ambrosia🦇

how can i hate myself when i’m with you?

you’re the first to make me feel like a person, despite it all

i chose to end my own life long ago

instead, i was met with immortality

only you had the guts to rip my ribcage wide open

you spit my heart out as my lifeless body waited to be devoured by you

my peter, my wolf, why didn’t you want me?

yes, roman bit peter’s neck out of ‘anger’- but it was a desire he had long suppressed. way before anything happened between them. to taste peter’s blood on his tongue, pierce through his skin. feel closer to him, consume a part of him.

there were grudges being held. a bittersweet feeling lingered between the two- but there was never any actual hate between them. roman would have taken any excuse to bite peter in the past. but before all the bad blood between them, roman always decided not to- as he’d never want to hurt peter.

and no, you cannot tell me peter did not enjoy this. eyes closed, lips parted, it’s like he’s barely trying to stop him. roman gently holding peter’s face in his hands, forcing peter to look him in the eyes.

they have the kind of love that’s immortal, a soulmate bond, even though their upir and werewolf nature intended them not to be.

all it took was one note being passed during class. ‘can i watch?’ no context, no nothing. somehow they both knew- roman knew it was okay to ask, peter knew it was okay to show him.