Headcannon that Phil, as well as other avians have the ability to change the ratio of bird to human at will.

What I mean is that they have the ability to change their feet to talons, or grow feathers on their backs and arms. Even give themselves a beak if they want!

The only limits are that they must retain some human attributes or some bird attributes.

well who’d have thought? (ch.2)

okay it’s been like 3 weeks but I did chapter 2 lmao

it’s. not awful

pls reblog!

they make it to the shopping district, and crash-land into a dark oak tree, laughing. grian almost falls out as he rolls sideways, and scar has to grab him before he does. after they’ve composed themselves, they brush the leaves out of their hair and the twigs off their clothes.

they sit in silence for a while, watching out for anyone who might be coming, but there’s no one.

“so.. what now?” grian asks. “we just wait?”

“I suppose.” scar says. “should we like.. cuddle or something? in case someone turns up.”

“sure.” grian budges closer to scar, glad for the thick foliage, and leans against him. he can’t help but smile shyly as he feels scar’s arms around his waist.

grian looks up at him. “how long do you think we’re gonna be here before someone sees?” 

“well, depends.” scar says. “we don’t know if someone’s using a spyglass right now.”

“that’s a good point, actually.” grian says. “i’d say we look pretty coupley.”

scar bends down and kisses grian’s forehead. “that probably helped.”

grian can feel himself blush a little as he feels scar’s arms wrap around his waist. it kind of reminds him of when they were in the desert. the first few nights were cold, and the only way they could stay somewhat warm was by huddling together.

“maybe we should try to come up with pet names.” scar remarks. “you know, like in advance.”

“that’s a good idea.” grian says. “can you think of any?”

“honey, sweetheart, darling.” scar lists. 

“love.” grian adds. 

“that one’s sweet.” scar says. “love.” he kisses the top of grian’s head again.

grian finds himself blushing. “darling.” he grins.

“aw, you’ve gone pink.” scar laughs. “you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“i’m just not used to it.” grian says. “honey.”

“are you just gonna call me random pet names after everything you say to me?” scar says.

“I would if I could think of any more.” grian says.

“i’ve got one for you: songbird.” scar says, sounding proud. “‘cause you’re an avian.” he adds, in case grian didn’t know.

“I like that one.” grian says. “it’s cute.” 

“I know.” scar says smugly.

 grian gives a huff of laughter. “you’re an idiot.”

“I know.” scar repeats, nuzzling his nose into the crook of grian’s neck. “songbird.”

grian feels a weird fuzzy feeling in his stomach and blushes again. “shut up.” he mumbles.

scar laughs against grian’s neck, and the fuzziness amplifies. “you’re adorable.” 

“oh- um. am I interrupting something?” 

they both jump, looking up to see bdubs. he seems quite embarrassed.

“bdubs!” scar says. “hello!”

grian is slightly speechless, thankful for scar speaking first.

“so, the rumours are true.” bdubs grins. 

“ah, rumours?” scar is a pretty good actor, grian has to admit. 

“that you two are finally together.” bdubs says.

“oh, um. there are rumours?” grian’s voice squeaks. it’s just cause he’s nervous, that’s all. he’s never done this kind of thing before.

“yup.” bdubs says. “are they true?”

grian feels his face burning. why is he so embarrassed by this? this was the whole goal of their plan. “yes.” he says.

“ha! I knew it!” bdubs punches the air. “oh, etho owes me so many diamonds. i’ll see you guys later!” he opens his elytra and rockets off, waving.

grian and scar sit in silence for a moment.

“they made bets on us?!” grian exclaims suddenly, causing scar to burst out laughing.

-

“so you found out people made bets on you now?” cleo says when they get back.

“yes! when was I supposed to find out?” grian says. 

“uh, like a year ago.” cleo says. “that’s when they started up again.”

“sorry, again?” scar asks.

“i’m just saying, but that whole turf war thing did seem a little suspicious.” cleo shrugs. 

“I can’t believe we’re only finding out about this now.” grian says. “is there anything else?”

“oh, there’s a lot else.” cleo grins. “but that’s not important right now. did anyone else see you? of course, bdubs will be telling everyone he sees, but it’s better to have more.”

“tango flew by at one point.” scar remembers, chuckling at the thought. “he didn’t stop to talk to us, but i’m pretty sure he saw, cause he looked in our direction then flew into the Entity.”

cleo snorts. “I have to see that.”

“perks of fake dating, apparently.” grian grins. “people fly into things around you.”

“next time we’ll try to film it.” scar assures her. he glances down at grian and can’t help smiling when he sees his grin.

“okay, well, you two lovebirds best be off — i’ve got a base to build.” cleo tells them. the way she smirks at scar makes him think she didn’t miss the way he looked at grian.

“yeah, I have to finish the blueprints for my buildings.” grian says. “i’ll see you later, scar!”

“see you, songbird!” scar calls as grian flies off, laughing as grian falters slightly in the air and flips scar off. 

-

it’s two in the morning, and grian is hunched over the blueprints for the buildings that will eventually be added to the rocks. he’s switched from contacts to his glasses, and regretting that every time they fall down his nose. 

he just can’t seem to get the design right. it doesn’t curve properly around like he wants it to, and he can’t find a good way of supporting it whilst keeping the magical illusion. 

grian knows that, logically, staying up later and later will not help, and sleep deprivation will only make matters worse, but he just can’t tear himself away. 

“g, please go to sleep.”

grian makes a noise between a yelp and a squawk and jumps backwards, his wings puffing up. he whips around to see a very tired looking scar, his long hair tied back and messy.

“jesus scar.” grian breathes, hand on his chest. “you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

scar grins sheepishly. “sorry. I can’t fall asleep until you do; the server sleep thing is glitchy right now.”

grian winces. “ah, sorry. I just- I needed to finish this, but — I don’t know why — but I can’t get it right.”

scar rolls his eyes. “it’s ‘cause you’re awake at 2am.” but he sits down next to grian and pulls the blueprints close to him.

“what’s wrong with it?” scar asks. “this looks amazing.”

“i can’t find a way to support it.” grian says. “not without ruining the affect.”

“you need to support it?” scar asks. “your base is flying rocks.”

grian opens his mouth. then closes it. 

“oh my god.” he mutters. “I forgot. how did I forget my base is magic?!”

scar laughs. “gri, you really have to go to sleep.”

“I will, I will, I just have to finish-“

“nope.” scar interrupts him.

“scar, it’ll just- scar!” grian feels his wings puff up again as scar picks him up bridal style. he flushes, the same weird fuzziness from earlier resurfacing.

“you are going to sleep.” scar tells him, carrying him towards his bed. 

well, it’s more of a nest made out of all the blankets and pillows he could find and borrow (read, steal) from the other hermits. it’s very comfortable.

“i’ll just finish it and i’ll go straight to sleep!” grian says, trying to wriggle free (unsuccessfully).

“nuh, uh, you’re going to sleep right now.” scar tells him.

“i’m breaking up with you.” grian folds his arms as scar sets him down in his nest-bed. 

“yeah, yeah.” scar waves him off, and gets in next to him.

grian’s already warm face heats up even more. “what- what’re you doing?” 

“i’m making sure you actually sleep.” scar says. “because I know that as soon as I leave, you’re gonna go and pass out in the middle of your floor with the blueprints stuck to your head.”

grian sighs. “you know me too well. fine, i’ll sleep.”

scar wraps his arms around grian’s waist, pulling him close. grian finds himself relaxing into it, eyes already closing. 

just as grian starts to drift off, he vaguely hears scar murmur something. he can’t make it out, but a second later he feels a kiss pressed to his forehead. he smiles as he falls asleep, chest warm.

aight, i did manage to come up with a prompt after all: ironfalcon, non powers au, tony finds an injured bird (*coughs* redwing *coughs*) and brings it to the vet where he then meets a very handsome vet named sam - cue in funny and awkward meet-cute pls and ty 💕💕💕

Thanks for the prompt! This was fun to write (even if I did have to rewrite it a couple times to make sure it didn't end up winterironfalcon) 💕

This fic is also on ao3 here.

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Sam specializes in birds.

He’s always had an affinity for them, ever since he was a kid and his mom had taken him to work with her at the lory exhibit at the zoo. He’d spent many summers as a kid unofficially volunteering with her, helping her take care of the lories, and then transitioning into an official intern position in high school. It had been logical to go into a pre-vet track as an undergrad and then onto vet school once he graduated, specializing in birds.

He has a small clinic about two hours outside of New York City, where he partners with a nearby avian wildlife rescue and rehabilitation center and takes care of whatever ridiculously exotic (and possibly illegal) birds the rich people in the nearby Hamptons bring him. It would be a pretty good life, if not for the frequent visits from people who find baby pigeons in their yard and bring them to him because they “rescued” them or found an injured turkey vulture (not that he minds the injured turkey vultures, other than the fact that they stink up his small clinic something awful).

Anyway, it’s a decent, if predictable, life, and that’s why Sam is so surprised when someone bursts into his clinic just before closing carrying a box. The box is emitting the distinctive o-ka-leeeee song of the red-winged blackbird, which, despite being a common bird in New York, is not one that Sam’s ever looked after before.

“You have to help me,” the man says frantically. He thrusts the box in Sam’s direction. “I didn’t mean to let Alpine get outside, but she did, and then she caught this bird, and she almost ate him, and he’s going to die if you don’t save him, and I can’t let him die, he’s too pretty to die.”

Sam had been blinking confusedly at the rush of words, but at the word “die,” he jolts into action. He takes the box from the man, peeks inside to take a look at the damage (one wing nearly severed and a broken leg), and hurries toward the back room.

The man follows him.

Sam stops just before ducking back and gives him an incredulous look. “You can’t come back here,” he points out.

“But I can help,” the man protests.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you have four years of vet school and five years of practical experience behind you?” he snaps.

“No, but—”

“Then sit your pasty ass back down while I attempt to save this bird you brought in.”

The man looks affronted. “My ass isn’t pasty.”

And since there’s nothing Sam can say to that without actually seeing the man’s (admittedly, shapely from what little bit he’s seen of it), he makes a disgruntled noise, points at the chairs in the waiting room, and disappears into the back room.

~

Three hours later, he emerges back into the waiting room in a new pair of scrubs. The man isn’t waiting in either of the chairs in the small waiting room, but is instead behind the counter. Sam takes a moment to just look at him. In the chaos of their first meeting, he hadn’t a chance to really look at him, but he is now, and he’s liking what he sees: fluffy brown hair that he’d like to run his hands through to find out if it’s as soft as it looks, a trim body that he kind of wants to run his tongue over, and an ass that really is ridiculously plush. He’s so distracted by the attractive guy in front of him that it takes him a moment to realize that the man isn’t just trespassing behind the counter, but is, in fact, following the list pinned on the side of the modem to finish up the last of Sam’s closing duties.

“Thanks,” Sam says, surprised by the thoughtfulness. The man jumps, clearly startled, and whirls around, pointing at him with one of Sam’s pens.

“You are too quiet,” the man declares. “How’s Redwing?”

“Redwing?”

“Well yeah, he’s got a red wing, doesn’t he?”

“He does,” Sam agrees, amused. He wonders if it would make it better or worse if he informed the man that Redwing’s species is the red-winged blackbird.

“So how is he?”

“He’s a tough little guy,” Sam says, gently shoving the man aside so he can get to the computer. He starts typing in Redwing’s information and drafts an email to send to the avian rescue center tomorrow. “Barring any complications, he should pull through.”

“Will he fly again?”

Sam hesitates. That seems to be answer enough for the man, who bows his head, but Sam still says, “Probably not. If he makes it through tonight, I’m going to send him to the wildlife rescue center just down the road. They’ll be able to take care of him.” He pauses and then adds, “I’m Sam, by the way.”

“Yeah, it was on the door,” the man says distractedly, jerking a thumb toward the entrance even as he continues staring at Sam.

“No, I know, but usually, this is when you tell me your name too.”

The man blinks, seeming to realize that he hasn’t introduced himself, then hurriedly says, “I’m Tony.”

“And you said you found Redwing when…?”

“Alpine got him,” Tony explains as though that explains anything.

“And Alpine is a…?”

“Oh, sorry, Alpine is my ex-boyfriend’s cat. He’s out of town and needed someone to watch her, and, well, I’m the only person Alpine has ever liked other than—”

“Bucky,” Sam finishes, the ideas of an ill-tempered cat named Alpine, Tony with an ass that won’t quit, and an ex-boyfriend coming together to paint a familiar picture.

“You know Bucky?”

Sam grimaces. He knows Bucky, but he doesn’t particularly like Bucky. Well, no, that’s not exactly true. He likes Bucky when Bucky isn’t being annoying, which is very rarely. “He’s my best friend’s brother.”

Tony mouths that to himself and then brightens. “You’re Steve’s Sam!”

“Okay, firstly, I’m not anyone’s Sam,” he corrects, shuddering at the thoughts. He and Steve were college roommates and that’s it. “And secondly, yeah, that’s probably where you know me from.”

“Weird, isn’t it?” Tony muses. “That we’ve known Bucky and Steve for so long and never met?”

Not that weird. Sam got tired of hearing about Bucky’s gorgeous boyfriend—no one could be that attractive—so he stopped showing up to Steve and Bucky’s weekly dinners that they insisted on throwing like their friend group was one big family. It’s really annoying to find out that Bucky hadn’t been lying and that Tony really is that attractive.

He only realizes he’s saying that out loud when Tony winks and says, “You’re not so bad yourself, honeybunch.”

“Um.”

“Don’t worry, I know you didn’t mean to actually say it. But I appreciate the flattery anyway.”

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, like his grandad used to say. “It’s not flattery if it’s true.” It’s a good thing Bucky and Tony had an amiable breakup cause it would be really awkward if Bucky decided to kill him for hitting on his ex.

Tony beams at him. “I meant what I said about you too.”

Which is really nice to hear.

Surprisingly nice to hear, considering they’ve really only known each other for a few minutes.

“So should I get out of your hair?” Tony asks. “I don’t really know how this whole thing works now that I’ve dropped Redwing off and made sure he’s going to be okay.”

Sam can’t really say what makes him say, “Uh, no, you can stay if you want to,” other than he really, really doesn’t want to see Tony leave so quickly, but that’s exactly what he says. “I mean, I’m just going to stay here to keep an eye on him overnight. Some company would be nice. Not that you have to stay if you don’t want to.”

Tony’s smile softens. “That’s a really decent thing for you to do, Sam.”

He doesn’t say that he’d do it for any bird that crossed his path, because as much as he wishes that that’s exactly what he could do, he can’t. Not for a nonendangered species when he’s the only employee he has. If he had a bigger staff and if Redwing was a California condor or something like that, then he absolutely would stay to make sure the bird didn’t die overnight. But with Redwing, truth is, he’s staying in the hopes that Tony will stay with him.

“I’d be happy to stick around with you,” Tony says, jumping up onto the counter behind him. “Least I could do for Redwing after Alpine nearly ate him.”

Something—Sam suspects the spirit of Clint, who’s never met a pickup line he didn’t love—possesses him to say, “Hopefully the company’s not too bad either.”

Tony glances away for a second and when he looks back, his smile has turned shy. “No, I think the company’s definitely worth staying for too.”

The second ‘Klance’ of a lifetime

So here I am again. Three seasons in and I’m making yet another fanfic list. But the catch is this time it’s for a very dear friend of mine in need of a good fic list. So here we go! ----- dirty paws by Dreamicide Status: Ongoing (I check daily. It’s that good.) Keith lives a simple, quiet life up in the mountains, until one day a cat appears on his doorstep. And then another. And another. Sometimes his neighbor's there, too. Or: in which Keith slowly finds himself the protagonist of Neko Atsume.  Shut Up and Dance With Me by wittyy_name Status: Ongoing Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals... or they might crash and burn. Watercast by Fishwrites Status: Ongoing (and BreaKING MY FUCKING HEART) Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit! (AU where Avians (winged folk), Galra, humans and merfolk cohabit earth.   Shiro and Keith are avian soldiers, Lance is the youngest son of a Queen, Hunk is also a merman and Pidge is still looking for her family.) Moth and Flame by wittyy_name Status: Ongoing Keith has been coming back to Altea Tattoos for months now, and it has little to do with the fact that his best friend is the piercer and more to do with the beautiful tattoo artist with talented hands and a smile that makes him weak at the knees. Lance has had a lot of customers in his days, left his mark on plenty of people, but none so memorable as Keith. He finds himself turning to the door with every chime of the bell, hoping to see eyes like the night sky and a shy smile that could rival the moon. When they meet at a concert, the spark between them ignites, creating a heat that’s impossible to resist. They’re both inexplicably drawn to each other. Like a moth to a flame. White Hallways by Fernandidilly_yo Status: Oneshot (It’s beautiful and I cried) Keith's reaction to finding that the black lion is empty, and Shiro is gone. Every Little Thing That You Do by biibii Status: Oneshot Lance is learning something new about Keith all the time. Because maybe, Lance figures, there's a softie under Keith's badass image. Keith the Amnesiac by jilliancares Status: Oneshot In which an accident leaves Keith temporarily without his Voltron-filled memories and he may or may not spill a few of his better kept secrets to Lance. nothing's quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts Status: Oneshot Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street. Pulsar by southspinner Status: Ongoing /ˈpəlˌsär/ (n.) a celestial object, thought to be a rapidly rotating neutron star, that emits regular pulses of radio waves and other electromagnetic radiation at rates of up to one thousand pulses per second. A story about college, coming to terms with your past, being scared of your future, and running into crazy things like love somewhere in-between. call me, beep me by orphan_account (;-;) Status: Complete (I adore it to this day) (00:31) Do you think she gave me the wrong number on purpose? (00:31) Or was it a genuine mistake? (00:32) Like maybe she writes funny and I misread it? (00:32) Some of the numbers do look a little dodgy... (00:33) Cause, you know, her threes could very easily be poorly formed eights? And maybe she writes her sevens like her ones? (00:45) What (00:46) The (00:46) Fuck??? (00:47) Oh good, you are awake! Homesick at Space Camp by K0bot Status: Complete Lance realizes he's been an asshole to Keith, and on a diplomatic mission to a key planet for the Voltron alliance he... overcompensates. Nightmares by Trashness Status: Oneshot Lance's nightmares are getting out of control. It's effecting his and the team's performance, but he's at a loss for how to fix this.Apparently sleeping next to a warm body helps. high tide, incoming by kojondo Status: Oneshot It starts like this: They’re sitting across from each other at a table in the local burger joint, tossing casual banter and the occasional insult back and forth. It’s familiar and comfortable, reminiscent of every other conversation they’ve ever had, until out of nowhere Lance leans forward and says with a mouth full of fries, “Let’s date.” you're so sweet; will you be mine? by jojotxt Status: Oneshot A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance's bakery. . . . In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil. you never stood a chance by kagshina (love your username btw) Status: Oneshot lance to hunk ♡ >i’m gonna fukin die hunk oh mygod i sent >keith a work out selfie that i wan supposed to fcukin send to you and you know what it said >”BET YOU WANNA LICK THESE NIPS” >HUNK I WILL NEVE BE ABLE TO FCE HIM AGAIN I WANT TO DI E(Or, Keith is beautiful, Lance has a crush, and there's lots of shirtless selfies) A Commutual Contract by SKayLanphear Status: Ongoing (IvE BEEN WAITiNG SO LONG! its rlly good tho pls read it and give the author nice comments) After a terrifying experience during which Lance, seemingly, dies, Keith is haunted by horrible nightmares of holding his comrade in his arms while he took his final breath. To the point where he can't sleep unless he knows for absolute certain that Lance is alive. And while the attention is surprising, Lance doesn't really have a problem with Keith checking up on him. Or the fact that Keith only seems totally comforted when he can cuddle Lance close and hear his heart beat. After all, there's nothing wrong with two bros cuddling. It doesn't MEAN anything. Or, at least, that's what Lance keeps telling himself. Honey & Lemon by DylanOhbrien Status: Oneshot Keith has one rule: keep any interaction with a customer terse and professional. It's a rule he's strictly followed since he's started working at Shiro's shop. Then Lance walks through the door and Keith thows professionalism right out the window, along with any semblance of dignity he had left. Voltrain by arialsal Status: Oneshot Lance continued anyway, “At least I realized it, though. I realized I wasn’t staying after hours with you just to make sure I clean up better than you do, and I wasn’t looking after the rodents on day’s you were away to prove I could do it better. I did it because I have the fucking hots for some dumb rodent trainer with an even dumber mullet and a smile that could destroy me.” -A Voltron: Legendary Defender Pet Store AU in which Keith realizes Lance's childish rivalry with him in the store means more to him than he'd like to admit. I Found Love by thesearchingastronaut, WindyWordz Status: Ongoing Keith is just trying to live his life as a freelance illustrator with his cat, keeping up with bills by having two part-time jobs.But when he keeps bumping into Mr. Tall, Tan, & Handsome after a music event at his bar, well, maybe he's willing to make time for pretty, blue eyes and a laugh like silver bells. Dancing With Blunette by BleuSarcelle Status: Complete He didn’t have an epiphany or a vision during his dreams that told him that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Lance. Honestly, it only took a soft bright smile from Lance during one lazy afternoon after his boyfriend had come home from work and started dancing around their living room with a grumpy Blunette on his arms from being woken up from her cat nap. That’s when he knew. (The one where Keith wants to propose to his boyfriend and almost has a heart attack.) (Then the other one where Lance proposes back and Keith cries.) (The following one where they both cry because wedding make you cry.) (And that last one where they adopt.) Hello Meithman by archaicsextoy (I...love your name too) Status: Ongoing Red escapes from Keith's apartment only for his super unfairly attractive neighbor to bring her back.