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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago

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22,23, & 24 with Peter Rumancek please?❤❤

(A/N): So... I am sorry... for how long this took... and I hope that the fact that this is more thought might make it seem better than anything else I might have written...

Also I love Peter, so... if you want to send anything else... please do... I love my dumb wolf...

I hope you’ll enjoy this sweetie!

WARNINGS: Mention of Public Sex, Jealousy, Werewolves Being Idiots.

22) “Mine.

23) “We cant do that here!”.

24) “Behave.”.

“Behave” you mumbled, meanwhile Peter tried to lower your shirt, so that he could bite your shoulder to push a mark on it “We can’t do that here”.

Because you obviously couldn’t fuck in some stranger’s house, meanwhile the rest of Peter’s family was celebrating someone’s birth…

… and you were just fucking like rabbits in the first darkened hallways you had found.

Everyone was in the garden enjoying the sunlight and warmth, and you were dealing with your werewolf boyfriend, trying to calm him down after one of the guys at the party had tried to chat you up, and even worse… he had ducked in to kiss you.

Hadn’t Destiny been ready enough to push the idiot away at the last minute, he would have been probably dead by Peter’s hands and she had told you to drag him away, from there, before he exploded.

Peter usually wasn’t the jealous type, although he would get mopey if you spent some time with Roman, which you did usually just to avoid that the upir did something stupid (like sticking his dick in other blonde girls), but he never showed true aggressive jealousy like in this case.

“…mine” he simply huffed, before he hurriedly brought his hands to sweep your legs out of you, pushing them onto his waist and you had to immediately link your arms behind his head to balance your body, against his.

When you were more stable, you immediately sent an annoyed look at his way, pulling onto his hair, to get him to finally face you, meanwhile he just growled at you, as if your gesture wasn’t nothing more than teasing at him.

And he enhanced the thought of it pushing his hands to knead your breasts, already heavy for your arousal… and something more.

Something which you had been hiding from Peter due to his past experiences.

“… why are you like this?” you mumbled, right onto his lips, as you finally managed your ‘wolf’ to focus on you “… you usually can control yourself better”.

“That’s because it isn’t only about you that I am worried” and quickly his hand moved from your breasts onto your stomach, enhancing the concept he had spoken about, meanwhile your eyes opened, at his revelation that he knew about it all “… you are pregnant, (Y/N), aren’t you?”.

You hadn’t felt well a week prior to the event and Destiny had suggested that you did a test, although you were sure that it wouldn’t be necessary.

‘I am on birth control’ you had mumbled, meanwhile Destiny handed you the positive stick ‘… how the fuck…?!’.

‘You screwed a werewolf, not a human, honey’ mumbled Destiny, meanwhile she pushed herself to reach down her ass to the floor, so that you could be at the same level ‘…this is the least weird thing that might happen to you, sweetie’.

You hadn’t been able to tell it to Peter, not wanting to awaken some bad memories about Letha, so you had just thought that you would let him know as soon as you felt ready, even offering of taking care of the baby on your own, hadn’t he wanted it.

You couldn’t even think about that possibility without tearing up.

“This morning, when we woke up, all tangled…” you definitely remembered the tenderness of waking up softly next to him “… you smelt different, I thought it was just a different perfume or something… and then it hit me: you are with child, (Y/N)”.

The room had gone so silent that you were sure that a little pin falling would be heard.

The party outside stilling, meanwhile you waited for Peter to decide.

Your breath stuck in your lungs, meanwhile you trembled lightly, worried this might be the last moment between you two.

“… you are with my child” this time his voice was joyful, before he twirled you around, and you just gripped tighter onto his shoulder, meanwhile you smirked happily as he giggled softly, happiness shining from each pore of his body “I love you… so fucking… so fucking… much, (Y/N)”.

“I am sorry for having waited so long… I just didn’t expect you… I didn’t want you to feel bad… for” ‘Letha’, whose baby wasn’t his, but he had loved it as such-

And who died with that baby…

… because of that baby.

Fear appeared on his face, before his joy overtook it and he grabbed you tighter, although he was mindful of your stomach, gently nosing your shoulder, immerging himself completely in that newfound smell.

“I am grateful at you for being so considerate, but this time I won’t let anything happen to our little family” he swore, before from gently nosing your shoulder and he went back to nipping it, before he delved a soft bite onto it, one that made you moan in pleasure “… I won’t let anything hurt you, my sweet wolf of mine”.

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sir-skarsgard · 6 years ago

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This Isn’t Love

Pairing: Peter Rumancek x OC / Roman Godfrey x OC

Prompt/summary: Peter is in love with OC; OC is love with Roman; Roman fucks his cousin. It’s an interesting love triangle, that’s for sure

Word count: 2150

Warnings/contents: Slight angst, sex implied, unreciprocated feelings, love triangle, mental health issues and various versions of self-harm including: starvation, yanking hair harmfully on oneself, sleep deprivation, etc.

Notes: This will be a 3 part story, not including the 2 opposite endings where you have a choice between Roman and Peter, which will finally close out the story. Enjoy, and hopefully I’ll have those up soon!

(Read part 2 here)

Today was not my best day. I was sort of sulking, moping around school with a dull look on my face. Ever since Roman had a kid things hadn’t been so good. It was stupid, but it was something that had bugged me. Maybe it wasn’t even about Roman, maybe it was just me.

My birthday was coming up, and while I wouldn't age, I would still be forced to be reminded how I was an accident all day long.

My father, an Upir, had fallen in love with a mortal woman. My mother. They had stayed together, and they still were now, I, however, was a product of their love affair as they left their spouses. I was never meant to happen, and they reminded me every chance they got. My father had always said that I was their punishment for their love. I was never treated much like a child, more like a disease.

I was a monstrosity of a person. Half-Upir, half-human. I was a 1-1000, but not in a good way. There were upsides to being half-Upir. I lived like an Upir, I could eat human food and not always give off the Upir vibe that pure-bloods did, however there were many more downfalls than there was upsides: eternal hunger. I was hungry no matter how much blood I drank or food I ate. something wasn’t wired correctly in my brain to give me a fully functioning mind and body. I was never sleeping until I stayed awake too long and randomly passed out in class or at my desk. I spaced out more than a normal person, thinking about absolutely nothing for hours on end. If I was spacing out there was no sound in my head, just distorted voices and until someone shook me from it I was like a dead person walking.

Roman Godfrey, Shelley Godfrey, and Peter Rumancek were my only friends. Shelley was a decently close friend, though lately my time has been occupied by Peter. He was a pretty nice guy, he seemed to like me. We’d been friends for maybe a year.

He and I were supposed to hang out after school, so I waited. I don’t know exactly how long it took for him to come, I got distracted, watching people pass by. I watched Roman as he walked out of school with Shelley.

My mind wandered to more thoughts of Roman, dragging me further away from reality than before as I watched him get into a car.

Suddenly someone was shaking my shoulder and Roman was gone. I looked over to see Peter, sending me a slightly worried glance.

“You alright?” He asked softly. I nodded, sending him a small smile. Peter sat beside me and gently placed a hand on my shoulder. I tensed slightly, but I didn’t shy away from his touch. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I replied. “Honestly.” Peter gave a little sigh and looked away. it was quiet for a minute. I fiddled with a small key chain Roman had given me my last birthday and waited. peter finally stood and reached down for my hand.

I let him help me up, and I didn’t bother taking my hand away, as we walked to his house. His mom didn’t seem to be home, which might have been for the best. She was always worried with me around. I could sense her fear, not because of some sense, but because of how her heart rate would increase the closer I was to Peter.

Not that I can blame her. I wouldn’t want my only child around a creature as deadly as my kind if I was her either. Uncontrollable hunger was something not many had the will to fight away. I hardly had it as I was.

Peter and I were in his room, sitting on his bed and joking around, playing games and talking. He had a beer at his feet, his body tuned towards me, his figure slouched and relaxed.

I looked out his window, looking at the Godfrey household. Peter gave a gentle sigh after a minute.

“Maybe if you weren’t hung up on Roman you’d see there’s other people.” He spoke, breaking the comfortable silence. I looked at him and frowned.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re in love with Roman. We all see it.” Peter clarified, slightly disappointed. I stood up, looking down at him with a small glare.

“I am not in love with the man who can’t stop fucking his cousin.” I said jokingly. Peter gave a bark of a laughter and shrugged.

“If you say so.” I sat back own, this time a little closer to Peter, and stared off into space. I wasn’t in love with Roman.

I’m not in love with Roman.

Maybe if I repeat it enough to myself and to everyone else it will be true.

“Besides, it wouldn’t matter if I did.” I murmured. Peter sent me a small look of confusion that I caught from the corner of my eye.

“And why is that?”

“Roman would never like me.” I replied softly. “No one could. I’m unlovable.” I finally turned my head to meet Peter’s gaze. His eyes were soft as his lips were parted as if he was going to speak, but I cut him off. “I’m a fucked up creature. Half-Upir, half-human, I shouldn’t have ever been born.”

“Don’t say that.” Peter softly spoke. “You should have been born, because nothing would be the same without you.”

“Roman would still be a dad to his cousin’s kid. You’d still get here. I have no spectacular impact on anyone’s life. There’s not a person who would miss me. No one would even notice, really.”

“I would notice. And I would miss you.”

“Not if I had never been born in the first place.”

“It just... it wouldn’t be the same without you.” I felt nothing but everything all at the same time. Peter was really the only person who had been nice to me lately. Roman was busy all the time and I didn’t want to bug him with me being the way I am. I didn’t even want to bug Peter with it.

I looked at him, and felt my chest tighten. I didn’t know what I was doing as I leaned in slowly, gently placing my hand on his cheek. Peter leaned in as well, stopping just an inch before his lips touched mine.

“I‘m just a rebound.” Peter spoke against my mouth, leaning back slightly. I stared at his lips, not feeling the energy to move to look at his eyes as I leaned back in, still unsure what was driving me to lean forwards. Maybe I was desperate. For love. Even if it was fake love. Affection. To be touched and kissed and held. Even if just for a moment. I would do anything to keep this warm feeling I had.

“Yes, you are.” I whispered, pecking his bottom lip. Peter stayed close, and leaned in quickly, roughly pushing his lips against mine with a desperateness I wouldn’t have imagined I‘d receive. I kissed him back just as rough, running my hand through his messy hair and turning my head to the side.

Time seemed to fly by with Peter. For the first time in the past few days I hadn’t been thinking about my undeniable starvation. His mouth worked wonders on making me forget, and that both frightened and exhilarated me.

I laid beside him on his bed, one of my legs bent and my other laid over his leg. I puffed out a circle of smoke, glancing at Peter when he leaned off the bed and grabbed a bottle. He offered it to me, but I shook my head. He popped the lid off, drinking it carefully as he laid back down again beside me.

“This is the part where I leave,” I spoke up suddenly after awhile of cuddling and talking a little bit. I stood up and gathered my clothes, putting them on as I went. I felt Peter’s gaze on me while I dressed. I had stayed longer afterwards with Peter than I had with anyone else.

“You don’t have to.” He spoke up as I inspected the small bite marks and hickey’s along my stomach. I didn’t answer, just sent him a glance behind my shoulder and sighed softly. He nodded, looking disappointed as he relaxed, drinking again. “See you tomorrow then.”

I didn’t say anything as I left, walking to my house. I snuck in my window, changing and plopping down on my bed, heaving a heavy sigh. I rolled my eyes and slammed the pillow over my face as I heard a loud moan come from my parents room.

Putting my headphones on, I turned my music up loudly and shoved my phone in my hoodie pocket and sat at my desk, opening my computer to a blank document I told myself I’d finish later. Well, it was later and I had no motivation to finish it. I went to the previous page, reading what I had already wrote to remind myself where I was and making sure I didn’t write a scene that was basically the same thing as what was in the last chapter.

I typed for hours. Nonsense, romance, pining, one-sided feelings. Murder. Blood. Veins popping out of skin like it seemed everyone’s did for me.

I slammed my laptop shut and ran my hands through my hair, tugging it harshly and groaning softly, though I couldn’t even hear myself with my own music blaring in my ears.

The window was right there. Perfect opportunity to sneak out, grab a snack and come back, but I refused. I was too far gone. I didn’t trust myself. I had little to no self-control. I didn’t want to kill anyone. I wouldn’t kill anyone.

So instead I suffered, staying up all night and reading, all the while music blared in my ears.

The next morning I headed to school, nodding at Roman when I saw him smoking. He nodded at me, then looked as if he wanted me to come over, but I didn’t. I went inside, smiled lightly at Shelley, and hid in the bathroom in a stall.

The door opened, but I ignored it, rubbing my temples. The strong smell of dog filled my senses. I looked up, peeking out of the stall and seeing Peter. He smiled at me and walked over, walking in my stall without permission and locking it.

“Hey, there you are.” He smiled down at me. I gave him a soft grunt as a greeting and looked away. There wasn’t much room to move, but I leaned against the opposite wall, looking at the ground by the toilet. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and gestured for me to take them. “You forgot these at my house the other night.”

“Thank god,” I whispered breathlessly, taking a cigarette and lighting it. I leaned my head back, closing my eyes and sucking in, letting it huff out of my nose so I didn’t have to take the cigarette out of my mouth. I felt Peter’s hands slip the cigarette packet in my coat pocket, and linger his hand at my waist. I opened my eyes to meet his, taking the cigarette out and blowing it out away from him and raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“You just... you look tired.”

“Gee, thanks.” I joked, grinning.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” I shrugged.

“I know. I look like shit.” I said nonchalantly.

“You’ve never looked like shit.” He whispered.

“Except for right now.” I corrected him. Peter shook his head softly.

“Even right now you look good.”

“I haven’t slept in nearly 5 days.” I replied. “And I haven’t eaten in more.”

“Yet you still look good.”

“I think you’re high.”

“High on how beautiful you are.” He joked, but there was a sense of seriousness that lingered there. I don’t know what I was doing, but I cupped his cheek in my hand and leaned up to capture his lips in mine. He didn’t protest, just placed his hand on the wall behind me and leaned in to deepen the kiss.

I pulled away, but stayed close to him, keeping my eyes closed.

“Fuck,” I whispered, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked, but I had a feeling he already knew. I sighed softly and opened my eyes, gently rubbing his cheek with my thumb.

“I gotta go.” I whispered, then I unlocked the stall and left. I couldn’t do this to Peter. I assumed me hurting him in the moment would be better than what would come in the future, so I decided to shut him out. Yes, it hurt like a motherfucker, but I thought it best. So I would do it.

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authorred · 3 years ago

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Hell's Gate (Part 3) (Hemlock Grove) (Roman Godfrey x Fem!reader)

Preface: Now reunited with Roman who still lay in a coma, you've no choice but to wait out his unconsciousness. He wakes up soon after you arrive, the night of the full moon. While he and Peter are gone, you have one issue to deal with in the meantime.

Warning(s): Cursing, blood, mentions of death (and actual death, probably), general dark themes ig

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 4 here Part 5 here

It was the morning after, and Peter was still over by the time you woke up early in the morning. You blinked groggily when Peter softly shook you awake. "What?" You murmured.

"It's morning," Peter whispered. "I figured you wouldn't want to sleep in."

"You figured wrong," you sighed. "But it's fine. I'm awake, now." You slowly sat up and rubbed your eyes.

"Tonight's the full moon," Peter said. You stared up at him.

"What does that . . . what does that mean?" You inquired.

"I'm going to kill the Vargulf."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"Just," he shrugged. "I just am."

"Uh huh," you hummed, kissing your teeth. "And what were you arguing with Letha about last night?"

He choked, quickly averting his gaze to anywhere but you. "Don't worry about it. I had to."

"Uh . . . huh . . ." You peered at him for a few more seconds before looking up at the ceiling. "So once the Vargulf is dead . . . what then? How do I . . . we, come back from that? Everyone thinks I'm dead, and everyone thinks you're a werewolf and causing all of this."

"I don't know," Peter stressed. "We'll just have to . . . take what's coming, I guess."

"What time is it?"

Both you and Peter jumped at the new, but familiar voice. Roman was sitting up, utterly dazed, but awake. You immediately sat up straighter and stared at him. He didn't seem to notice you at first.

"Ah, it's two weeks since you passed out," Peter replied.

"What?"

Peter just shrugged.

"Oh, fuck me." Roman removed his oxygen tube.

You slowly stood up and walked around the couch. When Roman finally saw you, his mouth parted in shock.

"Surprise," you gave him a lopsided smile.

He just stared at you intently. As if you were some sort of hallucination. "Is this . . . is this some kind of sick fucking joke?" He looked at Peter.

"Really?" You rolled your eyes. "I figured you'd be happier to see me. Or at least smile."

Roman just shifted to sit up straighter and stared at you defensively. "Y/n's dead. Whoever you are, this is a fucked up--"

"Roman, you almost killed me by kissing me after taking a puff of a cigarette and blowing the smoke into my mouth."

Peter blinked.

"I then strangled you until your face turned blue, and Olivia--God damn that woman--forbade me from conversing with you for two weeks."

Like a light switch turning on, he ripped out his IV and basically vaulted over the side of his bed. Peter attempted to stop him before he fell over, but Roman crashed into your body. If it wasn't for your above-average strength, you would've been toppled. He hugged as if you were a lifeline, clinging to you like a child to their parent. His body trembled lightly, grip borderline suffocating. All the same, you hugged him back tightly.

"I missed you so much," you whispered.

He sniffed in your neck. "I missed you too," he sobbed. "So fucking much."

You gently pet the back of his head, gently shushing him when his cries got louder. "It's okay. I'm here. Don't ask me how I'm here, but know I am."

Peter stayed quiet and off to the side, allowing you two to properly reunite after two weeks of your presumed death. He smiled lightly at seeing two of his friends happy. Though, he was still anxious due to incoming pressing matters.

Eventually, you slowly pulled away from the hug. Or tried to, at least, because he still wasn't going to let you go any time soon. "Roman," you said softly. "The full moon is tonight. You and Peter need to go do what you got to do."

Sniffling again, he reluctantly began to pull away. "Yeah. . . yeah." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Yeah. And after that, you're not leaving my side."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, and in the meantime, I've something to deal with."

Roman gently cradled your face between his hands, gazing at you gently. "What is it? I'll help you."

You slowly shake your head. "No. You can't help me with this. You and Peter have more important things to do. So, go." You returned the gesture of affection and gently stroked his cheek with your thumb. "Go. You don't have much time."

Roman finally nodded in agreement and slowly pulled away. "Okay. But when I come back, you and I are never leaving each other again."

"Yes, yes, I understood the first time, now hurry!"

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emmyrosee · 5 years ago

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MY. HEART.

Smells Like Love

Random Peter drabble idea! Short and sweet (and possibly stupid) but here it is! Hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Rating: F for Fluffy

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The sound of the rain on the roof of the trailer is near deafening. Peter paces back and forth, occasionally pausing to scratch at his jaw. You take his hand and pull him down next to you on the sofa.

“It’ll be fine,” you tell him, stroking your fingers through his hair.

“I hate this. I’m sorry babe.”

“It’ll be fine,” you repeat. You wrap an arm around him and kiss his temple.

“I can go to Roman’s in the morning.”

“You don’t have to do that. We’ve got plenty of incense and scented candles. Worst case scenario, I can stick a clothespin on my nose.”

He sneers at you, but a second later you’re both giggling. He sighs and lets you pull him into your arms.

“I’m sorry babe. Really.”

“Wolfie, how many times do I have to tell you it’s fine? It was bound to happen eventually. Hey,” you say when he tries to get up. “I love you. And nothing is gonna change that.”

“Remind me that tomorrow when the whole trailer reeks of wet dog.”

“I will.” You lean over and kiss him gently, your fingers carding through his hair, already damp with sweat. “Almost time.”

“Yeah.” He kisses you again, then starts the process of removing his jewelry, and then his clothes. “I’d better get out there,” he says, pressing his lips to yours once more.

You watch from the doorway as he steps out into the downpour, going from man to beast in a matter of minutes. The change has been easier for him since being with you, and for that you’re grateful.

“I’ll have some warm towels waiting for you,” you call once the shift is complete. He looks at you, tail wagging, before turning and running off into the night.

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male-reader · 5 years ago

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Puppy love

Peter Rumancek x genderneutral reader

Imagine: You and Peter are both werewolf Omegas, which is an unlikely pairing. The thing you both love most is lazy cuddling.

"You smell sweet…" You muttered quietly, nosing at Peter's jaw and neck lazily.

"Like a puppy…"

Peter let out a small sound and craned his neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmm...you too." This made you smile against his skin. "And you feel soft." You whispered with fingers running through his long hair, delighted at seeing him make another adorable sound in response. "So cute." You chuckled and Peter only made a quiet sound of protest which you quickly silenced with a lick into his mouth.

"Mmh I hate that you do that…" Peter grumbled and stretched on the couch, allowing you to lay on top of him better. "Do what?" You question teasingly.

"Make me forget what I was gonna say so easily...could get lost in you forever…" This only makes you smile wider and continue with your task, cuddling closer into Peter and nipping at his mouth until he opens up for you.

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jj-lynn21 · 5 years ago

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Roman and Princess: The Agreement Ch 3

Warnings: fluff, angst,

ch 1 ch2 ch 4

Roman steps out of the shower. He throws a towel around his waist before getting you a towel. Wrapping it around your body he embraces you as you shiver. He grips your chin to bring your gaze to his. “Maybe we need to turn up the heat.” He kisses your lips. “Your lips are blue babe.”

“Just a little cccold.” You say through chattering teeth. “You’re nnnot ccold?”

“Yeah, but not as cold as you obviously.” He swoops you up, carries you into the bedroom and bundles you under the sheet and blanket. “Heat up five degrees.” The heat turned up in the room with voice command.

You snuggled into the blanket. “Thank you Roman.”

Roman kisses your lips softly before getting dressed in some high end active wear. “I’ll go cook us breakfast. When you are feeling warm enough get dressed come downstairs.”

You nod that you will. When he goes to leave the room, you stretch under the comforter and sigh deeply. Roman smiles at the small sound you make before leaving the room. He gets some blood orange juice out of the refrigerator. Another gift from King Bill Edlund. He pours a glass and drinks it down, refills his glass and pours another for you. Then he goes about making omelets with all your favorite ingredients.

You roll out of bed. Throw on under garments, shorts, a t-shirt and a sweatshirt before heading downstairs. Lying against Roman’s back wrapping your arms around him you said “Smells wonderful.”

“Its almost ready.” He folded eggs over adding more cheese. “Go sit down and drink some juice.” He leans against the counter as the cheese melts and watches you take a sip.

“Wow that’s good.” You lick your lips. “It doesn’t taste like orange juice.”

“Its not.” He dishes up the omelets and serves you. He sits. “Its something Bill only can get from his home. His family delivered it while we were at work.”

You looked at him stunned. “You trusted someone to come into our home when we weren’t here? Are you kidding me?”

“I don’t just trust anyone.” He said calmly. “But I trust him and his family. I hope you trust him. Do you like him?”

“I like his club.” You take another sip. “I saw him going up to your office yesterday.”

Roman waited for you to look at him again. When you finally do, he said, “We were working out something special for tonight.”

“Really?” You were intrigued. “What?”

He chuckles, “You will just have to wait.”

Not even a hint for me?” Your fingers reach over to walk up his thigh.

He takes your hand and kisses the pulse point on your wrist. “Good things come to those who wait, Princess.” He notices the welt from where you smacked yourself last night.

“I see, you caught yourself as much as you caught me last night.” He changes the subject since he doesn’t what to show how nervous he really is about what him and Bill will be doing for you.

“I’ll heal just like you will by this evening.” You laugh. “That V on your chest didn’t hurt you to badly, did it?”

“I told you Princess,” He grins. “You were fucking awesome. I feel I need to do something just as good for you. Full fill a big fantasy.” He finishes his breakfast in two more bites.

“Roman you full fill some of my wildest fantasies on the daily.” You kiss his forehead. “I wouldn’t ask for anything more.” You pick up his dishes to take them out to the kitchen. “You made breakfast. I’ll do the dishes.”

“Just leave them in the sink.” He comes over to pull you away from the kitchen. Let Clara do them while we go on a car ride. Its overcast but warmer outside for this time of year. We should enjoy it.”

You put your arms around him looking in his mischievous green eyes. “Oh, a drive. I guess you would be wanting a blow job on this drive?” You tease him.

“Only if the mood strikes you.” He said nonchalantly. “I thought we’d hangout with Peter and Letha. You girls can try on some lingerie for us at Victory Secret or something. Grab ice cream. You know, have a normal day. We really don’t spend a lot of time with them.”

“I like that idea.” You kiss his chin because it’s the highest you can reach without him bending down. “I should get something a little nicer on and do my makeup and hair.

Roman chuckles, “You look great no matter what but go ahead do your routine. I’ll call Peter.”

Later that day Roman and Peter chat across from each other in a booth while you and Letha freshen up in the restroom before ordering sundaes to share with your men.

“what are you so nervous about today Roman?” Peter asked.

“I’m not nervous about anything.” Roman looks away from Peter watching for your return.

“I can smell it on you.” Peter insists. “I didn’t show your cousin the movie you did with your girl, if your concerned about that. Did your Mom see it?”

Roman turns back to Peter. “I hope not. Damn it didn’t even cross my mind that if you realized it was my room in the background Olivia would. Trying new things is fun though. My girls into it. She ah…” He looks to see if you and Letha are out of the bathroom and you are not.”

Peter said, “Spill it Godfrey.”

“She wants a threesome.” Roman blurts out. “She was watching one on that channel the other night and was really into it.”

“Lucky bastard,” Peter chuckled. “So, what is making you so nervous? Can’t find a chick willing to join that you both think is hot? Damn that is some woman you got. You need to lock that down.”

“That’s not the kind of threesome she wants.” Roman looks serious. “Although I’m sure she would be cool with that also.”

“Wait, what other…oh fuck.” Peter leans back in the booth shaking his head no and then leans forward again. “Dude, I totally love you but I’m not going to join you and your girl in fantasy land…how could you even ask…”

“Shut the fuck up.” Roman yells and everyone looks. He whispers, “I’m not asking you.”

“You are obviously going to do it,” Peter whispers as you and Letha giggle coming out of the bathroom. You wave and they wave back and smile. “Who is it Roman?”

“Bill Edlund, the owner of Club Vee.” Roman kept his voice quiet.

“Oh, so you’re basically going to fuck yourself,” Peter chuckled as the girls walked over with turtle ice cream sundaes.

“What are you boys whispering about over here,” She sits by Peter and hand him a spoon.

“Sex and debauchery,” He takes a bite of ice cream.

Roman rolls his eyes and sits back putting an arm around you as you sit with the sundae to share with him. He grabs the cherry stem from the top with his teeth and feeds you the cherry.

“That’s funny, we were talking about the same thing in the restroom,” Letha said and took a bite of ice cream.

Roman looked to you. His eyes narrow.

“What Roman?” You hold his gaze. “Girls can talk about such things to and it doesn’t even always have to pertain to you.”

“Sure, cool.” He realized you didn’t include anything the two of you did so felt better. He thought it was bad enough Peter knew more than he ever intended on telling him. If his cousin found out all Hell would break loose.

You laugh and feed him a big spoon of sundae. You smile as he closes his eyes when he tastes the sweetness and licks his lips. You take a taste yourself and he watches as you watched him.

“Should I be recording this?” Peter said snarky.

Roman looked at him, “Eat a bag of dicks.”

You glared at Peter.

“Ok, then.” Letha said. “Maybe we call it an afternoon. Its been fun. Thank You for buying the stuff I wanted Roman.”

“No, problem.” He tosses a tip on the table because he can not because its expected in an ice cream parlor. “Let’s go.”

Roman Drops them off. You are more than a little annoyed with Peter’s last comment. Although Roman felt that you were, you had to say what you were thinking.

“Am I going to have to listen to little comments about our sex life from Peter every time we see him?” You scream.

“What the fuck are you screaming at me for?” He screamed back. He pulls into the driveway.

“He’s your friend,” You get out and slam the car door shut. You storm toward the front door.

Roman catches up to you grabbing your arm, “Hey, wait.”

He unlocks the door. You go inside and start up the starts. Roman stand at the bottom of the stair

Sternly he said, “STOP, NOW! Get your ass back here to talk to me.”

You stop and turn around at the top of the stairs. A stunned look on you face. Roman points his finger at you and then straight in front of him. You walk back down the stair giving him an evil eye.

“I did not give him any kind of fucking permission to make such a command.” Roman said. “I am sincerely sorry he ever saw our beautiful sexy video. And honestly I think he is jealous as fuck.”

“Well, he can’t fucking have you,” Your voice still showing how angry you are at Peter.

Roman chuckles, “He doesn’t want me babe. He wants you. And don’t worry, I promise I will talk to him about commenting on our love life.” He runs his hands down your shoulders. Licks his lips. And his eyes focus on yours. “Can we not let this ruin our life?”

You can’t resist the way he looks at you. The way he touches you. The sincerity in his voice. Its impossible to be angry at him when he wasn’t the one you were angry at in the first place. You take a deep breath and let it out slowly, “We won’t.”

“Good,” He smiles. “We have night out to prepare for at Club Vee. As you said, you do like it there.”

You start to get giddy with excitement, “Yes, I do.”

#roman and princess #bill edlund #peter rumancek #au #hemlock grove #fanfic #fan fiction #roman godfrey #roman godfrey x reader #bill skarsgård smut #bill skarsgard #fluff #angst

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unusualbill · 6 years ago

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Pairing: Roman Godfrey/Peter Rumancek

Genre: Angst

Note: I was inspired by a post from @gypsylobo, and I hate that this is the most I've written in months. That being said, I wrote this in like an hour :P

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The worst thing about the rate at which Roman aged, if he even aged at all, was that Peter seemed to be aging rapidly in comparison.

It started being more noticeable when they hit their 30s. Roman didn't look a day past 21, while Peter was finding gray hairs.

"Hey grandpa" Roman would often tease, placing a kiss on his lover's cheek

"Godfrey if you don't fucking stop I'll---" The wolf warned, being interrupted by Roman's lips on his own

"You'll what? Hit me? You'll throw out your back" The taller man laughed

××××××××

As the years passed, more and more whispers could be heard about the pair as they walked into the room, questions and secondhand gossip. Roman always ignored them, but the rumors always stuck with Peter

Roman was starting to notice as his lover wrinkled, his hair a flat wash of silver. He felt guilty, despite the fact he certainly couldn't control his own aging.

"Hey," The upir said softly, his hand on Peter's shoulder "Don't listen to them alright? You're still my puppy"

Peter could only crack a slight smile at the former tease. "Yeah..." He sighed "Might have to put me down soon..."

Roman cupped his face "No, Never. I didn't listen to what idiots had to say about you back then, and I sure as hell won't now."

××××××××

As Father Time took his toll, the couple drifted apart. Roman was home less and less, he couldn't stand to see his wolf fall apart like that. Peter had no choice to stay at home, he couldn't make it down the stairs most days.

Peter fought his hardest, but eventually he gave in and let Roman hire a home nurse for him. She treated him poorly, but his mind was slipping too far away to notice.

Roman buried his sorrows in liquor and prostitutes, as he always did. He didn't realize how often he was gone until it was too late.

4 new voicemails

Roman rolled his eyes as he pressed play, it was the usual business talk for the first two, but when he saw the ID of the third caller, his heart sank into his stomach. It was Peter's nurse.

He couldn't bring himself to listen to the message, he already knew what was happening.

he rushed home to find it eerily silent. The lights were off, and the news was playing on mute.

His whole body shook as he made it to his bedroom door, carefully opening it.

The room smelled of medicine and death. Roman was blinded with tears as he made his way inside. The only light came from a crack between the curtains.

"P-Peter...?" He asked softly, praying for an answer. The silence seemed to grow louder.

He gently laid his head on his lover's chest, listening for any sign of life.

Nothing.

"Oh...puppy" He whispered, curling up next to his lover's body, sobs pouring out

"I'm sorry..."

#bri babbles #romancek #roman godfrey #peter rumancek #hemlock grove #i might expand on this #if i write anymore i will cry #i need to do some fluff after this #damn #i'm v sensitive okay?

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imgoldielikehawn · 8 years ago

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The Wolf In me

Pairing/ Roman Godfrey X Reader & Peter

Rating/ G

Word Count/ 704

Requested By/ @lovers-on-call-13

Tagged/ @sparklemichele @titty-teetee @readsalot73 @ariwolff14

“Y/N?”Peter called out in alarm. You had fallen behind while you two walked back from the field. He contentiously called for you but it was no use as you fazed right before his eyes shedding skin and breaking bones. It didn’t like long before you were standing on all fours and shaking out your white coat. Peter suspected your true nature but didn’t want to scare you by blurting out “Hey You smell funny; pretty sure you’re a Werewolf!” so he had kept it to himself hoping this wouldn't be the night you fazed for the first time. He watched you with caution as you whined in fear.

“Y/N, Its me Peter. I know this all seems fuzzy right now but I promise to keep you safe and I wont hurt you.” He kept his distance knowing how scary the first shift can be and knowing just how much damage you could do to him in his human form.

You reared your head back and howled up at the sky baring your fangs and curling your lip when Peter took a step towards you. You shook your head from left to right and then took off faster than you’ve ever run in your entire life. You had no idea where you were going as Peters voice faded in the distance.

“Roman? Its Y/N. She’s a werewolf like I suspected.” Peter said to Roman over the phone.

“Seriously? You just let her fucking get away!” He seethed into the receiver.

“I didn’t let her do anything she’s a fucking wolf! If she wants to run off I'm not getting in her damn way! Just get out here and help me find her!” Peter Demanded; he was annoyed that somehow it was his fault.

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” Roman swallowed.

“What do you mean?” Peter snapped.

“I found her… well she found me. Just come to the house.” Roman barked and then the line went dead.

Peter was on all fours fazing himself in a matter of moments. He knew that if he traveled on foot that it might be too late and Y/N might attack Roman before he could get there. Without wasting time he took off.

Bursting through the open kitchen door Peter changed back into his human form before taking the stairs to romans room two at a time. Romans door was open but there was no noise coming from it. Peter creeped around the corner and almost fell out from laughter. The first thing he saw looked like a big white blanket and Roman was underneath it. The closer peter got the more he came to realize that it wasn’t a blanket after all. Y/N had curled up in Romans lap on the floor and Roman was trapped completely. Pulling himself together he checked to see if his friend was alright.

“Is she asleep?” Peter smirked.

“Yeah she passed out right before you got here. I thought she was going to attack me but she just tackled me and curled up in my lap instead.” He smirked and ran a hand through your beautiful coat.

“Nothing left to do now but wait for her to wake up as a human.” Peter said pulling on a pair of Romans jeans. “She’s going to be embarrassed when she wakes.”

“I don’t know, I kind of like her this way; Less back talk.” Roman Grinned and Peter shook his head.

“She’s your girlfriend. If she stays a wolf you wont be able to have sex with her.” Peter retorted.

“A little bestiality never hurt anyone….” Roman winked.

Peter pretended to gag and then sat down across from you two. “You’re disgusting.”

“I've heard worse…” He laughed and settled in. Looking down at you one last time to smirk before he closed his eyes too.

#wolf #turning #funny #fluff #roman godfrey #roman x reader #peter rumancek #hemlock grove #godfrey #oneshot #imagine

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halbravd · 3 years ago

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requests are open!

feel free to send an ask if you want me to write something about your favorite character(s); from angst to fluff to smut (i won’t write noncon scenarios though so keep that in mind)!

— characters i write for:

the rings of power / the lord of the rings: halbrand, arondir, elrond, thranduil, legolas, isildur

the sandman: morpheus

hemlock grove: roman godfrey, peter rumancek

the walking dead: negan, daryl, rick

wednesday: tyler galpin, wednesday addams

the boys: homelander, soldier boy

alice in borderland: all characters

— what i won’t write:

anything involving minors, non-con, incest, eating disorders, self harm, anything that makes me uncomfortable really.

when sending a request, please remain polite and try to be as precise as possible: character(s), type of request (smut, angst, fluff), a brief description of what you’d want, the format (blurb, fic, headcanon). please keep in mind that i have the right to refuse to write a request, and sending something through asks/messages doesn't automatically mean that it will be written.

#reqs and rules

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myrkrlokison · 3 years ago

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Myrkr still smiled - he never imagined he'd find himself in the same bed with Peter, because let's be real, he had been a real good boyfriend to lots of girls, so he had no reason to believe Peter ever swung towards boys. It's fine, he thought as he reminded himself of this, I'll be his best friend, and if he's happy, I'll be happy.

"You're welcome. In fact, you're always welcome, Peter. You can come over in my room whenever you want someone to talk to." Myrkr used his free hand to move his thin blanket up and over Peter's body. He gently smoothed it on the other's side. "Get some sleep. I'll be here."

“Hey this might sound weird but I can sleep with you .. I had a nightmare and I can’t get back to sleep..”

Myrkr looked tired as if he hadn't slept at all that night, although he was dressed in nothing but his briefs when he opened the door for Peter. As he listened, he frowned a bit.

"Sure, of course. I couldn't sleep at all yet. Stupid social media and Pinterest." He stepped away from the door and half smiled. "Sorry for the mess", he muttered, although the only mess that he could apologize for was on his desk where he kept the approximately fifteen sketches he'd worked on that day. His bedroom was neat and tidy otherwise. "Are you okay though?"

#wolfxdayz #int; peter rumancek #|| 🥺🥺🥺 Fluffiest fluff!

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emmyrosee · 5 years ago

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[ Roman x reader x peter ] season 1 vibes, PLEASE 😭😭 ( I like to pretend season 3 doesn’t exist )

(it doesn’t exist. it has no powers here 😤❤)

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Watching as the sleepy upir cuddled against you slowly gets more and more snug and comfortable, you can’t help but smile adoringly at him, placing tentative kisses to his soft, freshly-washed hair.

He could barely muster the energy to speak to you when he walked in from work, his footsteps heavy and eyelids swollen from the exhaustion. Peter was due home in a few hours, so you took the time to pamper and take care of your more shy lover before hand.

Your timing must have been off however as before you could allow Roman to fall to a deep sleep against your chest, Peter’s boot steps crossed the threshold to your shared house, making their way leisurely to the bedroom.

His scruffy, handsome face appears in the doorway, smiling at you before turning his gaze to Roman, chuckling at the sleepy man cuddling with you. He continues his lazy stroll to the bed, sitting down on his side and giving you a sweet kiss to your head.

“How long’s sleeping beauty been out?” He snorts, raising his hands in defeat as you shush him to stop his teasing.

“He’s trying to sleep now, Peter,” you whisper softly, still carding Roman’s hair soothingly. “He’s had a very long day, and you guys sneaking out at night isn’t helping.”

Even though there’s no anger or scold in your voice, Peter sighs and kisses your head again, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and wrapping an arm around you, “I know baby... I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you look down at Roman, his long lashes resting on his cheeks as his warm breath spans over your stomach. “I know you guys are... working.”

“We do; but we’ll figure it out, babe,” he assures, resting his head against yours.

After a beat of silence, you smile as Roman starts to snore, a sound you haven’t heard in nearly two weeks, to indicate his deep slumber, when Peter starts to snicker again.

“I swear, every time I walk in on you two, the less threatening he always gets.”

“Be nice, Peter,” you finally scold in Roman’s defense. “You know how hard it is for him to be this... affectionate.”

“He’s slippin’.”

“Don’t act like you don’t adore when I cuddle you like this, Mr. Rumancek,” you tease, making him sigh dramatically. He goes quiet for a moment before clicking his tongue in thought.

“Ya know what,” he says, tossing Roman a quick glance before turning his piercing blues back to you. “Maybe I am just jealous he’s in my spot.”

#i love romancek 😭❤️#roman godfrey #roman godfrey fluff #roman godfrey x reader #roman godfrey x reader fluff #roman godfrey imagine #roman godfrey hemlock grove #peter rumancek #peter rumancek fluff #peter rumancek x reader #peter rumancek x reader fluff #peter rumancek imagine #peter rumancek hemlock grove #hemlock grove #hemlock grove imagine #hemlock grove fluff #roman godfrey x peter rumancek x reader #romancek #romancek x reader

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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago

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Sentences 15 & 16 from the drabble list with Peter Rumancek please? ❤❤ You're amazing and I hope you are well considering how crazy the world has gotten.

WARNINGS: Not Very Following The Series, Creepy Forest, Hint of Unrequited Love.

You moved carefully through the forest with your torch as you tried to find whatever had caused you to stir awake from your peaceful sleep.

You couldn’t help but be at highly unease, as you recounted the fact that just a week ago a body had been found there and since then the forest by your house had stopped being the familiar treasure trove it had always been for you and had started being extremely scary for you.

But you were too stubborn to admit that you were scared of it, so you went through it, hoping that no vengeful ghost would get to you as you tried to calm yourself through the cold air of the night.

And you were immediately startled by some twigs cracking under your feet, but managed to quickly calm down, just for a stealth hand to clamp tightly onto your mouth, and another went around your waist and you choked onto a breath as a suffocated scream escaped your lips.

… just to turn around and meet your ‘friend’ Peter.

He sent you a joking look quickly loosening the grip on your body as you pushed him away from you.

“What the fuck, Peter!” you screeched between tight teeth “You gave me a fucking heart attack!”.

“I came to check in, I could see your light being on from my caravan” he explained as he held his hands over his chest as if he was proving his innocence, making your roll your eyes, and you were grateful you had chosen to wear a huge hoodie over your nightgown before going outside “… hasn’t Roman told you not to go out? Girls have gone missing lately!”.

“As if you cared…” you mumbled, but still you made a few moves to turn back home, your heart pumping faster due to the adrenaline of the scare Peter had put you through, but also for his presence.

It wasn’t a secret that you had a slight crush on the scruffy boy.

But it wasn’t also a secret how he looked at Letha.

“What do you mean, (Y/N)?” he questioned, quickly reaching out for a hand of yours, gripping it loosely, but enough to make you turn around to him “… has something happened to our relationship? Because…”.

“No, nothing has happened Peter” you hissed, making a move to get away from his grip, but Peter tightened it “… it’s late I really need to go to sleep”.

“I know that I have been spending more time with Letha, but it isn’t what you think” he tried to protest, but you didn’t listen to him, and turned one last time to deliver one final speech.

“… why should I care? I am not your girlfriend” no matter how much you wanted to be it “… you don’t even feel that way about…”.

“If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought” his words hit you straight and you had no way to hide your emotions which quickly escalated from ‘shit shit shit’ to ‘… is this love’ “… and I don’t think that you are stupid in the slightest… since you are… you know…”.

“You feel something for me?” it maybe wasn’t even romantical but…

“From the moment that you shot that angered gaze at Roman in the middle of the corridors, because he was making fun of your hair”.

You giggled softly at that memory and when you raised your head to meet Peter’s eyes you found them looking at you adoringly.

And maybe it was indeed love.

A sudden roar pushed you closer as you moved onto his chest to shield yourself from whatever wrenched creature was haunting your night.

“There’s nothing to be scared of, okay? I’m right here” he immediately promised you softly, as he pushed you to raise your eyes to meet his gaze as you softly nodded, taking his hand to guide him inside.

“Then I’ll need my brave knight to stay with me” you exclaimed before shooting him a softer look “… I think we need to talk about a few things”.

“Of course, my precious lady”.

#Peter Rumancek #Peter Rumancek Reader #Peter Rumancek x Reader #Peter Rumancek Imagine #Peter Rumancek Fic #Peter Rumancek Ask #Peter Rumancek Drabble #Peter Rumancek Blurb #Peter Rumancek Fluff #Fluff #Hemlock Grove #HG #Hemlock Grove imagine #Peter Reader #Peter x Reader

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sir-skarsgard · 6 years ago

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Don’t Die on Me

Pairing: Peter Rumancek x OC / Roman Godfrey x OC

Prompt/summary: OC struggles with hunger, fighting back a need to sleep and eat. Peter wants nothing more than to comfort her in her time of need, but it’s hard to comfort someone who’s there but not there

Word count: 2939

Warnings/contents: More angst, self-hatred, unhealthy habits, more unreciprocated love (sorta), cursing

Notes: Part 2 of This Isn’t Love is now out! Part 3 is coming next, and then the endings. Stay around for more! My messages are also always open for requests or personal comments

(Read part 1 here)

I had never spaced out as much as I had been the past few days. I was acting as if I was a dead person walking, spacing off and staring at nothingness for hours on end. The bags underneath my eyes were dark like a dead persons as I hadn’t been sleeping lately. I was unresponsive to people speaking to me. I wasn’t eating-- human food or blood. I was always hungry anyways, so how I viewed it was that it didn’t matter if I ate or not, I’d still be hungry.

I went to school, got yelled at by teachers for not paying attention and then not responding to their yelling; the gossip surrounding me got louder, as I was never seemingly listening anyways. All I heard in my own head was static. A faint ringing and nothing until someone awoke me from my dream-state prison of nothingness. And usually the person who did that was Peter; however, after the bathroom stall moment I’d been keeping myself active to some extent during school hours to avoid him.

I was right. It hurt so bad to ignore Peter. To not have him by my side. But if I had stayed with him I’d only hurt him, and I wouldn’t be the cause of his downfall. I wouldn’t be the cause of his life falling apart as I had been for everyone else. I won’t ruin his life, not if I have a choice.

Peter and I hadn’t been on speaking terms (because I was running away from him every chance I got) for two weeks now. Roman and I had hung out a little bit, but any time he brought Peter up I would change the topic. It seemed to make him suspicious, but he didn’t ever push it.

It went back to the way it was before Peter for a little while; just Roman, Shelley and I, and it was mainly just Roman and I anyways. But even then Roman had a kid now. He had responsibilities that I didn’t want to distract him from.

At school I stayed by myself, walking around, like a tired zombie.

~ Peter’s point of view

I was walking through the school halls towards the lunchroom. After Alex had started avoiding me and hanging out with Roman, I just kept to myself. I knew there was a reason she was avoiding me, but I didn’t know what it was, and I didn’t know where she was to ask her, nor did I wanted to bug her. Maybe she just didn’t want to be in my life. And as much as I missed her I had to respect that.

I still looked for her, but she was never there. She was never at places she usually was when she’d meet with me, or even before. I occasionally saw her leaving school, but I never really saw her. Which was weird, because she had seemed so spaced out and clumsy the past few days.

When I went to the lunchroom I saw her. She was sitting alone at a table, the light hitting her through the window, adding an angelic glow to her that she always seemed to bring with her. No matter how tired she looked she was always so fucking gorgeous.

I saw her lick her lips as I neared, so I followed her eyes and saw two girls, talking and laughing. I saw a tampon sticking out of one of the girl’s bag, which must have been what was causing Alex to space out the way she was.

I walked over and sat beside her.

“Hey,” I smiled, but she didn’t reply. She stared at the female’s, unblinking, like a predator watching its prey in the wild. I worried as I watched her slouched form. She looked skinnier than before. Her naturally pale skin glowed in the light, but her eyes held dark circles beneath her gorgeous blue orbs. I placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a soft shake; it usually snapped her out of it, but this time she merely gave a slow blink in response and continued to watch the two.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Roman walking in, so I gestured for him to come over quickly. He came over, looking at me and then at Alex, and then back at me.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking at my hand that was on Alex’s shoulder.

“I think something’s wrong,” I shook my head, waving my hand in front of Alex’s face. It didn’t even make her blink at this point. “She’s just staring at them.” Roman bent down beside her, gently placing a hand on her thigh and sniffing the air.

“Alex, you need to come with me.” He spoke. Alex gave a soft hum, as if she’d heard but she didn’t respond psychically. “You can’t sit here downwind from that smell like this.” He whispered.

“That’s nice.” Alex replied in a robotic tone, not moving from her spot. Roman sighed, getting a knife out from his pocket and cutting a little slit in his thumb. It started bleeding immediately; Roman held it up to Alex’s lips and smeared the blood there. She licked it, then jerked slightly in response. Roman pushed his thumb in her mouth as he stood and held out a hand for Alex.

“Come on,” he started as she began to regain her senses; she shook her head softly, shaking Roman’s thumb from her mouth, and looked at us. “You can’t be here. You gotta get away from this smell.” Roman told her. She stood and shook her head, rubbing her temples a little roughly and licking her lips, I assumed searching for any trace of the blood Roman left on her lip.

“I can’t. It’s everywhere, I can’t get away from it; I’ve tried.”

“What do you hear?” Roman asked her. I frowned and looked at him.

“Blood. Pumping through veins. Hearts pumping and beating. It’s fucking all I can ever hear.” She murmured as she cupped her hands around her ears and squeezed her tired eyes shut.

“Why don’t you come with me back home.” Roman softly persuaded.

“I don’t wanna go home.” she almost whimpered.

“Not your home, my home.” Roman gently corrected her as he grabbed her hand and led her out of the crowded cafeteria. I leaned against the wall and watched, crossing my arms and biting back a tinge of jealousy as Roman got to wrap her in his arms and hold her while she calmed down. “It’s gonna be okay,” Roman whispered in her ear.

“You can come with me,” I quickly piped up. I saw her shake her head gently, but I didn’t stop. I decided enough was fucking enough. “Alex, you’re gonna come with me. I know you’re ignoring me right now, but I want you to come home with me. Just for now.”

“She can come with me,” Roman replied, almost glaring at me. “Maybe what’s best is she’s with an Upir. Preferably one she’s known all her life.”

“Mature,” I grumbled to him. “Alex... please, just come with me.” I begged the female. She looked at me from underneath Roman’s arm and sighed; she was snugly pressed against Roman, but she finally moved out of his arms and looked at me.

“Fine.”

~ Alex’s point of view

I walked with Peter in silence to his house. Roman was hesitant to let me go, but I finally got him to let my arm go, and I went with Peter.

If there was any chance I could convince Peter to stay away from me it was right now. I looked awful. I had dark circles beneath my eyes so dark I looked like the walking dead, my body was frail and looked inhuman. I was starving, sleep deprived, and on the brink of either tears or screaming; and we were about to find out.

When we got to his house his mother was in the kitchen, and she began to talk to Peter, quizzing him on why he was home, before she turned and saw me. She gasped and nearly dropped her plate.

“Oh, shit! Alex, you scared me.” She sent me a weak smile. I responded with an even weaker smile, attempting to straighten my posture but not having the energy. “Are you... are you okay, honey?” She asked me hesitantly. I rolled my shoulders, and shaking my head softly.

“Can we get you some meat? Do we have any raw meat?” Peter asked, digging through the fridge.

“No, we’re all out.” His mom replied, watching me warily. Her blood pumped steadily, but her heart rate picked up as usual, as I stayed away.

“Fuck. Well,” Peter looked at me and walked a little closer. I stumbled over my feet backwards and watched him, trying to keep away.

“Please don’t.” I hurriedly spoke. Peter stopped, looking slightly hurt, or maybe it was worried, as he watched me. He nodded softly.

“Okay.” He spoke softly. “But you have to explain what’s going on.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What do you mean?” I asked again, this time less patient as I ran my hands through my hair.

“God damnit, Alex, you know what I mean! You’ve been avoiding me, you’re not eating and sleeping, you’re spacing out, you’re--”

“It’s fucking maddening!” I yelled. And here it came.

“What is?” Peter asked, taking a few steps closer. The crazy thing was that, through his mom’s heart nearly beating out of her chest, his heart rate remained steady.

“Everything!” I choked, looking at him and feeling a sting of tears in my eyes. “I’m so hungry all the time, no matter when or what I eat! I can smell the blood of all these girls because they’re all on their fucking period. I can hear your blood pumping through your veins, and I can hear your heart beating-- do you know how fucking insane that is driving me?” I asked harshly through clenched teeth. “And I can’t do jack shit about it! All I can do is suck blood off my fingers, and that doesn’t do anything! It’s like when you’re so thirsty so you save your spit. It refreshes you for two seconds and then you go back to being thirsty.”

Peter clenched his jaw and then shook his head.

“I will not let you do this to yourself anymore.” Peter spoke, walking over to me. I looked at him and frowned, backing against the wall.

“What do you mean?”

“Bite me.” He said, tugging the collar of his shirt away. I heard his mother say a gentle ‘Peter’ in warning.

“What?” I asked in shock. Any tears I had were immediately drawn away at his offer.

“Bite me. Here, drink my blood.” He tilted his head to the side and shuffled closer. I watched his vein in a trance, the sound of his heart thumping taking over my ears. I licked my lip, feeling myself drawn to his neck. I ripped myself away from those thoughts, pushing myself against the wall and closing my eyes, pushing my hands through my hair and tugging at the back, shaking my head violently.

“No.” I forced out.

“What?” He asked, as shocked as I was a moment ago.

“I won’t hurt you. I can’t control myself, Peter.” I spoke, meeting his shocked gaze. I gulped. “I won’t drink your blood if it means I could kill you.” I saw Peter’s mother’s face relax in the background as she held her thumping heart. “I won’t do it.”

“Well, I won’t let you starve” Peter forcefully added. I backed away from him and gulped.

“I will die before I will hurt you.” Peter looked at me, his eyes searching mine, before he slouched his posture in defeat.

“Alex, you can’t do this to yourself.” He whispered.

“I will not drink your blood.”

“I know. But I’m offering it to you. I want you to take it. I want you to stay alive, not go insane, and this is the only way to keep you healthy. Alex, I trust you.” He whispered. I didn’t even notice he got as close as he had until he cupped my face in his hands. I closed my eyes and furrowed my brows.

“Peter, please...” I begged. “Just go away. Stop touching me.” I forced out, covering my ears as if it would help.

“I’m not going to,” he used his thumb to force my chin upwards, and leaned in. “Alex, I trust you.”

“I don’t.”

“I don’t need you to.”

I can’t do it.” I opened my eyes and looked up at him, the sting of tears at my eyes. “I can’t hurt you.”

“I can’t watch you die from the sidelines anymore.”

“If I die but you live then so be it.”

“Why are you so fucking stubborn?”

“I am my father’s daughter.” Peter gave a soft laugh and brushed a tear away from my cheek.

“Please, just take a little bit of my blood. I don’t want to live in a world without you.”

“Peter, I can’t...” I glanced backwards at his mother, who pretended she wasn’t paying attention, but I decided ‘fuck it’ and continued. “I can’t because I care too much about you. I’m not gonna die and you are. And I don’t wanna live without you. I can’t get this attached. Not to you, not to a human, not to anyone who’s not an Upir, and no Upir, or anyone else for that matter, wants dirty blood with them. I can’t not be a loner because no one wants me, and I can’t have you forever, so I won’t have you now.”

“Dirty blood?” Peter shook his head as if he didn’t understand.

“You know, Peter. I’m not full Upir, I’m half human and no one wants my dirty blood in their family.”

“Fuck that. Blood doesn’t matter, and listen, Alex, I don’t care about the future. I just care about right now, and right now I need you to drink my blood.”

“Peter--”

“Shut up,” he whispered softly. “Drink my blood or I will have to make you.” I watched him through glazed over eyes. I was seeing everything in a much more tired light and it was getting harder and harder to eliminate what was fake and what was real, and within the past week, Roman had been the only thing that felt real, and now so did Peter.

I used my fingers to push against his jaw, making him lift his head up. I gulped as I watched the pulsing vein. I forced myself to calm down as I neared his neck, exhaling a shaky breath of air before gently sinking my teeth into his neck.

Peter jerked slightly, but stayed still for the most part, leaning heavily against his arm that was beside my head on the wall. I put my right hand on his shoulder and tensed up in restraint. All I wanted was more blood. More and more blood. His mothers thumping heart wasn’t helping, either. He hissed, his back tensing underneath my fingertips.

I let his neck go slowly, licking the blood away from my lips and staying close for a second. I licked his neck where I’d bitten to remove the extra blood and leaned away, looking up at him.

“You’re fucking stupid.” I whispered. Peter used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the blood away from the corner of my lip with his covered thumb and smiled lightly at me.

“I know, but I can’t sit there and watch you die if there’s something-- hell, anything-- I can do.” Peter’s mother watched the scene, leaning against the sink and looking relieved.

“Don’t worry,” I spoke, looking back at her, “I didn’t take that much. He’s alright. I promise.” I smiled lightly. “I don’t want him to die just as much as you.” I smiled lightly at Peter, seeing him blush lightly and smile back at me.

“You know, Alex, you should really stay the night.” His mother spoke up. I looked at her and smiled timidly.

“I shouldn’t.”

“Of course you should. You’re safe here.” She added. I stayed quiet for a second, and then nodded softly.

“I suppose it wouldn’t really hurt. My parents are probably busy banging anyways,” I laughed lightly.

“You can take my bed.” Peter spoke up.

“I can take the couch.”

“My bed.” He corrected. “I’ll take the couch. Don’t argue.” He playfully threatened. I laughed softly again and shook my head, looking down at my hands.

“Obviously you always wear me down.”

“I’m only looking out for you.” Peter whispered.

“I know.” I smiled up at him and cupped his cheek in my hand and leaning up to peck his cheek. “And I want to thank you for that.” I rocked back onto my feet, not moving away from Peter much. “I know I haven’t been exactly easy for the past few weeks. After Roman... I just didn’t treat you very well and I’m sorry for that. And I truly appreciate everything you’ve done-- and that you’re doing even now-- for me. You’re too good for me, Peter, but I don’t want you to leave. Ever. And if you ask me about this I will deny it, but I don’t ever want to be without you.” Peter grinned goofily, obviously trying to stop, and leaned more into my hand.

“You know that... that I care about you.” He suddenly stopped, his smile faltering. “You’re... you’re my best friend.”

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