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[linolinadoon]

(...)

"Billy!" Peter called and he felt like the world stopped for a moment when bright yellow eyes turned to him.

"Dad!" Billy cried out, running towards the vigilante without skipping a beat.

Peter shot a web up and dropped to the floor mid arch, crossing the distance between them so they met halfway. He threw himself on his knees, ignoring the sting of pain, and instead focusing only on the small body that crashed against his and the thin, but strong scaly arms tightly wrapping around his shoulders.

"Oh, Bee, I'm so glad I found you!" Peter gasped, feeling like it was finally easy to breath again. He wrapped his arms around his son, pulling him close and pressing his still masked face to the boy's hair, still managing to smell the faint lemon scented shampoo Billy used, his own pick, because "he liked lemons", Peter remembers him saying. He felt tears in his eyes.

God, he was so relieved! It felt like heaven to have Billy in his arms again. He could feel his little boy shaking, shivering as if he was cold; and his scaly skin did feel strangely cool to the touch, which meant he hadn't had enough warmth during most of that time, something he needed more often in this form. Peter frowned behind the mask, his blood boiling for a moment as he remembered Devon's arrogant and downright sociopathic affirmations that Spider-Man "didn't need to worry about the lizard-boy" for he had "everything needed to care for a reptile". Yeah, sure! All Peter wanted now was to punch that disgusting smug smile out of that man's face even more than he had wanted to do when those things were said...!

A soft sniff immediately pushed those thoughts away, bringing Peter back to what really mattered now. Billy didn't say anything, although it seemed like he meant to, but all that came from his mouth, muffled by Peter's suited-up shoulder, was a hiccup. Peter tightened his hold around his son, feeling the small body shake with each hiccup and soft sob.

"It's okay, it's okay, Bee..." He soothed the kid, feeling his heart break at hearing Billy crying.

"I-I... I'm s-sorry..." Billy managed to say in between sobs, his fingers holding tightly to Peter, sharp little claws sinking into his father's skin, but Peter found it easy to ignored them.

"Shh, it's not your fault, none of this is..." Peter was quick to say, running his gloved fingers through the kid's hair, feeling his chest tighten at Billy's words. Did he feel guilty for what happened?

(...)

Slowly, as Billy's breathing calmed down, his skin started changing. Peter held him, watching as the scales practically melted away, leaving behind only the pale skin the boy had been born with; the large tail, which had wrapped around Peter, slowly disappeared until it didn't exist anymore.

Peter didn't want to pull away from the hug, and the way the kid clung to him showed he didn't want to move either, but Peter had to, no, he needed to check on him, if only for ease of mind. And also because he need to get a good look at his kid.

Billy's face was warm, trails of tears marking his red cheeks, while unshed ones pooled around his green eyes, making them glint. He looked tired and scared, but also relieved, which was a lot to see in a 13 year olds' face. Peter felt, above all, happy to have his son with him again, but also irate at the thought of what those people must have put Billy through. At least he didn't look physically hurt...

"Are you okay?" Peter asked, cradling Billy's face in his gloved hands, forcing Billy to look him in the eyes, well, lenses. "Did they hurt you?"

Billy shook his head with a sniff.

(...)

"Where's dad?" Billy asked.

"He-" Peter started when suddenly his spider sense kicked in, telling something wasn't right. And then he and Billy heard the loud sound of crashing in the distance. "Oh, no..."

(...)

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A little stain

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Starlight Express - Phillips/Stilgoe/Webber

Relationships: Electra/Rusty (Starlight Express), Flat-Top & Rusty, Dustin & Flat-Top, Dustin & Rusty

Additional Tags: Short One Shot, Secret Relationship, Friendship, Silly, Fluff and Humor

Summary:

Flat-Top realizes Rusty has been leaving the yard more often...

[linolinadoon]

 "Well, right now? I was thinking about how handsome you happen to be Dr. Connors. Has anyone ever told you that?" Peter hummed, squirming so he could move his lower body closer to Curt as well, wrapping his legs around one of his, practically clinging fully to the older man's side as if he was a koala.

   "Hm, perhaps a few times..." Curt said with a small playful smile, and Peter saw a barely noticeable pink hue grace his cheeks together even with a hint of bashfulness in his voice. "At least once."

   Peter couldn't help but scoff and roll his eyes for effect.

   "Yeah, sure. I'm pretty sure it was a bunch of times, you're just being humble." He said, pressing soft kisses to the skin on the exposed junction between the other's neck and shoulder.

   "I think you might be a bit biased." Curt shook his head, that small smile still on his face, still playful, yes, but unable to hide that underlying hint that he didn't exactly believe what Peter was saying.

   "I might, yeah." Peter decided he might as well agree. Attraction and what was attractive was a subjective topic. "Shouldn't I be though?" He leaned further in, moving his kisses to the doctor's neck, nipping gently at the soft skin there. "You're my boyfriend, aren't you?"

   "I guess I am." Curt said with a low hum and Peter was happy to hear a satisfied tone ringing with it.

   "Exactly." Peter smiled, before bringing his teeth to bite right over Curt's pulse point, managing to get a low groan from him, a sound that went straight down his body. “So I'll admire my boyfriend, and there's nothing you can do about it.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Electric train and the Starlight

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Starlight Express - Phillips/Stilgoe/Webber

Relationships: Electra/Rusty (Starlight Express)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Sex, Making Out, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, human-train anatomy, Non-Explicit Sex, Future Fic, vague train-people anatomy, mentioned relationships, Gay Sex, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Background Poly, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary:

Electra and Rusty, 40 years later.

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Finally finished my Electra x Rusty smut. Lets go.

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Shirtless - Spider Gang AU

Rating: Teens and up

Fandom: Spider-Man

Tags: Friendship, Trans Male Character, Short One Shot, No Plot/Plotless, Awkwardness, Self-Indulgent, Slice of Life, spider gang au, Partial Nudity

Summary:

As he entered the kitchen, he found Peter standing in front of the fridge, retrieving an ice tray from the upper compartment. As expected the boy was only wearing the pants and shoes of his suit, leaving him shirtless.

And, for the first time, Curt realized he had never seen Peter fully shirtless.

Spider gang AU

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Happy pride! Have a little Trans Peter one shot as a treat! 🌈🌈

Note: For AO3 users only, no guests.

[linolinadoon]

   The two Spiders stared down at the paper in front of them.

   <Are you sure that’s what we should write?> Peteeree hummed, leaning his head to the side a little. <Isn’t that a little... How do humans say it? ‘on the nose’?> He hissed, shaking his head. <No, maybe... ‘clichê’?>

   <You really like human idioms, don’t you?> Petahne clicked, amused, and still rolling the pencil they had sneaked out of the humans’ office in between his claws.

   <Ah, they’re fun...> The older spider clicked back, bumping one of his arms to the other spider’s. <So?>

   <I mean, yeah. But maybe that’s exactly why it’s better to use it...?> Petahne tilted his head to one side and to the other.

   <Hm, yeah, maybe.> Peteeree agreed, remembering all the “alien themed” media made by humans that they had consumed. He tilted his head to the sides. <Alright, go ahead.>

   Unsure of how to hold the pencil in the same way a human did with their multiple fingers, Petahne grabbed it in his fists and started writing, asking for Peteeree’s opinion when he couldn’t remember exactly how to write some specific words.

   <There.> He lifted the paper, trying to see if it was legible, or that it would at least be legible for a human. <Is it good?> Peteeree clicked back positively and Petahne purred a “thank you”. He pressed his pincers closed at the next thought. <Do you think Petoo will get angry at us?>

   <Most probably.> Peteeree trilled playfully and the youngest chittered in tandem.

   <Yeah...> He sighed. <So, do we leave at their door?>

   <No, they might not see it...> Peteeree hummed, clacking his pincers at an idea. <Their eating room! That’s a good place, they always go there first thing in the morning!>

   <Yeah!> Petahne trilled, slipping the paper to his smaller paws and trotting over to the entrance of their hideout. <Come on, before Petoo comes back!> Peteeree was right at his heels.

   As it usually was, the descent to the human base was uneventful and they soon returned to their little hidden house. The two younger spiders didn’t even need to reach the entrance room to know that the oldest had returned from his patrol.

   Petoo turned to them, his eight eyes all wide open and the two spiders shrunk slightly in place.

   <I saw you two out there.> Petoo purred, showing he wasn’t mad or anything like that, more worried than anything and the others relaxed, a little bit. Petoo noticed that. <What were you doing?>

   <We left the humans a message.> Peteeree went straight to the point.

   There was a pause. Petoo’s web-spinner twitched behind him.

   <... You what?> He hissed.

   <A friendly message!> Petahne added, purring and closing the distance between the two of them on all six members. <To show them we’re not a threat!>

   It was clear Petoo knew what Petahne was doing, already used to how the young one acted. He indulged him, growing relaxed when both Peteeree and Petahne approached him with sparkly eyes, like they were expecting Petoo to think they had done a good job.

   <What... What did you write?> Petoo clicked instead, to make sure.

-o-

   Curt ran his hand over his face and through his still slightly messy hair. As usual, he had a restless sleep. Gods, he hated the cold, why had he agreed to come to the Swiss Alps again? All he wanted and all he needed right now was a good, hot cup of tea, or coffee.

   He entered the small kitchen on the ground floor, complaining under his breath that it was so far from the dormitories. He made a beeline to the coffee maker, not bothering about anything else. It took him a moment to realize there was a note on the table, which wasn’t left by him.

   Curt leaned over it and was surprised to see it wasn’t any of their handwriting. Part of him wanted to believe that it was a joke, but at this point...

   He stepped out of the kitchen and towards the control room, where Otto and Quentin were already at, starting work.

   “Beck, I think your ‘spiders’ left a message for us...” He pointed out.

   “What?” Beck’s attention fully snapped to the other and he ran over to him, snatching the paper from his hand. It read, in letters not too different from a kid’s writing:

[linolinadoon]

Here is a little Trans Peter thingy, because (featuring: Curt!)

   The light of the bathroom was on, the first aid kit open by the sink, some blood was smeared on the white porcelain and an unwrapped roll of bandages rested near the faucet, but Peter was nowhere to be seen. Spider-Man’s shirt, gloves and mask were scattered on the floor and Curt could see large gashes on the red and blue fabric that would need some patching - Curt tried not to think about the patching up the boy himself needed. There was another piece of clothing among the others, he noticed: a black top that Peter always seemed to be wearing under his suit.

   "My nipples are sensitive, doc!" Peter had explained with a red face and they dropped the subject, with the doctor trying to hold back a smile at how embarrassed the boy looked having admitted that.

   Curt continued his way to the kitchen, but stopped on his tracks.

   As he entered the kitchen, he found Peter closing the fridge door, an ice tray in his hands. As expected the boy was only wearing the pants and shoes of his suit, leaving him shirtless.

   And, for the first time, Curt realized he had never seen Peter fully shirtless.

   The boy seemed rather shy about taking off his shirt. Of course, Connors didn't push him, except when heavily needed, when Peter needed his arms to be taken care of or his ribs to be checked over. And he was even more lenient when Peter didn’t want to remove his top.

   His eyes couldn’t help but linger on the boy’s pale arms. Scars already covered most of his skin and other areas were already bandaged, blood staining the white. Peter’s sides and hips - which was visible thanks to the blue pants hanging low - were the parts that seemed to have suffered the worst during these six years of vigilante work, while most of his back was surprisingly bare.

   Peter finally turned towards the doctor.

   And his chest…

   Oh.

   Curt stared.

   They were small and thin, barely noticeable despite the slightly perked tips, but Curt recognized that what he was staring at weren’t pecs, but breasts. It took a while for the scientist to process that information…

   Peter sighed and lifted his head as he stepped away from the fridge only to freeze in his tracks. His brown eyes opened wide once he realized he wasn’t alone anymore.

   “Connors!” He exclaimed and quickly wrapped his arms around his chest, almost dropping the ice tray in the process.

   Connors blinked, just as startled as the boy.

   “I-I’m sorry!” He was quick to say, turning his eyes downwards.

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   Peter moved into Curt's life slowly. Curt wasn’t exactly sure when it started, but he had an idea.

   He could remember the first times the boy would crash at his house after a hard day as Spider-Man, occasionally with the doctor having to help tend to the hero's wounds. Whenever his second job wasn’t too demanding, Peter would also end up staying the night after a long evening of the two talking about various topics, most often than not just making small talk by the end. In no time both had grown used to the boy leaving pieces of clothing in Curt's house so that he could change when needed between his two lives. And, soon enough, the boy's stash of clothes found a place in the doctor's dresser since Peter spent most of his days in the man's house rather than at his own apartment. 

   Then, one day, most, if not all, of Peter's belongings became a part of Connors' household, all just as permanent as the boy that came alongside them.

   Curt watched as Peter slowly became a bigger part of his life. He had been unsure once noticing what was happening, but everything flowed so naturally, that he soon found it weird to not have the boy around.

   Not that either of them stayed in the house too much, Curt had his work and Peter his double life as a civilian and a super-hero. But it had become a natural part of their life to always find themselves cuddling on Connors' couch at night.

   It was nice. Curt wasn’t expecting to share his life or his house with someone else after his wife moved out and even less when the divorce papers were signed. Yet here he was. Life always found a way to surprise you, he guessed. But it wasn’t like he was complaining, not at all.