The Wings Of A Butterfly

by sctwilightvampwolfgal

Gabriel had at one point wanted to be a butterfly, considered that the term for the wings that sprouted from his back much like his mother, whom he'd always admired, but times change and so do feelings. *Animal OmegaVerse AU.* *Final chapter posted 12/13/17.*

1. Chapter 1

In a relatively well off home, a young Butterfly boy gets ready for his first ever day of school, wings tucked easily around the loose fitting T-Shirt that he wore, because it was just easier.

He's five and as of right now, is still learning how to handle his wings; should he regularly tuck them out of sight? They seemed to flutter in his excitement, a light purple and gray.

Gabriel's eager to make friends with the kids at his new school; the only friend that was even remotely close to his age was a little girl a year younger than him that moved away last month.

He didn't think that anything was amiss; his mom was a butterfly like him with soft almost blue wings while his father was a fox. Both of his parents were kind enough Betas, and he always felt welcome in their home.

His grandmother called herself a moth rather than a butterfly; Gabriel had always considered himself more of a butterfly, because his mom called herself one, thrilled over the thought of butterflies being such gentle and loving creatures in the eyes of the world, coming out during the day among the excited joy of tentatively watching them come out of their cocoons.

Gabriel doubted that he'd much want to be called a moth anyway since they were so mysterious and always hid in the dark; he'd much rather be free especially since lately he'd taken to designing a few cute ideas that worked around wings, mostly dresses that seemed like his mom would just shine in them.

He naturally was quite eager to go to school as his mom hauled him off into the car; his father already claiming the driver's seat.

Gabriel's eyes were alight with joy as he gazed out the window and found that his wings had taken to fluttering again in nervous excitement.

What if the other kids found it weird how Gabriel had been designing clothes lately? Would they think it odd that he wanted to learn to sew and knit and just anything to make his ideas come to life as he hadn't yet learned how to do?

Gabriel shook his head at the thought; everyone liked different things from the way his mom and dad talked with such bright smiles on their faces.

Their young son was free to be whoever he wanted to be, and if that was a fashion designer, he could well do it.