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@princesschxrlie ; location: beach bonfire

Peter had pretty much convinced himself that he had a hold of his life again. Though things at work weren’t perfect considering they hadn’t found the source of the monster dust distribution, it felt like things were finally getting there with the right leads. He hadn’t had to deal with Jae getting in his way in, well, a long time— he almost didn’t have to think about it. Dia and Daphne were by his side to fill his days as always. Plus, the growing moments of contentment he found in chatting with Sila had made him start to feel… normal. Less anxious? He wondered briefly if this was just how most people moved through the world.

In any case, with more calm than stress on his shoulders these days, Peter felt like he had things under control. Which was probably why when he saw Charlie amid the other residents, August wind blowing gently through her hair, he felt the confidence and control to utter more than two words to her without feeling the loss of their heartbreak all over again. And perhaps, seeing her smile and being reminded that Charlie had seemingly never lost her control and poise in life after him, he purposely ignored the tiny thrum inside his chest that felt more than just ease. He coughed once, dispelling the thought away. “Charlie,” Peter starts, all composure, soft expression on his face. “Are you having fun?”

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@silamanteia​​ ; location: agency building, tech labs

Most weeks, Peter finds himself more than tired, but this week Marina has been on the cusp of something big and it’s kept him up at night— either working over hours or laying awake trying to figure it all out. It’s spreading him thin, but he wouldn’t dare think of easing up. He only thinks of how nice it might be to take a rest as he starts to make his way back to the office after dropping off some paperwork to one of the tech offices of the Agency building. Peter runs a hand through messy hair, a long sigh escaping him as he rolls a shoulder and turns the corner, in desperate need of something to revive him. He realizes only when she comes into view that it’s her company he’s been in need of. Like a flower opening to sunlight, he feels a soft smile stretch across his face, feet guiding him toward his friend as he spots her through the big glass window with what he can assume is intense focus on her face. Peter doesn’t want to disturb her, but a quick hello shouldn’t be too much, so he knocks twice on the doorframe of the workspace, craning his head in her direction. “Late night?” he pipes up in the silence, a soft smile on his face, waiting to catch her attention.

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solarstcrms​:

“Right. Just your boss and bestie. It’s not like you’ve ever punished me otherwise just because she told you to. But it’s whatever. I don’t hold it against you, dude.” And she doesn’t, mostly. But it’s hard not to feel her mood drop any time she runs into him. Juniper just can’t find it in her to trust him, or any staff, anymore. “Just be careful. I’ve been told they hit harder than people expect and I wouldn’t want you to think I was tryin’ to start something with you on purpose.”

“Juniper—” he starts, but he knows there’s no good way to finish his sentence. There’s no good way to tell her they had their reasons, however much they backfired, nor does it seem like she can hear that regardless, if if they hadn’t blocked her powers that night, there would have been nothing she alone could do. Peter hates the feeling stuck in his throat now, the choking sensation that came along with the reminder of how much he had failed her and everyone else. It had been a hard year, hard to get up in the morning and believe in the path he was on after all of this. But none of it was Juniper’s fault or burden, so all he can do is swallow his words and nod. “Right. Thanks for the heads up,” he tells her, and continues on.

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svrtorial​:

closed starter for peter (@munozpeter)

“if you say something about that damn video, i’m disowning you as my brother.”

Peter takes off his glasses and creases his brow at his brother. “What video?”

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solarstcrms​:

peter  //  @munozpeter​

“Oh. You should watch where you’re walking if you don’t want to get accidentally hit.” Juniper tosses a snowball in the air idly, smile thin. “I’m not using magic, either, so if you do get hit, you can’t turn around and try to cuff me again for no reason. By the way.”

He sees the snowball whizz past his face and takes a second to thank the gods it hadn’t actually hit him, hearing Juniper’s curt tone belatedly and only being able to sigh in return for a second as he tries to collect his thoughts. “Juniper, firstly, you know that wasn’t me,” Peter starts sympathetically, but it’s been nearly a year of this with her and he can’t expect the attitude to be gone so close to the anniversary. “Once again, I’m very sorry.”

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kaloxia​:

“Yes, I am sure.” He had realized that he felt something for Jae months prior but he wasn’t sure about what he was feeling. He needed to time to understand what was going on and to accept his romantic feelings for the other, especially knowing that it was one-sided. Which was fine for him. “I understand that you’re not a fan of Jae but still… I wanted to tell you.” Beat. “Are you disappointed?” 

“No, no, Narumi. Listen, I could never be disappointed with you,” Peter assured adamantly, standing from his seat to move to the other side of the desk next to his brother. “I just... worry for you,” he started, sighing for a beat as he tried to navigate the position he was in now. It had been months, but Peter had barely even interacted with Jae since the night of the ballroom, and thinking about that altercation left a phantom ache in his knuckles. It hadn’t been his proudest moment, and he could only imagine it might make it more complicated for Narumi. “I don’t want to tell you how to do anything, or whether or not you should or shouldn’t, I... I shouldn’t meddle in your life like that,” Peter said, eyes downcast for a moment. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you, Narumi.” Anything being what Jae might do.

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kaloxia​:

He walked inside and gently closed the door behind him. It took him a few seconds to look and answer his brother, he had to muster up the courage to both of those things. And when he did, he was still hesitating to get to the point. “Everything is fine, no need to worry. It’s just–” He breathed in and then out. “You’re one of the few people here who I can trust and my first… brother, really. I feel like I can always come to you about anything, or that I can tell you stuff about myself. Because I trust and value your opinion. Which brings me to this… I have someone that I like in a romantic sense,” he said. “And that person is Jae.” 

It was entirely instinct the way Peter felt a protectiveness settle over him just from seeing his brother look so nervous. Narumi was the fighter among the sons of Athena, but when it came to speaking his mind, Peter always saw how difficult it could be for him, and it was clear now that something was weighing on him. "Of course, Narumi, you can tell me anything,” he nodded, trying to read his expression to discern what could be on his mind now. For all his expertise in observation, his younger brother was still so hard to read. And for all his time in preparing for the worst, he was at a loss once he finally understood. “Narumi...” Peter started, searching for any words he could possibly think to say. Nothing came to mind, nothing could seem to make sense of this or to offer any sort of advice for his brother. But beneath it, he hated that the one thing he could recognize at the center of his chest was the nagging reminder that Jae continued to ruin anything he could get his hands on. “Are you sure about this?”

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alreadyovcr​:

“Until I free a genie and wish for even more powers – or at least to have different powers for a week.” Oliver would never give up the powers he already has, but a little test drive of magic sounds pretty cool. “All right…” He says skeptically, not quite believing his roommate. “I guess if I meet an untimely demise, maybe my plants won’t have to suffer.” In all seriousness, the fate of his plants is a real concern in regards to passing away. “Of course, I would also prefer that, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. And that means having an emergency plant wellness contingency guide.” Which he does have, instead of an actual will, because it’s entirely too gruesome to make one at this age even though sudden death is a real possibility as a demigod. “…somehow that’s more offensive. You act like it’s hard.” Which, for some people, certainly there’s a lot of effort and precautions taken to remedy infertility, but Oliver can only assume (and hope) he’s not one of those people. “My life is pretty boring, Peter, I think I could handle throwing a kid into the mix.”

“You’re not one of those ‘wish for more genies’ guys, are you?” he chuckles, raising a brow over at him, tangentially wondering how chaotic his friend could be with a different set of godly powers. “Again, really would love it for you to just stay alive, but if we have to do this,” Peter sighs, turning to fully face him so Oliver knows he too is serious about his post-life desires and the responsibilities he’d be willing to take on. “I will make sure all your plants are properly looked after,” he says, raising a hand like he’s on the stand. “I’ll need access to your plant wellness contingency guide, of course.” As if these are words usually discussed in wills. “I think most people would argue that childcare is hard,” he contests with a surprised chuckle, then catches his friend’s drift. “Gods, I don’t mean— Not the reproducing part, Ollie, I’m sure you’re just fine in that department— I mean after that,” he rambles, running a hand across his face. “Famous last words.”

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kaloxia​:

“No, it’s not a work thing.” He shuffles in place, nerves slowly eating at him. “It’s a personal thing, actually. Really personal.” 

His brow furrows slightly as he catches the way his brother seems to fight anxiety just to speak up. “Alright,” Peter starts gently, setting his things back down on his desk as he tries not to let concern color his tone. “Come in, you can close the door if you want. Is everything okay?”

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kaloxia​:

LOCATION && WITH WHOM : : HIS OFFICE W / @munozpeter​

“Peter. Are you free to talk right now?” 

“Narumi,” he started, recognizing his brother’s voice as he turned to grab the rest of his things, about to be on the way out of the office. “Of course, I always have time for you. Is this a... work thing?”

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alreadyovcr​:

“If I was a different person with a different godly parent I could change that, you know.” This isn’t a threat, it isn’t anything, but he’s 96% sure there’s at least one person somewhere on campus right now who could make the photo real in an instant. “And that’s a thought that genuinely haunts me. What if something happens to me, Peter, are you just going to let my plants die?” For Oliver, they basically are his pets, but even more, because he can speak to plants but he can’t speak to animals! “Why not? Which part is so hard to imagine? Me reproducing or me being fatherly? I have facial hair.” It’s giving dad…!

“For now, you’re Oliver who can talk to plants, so I’ll count my blessings,” he chuckles. “Of course not!” Peter contests back easily. “I would reassess my work schedule, learn all about the proper maintenance of the various species in this apartment, and probably invest in some automatic watering cans,” he explains, already mapping out the itemized spreadsheet he would make in his head. “The more important thing is that I would really prefer nothing actually happen to you, Ollie.” He glances back over at his friend, assessing his facial hair and whether or not it makes him any more fatherly. “I think it’s the reproducing part. We’re too young, aren’t we?” Peter asks, though he already feels a million years old. “Too much going on, I mean.”

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moonsprks​:

“it’d be fun and i can just say it was lillian pretending to be me. that’s way more believable that everyone witnessing me getting drunk and being social. though, it wouldn’t be fair to her. i hate being couped up so instead we should go clubbing somewhere else where no one will see us.” daph couldn’t remember the last time they’d successfully drag peter for a night out. “you should get out there and meet people that you only have to know for one single night. it’s way easier to let loose when you don’t have to deal with them ever again and we’ll back you up.”

“Don’t give her any ideas. Sometimes I look at her and wonder if she’s just memorizing all of our faces,” Peter almost shivered, praying to Athena that Lillian had never worn his face before. He took a sip from his drink, surprised brows raising above the rim of the glass. “Clubbing?” he repeated, already nervous. But the words ‘somewhere no one will see us’ did something to alleviate some of the tension in his shoulders. “I mean... Gods, I don’t know what it says about where I am in my life that that idea doesn’t sound half baad,” Peter sighed. “You know I can’t do a one-night stand, Daph.”

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silamanteia​:

Peter’s response doesn’t sound….sure. Nor does it sound eager. Sila can’t help but feel like she’s somehow trapped him into taking what she’d hoped to be a pleasant stroll with someone she…well, to put it simply, missed. But just as Peter is, she’s polite, or maybe feeling nonconfrontational, so she doesn’t address the feeling and instead nods as a response to his agreement. She starts moving to lead the way, or perhaps to shake the feeling that something else might be wrong on top of all of the other things that appear to be wrong lately. She finds herself a few steps ahead of him by the default of her nerves giving her momentum, but she slows her pace, aching for that sense of comfort she had known to radiate off of Peter and fall warmly upon her. When she finally finds his side he turns to her, returning her question without much update. Sila’s eyebrows begin to knit but she stops them and forces her face to settle. “Well a lot has happened lately.” So she finds it hard to believe in his nothing new. “I suppose I am still trying to adjust to such changes.” She’s talking about the incidents, but also her sister, and a little her parents, and maybe herself. She hadn’t assumed Peter might make it onto that list of changes as well. “Are you…not?” This is her rephrasing the original question.

“A lot?” he repeats, and he knows it must sound stupid considering what the campus has been through since the winter, but that’s not what comes to his mind immediately. If he’s asking Sila what she’s been up to, it’s because he wants to know the small-scale, not the grand. It’s natural for him to turn to her with a knitted brow and ask, “What do you mean?”, eager for the answer. Perhaps it’s hypocritical considering he’s not really given up any of his own personal life, but the problem is that he can’t. It’s all one giant burnt out anxiety dream anyway, like the oven has been on since February and Peter hasn’t had the time or the even the priority to turn it off, letting the house burn down slowly. His eyes are tired and sleepless when he looks to her at her question, then tired and regretful when he turns away. He should know her better than to assume there are hidden meanings in her words— he’s always been so glad to talk frankly with her, to speak his mind and know that she’s speaking hers and that they were learning about each other through sentiment freely given. But the mess around the campus, and his work, and the way he feels about himself have him so paranoid. He’s never been good at the feeling. When she asks if he’s adjusting to changes he wonders if she means she knows he’s changed. “I’m...” Peter starts, not even knowing where to start. “Tired.” There’s so little room left to think when he’s this exhausted. And less room to think before he speaks like usual. “I’m tired. Exhausted, really, and, uh, guilt...ish. Anxious. Despondent. Probably more, but it’s a little hard to... well, think, lately,” he chuckles, and it’s dry and nervous and none of this is what he wants to be saying right now but if he just comes right out with it he thinks he might throw up. “Are you, I mean, are we— Is everything okay?” Gods. He’s preparing for the worst, but he’s glad at least that Sila has been such a source of comfort until now. It was good to reflect on the pleasant things before they were gone like the passing sunset.

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moonsprks​:

throughout the years, they’ve been put in stressful situations regarding nl even when they weren’t in charge but daphne had never heard peter complain. this was the perfect opportunity to get him to throw a party for her. “we need to unwind, let go, let loose. i’m thinking a rager but of course no one can know it’s my doing and they pretend it’s all a secret from the staff. where’s dia she needs to hear this.”

“You want to throw a rager in secret?” he asks, a breathy laugh slipping into his question, easily relieved around his best friends. “What are you gonna do at the rager? Pretend to have a bad time?” Peter doesn’t know how that’s gonna work or how she’d even be able to enjoy it with this current plan. “Can’t we just get wine drunk in your apartment like usual?”

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alreadyovcr​:

“How can you say no to that face?” He says, more so hoping that Peter can’t than actually asking. “Hey…” Oliver lowers the phone, putting on some puppy dog eyes of his own. “Are you saying I’m irresponsible? I keep dozens of plants alive in this apartment singlehandedly!” No offense! Or maybe offense, because it’s true but they’re his plants, so it’s fine! “I’m a grown man, I could raise a child…but I wouldn’t, I’d like to start off with a puppy.”

“Well, for starters, it’s a picture, so it’s very easy right now,” Peter tosses back, having the strength of will for now without an actual puppy begging for a new home. He catches only a millisecond of Oliver’s own pleading eyes as he turns back around, but a laugh escapes him anyway, knowing full well the attempt his roommate is making. “Alright, alright, you may have a point there. If it weren’t for you, all these plants would definitely be dead,” Peter chuckles, what with how often he’s out in the office. “I cannot imagine you with a kid, Ollie.”

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alreadyovcr​:

✧ — ⋆ 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 & 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 / @munozpeter​

“I think we should circle back around to the idea of getting a pet,” Oliver says, apropos of absolutely nothing. “Preferably a puppy. Or maybe whatever the youngest we can get is that’s already potty trained.” He has a lot more free time than Peter does and he’d happily take on the bulk of the work, but even so, having a puppy around is stressful for everyone in the vicinity. “One that looks like this,” he adds, holding up his phone to one of his many saved photos.

Peter looks up from the screen of his laptop, knowing from the tone of Oliver’s voice that this isn’t a spur-of-the-moment idea and more something he has in fact been thinking about a lot, confirmed by the photo his roommate already has saved in his phone. “Oh, jeez, that little guy is really cute,” Peter chuckles, unable to hide it. “Are you sure you’re ready for that? A dog is a big responsibility, you know,” he says, putting on his dad voice for the fun of it.

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@moonsprks​ : daphne ; location: daphne’s apartment

“Please don’t tell anyone I said this,” Peter starts, the obvious ‘except Dia’ not needed to be said for Daphne to know. “But I’m so tired of work lately,” he finishes with a sigh, slumping over onto his best friend’s dining table, one hand still surrounding a warm mug of tea.