Of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas: Winged World Fanfiction (Introduction)
Summary: (Alpha!Loki x OFC) Book Two after A Painter's Embrace
After years of searching for his fated mate, Loki, Prince of Asgard, never imagined he would find his omega in the first town he visited after arriving at the Shield weyr. However, finding her was only half the problem as Evangeline was hesitant to accept his suit and his protection.
After years of holding her own, chasing off every suitor who came sniffing around her home, and doing her best to present herself as eccentric and undesirable, she found herself saddled with a prince who found her ways charming and not off putting at all. But Evie's secrets are vast, and her hold on her weyr tentative.
She knows she cannot escape fate, but will succumbing to Loki's charm bring the help and protection she so desperately needs, or will it leave her heart in ruins? - Complete
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And here it is! The very first part. This story is full AU, so despite some familiar elements it does not follow the plot of any of the movies at all. Mallory is the current M. Vesper got killed by bad guys for simply being Bond’s lover instead of betrayal and suicide. And (almost) everyone has wings.
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(The wings are magical to an extent but there are no magic in this universe. They also do not resemble birds or angels, although poetic comparisons are frequently made.)
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When Q saw 007 for the first time at the National Gallery, his first thought was: you've got to be joking.
He had expected someone lean and sharp, perhaps a bit wan, with meticulously cleaned feathers and the air of a tired soul stubbornly clinging to life. 007 was one of the oldest agents after all, and had almost literally just come back from death. Q was no stranger to prickly operatives. He figured he’d go in with his usual barbed wit, preen and fluff a bit to establish his newly acquired authority, then hand over the equipment and that would be that.
He did not expect to stand frozen at the entry of the large room to stare at what must've been one of the most magnificent set of wings he’d ever seen in his life. They were large and robust, spanning half the length of the bench even folded, and was a white so bright they practically glowed. A smattering of golden yellow downs adorned the shafts. A shade brighter than the man’s blond hair, they perfectly matched the streak of color on the tips of each feather. The other patrons – there were few, as it was the middle of a rainy afternoon – were all either surreptitiously or openly staring. Why did M choose such a public place to meet a man like this was beyond him.
His prepared quip about old warships and inevitability of time died in his throat. Sitting there, still as a statue, 007 could've passed for one of the museum’s installations. Something provocative about the fall of man and the innocence of angels. Q felt small all of a sudden, his own dull brown wings fluttering nervously against his rail-thin frame. He clutched the equipment case tight against his chest as he forced himself to walk forward. The sooner this meeting was over with, the better.
When he sat down he was careful not to let their wingtips touch. It was a bit difficult considering their size, but the agent turned in accordance, adjusting his body so he faced Q at an angle. He gave the Quartermaster a thorough once-over, taking in the rumpled anorak, the black case, the customized watch. Q steeled himself before looking up, directly into eyes so blue that they put a clear autumn sky to shame.
“How in the hell did someone like you land such a promising career in espionage?” Q blurt out.
The agent started. Quickly he scanned around them, at attention and alert, but relaxed once more when he found the room suitably empty. His wings twitched, reflecting a cascade of light that contrasted sharply with the navy hue of his tailored suit. Q found his gaze being involuntarily drawn to the feathers again. He immediately wrenched his gaze back down, but it was not fast enough to escape the other’s notice.
“Q, I presume?” the agent said, his voice a pleasant rumble. There was a quirk of a smile hanging on his lips as they shook hands. Q felt a shiver slither down his overly taut spine.
“007,” he acknowledged. “Apologies, I really was not expecting…your files are woefully inaccurate. I should get that looked into once I get back.”
“Which ones?” the agent asked.
“Pardon?”
“The files. Which ones did you access?”
“All of them,” Q answered. “Including the one on the private server in the Chief of Staff’s office. I’m aware of necessary vagueness for the sake of security but this, is perhaps a bit too off.”
That earned him a chuckle. 007 shifted, then unfolded his wings to their full extent. Their raw power dominated the room as the feathers expanded around them. Q heard multiple instances of halting footsteps and a badly disguised gasp. Show off, he thought, although it was working flawlessly.
At that Q looked down. “What about it?” he started to ask, then saw that something was stuck to its beveled side. It blended perfectly with the grooves along the outer ring, and only stood out because Q had built the watch himself and knew every nook and cranny. If this were an off-the-shelf model he would not have noticed at all.
He lifted his wrist and carefully removed the small metallic object. It was a tracker, one of R’s designs, and the very same that was assigned to 007 in the mission that resulted in his supposed death. Q-branch had written it off as a loss. Now not only did it turn up whole – albeit nonfunctional – but it had ended up on Q’s wrist without an inkling of his knowledge. Hell, he’d never even seen the agent move his arms aside from the brief handshake, and that was with his other hand.
“How – when did you –” he stammered. The agent smirked and again fluffed his wings, and Q suddenly realized he had either been resolutely staring or resolutely not staring at the wings that he completely missed what the agent himself was doing. 007 had plenty of opportunities to plant whatever he wanted. The fact he picked a small target like Q’s watch was just to accentuate the point.
“Tell me more about my promising career in espionage,” 007 goaded.
It took all of Q’s effort not to whack the man in the face with the equipment case. He stood up in a huff, feeling like an utter idiot. The agent was wearing the same smug expression as a cat in a cream jar. Q wanted to tell him off, and barely managed not to.
“Here,” he spat, thrusting the case into the agent’s broad chest with a heavy thump. “Do try to return them in functional conditions this time.”
“Not going to tell me what they are?”
“It’s a gun and a radio. Standard issue. Your e-tickets have already been sent to your mobile. Good day, 007.”
There was nothing he could do to hide his agitation as he walked away – his wings were fluttering like mad and 007 had a full view of his back. But he could at least keep the agent from seeing his irate expression. It didn't help that he reached the entrance at the same time as a crowd of schoolgirls, who all stopped chatting abruptly to stare at the man in the room. Q groaned.
If this was the indication of things to come, well, work was going to be absolute hell.
My first wings!fic, hope you like my take. It’s been a ride, people.
Regularly schedule programming returns Dec. 5th.
Word count: 934
Warnings: Fluff. So fluff.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader
People’s wings made you realize how beautiful their eyes were. Maybe not all people felt that way, but with everyone’s wing color being the same as their eye color, you thought it brought out those colors more clearly in their eyes.
Take Tony’s wings, example. Shades of deep, warm brown tinged with gold. Some people might have overlooked the gold in his eyes if not for his wings.
Or Steve’s wings, with his feathers in shades of blue ranging from royal to sky. You’d have to be close to him to see the variations in his eyes, but even up close you might have missed them if not for his wings.
Thor’s wings were pretty awesome, too. His body had adopted his new eye that Rocket gave him as its own, and now he had one wing in ocean blues and greys, and one wing in various shades of caramel and sand.
The prettiest wings you’d ever seen, though, were definitely Bucky’s.
Really, no one would have been scared of him as the Winter Soldier with such pretty wings. That’s why Hydra had dyed them a threatening black. Years free from their control had his wings long since back to their natural color, and they were stunning.
Ice blue, seafoam green, and soft cold greys blended together with a tinge of iridescence. Some feathers were almost white, others vibrantly colored, all created the most striking tapestry of feathers you’d ever had the privilege of seeing.
And all he wanted to do was hide them.
You understood his desire to make himself smaller, take up as little space as possible, really you did. He couldn’t do that with his wings carried any way other than pressed closely against his back. There was still a (rather significant part) of you that longed to see them spread fully, see the full beauty they carried, but his comfort level around you wasn’t there yet.
Time to change that.
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“Hey, Bucky,” you said with a smile, flopping down on the couch next to him and draping your wings over the back. “What were you gonna watch? Movie, show, blank TV screen?”
The recovering assassin’s eyes shot to yours, surprise and a bit of uncertainty lurking in their depths. You absently wondered if any of the silver you were catching glimpses of was in his wings, or if the iridescence covered that.
“I-I wasn’t watching anything,” he finally said when you just kept smiling. “I was just thinking? I mean, I can go if you wanna watch something, I don’t want to be in your way…”
You shook your head and waved him back into his seat as he started to get up. “No, no, don’t let me chase you off. This is your home as much as it’s mine. Is it okay if I turn something on?”
At his tentative nod, you grinned and settled yourself in. “JARVIS,” you declared, “Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, if you please.”
Around the scene where the soldiers were trying to break Spirit, you started to wonder if maybe this movie was a bad choice as Bucky was worrying his bottom lip and clenching his hands, but his delight when the stallion broke free made you relax back into the couch. You spent the emotional waterfall-to-train-ride scene crying too hard to worry about what your companion was thinking, but by the end of the movie you had a sleepy and apparently emotionally wrung-out soldier on your hands.
“All right, Bucky baby,” you cooed softly to the former assassin draped boneless across the common room couch. “Time to get you to bed, sweetie.”
“Don’t wanna move,” he grumbled with the cutest pout you’d ever seen. “Too comfy to mo–” He was cut off by the biggest yawn you’d seen in a while, and you had to stifle a giggle at the sight.
“Upsie-daisy,” you encouraged him, pulling on his arm. “Let’s get you to your room.”
With much pouting and grumbled complaining, Bucky stumbled to his feet and leaned heavily on you as you dragged him towards the elevators. By the time you’d reached his and Steve’s shared floor, he was draped across your back between your wings, his own wings relaxed enough they were starting to slip around your shoulders.
Once you’d dragged him into the bedroom he slowly shifted his weight off of you. You turned around to guide him to the bed and froze as he yawned again and stretched out his arms, his wings extending as well when he did.
Your assumption had been right; they were breathtaking. Pale blues and pastel greens and light greys and yes, there was some silver in there too. Without even realizing you did it, your wings snapped out and presented to him.
He froze when he realized what you’d both done, eyes locking on yours. You could feel the heat in your cheeks from a blush that probably matched his. The silence was awkward as neither of you moved, but Bucky was the first to break it.
“Your wings are beautiful, doll.”
“Not half as pretty as yours,” you replied, feeling your blush deepen.
Bucky hesitated for a moment, then reached for your hand. “Would you… I have a hard time sleeping alone, and since Steve’s gone… would you stay with me?”
You nodded and tugged him gently to the bed. “I’ll be here as long as you need me.”
That night, with the most beautiful wings in the world wrapped around you and the breath of a sleepy super soldier against your forehead, you slept the best you ever had.
Coming Home (Masterlist)(Wings!Fic with Alpha!Tony)
Welcome to the Story! This is Part Two of BROKEN, and picks up directly after Broken ends. This is a Wings!Fic, with ABO Dynamics, featuring Alpha!Tony and the team as a Poly-Pack. This is a story about healing and family and love, and how Coming Home means being welcomed with open arms regardless of how hurt you are.
Buckle up for some rough times, but stick around for the Happily Ever After!
When Tony is kidnapped in Afghanistan, it takes the team three months to find their Alpha and bring him home.
But Tony doesn't seem quite right anymore-- he locks himself in his lab obsessing over building these new suits, hides his damaged wings and scarred chest beneath layers of clothing, and feeling like a failed Alpha, he wont let the Omegas anywhere near him- especially Bucky.
The family comes together to show their Alpha that he is not broken, just hurt, and they don't care about his wings or the arc reactor that has changed his scent, but Tony isn't listening.
Drowning in his depression, unable to sleep from the nightmares, and discovering horrifying secrets about his family, his past, the man he had called Uncle Obadiah and the way the Winter Soldier ruined his life, Tony is just a shell of himself, and the family doesn't know how to help him.
Tony doesn't know what to do either.
How can he get better when Coming Home doesn't feel like Coming HOME anymore?
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Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x OFC, Alpha!Bucky Barnes x OFC, additional parings
Word Count: 4317 | Warnings: fluff, drama
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Of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas: World of Wings Fanfiction (An introduction to the world) - read this first if you are new to my Winged ABO - These are not wolf dynamics.
Summary: (world of Wings: ABO Fiction) Modern day AU
Tony Stark, a Warlord Alpha and self-proclaimed genius, working his way through his fifth masters, is moderately happy with his rather unexciting life. He works, he creates, he helps where he can, but life started out hard, forcing him to create a shell that keeps everyone at bay. Only Rhodes, his best friend and beta, really understands him.
Then, fate takes a hand.
Fable Rogers, omega queen and tiny beauty, skates into his circle thanks to her hockey jock brother. When his inner beast sits up and howls MINE can Tony come to terms with the damage done to the one he would cherish above all others in time, or will the devil of her past roar into their lives and shred what could have been?
Written for @thefanficfaerie's #disneyquotechallege. (It appears you're getting another series because I have zero self-control.🤦♀️🤦♀️🤦♀️)
Pairing: Alpha!Tony Stark x OFC | Word Count:3813
Warnings: language
Prompt: One Hundred and One Dalmatians - And my nose is froze. And my ears are froze. And my toes are froze.
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Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x OFC, Alpha!Bucky Barnes x OFC
Word Count: 6739
Warnings: heavy on the smut, Bucky/Constance centric
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Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x OFC, Alpha!Bucky Barnes x OFC
Word Count: 5571
Warnings: fluff, smut
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