#five and peter

[kelzebub]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Zombies Run! Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Sam/Five, Peter/Janine, Five and Peter Characters: Runner Five, Sam Yao, Janine deLuca, Sara Myers Cohen Yao, Peter Lynne, OCs Additional Tags: Multiple Major Character Deaths, sadfic, dead dove do not eat, Grief, Aging, Immortality, no beta we die like mortals, female Five Summary:

What if Five is immortal too? What if she loses everyone and just keeps living? Future fic, sad as hell, I made myself cry. Bone apple teeth. Longer summary in the end notes, with spoilers

[babymangosworld]

Me when y/n is acting like a little fucking child for male validation

[nemesis-writer]

POV- Writing for ____x reader fic

[polararts]

They're all friends, wdym. Print preorder? available??

[inkpads]

ok but Klaus and Five are Sirius and Regulus variants

[swtheartz]

dead reader who haunts the life of a man that loved them so dearly to the point he either tries to be a better person for you or goes insane trying to bring you back.

usually the latter

[the0doreslover]

“i know what my child is up to” your child is emotionally committed to a character who doesn’t exist and lives in another reality x

[arrowurboat]

when my favorite writers respond to my asks/reqs

[aesthetic-bbyg]

Reading so many tumblr fics has completely ruined me from ever reading a Wattpad story that ain’t in 2nd person POV😭😭

[stvrlitsky]

Live, love and stan my jealous fictional boyfriends <3333

[moonlight1030]

[kelzebub]

Five and Peter duck out of a celebration to have a talk.

[mandukkul]

My sister: i cannot give you good criticism on your writing because my writing is not on the same level as yours

Me: this is fanfiction

[erinwantstowrite]

Every day, I wait to see if the little Peter on your dashboard gets the microwave door shut on him, I wonder when it will finally happen...

alright alright if you wanna microwave him so badly here you go

[intuitive-revelations]

Parallels

[luciaintheskyainthi]

Thinking about Jason having trouble taking off his head gear and Peter being way too smug about being able to just roll up his mask.

Not quite what you probably envisaged but this is what came to mind hehe:

"Look what I got!"

Jason did not look. His attention was on the building across the street, his entire world narrowed down to the magnified rectangle centred on a revolving door.

Even so, he felt a windswept cool body flop down beside him, swiftly followed by the scent of cinnamon and oil.

"If those are churros, there'd best be at least five there for me," he grunted and held out a hand.

No churros were passed over. Merely impish laughter that almost tore Jason's attention away from the crucial door. But he'd heard word of a certain political figure turning up here not long after several less than savoury figures of the Gotham underground. If he could get pictures of them coming and going, he'd have enough ammunition to blackmail them into finally approving the redevelopment of Park Row Middle School. Something they were single-handedly responsible for the dragging out of. But he needed the perfect shot, and knowing Jason's luck, such a shot would come at the precise moment he looked away.

"Not going to look at me?" Peter asked.

"Kinda busy, Bitsy."

"Hmm. You sure about that?"

The paper bag of heavenly smelling goodness rattled tauntingly right by Jason's ear and he shoved -- or attempted to -- the webbed menace away. All Jason really achieved was hearing more of Peter's laughter.

"Don't fuckin' tease me, you brat."

"How about this?" Peter bargained, still snickering. "You take off the mask and I feed them to you, since you're obviously so busy."

Any other day, any other treat, Jason would have contemplated shoving Peter right off the roof for the suggestion. Really, the cheek of him.

But... churros. Cinnamon sugar and fried dough... To quote Peter, he was 'a slut' for them. And even if he wasn't... Jason was hungry.

Blindly he reached back one handed, fumbling with the clasps. Peter's amusement was palpable but he wisely remained quiet and made no offer to help. The last time Peter'd tried to take off Jason's muzzle, he'd got a nice shock when he'd fucked up with the latch. Jason had nearly been on his knees with laughter because of it, but the moment had been a valuable learning experience for Peter: don't mess with the Red Hood uniform.

Granted, it had also given Peter several of his own ideas about how to booby trap his suit, but Jason was a generous guy. He even showed Peter how he'd wired a taser feature into the symbol of one of his old suits.

Eventually, the mask was off and set carefully on the floor.

"If you say 'here comes the aeroplane', I'm going to shoot you," Jason said the moment he heard Peter's intake of breath.

The night air turned a distinct shade of miffed. He grinned.

"Wasn't gonna," Peter said sulkily.

"Liar."

"Bully. This is bullying."

"Sure it is. Now hurry up and feed me before they go cold."

"Hehehe."

"Don't--"

"Here comes the aero~plane!"

Murder. He was going to murder Peter one day and blame it on Timothy.