Here me out. 10 for that prompt list and Lonelyeyes.
Sorry it took me this long! Between lonelyeyes week and having to finish the good omens au, i was busy. Anyhow!! Here you go i had a fun writting this.
10. “you died and left me on the hook for a hereditary marriage contract”
Peter was furious, he read the paper in his hand, over and over again, till eventually he crumpled it in his hands and put it inside his pocket. He quickly put on his coat and went to the Magnus Institute at a quick pace.
The letter had been clear, there was no line that he could use to escape, no loophole. He even called his uncle on the way there, wanting to check just in case, but Nathaniel merely let out a sigh and told him it was in fact a clause that Mordechai had signed up with Jonah Magnus many years ago. It just so happened that no other head of the institute had any need to call upon it till now. James Wright instilled his right to it and now Peter was seemingly stuck. Cursing loudly he hangs up on his uncle telling him to keep it cool.
When he finally arrives at the building, he takes no time at all to make his way to the office of the new head of the place. Elias Bouchard.
Peter had liked James, in fact he had fancied him quite a bit, before his death, the two of them had a bit of a relationship. Which was fine by him, Peter came and went to the sea and back to land to spend some time with James whom he held fond feelings for. Quite…romantic in kind in all honesty.
He flushes just thinking about it. Unfortunately they were still working for opposing forces, therefore they were very prone to fights, so in his last trip, they got into a big one. Things were said. Peter left to simmer on his feelings for the next ten months, expecting to get back to James with a cool head. Unfortunately by the time he did come back he was informed the man was dead and he missed the funeral as well.
It really just…well it shook him quite badly, enough that he refused to go to the institute at all to meet the new head of the place. Telling Nathaniel he was done with it and to find someone else.
That of course didn’t seem to work for long, because now he got this stupid bloody letter!
Peter grumbles but he struggles to remember where the office is, he tends to get lost easily in the stupid building and the sensation of being watched made him feel sick, enough that it distracted him too much to properly know his location. Eventually he finds someone from staff who points him to the right direction and so he finds himself in front of James’ office.
Rosie tries to stop him but he starts to use the lonely when she picks up her phone and tells him after a few seconds that Elias shall see him. He quickly enters and closes the door behind him.
The man in front of him was sitting behind his desk with a set of glasses that were slightly sliding off his nose, they were red rimmed, which contrasted a lot with his dark gray suit.
“Ah, Mr. Lukas I was not expecting you today, what can I do for you sir?”
He almost deflates. Elias was at most a couple of years younger than Peter, maybe barely hitting his thirties. He was shorter than him, which he noticed when the man stood up and pointed to the seat in front of him. The feeling of being seen was present so at least the man knew what he was or James picked someone with promise for the spot.
Thinking of James makes his head hurt for a very specific reason.
“What you can do is get rid of this” He takes the crumpled paper from his pocket and slams it on the desk, sliding it towards Elias who picks it up and reads it. His eyebrows raise till eventually he looks up at him with a blank expression.
“This is a bit of a surprise to be honest, but unfortunately…i can’t do anything about it. I legally cannot undo the contract”
Peter chest burns.
“You cannot expect me to think its ok for James to pawn me off to you! We aren’t in the 18 or early 19 century. We don’t arrange arranged marriages anymore!”
Elias makes a sort of motion with his hand. “Maybe not here but its technically not-”
Peter glares at him. “I’m not going to marry you because James lost his mind before he died” He doesn’t like looking people in the eyes, it’s horrendous, instead Peter stares at the spot between their eyes. This is why he notices how Elias’ expression turns pinched and his mouth turns slightly downwards at his outburst.
“Mr.Wright was under all his faculties before his untimely demise Mr.Lukas. A heart attack is a heart attack, not a reason to question his sanity. Albeit its quite the shock that he thought about this. He did mention you to me, as he was training me. I presumed you two were close from the way he spoke of you…very hm, yes fond”
Peter shivers and steps back feeling that horrible sensation of eyes raking over his skin, of being known.
“Knock it off. He did not-”
But Elias nods and walks around the desk to stand in front of him.
“He did, I was very curious about what sort of person he would talk so fondly of, you know? Ah it was a pity when i found out you were quitting your place as the representative of your family, i wanted to meet you. Albeit of course also not under this circumstances”
Peter feels a mix between shame and…and he is not sure. Especially as Elias’ hands landed on his coat’s lapel, he was fixing up his lapels and letting his hands linger for a bit. Making his skin crawl and his face burn. Elias is handsome. He will give him that, he also has sharp eyes, the same color as James too, a very cool shade of gray.
Still-!
“Listen, I’m not the sort of person you get to know, that’s not how I work, but even less so…I don’t do arranged marriages! Why would James even think this is a good idea to begin with at all?!” Elias tilts his head and says he doesn’t know.
“But it’s not such a bad thing isn’t it?”
Peter gapes at him.
“What?”
Elias smirks at him, his lip slightly lifting upwards, it was both very nice on his face but also very insufferable.
“Take it as an opportunity, besides i talked to Nathaniel on the phone and he was mentioning something about you perhaps soon having to find a wife, since you were now no longer doing business with the Institute” Peter didn’t know-
His face burns in shame about this little bastard knowing so much about him and yet Peter had nothing on him. “He wouldn’t-”
A tap on the chest makes him look down at Elias. What a…handsome devil.
“But he would, now as I said, you can call this a blessing in disguise. Arranged as it is, we can make this work. You still travel, and leave for most of the year as you Lukas tend to do. I’m busy and I don’t have time to dwell too much in relationships, they all bring me headaches. So…a transaction if you may. A marriage in name but its more of a…collaboration if you will?”
Swallowing a bit he asks carefully what that would entail. Elias smirk gets more wicked and there is something on the way he does it that just tickles the back of his brain. There is something so very…familiar in the motion.
“Well, for one, I do not like your replacement, I can tell you that right now. Conrad is a prick” Peter can’t help but snort and smile just a bit, a hint really.
“Yes, that tracks”
Elias’ eyes flutter and Peter has to look elsewhere, he is handsome, so what? Peter is still placed in a binding contract between entities and a marriage that he never asked for.
“Still what else? I want to win something out of this whole farce”
Elias walks around him like a predator measuring up with their prey, it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
“Well, I only want some time to talk, perhaps dinner if you may. It is a marriage, perhaps not conventional or legal yet, but one made by our predecessors and bound by our entities. Quite the thing isn’t it? As for you, well, what is more lonely than this? A marriage with no love?”
It is true, but that’s not…
What fuels his loneliness is not the complete lack of something, but an absence. Peter is lonely because there is something to miss. An empty relationship as miserable of an affair as that is, doesn’t feed his patron at all, because its not making him lonely, just miserable. Fun for a watcher not for Forsaken.
“I’m afraid you are going to need something else to sell it out to me, Mr.Bouchard. That’s not how it works for me”
“Oh? And how is that then? Aren’t you sad about what happened to Mr. Wright? Isn’t it lonely enough to be married to someone else than the person you actually…cared about?” He was sure he was going to say love, in that case Peter would have just sent Elias to the lonely. Clenching his fists he tells him through clenched teeth to watch it.
Elias’ eyes narrow and his expression turns wicked.
“Why? Isn’t it the truth? Mr.Wright was fond of you but i’m sure he got over it quickly when you left him”
Peter stares and then grabs him by the tie, gripping it tightly as Elias smiles at him. “Grinning little freak, shut up”
“Perhaps that was what did it, you wore down his heart” Peter face twitches and Elias eyes seem to drink it all in.
“I am going to get rid of this little contract, after all who cares if you are dead right?”
The beholder laughs and grips his wrist tightly with a hand as he leans so close to his face Peter has to step back, yet Elias follows.
“Do that, and I will shove so many memories of other people’s lives and their thoughts about you that you will turn into a blubbering mess Peter dear, don’t test me. Im being kind darling”
The niggling sensation on the back of his brain intensifies, the tone, the posture, the bossiness.
The eyes.
“Well, its a good thing i dont give a shit about James, he was a douchebag and he had a horrible sense of fashion too, you on the other hand have a nicer look” Elias face turns outraged for a second too long, his eyebrows twitching in consternation. Peter grips him by the jaw. “What the fuck James?!”
His expression turns blank and then resigned before going to be amused. “I suppose I gave my hand away too early, huh? Hello Peter” Oh he is going to kill him for sure. “Oh sod off, you won't”
“Stop messing with my head!”
“Stop making it so easy darling. Put some more effort into shielding those thoughts. Now, about that marriage-”
Peter headbuts him. “You fuck-” Elias is grabbing his forehead, his expression turned into that of outrage. “What is your blood problem-”
“My problem?! You died and left me on the hook for a hereditary marriage contract!!! What the hell is wrong with you! What- How are you alive, what is this? What the bloody hell is going on!”
Things devolve for a while, mostly into Elias explaining while looking sour that he was in fact Jonah Magnus, that he swaps bodies, that he changed his and when Peter did not come to meet his new body he had to find a way to drag him back. He was going to wait till there was a founding party, but Nathaniel did in fact talk about making Peter find a wife soon and Elias…
Oh Elias was possessive. Peter could see it in the way he described his plan and the way he grabbed onto him as they sat on the small loveseat in his office. The way his hands touched him and his lips curved up in smirks that had him flush.
“So I invoked the right to pass you along, honestly Mordechai and I were really drunk when we made that clause back then. Neither of us were actually thinking clearly, it was a wild weekend. What can I say? When you mix your vices and bring in your friends..”
“Ugh, can we not- I dont want to know how you fucked my grandfather. That’s just gross”
“Pity”
He glares as a warning so Elias lifts his hands in surrender.
“So…”
Peter holds his face in defeat. “I’m not marrying you. Not now”
There is a long pause, Peter knows what his words mean, the implications. Elias probably can see it too, is likely smirking like the Cheshire cat.
“Now?”
“Just- just shut up would you? Just…” Peter doesn’t want to marry, not now, not like this, let alone not when he is processing a lot of information that he is trying to be cool with in such a short amount of time. “Let me think”
“Be my guest”
Like this he just tries to sort his thoughts and what he found out and eventually he reckons, the best course of action is to keep going as they were. For now at least. “I’m going to continue to work, and drop by to…talk about business”
Elias’ expression is guarded, Peter rubs his own jaw deep in thought, the cons about this whole thing are growing, are exponential, this whole thing is wrong and will have dire consequences for him.
Yet the pros….
Well Peter was a gambler at heart. What’s life without a bit of spice? Without a bit of a spark to make things interesting? Elias, James, Jonah or whatever he wants to call himself is his spark of chaos. Painful as it is to admit it.
“Dinner? Your place or mine”
He can see the momentary surprise at the acceptance. Soon it flickers into smugness, but Peter brushes it off.
“Oh? Is that so-”
“Well yes, I haven’t gone out with Elias Bouchard yet, perhaps i don’t like him, perhaps you are…boring, or perhaps you are interesting enough to keep around. Maybe to even stay over at my flat”
Elias’ face is wild. “Maybe i find you boring instead”
Yet Peter shakes his head in fond exasperation. “If you did, you wouldn’t have basically trapped both of us into an arranged marriage under the suspicion that I would soon find a wife. So, dinner this friday? Your treat this time since you basically almost made my blood pressure burst”
The chuckle is a mockery, but it suits Elias and its…he has a lovely voice. Charming and low and makes something twist on his gut.
“I can live with that. For now we can be engaged, that at least will keep your family off your back, isn’t that great?”
Lord.
“You are so horrible” Elias’ hand touches his cheek.
“I am and yet here you are?”
Here is indeed. Peter tilts his head to brush his lips against his palm, he can see pink on his cheeks for the first time and he really is starting to like the idea of figuring Elias out. He seems more expressive than James. With a hum he leans downwards and kisses him.
Its different but also familiar. He feels arms wrap around his neck and when the kiss deepens a bit too much, Peter retreats and starts to drift into the lonely to meditate a bit about this whole thing.
“Asshole”
Peter laughs this time at the pout on Elias’ lips when he begins to slip away from his grasp. “Pot and kettle you utter insane bastard. I’m going to try and process the whole 200 year old dandy thing, now, see you on friday Mr.Bouchard”
Peter is almost gone when he hears him say goodbye.
“-Mr.Lukas, its a pleasure to meet my new fiance”
Peter’s face burns all of a sudden as Elias gets the last word in before laughing at him.
Horrible man!
Yet…it does serve him well.
Enough that in a few years he will propose to him properly this time, with rings and a silly post it note to seal the deal. Curse him for being charming and a bastard, he is weak to such things.