe. 

Remus swoops in from somewhere and barely lands before he's grabbing Patton, checking him all over to find his hurt. Patton can't stop sobbing at the sight of him and eventually Remus, confused to not find any limbs hacked off or anything obviously wrong at all, just shushes him, stroking the back of his head, his wings still held high and tense, on alert. 

"You're gonna have to tell me what's wrong, sweet sunset of mine, I'm no mind reader," Remus says gently, with a soft chuckle that's a bit too nervous to be reassuring. Patton's tears don't stop as he lifts his head, expression screwed up in white hot fury. 

"They're coming to kill you, Remus! The whole town! I tried, I tried to tell them the truth of it, because that stupid boy was spreading nasty lies again and I couldn't take one more word and now they're coming to burn the forest until they find you, and take you with it! We have to leave, and quick! Pack your things, I brought mine, then we have to run-"

Remus flaps in alarm. "The whole town? To k-" He droops for a moment before the resignation sets in and he nods. "I'll leave. I'll fly away now, but you can still go home, Patton. You should get back there, pretend you were part of it-"

"No!" Patton steps back, looking at him with the same fury but an added pinch of betrayal. "I won't leave you! You're my everything and what they're doing is wrong!"

"But your parents, sunset, and your friends-"

"Are all carrying torches." Patton lifts his head proudly despite the pain in his voice. Remus has never seen anything so beautiful. "How dare you think I could leave you to be alone, break my own heart in the process, all for the sake of those, those monsters!" 

"Patton," Remus croaks, overwhelmed by emotion for this boy. 

"I love you. I love you. And I feel nothing for them but pity, that they can't let goodness into their hearts enough to see you as I do. We need. To go."

He starts to pack Remus's things for him, shoving what he can into his own hastily packed bag and helping Remus tie the bedroll neatly once the winged man gets with it and joins in. The haste sets in then, despite the fact that there's no real sign of the impending mob. It's perhaps worse, because they have no real idea how long the time limit is. 

In the end they get about an hour away before they townsfolk start their march, up high enough on the pass to look down and see the glow winding it's way from the direction of the town towards the cave in the foothills. Remus is stoic, stone-faced at the sight of what was meant to be his death. Patton is almost the same, apart for the tears still streaming down his cheeks and the occasional sniffle. But they carry their heads high and keep moving, hands clasped tight enough to bruise. They move onwards towards hope and freedom and a better life. 

Together. 

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