Summary: Ironically, the wayward Lukas hadn’t left the UK. They hadn’t even left London. They were less than an hour away from the Institute, working in a coffee shop nestled between a shoe store and a communal hall.

It was a modest affair, something that looked like it might have once served as a storage facility. Rugged brick walls, worn floorboards, and old furniture that creaked and groaned when people sat in them. A rustic sort of building. Jonah didn’t mind it, but it seemed a very unusual place to find a Lukas that had successfully gone through the family gauntlet and been selected as an avatar. It had a warmth to it, a homeliness that seemed incongruent with what the man behind the counter was.

Peter runs away from home. Jonah is tasked with locating him and finds himself intrigued.

And then there’s how he uses his abilities. Sure, he could be normal about hiring new employees, but that’s not nearly as cool as making an entire bar disappear on someone for no reason. And sure, he could just flick people into the Lonely once they’re sufficiently miserable on the Tundra because it’s just one person and it doesn’t need to be an entire event, but dragging everyone out onto a shitty lifeboat and using his ancestors whistle is way more ~aesthetic~. 

And the way he talks, I mean ‘So, your advice would be less murder?’ and ‘I mean, in the end, the only person that you really have is yourself’ and ‘I just thought we might have a chat. Alone.’ PETER, REALLY???

They’re so far out of the ballpark of ‘old men in love’ that the ball has disappeared into the ether. 

Just sharing some LonelyEyes fic I’ve enjoyed!

Satisfaction by thinkatory | 4k | Complete Summary: Peter is nothing if not comfortable with the status quo. "Don't you ever want to try something new, Peter?" "Like what?" Peter asks, in open sarcasm. "Skydiving?" "You might take a risk or two beyond the obvious." Elias hates his fascination with the perfect cut of Peter's suit, the angle of his jaw, the fullness of his lips. It's not a singular obsession, but it would be easy to set aside if only Peter wasn't such a tease. "Isn't there anything you've thought of doing in the last few years that isn't fooling around with work of the Lukas sort?" Peter drinks as he muses on that. "I've thought about making more trouble for you," he admits. "Did you want to make a bet? I'd like that." This goes about as well as you can imagine. Notes: A fic about a bet with Elias backfiring on Peter. Beautifully written, with on-point characterisation, entirely believable, and very hot.

Alone at the Edge of the Universe by PossiblyHuman | 20k | Incomplete Summary: He couldn’t help it. He was twelve, and had never been fond of reading. Perhaps if he had known this would have been his only chance to read this story, he would have paid more attention. Instead, he closed the book, stroking his hands over the coat one more time before hanging it back on the hook branded with his initials.There was a feeling of intense sadness, leaving it there like that. It tore at him, deep in his core as he walked to the door. Basically begging him to go back for it. He ignored it. If he could ignore the cries of his own siblings, a coat would never hold any sort of a sway over him.

(Or, a self indulgent au where the Lukas family are all repressed and cursed selkies, and Peter deigns to ignore that. Until he no longer can anymore.) Notes: I was completely uninterested in selkie fics until reading this, because it’s just that good. 

Simon Says by navree | 5k | Complete Summary: It is the surety of the sentence, the way that Simon is absolutely convinced in what he says, like it's the simplest fact.

Five times two very old men discussed the status of a young third party (and the one time that status changed). Notes: So emotionally devastating that I will never recover. All of this person’s fics are just brilliant, well-written and well-characterised, but this one is just heart-wrenching in a way that you don’t really expect with characters like these. I have to share in the sadness. Bonus: I don’t subscribe to the whole ‘Peter died to protect Elias’ secrets’ hc, but this person’s writing is so good I don’t even care.

A Net of Gossamer by navree | 11k | Complete Summary: Peter gives James a smile then, as uncharacteristic as anything for a Lukas, though it's just as sharp as the last time he did, like a mouth filled with knives and hard edges, and though light, filled with mockery. James finds that he doesn't necessarily mind it.

Notes: Another brilliant fic by Navree! All the compliments for Simon Says applies here too. 

Unwanted Looking-After by NevillesGran | 4k | Complete Summary: Peter all but fell out of the Forsaken, which had never happened before. He had also never been seen—worse, known so intimately. He had never, in his life or worst nightmares, spoken for twenty minutes straight about himself. “Come now, Peter," said Elias. "I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

Peter has lost a bet and just barely survived his encounter with the Archivist. His day gets worse from there. Notes: This fic lives rent-free in my brain. Like the others, magnificent characterisation, well-written, and the ending hit me like a freight train (in a good way. You know, a ‘whao that is an incredibly hot concept I’ve never considered before and I’m adding it to my degeneracy’ sort of way). 

365 daily affirmations for healing and positive thinking by serenfire | 5k | Complete Summary: The florist asks, “So, who should I address these flowers to?” Martin can't seem to get the words out. This was, unequivocally, a bad idea. Georgie gives Martin one last, wicked smile. “Write: To Peter Lukas. From Elias Bouchard.” This was a really, terribly awful, extremely bad idea, and it’s definitely going to end with Martin’s death. Notes: Absolutely hysterical.

get off (i'll only call you after if you say i can) by lewdwizard (sillywizard) | 1k | Complete Summary: There is a particular flavor of loneliness, Peter thinks, to anonymous sex. Two parties seeking closeness, connection, from a stranger, ending the night in an empty bed with nothing but the hollow satisfaction of an orgasm. The physical closeness plays so nicely off the emotional distance, sharing such intimacy with someone you will likely never see again. It should come as no surprise that, when on land, Peter tends to frequent glory holes. Notes: Just some hot, hot gloryhole LonelyEyes.

Summary: Peter glanced up at the clock, then back down at Elias. “Sex,” he said finally, choking out the word. 

Elias almost burst out laughing. “I beg your pardon?” 

“Sex. I need to have sex with you.” 

“I see,” said Elias, now grinning from ear to ear. “So, you’ve gotten yourself cursed, and the only way to break this curse is... to have sex with me? Is that right?” 

Peter looked very much like he wanted to sink into the earth until he suffocated and relieved himself of this terrible humiliation. “Yes.”