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DATE: 12 March 2018, 12:36 A.M. LOCATION: Pie Testing & Snowball Fights. Gravesend, England. CLOSED W/: @peterpettigrxw

Half past twelve. Pie Testing & Snowball Fights. It’s a diner in Gravesend. Between the red and yellow buildings on Brewhouse Yard. Burn this when you’re finished reading. Don’t splinch yourself. -d

The note she’d slipped into Peter’s pockets was quick and easy, charmed with a spell that burned it a half hour after the receiver had read it -- just for good measure. Something she wished was capable when it came to her online activity even though she was well aware that on the internet, everything was written in ink not pencil. There was no erasing once it had been put out there, no taking back. The invitation was something she felt she had to do, how else could she control the situation & questions that had started to arise when she saw Peter in the same room as her, in an Order meeting. She’d known him for years, but she didn’t know this.

Besides, she needed to know who she was actually dealing with as Peter would’ve eventually brought up them being at the same time & same place, right? On his terms, not hers. As far as Dorcas was concerned, she didn’t actually know the person she was dealing with or knew who they really were. Was his personality an act? Wasn’t he close friends with Lily, James, Remus, and Sirius? She was determined to understand, to learn, because she had enough uncontrolled variables in her life.

How much else Dumbledore was keeping from her? She’d never know and it angered her. He saw all of them as puppets on his string, as pieces to be played on a chessboard, as things & weapons to win this war as opposed to human beings and it sickened her. Dorcas wanted to regain some control. She needed to seek out answers for herself, she needed to know and know more than what Dumbledore decided what and what not to tell her.

Ordering a plate of chips to start, she scrolled through Atlas’ instagram, his following more impressive everyday. Her eyes wandered to the door, the counter top, back to the menu as she started to look for something more to eat.

#peterpettigrxw #interactions.#peter pettigrew: 001.#// i just had to with the name bc i was thinking too hard so i went off #// u can totally have him rushing in and just skip to that if YOU WANT or having walked in IDC U GOT THIS #i know this is an annoying silent thing but i thought u might want to write about it #IDK WHO KNWOS

Time: 11pm July 18th, 2017 *Flashback* Location: Peter’s flat People Involved: @peterpettigrxw

Marlene was out of breath, covered in dried blood and Merlin knew what else as she stumbled through the forest she'd initially apparated to. In her right hand, she clutched her wand, as if the measly piece of wood would ground her among the chaos of the last hour. No, it couldn't have been that long, but it felt like ages since the first spell thrown had shattered her parent's kitchen window. For the first time, she paused, leaning against a tree as she tried to catch her breath. Her left hand was occupied with a chunk of hair. The poor muggle girl she'd nabbed it off of hadn't the slightest clue what was going on before she'd gone partially bald at such a young age.

There was too much going on in Marlene's head for her to focus, the sound of her breathing was too loud, seemed like it was coming from all sides and she knew she was being paranoid. As much as Marlene had been a slacker, she still kept her Ravenclaw wit. There was no reason for any of the Death Eaters at her parents' house to suppose anything went wrong with their plan. Marlene was good at covering her tracks, had gone on autopilot before the rest of her family could even react to the incoming attack. Not that it helped them much. Now there were three dead McKinnons and one on the run. But she wouldn't be declared MIA, or unknown. Marlene McKinnon would be declared dead and as she thought about it, the hyperventilating was starting again.

Swallowing thickly, she straightened up. The Order would have received her message, were probably covering the property, desperate to find some sign of life. Mary might be there, or James. Witnesses to the massacre, but she couldn't go back, couldn't fling herself into Mary's arms and cry until she felt better. Clearly, her family had become a target. She'd become a target. There was no way in hell Marlene was going to let that target fall on any of her mates. James had a baby for fucks sake. Selfish as she may be, Marlene wasn't going to put them at risk like that. So, she did something that went against everything the McKinnon girl stood for and Marlene ran.

Apparated was more like it, directly in front of Peter Pettigrew's home. She didn't know why she picked Peter...or perhaps subconsciously she did. Peter was quiet and close enough with James and Sirius that Marlene could find some sort of comfort there, but still quiet. Of all her immediate options, Peter seemed to be her best chance of staying hidden, she wasn't ignorant enough to think she could do it alone, especially not in her current state. Quickly, as if there were eyes everywhere, Marlene ran up the steps, muttering a quiet "alohomora" at the door before slipping through the threshold. Fortunately, Marlene seemed to hit her first stroke of luck for the night and it looked like Peter was home.

Chances were he'd heard the news by now, things tended to spread quickly among the Order members these days, as their numbers continued to drop. He'd also likely heard his door open and close, so Marlene drew her wand and walked quietly down the hallway. It was when she reached his living room that she came face to face with Peter, his wand also drawn and Marlene immediately raised her other hand in surrender, though she kept a tight fist around the bunch of hair. Poor Peter, she must have looked a sight, covered in gore, her eyes wet with unshed tears as she faced him. Still, she didn't make a move to drop her wand, or even lower her arm. The last thing she needed was to get hit with one of Peter's curses. "Peter...hey. Hi. Don't freak out." Because then two people would be freaking out and Marlene's defenses would finally crack and then she would start to hurt.

"I know this seems bad...but please, please Pete I need your help. I need you to help me." There was no concealing the desperation in her voice as her eyes darted wildly around the room as if someone else was lurking in the shadows. "Peter, you have to help me. I don't-" Her voice cracked towards the end and Marlene heaved in a breath, feeling a tear paint a hot line down her cheek as she regarded him. "I don't know what to do."

#//OBVS you don't have to match length #//And lmk if anything needs to be changed!!!#{ Ch; Peter Pettigrew }#peterpettigrxw #{ Who Can Save Us From Ourselves || Peter Pettigrew }#{ Flashback || Para }#tw gore #tw blood #tw death

✧ (give me an au i need it)

first time cuddling together;

“Are you just going to lie there?”

The words came out sharper than intended, Anastasia always managing to sound at least a little demanding. They were in bed, lay side by side as they both tried to catch their breath.

As far as first times went (or from what she’d heard), it hadn’t been bad, but what was she supposed to do now? Stay in comfortable silence? Get up and find her clothes? Sneaking a glance at Peter, he looked as confused as she felt.

“Sorry -” he started to say, but she cut him off with a kiss, wanting to make up for her tone. He didn’t protest, reaching out to draw her closer again. Her hand found its way to his hair, brushing it back off his forehead and for a moment, she forgot about her over thinking. Even when she pulled back, it was only press kisses to his jaw and neck, as if she couldn’t keep herself off of him.

“I’ve got a question.” Her voice was softer this time, playful. She felt Peter’s arms wrap around her, holding her as she came to rest on his chest.

“Sure,” he said after a pause, and Anastasia smiled at the way he still sounded thrown by the whole situation. “What is it?”

“Are you...” she teased, taking her time, “big spoon or little spoon?”

#( prompt. )#( && peter. )#peterpettigrxw

peter and ana marriage aus (why not?)

( 1. ) Anastasia hadn’t considered the idea of marrying for love. When she was hit with it, she’d been utterly thrown. Despite Peter down on one knee, already a nervous wreck, she demanded a few days to think it over. A full week passed without a word to the poor man before she was on his doorstep, finally ready to accept. It would take the time up until the wedding to get her head around the fact that this wasn’t some arranged marriage, and that they would have to plan it themselves, no overbearing pureblood parents there to swoop in and take over.

( 2. ) There were doubts from both Peter and Anastasia’s loved ones. Did he know what he was getting into? Had she lost her mind? She was a member of the Sacred Twenty Eight, and he was a far cry from the men her parents expected her to bring home. It would mean a backlash, cut ties and a loss of inheritance. But, for better or worse, they both decided it’d be worth it.

( 3. ) The wedding was a small one. Quaint, even. Not the extravagant affair Anastasia had always envisioned, but the key elements were there. A beautiful dress, her father giving her away and Lorcan insisting upon singing at the reception. Not that she didn’t try to talk him out of it. It was far from the perfect ceremony - Peter cried, despite promising he wouldn’t, and stepped on her foot during the first dance. Anastasia teased him for it all night, despite promising she wouldn’t, and drank far too much. Still, a framed photograph of the day sits pride of place on their mantelpiece.

( 4. ) Even before they were married, it was clear Anastasia wore the pants in their relationship. For them, it worked in its own dysfunctional way. No matter what Peter might argue, it was generally accepted that his wife knew best. Be it over what to eat for dinner, who was going to be the little spoon, or just that that shirt he’d pick did not suit him, Ana tended to be something of a steamroller. She tried to learn some subtly for the sake of his pride, but her remarks always ended up along the lines of ‘Peter, no.’

( 5. ) Anastasia might’ve not married a purist or a Death Eater, but she hadn’t escaped the war as much as she’d hoped. She made no secret of her disapproval over Peter’s part in the Order, but the night he told her the full extent of his involvement, she held him and promised she’d think of a way out. Their life together was more important than either side. He was more important. But, then the Potters were murdered, and things spiralled. Sirius knew the truth, and it almost made sense for him to go after Peter the way he did. For a full forty eight hours, Ana believed her husband was dead. Then suddenly, in the middle of the night, he was stood in their living room. There was barely time to explain anything; they packed their bags and ran.

#peterpettigrxw #( prompt. )#( && peter. )#( excuse me while i scream quietly over this )

📝 :)

‘Peter,

I saw you. In Knockturn Alley, I saw you. You ran right into me - how is that possible? You’re dead, and you have been for years. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen the look on your face. Even now, I know that expression. You’d been caught, then you ran.

Come to the shop. I need to know what happened.

I hope you think to, because I have no idea where I could send this, or how to have you see it.

I miss you.

Love, Ana’

#( answered ask. )#( && peter. )#( this has taken me so long i'm sorry )#( casually going off your headcanon for him bumping into her after the war )#peterpettigrxw

Imperio / 17th March 2018 / Closed for: @peterpettigrxw

Rab peered around at all the green decorations assorted about the club. Banners, streamers, balloons, fireworks, you name it. It definitely wasn’t his top choice when it came to going out, but thanks to last minute plans on St Patrick’s Day, everywhere else was at full capacity and he had ended up here with a few ‘friends’ from the lower ranks of the Death Eaters. He had Lucinda to thank for the entry.

He stood leaning over the bar, searching up and down for Lucinda. She was nowhere to be seen and he imagined she was probably handing out shots to strangers who didn’t know how to keep their hands to themselves. Shaking the thought from his mind, he caught the eye of a barman and ordered a whiskey.

Once he’d paid and received his drink, he looked over the complimentary green cocktail given to him disdainfully before sliding it across to the person on his right without giving them a proper glance. “ Hey, you want this, mate?! ” he attempted to shout over the music and camaraderie, nose wrinkling in distaste. “ I'm not that fond of drinks with... confetti in. ”

#peterpettigrxw #( peter. )#( peter | 001. )#( march 2018. )#lmk if this isn't okay!

ヅ

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

Narcissa Malfoy was not a woman who got into trouble. Even as a young girl, she had always been careful to toe the line. She had spent her life perfecting and maintaining her image. It was easier to sail through with people thinking that she was a simple, beautiful, fragile creature that needed to be protected. Narcissa prided herself, however, on being a fist of steel underneath a silken kid glove. She was strong, and capable, but beautiful and elegant at the same time. And no one knew.

Well, they knew now.

Narcissa had been sent to meet with Peter Pettigrew. As someone who was officially unaffiliated, her doing so would draw the least amount of suspicion if they were seen together, even momentarily. Narcissa had not intended to tarry in the young man’s company. She knew he was useful to the Dark Lord, but she found him distasteful all the same. Perhaps if he had seemed to be committed to the Dark Lord’s cause, or any beliefs at all, she would feel differently. But really, he just seemed scared. She could sympathize, but up to a point.

It was bad luck really that someone had chosen that day and that time to try to steal Narcissa’s purse. She had been caught by surprise, too focused on making her way towards Peter to notice the individual getting too close in the already crowded street. When her purse had been grabbed, she cried out, eyes meeting Peter’s. There was a message for him from the Dark Lord inside, and it could not be allowed to fall into the wrong hands.

What Narcissa got into trouble for was the hex she cast in public. It had caught the person square in the back. Peter had then jumped at the man, throwing a few punches before retrieving Narcissa’s purse and bringing it back to her. She and Peter had been brought in as a formality, and for questioning.

When they were released, Narcissa made sure to smile and thank the members of the DMLE for their diligence and thoroughness. “Looks like you get to be hero for a day, Peter,” she said with a wry smile before moving off on her own way. Lucius would be waiting and she had to let him know what had happened before he heard about it from some other source. The gossips would be sure to make it sound worse than it had been.

#[inbox games]#peterpettigrxw #[answered]#[arrested drabble]

📱 (for some reason i feel like i sent this already but so be it)

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

{Marlene}: say hi to harry for me, but like, secretly so james and lily dont hear obvs. but make sure you do it ill know if you dont.{Marlene}: petr help im so durnkcome ge t me{Marlene}: if u dont pik me up imma fuk th is dude namd shad{Marlene}: HIS NAM E IS SHAD PTR I CAN T DO THISS{Marlene}: update im less drunk and shad was a cool dude. dick was 5/10 but weed was 10/10

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours.?

{Marlene}: come back over i cant sleep alone.{Marlene}: i saw james today. i cant do this anymore i dont know why im doing this to myself.{Marlene}: why do you look at bread more than you look at me?????{Marlene}: i think im scared.{Marlene}: youre the only person i have left.

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?