#lynda rumancek

[untamedlobo]

Adding Lynda Rumancek as a secondary character on this blog she won’t be as active but she’ll be here :3

[cocaineskarsgard]

juicy fruit

roman likes to chew gum. a specific yellow kind. peter can smell the flavor of it whenever roman flips open the pack and pops a piece into his mouth. blowing a small bubble and winking at him from across the room.

tease.

peter thought about roman a lot. pure and sinful things. but, he never could tell him how he felt. he stared a lot too.

“peter, what are you staring at?” letha asks.

“nothing, nothing.” he shakes his head, shaking out thoughts of roman. he can smell the gum. roman walks up to the two of them and wraps an arm around lethas shoulders.

“let’s get you home. peter, do you want a ride?” he asks. juicy fruit on his breath, simple and sweet. peter chokes out a ‘sure’, they get in the truck. the jaguar was in the shop for the day. oil change probably.

they drop letha off and peter moves to the front seat.

“do you want to go home, my place, or go fuck around at the mall?”

“could we go to your place? i know lynda won’t be home until tonight. kinda don’t wanna be home alone.” peter laughs.

roman smiles, he throws his old gum out the window, and gets a new piece.

“all that sugar is gonna rot your teeth roman.” peter looks at him. roman shrugs. he pulls over to the side of the road. he twists in his seat, hands still on the steering wheel, he blows a bubble and it pops loudly. startling peter.

“shee-it. no it won’t.” roman laughs, driving home, the drive is quiet, only the soft sound of simon and garfunkel from the radio. as they pull into the driveway, peter notices he was still staring at roman.

“you have a staring problem rumancek.” roman laughs. getting out of the truck, peter smirks.

they both enter the house. large, clean, vintage. roman goes up the stairs, his room with the steel rings from the mill hung in his wall.

peter walks in behind him and sits on the bed, laying against the silk pillows. roman sits on the corner of the bed, facing him.

“why the fuck do you chew so much gum?” peter asks, roman smirks.

“to make you ask questions.” he replies. peter rolls his eyes.

“what’s the real reason?”

“it’s grounding. helps keep me calm when my ocd gets out of hand.” roman chews on the inside of his lip.

“why don’t you have medication?”

“olivia doesn’t think i actually have it.”

“quit chewing on your lip.” peter says, a hint of stress in his voice. roman stops.

“everything okay?”

peter nods, unable to find words. his eyes shift to romans lips.

“something on your mind?” roman asks, laying on his side.

“you could say that yeah.”

“someone?” peter nods. picking at his finger nails. nervous. he just needs to get the words out. the feelings started at a party. roman was given a dare of sorts, to tease him. rile him up. leave him wanting more. now of course roman was high. still conscious enough to know what he was doing. peter had to leave the party early due to a “phone call” from lynda about casper needing food.

thoughts swirled in his head about that night.

romans hands in his hair, pulling it into a ponytail. pressing small kisses to his neck, nipping at his ears. touching his thighs.

“peter?” roman waves his hands in front of peters face. he shakes his head.

“i-i uh- i should get going.” peter looks down. he stands and goes to the door, roman follows him, grabbing his wrist.

“peter. talk to me. what’s wrong?” genuine concern crossed romans face. peters cheeks heat up, his throat feels dry and he just needs to say it.

say it. say it. say it!

“i love you, roman.” the whisper is barely audible.

“what?”

“fuck.”

“just say it. whatever it is.”

“i love you, roman.” louder now, roman stares at him.

peter tried to pull his wrist away. he manages, he opens the door and roman throws out his gum, following him. he catches up to him in the kitchen. he presses his hips against the kitchen table and kisses him. peter gasps a bit. roman smiles into the kiss.

“your lips taste like juicy fruit.”

“you love it.”

peter reaches around to romans back pocket, and grabs the half used pack of gum, he takes out a piece and pops it in his mouth. smirking at roman.

“tease.” roman kisses him again. peter smirks and licks romans bottom lip.

sweetness.

[edhellfire]

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

@untamedlobo

The sarcasm behind Peter's words was more than enough to make Eddie want to smack him upside the head. If anyone knew that Eddie Munson wasn't heartless, it was Peter Rumancek. They were way too damn close for Peter to think that. That sarcasm was annoying as shit though.

Lynda was away, had been for about a week now, some family thing or something. Peter had school so he didn't go. Nothing unusual. Peter Rumancek and Eddie Munson had practically raised themselves. So Eddie invited Peter for dinner. Nothing fancy. Boxed Mac and Cheese, with some Munson tweaks and a rack of BBQ ribs to share.

Hearing Peter though, Eddie slowly pulled the plate away from him.

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Your My Daughter

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43815606

by Acron864

“Your My Daughter”

The alpha pack come to Beacon Hills and Deucalion discovers his daughter Stiles. Seeing that Stiles is a werewolf by blood and a witch but is being mistreated by most of the Hale pack Deucalion offers to take her away and help her. Feeling unappreciated by the pack Stiles agrees but after an incident with the Argents reveals Stiles’s heritage she and the alpha pack leave to continue helping her. What happens when they arrive in the small Pennsylvanian town of Hemlock Grove and what will happen when she returns to Beacon Hills.

Words: 2135, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Hemlock Grove

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Deucalion (Teen Wolf), Ennis (Teen Wolf), Kali (Teen Wolf), Ethan (Teen Wolf), Aiden (Teen Wolf), Cora Hale, Derek Hale, Peter Rumancek, Roman Godfrey, Letha Godfrey, Shelley Godfrey (Hemlock Grove), Christina Wendall, Lynda Rumancek, Destiny Rumancek, Claudia Stilinski

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Deucalion & Stiles Stilinski, Letha Godfrey/Peter Rumancek, Roman Godfrey & Peter Rumancek

Additional Tags: Female Stiles Stilinski, Deucalion is Stiles’s Father, Stiles Stilinski Leaves the Pack, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Bad Parent Sheriff Stilinski, Good Peter Hale, Good Alpha Pack, Letha Godfrey Lives, Christina Wendell Lives, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Witch Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale is Bad at Feelings

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43815606

[landons-librarian]

Peter and Lynda Rumancek || Hemlock Grove

[peach-coke]

➤ Hemlock Grove || 1.02 – The Angel

[bonniebirddoesgifs]

Bonniebirddoesgifs:

Peter Rumancek and Lynda Rumancek (Hemlock Grove) - Credit if using

[fly-on-my-sweet-angel]

[certifiedskywalker]

The Wolf - Peter Rumancek

You and Peter have been dating for a while, even as he and Roman are hunting the vargulf. One day, you watch him turn into his wolf form and you can’t help but worry yourself into a mess. Luckily, Peter promises that he’ll be okay. Or will he be?

“You don’t have to watch, Y/N. You can go home, I’ll be alright.” You shook your head and Peter gave you a fond smile. He reached his hands to the sides of your face and pulled you in for a kiss. His slightly chapped lips pressed against yours softly, his beard tickling the skin of your cheeks. The sensation made you smile into the touch, your worry melting away.

“Ahem,” you and Peter parted at the sound of Roman’s voice. You curled your lips together and glared up at the tall boy. “What? I want to catch the fucking vargulf,” Roman snapped, his cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers.

“Alright, chill,” Peter said, dropping his hands from your face. He gave you a soft look, his bright blue eyes holding your gaze like a promise. You reached for his hand quickly, giving it a squeeze. Peter shot you a boyish smile, but you just stared at him.

“Be safe, okay? I need you here with me.” Peter nodded at your words, leaning towards you to press a soft peck on your forehead.

“I’ll be okay,” he promised and you could almost hear Roman’s eyes rolling in their sockets. Before he could snap at them again, Peter parted from your touch, leaving you cold and wanting his warmth again. He walked over to a more clear section of the trailer and started to strip off his clothes. Roman glanced at you, as if ready to make a joke, but your eyes were downcast with worry. Your thoughts were of the worst case scenario: Peter not coming back.

The sound of the trailer door opening and then slamming shut caused your thoughts to disperse. As you moved your gaze, you made eye contact with Lynda. She seemed to sense your fear and walked past Roman to get to you. Peter’s mom wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a small hug.

“He’ll be okay,” she said, “he’s done this before.” You nodded, giving Lynda a thankful smile. You looked up at Peter, now fully nude, as he slicked his hair back.

“Hold up,” Roman said, pulling a piece of fabric out of his pocket. “This was near one of the bodies,” he explained to you and Lynda. He walked over to Peter, offering it to him for a sniff. Your boyfriend gave his friend a nod. Roman stepped back to where you and Lynda now stood.

Peter breathed in a steady breath and opened his eyes. He gave you a reassuring smile as your eye met. You nodded at him, still feeling that pinprick of worry in your heart. The instant after, the snapping of bones under flesh began and Peter fell on all fours. You furrowed your brows and wished with all your heart you could stop what was happening. Peter’s cries in pain soon turned into animalistic howls.

You closed your eyes then, unable to see what was next. You felt Lynda’s hand rested against your upper back, moving against your coat soothingly. It was hard to imagine that Peter’s own mother could watch the scene; but then again, she was probably used to it by now.

When Lynda tapped your shoulder, you looked up timidly. Your eyes moved to where Peter had once been and you saw the dark colored wolf. It, Peter, turned his head, letting you look into it’s feral, yellow eyes. The wolf stepped forwards for a moment, shaking it’s head as if to tell you that he was, in fact, okay. You smiled, feeling tears stinging at your eyes.

“Find it,” Roman said and the wolf, Peter, seemed to understand. He turned tail and ran off into the woods that surrounded the trailer. “I’m going to try to keep up with him in the car,” Roman said as he turned to you and Lynda. “I won’t let him get hurt.”

“Thank you, Roman,” you said softly, your voice faltering a little as you spoke. The tall boy nodded and then started towards the stairs to get to his car.

“You did good, Y/N,” Lynda said calmly. “The first few times are always the worst. Do you want to come inside for a bit? You can stay here until he gets back,” she offered.

“I would like that,” you said and Lynda started to lead you inside. The Rumancek’s trailer smelled like herbs, smoke, and the trashy cologne Peter wore. Somehow, the mixing scents gave you a sort of comfort as you sat on the couch. Lynda walked over, mugs of tea in her hands. You accepted it graciously, taking a sip of the hot liquid.

“That’ll help you get some sleep. It’s going to be a while till he comes back so you might as well rest.” Lynda said, giving you a smile. “At least, that’s what it’s suppose to do. You just have to let go of your fear and relax. Peter’s a big boy, he’ll be alright.” As much as you felt she was telling that to you, you couldn’t help but think she was also trying to reassure it to herself.

“Thank you, Lynda,” you said, already feeling your eyes start to droop. The tea worked fast. Peter’s mom gave you a smile and gently took the mug from your hand.

“You can go sleep on Peter’s bed. His room is the farthest down the hall.” You nodded and stood up on somewhat shaky legs. You trailed down the hall and turned to the right when you reached the end of it. Peter’s room was hardly decorated, but his clothes were just about everywhere. You smiled and shook your head before shucking off your coat and setting it on a chair. You slipped off your shoes as well, than climbed into his bed. As soon as your head hit Peter’s pillow, sleep opened it’s dark embrace.

Despite the aid of the tea, your restful sleep lasted for ten minutes. Visions of a wolf, tracking through the forest only to get shot and killed played through your head. The cry that escaped it’s snout wasn’t a howl, it was Peter’s voice yelling out for help.

You could feel yourself tossing and turning in Peter’s bed, but you remained trapped in the nightmare’s clutches. You mumbled out your boyfriend’s name, as your dream focused on the dying wolf. The blood was everywhere, around it’s mouth and out of a hole it’s chest.

It’s yellow eyes started to fade into grey, then the same bright blue as Peter’s. Suddenly the dying wolf lifted it’s head, it’s dark fur matted with it’s own blood. Your vision seemed to hammered in the look in the wolf’s eyes; one of panic and pain.

“Y/N?” Peter’s voice escaped the wolf’s snout, it’s mirroring blue eyes widened on it’s dog-like face. You felt yourself shaking, but before you woke up the wolf lunged at you as you could now been seen in your own dream. “Y/N!”

Your eyes flew open and you looked up. Peter’s blue eyes, like the wolf’s in your dream, were wide with fear. You jumped up off his bed and into your boyfriend’s arms. Peter’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to his bare chest. He smelled like the woods and little bit of the metallic scent of blood.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmured as your arms tightened his neck. “What happened?”

“It was,” you swallowed, suppressing the sobs that threatened to spill over. “It was a nightmare. I saw you, as a wolf and-” The sobs took over anyway. Peter’s arms tightened around your waist and he pressed a kiss to your head.

“Whatever you saw, it didn’t happen. I’m here, I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go.” You nodded against his chest, wishing that you could stay in his arms like that forever; but you had no idea what time it was anymore.

“What time is it?” You managed to get out. Peter pulled away from you, just enough to look into your eyes. He reached up and brushed some hair out of your face.

“Seven in the morning,” he said softly and you eyes widened.

“We have school,” you said, looking around for your coat and shoes. You glanced over at Peter, who stared at you with affection in his features. “What?”

“Skip with me, just today,” he said tiredly and you realized you hadn’t even thought about the night he could’ve had. You nodded and put down your coat, walking back over to him. He wore on boxer shorts, leaving the ‘g’ on his side completely exposed.

You reached out and let your hand brush against the mark, looking at it as you did. Peter smiled down at you, feeling his tiredness start to take over. He gently grabbed your arm and led you back to his bed. He laid on his side, while you too the spot closest to the wall.

You both faced each other at first, staring into the other’s eyes like you were having a silent conversation. When you felt your eyes start to grow heavy again, you scooted closer to Peter’s warmth. He turned on his back, letting you rest your head on his chest.

“Did you find it?” You asked quietly.

“No,” Peter said sadly, “we found another body.”

“I’m sorry, Peter,” you mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

“I am too,” he whispered and you leaned up slightly. Looking down into his face, you could see worry in his expression. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his gently. The hand he had on your back moved and traveled to the back of your neck. Peter’s other hand moved to cup your cheek as you kissed him softly.

“You’re trying,” you said, pulling away from his lips. You looked down at him through half-lidded eyes and Peter looked even more tired. “And I love you for that,” you added.

“I love you,” Peter whispered, “a lot.” You smiled and pecked his lips one last time before settling back against his chest. Your eyes started to shut and you felt Peter’s arm tighten around your waist. You felt your fears melt away as his hold on you put all of the missing parts back into place; your nightmare, the wolf, forgotten for now.

[untamedvargulf]

Heart Heart Head

So when season 3 happened I wrote this little Fic about Lynda .. and well it’s not finished but here it is might finish it later !!

season 3 spoilers under read more !

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Heart Heart Head

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"Just do it man! It's over !" The upir gasped his body broken and unresponsive as he stared at the animal that used to be his friend/something more. "My body is broken and look at you! You're gonna live out the rest of your days as goddamn animal !"

The beast in question flinched as if the words physically hurt, and whined ears laid back as the large white wolf trembled slightly, even now instincts and heart fighting against each other . With one last weak growl the animal walked up to the upir and Quickly lunged for the throat snapping the neck for an instant kill, a small mercy that the last human part of

Peter could give to his suffering friend, before Digging into the tall boy's chest and pulling out the heart walking away feeling as if his own heart had been pulled out as well, tears in the wolfs eyes before he sunk into the oblivion of insanity .

Lynda woke up with a gasp, breathing heavily and feeling tears fall down her face as she clutched her Chest small sobs leaving her shaking frame.

Something was wrong something had happened to her baby boy, her good little boy .. Her good little man. She could feel it in the same way she felt the crack go through her entire body, when the doctor snapped Peter's collar bone in half. in order to help the newborn get unstuck from her birth canal.

She rushed to the bathroom and lurched over the toilet giving up the remains of dinner as she curled into a ball.

Zenada one of Peter's great Aunts placed a hand on her shoulder, "O simt de asemenea, acest lucru este ceva nu mama vrea să treacă prin , voi spune o rugăciune pentru sufletul său înainte de a pleca"

(i feel it too, this is something no mother wants to go through, I will say a prayer for his soul before you leave. )

The old woman gave Lynda a towel to wash her face and left yelling for husband to wake his lazy ass up and find her prayer book and light the candles and prepare a small offering for a safe journey.

The morning sun was just breaking over the Carpathian Mountains, when the small family sat in a circle candles surrounding a picture of a younger Peter around Four or Five holding a slightly disgruntled Black Cat and grinning delightedly up at the family. His hair wasn't as long but it did flop around like a mop.

Lynda felt a lump in her throat as she reached for the picture but stopped they were not allowed to touch the dead an old tradition to stop the spread of the plague.

Zenda and her Husband Alek, sat next to the grieving mother.

Zenda placed a hand on her shoulder, "Nicolai will meet him in the meadows don't worry.." She squeezed her shoulder and brought out the small plate of food an offering for the spirit to help him on his journey.

Alek took a breath before starting the prayer, Lynda closed her eyes and tried not to sob as much during the service.

It was a while after standing outside in their small yard that they burned all the letters Peter ever sent his mother, so his spirit wouldn't have any reason to linger behind.

When the smoke cleared and all that was left was ashes Zenda came up to the grieving mother, "..you know what you must do.. His soul won't rest Until it is done.. Think of it as letting him sleep.." She placed a hand on Lynda's shoulder. ".. The Rumancek line was destined for tragedy since the beginning when vârcolac fell in love with Upir. You know Mikal did not mean to hurt that cold girl child Olivia .. Upir breed she was.

He came back to her after selling the items and getting money for them both but by then she was gone and blood was in water.. They were never meant to be.." She gave her shoulder a squeeze, she knew what it meant to marry a Rumancek, many tribes have heard the story and seen the way the Vargulf's ran amok in the family line, Nicolai her husbands poor younger brother .. The pain and destruction he caused near the end of his days.

Perhaps this was a good thing the Rumancek's kept the Vargulf from spreading to other tribe's moon children, by sadly setting the example of what not to do.

Never change on wrong moon,

Never fall in love with Upir, they can't love anyway.

Never marry a Rumancek they will eat you whole .

A few weeks later Lynda found herself with some new forged documents and passport on a plane heading back to the states, to hemlock grove.

She landed at Harrisburg international and got through customs with little hassle her documents making their way through security, she then got herself a little rental car and small motel to stay the night, she felt strangely numb, as if everything was a dream. She was back in the states , she was here to see her son one last time before-.

She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, she still looked normal not like a mother who just lost everything, who was here to put her son to sleep.

She tried to get herself to cry to feel something but it was like there was a ice cold wall around her, it was both a blessing by God and a curse from her heritage.

She was grateful for the cold numbness that surrounded her, protected her from the reality of the situation helped her eat like normal and tip the friendly waitress at the all night diner near her motel.

She was sipping some tea and staring off when suddenly she caught site of her baby boy her little Peter, he was 6 years old and charming some of her old coworkers into getting him some extra ice cream secretly of course.

They just couldn't resist his little blue-green eyes, those were the same eyes that begged Lynda to let them keep a cat even though they spent most of their time on the road, the same eyes that held such an intense hint of sadness and guilt whenever he asked if he was the reason he didn't have a daddy like other boys.

Those same eyes that lit up whenever she brought him a sketchbook for his birthday and always held a gentle warmth for the few special people in his life.

Lynda blinked and suddenly it was all gone she was sitting in a nearly empty diner holding on to a tea cup for dear life, the ice wall had its first small crack.

She got up and left putting her jacket back on and her hands touched the pearl necklace briefly remembering their first day in hemlock grove and how her son had gotten her a moving in present with his ever so clever five finger discount.

Another tiny crack appeared in her wall.

She walked back to her motel room and just crawled into bed letting the numbness take her to sleep. She was in California again Peter was 9, and was walking in front of her. they were in the redwood forest the trees were as tall as skyscrapers and she felt so small and unimportant underneath them, and yet her son did not, he felt at home here, as he told her all about the things he found on his full moon run here and all the animals he either chased off or timidly befriended.

"...Would you ever like to stay here Peter?." She asked wondering if her son ever wanted to just settle and maybe be normal well as normal as a young werewolf could be.

Peter turned towards her and tilted his head to the side, ".. Stay? Like forever?" He asked,

".. Perhaps " she smiled, ". We could get a house maybe an apartment more cats and you can keep going to school here"

Peter was quiet for a moment before shaking his head and scrunching up his face "..no I'd miss our car too much.. I like the road I like driving with you .." He then ran to her and hugged her tightly. "..its just me and you mama! forever!" He suddenly turned as he saw something that caught his eye, a bright yellow bird flew by, he was chasing it and Lynda suddenly found herself unable to move. She could only watch as a large white .. Beast that was the only thing to describe the wolf like creature a beast a Vargulf jumped out and ate her little boy whole right in front of her-

Lynda woke up with a shuddering gasp holding her chest and feeling tears prick at her eyes but they didn't fall they too were kept behind the ice wall the closed around her as she sat there in bed. She ran her hands through her hair and gently touched the necklace. ".. You're in my heart.. In my head .." She mumbled to herself an old Lullaby from when Peter was a baby, barely a month old and colicky.

Soon she was in her rental car passing by the welcome to Hemlock Grove sign, her ice wall still protecting her as she drove into the main part of town and stopped by destiny's place, where was her niece? Wasn't she getting married? Why did she never write back?

She parked not to far off and was soon walking down some familiar streets she walked up the stairs to destiny's flat and knocked on the door, perhaps her niece could help with this numbness that seemed to be her very being.

She waited as she heard someone come near the door and was surprised to see a young dark skinned male with long dreadlocks answer the door.

".. can I help you?" The man asked confused as to why there was an older woman in his doorway.

". ... .... uh n-no I'm sorry I just thought .. um my niece used to live here .. she was the former tenet do you know if she moved?" Lynda asked trying to keep the panic out of her voice.

".. uh no mam sorry apparently there was some sort of accident and the lady went missing got this place for cheap cause of it .." he shrugged .

".. oh.. ok.. thank you so much .." she quickly turned and left walking briskly out of the apartment complex.

Destiny wasn't missing she could feel it .. she was.- . She didn't want to think about it .

Lynda went back to her Rental car and drove around for a bit, heading up to the old trailer when something ran across the road, a large white dog? No that wasn't a dog, her heart lept in to her throat as she watched the wolf run away from a nearby flower shop a small bundle of mix matched flowers in its maw as the owner screamed at him and threw some rocks already dialing animal control.

The wolf ran in front of her car and down the road, Lynda quickly followed praying that it was just a random wolf and not her son.

She followed it for sometime and was surprised to see it slip into hemlock grove's cemetery.

She parked her car on the side of the road and got out opening the gate and trying to find him again.

[untamedlobo]

Lynda’s bio is up!

[aurorarebeka]

[unusualbill]

[atomicbliss]

me: alright, time to sleep

my brain: Lynda will never get to see Peter and Destiny again, and she's left wondering what the hell happened

me: shit

[rozwell-endzwell]

Headcanon

Peter and Lynda (and probably Nicolae too), like all cat owners, refer to Fetchit/Casper as

"Naughty boy" "Stinky bastard man"

And when he has to be shut in the back room for a moment he's "being punished for his crimes"

Bonus:

Roman and Letha, having never had cats, are absolutely appalled by this

[claracivry]

- Same, Lynda, same