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anenbylittlepotato · 3 years

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What are the reactions of the demon brothers to MC's pet bunny who gives bunny kisses to the brothers?

Aww, this is so cute! 🥺

The Demon Bros with MC's Pet Bunny

Lucifer

When he first sees MC's bunny he just groans. He has to take care of a human and a bunny now?! Why doesn't Diavolo tell him these things?!

He just sighs and takes a moment to make peace with the fact that he'll just have to buy bunny food for the next year... Right...?

NOPE. Turns out taking care of a bunny is much more work than it seems, as MC explains to him. Great...

So uh... Yeah, safe to say that he has nothing but burning hatred for this bunny at first. Stop causing him so much more work dammit.

But honestly, who could conceivably stay mad at a bunny for long? They're so round and soft and fluffy and adorable. Even Lucifer, the almighty himself, isn't immune to a bunny's charms.

Eventually, the tiny little thing grows on him. He never lets any of his brothers see, but he'll occasionally slip the bunny a little treat or two, and sometimes he'll set the bunny on his desk while he works so he can reach over and pet her occasionally. And one time when he was sitting on the couch while his brothers were away and he was so stressed out to the point that he was almost tempted to bash his head against a wall, the little thing came up to him and just??? Puts her tiny little paws on his foot??? And looked up at him with those big round eyes, nose twitching and ears perked??? Almost like she was concerned for him??? Oh, he's in love. Now every time he's stressed out like that, he seeks out your bunny for comfort.

But then??? One day??? The bunny??? Gives him little bunny kisses??? Oh, he melts. This man is fucking putty. He's weak.

Please, this man loves your bunny. But of course, he never shows it around his brothers. And he rarely shows it around you. It's just a him and the bunny thing. No one else needs to know.

Mammon

The moment this man sees your bunny for the first time he's in love. Love at first sight is real, my dudes.

But she's just so??? Small??? And round??? And fluffy??? And cute??? How could you NOT love such a thing, honestly?

He still complains when he has to take care of you, but he's still really excited about your bunny.

This man,,, spoils the hell out of your bunny. He's constantly smothering her with love, and he constantly gives her little treats and gives her carrots and lettuce and any little snacks that she likes. And he lets her up on the couch and he holds her in his lap. He's adopted your bunny. That's his bunny now.

And when the bunny gives him little bunny kisses? He's dead. His heart spontaneously combusts right then and there. He didn't think he could love this bunny any more than he did, but then it happened. Please, bunny, you're going to be the death of him.

He definitely doesn't let his brothers see how much he loves this bunny though. He knows they would endlessly hound on him for it.

Leviathan

Honestly? He's definitely not very fond of your bunny when he first sees her. Sorry, but he's much more privy to reptilian and aquatic animals. Land mammals aren't really his thing.

They're just so... Weird to him, honestly. Those big weird eyes, the fact that they're completely covered in fuzz as if they're a moldy piece of food, their weird nails and their weird little noses. They freak him out.

So yeah, definitely not a fan of the bunny. He avoids her at all costs. Every time the bunny comes near him or touches him in any way, he's immediately in his demon form and leaps to the other side of the room, moving faster than anyone's ever seen him move in his life. Get that thing away from him-

His brothers find this so damn amusing. Especially Mammon. Mammon constantly pulls pranks on Levi that involve the bunny (though, of course, bunny-safe pranks, he doesn't want it getting hurt-) and teases him relentlessly about it.

One day you go over to Levi and gently try to convince Levi to at least try to bond with your bunny. It takes a lot of convincing and bribing, but he finally agrees. So you take him over to the bunny and sit down in front of her with him. Levi is shaking like a fucking leaf as you grab his arm and hold it out to the bunny. He jumps and lets out a small yelp as the bunny steps forward to sniff his hand. And he's whimpering and shaking when the bunny moves even closer to him and???? Climbs into his lap??? He's he is frozen with fear at this point. He doesn't know what to do, MC, help him. When you tell him the bunny likes him, he just really shook. It likes him??? A yucky, gross otaku like him???

And then, when it gives him bunny kisses???? MC has to explain what it's doing but when he understands he's just??? In shock.

There's no way he could hate the bunny after that. He finds solidarity with the bunny after that.

Satan

Satan is a cat person, through and through. However, this absolutely does not mean he'll stick up his nose to other furry, four-legged friends. Quite the contrary, he likes them too. Make no mistake, cats are and always will be his go-to, but that he still likes other animals too. He's flexible with his love.

So, safe to say, when he sees your bunny, he gets quite excited. Are you gonna help him annoy Lucifer, little girl? Are you?

He's also really excited to use all of his reading knowledge to help take care of the bunny. He knows exactly what the bunny needs and helps you pick out the things that would be best for her.

Sometimes, when he's reading, your bunny will walk up to him and, without looking up from his book, he'll reach over and gently stroke her ears. Though he has to keep the bunny out of his room because she loves to nibble the books.

He doesn't really care about letting his brothers know he likes the bunny. He's not embarrassed by his love of animals.

Asmodeus

He adores your bunny. She's just so cute! Though don't put her on him, it'll get hair on his new outfit!

This man takes so many Devilgram pics of and with this bunny. His fans love her! And he even gets cute little outfits for her! And he grooms her soft fur and gives her cute little bows! One day he tried to give her a bath, not knowing the dangers. Luckily, MC and Satan managed to stop him before it was too late. Please don't bathe your bunnies in water unless your vet tells you to, it's very bad for them

Seriously tho, this man gives your bunny some little bunny spa days. He pampers your bunny. Asmo, please, she doesn't need her nails painted, she's a bunny. And did... Did you seriously put cucumbers on her eyes??? She's gonna eat them-

But when she gives him bunny kisses? Oh, she's so cute, oh my goodness! He absolutely has to get as many pictures of this moment as he can! It's just too precious not to post all over Devilgram! His fans are going to adore this!! And he was right, too, as it ends up being one of his most popular posts.

And he's never been shy about showing his affections toward you around others why would he be shy about showing affection to your bunny?

Beelzebub

When he first saw her, he may or may not have thought about eating her-

But don't worry, he managed to resist.

Honestly, he doesn't really mind the bunny too much aside from the occasional thought about eating her. He never really pays much attention to her at first except when he's really hungry.

But as he gets closer to you and starts spending more time with her in turn, and he comes to like her. She's really cute. Just like you!

Sometimes she'll come up to him while he's eating and he'll drop her the occasional leaf or carrot piece. And she really likes to crawl into his lap and just peek out at everyone. And he really likes to touch her soft fur. Sometimes the bunny follows him around. I think she feels safest with him out of all of the brothers. Which... Fair enough, honestly.

And when she gave him bunny kisses? Oh, the little large pure boi was so happy and excited. MC, look, she likes him!! Are you looking, MC?

He's never been the most secretive when it comes to his feelings, so he doesn't really mind showing affection to the bunny around his brothers.

Belphegor

Haha, he's in the attic what are you talking about-

Nah, nah, jk, he still sees your bunny after he's out of the attic.

And honestly, he's chill with her. He literally doesn't care that much.

Though he does like how soft her fur is... Do you wanna be one of his nap buddies, little bunny?

Apparently, the answer is yes because whenever Belphie is taking a nap, she hops over and makes herself comfortable beside him. Hey, he's not complaining one bit. She's soft and that's all that matters. Actually, whenever the bunny wants to sleep, she wanders over to Belphie and settles down beside him. She seems to see him as just as much of a good nap buddy as he does to her.

And when she gives him little bunny kisses? Honestly, he's more surprised than anything. He does think it's cute, sure, but he kinda just blinks at her a few times in surprise. Then he chuckles a little and pets her head.

And this man couldn't possibly care less about showing affection towards the bunny around his brothers. He gives zero fucks.

That took way longer to write than it should have. It probably would have been done faster if I had the ability to not procrastinate 😔

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me writing #obey me headcanons

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.81

Lance was silently fuming in his grave. He’d lost his temper with his friends, and now he’d exiled himself to the backyard to avoid them. He didn’t want to be mad at them, but when they pulled stupid shit and made jokes over becoming a vampire, he couldn’t cope. Coming home to a home that kind of no longer felt like his was bad enough. He’d hoped that what Matt wanted to show him was him kicking Pidge’s arse at some video game and Matt was simply making fun of him. Not this. Not some half baked idea of investigating Lotor. Rieva had been so scared they’d been forced to return to Platt, and now she was happily conspiring with Pidge and Hunk, like that fear didn’t matter. There was a reason hunters existed. They took care of things like this. Not two werewolves and two humans who’d only just found out that things really do to bump in the night. He wanted his life back. He wanted things to go back to hunting dumb ghosts and the occasional yucky feeling of death when they did. Why couldn’t they understand how he felt? He shouldn’t have lost his stupid temper, but being a vampire wasn’t something to joke about.

Being the light of his undead life, Hunk was the one who came to talk to him. Shovelling off Lance’s death dirt, Lance faked death until Hunk made it impossible to ignore him

“Lance... I don’t know if you can hear me... but... Can we talk, buddy? I’m not used to this... You look dead in there and I don’t like how it feels seeing you dead”

That was the nicest thing Hunk had said in ages. That he didn’t like seeing Lance laying in his shallow grave

“I’m not changing my mind”

Hunk sighed, Lance hearing the way his clothes rustled as his friend sat heavily, just short of where he’d dug Lance up

“I don’t like this either... but Pidge wanted to help... and she needs someone there to keep her grounded”

Hunk was good at that. Provided Pidge was still listening and not swept away in an investigation

“She needs to leave it alone before she ends up dead”

“But you’re dead... and you’re okay?”

He wasn’t okay. He’d just gotten very good at existing

“I’m not going to watch her go through what I went through”

“What... I mean, you totally don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I guess... maybe I don’t see the problem with you being a vampire”

Hunk wouldn’t. He saw the absolute best in everyone. Even when they didn’t see it in themselves, he kind of... brought it out of you. Lance couldn’t tell him. He didn’t want Hunk to pity him. He’d barely been able to tell Matt without Keith’s support

“I... I can’t tell you. I can tell she should fear being a vampire. If Pidge was turned, she’d never be the person we know again. That’s if she kept her mind”

“But you... kept yours? You’re not secretly a serial killer are you?”

Lance could almost see Hunk worrying his pointer fingers together

“No. I was turned young. Too young... My mind and body were more flexible. When we get older we get set in our ways. Our sense of self evolves as we grow. That’s the secret to keeping your sanity. It’s holding onto every little bit of humanity you can find”

“That had to be rough... I...”

Hunk was so pure he wasn’t seeing the truth

“You don’t know what to say. You’re cautious. I can hear the way your heart beats increased. I did everything I could to keep you out of this. But that all went up in flames in an instant. Yeah. I knew Matt was a werewolf before he came back. I prayed Pidge wouldn’t find out... and look what that got us. A whole lot of awkwardness and mistrust. You guys can talk and laugh about it because you’ve never seen a vampire properly. You’ve never seen humans paraded around as fresh meals on a lead. You’ve never felt hunger that robs you of your sanity. Pidge only saw a sliver and you were there to witness what that did to her. This isn’t a game and we can’t just drink slushies to feel better after a bad hunt. A bad hunt means you’re dead. Throat torn out for the fun of it... if you’re lucky. If you’re unlucky... it’s not a quick death”

If you’re unlucky you turn out like Adam, but that wasn’t Lance’s secret to share.

Hunk fell silent. Lance’s hearing not good enough to hear the metaphorical cogs kicking over. It was a long moment before Hunk replied

“You’re right. We don’t understand. It scared me when Matt suddenly showed us his wolf. I don’t know how to cope with any of this. I can’t even tell Shay and she totally thinks I’m flaky”

That wasn’t fair. Hunk was only flaky in the sense he was like a warm croissant

“I know. Since I met you guys... I... I was scared. I’ve never had friends as close as family before. I’ve never loved having people around like I love you and Pidge. I’ve spent my adult life trying to atone for what I am. Realistically I should have died when I was a kid. I never enjoyed lying. My ego never thought I was better than you. If anything I envied you both. You both grow old. You grow old and fall in love. You make families and you know love. When you don’t age you get to watch everyone you love grow older and die before you. I love you guys warm and breathing...”

“I don’t think Pidge is going to give up. Her... um... dad... he like knows about this kind of thing. And her mum... she’s pretty mad at both of them”

That made sense. Kind of... He’d thought Colleen and Sam had some sense that he wasn’t human. Though how they knew hunters wasn’t as clear. Platt was a big place. Most vampires and werewolves knew how to keep their heads down when they really needed to

“I love her. I love her and I don’t know if I can support this. I can barely support Keith and he’s been a hunter for years now. I don’t... I spent a long time not being part of that world for a reason. Nothing good ever comes out of it”

“Keith did...”

Touché. Keith and Shiro... they were a different kind of hunter. Eyes opened by personal tragedy that should have left them blood thirsty

“Keith... with him... it’s different. He feels like... he feels like he’s been our friend for years. He was really hurt over what happened. He’s not the best with social cues and friends. He’s been through so much and I was so happy that you guys wanted to be friends with him”

“He’s... nicer then when we met him”

“That’s because he was convinced I was a blood sucking monster that fed on you as you slept”

“That doesn’t make me feel good”

“Relax. I swear I never ever fed on either of you. I had blood bags, and I never wanted to. I wanted to be human”

“Is there a way to cure vampire-ism? Is it “ism?”. Do you guys have like a preferred term?”

“I’m fine with whatever. But no. There’s no cure. I’m as dead as I can be without being in a hole in a ground”

“Dude, you are literally in a hole in the ground”

Touché again. He was kind of cold buried up to his shoulders... His poor death soil hadn’t been taken care of at all. Stupid dandelions had invaded... He’d always kept the garden so meticulous

“I know... Hunk, I don’t know what to do”

“I don’t know what to do either, bud. What would Keith say?”

“I don’t think he’s talking to me. I told him I was coming back here today and he didn’t reply”

“Oh, man... I’m sorry... I didn’t know you two were...”

Two were what? Fighting? Lance thought they’d made up...

“I don’t think we’re fighting... he just normally answers or he’s working... or sleeping. Shiro did get slightly drunk last night”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep. Curtis finally took him on a proper date”

“Like in public?”

“No. They went to this underground vampire fighting ring that serves great wings. Yes, in public. Just because Curtis is slightly cursed doesn’t really mean anything”

Lance could hear Hunk scratching the back of his head

“Dude. Relax. I’m joking. Curtis’s curse doesn’t mean he can’t go out and enjoy himself with Shiro. He styled his hair to hide his horn”

“So like curses and magic are real? That’s a real thing?”

“Yeah. I only found out about it not that long ago. Curtis used to be a hunter. I suppose he still kind of is, but he works for Coran now”

“Like you work for Coran?”

Hunk was curious, yet kind of freaked. Lance could hear it in his voice. He’d come out here for peace, but instead found himself having a much needed talk with Hunk

“I don’t work for Coran. Coran takes care of like all the supernaturals and hunters in Platt. I’ve known him since I was turned. He helped me and my family out a lot with adjusting to me being the undead”

“So if anything goes wrong...?”

“I go to Coran. He’d welcome you guys too. He’s heard all about both of you”

“I don’t know how that makes me feel”

“Nothing bad. Just... you guys really mean a lot to me. You’re not the first humans I’ve been friendly with, but you’re the most important people in my life to date. And Keith. I didn’t even tell him I was coming back today. I messaged him... but he didn’t reply...”

Silence fell between them again. Lance content to let Hunk take his time, which he did, before finally starting to talk again

“Lance. Is there a reason you left Platt? If you were happy there... you could have stayed to be with Keith if you’d wanted”

“I was in Platt because Rieva was concerned for our safety with Lotor around. Lotor comes from a really bad family. Like worse than every vampire movie you’ve seen put together. His mother’s worse than Elizabeth Bathory. Hell, she probably got her twisted ways from her...”

“Or from pop culture”

Lance shook his head, sending dirt across his face. That was the trouble with burying himself. Maybe it was time to invest in a nice body bag, or a proper coffin to keep the dirt out

“She’s been alive longer than pop culture has existed. If Lotor suddenly proclaimed she was Elizabeth, I don’t think I’d actually be surprised”

“Is she really that bad?”

“Rieva didn’t tell you? The woman’s got a screw loose up there. More like she’s walked into a hardware store, pulled every packet of screws off the shelf, opened them all, then thrown them everywhere as she then bosses the staff into cleaning up the mess she’s left”

“That doesn’t sound good”

It sounded like a total chaotic shit show. Kind of like how the Blades conveniently marched to the beat of their own drum

“Not particularly. Bud, I know you always see the good in people, but you need to see Honerva isn’t a person. Those invisible lines the of law that keeps us in line doesn’t apply when you’re that powerful. Going after Lotor could bring that madness down on all of you. Not just us, but everyone you love. I’m so happy you and Shay finally started dating, and I’m not telling you to choose but if you ever feel you have to, then please choose her. You two are so perfect for each other. I want to see you grow old together... I want you both to be happy”

Hunk sighed heavily

“I... don’t know if I can ignore what’s happening... I don’t want... I don’t want to see people hurt because I wasn’t brave enough to do something”

Because Hunk loved his friends as fiercely as Lance loved them

“Then... then I don’t know. But don’t chase anything. I can let Keith know, or Coran, but I can’t lose you, even if it makes you hate me. The world is a better place for having you and Pidge in it... always remember that. I’m going to take a nap out here”

Moving seemed like effort. Inside smelt like werewolf. The gremlin was cranky. Here seemed as good as any spot to wallow

“You’re going to take a nap?”

Hunk sounded surprised. Then again, he wasn’t used to Lance napping in the ground. Lance wasn’t used to Lance napping in the ground, but the soil felt kind of reassuring

“It’s fine. I spent three months making this soil. It’s actually good for me. Helps promote healing all that... I’ll be okay”

“I don’t like leaving you in there alone”

Lance snorted, mentally imagining Hunk trying to climb in beside him

“I’ll be okay. Just don’t let Matt pee on me. I think I need some me space”

“Should... should I cover you back up?”

“If you want to. I’m pretty cozy in here”

“But... don’t you need to breathe?”

“Eventually. I breathe. But I can also hold my breath a ridiculous amount of time”

“Dude... that’s so weird”

“Welcome to having a friend who’s a vampire. Seriously though. I really love you guys. I want to be here with you... I... Thanks for coming to check on me. I know this isn’t easy for you”

“Well... like... you know... we’re like best friends... right?”

“Best friends forever, buddy”

** I can’t help it. I love our boy interacting with his besties and being friends again**

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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otterknowbynow · 4 years

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Altean Home Economics (9/?)

Goo is great, but Hunk sure would feel better if they had kitchen access.

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“So you’re just going to mix these together and see what happens?” Keith asks from the other side of the island. Hunk nods, still stirring the bowl in front of him with the silicone scraper he had eventually found in one of the kitchen’s dozens of drawers. Three more bowls line the counter in front of him, each about half-filled with goopy mixture.

“That’s the plan, Kogane my man.” Keith’s brows somehow furrow even lower at this; he frowns, gaze still fixed on the bowls.

“Don’t call me that,” he says quietly. The last place people called him by his last name alone was the Garrison, and usually in circumstances he’d much rather not think about. Keith shoves those memories to the back of his mind, trying not to examine them too closely. Of course when he does that, it leaves the front of his mind free to focus on everything he’s been worrying about ever since he first saw Ulaz’s blade. He frowns, shakes his head a little to clear that away as well, which Hunk apparently takes as further emphasis.

“Okay,” he agrees, wiping the scraper off on the side of the bowl so the rest of the dough he’s mixing drops in. “I can respect that -- anyway, yeah. We’ve got four different mixtures here -- Pidge found two raising agents and two grains, so I figure we’ll combine them -- with some water -- every way they can be and see what happens, first off. Figure out how the different flours respond to different leavening. And apart from these, I’m gonna throw together a couple of starters and see if we can find any, uh, space yeast, from the castle. Who knows what’s in here?”

“I guess you’re going to,” Keith says with a shrug. “Never really got into baking.” There wasn’t much reason for cookies and cakes while he was out living in the desert, tracking messages he didn’t know yet were from Galra ships, or getting pinged by Blue’s calls from where she was buried in the canyon. Food was a means to survival, not an avenue for creativity. If he was going to spend his energy on putting together a meal, it was going to be one he’d get at least as much energy and use out of as he put in. And before that, well, there hadn’t exactly been tons of opportunities to experiment in a kitchen.

“Oh, you’re missing out, buddy.” Hunk shrugs, then smiles across at him. “We’ll get you on the baked goods train soon enough!”

“If you say so,” says Keith. The bowls just smell like variations on play-doh to him, which is not exactly appetizing, but he figures it must all be part of the process. He’s considering asking Hunk to explain a bit more about it when Lance’s voice cuts in, shouting from the other end of the kitchen.

“Guys? You still in there? Coran’s here to talk to us about that giant terrifying death machine that tried to kill us!” Keith looks at Hunk, who looks back, eyebrows raised, and shrugs.

“Be out in a minute!” he shouts back. He grabs a roll of some kind of flexible sheeting from an open cupboard and rips off a section of it to offer to Keith. “Help me wrap these up? Loosely, though.” Keith nods, taking the sheeting. Play-doh experiments are certainly at least more relaxing than sitting around and worrying about what’ll happen when they get to where they’re going.

“...and then it attacked Hunk!” Lance is finishing as they enter the main kitchen again. He’s standing in front of a giant appliance, easily twice the size of the stove Keith used -- well, occasionally used -- in his desert house. The thing has dozens of tubes coming out of it in a bunch of colors, but nothing that Keith thinks looks like it could attack anyone. He shakes his head: trust Lance to read something harmless as some kind of alien superweapon.

“There is nothing on that whatsoever that looks like it could attack Hunk,” he says irritably.

“I’m sorry, Keith, are you not seeing this?” Lance’s hands move around the surface of it so quickly that Keith isn’t at all sure which thing he’s supposed to be seeing.

“Am I not seeing what? Do you see anything here that looks like, I don’t know, a knife? a gun?”

“I mean, it was pretty scary when it all just shifted like that,” Hunk interrupts, putting a hand on Lance’s shoulder before he can respond. “But I don’t think it’s a threat now.”

“It’s definitely not,” Coran says, laughing. “It’s just the staples querlay! I’m not sure how you managed to activate it without meaning to, but it’s certainly ready to go now.” He smacks the top of the querlay twice in quick succession, and it starts humming quietly. “So, what are you hoping for? A little yalmor fat? Some juniberry sugar?”

“Wait -- it can do that?” Hunk is looking at Coran open-mouthed, his eyes wide. Keith is lost.

“Do what?”

“Of course it can -- all your pantry staples at the touch of a button! Of course, it hasn’t been used in uh...several millennia, but in theory it ought to still work. Nothing doing but to try, as my aunt Inga used to say!” He grins widely at the three of them. “So, what do you need?”

“That’s...that’s how it works? It just gives you whatever you need?” Lance asks incredulously; Coran starts to answer, but before he can get a word out, Lance continues, voice rising with every word until he’s practically shouting. “Then why does it sound like a quiznaking nuclear missile when it opens? Just to terrify everyone around it?”

“Well, I imagine it’s a bit out of practice,” Coran says, shrugging.

It turns out that’s not exactly how it works, but Lance’s guess is good enough, it seems. Coran is in his element as he walks them through the machine’s control panel over the next ten minutes or so, and Keith absorbs enough of his enthusiastic digressions to understand that the querlay will produce any Altean pantry staple on demand, and a few from other alien cultures as well. Hunk seems entirely fascinated, and asks Coran rapid-fire questions as he goes through the panel, something that delights them both to no end. Lance, meanwhile, retreats back to the counter and sits down on the floor against it, muttering something about there being nothing wrong with being cautious around alien technology.

“So, what should we do with this?” Keith asks when Hunk and Coran seem to be winding down.

“Hm?” Coran asks. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, we still don’t know if it’s safe for human consumption, right?”

“We could take samples to Pidge in the lab,” Hunk says. He looks a bit pained. “Though I was going to get those starters together so they have some time overnight --”

“-- I’ll do it,” Keith says, relieved to have a reason to leave the kitchen. It’s not bad when it’s just Hunk explaining things, but the two of them together plus Lance’s whole...deal...is getting overwhelming. “I just need more of those containers to put a little bit of everything in.” Hunk nods, pointing at a cupboard under the counter opposite where Lance has apparently fallen asleep, his head resting on a drawer handle.

“There’s a bunch down there. Thanks, Keith. Coran, can I pick your brain about some of these things while I try to capture some migratory microbe colonies?”

“Of course!” Coran is halfway to the pantry already and in no way asking for clarification. “Why, I can tell you all about my boyhood baking days -- that was never Inga’s style, but my cousin Ira made the best sepkifruit pudding you’ve ever tasted.” Hunk laughs, following, and Keith sighs as the room quiets behind them before turning to the cupboard under the island.

#scribbles #voltron #vld #vld fic #I love all four of these boys v much

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shadow-wasser · 7 years

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WIP Fic Whenever: Atlamorphs 8

WIP Fic Friday Whenever is a place where I will put a ‘quick and dirty’ first draft of either a short story or a chapter from a longer story. This will hopefully encourage me to improve my writing output. An Animorphs/Avatar: the Last Airbender Crossover. Yes it’s strange.

Deep Blue

“This was the spot.”

I peered over the side of Appa’s saddle, into the dark water below. It was such a deep blue, bluer than the sky, bluer even than Katara’s eyes. I couldn’t see anything below the surface.

“Thank you for bringing us here,” Katara said to the fisherman.

The fisherman looked up at us from his boat. Appa was just swimming, but we were still sitting higher than him. “Of course,” he said. “But this water is very deep. I was using my longest net when I brought up the artifact. Do you need it?”

I shook my head. “Uh, no. I don’t think so.”

The fisherman looked concerned. “But Avatar, this water is far too deep to dive, and the currents are strong. How will you find what it is you’re looking for?”

I swallowed nervously. I didn’t want to tell him about our morphing. I felt like that was something that should be kept a secret between us and the Andalite.

“Aang has his ways,” said Katara. “Thank you for your help, but we’ll be fine from here.”

The fisherman blinked. “Well, anything to help the Avatar.”

We watched carefully as he left, not moving from atop Appa’s back until he was a mere dot on the horizon.

I looked back at the ocean. It was so dark. I wondered if I’d even be able to see anything under there.

“Well,” said Sokka eventually. “Are we going to do this, or what?”

I scratched Momo behind his ears, then took off my shirt and pants. “Yeah. The visions have been getting weaker lately. I just hope that we’re not too late.”

“We’re not too late,” said Katara firmly, putting her hand on my shoulder. “We’ll find it… whatever it is.”

I smiled, trying to ignore my heart’s fluttering at her touch. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

I jumped off Appa’s back into the water, shivering in my underwear. Sokka soon joined me, and Katara got off on the other side.

I swam up to Appa’s ear. “We’re going to change now, okay buddy? It might be scary. But we won’t hurt you. Just wait here until we come back.”

Appa grunted what I assumed was an affirmative, and I kicked away, making sure there was a good deal of space between Appa and me, and between me and Sokka.

After all, the Unagi is big.

Have you ever read one of those old stories, the legends about transforming spirits, like foxes or dragons who become human? I had always imagined that the spirit changed in an instant, going from one form to another in the blink of an eye. Well, it’s not like that. At least, not for us.

First, my skin changed. Blackness bloomed over my pale skin, and I could actually feel it go damp and sticky.

Then, I heard a crack, crackle, crack as my spine shifted and grew longer, then longer and longer. I was stretching out like a noodle! My kicking feet were sinking lower and lower, and soon I began to go under, unable to tread water anymore.

I was drowning! Memories of cold ice and rushing power flickered at the edge of my thoughts, and I began to panic.

No! I couldn’t do that now. I needed to concentrate, needed to finish morphing. I thought of calmness, of the peace I felt while meditating, and felt my panic begin to ebb. Ignore it. Just concentrate.

I looked up at the surface, at the sunlight playing on the barrier between water and air. I thought of the Unagi, and not how my lungs burned, or the tickling sensation of my arms and legs withering away like last year’s hay. I even tried to ignore it when a snout swelled in my field of vision, big and black and making it nearly impossible to look directly in front of me.

Then, I noticed that my lungs weren’t burning anymore. Instead, the water was flowing into my mouth, and through slits in my neck. My gills.

Oh, I thought. I must be done. I-

Hungry.

So hungry.

I looked down. Nothing. I looked up. A shadow! Something on the surface! I could feel it moving, in trembling vibrations that rippled up my whiskers and down my body.

Prey.

I undulated my body and moved, shooting towards the surface. I opened my mouth. This prey was big, and might take more than one bite.

And, as I got nearer, the shadow focused, showing the big head, the six legs, the broad tail, the- Appa!

No!

I veered off at the last second, arcing my back and turning back towards the depths.

Oh spirits, I’d almost eaten Appa! I’d wanted to! I’d nearly-

Vibrations coming through the water! My whiskers could feel them. It was something big.

I turned my flexible body to face the incomer, and saw an Unagi. It looked oddly diminished, much smaller than the one I had faced the previous day, though of course it only looked that way since I was the same size.

(Aang? Is- is that you?) came Sokka’s voice in my mind.

(Yeah, it’s me.)

(Are you okay?)

(I’m fine. I’ve got it under control.)

(Where’s Katara?)

I felt a third presence move through the water, and saw another Unagi approach. Its fin was raised, and its mouth was gaping, showing its teeth. My Unagi mind immediately registered this as aggressive.

(Katara! Snap out of it!)

(It’s us, Katara!)

The Unagi paused, and then its fin lowered and its mouth closed. (Oh. S-sorry guys. I guess I got a little carried away there.)

(It’s okay,) I said. (I did, too)

(Okay,) said Sokka. (We need to keep track of time and direction. I’m going to surface to get a heading on the sun. And hopefully Appa will be here when we get back, because it’s a long swim back to shore.)

I watched Sokka rise to the surface, feeling uneasy. But not about what we were doing. I knew that we needed to answer this vision I kept getting, whatever it truly meant. I felt odd about being the Unagi. Before, I’d only been Appa and Momo, and though they were different, they were both at heart peaceful animals. The Unagi was different. The Unagi wouldn’t just fight to defend itself or its friends. The Unagi wanted to kill. It was such an alien feeling that I hadn’t known how to control it.

Sokka came back down. (Well, I think I might have scared off Appa by accident. You’d think he wouldn’t be fazed by a giant sea monster, but I guess not.)

(Oh, great,) said Katara. (What do we do now?)

(We’ll have to swim. We can morph back to ourselves on the way back, if we need to.)

(I hope Appa’s okay,) I said.

(Aang, he’ll be fine. He was just spooked. He knows the way back to Kyoshi.)

There was a pause, and the Unagi that was Sokka tilted its head away. (Come on, we don’t have that much time. Let’s look for this… whatever.)

I tilted my body downward, and wriggled. It was weird, moving with no arms or legs. All I had was my body, pushing the water back. It was almost like bending.

The water was just as dark as it had looked from the surface, and murky. I couldn’t see Sokka’s head, only the end of his tail as it flapped around ahead of me. More than sight, I could feel the water moving, the tremors tickling my whiskers. The currents were moving constantly, just like the wind did above the ground. And in the currents, living things swam, slicing through the water and displacing it. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were there.

It was really neat.

(Spirits, this water is murky,) said Katara.

(No kidding)

(Hey guys?) came Sokka’s voice. (I think I’ve reached the bottom.)

I swam forward a few undulations, and soon saw the bottom come into focus, a dark expanse of silt punctuated by the occasional rock.

(Wow,) I said. (So this is what the bottom of the sea looks like.)

(So, Aang. Anything look familiar? Any new visions, maybe? Daydreams, perhaps?)

(I’m not sure. Let’s look around.)

I wound my way along the bottom, my whiskers out straight and feeling the way ahead. Spires of rock emerged from the gloom, jutting up like trees but decorated with crinemones and scallops instead of leaves and bark.

Then, through the dimness, something caught at the light.

It was very small, and my Unagi eyes couldn’t make it out very well. But when I turned my head to the side and looked at it with one eye, I could see that it was a twisted shard of metal, still shiny and not yet encrusted with algae and barnacles.

(Guys, come look at this.)

(Where are you?) Oh right. Mind-talking wasn’t like regular talking. You can’t tell where it’s coming from.

(Over here.)

(Oh yeah, that’s helpful,) muttered Sokka.

(Um. I’m by the rock that looks like a fist.)

After a few minutes, two Unagi emerged from the murk and looked down at the metal shard.

(Do you think that it’s like the first one?) asked Katara.

(It looks like it. But I can’t see well enough to make out the writing. Come on, there might be more.)

(I can’t believe this,) muttered Sokka. (This is by far the craziest thing we’ve ever done.)

(No way! We’ve done way crazier things! Anyway, this isn’t so bad. Think of it as a game of ‘find-the-shard!’)

(Wonderful. I’m going to go check the time.)

Sokka lifted up to swim to the surface, and Katara and I continued to search the sea floor together. (Hey,) she said, after a few moments. (I found another one!)

(Great!)

(And here! Another!)

(Hey! I see one too!)

(Wow, there’s a lot of them…)

The metal shards shone like sparks in the grey-brown dust, and they were becoming more frequent. I swam faster, searching for something, some greater clue.

(Katara, I think we’re getting- Whoa.)

The ground vanished. Just… gone. There was an edge, like on a cliff, and then it was gone. I looked out into the void, and there was nothing. The water wasn’t even blue down there. It was black.

(Its… what is it?) wondered Katara.

(I… I’m not sure. It looks like an underwater canyon.)

It was so big! Unagi are huge, but this canyon made us look like caterpillars perched on the lip of the Great Divide.

(I didn’t know this kind of thing was underwater. Did you?)

(No way.)

(Hey, guys! There you are! We have less than half our time left, and- Oh wow.)

We hung in the water, overlooking the chasm. Even Sokka couldn’t think of anything sarcastic to say.

(Do you think it’s… down there?) said Katara, her thought-voice a whisper.

(I dunno. It might be.)

(What do you want to do, Aang?) Sokka asked.

(Um… we can swim along the edge a bit, maybe? Then… we might have to go down.)

But all we found along the rim were more shards. So, on Sokka’s suggestion, we surfaced and demorphed back to ourselves, so we’d have a fresh start for time when we went into the canyon. Shivering and completely naked, I turned away from Katara and gazed at the horizon. There was no sign of land.

“We- we went pretty far,” I sputtered.

“I guess Unagi swim fast,” replied Katara from behind me. “Brrrrr.”

I swallowed seawater as Sokka said; “It’s r-really cold. Let’s morph back.”

Morphing is tiring. Doing it just once feels like I’ve just run uphill for an hour. Doing it twice is really draining.

Once I was fully eel, I dove down, into the yawning chasm. There was no huge change as I went over the edge, but it seemed to get quieter, and the water even darker.

(Hey Sokka,) I said, feeling like I should say something to break the silence. (What do you want to do when we get back to Kyoshi?)

(I dunno.) he replied. (Maybe get something to eat.)

(Eat!) cried out Katara, disbelieving. (Well that’s exciting!)

(Hey, this Unagi is hungry! Why, what were you planning on doing?)

(Hm… practice waterbending, maybe. I have some ideas for new techniques.)

(Psh. Like that’s much better. That’s all you-)

(Do you see that?) I interrupted.

Katara and Sokka stopped arguing and became quiet.

(Oh man, yeah, I do.)

There wasn’t much to see in the chasm. The light was dim nearly to the point of utter blackness, but I could see something along the side of the canyon, like a half-orb of light.

(Let’s check it out.)

(Oh, sure! We’re hundreds of feet underwater, and we see something glowy and weird? Yeah, let’s approach it!)

(Sokka, we’re Unagi. What would mess with an Unagi?)

(I don’t know. Something big.)

As we approached, I could see that the object was a giant glass dome, perched on a ledge jutting from the side of the canyon wall. It glowed eerily with its own inner light. And what was inside was even stranger.

(What is that?) Sokka wondered.

It was a grassland, like what you find in the eastern part of the Earth Kingdom. Except underwater, and beneath an immense dome of glass. It was eerily beautiful, and didn’t look like it could be real. It was like a painting, or a glass sculpture.

(Aang,) said Katara. (Do you think that’s it?)

(It must be. It’s got to be.)

We drifted closer, barely twitching our bodies to move forward. I pressed my snout up against the glass. I could see something moving inside, something tiny, and blue. Something that was barely larger than my Unagi eye, but that had four legs and two arms and a long tail. I couldn’t see it clearly from where I was, but I knew that tail was tipped with a scythe.

(It’s Elfangor!) gasped Katara (I can’t believe it. It’s Elfangor.)

(Or it’s Visser Three,) noted Sokka.

(What do you think we should do?) Katara wondered.

(I don’t know,) I replied. (I mean, we can’t get in.) I circled the dome, looking for some kind of entrance. There was an opaque part sticking out at the base that had what might have been a door, but it was far too small to let even one Unagi in.

(I have an idea.)

I looked up at the Unagi I assumed was Sokka. (What is it?)

(We can mindspeak, right? And so can Elfangor. So, we’ll just talk to it.)

(Oh, that sounds-)

(HELLO? HELLO!)

There are two kinds of mind-speak, we’ve found. You can ‘talk’ to only one or a few people with it, or you can ‘talk’ to everyone around with it. Sokka was doing that second kind.

(HELLO WEIRD SPIRIT CREATURE!)

(Who is there?)

The new voice seemed faded, like mind- voices do when they are far apart. It wasn’t Elfangor’s voice. But it wasn’t the voice En Rek had used to sound like Visser Three, either.

Still, I thrilled. It worked! We were talking to the Andalite!

(HELLO! NICE HOME YOU’VE GOT HERE! HAVE YOU BEEN SENDING VISIONS TO US?)

(Yeah,) I added. (Visions asking for help?)

(Visions? You heard my call? Who are you?) The voice sounded confused, and I noticed the Andalite below us had stopped running.

(Uh, well, I’m Sokka, and my friends here are Aang and Katara.)

(You are not my cousins. You are not Andalites. What are you?)

(No we’re not,) I said. (I’m the Avatar. My name is Aang.)

(Avatar? What are you the Avatar of?)

I paused. What did that mean?

Sokka spoke up again. (He’s THE Avatar. The divine medium that has descended on the mortal world? You know, the link between the mortal and spirit worlds? The glowy bendy guy? Do you know what I’m talking about?)

There was a pause. (I apologize, I do not understand. What planet are you from? Are you allies to the Andalites?)

(Planet?) wondered Sokka. (How can you be from a planet? Aren’t those just a kind of star?)

(We’re from the Water Tribe,) tried Katara. (And Aang is an Air Nomad.)

I frowned inwardly. Something wasn’t getting across. But Elfangor had said he was from another world…

(We’re from the mortal world. From Earth.)

(Earth? You are from this planet? You are humans?)

(Yeah.)

(But how? Your species is primitive! You have no knowledge of the universe, no technology of note, no ability to leave your planet! How did you receive my mirrorwave call?)

(Hey, what do you mean, ‘no technology of note?’) cried Sokka. (I helped to develop a war balloon, you know!)

(I’m the link to the spirit world,) I explained. (That might be why.)

There was another pause. (Where are you?)

(Oh, that one’s easy,) said Sokka, (We’re the giant eel monsters right outside this dome.)

(…I see you. You are aquatic creatures?)

(What? Oh no, we’re just morphed right now.)

(Morphed! How did you acquire the morphing technology? Only Andalites have access to it!)

(An Andalite gave it to us,) said Katara.

(He did? But such a thing is never done! Who was it who gave it to you?)

(Well, the first part of his name was Elfangor,) I recalled.

(Elfangor? Prince Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul?)

(Yes! That was it!)

(That is impossible! Elfangor would never-!) Shock sounded in the voice.

(It’s true,) Katara said. (I… he gave it to us, then told us to run.)

(Your need must have been great, for him to give you this power… Where is he? Is he with you?)

(No, I… we don’t know what happened to him.) I said, guilt welling again in my heart. (He said this guy Visser Three was coming, and-)

(The Abomination!) The hatred in the Andalite’s voice was incredible. I don’t think Sokka even sounded like that when he talked about the Fire Nation.

There was a pause. (Have you come all this way, simply to rescue me?)

(Yes,) I said. (I mean, I heard you calling for help, but I didn’t know it was you. But we’ll definitely help you out.)

(What is your name?) asked Katara.

(I am Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthil.)

(Aks… Aksi…) tried Sokka.

(Can we just call you Aximili?) I asked.

(Aks… Aksimlee Esgoot…)

(That would be acceptable.)

(Can you swim?) asked Sokka, giving up on pronouncing the Andalite Aximili’s name. (It is a long way back to shore, and we’re very deep.)

(I have acquired one of your animals that swam close one day,) said Aximili. (I can morph into it to swim.)

(Oh, good. You better hurry, though. We’ve been under for a long time, and we need to swim to the surface to check.)

(You cannot keep track of time?)

(Well, not without the sun or stars or something.)

(I will keep track for you, then.)

(You can do that?)

(Of course.)

(Huh,) Sokka sounded slightly incredulous. (New surprises every day.)

The Andalite inside the dome ran over to the opaque projection near the bottom, and vanished from view. A minute later, what swam out into the water was-

(Oh, nice choice, Aksimlee.)

I looked into the face of the Elephant Koi as it wriggled through the water in the unearthly light of the dome. It looked so small to me; small enough to be bite size.

(Have I done something wrong?)

(It’s fine,) I said. (It’s just that Unagi- that’s what we are- usually eat Elephant Koi like you.)

(I see. It seems I still have much to learn about Earth.)

(Well, here’s a tip,) said Sokka. (Big fish eat little fish. Now, let’s go.)

We swam up for the surface, three enormous Unagi and one bite size Elephant Koi. I can’t even tell you what that was like. It was like swimming beside the biggest, ripest moonpeach imaginable. I’d never wanted to eat an animal before, but the Unagi did, really badly. It wanted to swallow Aximili whole.

(Have the Yeerks invaded your world?) asked Aximili. (They were in orbit around your moon, and they took us by surprise. We were unable to ascertain whether they had begun their invasion yet.)

(Yes,) I said as I swam. (They have. We found a whole Earth Kingdom village that was taken over.)

(They may be attempting subterfuge,) said Aximili. (Insinuating themselves with minimal losses of hosts.)

(Hosts? You mean like slaves? Controllers?)

(Yes. Have you fought the Yeerks?)

(We did the best we could, but we barely escaped with our lives,) said Katara. (They had these little metal weapons that shot burning light.)

(Dracon beams,) said Aximili. (Andalite technology, adapted for Yeerk purposes.)

(Oh,) I said, wondering at what the Andalite called ‘technology.’ I thought I knew what ‘technology’ meant. It meant big, complicated machines like the war balloon and the Fire Nation tanks. But Aximili called those little light-weapons ‘technology.’ He even called morphing a ‘technology.’ I didn’t fully understand what he meant.

I could see the surface far above me, a hint of glittering light. (So,) Sokka was saying. (What about you? What’s with that dome thing?)

(It is the main part of an Andalite dome ship. The engines and the war bridge are in a long section that sticks out from the bottom, with the dome perched on top. The dome is where we live.)

(A ship?) I tried to imagine a ship looking like what Aximili described, but I had a hard time visualizing it. Wouldn’t a dome that large on the top make the ship capsize?

(Yes. A spaceship.)

(A ship in space?) wondered Katara. (That’s possible?)

(It is possible,) replied Aximili, and I thought I heard some hesitation in his voice.

The water was lightening. I began to feel anxious. Had we spent too much time under? What if we couldn’t change back? What if we had to live the rest of our lives as Unagi? Hungry, flesh eating Unagi…

Then, the surface! Light! Air! Which I couldn’t breathe, as I was, but close enough. I immediately began demorphing, and was relieved as my snout began shrinking and my arms sprouted out of my body. Aximili circled around us, not having been in morph as long, watching as we demorphed. It was a bit strange.

(These are your true bodies?)

I sputtered and coughed in response, the swells braking over my head.

(Ah, my apologies. I did not realize you could not use thought-speak.)

“I guess we’d better- Ack! Ptoo! –better remorph?” Sokka managed. But he didn’t sound enthusiastic.

Well, I didn’t feel enthusiastic either. Morphing is tiring, and I’d just swum to the bottom of the ocean and back!

“Wait –Guhk! –I have a better idea. Aximili!”

(Yes? What is it?)

“Could we *cough* ride you?”

(Ride me?) He sounded surprised.

“Yeah! I’m not trying to –Hk! – insult you, it’s that I’ve ridden Elephant Koi before, and you’re an Elephant Koi. And we’re all really tired.”

(I suppose it would be acceptable, if you cannot summon the strength to remorph.)

“Alright. Stop moving around for a moment.”

Aximili stopped swimming, and I did a few breaststrokes over to him, then grabbed a hold on his dorsal fin.

“Sokka, Katara, come on!”

Sokka climbed up with me, muttering to himself. “This is crazy. This is crazy, why are we doing this, this is crazy.” Katara climbed up behind us, and I really, really tried not to look at her.

I gotta say, if one day I lost my ability to fly, my second choice for transportation would be riding on Elephant Koi. It’s such a thrill, the whoosh when you’re in the air, and the spla-whumph! when you hit the water. It was so exhilarating that I almost forgot about Katara being all... you know… naked.

Well, there is one drawback to riding on Elephant Koi. You can’t tell a normal Elephant Koi where to go. But this wasn’t a normal Elephant Koi.

“ACK! Uh! North! North!” gasped Sokka. I had a feeling he wasn’t enjoying the ride as much as I was.

We finally got back to shore, Sokka slipping off multiple times on the way. Once the water was shallow enough, we got off Aximili. I was still trying not to look at Katara.

“Thank you so much for the ride, Aximili,” I said, giving him a bow. “We really appreciate it.”

(You are welcome.)

Aximili started to demorph, and let me tell you, watching people morph is one thing, but watching the Andalite morph was another thing entirely. His legs came shooting out of his sides, his back twisted, his tail grew long, and his golden scales melted into blue fur. It was kind of gross, and kind of fascinating.

(You are a very strange species,) he said as we waded back to shore, looking at me with his two front-facing eyes and his stalk eyes turned towards Katara and Sokka. (Only two legs, and no tail! How do you balance?)

“I dunno,” I said. “We just kind of… do?”

“Okay, well,” said Sokka. “We saved you, Aksim… Aximili. Now, what should we do with you?”

(Who is your Prince?) asked Aximili.

“Our Prince?” wondered Katara, and I had to stop myself from turning to look in her direction.

“Well, our dad’s the chief,” said Sokka. “But he’s not here.”

(You don’t have a Prince? No one you answer to? No leader?)

“Oh, that’s me,” said Sokka, before either Katara or I could explain that we didn’t really have a set leader.

(Then I will follow you, Prince Sokka, until I can return to my cousins.)

A smug grin spread across Sokka’s face. “Oh, well, Prince, huh? Um, thanks, Aximili. But… when will you be able to return?”

(I do not know. It may be two Earth years before my cousins return.)

“Two years?”

My mouth fell open. Two years before he would be able to go back to his own world? That was a long time… the comet would have come and gone by then, and the war would have been over. None of us had even planned that far ahead.

“Is there anyone here you can stay with?” asked Katara, from somewhere I wasn’t looking.

(If we can find Elfangor, then I can stay with him. He is my brother.)

“We’ll help you,” I said. “You can stay with us.”

(Thank you.)

“Um, Aang,” interjected Sokka. “There’s a bit of a problem. He’s a big blue foxalope thing. People might freak out. And the Yeerks might, you know, notice.”

(Yes. I must morph,) Aximili said.

“Into what?” wondered Sokka. “I mean, I guess we could always use another Appa, but…”

He trailed off as Aximili put his hand on Sokka’s forehead.

(With your permission, Prince Sokka.)

Sokka didn’t say anything, just sort of stared into space as Aximili acquired him. Then, the Andalite moved to me. It felt weird, like I’d been given some sort of calming herb, and the rest of the world got a bit faded.

A few seconds after he moved to Katara, my mind cleared, and I saw him morph plainly. Morph into a human.

His tail sucked in, as did his front legs, and he flopped onto the gravelly beach. I stepped forward to help him, but he was already getting back up, steadying himself with hooves that were changing into human feet. A nose grew from his face, his font eyes shrunk and his eyestalks sucked in completely. A mouth opened on his face, like a gash at first but soon growing lips and teeth. His fur sucked in, revealing olive skin. He was human.

I blinked. “Wow.”

He wasn’t exactly me, not exactly Katara or Sokka. He was like a mish mash of all three of us, with eyes not quite as deep blue as Katara’s but close, and skin not as dark as Sokka’s but a bit paler. His hair was short and dark brown, his build lanky. His face was not quite as round as mine. His features were definitely more Water Tribe, but he could have been my relative as well. In fact, he looked like…

“Oh man,” said Sokka, looking at me, then Aximili, than even at Katara, who I was still carefully avoiding. “He looks like what would happen if you and Katara had a kid.”

I froze and turned cherry red at the words, mortified that Sokka had said them aloud.

Katara just laughed. “Does he really?”

“Yeah, he does. But let’s get some clothes, huh? No offense, Aang, but I’m kind of sick of looking at your butt.”

“Why? W-w-w-w-w-” I saw Aximili’s eyes go huge, and remembered that he hadn’t had a mouth before. He’d never spoken aloud, only in our heads.

“Wha- wha-yuh? Uh. Wha-yuh?”

Sokka blinked. “Uh, ‘cause we’re all naked? And it’s really not fair for Katara to have to cover her eyes all this time.”

“Yeah, I want to see him too, you know!” spoke up Katara.

“Nay-ay-kid. This is wrong? Wron-guh. Ong. Onnnnnnnnng.”

“Yeah, well, you can’t just walk around like that,” said Sokka. “We’ll have to buy you some clothes in town… you look too small for mine, and probably too big for Aang’s.”

Aximili was twisting his lips around, puckering them and sticking out his tongue. “Very odd. Aw-duh. This mouth thhhhh is aw-duh.”

“Yeah, mouths are really something,” deadpanned Sokka. “Can we head back to the village now?”

Aximili tried to take a step forward, and fell over. I rushed over to help him up. “Two oo legs,” he said. “Very shaky. Ki. Shaaaaaaaay. Shay-KI.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “You’re used to four. Just one foot after another, like this see?” I walked forward, demonstrating, and he seemed to get a better hang of it.

I morphed Momo and flew back into town to find Appa (and our clothes). He was in the back of the house we had been staying at, and I dodged Momo’s attempts at playing as I demorphed, put on my clothes, and brought the rest back to the shore.

“Thanks, Aang,” said Sokka, and threw Aximili a cloak. “Hey, put this on.”

A flash of tawny skin caught the corner of my eye as I turned away, and I stared resolutely at the ground. I was not going to look. I was absolutely not.

“No, it- it’s not a hat! Don’t… look, it goes on like this, around your shoulders… crap, it isn’t long enough. Just wrap it around your waist. That’ll do. You look like a freak, but it’ll do.”

Once my own clothes were on, I looked back at Aximili. A black traveling cloak was wrapped around his hips. Katara was also there, and I felt a jolt of panic before I registered that yes, now she had clothes on too.

“What wha-tah is the purrrr rrrrrrrr pose of the coverings? Ings?”

“So that you don’t go around naked,” said Sokka, exasperated. “I already explained this, Aximili. People get upset. I get upset.”

“Upset. Up! Up! Upupupupupupup!”

“That also makes me upset. Stop, please.”

“Yes, Prince Sokka.”

Sokka’s chest swelled.

“Okka. Aaaaaaaaaaaaw-kuh.”

And deflated.

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