((Arthur is too young for Peter to be in this, please don't hit me.))
"Hello, y/n." Arthur greeted, walking towards your stall. He's eighteen now, and you're seventeen. "Hi." You replied. Arthur climbed into the stall and sat beside you. As he sat down, Arthur sighed. "What's wrong?" You asked. "Nothing. I'm just a bit tired, that's all." Arthur said. "Is you that child found and are now taking care of keeping you up?" You asked. "Alfred? Oh, yes. He is. He's only three though, he can't help it..." Arthur said. "How do you get him to back to sleep?" You asked. "I just sit in a chair while holding him, rocking back and forth. Well, after changing his diaper of course. If that doesn't help, I usually make him a bottle of milk. If that doesn't help, I just get Allister up and see if he can do anything." Arthur tells you. "If that doesn't help, maybe you could bring him out here. I could try to talk to him! Didn't you say babies and toddlers are able to hear all dragons talk?" You asked. "Yes, I did. I guess I could. Thanks y/n." Arthur said, yawning. "You're welcome." You said. "I'm so tired... You wouldn't mind if I just slept out here for a few minutes until it's time for chores, do you?" Arthur asked. You fought back a blush. "Not at all." You said. "Thanks." Arthur mumbled, falling asleep already, causing you to smile. You wondered if you were born and raised as a human, would you have been as tiring as Alfred? Probably.
Timeskip
"Oi! Arthur! Get up! Francis wants to talk to you!" Allister called. "Bloody hell... That stupid frog." Arthur muttered, rubbing his eyes. You snorted. "He's not that bad. In fact, I think he's kinda funny." You said. "Well, you don't really know him, y/n." Arthur muttered, walking out of the barn. "Arthur! I need your help! Matthew has gone missing!" Francis cried. "O-Oh. Where and when did you last see him?" Arthur inquired. "Last night, when I was putting him to bed." Francis said. Arthur sighed. Poking your nose out of your stall, you huffed. "Can I help look for him?" You asked. "Oh. Yes, you can." Arthur said, unlocking your stall. "She wants to help?" Francis asked. "Yes, she does." Arthur said as the two of you walked to where Francis was. "So, what do I do?" You inquired. "Do you want to go search for him by yourself, right now, or...?" Arthur trailed off. "I'll go look for him by myself right now." You answered, starting to take off. "Be careful!" Arthur warned. "I will!" You promised, flying towards the woods.
Timeskip
"Papa?! Whewe awe you, papa?!" A small voice called. Quickly, you flew towards the voice. You'd never met Matthew, so you didn't know if the voice belonged to him or not. If not, then oh well, at least you're helping another lost child. "Ah!" The small voice cried, as he saw you. Should you transform into a human so he wouldn't run away in fear? No, he'd just tell Francis and Arthur you were half-human. As you landed onto the ground, the child cowered in fear. "Matthew?" You asked. "M-Mapwe! How do you know my name?" He asked. You smiled. "Your papa is looking for you." You answered. "O-Oh! I've been wooking fow him! Would you pwease take me to him?" Matthew pleaded. Nodding, you lowered yourself so he could climb on. Matthew gently grabbed onto your wing and climbed onto your back. "Hold on." You warned. "Okay!" Matthew exclaimed, hugging your neck as tightly as he could. Carefully, you took off towards the village.
"There she is!" Arthur exclaimed. "Is that Matthew on her back?" Francis asked. "I'm sure it is him. Who else would it be?" Arthur replied. A minute later, you landed near Arthur and Francis. Crouching, you let Matthew slide off your back. "Thank you, y/n!" Matthew exclaimed. "You're welcome." You responded. "Well, I have chores to do." Arthur said, turning on his heel. You followed him. "Do you need something, y/n?" Arthur inquired. You snorted in amusement. "Oh, you probably want something to do, don't you?" Arthur asked. "Yeah." You said. "Well, just stay by me while I'm doing my outside chores then we can train, okay?" Arthur suggested. "Okay." You said. Arthur went to doing his chores and you followed him, also, you helped out as much as you could. First, Arthur had to change the bedding in your stall, you carried the clean bedding over to your stall for him. Then, Arthur had to refill your water and food troughs, you carried the bag of food over.
Timeskip(Yeah I know there are a lot of these)
"That's the last of my chores for now. Do you want to train in the field where I found you?" Arthur inquired. "Yeah." You answered. "Okay let's go!" Arthur urged, climbing onto your back. As you flew to the field, Arthur began to hum. "What song are you humming?" You asked. "Oh. It's just a song I made up." Arthur replied quickly. "Cool! What do you call it?" You requested. "L-Let's Enjoy Today." He mumbled. "Sounds like a good song." You encouraged. "Really? Thanks, y/n!" Arthur exclaimed. "You're welcome. Have you finished it yet?" You buzzed. "Not yet. I'm still working on it." Arthur informed. "Will you let me know when you finish it?" You requested. "Sure. We're almost there." Arthur pointed out. "No duh." Was your sarcastic reply. "Hey! That was rude!" Arthur cried. You laughed. "No, it was funny." You countered. As you landed, Arthur muttered to himself, which just made a snort of amusement. When you snorted, a puff of smoke came out of your nostril, which startled Arthur. Arthur jumped then slid down to the ground. You blushed in embarrassment. Dragons have two parts to puberty. The first one... Let's not get into that, it's very similar to a human's. The second part is when you get your fire. But that was only part of it. "Oh, uh y-y/n. You puffed smoke. I-I guess you will be able to breathe fire soon." Arthur said nervously. You grunted in embarrassment. "I know that." You said, putting emphasis on each word and sounding angry, because you were. "Sorry." Arthur muttered. Normally, Arthur wouldn't apologize, but, it was different now. You know how when someone is short-tempered, they might be called hot-headed? Well, when dragons get their fire, they become( more) short-tempered, usually more short-tempered than just become short-tempered. Their short-temper would go away once you completely had your fire or your short-temper would go back to normal and not be so short. "Uhhh... Sorry." You muttered. "It's fine." Arthur replied. "Let's just train." You said. "Yeah." Arthur said.
