use the sleeves of my sweater

Peter laughed and shook his head. “Noted.”

Peter wrapped his arms around himself, hoping that if he squeezed himself tight enough it would help him calm down. “Something bad is gonna happen.”

peter: 😳😳😳😳 peter: see you soon!

“Alex said that our family was going to end up burning down New Orleans, and then he said that the ancestors would be mad and.. and I don’t want either of those things.”

peter: literal!! peter: i wanna make sure im as perfect as i can be

Peter: shfkjdf Peter: im sure i wont look as cute as you will Peter: <3

“That was my point.”

Peter had been bad and monitoring his strength since he was a child, so he didn’t hug Alex back. He was still more used to when Alex was a witch and he was a wold, and when Peter had to be so careful so that he didn’t accidentally hurt his much more fragile cousin. “I love you, Alexander.”

“Which is precisely why you’re the world’s best big brother.”

Anxiety plagues Peter even on good normal days. Today is neither good or normal, and he’s shaking as he approaches River. “I know you didn’t do this. I’m not gonna believe anything some stupid letter tells me.”

Peter wiped his tears from his face. “I’m scared.”

“Happy father’s day, daddy. I loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” Peter paused to inhale, “ve you!”

“I looooove you.”

“You’re my new favorite older sister.”

“‘Cause they’re our family?”

“Are you saying you wouldn’t tell the rest of our family where you live?”

“Next time someone calls me the weird Klaus son I’m pointing them in your direction.”