#poor peter

He was living a good enough life. His bills were paid on time despite not having enough left over for proper meals everyday. He kept his head down in work and just got on with transporting the boxes from point A to point B. He had no interest in talking to people so really it was better now. Strange did him a favour, in the end.

But then someone screams while he’s in civilian clothing and he takes off running. A crazed guy on a glider has got a woman by the throat dangling her over the side of a building and Peter doesn’t know what he can do but he knows he has to do something.

He calls out to the villain, gets the attention on him, and then the woman is dropped safely enough to the floor and it’s Peter who is dangling and barely able to breath. But it’s okay. He knows there is no one who would miss him if this was it, and he wasn’t planning on giving up without a fight anyway. He isn’t worried.

He isn’t worried until he hears the repulsors. Iron Man manages to swoop in and save the day to the grand applause of the civilians watching below. And to top it all off, he offers to give Peter a ride home, or to the hospital if he feels he needs it.

Peter rolls his eyes, scoffs, and tells Tony he’s perfectly capable of walking before storming away. He gets some satisfaction in the way the shock covers Tony’s features and thinks that this will certainly stop him from ever coming near Peter again.

It just proves how much Peter has forgotten about his mentor. If there is one thing Tony can’t look past, it’s an anomaly.

And a kid who didn’t seem to have any hero worship at all? Not even after being saved?

It was only Monday.

And this was the third time this week Sirius and Remus forgot the bloody silencing charm. They thought they had been so slick hiding the fact that they were shagging, but it was kind of hard to ignore when they always forgot the endlessly important Muffalato.

Peter was lucky in a way; he had fallen asleep ages ago. His ears didn't have to suffer like James’ did. He’d tried everything from earplugs to blasting music. Nothing worked.

Which is how he ended up chucking a pillow through Sirius’ bed curtains, watching as his face appeared through them a moment later, scowl etched across it.

“What the fuck, Prongs?” he hisses through his teeth. “I was trying to sleep.”

James can’t meet his eyes. He’s too scarred.

“If you two are going to shag, please for the love of Merlin and Morgana, remember the bloody silencing charm,” he deadpans.

Sirius’ mouth falls open in a small O shape, and even through the darkness James can see his face flushing intensely. “O-oh. Right. Sorry, mate. It—er—shit. Fuck,” he sputtered out, dripping his gaze towards the floor before hurrying back through the curtains. James could make out the slight sounds of whispers before they were silenced by the charm.

Vincent Price and Peter Lorre -

@wolfstarmicrofic June 2, word count 994

Remus was starting to think there was something wrong with him. All his friends were pairing off, and he wasn’t. He had zero desire to be necking some bird in a broom cupboard or worse. He understood the fundamentals of sex, but the desire to try it out for himself hadn’t happened yet, not like everyone else, at least. He was sure any day now he’d feel the desire they all went on about, but right now he was just happy to be with his friends. 

The party was only small, intimate. Sixth years only. They were sitting in a circle with an empty butterbeer bottle in the middle. James leaned forward and spun it. It landed on Lily, so they leaned across the circle and kissed, in front of everybody. Remus’s collar suddenly felt too tight. He didn’t want to do this. Why had he been so stupid to sit with them? Because there hadn’t been another option. No one else had sat out. Lily spun the bottle, and it landed on Sirius. She wrinkled her nose at him, but still gave him a quick peck. Now it was Sirius’s turn. Remus watched as the brown glass bottle spun around, the neck pointing at everyone in turn, slowing down with each rotation until it landed on him. He was going to be sick. 

There must have been something of his fear in his eyes as Sirius paused. 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said gently. Remus felt his cheeks turn beet red. Everyone was watching. “Remus,” Sirius’s soft voice broke through his panic. Sirius leaned over the gap, and Remus’s heart thudded frantically. Sirius’s cool grey eyes assessed him, and a fond smile curved his lips. He reached down for Remus’s hand and placed a kiss on the back of his hand. Remus let out a long breath of relief and quickly took Sirius’s hand and copied the movement. That he could do. That was fine. He grinned up at Sirius, who winked at him, and he felt himself blushing again. “My turn again!” Sirius boomed and spun the bottle before anyone could protest. “PETER! GIVE US A SNOG!!!” And he launched himself at Peter, taking all the attention away from Remus.

Later that evening, Sirius plonked himself beside Remus, snuggling into his side and pulling one of Remus’s arms around him. He loved this. Loved the closeness. If he could have this all the time, he’d be beyond happy, but no one wanted that, did they? They’d always want more. More he couldn’t give.  

“Love you, Moony,” Sirius sighed, nuzzling against his neck. 

“Love you, too, Pads,” Remus returned, his hand lazily stroking Sirius’s arm. 

“Moony?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Remus’s heart thudded as dread flooded his system. “Not like that. Merlin, Moony, your heart’s about to beat out of your chest. I meant sleep, as in snoring into your ear.”

His heart settled down again. 

“Yeah, that’s fine.” It wouldn’t be the first time. 

“Moony?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you like this?”

“What?”

“The cuddling?”

“Yeah. It’s nice.”

Sirius nodded as though something he’d said had just made some sort of sense to him. 

“But you don’t want to like shag me or kiss me?”

His heart thundered again, his mouth suddenly dry as he tried to find words to describe how he felt. “Don’t worry, Moony. Your heart answered for you. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. 

“For what?”

“Not feeling the way everyone else does.”

“Do I seem bothered?”

Remus pulled away and looked at him. 

“No,” he said slowly. 

“That’s because I’m not. We’re all made differently, Remus, and I love you just the way you are.”

He had no idea what came over him, but his lips were suddenly on Sirius’s, and he was having his first kiss. 

It was nice, not mind-blowing like everyone kept saying, but he thought he liked it. 

“Thank you,” Sirius said, holding still while Remus processed what he’d just done. He’d kissed Sirius. Sirius, whom he’d known for years and been closer to than anyone else. He looked over at their friends and imagined kissing any of them. He felt ill even trying to imagine it. 

“I don’t want to kiss anyone else!” He blurted out, feeling his cheeks heat again. 

“Okay, that’s fine.”

“And I don’t want to have sex, like at all.”

Sirius’s eyebrows might have lifted a fraction, but the movement was so minute that Remus wasn’t sure. 

“Okay. Like with anyone? Even me?”

Remus thought about it hard; his mind shied away from it all. He didn’t want that. 

“Even you,” he said quietly, knowing that any second Sirius would leave him to go off with Mary or someone. 

“But cuddling and maybe a bit of kissing would be fine by you?” Sirius asked; he seemed to be very interested in how Remus felt all of a sudden. 

“Yeah. I think, yeah,” Remus nodded. The thought of kissing Sirius didn’t repulse him as the thought of kissing others did. 

“Wanna go out?” 

Remus blinked a few times, stunned. He’d been asked out by a few people, always saying no immediately, but with Sirius, he paused. 

“I can’t—”

“I know, I’m not asking for that, just this,” he gestured to the way they were cuddling, “and you know the odd kiss when you’re in the mood.”

Remus wanted to cry. No one had ever got him as Sirius did. 

... Und die flüsternden Puppen. Oder: Der Auftritt der Spinne.

hehe yeah,,, i can't wait for the next chapter cause he finds out about that and we get to talk to B (+ more lore about Peter, specifically about his experimentation and Amaia). i posted a while back a comic for Peter and Bruce (that... i thought we'd have figured out by now... alas... LoF got longer...) where i didn't tell you guys what they were saying