Where Do We Go From Here||Wings pt1
Chapter Summary: Jack... has wings?!
Same arc as Heartbeats and To This Day. Takes place after Heartbeats, after TTD, and before Multitudes of Jack.
Chapter Rating: K to K+ because of paranoia...
Disclaimer: I do not own RotG, and I probably never will. Sorry.
Wind nudged Jack lightly, a gentle reminder that it was the thirtieth of March again.
The Frost-Boy looked up, smiling faintly as she whispered in words only he could hear and understand. "I know. But, with the Guardians actually taking notice of me now, they might recognize me as more than just an oversized bird..."
Wind pushed him again, hard enough to make him slip on the frozen surface of his lake, insisting on it.
Jack sighed and trudged through the snow to a tree, looking all around him to check the coast was clear before pressing his hand to the bark. A part of the bark slid in and to the side, and he ducked through the narrow opening not many could have even made it through, just wedging his staff inside. Wind did her best to squeeze in around him as he flattened himself against the back of the hollow compartment and braced himself for the rapid descent that sent his stomach somewhere into his throat, as usual. When the door slid open again he fell out, Wind right behind him. They both breathed a sigh of relief; that was the worst part of their goal for today.
Jack climbed to his feet, staff still in hand, and made his way over to a hidden compartment in the deceptively ancient-looking stone wall. Again using his hand as an access code for the door, the small room beyond held a few racks of assorted clothing, from bathing suits to priest robes, random items Jack had spirited away over the years. Jack selected a well-worn midnight-blue robe speckled with stars so it resembled the night sky, a black skintight bodysuit with slits cut in the back, a black skullcap, and to his dismay, black boots, which served their purpose comfortably enough to be deemed acceptable. All of his clothing was as light as air and as gentle as Wind's touch, so it wasn't so bad.
Back in the main room, he stripped down to his underwear (Wind had seen- the alternative to seeing was awkward but unavoidable, as she didn't have eyes to see with and was air, so lets just say 'seen'- him like that enough to have eliminated his shame) and redressed in the new clothes as quickly as he could without snagging the material.
Collapsing the straight part of his staff into just the piece of curved wood that made up the top, he strapped the hook to his chest and flexed his ankles against the uncomfortable stiffness of the boots. "Alright Wind, let's get to it."
Another access click later and a hole in the ceiling opened up, revealing the sky. He just had to shoot up through the narrow trunk of a tree and he would be home free in the sky, disregarding the sunset. Wind built up under his feet and he tensed. In a split second, he pushed off into a diving position, streamlining his body, and Wind sent him rocketing upwards at several hundred miles-per-hour speeds.
When he was launched up into the air above the trees, he gritted his teeth and slotted his wings through the slits in his clothes, pushing downwards just before he hit the tree branches. Large white sails of muscle, feather, and sinew kept him aloft as they did almost every March, the one time of the year he used them.
He flew in his dark costume for hours with Wind bolstering him, and when the sun came up he went back into his tree, changed his clothes, and resolutely bound his wings to his back again.
That was a secret no one would ever know, not if Jack had anything to say about it.
Especially the fact that he wore shoes once a year. Yuck.
A/N:
I'm back!
Sorry for it being so late recently :'( I've just been busy and lazy and spending more time writing new arcs than finishing old ones. But here's today's promised update! The next one will be Curse of Song.
But between borrowing Chappy from Xion5, writing my own original creepypasta, my novel, my failing English grade, drowning in feels, reading manga, writing a Jelsa fic, writing a million AUs, updating my idea book on Wattpad (which I can't seem to get away from), hating my writing, writing at least eleven, maybe fourteen new arcs (not including new parts of existing arcs) I have had NO motivation to update. Seriously. None. I am the laziest person you will ever meet, I swear on my inactivity.
My creative writing classes on the weekends are going well, thanks.
Jack/Cursed is very slow going, like maybe one word every two weeks or something, I'm introducing a billion characters with no plot laid out. Recipe for disaster. If you ever need it, just ask me! I know it by heart :3
I want to try writing mpreg and yaoi and incest, and will be doing so on wattpad because I don't want to ruin FF with it. Also it sucks and I have to convert everything to teenage!AU because otherwise I can't do it and I can't go into very much (only read-about, I'm still a lip virgin, sad, I know) detail with the make-out sessions.
Aaand I ranted. Whatever. I reeeeally hope you like this. I didn't.
Has anyone seen genderbent!Elsa fanart? He's pretty hot. I was like "dayum biatch" and I don't even talk ghetto.
GO CHECK OUT XION5'S STORIES OR I WILL SET CHAPPY ON YOU! SHE'S AMAZING EVEN THOUGH SHE'S DYSLEXIC AND IT'S JUST PERFECTION THE WAY SHE WRITES. URGH I CANT EVEN JUST GO TRY HER STORIES.
This is Cat Lunanoff, signing off! *mock salute* *pokes self in eye* oww... I guess that's my self-inflicted punishment for abandoning you guys...
