Winged Logan: *lying on the couch reading*
Patton: Hey, Logan, have you seen Janus anywhere?
Logan: I have.
Patton: Oh! Good! where is he?
Logan *lifts one of his wings to reveal a softly snoring Janus who is very warm and toasty amongst the feathers of Logan's wings*: Here. *puts his wing back over Janus*
Patton: Aaaaaaaaawe, how long has he been there?
Logan: 5 hours, 49 minutes.
Patton: Is he cosy?
Logan: I would believe so.
Patton: Cute.
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"He just wanted to fly" for the WIP ask game? thanks for the tag! ^.^
You're welcome!! ^^;;
"He just wanted to fly" is a Soulmate AU with Janus/Roman/Virgil where when you meet your soulmate you grow wings.
This was a fic I started back in 2020 and I ended up struggling with how exactly I wanted the story to go (where to start it) and had no idea where I would end it sooo it just kinda fizzled out. Though I look at it from time to time wondering if I could get the concept to a 'finished' point. ^^;;
Snippet from the wip:
Janus just wanted to fly.
For as long as he could remember, that had been his dream.
Since he’d seen his first feather. Seen his first wing. Seen the first person flying in the sky overhead as he hid out in the tallest tree he could find in his backyard so that he wouldn’t be punished for crying over the cut on his finger still dripping blood.
He just wanted to fly.
To feel that constant comforting weight on his back. Feel those extra limbs curling around him like a huge fluffy blanket, hiding him from the world or taking him up and up out of range of all the hurt and hatred and lies he had to face every day.
He’d cried the day he found out he couldn’t get wings until he met his soulmate.
That they couldn’t appear until you and the name that appeared on your wrist on your fifteenth birthday shared---well. Janus had never gotten what that shared ‘thing’ was. Everyone was just expected to know.
He strongly suspected it was a kiss. Because he never saw his parents kiss and they didn’t have wings. But perhaps it was some other sort of touch. Like holding hands. Or stroking the other person’s cheek, or booping their nose. He’d seen plenty of winged people doing those things along with kissing.
Janus let out a slow breath, the only action that he would allow himself to take to express his--his--nerves as he took his spot on the set of a half destroyed city street, his bare fingers twitching with the urge to brush the scars that marred the names on his wrist and moved up his arm to his face.
Yes names.
Plural.
Because he had to be the broken one. The cursed one who got two names instead of one on his fifteenth birthday to make his journey to obtaining wings to fly just that much harder.
It was like the universe had heard the cry of his heart out for flight and promptly said “NO.”
Why else would he have a family that treated him worse than a dog because he’d been born with the ‘devil’s eyes’ where one iris was a bright malevolent yellow while the other was a cold icy blue.
Why else would the universe allow his higher than a kite poor excuses for parents to beat him every time they decided whatever he was doing was the wrong thing to do.
Why else would the universe allow his so called parents to snap one night a week before his fifteenth birthday and stab and slice him forty-six times before the neighbor broke down the door and saved his life.
Why else would the universe then decide to have his soulmate’s names appear on that same LEFT WRIST that was so cut up and scarred that doctors had worried he’d never be able to use it again instead of in the traditional spot on the right wrist?
It was simple.
He was never meant to fly.
He would never get his long dreamt for wings.
No. All he’d been left with on his fifteenth birthday, had been the faint lettering of the two people he could have connected with. The soft lilac of R-il. The pale rose of O-an.
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Winged Chaos
Summary: Thomas's Sides woke up one morning with wings. They manage to make Thomas's life a bit more chaotic because of this.
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Flight was a collective dream of humanity but not so much a dream of the sides of Thomas. It can't be said that they were particularly upset to wake up with wings one morning, but confusion was the primary reaction rather than excitement.
After a morning of confirming that no, this wasn't something Roman or Remus had decided to arrange for a prank, and discovering that no, Thomas was not aware of anything that would have cause his sides to gain extra limbs, the sides all settled into their own reactions.
If Logan was viewing the reactions of his companions as indications of their intelligence then he'd generally consider it low. He'd just come in from attempting to explain to Patton that the mere presence of wings does not provide a human with the vocal abilities to talk with birds. Of course the paternal side of Thomas decided that was how it should work.
Now he wasn't entirely sure what he was looking at in the living room but spoke regardless, “We aren't actually birds now. There's no reason to be acting as if you are.” He raised an eyebrow at the scowl thrown his way.
“I get that, but do you get that nests are worlds safer to sleep in than beds? Enclosed, comfortable and secure. I've been making nests since we were 10.” Virgil straightened a supporting cushion and tightened a twist in his blankets before reaching for another to add in.
“Any added security you feel from being inside a nest is surely countered by the fact you are building this in the centre of our common space.” Logan remarked, gesturing to the room around them.
Virgil huffed again, but tugged on two blankets now visible as the base to lift his nest, steadying it with his wings. “Fine, I'll take my nest where it'll be more appreciated.”
…
Thomas had stopped putting expectations on the appearance of his sides the first time he saw the tentacles Remus sometimes formed. He'd occasionally practised summoning them around other people to test whether they or he could control if other people could see and interact with them easily.
Now however he was regretting evert testing those situations out, because maybe if they weren't all so used to the sides popping, Janus wouldn't be appearing, wings spread wide, during his walk with his friends.
“Janus! Sink down and stop that!” He hissed, glancing at the people turning to stare. His friends had also paused, but said nothing as they registered just how well they recognised the winged man now stood behind them.
Janus of course, ignored the demand, turning to face the people gasping. “Greeting Friends. Be not afraid! I come with tidings of peace and joy!”
Rolling his eyes and looking around to try and find the reason for so many people to be around, Thomas saw they were passing a church. The evening service must have just ended and if the line was anything to go by his deceitful side was now attempting to convince the congregation that he was an angel or something.
“Sure, you're the real Lucifer! I'm not letting you masquerade around. Sink Out!” He put intention behind his words, and reached out to push Janus down as he spoke, sending the side back into his mind.
Davi snickered as even more people were blinking at him now, “So, the side? Not just a cool idea for YouTube then?”
Thomas didn't hold back the groan as he walked away, more gentle ribbing coming from his friends over the Sides.
…
He had gone to get a drink. He had gone to get a drink and barely left his laptop for 2 minutes, hoping that the moments away from the screen would miraculously return the concentration that had run off with social media distractions.
Thomas had been expecting to have Logan pop up sooner or later to return him to the task of editing a short video, but given there were now six tabs open about different bird types, obviously his logical side also had something else to focus on.
“Logan, where's my schedule?” He called over his shoulder, quite certain the side hadn't sunk out after opening the searches.
“It's here, Thomas. Do you need it?” Logan replied, sat at the table beside the bookshelf with the calendar in front of him.
Thomas glanced over to him, eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What's currently scheduled?” He asked.
“Researching wing types and their flight patterns.” Logan recited promptly, finger on top of the day.
“And before I got distracted or you changed it?”
Logan shifted, lips thinning together for a moment, “Video editing.”
Thomas didn't say anything, biting back a smile to give a pointed look at his side.
“But we need to know how our wings work! They just came out of nowhere and it's not like flight or birds were an area you studied in depth. I need to at least know the basics. What if we have to care for our wings like birds do?” The rant burst out of Logan rapidly and honestly was adorable to see.
He chuckled a little but shrugged, “I guess that makes sense. If you need to know these things then perhaps you should hang my schedule back up now and come join me for the researching?”
…
If Roman had his way, he'd be flying through the real sky, seeing Thomas's home from the clouds, but since Janus's angel stunt, they'd all been locked down. Thomas had barely let them become physically able to interact or be seen by others in his own home and completely vetoed any level of manifesting outside of it.
At least the imagination was still there and Roman could soared above it, riveted by the view and changes going on in this world of whimsy. He ignored the sight of Remus in the distance, flying high and plummeting fast, until whatever instincts came with gaining wings kicked in to slow his descent.
For now Roman was just going to fly, perhaps see if he could taunt the dragon witch into a battle to test his manoeuvrability in flight. It was a new experience that he couldn't wait to fully explore.
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I blame Jazzy for this
Design notes under cut plus Goopy’s general uhhh….vibe(body horror warning)
If we were to say Mew are basically the equivalent of Alicorns, then like…That’s almost the entire cast man how do I EVEN-
So I took that idea but tried to make certain attributes more prominent?
Zeus relies on their psychic abilities most out of the cast so their horn is longer (cuz longer horn means stronger magic DUH), but their body is weaker and their wings aren’t too strong
Fuji’s a very phsyical fighter, so he’s got that strong Earth pony body but weak wings and magic (but now his horn is broken…)
Bella is all about speed and agility, so she gets wings that are far too big for a filly her age with a not as strong body or magic
Mosy and Janus are both pure Mew so they’re a lot more balanced (Janus is very strong despite looking dainty they WILL stomp you)
Gave Janus, Fuji, and Bella some traditional Unicorn features because fun
And lastly…Goopy….he ain’t doin so hot.
Hasbro can pry pre!reformed Changelings from my COLD DEAD HANDS
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