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Y/N Rogers [ Peter Parker ]

Anonymous said to peteypxrker:

A Peter Parker imaginer where she is Captain America’s daughter and she’s dating Peter. She gets kidnapped by a villain (you choose) and both of them go rescue her. Once they save her the reader is glad to see them because they arrive just on time before she was about to be tortured. Once she’s safe Steve is mad at Peter for not protecting his daughter basically Steve goes all overprotective dad on him. But Peter and the reader talk with Steve so that he isn’t mad anymore. Sorry this is long ty!

A/N: I changed up the plot a bit to where she isn’t dating Peter just yet!

Warnings: some hoco spoilers I guess, some swearing.

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“Go go go go go!” Peter’s voice sounds from behind you as you rush into the ship, climbing the ladder to the controls. He’s right behind you after shutting the hatch door, and the gunshots rock the ship as you try to get airborne.

Finally, you’re up and away, and both you and Peter sit in the same chair, you practically on top of him. “What the he’ll did we steal for all that violence?” You ask. Reaching in his pocket, Peter pulls out a purple gem, no bigger then your thumbnail, and your eyes grow wide. Even with its small size, it’s beautiful.

“This,” he says, twisting the jewel around in his hand, “is worth all the money you can imagine. A certain Lord would pay a lot for this.”

Mouth still wide open, you take the gem and twist it around, watching as it’s colors shift from shades of purple to blue, just by how the light hits it. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is,” Peter responds, and you don’t know he’s looking at you, not the gem.

Giving it back to him, you stand up. “So, where to next, Starlord?”

He grins. “It sounds weird when you say it.”

“Shut up.”

anonymous asked:

What if scientists created a breed of bumblebees the size of tarantulas that could be kept as pets? (I'd say bigger, but apparently that's about the max size insects can get or they suffocate) It could never get airborne, but it could ride around on your shoulder and eat sugar cubes.

I would have a menagerie full of them. A giant hive. I would train them to clean.

Vlogger Lucy Headcanons

So I believe it was @aslansblessings who started the Modern Au Vlogger Lucy headcanon, and I just absolutely love it. Here are just some headcanons I have about it:

  • She starts her vlog for herself, by herself
  • Early in her vlogging, she brings all her siblings on for a game or something and even though they all hate having their picture taken and having their face publicly on the internet
  • Her vlog gets really popular afterwards because everyone goes wild how funny (and how attractive) all of the Pevensies are
  • She features her siblings candidly too: Edmund being sarcastic; Peter being super sweet to his sisters but also making fun of Edmund; and Susan is just this badass babe who gets shit done and gets it done with beauty and grace
  • Susan actually loving her vlog (and the sister bonding time that goes along with it), so she goes on to do hair and makeup tips  
  • Edmund and Peter have braiding competitions (Peter wins the speed category, but Edmund’s braids are so much neater)
  • And then Caspian coming in and beating them both; he does hair better than even Susan 
  • Experiments with Eustace (”Let’s see how many balloons it actually takes for Lucy to get airborne since we just have a random helium tank lying around.” “Now, let’s see what happens when we test Peter and Edmund’s room for radioactivity since I have a random particle detector lying around, Oh, look at that…we’ve got a reading.”
  • Lucy’s Spy Cam
  • When Edmund starts dating someone, bringing the couple on for OTP questions (”Who hogs the blankets?” *all three of them point at Edmund*)  

anonymous asked:

I think Sokka's quest for identity is one of the most interesting things about him. What it means to be a man, to be useful and to be acknowledged is an interesting central conflict for a supporting character. What do you think S3 Sokka believes it takes to be a man. I think he's learnt to intercede and mediate issues in his family and to make tough choices. What else can you think of?

Sokka: Now men, it’s important that you show no fear when you face a firebender. In the Water Tribe, we fight to the last man standing. For without courage, how can we call ourselves men?

Another excellent question! Sokka’s quest for identity is intrinsically linked to his quest for manliness, because if you’ll recall, Sokka was not able to become a man by Water Tribe custom before he was nominally put in charge of the tribe:

Bato: How about you, Sokka? You must have some good stories from your first time ice-dodging?
Katara: He never got to go. Dad left before he was old enough.
Bato: Oh, I forgot, you were too young.
Aang: What’s ice-dodging?
Bato: It’s a rite of passage for young water tribe members.

But while Katara was helping with the chores, keeping her family together and helping to deliver babies, Sokka was left adrift, without a paternal example to emulate for two of his teenage years. War never came to his doorstep, so he resorts to “training” the kindergarten crowed. And notice that Katara (and likely the other members of his tribe) don’t take this seriously:

Katara: Ugh, I’m embarrassed to be related to you! Ever since Mom died I’ve been doing all the work around camp while you’ve been off playing soldier!

Playing soldier. Katara’s right: that’s exactly what Sokka has been doing, because the rigid gender expectations of being a man don’t allow him to do anything else. One Aang arrives and upends Sokka’s world, his identity as a would-be man collides with the reality of the war and the people around him.

The Four Parts of Being a Man (by Sokka)

1. Leader

Sokka : I know you all want to fly, but my instincts tell me we should play it safe this time and walk.
Katara: Who made you the boss?
Sokka: I’m not the boss—I’m the leader.
Katara : You’re the leader? But your voice still cracks!
Sokka: I’m the oldest and I’m a warrior. So…I’m the leader!

Katara: You’re hurt. Badly. You can’t fight anymore. 
Hakoda: Everyone’s counting on me to lead this mission, Katara. I won’t let them down. 
Sokka: Can’t you heal him any faster? 
Katara: I’m doing everything I can. 
Sokka: I’ll do it.
Katara: No offense Sokka but you’re not exactly Mr. Healing Hands.
Sokka: No.  I’ll lead the invasion force. 
Katara: Don’t be crazy, Sokka.
Sokka: Maybe I am a little crazy but the eclipse is about to start and we need to be up that volcano by the time it does.
Hakoda:  You can do this. I’m proud of you, son. 
Katara: I still think you’re crazy but I’m proud of you too. 

Sokka’s father is the chief, so it makes sense that being a man implies being a leader. But before his adventure, Sokka has only a nebulous idea of what that really means. Worse, he seems to think that being a man makes him a leader, instead of being a leader making him a man. When he first tries to assert his authority in “Jet”, he is met with ridicule:

Aang: Walking stinks! How do people go anywhere without a flying bison?
Katara: I don’t know Aang. Why don’t you ask Sokka’s instincts—they seem to know everything.
Sokka: Ha ha. Very funny.
Aang: I’m tired of carrying this pack.
Katara: You know who you should ask to carry it for a while? Sokka’s Instincts!
Aang: That’s a great idea! Hey, Sokka’s Instincts, would you mind—
Sokka: Okay, okay—I get it.

As so often happens, Sokka has to adapt to the situation. “Jet” is about a boy who, although a good leader in most senses, leads his team astray into murder and mayhem. Sokka, even though he is a novice, realizes innocent lives are on the line and warns the townspeople before the dam explodes. He didn’t expect to be a leader at the moment, but he didn’t fail when it really mattered. Throughout the series, his tactical and strategic successes accumulate until the entire GAang relies on him to plan their missions. And on “The Day of Black Sun”, despite his fumbling speech beforehand, Sokka takes the reins of the mission and performs admirably.

Aang: It’s over. The Fire Lord is probably long gone. Far away on some remote island where he’ll be safe during the eclipse.
Sokka: No. My instincts tell me he wouldn’t go too far. He would have a secret bunker. Somewhere he could go so it’ll be safe during a siege but still be close enough to lead his nation.
Toph: If it’s an underground secret bunker we’re looking for, I’m just the girl to find it. 

No one’s laughing at Sokka’s instincts now.

2. Protector

Katara : Sokka, you’re making a mistake. 
Sokka: No! I’m keeping my promise to Dad. I’m protecting you from threats like him! 

Illusion Yue: You didn’t protect me.

Sokka’s mother was murdered when he was very young, and there was nothing he could do about it. He knows from how devastated his father was and how driven he became to help the war effort that being a man must mean protecting people—especially the women in your life. Sokka protects Katara on multiple occasions from threats real (Jet, Mai) and imagined (Aang, Appa). Protecting Katara is his way of protecting the mother he couldn’t save as a boy. And his inability to protect Yue from sacrificing herself cuts him deeply. He overcompensates by trying to shield Suki from everything:

Suki:  Look, I know you’re just trying to help, but I can take care of myself. 
Sokka: I know you can. 
Suki: Then why are you acting so over protective?
Sokka: It’s so hard to lose someone you care about.  Something happened at the North Pole, and I couldn’t protect someone. I don’t want anything like that to ever happen again.

In the end, Sokka learns how to be protect the people he cares about without stifling them. His shielding of Toph in the finale is very similar to his protecting Katara in the pilot:

But there’s one key difference: in the pilot, Sokka thought of Katara as someone who is more in need of protection as a girl. In the finale, Sokka recognizes that Toph can’t see the falling shards of metal, but respects her fighting ability over and over:

Sokka: Did I mention how sweet it was that you invented metalbending?

Sokka: I am so glad we added you to the group!

3. Warrior

Even more than being a leader, being a warrior defines being a man in the Water Tribe. And no wonder; with decades of being raided by the ruthless Fire Nation, and waterbenders being increasingly scarce, the South would have had to rely more and more on brute strength to drive off the invaders. A warrior is also the one thing Sokka is most insecure about because it implies a certain skillset that he was too young to receive full training in. Not to mention, his sister is a waterbender and he is not. Witness this exchange from “The Warriors of Kyoshi”:

Sokka:  Who are you? Where are the men who ambushed us? 
Suki:  There were no men. We ambushed you. Now tell us, who are you and what are you doing here? 
Sokka:  Wait a second, there’s no way that a bunch of girls took us down. 

Although gender roles are fairly rigid in the Southern Water Tribe, the Sokka from the very beginning of the series feels the constant need to reinforce being a warrior as a “manly” pursuit and puts Katara down for being a girl. I am reminded of Iroh’s speech to Zuko:

Iroh: Prince Zuko, pride is not the opposite of shame, but its source.

Iroh: True humility is the only antidote to shame.

Sokka’s status as a nonbender is often a source of shame for him. He is treated differently by bending masters:

Master Pakku: Sokka.  Take care, son. 

And even his own teammates:

Toph: We can take ‘em. Three on three.
Sokka: Actually, Toph, there’s four of us.
Toph: Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t count you. You know, no bending and all.
Sokka:  I can still fight!
Toph: Okay. Three on three plus Sokka.

This leads him to act proud of his manliness, an attribute that he needs no training or bending to have. He even tries to get Aang to act “manlier” and not answer to “Twinkletoes”. In the end, though, he confesses the truth about how he feels:

Sokka: Look, I appreciate the effort, but the fact is each of you is so amazing and so special, and I’m not. I’m just the guy in the group who’s regular. 

But Sokka is special, and as the series goes on, he proves his mettle with a balance of outlandish inventiveness and logical practicality:

Sokka: See, the problem with the old war balloon was you could get it airborne, but once you did, it just kept going.  You could put a hole in the top, but then all the hot air would escape. So the question became, how do you keep a lid on hot air? 
Katara: Ugh, if only we knew. 
Sokka: A lid is actually the answer. If you control the hot air, you control the war balloon. 
Katara: Hmm. That’s actually pretty smart. 


Sokka: I need a plan of this machine. Some schematics that show what the inside looks like. Then we can find it’s weak points. 
Aang: Where are we gonna get something like that What are you doing! Someone’s gonna hear us! 
Sokka:  That’s the point. I figure a machine this big needs engineers to run it, and when something breaks…
Katara: They come to fix it. 

He overcomes his insecurities as a warrior by being true to himself.

Piandao: Sokka, when you first arrived, you were so unsure. You even seemed down on yourself. But I saw something in you right away. I saw a heart as strong as a lion turtle, and twice as big. And as we trained, it wasn’t your skills that impressed me.  No, it certainly wasn’t your skills.  You showed something beyond that.  Creativity, versatility, intelligence… these are the traits that define a great swordsman. And these are the traits that define you.  You told me you didn’t know if you were worthy, but I believe that you are more worthy than any man I have ever trained. 

4. Father

Sokka can show how brave he is, how creative he is, and how much of a leader he’s become. But in the end, he measures his identity as a man by his father’s example:

Aang: Sokka, that speech wasn’t your moment of truth. That was just public speaking and nobody’s really good at that.
Sokka: My Dad is. He explained the plan perfectly and inspired everyone. Like a real leader should. 
Aang: Look, your moment of truth isn’t going to be in front of some map. It’s going to be out there, on the battlefield. 

Unlike with Zuko, Sokka’s confidence in his father is fully justified. As he grows and matures, he becomes, not a copy of his father, but his own person. He learns that he can be a warrior without putting others down, and he can assert authority without being pigheaded. He can trust in his own abilities, regardless of how skilled everyone else is around him. And Hakoda validates Sokka’s identity in every respect.

As a protector:

Hakoda: Sokka…
Sokka: I’m coming with you.
Hakoda: You’re not old enough to go to war, Sokka, you know that.
Sokka: I’m strong! I’m brave! I can fight! Please, Dad!
Hakoda: Being a man is knowing where you’re needed the most, and for you right now that’s here protecting your sister.
Sokka: I don’t understand.
Hakoda: Someday you will. I’m going to miss you so much.

As a warrior:

Hakoda: Ready to go knock some Fire Nation heads?
Sokka:  You don’t know how much this means to me dad. I’ll make you proud, and I’ll finally prove to you what a great warrior I am.
Hakoda:  Sokka, you don’t have to prove anything to me.  I’m already proud of you, and I’ve always known you were a great warrior.
Sokka
: Really?
Hakoda: Why do you think I trusted you to look after our tribe when I left?

As a leader:

Sokka: No. I’ll lead the invasion force. 
Katara: Don’t be crazy, Sokka.
Sokka: Maybe I am a little crazy but the eclipse is about to start and we need to be up that volcano by the time it does.
HakodaYou can do this. I’m proud of you, son. 

And as a man.

Hakoda: Bato, get these mines loaded up. The rest of you men, prepare for battle! 
Sokka: Uh, what should I do, Dad?
Hakoda: Aren’t you listening? I said the rest of you men get ready for battle.

Sokka will be a fantastic father to his own children someday, no matter what LOK might imply.

well, I’ve never done that before.

I know it’s about the shittiest pop-up in the world, but it’s the first one I’ve ever done in my whole life, and I am so glad I had the foresight to set up the camera. I only intended to record the practice - which, so far, has amounted to getting a little airborne but never even getting my feet underneath me - for the sake of seeing what I looked like as I spent the next few weeks trying to achieve the pop-up. 

Late nite kung fu. Following some key advice I had received from The Dragon about kicking straight up into the air, I had managed to get my feet underneath me about fifteen minutes into practicing the motion. After a dozen similar attempts, I excitedly called Monkey over to my side of the school to show him. He stood there, hands on his hips, quietly analyzing my efforts - quintessentially so. I made my attempt, my feet meeting the floor just before my back crashed back down. Expectedly, he forwent praise in favor of a suggestion. Do a sit-up. Blankly, I obeyed. Now do a sit-up in the air. 

I smiled. I smiled because Monkey’s suggestive critique is nearly always foolproof. Whether or not my body can keep up physically is another matter. But a sit-up? I can do sit-ups all day. 

I laid back down, breathed in and out, and went for it. 
And hey, I know it’s about the shittiest pop-up in the world, but it’s the first one I’ve ever done. And that was pretty damn awesome. 

yavemiel  asked:

Hey! I would love to see ♞: Caring for each other while ill for Jyn/Cassian (dealers choice as to who's ill and who's caring), because I definitely came away from the movie feeling like both of them needed someone to take care of them! xx

Han gets it first.

Jyn is off planet when the Pathfinders return from their mission on Camino and all promptly start hacking up their lungs. It’s nothing near deadly, just a freakish strain of Corellian flu that lasts for a week and leaves the patient with sore bones and a cough for a few days longer. Still, it’s virulent. As soon as Han gets it, it seems like, the rest of the Pathfinders do; as soon as the Pathfinders get it it; Red Squadron gets it; as soon as Red gets it, Green and Blue do, and on and and on and on. By the time Jyn touches down on Hoth again, Jyn and Bodhi and Chirrut and Baze, half of Echo Base is down with it, and Draven seems like he’s on the verge of terror that someone will attack when all their pilots are too sick to fly. 

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sithchirrut  asked:

Re: the wing AU. Consider Chirrut always insisting on meditating on flat rooftops on sunny days, giving some bs excuse about the connection to the Force being clearer up there. His real reason is that Baze will always follow him up there - half worried about Imperials, half about Chirrut falling off the roof - and up there Baze will always stretch out his wings wile he watches over Chirrut. So Chirrut makes sure to meditate up there for a long time when the weather is right

Yes. YES YES! YES YES!!!


“Chirrut, where are you going?”

“You’ll see.”

Baze let out a huff as he followed after his husband. “Has anyone every told you that you are insufferable?”

“Once or twice,” is Chirrut’s easy answer. Chirrut suddenly stopped in the middle of the busy street, the crowds sliding around them easily even with their glares and muttered curses. “You do not need to follow me,” Chirrut said as he turned to face Baze, “You could go back to the room and rest.” Baze watched at the little signs, Chirrut’s hands sliding on the staff, the way his wings lifted and unfolded just a touch, just enough to catch the light.

Baze considered giving him a flippant remark, the kind that Chirrut would have a response for. Baze took in the little signs though and decided against it. “And leave you to be shot by a Storm Trooper? Not likely.” Alright, so maybe he could afford to be a little flippant.

Chirrut’s smile lit the street and he turned again to keep walking. “Well then I guess you’ll just have to put up with me.” Baze shook his head as he kept walking.

Eventually they got off the busy street and passed into smaller and smaller streets, until they were just barely comfortable to walk through, when Chirrut stopped. Baze looked around for the reason Chirrut had stopped, but could see nothing. There was no one there except them, no signs of life in the building they stood next to either.

“It’s abandoned,” Chirrut said to Baze over his shoulder as if he were reading Baze’s mind, and he turned to the building on their left. “It suits my purposes though.”

“And what purpose is that?”

Without answering, Chirrut’s wings suddenly flew open, a spring that had been held closed by a hook. Baze had to back up to avoid getting hit, pressing his own tattered wings into the wall behind him. Baze goggled for a moment at Chirrut. There was no way the fool was going to try to fly there, they did not have room to. Even in ideal conditions they always needed to make a running start before they could get successfully airborne, and this alley in no way provided that.

And then Chirrut jumped straight up.

Baze grumbled, watching as the fool gave a single beat of his wings that sent the sand and the dust below flying everywhere, and landing on the edge of the building. It had not been enough to fly, no, but it was enough to give Chirrut the boost he needed to make it. “Are you coming, Baze?” Chirrut called down, turning and sliding his staff over the edge of the roof.

Baze did not stop grumbling even when he was out of ear shot of Chirrut and walking inside to find the stairs to the roof.


Once Baze made it onto the roof, Chirrut was already sitting on the edge, legs crossed, wings tucked, and staff settled across his lap. “Mediating?” Baze asked as he moved over to stand behind Chirrut. “We crossed half the city and climbed two stories so that you could meditate?”

“Mm-hm,” came Chirrut’s slow answer, and he tilted his head to show Baze he was listening. “The Force is strong here, I wanted to listen to it.”

Baze huffed and then sat down. “If you sit on the edge like that an Imperial is going to spot you and arrest you.”

“The Force will protect me,” Chirrut answered easily.

“You mean I will protect you.” Baze’s jaw set, and looked around the roof. Chirrut did not continue the banter, falling back into an easy meditation. Baze shook his head and he leaned forward slowly onto his knees. It was not all that bad, this spot that Chirrut had chosen. It was not the tallest building in the Holy City, not even the tallest in the alley, but because of its position it got direct sunlight that sank in through the biting cold of Jedha. Spots with this much direct sunlight were rare in the city, most buildings fighting for the light and blocking it off for other smaller buildings. They were like the plants in the gardens, competing for those few extra rays of sun.

Baze shifted to get comfortable. Chirrut’s meditations could last hours and there was no reason to stay uncomfortable. He pulled the blaster from his hip, and the blade from his boot, setting them close by in case they needed to be grabbed in a hurry. He leaned forward again, giving his wings more space before he slowly spread them, feeling every ache as tired joints moved.

He looked at his wings, how the underside of them glowed with diffused light. When they were younger, and Chirrut could still see, Chirrut used to marvel at that. He would run his fingers over each feather carefully and tell him how beautiful they were, how the wings were perfect for Baze. Large, warm, and full of light. Baze’s response was to inform Chirrut that the wings were cumbersome, dull, and boring like he was. Chirrut had smacked him for that. Despite himself Baze smiled at the memory.

They looked nothing like that now. The feathers were still the color of sand, some of them with bands of red near the tips of them, but now many were missing, or bent. The left wing has a jagged scar along the top of it where feathers have refused to regrow. If he asked Chirrut, Chirrut would still say that the wings were beautiful. That is why Baze never asks Chirrut.

The wings started to feel warm in the heat, and with that Baze started to feel sleepy. Baze decided that perhaps it was safe enough to lay down. As he drifted off, he missed the warm smile on Chirrut’s lips as he meditated.

Test day

Michael spent his entire life in the facility under the ever-watching eye of the whitecoats. His only comfort was that he wasn’t alone. He had always had Gavin. But today was Test day; Gavin was on his own. And Michael was terrified.

Just a little cute thing. Happy birthday @luckybonez

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Mahri vs Shadow Takanuva

So, the Toa Mahri would actually be the perfect team to take out the army of Shadow Takanuvas.

1. They have Jaller. He’s a great strategist, and he knows Takanuva better than anyone. Even evil versions are going to fight in a somewhat similar way, and they can plan around that.

2. Hahli’s mask can copy the powers of Rahi native to the environment she’s in. If she was in the sky, she could copy the Klakk’s scream.

3. A Toa of Air and a Toa who commands gravity can get Hahli airborne and keep her afloat (or Nuparu could just make her a jetpack), allowing her to use the scream and start curing the shadow Takanuvas. If they were being particularly clever, Kongu’s air powers could be used to make the scream carry further over a large radius to make sure they got ALL of them.

The battle would be over in about ten seconds.

Dealing with a hundred murderous shadow Takanuvas? Easy.

Dealing with a hundred confused and traumatised Takanuvas who all need a hug?

…Not so easy.

“I don’t suppose we could get them to form an orderly line…?”

“Hahli, it’s Takanuva.”

“They can’t ALL be Takanuva.”

“Simple way to find out. Hey, you! Kohlii head!”

(100 voices answer “Yeah?”)

“They’re all Takanuva.”

Is making Jaal bi an issue?

Ok, so this is propably not the wisest thing for me to discuss because my thoughts are all jumbling around, but one thing about the whole biJaal debacle sticks out to me:

The argument that by making Jaal bi, Bioware is practicing erasure of straight people. This is the basic summary of some posts I’ve come across and I wanted to make something clear. This is propably going to be a longer post with rambling from yours dearly, so the rest is under the cut.

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Grounded Birdie Klance

Keith was an Avian, wings and all, like the many other Avians out there. Wings that stretched farther then any human arms and were far stronger then any normal birds. Avians were known for their gorgeous wings, like a mermaid is known for it’s tail and shining scales, but there was far more to an Avian then just a bundle of feathers and a human body. They had keener vision, their hearing just as sharp as the knife they carried with them slung around their shoulders, and were extremely agile. Keith was no acceptation. His wings were truly a sight to see, his feathers taking a more golden appearance with smudged black edges and light browns swirled into the mixture and made an amber color. When the light would hit them just right they would shine almost red, it was more unique then most. Often he was looked at strange because of his colors, and the fact that his flock had disappeared, leaving him alone.  Luckily for him though, one of the Avians finest fighters, known as Shiro, took him under his wig and helped to raise the boy. Often it was difficult seeing as he couldn’t leave Keith alone anywhere for too long growing up because he had sever abandonment issues but no-one could blame the child, going on long lasting missions were just one of those difficulties, especially mission Kerboros. It ended with Shiro and the crew presumed dead due to a mistake Shiro had made but Keith wasn’t buying that, not even for a second.
Keith worked hard to find where the Galra had taken Shiro, resulting in him dropping out of the garrison.The war between the mermaids and Galra was lasting longer then anyone had anticipated, Avians getting caught in the middle of it. More fledglings were invited into the Garrison to learn to fight to protect their own or to complete jobs that they were hired to do by the mermaids or Galra, ties had been long cut between the three. Mermaids weren’t to ask anything of the Avians as where the Galra, the mermaids of course didn’t like this new ban, having to work out the issue of imports they had been able to maintain because of the Avians. The Galra paid no mind to the ban, though the tensions where still high, it seemed as if everyone had forgotten about Shiro, everyone but Keith.
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Lance chuckled as his friends swam past him, eager to check out the newly found crystal that was recently formed, it’s location was strange seeing as the crystals normally formed towards the heated vents of the bottom of the ocean. This one was produced towards shallower waters, sure the sun warmed the surface but it wasn’t nearly as warm as the vents. Pidge was chirping happily, their excitement clearly showing at the high pitched clicks and whistles, Hunk merely grinned as they swam closer and closer towards the surface. Perched by some coral there was the crystal, it’s mass was tragically smaller compared to the normal ones and it’s shine was dull.
“We better tell the Queen about this before the Galra try and take it,” Hunk voiced the thoughts that echoed around both Pidge’s and Lance’s heads, though they expressed no signs of worry.
“Uh… Guys, I think they already detected the energy,” Pidge gave a small squeak seeing the shadow of a ship  block the sun as an anchor sliced through the water and rooted itself shamelessly into the precious coral. It made Lance burn up with rage, The Galra always mistreated the ocean, never cared for it’s beauty or the creatures that co-existed inside of it. All they cared about was to dominate, it seemed, and they started with the merfolk. The bunch scattered for cover, trying not to be spotted, their cover being blown meant they would be captured and killed, maybe even tortured to reveal information. The idea made Lance shiver, his gills adoring the side of his face expanding, fins that normally sat down were raised along his tail.
For once Hunk’s beautiful golden tail that shined with the sun, capturing it’s rays within it’s scales were made dull by the presence of the brutes above, Pidge’s seaweed green scales helped them blend in though the collection of the net that hung at their hips looked misplaced. Lance was glad to have his blue scales, the shades matching the oceans perfectly, unlike the common belief that a mermaid’s tail only held one color, it really held different shades of the same color, sometimes even blending with completely different hues to create a tropical type of look. Lance always envied the merfolk who came from the warmer and clearer waters because they were always the most beautiful, some even having their tails shaped differently but in the current situation, he found himself quite content with how he was.
Sticking low to the sand, the trio swished their tails at steady slow beats and began to make their way away from the sighting of the crystal, once they made it to a bundle of rocks big enough to hide a blue whale they stayed still, afraid of traveling any further would get them spotted. Unable to hide his curiosity, Lance peaked up from the water, breaking the surface as he rose his human half out of the water, bright blue eyes staring fixated on the seen ahead, it wasn’t everyday merfolk saw anyone besides their own these days and that bored Lance. As a guppy he could remember hearing the beating of an Avians wing and could remember seeing the blur as they flew by, the centaurs being long gone before he was born but if he listened close enough, it felt like he could hear the thrumming of their hooves pattering along with his heart beat. But this was far different from the friendly faces of the Avians or the gentle beating of hooves, this was the Galra, the slayers and monsters. Not many got to see one and return to tell of the tale so naturally, Lance took the opportunity to steal a quick peak before returning to the safety of the rock.

“Lance, are you crazy! You”ll be spotted and get us all killed! Get back down here!” Hunk chirped desperately.

“ I will, just give me a tick, okay?” He called down as nonchalantly as he could. Hunk opened his mouth to say something else but Pidge had interrupted them.
“Guys, call me crazy but is that-…”

“An Avain?!” Lance and Hunk both finished the sentence before Pidge has a chance to even muster the words.
All eyes were locked onto the singular Avian in the sky, they shot down as quick as a shark jumping into air, a weapon in their hand. All rushed to the rocks to watch the showdown, the Avian’s wings shot out behind them, giving power beats as the winds buffeted the Galra troops, making them unbalanced. Acting quickly, the Avian swung with its weapon and managed to take the first troop down but was tackled to the floor by another, the Galra were now solely aware of the attacker and all went to help terminate the problem. It’s left wing hooked around the troop seated above them and flipped them over while snatching the gun from its hands before kicking it away with all the might it could muster. The merfolk were flabbergasted as they watched the winged one mow down the enemies before it, shooting the gun with deadly accuracy but with each troop knocked down there seemed to be a replacement there. Soon the avian was backing up, slowly getting cornered but as quickly as it seemed to be the end the fight continued with it taking for the skies. At the sudden motion the troops took fire, The avian tucked its wings in and maneuvered through the storm of fire but it couldn’t attack, its mind too focused on not getting hit.

Lance’s mouth hung open clearly shocked and impressed, this one was successfully beating the Galra. The male avian grew tired of seemingly endless dodging and dived down once again, the fire didn’t stop and he didn’t either, Lance could make out some shots landing on the shoulder of its wing and he cringed. A shot to the tail was bad enough but a wing? Lance couldn’t even fathom the pain the other must be feeling, one glance at his comrades told him they were thinking the same thing as he was, all they could do was hope.  Instead of opening their wings like last time, it rolled onto its back before jumping to its feet, lashing out with its knife while also firing the gun. The move seemed to buy them more time as the troops on the lower deck were rushing to meet the challenger, disappearing into the hull of the ship, all went silent for a moment, the only thing Lance could hear was the erratic beating of his heart. Finally, after what felt like ages, the avian returned, though they seemed more rushed, running straight for the bow of the ship they folded their hands in front go them and jumped. Powerful wings flapping less graceful then when he first arrived but he managed to get airborne, they didn’t get far when the ship’s deck erupted into smoke and fire, the hull collapsing as an explosion shook the waters.
Unfortunately for the fighter, a single troop remained and fired straight at it’s back. Wherever the shot landed it made the Avian arch it’s back in pain, wings frozen in shock, straining to continue to beat and like a snatched fish, they fell into the water and sunk. The ship took longer to sink then the Avian and Lance found himself shooting forward into the wreckage. His tail kicked out behind him and left his friend frozen in their shock, Avians couldn’t swim. Avians could not swim. Lance felt like he owed the brave fighter his life, they could’ve been spotted or the crystal could’ve been taken to be used to fuel more attacks on his people. He felt obligated to at least save the mystery bird from drowning, using more muscle in his tail Lance willed himself to move faster, with wings that big he could bet it didn’t take long to sink. Upon arriving to where the avian submerged into the water, Lance saw the extend of its injuries but the troop from before just didn’t seem to give up. It was lashing out with the knife the avian had come with, the other was holding its hands at bay while a steady stream of bubbles left the troop and the avain’s nose and mouth, the Galra managed to rip its hand free of the other’s hold and slashed at the wing. The avain’s lips turned into a grimace, it was now or never.

Swimming the last distance to the fighting pair, Lance ripped the Galra troop off the Avian, thankfully his friends had shook off their earlier trance and were by his side in an instant. The avian’s eyes widened, though hurt and drowning they tried to get in a defensive position, Pidge and Hunk wrapped their long tails around its purple body and descended into the oceans depths. Lance looked at the avian once more drawing closer, he nearly got punched if he hadn’t dodged the clearly aimed fist. The other’s eyes drooped, sparking a panic in Lance, they didn’t have much time and they both knew it. The avains motions slowed, wings dragging them down even further into the ocean’s depths and Lance wasted no more time in wrapping an arm around the winged-one’s waist, putting their arm around his shoulders, the other seemed to get the idea and held onto him as best as they could. With a few flicks of his tail Lance had gotten them to the surface, his ‘passenger’ made no move or sign that they had breached the water. Swearing under his breath, Lance took off for the rocks they had previously hid behind, thankful for the small cave hidden between the great rocks’s cracks and edges.
Going to a rocky ledge that was smooth enough for his new companion, Lance pushed them onto the stone, rolling over their limp being before hoisting himself out of the water. He moved to cup the creature’s face, it was cold, skin dulling and losing it’s color as their lips turned to a shade of unnatural blue, moving his hand down towards their chest he checked for a pulse. Surely, If he had one then this Again had one as well? They weren’t that different, right? The sudden disturbance of the water told him that Pidge and Hunk were returning from their task, the atmosphere eerie as their eyes looked at the paling avian, Pidge was first to break the silence.
“Avians can’t breath under water, right? So maybe we need for him to breathe air?”
“I-It’s worth a shot,” Lance whispered, turning his gaze to Pidge. “How do we do that?”
“ Well, if we take in oxygen through our gills then they must take in their oxygen somewhere.” Pidge pushed a piece of hair out of their face, preferring to be back in the water where their hair wasn’t an issue.
“I saw that bubbles were coming from their nose and mouth, does that help any?“ Lance sheepishly put in, wanting to hurry up this whole process incase they really couldn’t save the Avian.
“I remember a story one of the elders used to tell me about how they saved a human from drowning.” Hunk chipped in, looking a little embarrassed at what he had just said, Lance barked orders for Hunk to tell him what to do and once given the instructions he went to work.
Placing his hands on the raven-haired male’s chest, Lance scooted closer to them and began to push down harshly on their chest asking Hunk if this was a the right thing to do, getting a small shrug he continued until the once limp body surged forward. Hand flying to their mouth as their whole body rocked with coughs, hacks, and water poured out of their mouth like a river. Lance, startled by the quick suddenness of the stranger, leaped back into the water. One remaining look at the bunch and the Avian gave a groan before collapsing to the ground, wings opened and soaked along with the rest of their body.
“Pidge, Hunk, could you cover for me back at home? We can’t let anyone know about this or what happened or we’ll get in serious trouble!”
“What!? Lance you can’t be serious about taking care of this- this- Avian! I say we all just go home, eat and forget this ever happened. Who’s with me?” Hunk spoke with their eyes wide, looking between Pidge and Lance.
“We can cover for you but you’ll have to show your face every once in a while.” Pidge quickly countered, more interested in finding out more about their new winged friend then their actual well-being.
“Thanks Pidge, I owe you and Hunk a favor.” Lance sighed, suddenly exhausted by the day’s events. The two murmured their goodbyes, giving a final look at Lance and the avian, silently thanking the stranger for their appearance before submerging into the water to make the journey home.
Shoulders slumping forward, Lance turned to look at his ‘catch of the day’. They had raven black hair that was much longer in the back then the front, though with the water making the hair stick to their face he was pretty sure the style wasn’t common amongst the merfolk, must be an avian thing. Gently moving the hair aside Lance stared at the stranger’s face, they had beautiful skin and their jawbone was very prominent, their lips looked just as soft as their wings and he was very tempted to test out that theory. He didn’t want to just start randomly touching the person from the start, he didn’t know how the avians work, what was okay and what wasn’t, he knew for certain he wouldn’t want anyone touching is tail without permission so he wasn’t about to run his fingers through their feathers, certainly wouldn’t peck their lips to see if it matched the feel of the feather, he wouldn’t even play with the jet black hair that looked ever-so tempting. Nope, he wouldn’t do it. Yet he found himself inching forward, hand slowing going forward with him as he stared down at the closed eyes, did all the avians have such pretty eyelashes like this one?
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Keith remembered the fight, he remembered the explosion, he even remembered the merfolk that had killed his attacker before the rest turned into a blur. He felt hands brushing out his hair, the hand was warm and the flesh was so tender and soft, he leaned into the touch. It made him feel like he was back home with his mother, her scent was the only thing he could remember about her except for how soft her hands were and how gentle she’d hold him or touch him, he groaned, the pain in his wings severing the sweet memory like a glass shard. His eyes slowly cracked open, his vision blurry. The shape of someone was in front of him, turning his head he tried to blink away the cloud of haziness that dragged at his bones. His eyesight clearing Keith could make out tan skin, much tanner then he’s ever seen and brown hair with sky-blue eyes that caught the sunshine off the water, along their neck was three thin lines and where their ears should be was like weird webbing resembling a duck’s webbed feet, along the lines looked like scales and with a tilt of his head he found that their wrist was littered with scales. Looking back at the stranger’s face he glanced down and saw millions of glittering scales that gleamed with the dim lightning of the cavern, fins at the his hips and a long blue tail that laid in the water even though the person-creature-merman was sitting beside him.
Keith’s mind seemed to be slow at catching on, here was a merman looking at him expectantly, running their fingers through his hair. Keith’s heard of the rumors of the merfolk, hell even witnessed one a few minutes prior to now, but with the steady strokes of his hair he didn’t seem to be afraid. Sure the merman was quite the sight to see but that was all apart of the illusion so they could trick you into something or kill you, forcing himself to sit up he winced as the stabbing pain made itself know once again on his wings.
“You shouldn’t try to sit up yet!” The merman beside him spoke, placing a hand onto Keith’s shoulder, the action was small and meant no harm but Kieth couldn’t be quite sure of that. Narrowing his eyes he shook the hand off and put distance between the two of them, staggering to his feet while panting with the effort. Lance admired his courage and tolerance, but he was only trying to help and the hostility from the Avian made him scoff. “Rude, its not like I saved your life or anything!!”
Keith blinked, confusion wrapping around his brain like a blanket, at the Garrison they were told to not believe a kind gesture by any other then your own fellow comrades, you never know what the other might want from you and even the smallest act can be taken accountable.
“Why,” Keith’s voice was a little raspy from the salt water that had invaded his lungs, though it was a cold response all the same.
“Why? Is that really all I get, is a ‘why’? Anyway the name’s Lance! And you might be..?” In an effort to seem friendly Lance smiled, showing off pointed teeth that was far from the normal ones Keith was used to. Despite his wariness, Keith couldn’t help but sigh and slump down to sit, drawing his wings to him with much effort.
“I’m Keith.” The response was curt, the raven-haired boy turning to look at the damaged done. The tips and middle of his wings were completely burned and blistered, blood clotting around it but the remaining soldier’s shot had hit him straight in the middle of his back where the two joints meet. Every movement from his feathery limbs made him ache all over, pain traveling through his body. He’d have to get the destroyed and splintered/stunted feathers out of the way for new, better ones to come in but that would take way longer then he could allow. Shiro was out there waiting for him, and Keith wasn’t about to sit in some silly cave with a merman while his brother was in Zarkon’s hands.
His body ached and he had no energy left to move, not even to groom his feathers. His usually kept look was spent, feathers bent and burnt, skin bruised and blistered, and he was freezing in this cave.
“Do you need any help with those..?” Lance offered sheepishly, a small gleam in his eye that Keith couldn’t quite tell what the other was plotting.
“No. I don’t need your help.” Keith defended himself, no way would he allow for someone to touch his wings. Touching an Avians outer feathers was something for a friendly or family gesture, touching the inner, softer, more vulnerable feathers was as close you could get to a person. The middle where the wings joints connected was equally as sensitive, maybe even more so. Keith only wished Shiro was here, he was the only one who Keith had allowed the honor of touching, serving Keith’s way of telling Shiro all the things he wanted to say but couldn’t. He was never good with words. But Shiro seemed to understand, and in return, Keith also got to touch what no other had touched before. But here he was now, presented with some fish that wanted to touch his wings? It, to say the least, angered him more then Lance had expected.
Lance didn’t understand why Keith seemed so angry, if he beat a ship full of Galra soldiers and escaped with his life, he’d be pretty proud and beam with excitement but the thing Keith seemed to beam with was anger and pain.
“Okay, jeez, you don have to bite my head off you know. It was just a suggestion.” Lance folded his arms across his chest, watching as Keith shivered and then grimaced, his heart twisted oddly. “I’m not gonna hurt you, you know. If I really wanted to I would’ve done so already or left you out there with that Galra dude. You’re safe with me.”
Keith took what Lance said into deep consideration, in his tired mind, Lance seemed trustable and he did have a point. If Lance wanted anything from him then now would be the prime time to ask/take it but he didn’t, Lance merely kept his distance and tried to help him. If the weird hair stroking from earlier meant remotely anything then Keith was sure he would make it out okay. He just didn’t have the energy to argue or protest any more, drawing his wings around himself for warmth, Keith settled down as comfortable as he could be, acutely aware of the merman watching him. With the warmth offered and the lack of energy, Keith had no trouble falling asleep. He’s find Shiro sooner rather then later, there couldn’t be that many Galra ships left to check.



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