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magpiesky · 1 year

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Been thinking about a sisters swap

Rough thoughts below

Mothwing was delighted when she was chosen as healer. She never got the chance as a kit, and always felt she could help her clan another way.

And lately, she had been alone in Riverclan.

Hawkfrost is gone. He was exiled with Mudclaw after the fight in Windclan. In the process, both siblings were revealed as kits of Tigerstar. Mothwing alone faced the fallout in Riverclan.

Despite being an upstanding warrior, she was now a relative of two traitors to the clans, to be kept at a distance. She accepted she would spend her whole life trying to regain their trust, when Mudfur gets a sign. All she has to do is complete training and be accepted as a healer, and maybe she can get her community back.

But at the moonpool, Mothwing cannot reach Starclan. She is brought to a dark space instead - Tigerstar and Tawnypelt are waiting for her.

Tawnypelt has seen the dark face of Thunderclan. She faced fear and distrust as just a kit. Had to make up for her father's actions. She has escaped that in Shadowclan - everyone had their own shadow to face here - but she has been wary since.

When she hears that Firestar helped Onestar become leader, she fears she has seen this before. Maybe he never forgot the taste of power. Maybe Firestar wants Lionclan to return. Maybe he is starting with Windclan.

She is brought to the dark forest, where her father promises power if she follows him. She doesn't care about taking power in the clans, but she needs power to stop Thunderclan. Tawnypelt does not care for his goals or his methods, but Tigerstar is useful for now. She can get stronger, and she can connect with her siblings.

Brambleclaw refuses to see the danger, and Hawkfrost was no help.

She needs Mothwing. Mothwing wants her clan back. Tawnypelt can help with that.

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walking-true-to-style · 5 years

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Birds of a Feather- Soulmate AU || J.M.

Pairing: Mutant! Joe Mazzello x Mutant! Reader

Words: 1.27k

Warnings: Some swearing?

Request: @semi-otto-matic

“Could you write a joe mazzello x reader soulmate au thing where soulmates have the same mutation and your mutation is that you have wings? Thankyou, your blog is awesome”

Synopsis: Wherever you go, you’d search desperately for your soulmate with tawny wings. It wasn’t until you stopped looking, that he appeared- your prince quirky.

A/N: Sorry my stories have been so short lately oof. Hope you enjoy dear!

You have always felt that it is unattainable. This idea of soulmates.... bah! All your friends have one. They found their lizard-tailed, rabbit-eared loves relatively easily... but you? Nothing. You couldn’t find anyone that would have wings like yours. Every morning you’d go fly around, flaunt your mutation, but no one would fly with you.

You suppose you should have expected that... There must always be someone with the short end of the stick. You guess it had to be you.

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That morning you wake up, ruffle your tawny feathers, smoothing them down as nice as you can. Same ol’ same ol’ routine. You throw on a tank top, shoving your wings into the holes. They’re such a pain in the ass to get dressed with...

Walking downstairs, you see your flatmate, Jacky, idly filing her claws while watching a movie.

“Mornin, (y/n).”

“Morning.” you greet back. You make your way to the front door, throwing on your coat. You are about to head out again for the umpteenth time this week. In an attempt to stall, Jacky calls to you, “Hey, did you know they edit mutations for movies? I wonder what they actually have...”

“Uh-huh...” you reply, only half-listening as you finish buckling your boots up and adjusting your goggles. Jacky stops filing her claws and goes to stand between you and the door. She puts her hand on her hips and huffs.

“You can’t seriously be going out again. How late was it when you came home last night?” she sets her hand on your shoulders.

“Like.... 6am? I don’t know.” you shrug and try to push her to the side.

“(Y/n), if they’re out there, they’ll find you. These things take time.” you scoff at her.

“Says the one who found your soulmate at age 8 when clawing up a tree.” Jacky smiles sheepishly at you.

“Right, well...Try not to stay out too late again, okay?” she gives you a warm embrace.

“I won’t” you promise, and Jacky moves out of the way for you. Opening the door, you take a running start and fly off.

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Joe’s POV

Flying is his only form of stress relief, it feels like. The wind blows through Joe’s feathers as he bolts out of his apartment. There are a few other winged individuals, but none with the same tawny color and hawk-like build to his. He sighs and continue flying.

After a while, Joe lands rather roughly onto the pavement outside the shop, landing on his rear. He picks himself up dusts off before walking in. The fresh scent of coffee hits his nostrils in a heavenly fume. Joes chocolate eyes scan the room, still no sign of anyone with tawny wings, let alone any at all. Sighing, he gets in line, hoping his soulmate would walk in the door at any moment.

“I can help who’s next!” the barista calls. Their purple eyes flick in his direction and gives him a grin.

“What can I get for you?” they ask.

“Uhh the usual” he says with a preoccupied tone. His brown eyes shift toward the door every few minutes.

“What’s the matter, Joe? You seem... not all the way there.” the barista’s violet eyes fill with concern.

“It’s... nothing. Just tired I guess.” he shrugs.

“Need an extra shot of espresso?” the barista cocks a brow.

“Maybe. Thanks.”

Joe pays, gets his drink and sits down by the window. Taking a long sip, he attempts to settle as comfortable as he can in his seat.

They really need to make a more wing-friendly model... Joe thinks bitterly. He finds himself staring out the window, praying that someone would come in. Looking into the sky, he watches the clouds slowly roll by. His eyes widen as he spots someone flying around in the same pattern that he typically does. Forgetting his drink, Joe leaves the shop briskly, breaking into a sprint through a semi open area and takes off after the figure.

“Hey! Wait!” Joe yells after the winged mutant. However, his voice is swallowed by the wind. Upon further inspection, he notices the color of tawny wings, mirroring his.

“Your wings!” Joe yells. By now, you’ve both passed over the city completely and were over the national park.

Finally, he catches up enough to be in earshot.

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Your pov.

It was a lovely day as you soar through the sky. You weave and dive-bomb a couple times, forgetting the real reason you were flying about in the first place. You pass over homes, a school and the shopping district. The bustling city below is muted by the wind rushing past your ears. You hum something to yourself and get lost in the feeling of euphoria being up here....

“Look out!” a man calls behind you suddenly. You turn around in confusion, eyes widening as you brace for impact of the figure hurling toward you. You do not have time to react before you collide into one another, plummeting to the ground. You fall through the trees, branches and twigs scratching you both up. You close your eyes fall to the trail with an “oof!” You land hard on your back, pinned to the ground by the man that had crashed into you. He mutters a curse under his breath and quickly gets off of you with a groan.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to fall on you! Or... send us falling into the woods... that’s on me.”

Opening your eyes, you groan and rub your head, flinching as your hand grazes over a large lump on the back. You’ve managed to have a good day so far and aren’t going to let something like this ruin it. You prop yourself up onto your elbows and take off your flying goggles.

“Heh, Well, that’s definitely ONE way to get someone’s attention-“ as your gaze falls on him, the sight leaves you frozen. You take in his features. He is a handsome man, in spite of the scrapes and bruises all over is body. Pale skin and hair to match his-

“Tawny wings...” you point out almost breathlessly. You lock eyes with him, making sure he was real and not just some concussion-based hallucination. He flashes you a rather sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Y- yeah... I... saw you while I was grabbing coffee, and I just- kinda flew for it. I’m Joe, by the way.” he stands, brushes off the dirt, and offers you a hand to help you up.

“(Y/n)...” you take his hand gingerly and get up, wincing at the pain that covers your body. He becomes quite concerned, and you feel flushed under his gaze.

“Are you okay? I landed on you pretty hard...” he scrutinizes your wounds carefully, also checking to make sure nothing was broken.

“Nothing a few bandages and Neosporin can’t fix.” you grin at him, reassuringly. He tips his head toward the trail, thinking it’d be better to walk.

“So, I... guess we’re soulmates, huh?” You offer, trying to break the silence. Joe gives you a goofy grin and chuckles.

“I suppose it does...”

Another moment of silence before Joe’s face lights up.

“Are you, uh, doing anything right now?” he asks you.

“No, I suppose not.” you reply back. You give him a soft smile. He stops at turns to you with an eager grin.

“Do you maybe want to grab coffee with me? I didn’t exactly get to enjoy my cup before I saw you.”

A sudden feeling of bravery comes over you, and you slither an arm around his midsection, pulling him close.

“I’d like that.”

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