#i'm being thrown into a blender i can't handle

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Not sure how monster centric this is, but I had a thought about a human Peter V asking Lucian to bite him and turn him into a werewolf so they can both be immortal together.

Not sure how inspiring this is, lol. But it’s the only thought I’ve got.

I had to think this one over cause I originally had an idea and then I realized, wait, no, don't write that idea, that sounds too much like a fic you read and that's not a good think, John.

Anyway, have this idea instead.

This isn't for any of my au cause I honestly don't remember if any of them have a human Peter anymore. (Maybe the one where he's an alchemist??? Does anyone even remember that idea???)

On with the fic!

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Peter was over Lucian, pinning him to the bed, sitting on his stomach. "Lucian." He said quietly, the mood in the air shifting from something passionate to something else.

This makeout session was completely thrown out the window by Peter's thoughts, thoughts he had been having for ages now. Made worse when he caught his reflection in the mirror in his room. A reminder of what had been on his mind for months, a thought that kept evolving and changing, and then cementing itself.

It was only a matter of time that he finally told Lucian what it was, and apparently now was better than never.

Lucian frowned softly, hearing the tone in Peter's voice. "What's the matter?"

"I... look, let's just get back to kissin', alright?" Peter leaned down, but rough fingertips were gentle against his lips, preventing him from kissing his boyfriend.

"Peter, talk to me. Something is clearly bothering you that you would stop trying to get into my pants."

Peter made a noise that sounded like gravel and glass caught in a blender, then he sighed. "Lucian, how long have we been together?"

"I'd say five years now."

"Five fuckin' fantastic years." Peter smiled a little before he swallowed, looking at Lucian's chest, at the scars there from ages of war and conflict. "But... let's be honest, babe, I'm not gettin' any younger, or healthier."

Lucian's frown deepened. "Are we breaking up?"

"Fuck, no! No! God, no, never!" Peter panicked. "No, it's just... Lucian, I'm gonna get old."

"It happens to humans."

"Yeah. Humans. Not immortal beings as hot as you."

"T-thank you?"

Peter groaned and rubbed at his face. "Lucian, what... what I'm trying to get at is that... I'm gonna get old. I'm gonna probably get sick. I'm shocked I haven't destroyed my liver yet, or haven't finally died yet from the hunting or a stunt gone wrong."

He inhaled deeply and looked at a worried Lucian. "What I'm asking of you is... is there a chance that you could bite me?"

The quiet that fell over them was heavy and worrisome. Lucian put his hands on Peter's thighs, gently squeezing them. "Peter, that is a very large thing you're asking of me."

"I know."

"It's dangerous, not everyone bitten survives."

"I know."

"I can't... I can't risk that."

"I know, I know!" Peter hissed, looking into those beautiful hazel eyes. "But Lucian, I don't want to die and leave you alone. You've been alone for so long, and you've told me before that you don't think you could handle havin' your heart broken again."

He moved to put a hand over one of Lucian's. "And I... I really don't want to get old and die, or get sick and die, or any of that shit. Does it mean giving up my humanity to live with you for so much longer? Yeah, but that's okay. I'd rather be a lycan than a vampire any day, I'll accept immortality if it's done by you."

Lucian closed his eyes, sighing through his nose. "It's a heavy request."

"Yeah, I get that. Do you... want to take time to think it over?"

"If that's alright with you, my love?"

Peter nodded and Lucian took his hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss one of the rings that still remained on his fingers. "Thank you. Give me time, I will let you know soon."

"Yeah." Peter nodded. "Yeah, okay, take all the time you need, babe."

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I bummed myself out, haha, which is made weird cause I'm listening to the musical numbers from the recent season of Only Murders in the Building so it's throwing my feelings into a tizzy.

[invidiia-blog1]

------ continued from ( x ) BEAUTEOUS IS NOT THE MERCY OF THE GODS, merely a slaughter of the skies --- a massacre against nature as the fulgurian’s tears corrode the strain of a fostering battle. rain over those of innocence, a populace of frightened believers, and prove to your lucian alternative how you are no more than a cowardly ancient. recoil into the heavens as a deified cretin --- ramuh, the distorted, and permit the audacity of the seas to breach over shores in torrential rebellion. king versus snake. how traitorous she must be; yet who is the greater sin? the half breed, of course. a ‘mortal’ of hapless sovereignty, monarch to a faded star --- an organ carved from the ribcage of a mother within pyre’s exertion. though he is not aware. drab eyes, granted they are wise beyond the millennia, lack the tragedy of a mother’s punishment; his mother’s punishment. however, clad in cloudburst’s wringing chill, izunia’s soulless blue hues mourn an omen securing his chest. there is always more to a tale, that much he is certain. the eyes and minds of those from the beginning must know more than that which they imparted, and for this his wrath will not be a godsend, but a serrated justice to be enforced upon the flesh of betrayers. POSTURES REBUKE, HISS AND RETORT. his words made their mark akin to an astral shard fracturing the earth --- mercilessly, yet with reluctant spite. nevertheless, the gravity of ‘love’ severs deeper into her neck. he must persist. how he hated this. izunia had cherished the sight of his brother’s smile: a time when he could anticipate the beauty of a morrow bound with the laughter of his sibling, all whilst ardyn doted on the flesh of this immersive pearl. the savior and the tide mother. they were an aspect of heaven; a faith unparalleled. she was as exquisite as the absenting glacean, and he could never touch her. not ever, else she would bite as a viper. only now as the gods’ scriptural judgment of the savior tore these brothers asunder, leaving the eldest to the monstrosities of the underworld and his reflection to bear the blade of his execution, shall izunia handle these beings as they should have been since time’s commence. of course, not before they tell him --- she tells him --- the truth behind their anointment. THE OVERT PAIN IN HER TONE, the struggle to suppress the tidal waves within her, acts as a mine within izunia’s stature; a fragile repository for repressed emotion. one wrong move, and the single pillar holding him true to odium shall collapse.

“   supposed to stand --- ? supposed to stand?! let me tell you where we were to stand ------ at the brink of humanity, with your hand in mine and ours’ in my brother’s. with the dawn upon our feet and the light in our eyes. your kind promised us a world of freedom --- of peace from the destruction at our door to salvation. only the savior must be the key --- to twist himself within latch’s slot and unlock this passage. clearly, i was wrong. you must have loved him, for no deity could be so benevolent ------ yet so impassive as to allow him this fate. you are too human. too cruel. your mercy did not return when he saved you, when he brought you here to our kingdom. i saw the destruction in your eyes. you would bring me nothing but misery, with your beauty --- and … his arm around yours …   ”   REPULSIVE WAS THE SLIT IN HIS SPEECH, a fissure within the remains of his psyche. he paused too long. he was defeating himself. izunia, you must nurture her abhorrence. for the tides must hate you as you hate yourself before you perish.

“   you dare not tell me what i can and cannot do, otherwise you prepare your hand for its constriction around my neck. ardyn must have endured the same, for how else could the darkness have plagued him so --- ? had you choked him until the last of his purity seeped through your fingers? or watched as he strangled himself, and did nothing to stop it? a snake is not protective. you know only venom. --------- i should have never allowed him to seek out your pact.   ”   LISTEN NOT TO HIS WORDS BUT WATCH FOR HIS GAME. izunia is a determined casualty. if he cannot take his own life, he must force the act upon the sea. hate him, tiamate. do not forgive. her discretion, of all its obscurity, is a hostile prospect. she will be goaded.