I finally updated this fic! And guess what, I’m not going to abandon this baby EVER. I’ve just been busy with work and grad school.
Enjoy!
Tag: fallen angel
Btw, Chapter 7 of Fallen Angel is in the Works.
sebastianstanchrisevansuniverses:
spent my easter afternoon giving bucky wings what even is my life
UR LIFE IS AWESOME LOOK AT THIS EPIC SHIT OMYGOSH
WOT IS AIR
*incoherent velociraptor screeching*
I LOVE THIS!!!
This is the gif that made me start writing Fallen Angel.
Fallen Angel – Chapter 6
Phew, finally finished the chapter! Enjoy 🙂
Excerpt:
His ward turned, setting the bag down on their small table and hopped up onto the small kitchen counter. Bucky noticed that he didn’t kick his legs like he normally would and his posture was stiff. He knew he was going to have to address Steve’s increased self-consciousness sooner rather than later but before he could think of anything soothing to say, Steve looked over and warned, “Watch your feathers near the radiator, you know that thing has a mind of its own.”
The angel snapped his wings tight against his back. They were thankfully no longer molting, thanks to the gentle care both he and his ward had put into the feathers new and old. It was probably the fastest molt he’d gone through in his entire life, including the time when he’d gotten struck by a warlock’s lightning powers. The memory made him shiver and he grinned up at Steve, “Please never electrocute me.”
Steve cocked his head, eyes intent on Bucky’s. “You’re going to have to tell me that story.”
Thank you everyone for reading this fic. I know it’s been a couple of weeks since the last update, but I promise I’m still working on it!
Hey just wanted to say thanks for the stucky story you are writing!! I love it a lot and can’t wait to see where it goes! The angelic element is on point!
OMFG, thank you so much! All I can say is that loveddearle both loves and hates me for what I’ve told her about the future of the fic. Stock up on tissues while you can *cackles*
Seriously, though, thank you for taking the time to not only read it, but to send me this awesome ask. It means a lot to me!
Fallen Angel – Chapter 5
I changed the rating on this fic from mature to explicit, so you’ve been warned.
Excerpt:
If his angel wasn’t by the stove, he would have thrown a pillow at his head. Instead, he grumbled from his spot, snuggling further into the blankets. He registered Bucky’s amused apology and waved it off. “Wise guy. Just ‘cause you can fly, you think you got a right to give me lip.”
“Mhm!” Steve jolted up, not expecting Bucky to be right behind him. “Here, eat.”
The blond took the bowl of chicken soup from the angel, tucking his legs up so Bucky could sit next to him on the couch. He did so with a grin, reaching over and tugging the blanket down to cover his ward’s feet. Steve made a grateful noise as he ate a spoonful of the soup. “Thanks. Mm! Got another question. How come angel wings all look different? You’re all angels, shouldn’t they all look similar, at least?”
Bucky picked up the still-damp cloth that he had been using earlier and went back to carefully getting the coating off of some new feathers. Every few seconds he would wince and move to a different feather before finally snarling and putting the cloth down. “We do look similar. All angels have golden wings.” He stretched the outermost part of his wing, inspecting his primaries. “There are a lot of different looking humans, right? You all look similar, but you’ve got different features. Same with our feather patterns. Rebecca got Father’s pattern, I got something between his and Mother’s. It’s just how it is.”
OMFG, hi!!!
Ahhh!!! Hi! after I read chapter 4 (which was so fucking GOOD btw) I realized I didn’t follow you on here, so I had to fix that! :))
*flails* Thank you sooo much! I’ve been trying to outline the rest of the story but my one cat keeps sitting on my laptop lol.
haha that sound about right. speaking of cats, have you seen this post?
No, I hadn’t, but now I need so much more of that! The petting reminds me of Steve petting Bucky’s wings.
Ughh, I know, I could read 30k words of it. And yes, so many times YES! to the petting thing, I think that’s why I had to show you it lol do you have any visuals of what you think Buckys wings look like?
Yes I do! They are golden in color, more of the non-metallic type of gold (but that changes when he fights, which I’ll explain later on), and they have the pattern like a red-tailed hawk.
Bucky’s are more of the Rufous morph on the bottom and the Krider’s on the top. His pin feathers come through as a very light golden color that tends to blend in with his down, which is why Steve accidentally pet one. He thought he was petting the other feathers. Pin feathers still have blood flowing in them and are therefore still sensitive. Normal feathers have hollow shafts, with only the quill having any sort of feeling. When Steve pets his feathers, Bucky feels more the pressure of it from his quill moving a little rather than the actual feeling of Steve’s hands on them.
Fallen Angel – Chapter 4
Okay, it’s up, yay! I probably won’t update for a couple of days after this one simply because I kinda have shit I need to do (boo!).
Excerpt:
“I’m sorry, Steven. I didn’t know it would be that bad.”
Rebecca broke eye contact and looked at the floor. “He hasn’t spoken to anyone
but me about that.”That didn’t surprise Steve, not with how emotional the angel
had become before even retelling the worst part of his experience. “To go
through something like that…I can’t even begin to understand what that was
like. He told me about the night in the field, and seeing angels dying left and
right, and the thought of that scares
the hell outta me. To experience it?
I’m surprised he didn’t go insane.”“He did.” The brunette remarked. “Did he say anything about
not remembering some time?” Steve nodded. “When Bucky finally opened up to me,
he said it felt like it happened yesterday, but it was thirty years, Steve. He doesn’t remember anything, even after our
mentors tried to get the memories to resurface. It’s as if they don’t exist.”
The Archery Range 