#peter and the debutante

[nowordsformylove]

[papagenesblues]

peter and micky friendship appreciation post!!

[rwpohl]

romanoff and juliet, peter ustinov 1961

[transgenderbobdylan]

HE WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL

he really was <3 like i nkow i've got a mike url & i know i've said i'm a micky girl but i keep getting lost in peters eyes while i'm trying to commentate on monkees episodes for my mother

[torksbian]

peter tork and lisa james in the monkees 1x13 one man shy (peter and the debutante)

[heavcnslyre]

chapter five — j.f. ( masterlist )

IT’S TIME TO GO.

“or that moment again,

he’s insisting that friends look at each other like that.”

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you sit at the house all day, laying in bed and waiting for the hangover to pass. belly went with laurel and susannah to shop for debutante dresses, steven and jeremiah were working, and you had no idea where conrad went, so you had the house to yourself. the next few days passed in a similar blur, where belly prepared for her debutante ball and hung out with a guy who jeremiah called ‘cam cameron’, who you found out later that she had met at the bonfire.

one particular day, you were sitting on the couch, re-reading your favorite book for probably the thousandth time. jeremiah had gone to work early that morning, but he had come to your room and said goodbye to you before he left. he had done that a lot recently, ever since the bonfire. you wondered if part of him just felt bad for you, but you didn’t mind even if that was the case. it felt good to have someone checking up on you. especially him.

laurel and susannah were devastated for you when you finally told them the news about peter and cassie the night after it happened. laurel was immediately on her feet, absolutely pissed, mumbling about how much she— and you— had done for cassie and how much of a backstabbing bitch she was. susannah had gathered you in her arms, holding you tight. she reassured you that you would do much better someday and while friends and lovers come and go, family is forever, and she reminded you that you were surrounded by your family now and to cherish that. that night, you couldn’t sleep, so you snuck into laurel’s room and asked her to move over so you could stay with her, just like you did when you were a kid. she was happy to have you there with her. after that night, and the continued support you got from everyone, you really were feeling much better. the reality did kick in, though, and you began to be very bored during the days while everyone was living their lives. you had spent so much time worrying about peter that you forgot about your real life. you considered getting a job. you decided that was a future you problem. for now, you were going to read and chill on the beach. maybe next week you’ll find a job.

as you’re lost in your book, your trance is broken by a loud crack of thunder outside. it was so sudden that it made you physically jump from your position spread out on the couch to completely sitting upright. you look outside and your eyes widen. the sky was so intensely dark that you wondered how you didn’t notice the lighting in the entire house dim. a few moments later, the rain begins to pour down, falling in literal sheets. you didn’t start to panic until the wind picked up and the next rumble of thunder shook the entire house. you shot up from the couch, your mind immediately racing, trying to think of where everyone else was, and trying to figure out if there was anything you needed to do to keep the house safe from the storm. suddenly, you remember that conrad was at the beach. everyone else was out somewhere where they could definitely find shelter, but conrad had gone surfing just an hour ago. your heart began to race as you ran to the door, trying to see out to the beach. but, the visibility was terrible. the wind was insane, and the rain would not stop coming. you pull out your phone and text him, which you figure is a long shot, but it was worth a try. while you had your phone out, other texts began to flood in.

belly: hey, u okay? storm picked up pretty fast. powers out at the club, they’re sending us home as soon as it calms down a bit

laurel: Are you and Conrad the only ones home? Are you guys okay? Go into the basement if you get too worried or if the wind picks up more. Keep me updated.

steven: hey, you okay? is conrad with you?

jeremiah: this storm is WILD. stay inside, i’ll be home soon. no lifeguarding when the weather could kill you!😋

as you’re reading everyone’s messages, the sliding door opens. your head shoots up and you breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of conrad, completely drenched, standing on the mat inside the door. you throw your phone down and immediately hug him tightly, not caring that he was all wet. “thank god you’re okay.”

he hesitates, but hugs you back. “yeah. saw the storm coming, but still got caught in it. you okay?”

you pull back and nod. “me? i’m fine. you scared me shitless, though.”

“sorry,” he smiles sheepishly. “where’s everyone else?”

“belly and jere are at the club, but they’ll be back soon they say. i think steven’s there too. i don’t know about our moms. they were super weird when they left, just said they had to go into town and they’d be back later. i’ve heard from my mom, though.”

conrad’s face drops when you mention your moms and their secrecy. he runs his hand through his hair and sighs. “alright. i’m gonna go change. let me know if you hear anything else. and uh, stay away from the windows, okay?”

you nod and he walks past you and up the stairs. honestly, that was the most you had talked to him since you guys got to cousins. but, as jeremiah and belly both told you, there was something going on with him. you knew that there was nothing anyone could do about it, though. conrad was stubborn. he was going to figure this out on his own, and reach out when he was ready. at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

a minute after conrad disappears up the stairs, the power goes out. you groan in frustration, taking note of the immediate drop in temperature and the very little light inside the house. in a house with so many windows, you’d think it would not get that dark. today though, with the conditions of the grey sky and never ending rain, there was no natural light coming in. luckily, you knew that susannah always had candles, so after searching a few cabinets, you found her collection. you lit a bunch of them with matches, placing them all around the downstairs to attempt to spread the light. then, you lit the fireplace, hoping to add some warmth to the room. in anticipation of everyone else getting home, you grab some blankets from the closet and put them on the couch, finding the softest one and wrapping it around your own body.

a moment later, to your surprise, the front door creeks open. you peek around the corner (making sure it wasn’t a murderer first), and sigh when you see that it’s steven, belly, and jeremiah, all drenched from the rain, just like conrad was.

“what are you guys doing here?” you ask, moving towards them. “i figured you’d be at the club a while. the roads are too shitty to be driving on.”

jeremiah and steven share a nervous look, then look back at you. “i uh—” jeremiah starts. “i drove us back.”

“you what?” you ask, your face dropping.

jeremiah took a step towards you. “(y/n), i know. but listen, we were all so worried about you and conrad being here alone. we just figured it was safer for all of us if we came home. and the drive wasn’t even bad, i promise. we made it here, right? we’re okay!”

“you could’ve died, jeremiah,” you say. “you could’ve killed yourself or belly or steven or all of you. they close the roads when it storms like this for a reason.”

“he drove really well,” steven chimes in. “like, even better than usual. and you know that jere’s like the best driver. it really was okay.”

you sigh and look at all three of them. they all had guilty yet worried expressions on their faces, and belly wouldn’t even look at you. you sigh. “you’re all idiots. go change, guys. i got the fire going in the living room when you’re done.”

“yes ma’am!” steven salutes you and trudges up the stairs, belly following close behind. jeremiah stays for a moment, facing you.

“(y/n), i’m sorry. i really am. i just…we figured that family needs to stay together. and when the power went out, we were just worried about you guys here. conrad’s okay, right?” jeremiah sidetracks. you nod and point upstairs and he sighs. “okay good. just, don’t be mad. please. i promise we didn’t mean to worry you.”

you sigh and rest your forehead on his shoulder. “not mad at you. i just…freaked out. that really was a terrible thing, jere. i don’t know what i would’ve done if something happened to you guys.”

he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you lightly. “you don’t have to think about that. we made it.”

“i know. i just wish you would’ve stayed where it was safe so the thought didn’t have to exist at all.”

“you’re happy we’re here, though,” jeremiah teases. you push him away lightly, shaking your head.

“whatever. go change. check on conrad while you’re up there.”

“whatever you say,” he gives you one last smile before heading up the stairs. you turn back to the living room, throwing yourself down onto your favorite spot on the couch. eventually, belly appears in the doorway. you hold your blanketed arm out and she sits next to you, wrapping the blanket over her shoulders. her skin is cold next to you, so you grab another blanket and lay it over her. she rests her head on your shoulder.

“sorry we almost died,” she says after a few minutes. you sigh.

“it’s okay, bells. i’m just glad you guys are okay,” you say. “how was your practice today?”

she shrugs. “it was fine. it was dance practice, though. and i was alone. i just…i gotta figure out who’s gonna escort me soon or else i’m gonna get in so much trouble.”

“what about cam? i thought you were gonna ask him.”

belly stretches. “i uh, broke things off with him, actually.”

“you did?” you ask, shocked. “why?”

“conrad’s been, um, different with me lately. a good different. i just have thought, maybe…” she trails off, her eyes focused on her lap. you bump her shoulder with yours lightly.

“just be careful with your heart, bells. make sure you know what you’re getting into before you dive headfirst, okay?”

belly nods. “i know. thank you.”

she settles back on your shoulder and the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while. soon enough, jeremiah comes back downstairs, steven close behind him. steven immediately grabs a blanket and beelines for a spot on the floor next to the fire.

“this feels incredible.”

you smile. “we’re just lucky susannah put wood in there recently. otherwise we would’ve been screwed.”

“hey, uh, where is she?” jeremiah asks, as if he had just noticed her absence. “and laurel?”

“they went into town earlier,” you explain. “wouldn’t tell me why. but my mom texted me not too long ago. they should be okay.”

jeremiah nods, although he seems somewhat unconvinced. “okay. thank you.”

before you can say anything else, he disappears into the kitchen. belly calls out, “don’t open the fridge!” and he laughs. “i know!”

eventually, conrad joins you guys in the living room and you’re all sprawled out, talking and laughing like you used to do a lot when you were kids. as you’ve gotten older, all of you were still close, but had definitely grown apart from where you were as young kids. things change as you grow up, people change. as much as it hurt, it truly was inevitable for anyone. but this, this felt like it used to. these people felt like home.

“oh my god do you guys remember that one time when we were at the boardwalk and conrad puked after the tilt-a-whirl so belly ran away and we couldn’t find her for an hour?” steven says. you all burst into laughter, even belly, who’s cheeks turned slightly pink.

“it was gross! i wanted to get away from it, then i got lost. i cried that entire hour.”

“we’ve gotta go back to the boardwalk this summer,” you say after you all stopped laughing as hard. “we haven’t been in years! i miss it there!”

“yes please!” jeremiah exclaims. “i hear they’ve added more rides that are like, utterly terrifying.”

“that’s…definitely something to be excited about,” belly says sarcastically. “but yes, definitely we’ve gotta go. maybe after deb season is over, though. i just feel like i have too much going on right now as it is.”

“oh yeah,” steven says. “bells, who are you bringing as your escort? isn’t the deadline like, the end of the week? the ball is in like less than three weeks.”

belly casts a quick look at conrad, but almost immediately after they lock eyes, she looks away. “i…don’t know. i’ll figure it out. i hope.”

“i can take you if you want, bells,” jeremiah pipes up. everyone looks at him, shocked. your heart drops. “i mean, i was at your dance lesson today. i know a lot of what goes on. and i know i’ve got a suit somewhere. if you don’t find anyone else, just let me know.”

belly grins at him. “thank you, jere. i’ll probably take you up on that.”

the two of them share a smile and you look down at your hands, your stomach suddenly in knots. did he really just offer to be an escort for belly? after all his big talk about never participating last year? out of everyone in cousins, belly was the exception for him? suddenly, you felt like an idiot. of course she was the exception. they’ve always been best friends. you felt so stupid for ever thinking that maybe things were shifting to more for the two of you. it was for the better, anyways, right? he could be belly’s escort to the ball, you could watch them be perfect together, and pretend it didn’t bother you. exactly like how you had acted every summer before now while jeremiah flirted with other people. nothing had to change. you just had to get these thoughts out of your head.

you’re broken out of your thoughts by belly bumping your shoulder with hers. “(y/n)? you good?”

“huh?” you look at her, suddenly aware you had been just staring at nothing. “oh. yeah, i’m fine,” you take a quick glance at jeremiah, who suddenly is really interested in his blanket. you stand up abruptly. “i’ll just, i’ll be back.”

before anyone can say anything, you go upstairs, and close your bedroom door behind you. you felt terrible for ruining the good vibe that the five of you had going, but you really were starting to feel sick. as much as you tried to suppress your feelings for jeremiah, it really wasn’t ever going to work. you would forever feel this pathetic longing for him; always be the one pining. it wasn’t fair, honestly. he was the one who constantly flirted with you and went out of his way to do things to make you feel special, yet you were the only one with feelings. it was a disgusting feeling. you wished for nothing more than for it to go away. good for belly for finding someone to escort her. good for jeremiah for finding his one exception in his life. good for both of them. you just had to play supportive sister in all of this, even if it made you sick.

[muskoxen]

Vibin'

So I've been thinking about how some of my favorite books vibe with one another, and a map might be a better format for this and this is really just for me to quiet my brain a little but whatever, here's the list:

(The top line book will be the ur-book that sets the vibe, usually a childhood favorite; this does not mean that these are necessarily kid-friendly books!) (If you actually see and read this post, please reblog and suggest books because I'm going to throw down some ur-books that I have yet to find any simpatico fellows for!) (I will update my list as I read and discover)

Murderbot

Is it just me or would El Higgins and Murderbot coexist well??? Also, can’t believe I almost forgot to put my favorite traumatized construct on this list!

Howl's Moving Castle

Emily Wilde and its sequels

Ten Thousand Stitches

Sabriel and its sequels

Vespertine

Sorcery of Thorns (specifically, Lirael and there's also a UU library but also a Mogget)

Nettle & Bone

The Blue Sword

Crown Duel

The Goblin Emperor

Crown Duel

The Vorkosigan Saga

The Queen’s Thief

Discworld

T Kingfisher's World of the White Rat, incl. The Saint of Steel series. The gnolls esp. feel Discworldish.

A Deadly Education and The Scholomance series. Both El and Vimes understand The Beast

To Say Nothing of the Dog, Doomsday Book and Connie Willis at large

The Lord Peter Wimsey series

PG Wodehouse

Ella Enchanted

Half a Soul and its sequels

The Lord of Stariel

Thornhedge awww

The Hunger Games

The Locked Tomb

Also Vespertine (above) a bit. Lots of dead things, and sassy ghosts in your head, and religious fanatics, and eldritch horrors. TLT is A Lot so I don’t want to overpromise but the main character is an neurodivergent nun and she’s wonderful. Also there’s a hot priest. It is YA so significantly less gore.

His Dark Materials

Godkiller also vibes with THG a bit. Def a dash of Peenis.

Temeraire, except obviously Lyra would be friends with Temeraire and Pan and Lawrence would commiserate

Pride & Prejudice and Austen at large

An-Ever Fixed Mark and its universe

A Lady's Guide to Fortune-Hunting this author is so wildly unknown and underrated where is the discourse wtf

A Lady's Guide to Scandal

Memory of Morning. It’s a one hit wonder but it really, really hits for me. She’s a ship doctor who gets shore leave and gets to hang out with her bluestocking family during the season in a not-Britain. There’s language of flowers. There’s alien-intelligence-giant-glowing-octopodes. There’s a wee little doggy. I haven’t enjoyed anything else by this author but damn do I keep rereading this one.

The Beldam & the Baronet (Or, The Magician Debutante's Trials & Tribulations) by @dwellordream

Kate Daniels

Hidden Legacy but only the Nevada books sorry IA

The Inkeeper Chronicles obv

[sophieswundergarten]

FEELINGS ABOUT SUSAN PEVENSIE AGAIN

In TVotDT, it's explained that the reason only Edmund and Lucy are staying at their aunt's is because their parents were headed to America, and while Peter was studying with Prof. Kirke (Who had somehow lost his large house and sadly didn't have room for all of them), they did have enough money to bring all three children. So Susan was the only one chosen.

Which would be fine, which would make sense because she's the second oldest, which would be whatever because that sometimes just how things go when you have siblings

EXCEPT IT'S SPECIFICALLY STATED THAT SUSAN WAS NO GOOD AT SCHOOL AND SHE WAS PRETTY. ERGO THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY FOR HER TO MAKE SOMETHING OF HERSELF

And it's also stated that up until that trip, Susan still regularly talked to her siblings about Narnia, and seemed to fully believe in it.

We saw how Lucy was tempted because she didn't feel pretty like Susan, but she had Edmund and Caspian and all her friends to rely on.

Susan was on her own

Also, LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT QUEEN SUSAN THE GENTLE, SUSAN THE RENOWNED ARCHER, SUSAN THE DIPLOMAT WHO WAS KNOW FOR HER LOOKS BUT TURNED DOWN EVERY SUITOR WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY HANDLING THE SITUATION SO AS TO AVOID WAR

TELL ME THAT SUSAN WAS BAD AT SCHOOL

Or, maybe, she learned what was expected from her. She was the oldest daughter, and there was a lot of pressure on her.

Imagine being all alone, in an unfamiliar country, where all people think of you is your looks. Where you don't have your siblings to fall back on; this isn't an ambassadorial trip, this is you being picked because you need to be shown off. Because you are not trusted to do anything worthwhile with your life, so you must get married somehow.

And when the only options presented with you are lipstick and pretty dresses and high heels, wouldn't you rather take to them on your own terms than have them forced on you?

I imagine Susan liked going to parties because it reminded her of being a queen. She was smarter and wiser than half the dimwitted boys who looked at her and only saw a skirt, and she enjoyed talking circles around them and giving backhanded compliments they were too dull to understand. I imagine it gave her some sense of control back.

She may not be a queen in this world, but she'd demand respect regardless. Pretty make-up and fancy dresses became her armor and disguise, and she envisioned each cocktail party as a battlefield: a war won with wits and words.

And she was good at it. She attracted attention while remaining aloof and untouchable. She had everyone hanging on her every word, and quite a few handsome young men throwing themselves at her feet, getting down on one knee.

But she didn't want that. And, too late, she realized she had sealed herself into this fate. Susan was the "Pretty One", the airhead who somehow twists boys around her little finger without even realizing she was doing it.

And I'd bet that, after all that, after clinging to her memories of Narnia and of her siblings being kings and queens in court, she'd be exhausted when she got back.

And then to hear that Ed and Lucy had been on another adventure without her, while she had felt so alone, I'd imagine she'd be bitter.

She needed Caspian by her side, directing her through the fancy people and the debutantes; she would have loved to have Reepicheep following behind, defending her honour; it would have been so much more interesting to talk to a star than the silly, giggling girls she was intended to be friends with.

And it would be hard to find your place, when you didn't fit in that world of kings and queens and talking mice anymore, but you didn't want to be forced into the world of glitter and dresses and getting married so young because the rest of society deemed you too pretty to be smart

I wonder sometimes if Susan lost her way because of all the outside forces pressuring her to leave Narnia in the past

[bloodenjoyer]

one man shy aka peter and the debutante...

[endlessxrealities]

@thetxn (Colin Bridgerton)

The social season was once more upon the high society of London. The newest debutantes had been presented before the queen that early afternoon, and this evening would be the first ball of the season.

Miss Lauren Pembroke; only daughter of Paul Pembroke, and his late wife Darcy, has been on the marriage mart for some time already herself, and while she has been called once or twice before, no matches have come of it. See, Lauren had a rare blessing, in her father. He most sincerely wanted the best for his daughter, more importantly her happiness. He would never marry her off for the sake of appearances, of prospects. He wished for her to have what he came to treasure most himself, of his time with his own wife and children - love.

However, while this was a most gracious allowance from her father.. the Pembroke’s were slowly coming short of personal prospects. With Lauren’s older brother Peter gone across the world for his happiness, it was by society terms her duty to secure a solution.

She in good conscience, could not allow her father to lose all he worked his life for.

This season must be different.

[midnightsslut]

Maybe I’m oversimplifying it … I just think the entire premise of folklore is messy hopeful youth calcifying into fractured adulthood and she’s reflecting on those feelings. There were better candidates at that time than Matty, who didn’t come into her life again for another couple of years and fit into a daydream and fantasy she was already prone to.

not to play the devil’s advocate but she did run into him earlier that year at an award show (don’t think that necessarily means a ton but yeah). I think that’s a beautiful way to describe folklore, and i do think a lot of songs on midnights and ttpd (chloe et al, i hate it here with the debutante in another life line, peter, and the manuscript) expand on that theme. who do you think was a better candidate for that, though? bc i used to think the same but I genuinely cannot think of anyone she was actually in touch with lol—and she wasn’t in touch with matty, but peter & chloe imply she at least thought about him so idk.

[rig-a-rendal]

working. working.

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 4.5/5

Book Blurb:

In this steamy Regency romp, Lady Selina is determined to find the Duke of Stanhope the perfect wife—the only problem is she's starting to think that might be her.

Peter Kent—newly inherited Duke of Stanhope and recently of New Orleans, Louisiana—must become respectable. Between his radical politics and the time he interrupted a minor royal wedding with a flock of sheep—not his fault!—he’s developed a scandalous reputation at odds with his goal of becoming guardian to his half siblings. For help, he turns to the cleverest and most managing woman of his acquaintance, Lady Selina Ravenscroft.

Selina is society’s most proper debutante, save one tiny secret: she runs an erotic circulating library for women. When Peter asks for her help, she suggests courtship and marriage to a lady of unimpeachable reputation. (Which is to say, definitely not herself.)

But matchmaking doesn’t go according to plan. Peter’s siblings run rampant on Bond Street. Selina ends up in the Serpentine. And worst of all, the scorching chemistry between Peter and Selina proves impossible to resist. For the disreputable duke and his unpredictable matchmaker, falling in love just might be the ultimate scandal.

Review:

A Duke in need of a wife but the only one he wants is the very same Lady who is trying to set him up with other women. Peter Kent is the newly appointed Duke of Stanhope and he has a problem: he wants guardianship over his half siblings but he'll have to receive a Lord's approval and he hasn't been able to get it yet. Cue, Lady Selina Ravenscroft, a beautiful and clever lady who is hiding her own secrets and loves fixing things. Selina is the sister of a duke and runs an erotic circulating library for women. When Peter asks for her help she offers him a plan: marriage to a lady with a respectable reputation to help convince the Lord that he'd make a great guardian for his half siblings, yet the only problem is that Peter only wants to marry Selina. Despite being set up with various ladies, Peter has his eyes only on Selina... but she's afraid of telling him her secret and involving him in her scandal. If she does marry Peter and the secret gets out, it could completely destroy Peter's reputation as well as the reputation of his half siblings. Yet Peter is determined to prove to Selina that none of that matters when all he cares about is winning her heart and getting to be a family with his half siblings. This was a really sweet historical romance read. I loved Peter so much, he's such a sweet heart who adores Selina and his siblings, he'd do anything to make them happy and to support them. It's a cute read and I loved the happy ending for them all. The spice was really great too and honestly, it's definitely such a fun book.

Release Date: July 23,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and St. Martin's Press | St. Martin's Griffin for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[mickgaydolenz]

i’ve gotta be honest one of my fave s2 episodes is the card carrying red shoes purely because of the scene where production and directing are trying to play peter off as the virgin (which doesn’t track and the audience can tell) and then the bad guys show up and this large russian man flings him right over his shoulder like a bag of kittens

it was always funny to me that they made the decision for peter to be this super, super innocent uwu baby in the show. i know you say him being virginal doesn’t track, but the show actually does establish (at least in my opinion) that peter is not particularly comfortable around women and is more mystified by relationships with the opposite sex than any of the other guys. in one man shy (peter and the debutante) it’s the same deal where he’s very embarrassed and demure about any kind of relationship and most especially sex (which he has to fucking spell), and they even kind of do it again in fairy tale where he loses interest in princess gwen pretty quickly 😂. honestly though, if you knew nothing about peter tork as a person and just watched the show, it wouldn’t seem odd at all because that IS a part of his character they do reiterate. it’s when you know peter orgy organizer tork that that become a HUGE joke

[anysin]

Fic: Debutantes

For @twodrunkencelestials, a JonMartinPeter Lonely AU in which JMart listens to Peter rant and they all prepare for a Lukas relative's wedding. SFW.

Debutantes

"Can you help me get dressed?" Peter asks, standing in front of the mirror.

He doesn't really need help; he just wants Jon and Martin close by, to feel their hands on him, to see their faces. Jon comes to him, hurrying to help with his tie, while Martin observes him from far, taking in the details of his outfit.

"Your shoes look a little worn," Martin says. "Are you sure you don't have another pair?"

"These are the fanciest I've got. They will have to do for Evan." Peter sighs, letting Jon tighten the tie around his neck. "Took my nephew long enough to get back into fold. He really made a whole show out of it, the whole wanting to be his own man thing, living his truth, blah blah. What an utter waste of time. I could have told him, you know, that it wouldn't be worth it."

He falls silent for a second as Jon reaches out to stroke his hair out of his face, their eyes meeting. Jon looks about as interested in what Peter is ranting about as he would be in watching paint dry, which makes Peter want to smile.

"His bride is pretty at least," Jon comments, smoothing Peter's lapels down. "Her personality is- an acquired taste. But I suppose she makes a good addition to your family." He smiles a bit, returning his hands to Peter's tie. "And will look nice in the family portrait."

Peter sighs. "Great, thank you so much for reminding me of that ordeal. Well, all I can I hope is that they will hire someone who is quick with their work this time."

He glances over to Martin, who is still contemplating the sight of Peter, cradling his chin in his hand. It makes an adorable sight. "I'm glad you two are coming with me," he says, which makes Martin snap to attention.

"Well, we need to face your family sooner or later anyway." Martin laughs, the sound slightly high-pitched, scratching the back of his neck. "I won't lie, I'm a little nervous about it. Are you sure they won't mind there being two of us?"

"That's a good point," Jon says, still fiddling with Peter's suit. "Your family seems to be quite traditional about these matters."

All right, it seems like Peter will be forced to make a little prep talk. Peter extends his hand towards Martin.

"Come here," he says. "I want to say something to both of you."

Martin doesn't hesitate, walking over to them as Peter rests his hand on Jon's shoulder, pulling him a bit closer. He does the same with Martin once Martin is near enough, looking between the two of them.

"Is this going to be a speech?" Jon asks. "If so, let me sit down first."

"Very funny." Peter lets his hands slide down, to the smalls of their backs. "Yes, my family is very traditional in certain ways, but when it comes to spouses and potential spouses, all they want is that you'll be able to commit to the family duty. That's the only requirement."

He smiles, tugging Martin and Jon closer.

"I think we are managing that part quite well," he says. "We are all committed to the Lonely, yes?"

"I believe I quite literally wouldn't be here if I didn't," Jon says, which makes Peter snort. Martin nods, raising his arm around Peter's shoulders.

"Then we are good." He glances between Martin and Jon again. "I suppose you two should be getting ready too, although I'd much rather see you without your clothes."

Jon rolls his eyes at that, but there is a little smile on his lips before he pulls away. Martin is blushing slightly, but he meets Peter's eyes, smiling at him.

"Later," he promises.

[davy-zeppeli]

The guys in the hunger games verse would be absolutely screwed.

Like I feel like almost all of them would be turned into Avoxes

Mike would somehow invent a sign language filled with nothing but angry gestures

((Idk I’m trying to think of topics to keep your mind off things))

(Thank you Owl Friend 💕💚💕💚)

I can see Mike being a massive flop with a bow and arrow (memories of Peter and the Debutante) and having to resort to the most barbaric violence you've ever seen in your life

Davy would absolutely be one who sets up little traps and stuff, literally like a little rat who hides and camps

Micky would be skilled with survival training alongside Peter, but unlike Peter, Micky is strangely good with a spear for some reason? Peter is good at foraging however to make up for it.

I think they'd all refuse to kill each other initially, but I can see Davy being the first to cave and try to blow them up...