#jonpeter

[rookfeatherrambles]

Note to self: write horror fic where Jon is an academic student brought to a remote island by the Lukas family to get practical field experience but they and the fishing village they run is real fucked up. I'm talking people walking into the sea and not coming back. I'm talking pets and birds and fish washing up on the beach. I'm talking a town that smells like fish on a good day, and shit and viscera on a bad one. Fishermen hauling up fucked up fish that make you sick to eat. People still eat them anyway.

Jon has to eat dinner with the Lukas family, in person, every night. He can't go outside after dark. They have rulrs, you see...

Also There's a murderer on the loose, mauling people like some kind of wild animal. The inhabitants say the island is cursed.

Jon is a skeptic and doesn't believe anything that's happening is anything more than coincidence, rumors and sheer bad luck. Even when he stumbled across a dude getting eaten alive.

Also Peter is there! :)

Inspirations: The game Dredge, the Monstrous Heart book series by Claire McKenna, the movies The Lighthouse and The King Tide. And Lovecraft. Loooooots of Lovecraft.

[catelogue-of-fear]

Recently I have been thinking about JonElias with Peter. I don't think many JonElias fans really think about him, at least within the ship context, and I'm included despite being a big PLukas fan.

But I think that there is some potential there. I don't particularly see Peter and Jon having any proper feelings for eachother, especially considering each of their relationships with Elias, but I think they would develop Something just by circumstance.

I like the idea of them discovering it comepletely on accident, too. Like, Jon ending up borrowing clothes from Peter, thinking they're Elias', and Peter pointing it out to him and they both have a little moment like. Why Don't I Mind This.

[tarotrans]

Oh yeah, I started writing a fanfic. I keep forgetting to post about it, so I am doing so now. It is J/mart being used for an endgame of PeterJonElias, and it has an ooc and terrible Web!Martin. I have tried my best to put content warnings before each chapter, so I hope it is enjoyable.

[elias-rights]

If you don’t mind me asking, do you have any opinions on Peter/Jon? Thank you.

Mm, I've drifted away from shipping aside from JE (which actively enriches the text to me), but I think Jonpeter has potential precisely because of how lonely Jon is as a person. Do you have any thoughts? :eyes:

[rookfeatherrambles]

Rebagling with the poem that sort of. gives a vibe of the whole thing. I need more JonPeter in my life so I guess I'm going to MAKE IT MYSELF.

TWS: noncon mention, death

The White Stag Queen

Raped and debased without remorse

The Poet set upon his course

To hold the king to his misdeed

To submissiveness he would not cede

Hooves for hands, ill-fitting skin, 

The price for speaking ill is sin, 

To gain back his court of favour, 

The king took the poet’s voice and labour

Love so twisted, choked and wrong

But the king had loved him long

Could not see his breath abated

Turned him into what he hated

Poet’s crown now antlers took

And fear upon him fell and shook

To flee the court of king so cruel

Into the woods in which he rule’d

To run, entice and ever chase

A prize of worth no man could take

His legs so fast and white as snow

The heart’s desire no man would know

Until one day the sun rose red

Upon a cabin newly stead

And white stag came to incentivize

The hunter that resid’ inside

Instead the man made it worthwhile

A place to sit, and rest from trial

To get to know who would befriend

And fall in love to bitter end

The stag’s curse stayed but never took 

And sleep was found in arm’s soft crook

Until the day it could bear no more

And begged the hunter to restore

The balance of the poet’s soul

So fragile and so beautiful

A chase was given, a knife did shine

At sunrise glorious, a light divine

One single last chaste kiss deliver’d

And sweet poet’s life was swiftly sever’d

To defy a king, a single smile,

A final breath, whispered denial

The hunter's tears he dearly wept

And clutching his love's body kept

His hearts desire was realized

For sunlight filled his lover’s eyes

And when he saw that supple chest

Rise and fall with warmth of breath,

He kissed him deep and with desire

And warmed him with internal fire

Took him home upon his bed

Made a wife of him instead

No man, nor king could come between

The hunter and his white stag queen

Commission for @rookfeatherrambles for their fae AU! Thank you for the support.

[magnuspanoptes]

Came across your blog and fell in love with your takes on arguably the most important dynamic in tma (like it made me miss them and actually start a relisten after like never finding the energy to after the finale years back). Do you happen to write any fics or have any fic recs?

RAHHH thank you!! this is exactly what i'm hoping to achieve every time i post yet another one of my delusional comparatives 🙂‍↕️

and i don't write fics but i do have recs!

I'd suffer all if you'd tell me, by RavenXavier is definitive S4 silence of the lambs / red dragon prison visit fic. to me.

Death Be Not Proud, by Startless - is another prison visit fic, but it's an AU where jon chose to die in his coma and woke up as an avatar of the end.

Pinned in vain desire, by statuscrows is about jon slowly developing compulsion which causes problems for elias :) they probably write the most in-character elias. he's not nice, but he's fond of jon. i recommend, like, every single one of their je fics. nobody writes beholding powers quite like them, almost every fic is based around an aspect of the beholding. Skeptic is an AU where jon finds gertrude's tape on the first day of the job. statuscrows always writes jon with his early seasons abrasiveness and mean streak intact, which is really all i want from jon's characterisation. i don't want nice jon, take that awayyy; Ritual misery is set immediately after 160 and is doing more interesting things with the web than all of S5 put together; From his prospect high - jonathan sims learns to See; Quenched in darkness you shall see - this is noncon and dead dove. read the tags! reccing this because ritual voyeurism to please the beholding is a real and true concept.

Perchance to Dream, by parva_dae and once upon a dream, by indelibleangel - are dream fics, inspired by MAG 120. first one is a snippet of elias poking around in jon's head and worsening his fear and paranoia. he would do that ^_^ and in the second one they talk. and kiss.

and lilies, by kototyph - i read two chapters while it was still ongoing but it's finished now and i haven't gotten around to it yet, but from what i remember this had, like, revolutionary elias characterisation. he's a disaster. a very well put together, beautiful disaster.

also these two one shots they wrote for jonelias week which i liked very much :3

something different crosses the threshold, by aguntoaknifefight - amnesia. classic.

a heavenly madness, by roundthedecay - this is one of the very few, proper gothic fics with these two. there's a cursed oil painting. jon's having his life ruined by said cursed painting. and jonah/elias gets a proper gothic villain treatment.

Worn to Shadows, by Ash_Rabbit, which somewhat satisfies my bluebeard itch, but it's an AU with no institute.

everything Candentia has ever written, basically. they write entity horror really well, and i think almost every one of their je fics are squarely in the horror genre, which i appreciate very much. i'm here for the horror. and you have to check out Beholding's Own if only for the jonah chapters. it doesn't have that older mentor shaping the younger in their own image dynamic because this an AU in which they're childhood friends. but it's so good. it's so good!! the georgian jonah chapters are exquisite. the tone, voice, word choice, atmosphere, general everything. also, some serious wuthering heights stuff happening between these two. like, they get it. they get it! they've also written a bluebeard (and cupid & psyche) adjacent fic - darkly, which is a fairy tale au. and Where Hope and Reason Part is tagged dead dove for the detailed descriptions of eye gore. which is my thing. we need more of that.

Professional Distance - takes place during the birthday tape, has an excellent elias voice. he's evil. and enamoured by jon. and evil.

a glass essay, by fairbanks is jonpeter and only tangentially lonelyeyes and jonelias, but it's one of the most gorgeously written fics i've had the pleasure of reading. excellent isolation narrative and has symbolism which pays off in an unexpectedly perfect way. and as a guy who does not care about peter lukas or any ships involving him in the slightest. well. this got to me.

Scenes from an Epicenter, by NeverwinterThistle which is set during S3 and the first je fic i recall reading. the bit where elias takes jon home after distortion helen drops him in his office is canon to me <3

Dark Square Bishop, by Blissymbolics, exactly what it says on the tin. homoerotic chess match at the end of the world.

[kairos-polaris]

love when a ship is just two people fucking each other as a replacement for a third person

martinelias is always about Jon and jonpeter is always about Elias. Martin and Elias acknowledging they both know what it means to hopelessly pine for Jon, esp in s4 when they have to force themselves to stay back. it always comes to Jon, the one they truly want and the other is poor replacement for. it's better than risking their plans

and Peter and Jon both miss Elias even tho Peter is used to it, but he isn't used to knowing just how much Elias wants Jon, knowing that if there were no threat to his plan, he would be with Jon instead. and Jon is brooding because he isn't allowed to see Elias and also plain jealous. he is jealous of Peter who knows Elias better, longer. jealous that Peter is allowed visits and he doesn't visit anyway. he is jealous of their relationship and everything Peter implies that he wants to rip out of his head. it always comes down to Elias, the one they truly want and the other is poor replacement for. it's better than losing their pride and dignity and admitting how they both want Elias

[tideswept]

For the character breakdown ask game, would you mind maybe doing Padmé or Jon (whichever you prefer)?

Rubbing my hands gleefully. Okay, you asked for it!

How I feel about this character: Jon will always be special to me. He is the messiest of hot messes. He's brilliant. He's a dumbass. He's clever. He's dense. He's brave. He's a coward. He relentlessly wants the truth but is also afraid of it. He's hungry, he's lonely, his kindness leads to death and misery; he's a flawed human and a beautiful monster.

He's hilarious. He's tart and finicky but also soft and introspective. He's tired. He trusts too much and then too little. He's a sliver under the skin and a comforting blanket. He's everything and I love him. No one will ever replace him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: JonElias is my true love, naturally, but I have room in my heart for the utterly doomed TimJon and the fucked up mess of JonPeter. They all feed different hungers and I was never quite as well fed as when I got to write all three. 😘

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Tim or Gerry. Jon needs someone practical who can also kick ass.

My unpopular opinion about this character: The entire JonMartin relationship was toxic as fuck and if the narrative/the fandom had acknowledged that, I would have happily shipped it as the wretched thing that it is. Let me gobble up that dysfunction. DELICIOUS. Let Martin Blackwood be the absolute bastard he was born to be. But as it exists: not for me.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Fam, I could write three different thesis on this 😂 but needless to say, my experience listening to TMA became an increasingly grim exercise in exasperation halfway through s3.

📚 [GIVE ME A CHARACTER; and I’ll break their ass down:]

🍓 [quick jump to ask inbox]

[tarotrans]

This is why I like JonPeter. Jon is so lonely in season 4 that he could easily be a meal for Peter, and Jon needs someone to anchor him. Case and Point: Jon should have fallen into The Lonely, and get pulled out by Peter because he doesn't want Elias getting pissy that he killed his Archivist. This, of course, leaves them forcefully bound together somehow. This situation also pisses off Elias, which I feel they would both enjoy, even if they piss each other off to no end.

But yes. Lonely Jon is a delightful thing. Especially because Jon grew up as a "difficult child."

More on my miserable lonely Jon obsession but I genuinely cannot FATHOM how that man wasn’t eaten by the fucking lonely in S4. The handful of people he has left in his life are at best ambivalent that he’s alive and at worst are actively dangerous and aggressive him upon seeing him. He’s got complicated monster feelings and guilt up the wazoo. His only friend is the woman who kidnapped him and cut his throat. He’d make such a great meal for the Lonely and I have no idea why it didn’t try for him.

[inklingofadream]

3 (sending good brain vibes)

Straight 3 was yesterday's Jonpeter!

It was GOING to have some more detail about what happened pre-Lonely (Peter's plan worked, Martin killed Jonah and went into the Lonely, Jon still followed but got trapped, there was some poetic language I quite liked left behind in my notebook) but I liked the losing-memory angle enough to make it more exaggerated than that would've allowed

alternate 3, because looking made me laugh, is Daisy in s5 being monstery. There are maybe 5 fics with Daisy in them, so it made me laugh to have two in a row show up.

[Send me an ask with 1-31 or alternate 1-15 and I'll say something ominous about that Whumptober fill]

[rookfeatherrambles]

Do you have any fave jonpeter headcanons or thoughts about AUs please?

I'd probably have more if my brain wasn't oscillating between an old hyperfixations and a new one but here's a crack AU

S4. Jon and Peter (And Martin!) get married while Elias is in prison. Idk they mutually decide 'to hell with all Jonah Magnus's bullshit, let's go live on an island in the north sea'

Elias only finds out when he gets a requisition for divorce (from Peter) in his prison mail and then DIRECTLY BENEATH IT, a wedding invitation, complete with a picture of Peter holding Jon in a bridal carry and Martin with his arm around Peter and all of them are flipping off the camera. The invite says 'YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO FUCK OFF' (but also come I guess there will be canapes)

[bluejayblueskies]

Would you mind answering 3 and 7 for the ask game? (Also, on that note, I think my favorite fic of yours would have to be Delphinus, I’m very fond of Jonpeter and I really liked how you wrote them there)

fanfic writer ask game!

3 - What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

Oughh I have a couple! For Malevolent, I have an AU I'll get to eventually where Arthur is a sex worker who only ever sees a client once--except John, who he keeps managing to see again and again despite his self-imposed policy not to. For TMA, I have an AU where Jon wakes from the coma as an avatar of the End, as well as a freaky friday AU (partially outlined) where a Leitner causes Jon and Martin to switch bodies.

7 - What’s a troupe you love to write?

Answered here!

(and re: delphinus: thank you!! i have such a soft spot in my heart for jonpeter 💕)

[tarotrans]

Trans/Omega Jon, Pregnancy, baby names

Jon's Uni Band was The Mechs(mostly just taking some names, no huge references)

Mentions JonElias and JonPeter.

I want Jon to get pregnant from Peter or Elias. I want Jon to get knocked up because I think it would be fun to play around with. I also want this to be a "Jon is willingly The Archivist and enjoys it" deal because Jon deserves to enjoy his inhumanity.

I also think that Jon deserves the Mechs as friends.

Imagine: Jon gets tipsy at an event or something and ends up being chatty with the people around him.

This results in Jon accidentally saying that he finds Peter/Elias handsome, to their face, and as if it is a well-known fact. (It is a well-known piece of Institute Trivia that Jon had a crush on Elias back when he worked in Research)

I wanna see Peter and/or Elias trying for ages to properly court Jon before realizing how oblivious the man was. They quickly corrected the situation, of course.

After a bit, Jon gets pregnant with twins. A boy and a girl. He snips at Jonah and/or Peter until he gets naming rights. However, how long that would take is up to you.

Jon ends up naming the girl: Sasha Anastasia Sims, and the boy gets named: Timothy Marius Sims. Named after old friends.

Jon eventually has two more kids: Rose Alexandria, named by Jonah, and Antonio Raphael, named by Jon. Peter wouldn't want "The Attachment Associated With Naming A Child." So Jon gets to name 3/4 of the children. Maybe 4/4 because Jon could easily name a child Rose Alexandria.

Jon just deserves to give kids all the care, love, security, and safety that he never felt as a child.

I think Jonah would love taking care of a happily pregnant Jon. Honestly. And he would adore anything Jon creates.

Peter would help in non-visual ways. You only actually notice it if you are paying attention to him, or his coat, which now has a small child in it 60% of the time.

That is all for now. Thank you for listening to my stoned rambles, and I hope that this makes at least a little bit of sense.

[dcartcorner]

How willing would you be to draw JonPeter? I just think the possibilities are neat.

sounds interesting! i'm honestly willing to draw nearly anything

[candyskiez]

Weather update, we now got:

Timsasha in the most complicated aro way possible. Timsasha but like isafrin IN CANON not how fanon does it. Do you get it. Do you understand.

Jondaisy in the least romantic way possible but also not platonic. Moreso they went through this horrific event together and are now a matched set by necessity because they needed Someone and by god they will be there simply by virtue of needing each other. It's a need it's a routine it can't be described as any form of love maybe it isn't love maybe it's just they are a Set. Do you understand.

Gerryoliver

Mary/Gertrude. Sorry <3

Timartin but like. It's a very specific. Fwb and they are trying so hard to care about each other and like each other and it Isn't Working and it's soooo complicated. It's the what could've been okay. Do you understand. Take my hand guys It's beautiful over here.

Lonelyeyes but only the version in my head and in my friends dms. U know who you are I am nodding at you.

Jonpeter but only in a very specific au I have with a friend. You also know who you are (as in. Same person. I am nodding at you again)

Petermartin but only an extremely specific flavor and I am kicking rocks over the fandom not seeing the vision. Unrequited and messy and complicated. Hello can anyone hear me.

Actually. Ask me about my ship interpretations. Because as you can tell I have so so many opinions. Pspspspspsp-

Being a multishipper in the tma fandom is great. I am playing with my touys

[voiceless-terror]

All Too Familiar

For @jonpeterweek2021

Characters: Jonathan Sims/Peter Lukas, Elias Bouchard

Rating: Teen, SFW

Summary: In which Elias and Peter make a bet and Jonathan Sims is courted by both the Eye and the Lonely. 

“Archivist giving you trouble?”

Elias’s fingers are at his temple, his eyes closed in what could be called contemplation but is more likely irritation. Peter’s not fond of the woman, quite the opposite, but her ability to rile the man up is unparalleled. He can respect that.

“Should’ve offed her long ago, I say. Getting on in years, isn’t she?”

“And aging me right along with her,” Elias grouses, letting out a much aggrieved sigh. “It’ll be a while yet, but I do have plans for her.”

“And someone else, I see.” Peter’s eyes scan over the files on his desk- personnel files, each with an attached photo. He snatches one from the stack before Elias can protest and makes a show of squinting at the page. “Jonathan Sims. Bit young for you.”

The photo shows a young man barely out of college and desperate to be taken seriously, judging by his haircut and ill-fitting blazer. The flash must have caught him by surprise- he looks disgruntled and confused, eyes squinting ahead. It would almost be endearing to anyone who wasn’t Peter. “Well, he’s more to your tastes than Gertrude ever was. Best of luck.”

“Enough!” Elias hisses as he grabs the folder from his hands with surprising intensity, those cold, strange eyes narrowed in contempt. His gaze lingers on the file for a moment, staring down at the attached photo as if it reveals something Peter can’t see. Oh, this is a serious contender. Peter wonders what makes him so special. It’s an idle, curious thought; Elias rarely displays such cageyness, preferring instead to keep his cards close to his chest with a knowing smirk. It’s insufferable.

“Tetchy about this one,” he comments, watching as Elias carefully slots the file underneath the others, as if to guard it from Peter. “Any particular reason?”

Elias tenses for one brief, almost imperceptible moment, shoulders encased in a crisp, tailored suit rising at most a centimeter but Peter sees it. Elias has his eyes but for all his lonely solitude Peter can read people. He can find weak spots and exploit them, tiny insecurities laid bare and magnified. And then Elias relaxes, leaning back slightly in his chair as his eyes flicker to Peter’s with a contemplative smugness. There he is. “He’s afraid of spiders.”

That’ll do it.

“Special indeed.” Peter whistles lowly. The Mother’s not to be taken lightly. He can see the draw; few are marked by the web, and even fewer escape with their life. He wonders why she let this one go; from the one photo he’d seen, Jonathan Sims looked utterly unremarkable, which makes him all the more intriguing. Perhaps he should pay him a visit. Recent college graduate, taciturn countenance. Knowing Elias’s predilection for orphans and loners, the boy has little to no social connections. The Institute has always attracted these types, though he risks the ire of its head if he claims it as a hunting ground.

His face must reveal his musings, for Elias’s own hardens. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing,” he says, each word with a clipped precision. “Don’t.”

“You think so little of me,” Peter laughs, raising his hands in a conciliatory gesture. Always suspicious, that man. Rightly so. “I would never interfere with any of your plans.”

He can feel the Watcher’s gaze as he strolls through the halls, taking his time to peer in doorways and flash a pleasant smile at the confused staff. He does not run into Jonathan Sims, nor did he expect to. Elias’s irritation is a satisfaction all its own.

For now. 

__________

There is a man in the courtyard. 

Objectively, this courtyard is open to anyone, be it staff or guests of the Institute. Objectively, it’s a rare, beautiful day and people should take advantage of it. Objectively, Jon doesn’t have a ‘spot’ he can claim for smoking and insist on being alone. But Jon’s scowl and the wafting scent of cigarette smoke is usually enough to drive people away. 

But this time, there is a man in his spot. Jon is not pleased with this development.

He’s tall, stocky in the way a middle-aged man usually is, though there seems to be some muscle lurking underneath his baggy coat. Is he some sort of vagrant? He’s pale, unhealthy so, and it puts Jon on edge. 

But that’s not the most irritating thing about him. That honor goes to his whistling. 

Jon takes his smoke break at precisely ten each morning. Ten. Who whistles this early? Certainly not any sane person. No, that’s an activity best left for mid-afternoon or dusk. Mornings are for silence and work, not playtime. This is obscene.

So why, pray tell, does he still go to his spot? He could easily sit on the bench in the center, there’s no one there this early, no one to bother with his little vice. But habits are hard to break, and Jon’s a man who likes routine. He doesn’t want people thinking he can be pushed around. So he walks over, trying to ignore the shiver he gets in the midmorning sun on a perfectly temperate day. Jon doesn’t meet the man’s eyes as he moves closer and despite his trepidation, something is starting to put him at ease. His scent is so familiar, cold and crisp like the foggy mornings of his childhood. His grandmother’s house, not so far from the sea. It brings a sharp pain to his chest as much as it soothes him; she passed months ago and despite their distant relationship, it’s still a sort of grief. Perhaps he didn’t visit her enough in the end. She didn’t deserve to die alone.

Breaking himself from his maudlin thoughts and taking his place at the wall, Jon fishes a cigarette from his pack and lights it in a smooth, practiced motion. The nicotine soothes his fried nerves and he can almost ignore the man in that old jacket whistling some jaunty tune and trespassing in his spot. There’s no greeting, no nod of acknowledgment. Jon smokes his cigarette to the stub until it's acrid odor all but wipes away that familiar scent, and he leaves.

He finds himself humming all afternoon.

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Jon’s an interesting fellow.

Peter can see the remnants of the Web clinging to his shoulders in an almost possessive shroud. The Mother is usually more subtle, but this one screams mine, mine. Elias will have his work cut out for him, that’s for sure. But his machinations have always bordered on unnecessarily complex- the man enjoys a challenge. Enough time under the Watcher’s gaze and you’ll start to think it home. 

And yet the man still calls to him. There’s a vulnerability in the way he holds himself, how he stubbornly clings to his little spot and yet makes himself small. There’s Lonely in him, Peter can feel the itch of it in his skin. He could snap him up quite easily if he tried. But he’s always favored a longer game when he can find it; it brings so much satisfaction to see a soul slowly eaten away until it fades, unremembered and bereft. There’s a quiet dignity to it, and Jon would wane so beautifully.

On his third visit, Jon breaks his silence.

“Why are you here?”

He’s got a pleasant voice, if a bit posh. Jon thinks it probably makes him sound older, but he’s yet to land on a confident enough tone. He’ll get there one day. In any case, he’ll be perfect for reading statements. Another point to Elias. 

“No idea what you mean,” he replies with a smile and he can see the boy is startled. He clearly wasn’t expecting a cheery answer, which Peter finds a bit insulting. He’s not that rude. “Just taking in the fresh morning air like yourself.”

“I’m smoking.” Jon waves his cigarette as if Peter had yet to see it. “In what world is that fresh?” 

“Suppose I’m used to it,” he shrugs, leaning more casually against the wall and meeting Jon’s intense gaze. It’s heavy, though not so much as Elias’s is. You’ve got the Eye in you yet. He’s had practice with these types. “Sailors are fond of cigarettes, when they can get them.”

“Is that why you smell?” Jon blanches, as if realizing the rudeness of his question. Peter pauses, unsure of what he means. He’s showered, he’s not dirty. “I-I mean, it’s just- you remind me of the sea, is all.”

The words make him freeze. He shouldn’t be able to pick up on that, Peter’s been careful not to slip too far into the fog. He’s perceptive. Peter doesn’t usually like being seen, or in this case, smelled, but Jon’s an interesting case. He wonders how he’d fare on the Lonely’s shores.

“Smoking kills, you know.” He ignores Jon’s question, relishing the way his eyes narrow. “Nasty habit.”

“Hear secondhand’s just as bad,” he replies with a snarl, dropping his cigarette and stamping out the dying embers with a scuffed brown shoe “So maybe you should find another spot to loiter.”

“You’re right.” He abruptly turns to leave, not sparing a glance back in Jon’s direction. Best to keep him on his toes. It’s a cloudy day and Peter’s feeling quite hungry. For once he has business that keeps him in the city, why not have a little fun in the meantime? 

His phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s a text he won’t answer. He never does, and to be quite honest, he doesn’t really know how.

Elias Bouchard: What are you playing at?

Peter chuckles to himself, slipping the phone back into his coat. 

What indeed.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29266788/chapters/71869302