#felt like drawing tiny lil fellas

[popillia]

An angry little lemon >:^(

[nerdy-novelist017]

that picture with benny and the baby ohhhh bunny would be so heart eyes for him and would try and stop herself picturing that WITH him because its just not his life at all.........but benny had seen you with the same baby earlier and wanted to try it out for himself....he'd felt Something thinking 'what if' ........the possibilities are endless

Baby Fever (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)

Ohhh just imagine the possibilities! 🥰😍 Based on this pic! (I might have to make a Benny x Bunny x Baby series now)

Benny x Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 1k+ (lil fella)

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Deep in a conversation with Gail and Betty standing by the food table, you perked up at the sound of tiny giggling baby coos. You looked over your shoulder, trying to locate that adorable baby that one of the wives brought along to the picnic today. You'd already held the sweet little baby, being one of the first people to approach the family when they arrived.

But what you saw now, you had to blink a few times to make sure it wasn't a dream. That tiny baby girl was in the strong, tanned arms of none other than Benny Cross. You weren't sure you'd ever seen Benny hold a baby before, and the sight alone filled your belly with fluttering butterflies. You lowered your plate, having discovered a new appetite, and your eyes were positively drinking in the view before you. You were vaguely aware of the giggling from Gail and Betty behind you, but that didn't seem to bother you much. Your mind was too preoccupied in visions of Benny holding your own children like that someday. And you tried to not let your imagination run wild because you and Benny had already discussed the possibility of children someday -- a topic that left you covering your disappointment.

"You're not him. You're not your father, Benny," you had told him as you laid in bed next to him, hand running through his hair soothingly. You had woken to his arm tightening around your waist and the sound of his nightmare manifesting through his soft whimpers. It was another nightmare of his father. "You are never going to be him."

"You don't know that," he had replied, voice uncharacteristically weak, and though neither of you had turned on a light, you knew he was staring at that crack in the ceiling above you, something he did when he was deep in his thoughts.

"Yes, I do," you whispered as you planted a kiss to his temple. "Because I won't let you become him."

Because of Benny's childhood and the rough household he grew up in, he didn't think he'd be a good father. How could he, since all he knew was how horrible of a father he had? It didn't matter that you told him he was wrong, that you could see the goodness in him. He never seemed to believe you, and he certainly never saw it in himself. So the conversation ended in an uncomfortable draw after you both realized that the other had different plans for that aspect of your lives.

Watching Benny, with his calloused hands that you'd seen inflict so much damage, hold this baby so gently, so carefully . . . it clenched at your heart almost painfully, and you wondered how he could possibly see so little of his true character. A bitterness overtook you at the thought of his selfish parents ruining not only his childhood, but the future potential of becoming a father himself some day.

But maybe there was still a chance, you thought as you watched Benny lift the baby girl above his head, her tiny giggles growing increasingly louder at the excitement. Maybe, if you held his hand through the challenges, encouraging him when he had his doubts, maybe if you could be patient enough that could be your baby Benny would hold in his arms one day.

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Benny had known the second his eyes found that baby sitting across the yard, that it would cause him trouble today. He knew that this would open a can of worms he had so carefully sealed back up. Because of course it was you who raced over to poke those chubby cheeks and rub its little socked feet. He had tried not to notice the way you seemed to beam at the baby, tried to look away when he saw you immediately reaching to hold the infant. He kissed the top of your head before he grabbed a beer from Johnny and purposely turned his back to the sight of you because everything in him wanted to see it, but he couldn't. He followed the guys as they made their way across the field to where the race would be held, knowing that if he put physical distance between you, it always seemed to help him think more rationally. That way he didn't have to look into your silent but expressive eyes, and he didn't have to hear the bittersweet longing in your voice as you played with the baby. No, that required a considerably strong will, and Benny often lost all sense of his when you wanted something.

Benny didn't want to be a father, he could never do that to a child, could never take the chance of letting a child be broken by their own father. He needed to break the cycle of abuse he'd inherited from generations of men in his family, and the only way he knew how would be to never become a father. It was as simple and as difficult as that. Simple because anytime he thought about becoming a father, he'd just have to remember what his own childhood was like. Difficult because he knew you wanted to be a mother some day. Simple because he knew he shouldn't be a father. Difficult because he knew that you would be a good mother. Difficult because he was selfish, he knew that. You deserved to be with a man who was better than him, who would want to have children. Simple because you were the one good thing Benny had in his life, and he couldn't let you go.

And as the men began to set up a race on the bikes, Benny couldn't help but let his gaze wander back to where you sat across the field, baby bouncing gently on your lap. He zoned out, not really bringing himself to care about the race anymore. How could he when you looked so beautiful as you smiled brightly at that baby, the afternoon sun basking you both in a warm glow. You only laughed as those pudgy fingers tugged at your pin-curled hair, and Benny's brows pinched together because you were just so sweet, so patient. You were perfect, so perfect. You were everything Benny wasn't, in fact, he was far from even being considered a good man. But watching you with that damned baby? It stirred something conflicting in him, something he thought he had closed off a long time ago, and he wondered if maybe he could make you a mother some day.

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[lacaptaine]

Summer Scribblin'

DISCLAIMER: I MAY HAVE TAGGED IT AS ARTHUR WITH READER BUT IT ISN'T ROMANCE, JUST FLUFF, AND CUTE FAMILY LIKE DYNAMIC. THANKS.

Hello, this is my first contribution to fandom ever and like; I barely write. Just so you know, I am no writer, unless I feel like it. I needed to however get this idea out of my system, because I believe Arthur deserves to feel a little happy for a moment. I'm leaving a link to ao3, but there's also a tumblr text version below. : )

Arthur Morgan has a soft spot for children, change my mind.

WORD COUNT: 2,391

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SUMMARY: He may be a terrible man; until a child comes along. That's where his heart melts, paternal instincts kicking in rather immediately. With that, we see the Outlaw finding himself enjoying the presence of a peculiar youngling, who doesn't seem to speak much.

Humid was the air on this land, almost like one would jump into a pot of boilin' stew. It almost felt impossible to breathe at times, many of 'em outlaws seekin' shelter under the confines of tree leaves, some optin' for minimum amount of layers to cover their bodies. Terrible damn weather.

One of 'em outlaws, 'spite the rather unpleasant conditions, still decided to sit in here and scrawled like an angry, bad man that he can be, his large hand holdin' his pen in a tight grip, its tip runnin' in quick strokes. His brows were pulled down, creating a fresh pairs of wrinkles on his sweaty forehead. One of the fellow members of his gang, whose mouth ain't ever stopped runnin', had a lot of things to say 'bout today's action in the town, criticising his alleged lack of backbone. Fuckin' moron; one who'd rather come in 'n watch everyone's brains splatter all over the walls, at times leaving one wondering whether the numbers matter to him only in terms of money, or with the numbers in question being 'bout casualities. The higher the amount for both, the better he felt, one would assume. The cowboy's fingers stroked over slicked strands of blonde hair as he sighed deeply. He ain't got the patience for the bastard, and he's come to realise that it is indeed better for the sake of keepin' it together if he'd ignore him. After all, at the end of the day, the moron's gettin' real kick out of it. He's just a waste of breath, waste of space, waste of mind, waste of food, waste of... 

Alright, maybe he will focus on appreciating the wildlife, instead. 

After he was done with givin' his frustrations a little outlet, rather than a bullet to the previously mentioned fella's head, he turned the page, and opted for drawing, a particular hare catching the man's attention. It didn't move, so it proved to be a perfect opportunity for him to drown in the world of, uh... bunnies. It's better than causin' more fuss.

Not so long later, a gentle padding of boots against the ground reached the man's trained ears; however, suspecting that it's just one of the gang members passin' by, he didn't bother lookin' up, having found nothing close to eagerness for conversation. At some moment, soft footfall stilled on the grass, right next to him, what he assumed could be someone waitin' for him to speak.

'What is it?' he inquires, rugged voice rasping out, in a manner which one might find threatening, blue eyes remaining set straight on the paper in front of him. The answer, however, has never been granted to him, deepening the scowl on his face. Leaving the questions hangin' in the air was always a lil' bit of a burden. 'Whaddya-'

With a turn of his head, his sight is welcomed by a particular person, a new... rather small member of their gang, leaving cowboy's face scribbled with bewilderment. She stood there, her height barely reaching past his reclined form, her facial structure being an epitome of innocence. Tiny hands clasped right in front of herself, her head bowed like one of a fawn's. 

'If that ain't... hey,' he greeted, having cleared his throat. 'I, uh... You want somethin'?' The outlaw fixed his expression almost immediately, opting to give a child a smile which oozed warmth and safety, almost forgetting 'bout whatever the hell's been on his mind just a second ago. He wouldn't want to scare the youngling with a a mean look; 'specially since he was able to see her own cheeks roundin' up into a bashful smile itself. She couldn't have been livin' here on this earth for longer than five years, though he cannot tell with them kids. What he knows is that the man has a special set of behaviours reserved for small folks like her, and that the poor thing needs friendly faces to get accustomed to. He is a terrible man, one that kills, one that beats people up and robs the hell outta 'em, but he didn't have the heart to just be another mean bastard when it came to children.

There's a case of her peculiarity that everyone's been rackin' their brains about. First, the kid didn't speak. No one was able to come up with the reason; she seemed to hear just fine, although she merely responded with a glance; if she bothered sparing one, which brings another aspect. It could always been 'bout the fact that she were a little one, nevertheless, eye contact proved to be challenging for her; her gaze always averting as soon as someone returned her own. It left several members wondering about the history behind this quiet girl, other than the tragic circumstances surrounding her discovery. For now, they opted to making the child feel like at home. She hadn't got anyone else to turn towards, with the The Outlaw finding the lost youngling alongside the Leader of the gang a few months back. Her wailing, and a couple of lifeless bodies were enough backstory for them to come to a conclusion that the poor child was utterly alone in this harsh world.

With that, the man suddenly realised that it is the first time he's able to see the colour of her eyes, the curious lookers taking in the sight of a journal in his hands; more specifically, scribbles he had done a few days back when he was on his journey through the forests of West Elizabeth; as the pages turned when he wasn't holding them in place. He always had it with him, this journal; something about the world around him capturing his interest everytime, with paper providing space for his thoughts, or even doin' as much as letting him capture quickly what he had seen. Interestingly shaped trees, wonderfully coloured flowers, animals; funny lookin' or not, always ended up finding their own place in his journal. It ain't like he shared it with anyone, it was after all so personal to the man. A child, however, was enamoured by little drawings he did, fascinated by the details of a wild hare on a page, her tiny mouth slightly open. With one last glance at the man, she hesitatantly took a step towards him, with an expectant gaze, her finger pointed towards the small patch of grass next to him. 

'You, uh...' The Cowboy repeats her gesture awkwardly. '... Wanna sit with me?' No response aside from an endearing tilt of her head, as if he were lookin' at a pup. He found himself unable to resist a gentle laugh, even if he were quite unsure of how to go on about with this one. Something 'bout this youngling just had him in her tiny grasp; that much was clear. She needed someone to make her feel safe, having her childhood ruined in such a cruel manner. Warmth washed over him; because it truly is the first since she were able to hold the eye contact with him, as if she were finally opening herself up. 'Alright, come here, Lil' one.'

Perhaps, it will be best if he were to repeat himself, that's for sure. In an inviting manner his large hand moved, tapping it against the green ground next to him, the seat she eagerly took. 

'Ah... Look at you, comin' outta your shell, yeah?' He encouraged further, with the toddler glancing up at the man's face once more, with a small giggle. Then what follows... Silence. As usual. A nod of his head, and he thinks for a moment, feeling her stare on him. "What should he do?", he wonders, scratching his rough chin as he tries to think of ways he could entertain the child... While she ran tiny fingers over the clean sheet of paper, as if she found the texture rather fascinating. Ah, well, it... it's his... Well, private belonging or whatever, but it ain't like the kid will steal his journal and run away with it, no. She is very polite when she makes a bashful gesture of her hand, as if to ask him if she may hold it, if she can use the sheets of paper, and something about it just melts his cold heart, devoid of any kindness, or so, as he likes to believe...

'Here you go,' he said simply, the journal traversing through his hands to her own, because for how long can he resist his paternal instinct, the one he thought had died a long time ago? He's a bad man, he thinks. The youngling skips over the pages with words, a natural instinct to be more drawn towards the pictures of flowers he'd made.

'My, a real connoisseur of art,' the man laughed, but the girl haven't looked up at him, her eyes observing the sketch of a deer with intrigue. 'Not like I'm, uh... any artist or somethin'...' He was a tad awkward, that's for damn sure. He was a rugged outlaw after all, a terrible man, robber and a killer of the worst sort. Seein' small folk like her just makes him... Wonder what makes a little pup like her want to hang around with him. 

After a moment, the child looks up at him with a bashful look on her face, almost apologetic in a way. Her hand slightly raised to her face, tapping her finger against it. Oh.

Suddenly, it all makes sense now. 

The outlaw cleared his throat; right.

She ran into an empty page, rubbing her round nose with fingers deep in thought, before her eyes peeked into the pen in his hand, gaze that the Outlaw followed with utmost attention. He didn't know what to think, it ain't like... Ah, those damn children. 

'Wanna, uh... draw? Scribble a little?' His speech was slow, giving her the time to observe the movements of his lips. The pen was raised, its tip drawing circles in the air, while he pointed at the journal in the child's hand. Trying his best to make an attempt at finding a different way to speak and help her understand his intentions, past the verbal communication, he saw the child next to him lighting up all of sudden, a reaction that got him smilin'. Smilin' to a point where his cheeks hurt. She perked up, like little, baby deer, and it took all his strength to not melt as her tiny fingers took the extended pen out of his large hand.

This precious thing was overjoyed, that much he could see. It's like the pen transferred an energy that's been waitin' for its release since the day she was born. The child doodled, using the simplest shapes to portray different creations of nature. A big tree on the left, with a sizeable flower that reached half of its height; a smiling cat with three whiskers on each side of its muzzle, probably havin' in mind a feline that she may have seen at some point in her life; equally just as big, and a little house. The Outlaw, normally, wouldn't have it within him to just let someone scribble all over his belonging, but god damn it. It's a child. Ain't like they got much paper lyin' around for free use. If that means seein' a the little duckling happy, so be it...

The man saw a red squirrel running right in front of them, stoppin' every once in a while to check the surroundings. And of course, he didn't have the heart to stop the little artist in the heat of her passion, but he couldn't let the opportunity for her to see the curious animal just pass! He nudged the girl gently, just on her arm, and pointed at the rodent that tried to jump over the tree. It took her a moment, her eyes being squinted in focus, before relaxing when she saw it. 

'Look'at it go, almost as tiny as you!' The man laughed gently, lookin' down at her once more, seein' that she's already traced the lines which resemble the squirrel; the girl havin' made sure to emphasize long ears and fluffy tail. The animal on the paper was almost as huge as the cat next to it. He's a bad man, and yet, he couldn't resist the smile that's been plastered on his face for a good few minutes now. She may not have been as expressive as other children he'd see, but when the baby giggled, when her lips curled up, or even when she did as much as she scrunched her nose in focus; warmth washed over his cold, cold and, once again, cold heart. It's like the girl melted it, and stole it, the precious little thing she was, paternal instincts resurfacing within him once more.

And then; just like that, he saw a sketch, and his eyes widened slightly. On a page he sees a drawing of a person... A man with a beard, a hat on his head, with a scarf wrapped aroung his neck, and the widest damn smile on his face, like the one of a fool's. The Outlaw wiped his mustache, taking into his hands the journal she had extended to him, with that expectant look on her face. She waited for that nod of approval, needing it more than anything at this moment; an approval that he, this rugged man, granted. Of course, he knew who that fella on the page was; it were him, or, how the toddler saw him as. A big fella with a hat, who smiles at her widely. He wasn't an outlaw to her, or a goddamn cowboy. To the girl, he was just a nice man who let her draw in his journal, who kept her safe from dangers of cruel world, which took her childhood. Possibly the first person she had approached on her own ever since she found herself in the gang. 

And that is something he couldn't wrap his head around. How is it possible, that he; a person so terrible as he is, was the one that this kid somehow wasn't threatened by?

And god, why was he smiling so much? He cannot tell. 

What he can tell, however, he hasn't done that for so long. 

And that her own smile, he wants to protect. 

[petersasteria]

Homework Help - Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter x Single mom!Reader

Both are aged up and I thought that y’all might want to read a regular one shot for now to take a break from the Disney theme.

PP Masterlist

1.8k words

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Your 5 year old son, Aidan, was having trouble with his homework. You couldn't help him because you were currently in a Zoom meeting in the living room. Aidan was having trouble figuring out what 8+9 was. He looked out the window and saw something red and blue.

As a curious 5 year old boy, that was enough for him to abandon his homework. He got out of his seat and walked towards the window. He looked out the opened window and saw Spider-Man sitting on the fire escape. Aidan grinned and slowly and carefully got out of the window. Successfully getting out, Aidan stood behind Spider-Man.

Peter felt a presence behind him and he turned around and saw a cute little boy standing behind him. They just stared at each other and Aidan giggled after a second, "Hi 'pide-man!"

Peter smiled under his mask and fully turned to the kid, "Hi there, lil' fella!"

"I need help." Aidan frowned and pointed at his desk. Peter glanced at his desk and saw an activity book that pre-school gave to kids to take home. He turned to the kid and asked, "Homework?"

Aidan could only nod.

"Ahh, what do you need help with?" Peter asked nicely.

"I 'on know 8+9." Aidan pouted. "Can you come and help me? You can come in! Mommy won't mind because she said I can ask for help."

"Oh, um, okay." Peter said. Even though he knew that the kid's mommy most likely meant a different kind of help. He watched as the kid carefully got back inside and motioned for him to come in too. Not wanting to disappoint, Peter climbed in through the window as Aidan giggled and clapped his hands.

"'Pide-man's in my room!" Aidan giggled and walked to his tiny desk. Peter knelt down next to him and saw the activity where Aidan was stuck on. Aidan pointed at the top left corner and said, "Aidan is m' name. See? It's right there!"

Peter nodded, "Yes, I can see that." Peter was sort of distracted with Aidan's answers, though. The kid wasn't dumb. He was just sort of slow on numbers. He got some of the answers wrong. Like, 5+5. Peter hummed to himself and immediately thought that he should correct everything. There's no way he would let Aidan go to school the next day with wrong answers.

"Aidan, buddy, what's 5+5?" Peter asked and pointed on the first problem. Aidan gave him a cute smile.

"That's easy! It's 2!" Aidan clapped. Peter shook his head, "Nope. Think again, pal."

Aidan pouted, "But it's 2."

"Why?" Peter asked. He was curious as to how Aidan got that answer.

Aidan held up one hand and said, "See? 'Tis 5."

"Okay, and then?"

Aidan held up his other hand and said, "It's another 5! I have two 5's now. 5+5 is 2!"

'Technically, he's not wrong.' Peter thought. 'In a scientific context, that's correct. He has two hands. But this is math.'

"How many fingers do you have?" Peter asked.

"I 'on know." Aidan shrugged and rested his head on the desk, clearly getting bored now. "I'm only 5." Aidan looked at the colored markers on his desk and decided in his mind that he'll draw a picture for his mommy later when Spider-Man leaves.

Peter thought of a strategy. He looked at the colored markers Aidan was looking at. There was about a hundred of them. "Is it alright if I borrow these?" Peter asked nicely. Aidan nodded, not having the energy to say proper response.

Peter randomly took 10 colored markers and laid 5 of them neatly on the desk. Aidan sat up properly once he saw his favorite color. In a way, it gave him motivation.

"How many colored markers do you see on the table?" Peter asked sweetly as he watched Aidan counted them one by one.

"1...2...3...4...5! I see 5!" Aidan grinned. Peter nodded, "That's right! I'll add 5 more."

Peter laid down 5 more markers and asked, "Now, how many markers are there?"

"1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10! I see 10!" Aidan smiled sweetly.

"Yeah! So, what's 5+5?" Peter asked again.

"Hm... 'm not sure." Aidan frowned. "Can I try?"

"Yes, you can."

"Is it 10?"

"Very good!" Peter clapped and Aidan laughed. Peter erased Aidan's wrong answer and Aidan took his pencil and wrote '10' as the correct answer.

The next few minutes were consisted of counting and colored markers. But the homework also had a 5-item question on subtractions. Of course, Aidan just kept answering because he thought it was still addition.

"Hold up, Aidan." Peter chuckled and erased Aidan's answer on the first question to subtraction.

"Why erase it?" Aidan whined. "5-2 is 7!"

Peter shook his head, "Nope. We're on subtractions now, buddy. The sign is already different. In addition, we use a cross; a small letter 't'. In subtraction, we use a little line."

"What?" Aidan blinked. "I 'on get it."

"Well," Peter started and laid down 5 colored markers. "Instead of adding 2 colored markers like in addition, we remove it."

Aidan watched carefully as Peter removed 2 colored markers. "I took 2 colored markers away, right? How many markers are left?" Peter asked.

"2!" Aidan said proudly.

"Why is it 2?" Peter asked.

"Because you said you took 2 markers." Aidan shrugged casually.

'Huh, smart-ass.' Peter thought.

"Okay, let me rephrase that." Peter said as he put back the two markers he took. "There are 5 markers, right?"

"Right!"

"How many markers are left when 2 markers are gone?" Peter asked and swiftly took 2 markers away. Aidan held his head on one hand while his other hand counted the remaining markers.

"1...2...3!"

"Okay, so what's 5-2?"

"3!" Aidan cheered and wrote down the correct answer.

"That's right!" Peter grinned and continued on teaching him.

Meanwhile, your Zoom meeting ended and heard two voices coming from your son's room and immediately panicked. You grabbed the nearest 'weapon' near you, which was a flower vase, and tiptoed to your son's room.

You pressed your ear against the door and furrowed your eyebrows when you heard giggling. You opened the door with confusion written all over your face and your eyes widened at the sight of Peter helping your son with his homework.

"I asked help from 'pide-man." Aidan said coolly. "He's teaching me math."

You and Peter stared at each other. It's been a while since you saw him. Aidan was busy writing the answer to the last question to even pay attention to the both of you.

"Aidan, is it okay if I talk to Pe- I mean, Spider-Man for a bit?" You asked sweetly. "I'll check your homework later."

"Okay mommy!" Aidan smiled and grabbed a piece of paper and began drawing something for Spider-Man as a 'thank you' present.

You and Peter walked out of Aidan's room and went to the living room. Peter took off his mask and said, "I didn't know you were his mom."

"Yeah, that's fine." You said.

You dated Peter back in high school, but he broke up with you in college because he claimed that he was in love with someone else. That 'someone else' was Gwen Stacy aka the girl who has been flirting with Peter all year long.

"So... Aidan, huh?" Peter said after an awkward silence. "I assume you had him when you were 20?"

"You assume correctly." You said and placed the flower vase back on the coffee table.

"I-Is he mine?" Peter asked. "It all lines up and-"

"No."

"What?"

"You're not his dad." You said.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked. He was... well, he didn't know what to feel. At first, Aidan was just another kid but for some reason he's grown to be fond of him. Then, he saw you and then he felt as if he was connected to you and Aidan. Now, you told him that Aidan wasn't his and he felt sad? Disappointed? Relieved? He wasn't sure.

"You know what I mean. Aidan isn't yours and I know that because I made a drunk decision a week after our break up and then 9 months later, Aidan was born. That's why I 'dropped out'. I took online classes instead and after a year and a half of taking online classes, I switched to a different university and physically attended online classes there. Of course, my parents disowned me and I had to do everything by myself. It was hard, but I pushed through." You explained.

"Oh." Peter said as he sat down on the couch. You sat next to him and asked, "How's Gwen?"

"We broke up after a year of dating." Peter said. "She wasn't who I thought she was. She used to be this really nice girl and then somewhere along the way, she changed. Hung out with the wrong crowd and then she cheated."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." You frowned.

"That's alright. I moved on." Peter shrugged.

"Good for you." You smiled at him softly which he returned. "I, uh, I have to start making snacks for Aidan now. You're welcome to stay if you want."

"Oh, no thanks. I have to get going." Peter said and both of you stood up from the couch. "It was nice seeing you, Y/N."

"It was nice seeing you too, Peter. Thanks for helping Aidan with his homework. I really appreciate it."

"No problem. I'm glad that I helped." Peter smiled. "Is it okay if I get your number? I'd really like to get in touch again."

You looked at him and nodded, "Sure."

He happily handed you his phone and watched you type in your number. You gave it back to him and he thanked you. He walked back to Aidan's room with his hand on the door knob before turning to you, "Hey Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You looked at him.

"I'm sorry for breaking up with you and I'm sorry that no one was there for you when you had Aidan."

"It's not your fault, Peter." You gave him a small smile.

"Yeah, but I could've checked up on you the moment you fell off the grid. It was the least I could do. After all, we were once friends and a decent friend would do that." Peter said guiltily.

"It's all in the past now." You assured.

"I'd like to make it up to you." Peter said and just as you were about to open your mouth to say something, Aidan's door opened and a smiling Aidan appeared. He looked at Peter and smiled, "Wow, you look handsome, 'pide-man!"

"Thank you." Peter chuckled. Aidan handed him a drawing and said it was a 'thank you' gift. It was a drawing of him and Peter with numbers surrounding them. "I have to get going." Peter said.

"Say goodbye to Spider-Man, Aidan." You said.

"Bye!" Aidan said and went straight to the living room to watch cartoons.

Peter looked at you once more and said, "I mean it. I want to make it up to you."

"Well, you have my number. Text me." You smiled politely. "Have a safe swing, Peter."

He only smiled and put on his mask before going in Aidan's room and leaving through the window. You followed after him and looked out the window to watch him swing around.

Peter was your first love and both of you drifted away only to see each other again years later. Perhaps it was fate. Maybe both of you were meant to be. After all, sometimes, first loves are last loves.

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for now they are close here too!! I mean I can wait but you absolutely have to get your first one as soon as possible :') the choice of the studio is super important!! you have to make sure the tattoo artist has a style similar to the one you like and that they make you feel comfortable!! so think carefully <33

ooh sweetie it's totally fine to be scared!! but I don't think that I have a high pain tolerance either and I really felt nothing sjkghl (of course it's different for everyone!) and AAAH i wanted to ask you what are you gonna get!!(so please feel free to share all the tattoos you have in mind🤧) I'm so happy you're just as curious about tattoos as me lol okay so I have just 3 tattoos and they are all pretty small! the letter J (the initial of my brother), the word 'hesperus' from a poem I really like and the latin quote 'hic et nunc' (my favourite one so far but that's another story for another time fellas)

i don't actually know if they're closed here. I'm planning to message to one studio tomorrow to ask if they are open haha i don't really know... how to choose because I'm looking at everything online sjxnjs and the style... well. i have my own design and it's very very simple so i think any tattoo artist can do that? they have a couple people working in the studio, i looked thru the profiles on their site and based solely on that i liked this one lady. i also saw one of the tattoos she's done is like... just lines and not some intricate picture so yeaaa i prolly wanna go with her!

oooh those sound really nice! mine are a biT biGgEr ahhaha.

ahhhh I've loved tattoos for so long man, i can't wait to get my first one uwuwu

hmm well this first one is gonna be on my forearm, now i don't remember if that's where the pain is worst or okay sjdnjs I've looked at some many pain maps but i still don't remember smh

I'll put the tattoos under the line so people don't have to scroll so much to skip this djxndn

aight so

firstly. the one i wanna get first! also the first tattoo i came up with hehe i have pictures for like... 5/6 of them. i drew all of them on myself so they look scuffed but they'll give you the general idea yaknow

i drew this on myself like 2/3 years back. i included the second picture just cause i think it looks cool but yea the first one is the version I want. for now hehe i actually have plans for modifications i could get for this one :))

i also have recent pictures from like idk 5 days back but they include two more tattoos as well so I'll keep em for later

secondly. my finger tattoo! probably the second or third one I want to get. i say or third because I might get a matching tattoo with my best friend first. anyway here starts the theme of stars that carries over a couple of the tattoos sjdjjs

tiny and simple. but i love it! i love the stars and the moon which is why I want to have this one uwu also i love finger tattoos and this is the best I came up with jsnxn

this brings us to another one which i actually want to get at the same time as the finger one because it's gonna be on like... the thumb? it's a symbol! here I'll give a picture if the symbol only and later on I'll give pictures with it on the thumb. cause those are the ones that include the first one as well haha

these are on the left hand btw

moving on to the next one. this one is a text tattoo! a lyric tattoo if you call it that. from my favorite song uwu it will be on the right handy thumb to wrist area. i tried writing it on myself but I'm right-handed so you can see how that would go awfully sjdnns

so yea excuse the awful writing please sjnxns if you can't decipher it, it says Step out of them Voices. placed somewhere around that area, it was hard to really choose properly since I was writing with my left hand sjdnns

next up. a small one behind my ear. a lil star! yes. i love stars a lot sjxns was thinking i could get this one sometime without anyone knowing and waiting till someone notices it sjxnd i told have a picture for this one cause... yea it's behind the ear. or like you know somewhere behind there cause i just think those are cool

last but not least. the chest one! it's not like a big complex piece tho. just a sun and some stars. because. once again, i love stars sndnd and just the sky in general you know. I'm in love with the sky uwuwu which is why I have so many pictures of it on my phone from when I go on walks ahahhah

and here we have it. please excuse my awful skin jsndjd i don't expect to get all these tattoos anytime soon because of the price so I'm hoping my skin gets sorted till then you know xjdj

also apologies for how scuffed it looks jsnxnd ngl drawing on your chest is vErY hard. i drew the sun off of a reference i found but i was honestly rushing thru it cause it was... just difficult and i knew i wouldn't get it right anyway sjdnd

the placement isn't gonna be 100% like that cause once again, i drew it on myself sjxnd i want the sun on my sternum, I'd love to explain the exact place but uhh... i can't sjdjd and yea i want the eight stars around it. most likely more spaced out because I feel like this is... too close together, it would look better further away from each other. and the place for them would be like under my collarbones?? cause collarbones hurt a lot right?? ehh well I'll just have to handle it somehow. but yea! that's my six planned tattoos ahahha

now for the whole left arm. aka the three tattoos in one pictures

sorry about the even more scuffed sketch of the first tattoo jsbdns i did that during class cause I was bored and wasn't exactly trying to be precise ahhaha

but yea that's how my left arm should look after I get all of these uwu

andddd here are my plans for adding onto the first tattoo

in this picture the three lines just go all around BUT my plan isss... i want the lines to come together and intertwine on the other side of my forearm, i want them to come to one point where they're like knotted up andddd i want a flower to like rise from that point, i want it to go down to my hand, with it's end on my wrist probably, don't want to it to go all the way on the hand.

i have no idea if that was understandable enough. i suck at explaining sjdjsn but i think it would be pretty??? and i think it goes with the theme i gave it in my head pretty well

so... yea

those are my tattoo plans ahhaha i love talking about tattoos sjdjjs

sorry about the long ass post

— admin

[airship-full-of-dragons]

Infection - Part 2: Questionable decisions

In this installment of lore, a bunch of things go wrong. And somebody wakes up.

Read the introductory part here.

Links: Part 1, Part 2 (you're here), Part 3 (not yet)

You might also want to read Tau’s prologue, which happens roughly between part 1 and 2, but is otherwise standalone.

Dragons appearing: Yivree, Shijuni, Linidane, Melladion, Gilnar, Kyrsten, Tau, James, the bog robot, the stranger

Yivree sat at the edge of the nest, clutching the the small shade-touched ridgeback, trembling. She looked up to Shijuni, who was trying to sign something. But her eyes were too watery to read it. She shook her head and tried to dry the tears, but more just kept coming.

Shijuni stopped trying to talk to her and came closer insted, worried look on his face. He took hold of her chin and gently moved it down. Yivree let him, and very well knew what will follow. They rested their foreheads against each other and closed their eyes.

Her breathing slowed down and the shaking eased up, but the tears stayed.

They sat like this in silence for about a minute before Linidane landed next to them.

"Yivree?" The orange imperial took a deep breath, slowly pulled away from the comforting gesture and looked at the newcomer. "Are you alright?"

She shook her head. Linidane's brow furrowed in worry. Not like it wasn't furrowed enough already, considering that she never saw Yivree crying like this before. "What's wrong?"

Yivee slowly uncurled from around the tiny ridgeback with black beads on her skin, who was already asleep. Linidane's response got stuck in her throat and her eyes widened. She looked at Shijuni with a silent question. He nodded. "Oh dear." She immediatelly puled Yivree and the hatchling into a hug, or at least into something similar that could tundra manage to do with dragons of their size. "It's gonna be alright. Gilnar is gonna help you through this, I'm sure."

Yivree let out a silent sob as she embraced Linidane back. It took her a few moments before she managed to scrape together a response. "I- I sure hope so." she said in a raspy, tired voice.

Melladion took a deep breath, tried to regain some of his usual optimism and gave Kyrsten a reassuring thumbs up. Or at least, it would be reasurring, if he wasn't shaking that much.

He was really trying to hold it together and look confident, though.

"Alright. Let's do this." He dove into the remains of the arcane bot as Kyrsten and Gilnar watched. "I sure hope the lil' fella survived this."

Gilnar came little bit closer, trying to locate the coatl that basically vanished in the scraps. "You're sure you don't need help? I'll-"

"Aha!" Melladion suddenly jumped out, yelling victoriously.

Gilnar didn't move an inch, just raised her eyebrow. Theatricals.

"Y-you ruin the fun." Melladion pulled out a small, wyvern-like robot. "He survived! What a sturdy fella this golem is. Well, well. Lightning-quality casing is-"

A powerful glare from Gilnar stopped him in his tracks before he even gained any speed. He sighed and climbed down from the tower of bot remains. "Okay. Just let me turn him on."

He plugged the small golem onto his gauntlet and took another deep breath. Closed his eyes. He concentrated onto the magic center in his chest and carefully redirected the lightning energy into the gauntlet.

The robotic wyvern came alive with a zap and flew up, now only a translucent string of magic connecting it into the gauntled. It hovered in the air with silent buzzing and a twitch now and then. Melladion sighed with relief. Now he just needed to keep his magic consumption low, as he didn't exactly have huge magic reserves but definitely had a lot of ground he needed to cover. "Alright, where do we start?"

Kyrsten decided to chime in. "Let's start with the infirmary. Nebula's there and we don't want her to come back unprepared. Or even better, we don't want her to come back here at all." She tried to ignore the urge to add "because one medic down is enough". Her head was starting to hurt quite a bit. Not an exactly good sign.

"That's probably a good idea. We can work out an optimal route while you're getting it there," Gilnar nodded.

"Alright. Seems like a good plan. Don't poke into me much, long-distance driving is pretty difficult," chuckled Melladion with a slight voice crack and closed his eyes.

Then he swung the arm with the gauntlet and the small golem zoomed out of the room.

Meanwhile, a certain brown-blue tundra was staring from outside of the silvery barrier at one of the baterries that were powering it. It took her long enough to find one, and now she had to break it. She stared an her cerdae with a toothy, but very much genuine, smile.

"This is gonna be a pi-ece of cake for us. Come on, I'm gonna need your help, Euler." She gestured at her familiar and then the baterry. "We need to make it resonate. Just try to uniformly aim your magic at it, and I'll tell you if you should add some power or not. Alright?"

Euler didn't seem to be cooperating. He just raised one of his eyebrows and stared at Tau with his head slightly tilted to the left.

"Come on, for me?"

The cerdae gave up. He came closer to the barrier, bowed, so that his horn touched the barrier right in front of the baterry, and closed his eyes. Tau came next to him and put her paw on the barrier.

A weak, yet stable flow of magic was pulsing at the tip of Euler's horn.

"I think we need a higher frequency. Quite a lot." Tau put her paw a little bit more firmly on the barrier. No noticable change in behaviour or pulsing yet.

The flow got significantly stronger.

"More."

"A bit more- Okay, okay, alright." Tau could feel the barrier start vibrating. Not enough, though. "We're gonna fine-tune now. Just slowly add power and I'll tell you when to stop." Euler nodded.

"STOP! An now, just hold it!" Tau was getting excited. The magical barrier was starting to shake, tremble. And the baterry too. You could actually see it. And the movement was getting more violent every second. Euler could feel it too, but was too scared to open his eyes. "Here we g-"

With a loud bang and a burst of blinding light, the baterry shattered. The shockwave tripped over the cerdae and sent Tau rolling a few meters back.

Little bit ruffled, she got back on her feet with a wide grin. The missing baterry created a hole in the barrier big enough for basically any dragon, imperial or tundra, to go through. Tau jumped through it without hesitation.

"We're in."

"Melladion, you don't look so good." Kyrsten stated the obvious, finally leaving the laying stranger's side and coming closer to the coatl. He was wheezing through his teeth and eyes closed with concentration. "Are you alright?"

The coatl's arm quickly changed position again. "Yeah. I think I might be finished soon, though. But I haven't seen James yet." Melladion's voice basically gave out by the end of that sentence. "He... he has to be at the Tinker club."

Kyrsten looked at him with a worried look. He was obviously straining himself. The thin line of magic connecting him to the golem was almost invisible at this point, but somehow he was still going. "Don't overdo it. We can find a different way."

"Don't. Don't worry. I'm almost there. Wait. Wait, I can see James!" Melladion sprung up. "He's alright so far! I just need to-"

A black bolt split the air in the hall with one of the loudest noises anybody in the room ever heard, overloading everybody's senses for a few seconds.

The moment Kyrsten recovered, she dove right next to Melladion, who was writhing in pain on the floor, gasping for air. "Shit! Hold on!"

As Gilnar was still trying to regain control over her senses, Kyrsten quickly grabbed the twisting coatl and started conjuring.

Gilnar squinted onto the two as she felt the familiar pressure of a magical seal being prepared. But something was wrong. The aura felt different. "Kyrsten, I don't think you should-"

The fae huffed as she tried to tame her own magic with a splitting headache. It was squirming. "Stay back. I've got this under control." Kyrsten growled as the ribbons of pink around her turned into sharp edges, circling her with alarming speed. "Shit. I might-" The inviting pink turned black and flew out in all directions.

James carefully stepped down the stairs leading to the main Tinker club complex, his alchemy equipment clinking with every move. Finally he came upon a door and slipped through, sighing with relief and carefully stretching his wings. While the halls theselves were adequately roomy, the hallways definitely weren't made with guardians in mind.

Goddamit, why are all the tech savvy dragons in this clan so tiny.

James turned on the lights and looked around. He was in Melladion's workshop, which was filled with several tabes with a mechanical mess on top of them. The middle table was occupied by an iron, vaguely dragon-like skeleton with a scramble of wires and tubes for it's insides. Judging by the blueprints it was laying on, it was Melladion's current project. Then there were some tables under the small, high windows that were leading out and aboveground. These were mostly filled with papers, tools and drawing equipment, but there were also two... things covered with a black fabric. One of them had a yellow post-it note stuck to it.

Oddly enough, Melladion was nowhere to be found.

James started making his way to a door on the other side of the room, clinking with every step. Perhaps he was in the training hall again, wrestling with one of his robots.

A silent buzzing stopped him. He turned around to see Melladion's golem floating right behind him. What was it doing here?

With a pulse of black energy and alarming strenght, the golem crashed into the suprised guardian's face.

James woke up laying on the floor with a basically scrapped golem in front of him. He squinted and frowned.

What was he doing here? What happened? His head definitely hurt.

He slowly stood up and checked his alchemist equipment. Thankfully, none of his vials or bottles had broken. He looked around. Maybe he'll figure out what was he doing here. Was he supposed to run an errand or something?

The weird lump on one of the tables with a post-it note on it caught his attention. He walked closer and looked at it.

"Out of order. Extra energy core needed. Possibly malfunctioning?"

James took off the black cloth. Underneath, there was a carefully put-together robot that resembled a dark green-skinned bogsneak. There was a multitude of glass-like green gems scattered around it's body. Actually, that and it's neck were mostly covered in some sort of rough fabric. James carefully moved it away to reveal an circular slot in it's chest. It was empty.

James looked back at the wreckage that he woke up in. Strangely enough, the glinting blue orb that was the golem's energy source, seemed to be intact.

He didn't realise that was strange. What he realised though, was that he could use it to fix this bogsneak robot.

In the main hall of the Reed Shelter, the stranger finally woke up. He slowly stood up, surveying the surroundings. Three unconscious dragons: a fae, coatl, and a guardian. A giant hole in a wall. Lots of scrapped metal and golem parts. His mask, thrown on the floor next to him.

A huge puddle of black goo that he was standing in.

"Eww!" the ridgeback jumped up and exclaimed in a strangely raspy voice. It would be pretty unnerving, if anybody could actually hear him. "I can't believe I started leaking. What an embarrassment. Better clean up after myself."

The black fluid flew up into the air in millions of droplets that quickly vanished.

The stranger's eyes went from dark red to pure black. He picked up his mask and put it on. "There. Much better."

He looked back at the three unconscious dragons. He startled cackling, until he interrupted himself with a very loud fit of coughing. He came closer to them, basically leaning above the fae. "You're all fucking idiots."