#ch:peter

[elmswriting]

APRIL 30, 1980 - THE BATTLE OF BIRMINGHAM

Who: Sirius&Peter @battleofpeter

Where: Birmingham, battlefield

When: April 30, 1980

A droplet of sweat tickled down Sirius’ spine, causing a shiver to shake his body. His mind had gone into auto-pilot; no, not autopilot, but rather, trying to adapt to the chaos that played out in front of him. Screams, death, pain. Exhaustion. His mind tried to rationalise it, make it appear normal so he would keep going until he couldn’t, instead of freezing into shock. They hadn’t prepared for this. They hadn’t anticipated a battle on this scale. They had planned on a raid, a simple hit-and-run - capture the Death Eaters before they could cause harm to the Muggle and Wizard neighbourhood. Instead, they had faced Death Eaters prepared for war. 

Sirius wiped away hair from his forehead, panting, trying to keep up with what happened around him, fingers clutching tightly to his wand, prepared to force out a shield, prepared to hit before being hit. He couldn’t see James and he swallowed down the intrusive thought that James might be one of those screaming or - even worse - one of those that didn’t. Sirius thanked Sala -- no, no, Merlin, Godric - that Remus wasn’t presented. Remus, who Sirius knew could fend for his own, would throw himself into the battle, fighting better than him. No, Sirius was glad Remus didn’t have to face this nightmare to collect more trauma into his soul. And Sirius couldn’t help but snort that even amidst this chaos, his thoughts wandered to Remus Lupin who - Sirius reminded himself - wasn’t his boyfriend any longer. 

Sirius dodged, a a groan slipping out of him to escape a shot fired at him, gaze searching for familiar faces. Peter, James, Marlene -- 

Peter. Sirius stopped dead in his tracks. Shoulders squared as he turned, a dog sniffing the air for the person he was looking for. Where the hell was Wormtail? Sirius hadn’t seen him for a good while now and his throat contracted at the thought of the possibility of losing not one but many mates tonight. He breathed hard, in short puffs, stumbling as he hurried to put up a shield. He needed a few seconds, to breathe, to think, to recoup. To chase away the thoughts on James, Remus, Peter. Merlin, Sirius would punch Peter when they gathered back at the safe house to recoup and tend to wounds. How in the bloody hell could Peter’s intel have been so bad? Peter was supposed to be cleverer than to swallow any lie and taunt from the Death Eaters. He was a rat, for fuck’s sake. 

He was a rat.

A rat. 

Air escaped Sirius’ lungs.The shield broke. Screams of terror rang in Sirius’ ears. 

“Wormtail!” Sirius shouted, hating the strangled hitch to his voice. Desperation. He hadn’t seen him since the battle began. A battle they only were engaged in because Peter had tipped the Order about it. A battle Peter hadn’t lined up side by side with them to face. 

Sirius laughed dryly, the sound loud and terrifying as it mixed with the sound of the battlefield. With a swift, strong motion, he drew a Death Eater hard against the ground. 

Panting, he began to run. He was forcing all the energy he hadn’t left to keep him going. He was on a mission now. He had a clear goal. He ignored the pain that pumped through his veins, the hotness of his anger numbing it. He ran, jumping over rumble, bodies, stumbling as a spell hit him. Crawling up on all fours, up on his feet, boots hard against the ground as he forced his way forward. 

Peter. Peter. Peter. Peter. 

How could he have been so fucking blind? No, no. It wasn’t true. It was all a coincidence. Wormtail wouldn’t. 

“Wormtail!” Sirius shouted. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck! Where are you going!? Peter! Wormtail!”

[boudicus]

Character Intro [ 3 / ? ] - Peter Holeene - Privateer

 He had refused the title of privateer time and time again- he was a pirate, for fucks sake. He’d traded with Mira, one of the most feared people on the continent, and the local gang boss in Frosthangar, for the last several years. How on earth they came to the conclusion that he was a fucking privateer was beyond his imagination. His crew had stayed on the ship. Even his insane first mate had stayed behind out of fear for the woman. It seemed the city had done the same.

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[theindieflash]

Consider this my permanent starter call for Peter Parker. Please like or reply if you would like a starter from her. Posts will vary on length depending how my muse is feeling at that moment. If you’re a multi-muse then please let me know who you would want to play against Peter.

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[thegoldenflowerwrites]

Six word story

Friends. Liquid Confidence. Admitted Feelings. Marriage. [Panessa AU]

He couldn’t believe it’d been five years since they’d seen one another. Sure, they called every so often to check on each other, even made the occasional Skype screen salute, but five years is a long time between a hug and a shared pie. By midnight, Peter and Nessa were already beyond smashed. She spilled the latest gossip about her new NYC friends; he gurgled through a sappy story of the big break off between him and Elsa, both listened as intently as they could, swaying and giggling and accidentally touching hands or shoulders the whole time. Peter, even more brave than usual, decided that it was better now than never, in the dim light of her empty apartment, after witnessing before his eyes a Vanessa finally on her own, all grown up and everything, that maybe he should just show her what she’d been missing all those wasted years. No more complaining about other girls, no more subtle glances at the kitchen counter when Nav’s back was turned, no more bedroom break-ins in the wee hours of the morning to conspire together over some new prank that was bound to get only the boy in trouble. They were adults now, whether they admitted to it or not, and the time for secrecy was over. Of course, Peter was never one to talk about his feelings, and she knew that. She knew everything. Instead of tripping over his explanation for his next move, he impulsively decided to do the stupid thing first before asking if the stupid thing was okay, and he kissed her. Much to his surprise, his dumbness apparently didn’t need explaining: she kissed him back. 

They sent out Save the Dates a few months later.

The rest was history.

[thegoldenflowerwrites]

Pelsa (bc I know Maddie would kill me if I said Saphi before her)

makes the bed in the mornings

Elsa does, she likes everything clean and tidy.

is the bigger cuddler

Olaf.

does the laundry

Peter puts everything in the washer/dryer, but Elsa folds because he never learned how so all the clothes end up wrinkled when he does it.

flirts the most

Peter! All the time.

shops for groceries

They both go, but Elsa’s in charge. Peter would buy a bunch of junk food if he went alone.

comes home drunk at 3am

Peter, if anyone. But it’s not very often.

cooks meals

Usually Peter.

gets upset during mario kart

They both get really competitive, there’s lots of screaming and yelling, but neither get upset. It’s all in good spirits.

starts the fights

Peter does dumb things, Elsa calls him out on it.

initiates duets

PETER. But once they get going it’s usually Elsa that can’t stop. 

falls asleep first

Elsa

[thegoldenflowerwrites]

☏

☏  - one voicemail left by my muse on your muse’s phone

Peter: Vanessa. Vaneeeessa. I know you're mad. I know I fucked up. Look, I'm sorry. I just, I didn't mean to throw your shoes in the pool. I wasn't thinking, really. I drank a little too much and they were right there and I was trying to hit Nav with them and... Will you just call me back? Please? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease? [sighs] I'm sorry again. Be my friend. I'll bring you pie and new shoes I swear. I'll call later. You better pick up. [hangs up]

[thegoldenflowerwrites]

What if Nessa and Peter were never friends?

They’d have no choice but to be enemies. With the school’s power shifting from light to dark as Peter graduated and Nessa was elected, they would exchange evil glares and the occasional middle finger. Of course, Nessa wouldn’t have any of it, and would try to undermine him with her newfound power. Peter would laugh it off, but he’d secretly be hurt that someone could possibly dislike him. When he’d hang out with Nav, he’d always ask why the two of them couldn’t get along, and Nav would just be like “bruh, who cares? It’s just the way it is…”