#peter rumancek drabble

[hecohansen31]

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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[tireddeadbitch]

Good Boy

[Romancek, Explicit]

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Peter lit a cigarette as he sat in the hammock outside of the trailer. He couldn't sleep. The full moon was the night before and he ended up sleeping all day. Of course he couldn't sleep now.

"Hey, Pete." a familiar voice said. He turned his head to see the one and only friend he's ever had; Roman Godfrey.

"What are you doing here so late?" he asked, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

"Do I need a reason to see you?" Roman countered as he took Peter's cigarette and took a hit, looking at him.

Peter had been lounging in just some pj pants while he sat outside. Now he felt a tad bit too exposed in front of him. "Well, it is the middle of the night. Thought the prince of the kingdom would be getting his beauty sleep."

Roman blew the smoke into Peter's face before he chuckled a bit. "And miss out on seeing my favourite pup? Never."

That name. Pup. He hated when Roman would call him that. It got him all riled up.

"Scooch." Roman said, patting his thigh lightly. Peter rolled his eyes and made room for him on the hammock. "Why are you up so late?" he asked as he took another hit of the cigarette.

"Can't sleep." he said, taking the cigarette back. "Full moon was last night. I can never sleep the night after."

Roman looked over Peter. The latter could feel his eyes going down over his body. "Is it usual for you to be outside in just thin pants?" he asked.

"When I'm by myself, yes. Didn't know you were gonna come visit."

Peter flinched a bit once Roman reached out and touched his bare chest. "Think I was gonna hurt you? I could never hurt my pup." He felt Roman's hand travel down his torso, stopping right before he got to his pants.

Peter's face flushed at the touch. He refused to admit how much he had wanted this. "Awwe. Look at you. Such a good puppy." Peter looked up at him, his breathing getting a bit heavier.

Peter would never admit it, but he had dreams like this. About Roman. One in particular being very similar to this.

Roman smirked at Peter, letting his hand go down and cup him through his pants. He slowly started to rub him. Which earned him a small whimper. "Be a good pup for me and I'll let you cum." he said as he kissed his neck.

"Fuck, Rome.." he mumbled as he tilted his head for him. Sure, Peter had been with guys before. But he never had feelings for any of them. Roman was the first. Peter covered his mouth once a small moan escaped him at the feeling of Roman sucking a hickey onto his neck.

"Such a good boy for me.." Roman mumbled against his neck as he put his hand down his pants. Peter gasped softly as he felt long fingers wrap around his length. "Gonna make my pup feel so good.." Roman growled softly.

Then, Roman started to slowly move his hand. Peter moaned into his hand as his hips bucked up. "Fuck, Rome, please.." he begged, much to his own surprise. He never begged for anyone before.

Roman smirked and sped up as he kissed and sucked on his neck. It didn't take long until Peter was a mess for him; moaning and whining as he felt himself get closer to his climax. "Come on, baby. Be a good boy and cum for me." Peter didn't last long after he heard those words. He came in his pants with a moan of his name, holding onto Roman for dear life. "Such a good boy." Roman praised, kissing him on the forehead.

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[sanguinesinners]

The ritual

Small Drabble of the events that occurred during Roman and Peter’s preparation for the Vargulf. @luctisonusx

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With Caleb offering to turn on the wrong moon, Peter had his own fears and worries with this, it was precisely why he warned the boy and was opposed to it - Demanding that it was only himself that would have to go through this. Peter had gathered some supplies to form one of the rituals that Destiny and he had spoken about, placing down candles to circle all around him, he had began the ritual to seek advice upon how to defeat the beast, and how it would all come at a cost, and it only saddened them both when he had turned back to a silent Roman whom had been petting and stroking Casper upon his lap.

Without any explanation, Peter had pulled the cat from Roman’s lap, which made Godfrey concerned, spilling out ‘why’s’ and ‘what the fuck are you doing’ -Before he knew it, Peter had instructed for Roman to turn away and within a second he had broken his cats neck - Light tears forming, it was the only way to access a heart that he needed to complete the ritual. Roman had left to take some fresh air, wiping at his brow after shedding some tears himself.

“Fucking cat” he winced.

After this, Peter had suddenly entered a hypnosis trance, he had gotten up from the floor and made way outside, making the Upir question what he was doing, and if he was okay. Only later did the wolf know what he must do when he had visions of Nicolai, and choosing not to run away from his fears anymore. He realised that he must be his own sacrifice, his face, anyway,

“Bacon grease” he told Roman, indicating to his face that he had to at least use it to fend off and fight the Vargulf, Godfrey was hesitant and against it at first, but he followed by and acquired the bacon grease for Peter - This was also how Godfrey had taken his own weapon - A large axe, that Olivia gifted to him, telling him to be a warrior, along with his own mind that had flooded reminders to ‘make his heart steel’

Roman has a discussion with Peter about his axe which results in them having a light hearted discussion, then it averts onto Caleb and Roman can’t help but feel a slight pain in his chest, Rumancek can guess that the man has a similar connection or attachment to himself maybe, and with that they hope to get through this all together.

[luctisonusx]

Celebrations || Drabble (Destiny and Lynda Rumancek)

Because this conversation is living rent free in my head and I can’t just not write it. Caleb isn’t IN it, but he is mentioned so fuck it

The sound of a cork popping was one of many indications that something exciting had happened for Lynda Rumancek. The woman was literally fucking glowing as Destiny held the champagne bottle in her ring covered hand.

“YEAH!” Lynda chanted and Destiny couldn’t help but laugh at the woman’s excitement, after all the woman had made a damn good deal with that Oliva Godfrey woman.

“Five thousand dollars?” It still didn’t seem real as Destiny questioned her, but there was no hints of deceit or bull shittery on the older Rumancek’s face.

“Champagne for all my friends.” Lynda gestured with a shit eating grin. Another round of giggles leaving Destiny’s mouth.

“Oh my god, Lynda.” She shook her head a bit as the two women began to move to the living room area where they could sit and be more comfortable. “I hope you know what you’re doing, because these people are not to be fucked with.” Everything in town, minus the name of the damn place, seemed to be plastered with the Godfrey name these days. Now more than ever.

“No one’s fucking anyone.” Lynda explained as she took a seat, “We just both simply have what the other wants. It’s business.” She watched as Destiny began to pour them both a glass of the champagne. She wasn’t scared of Olivia Godfrey or her son.

“Johai, as in the essence of pure bull shit.” Destiny laughed, referencing the little bottles of which Lynda would now sell for the high price of five thousand dollars. Fuck. Destiny still couldn’t believe it. Did Oliva really need them that fucking badly?

“It’s what she wants.” Lynda said with a shake of her head. She didn’t feel sorry one bit for that stupid bitch. They made a toast in Romani and clinked their glasses together. All seemed well in the world. The two women letting out sighs of content.

“I saw Roman’s hand.” Destiny said, seemingly out of nowhere, but really what had happened the other day -- with Roman and Peter and Caleb -- had been on her mind since it had happened. That poor fucking boy being stuck to those two idiots by a fate line of all things.

“Oh I know. I know.” Lynda said, “He hasn’t lifted anything heavier than his pecker since the day he was born.” And that was true, but not what Destiny meant and Lynda knew it. She just wasn’t sure where it was going beyond what Lynda thought she already knew about Roman.

“He’s capable of a lot more.” Destiny had to add. They couldn’t just let their guard down because the Godfrey boy was playing nice. It was easy to get comfortable with those ... those things and then when you least expected it, you were crying in your apartment alone over some piece of shit guy who never loved you to begin with.

“Yeah, but, you know, the only one he’s interested in hurting is himself.” Lynda said with a somber look on her face, remembering how upset Peter and Caleb had been after the five mile walk from castle Godfrey without Roman, “Peter knows that now. He had to find out for himself.”

“That’s the thing.” Destiny said, brows furrowing from slight frustration, “I saw Peter’s palm and that boy Caleb’s too. Their fate lines are literally the same.” Destiny took a sip of her champagne then.

“Well, that certainly complicates what happened yesterday.” Lynda said with a shake of her head and Destiny looked confused.

“Wait, what happened yesterday?” Destiny had barely heard from Peter, but he did seem a bit peeved last she talked to him. She hadn’t wanted to pry though with the risk of being snapped at with his bull shit sassy attitude sometimes. She could only handle the sarcasm so much.

“Peter didn’t say, but it was obvious Roman had abandoned the two of them somewhere. Poor boys had to walk back home. Neither one of them looked happy, but I made sure to fix everything.” Lynda looked pretty damn proud of herself. It was good to know that her baby still felt comfortable coming into her embrace and she felt bad for Caleb, who had watched them hug with an expression that looked like he was on the verge of crying. Perhaps he did that night.

“Shit.” Destiny said without really thinking and Lynda tilted her head at her. “It’s just ... Peter is strong. He can handle whatever that shit head throws at him, but Caleb? He’s on the cusp of a huge transformation and here’s this dick head going willy nilly with his feelings.” It was true. After all he had been through, losing his friend to a vargulf no less, and there was Roman convincing Caleb to do any number of wild things.

“Did you see that in his palm too?” Lynda was joking, but stopped her laughter when she saw Destiny’s face, “You’re serious? Caleb and Roman are -” 

“I don’t know what they are, but it doesn’t take a genius to see that whatever it is ... is fifty shades of fucked up.” Destiny cut her off, not even wanting to know what words might come out of the older woman’s mouth.

“Dilo!” Lynda said, exasperated by this information. Caleb surely was a fool to think he could make someone like Roman care about anyone but himself. He was so sweet and kind and Roman was ... far from it. Polite as Roman was, Lynda could see through it just as much as Lynda could.

“You know that I know that falling for an upir is bad news.” Destiny said with a sigh. The memory of her lost love was still prickling at her. Perhaps it was why she hadn’t actually dated anyone since then despite longing for love herself. She wished someone would look at her the way she caught Caleb looking at Roman. That would surely be a dream.

“Damn straight.” Lynda replied and Destiny decided she needed to change the subject. Lynda didn’t blame her either. She knew that it was a cut that was still healing. More time. She just needed more time.

“What about this vargulf?” Destiny asked then. She did think it was stupid that the boys were going after this thing, but then she was also aware that maybe Caleb, at least, didn’t have a choice. Then again, it seemed obvious to her that Caleb knew who the vargulf was.

“Nature will take it’s course.” Lynda said without missing a beat. It seemed like common knowledge, but apparently common knowledge wasn’t so fucking common.

“That’s what I tried to tell your son!” Destiny exclaimed, appalled that even his own mother knew it. Yet she knew Peter couldn’t be reasoned with. He was a good kid and she knew he was only trying to do what was right.

“He has to find out for himself.” Lynda said though she hated the idea of it really. With that and the memory of the previous conversation, she decided to make the conversation a little lighter, “What about you? Are you seeing anybody?” She knew the answer, but also knew Destiny’s reaction would be hilarious.

“So what, we’re telling real scary stories now?” Destiny quipped and both women couldn’t help but laugh -- warming the atmosphere up again where it had gone cold.

“Yes.”

“Yeah right.”

[mamakitty187]

NSFW Alphabet - Peter Rumancek

I am gonna necromance (necRUmance?) the fuck outta this fandom! Hope you enjoy, and if you have any ideas for drabbles, hc’s, imagines, whatever, PLEASE send them in!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Peter after sex is pretty chill; he’ll lay in bed with you, maybe lighting up a cigarette or a joint if you don’t mind. He just likes to bask in the afterglow.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

He loves your lips; every time you bite or lick them his eyes are drawn to the movement, he nibbles your lower lip when you kiss, and sometimes when he cups your cheek he brushes them with his thumb. He especially loves it when your lips are wrapped around him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically … I’m a disgusting person)

He’s pretty sure it’s a werewolf thing, but when he cums, it’s a *lot*. He always feels a little bad about making such a mess, which is (one of the reasons) why he loves finishing inside you somehow. When it’s your mouth he loves watching you swallow every drop, and when it’s after fucking you, the sight of his seed dripping out of you is sometimes enough to start round 2.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He can smell when you’re about to start your period. It’s not a bad smell to him, just something he notices.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Peter has had a lot of sex with a lot of people (of both genders). He’s very talented, and very proud of his skill.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

He doesn’t have one that he strongly favors over the others, but he really enjoys being able to see your face. Doggy style is different, since he can feel the wolf trying to take over; this can be good or bad, depending on the mood.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’s not goofy per se, but he’s able to laugh and tease and have sexy banter. If the mood is more serious he’ll roll with it, but sex isn’t an inherently serious thing to him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

We stan a hairy boy! But in all seriousness, he keeps his area relatively groomed, out of respect for his partner(s).

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Again, it depends on the mood. He can be incredibly intensely intimate, staring into your eyes, sharing your breath, feeling your heartbeats align.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s got the sex drive of a beast, so he’s gotta get off at least once a day, and usually more. He’s got no problem locking his door to rub one out, or even just doing it on the couch if he’s got the place to himself. Sometimes it’s more of a ‘get it over with’ situation, but other times he’ll draw it out and really enjoy it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

It should be obvious, but he LOVES marking his territory. He’s constantly leaving marks on your neck, scratches on your back, but also putting you in his clothes, letting you use his soap/shampoo so that you smell like him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He’ll go at it just about anywhere. His room is the most comfortable, followed by his couch or anywhere else in the trailer, but he really enjoys fucking in the hammock outside. He’s figured out how to use it as a makeshift sex swing, and since you two can often be found laying there anyway, it’s probably your most common sex spot.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Peter’s pretty quick to heat up; the right word, touch, or look can set him off. But insinuating that you belong to him - or giving him a reason to prove you are - is a sure-fire way to rev him up.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He absolutely will NOT fuck you when he’s in wolf form (you were only joking when you brought it up). It’s not even about the bestiality, he’s just afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep from hurting you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves it when you go down on him (see B) but he *really* loves going down on you. The noises you make, the way your body writhes, the scent and taste of your arousal, the feel of your slick heat on his tongue, it’s a total feast for the senses and he is ALL about it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can take it slow and gentle when you ask, but his default setting is, unsurprisingly, beast mode. He’ll rail into you hard and fast, or lap at you like a starving dog, or shove your head down in submission, anything to get both of you off as intensely as possible.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not the biggest fan of quickies (see S), but he’s a master at getting you off in record time, so he enjoys the challenge. As for him, it’s just a warm-up for the inevitable longer fuck, as soon as you’re able.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s okay with calculated risks, but throwing all caution to the wind makes him nervous. He can be convinced, but it usually takes some coaxing, depending on what it is, especially if it comes anywhere close to possibly hurting you (or getting arrested).

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Peter can last a *really* long time, to the point where getting off fast is hard for him. His usual when not rushing or drawing it out is about an hour, but he can easily go for way longer. On top of that, his recovery time is relatively quick, and then he’s up for more. There have been times where he’s had to give you a break to stretch, or get a glass of water.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have any toys himself, and he’d much prefer not to bother with them at all, but if you ask nicely he’ll use something on you. He really doesn’t like thinking of you getting off to anything but him, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Peter can be the absolute *worst* about teasing. With his hands, with his voice, with his eyes and smile, he’ll use anything and everything to turn you into a squirming begging mess. He always makes it up to you though.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Peter isn’t much of a dirty talker; he can, he just thinks it’s kinda cheesy. He’s definitely a growler though, and when he gets close to cumming he moans, his voice pitching up beautifully when he hits his climax.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He lost his virginity at thirteen at a gypsy wedding.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s uncut. It’s just not a common thing among his kind of Romani. He’s also big, like *really* big. He’s not sure if it’s because of the wolf or if he’s just blessed, but either way he’s proud.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a crazy high sex drive (see J). He’s at least halfway hard most of the time, and he’s gotten used to ignoring it, but it never takes much to get him the rest of the way up.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

If you’ve been marathoning it for a few hours he won’t last long, but usually he’s not sleepy so much as just very relaxed. He’ll be plenty awake enough to cuddle, smoke, and maybe (usually) go again.

@mrsniallhoran505​ @ilovemycrayons​ @wolfsilverhunter​

[cherrywineandmagic]

Hello I am in a writing mood today so... send me some requests.

Mostly looking to do short Drabbles but if the inspiration strikes for a larger fic then so be it!!

Characters I’ll write for:

Spencer Reid

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Roman Godfrey

Peter Rumancek

Damon Salvatore

Loki

Thor

Harry Styles(not a character but whatevs)

Request anything! But absolutely NO smut if you’re asking for Harry Styles because I do not write sex scenes about real people.

[ao3feed-hemlockgrove]

Gay Cryptids

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zySEMA

by iDiru

A drabble I wrote for Oshii in exchange for another drabble months ago but never uploaded. The prompt was 'Gay Cryptids'

Roman spends the night at Peter's in preparation for his imminent turn, and a dare to chase away boredom turns into something more.

ft. purple prose and an ambiguous timeline

Words: 806, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hemlock Grove

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Rumancek, Roman Godfrey

Relationships: Roman Godfrey/Peter Rumancek

Additional Tags: Drabble, Purple Prose, Skinny Dipping, vague sexual content, vague violence, Boys Being Boys, One Shot, No Dialogue

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[hecohansen31]

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”.

[tenyearsgonex]

Moon’s Bone Marrow

The shade of might-night blue sheathed the once vermilion  raided azure sky , stars peeking in through the small open spaces like freshly shined diamonds. And the moon, a large tantalizing circumference of golden illumination shone across the land ; lighting a pathway to every human an creature alike through the nights darkness. Lazy form swaying side to side in a rhythmic motion as it was settled into the nylon fabric of the hammock tied in between two trees that seemed to have a stilled growth spurt ; not reaching the potential height of all the others , tree tops almost reaching the universe above. Right limb dangling off the side , digits lazily wrapped around the neck of  dark brown glass bottle.  Eyes clenched shut in relaxation, blindly he brought his full hand up to his lips; lifting the half emptied bottle drawing the brewed liquid in and down his gullet. A faint smirk of satisfaction crept to the males brim as the contents filled his gut warming it.

The scent of the crisp night air filled his nostrils ,calming him further ; the smell of fall sneaking its way into the summers' air. Leaning up from his horizontal position , he swung his body over ; his upper half hunching over as his boot heels collided with the patchy ground beneath him. Once again the bottle rim found his tiers and he tipped his head back draining the bottle of the rest of its contents.  Bringing the opposite hand over , he then wiped the remains from the corner of his brim onto the back of his hand . Discarding the now empty bottle, he chucked it into the already polluted pond just across the way. Now, he needed another bottle of brewed spirit;  shoving all his body weight forward , the hammock swung and he hopped off and planted onto the ground. Balance being challenged due to the copious amounts of alcohol he had imbibed in. Gathering his footing , holding his hands out in front as an indication of current steady balance as she attempted to shake of the blurred hazing of the effects that the alcohol had on him.

 Cautiously, the males booted heels came down as he made his way back to his trailer to retrieve another brew. Yes, he was already extremely illegally  inebriated but who the hell cared? He needed to slip into this state just for the time being as the continuous obscene shit  transpired in the crazy town by the name of  Hemlock Grove.  In order to be able to cope in this town, one must drown her or himself in either drugs or alcohol. Well in his case/alcohol/ it was downing multiple twelve packs of cheap beer  a night that he had confiscated on the daily from a nearby Sunoco .

Finally, the impaired youth  made it to the small set of stairs that lead him into his messy trailer; but before he could take another step, his footfalls had seized. A feeling as if he were being watched rattled his bones underneath his skin. Pivoting in the said direction, the males blue optics locked onto the large source of flaxen light. He caught himself in a dazed state as he soaked up the sight of the bright immense round object that levitated in the sky above.  Stepping back as if he rejected his own  thoughts almost as if his body were rewiring itself within that small amount of time. He had been lost in the moon above, the sight in itself was beyond breath taking. And no matter how hard he tried to avert it's golden gaze , he could not peel his orbs away; it were as if it were drawing him in little by little.  

An unexplained gust of wind blew through,  it then danced against his flesh and through the long messy mane that cascaded down from the crown of his head, just past his jawline. The wind began to whispering inaudible nothings into his ear, calling out his true self into the forest.  Without much thought ,  the slender male paced from the steps and made his way in the direction of the forest.

Footfalls coming down slow and steady as they impacted the dirt patched grass, due to his trance like state ; he then discarded his jewelry piece by piece  , tossing it to the ground leaving a trail into the forest . The dismantled jewelry , making his slender form feel pounds lighter almost as if he would fly away  if his clothing and shoes didn't posses  heavy enough weight to keep him planted firmly on the ground.  At the blink of an eye, the male became fully nude  clothes now collected  in a trail with his other accessories. The cool crisp night air nipping perfectly at the males exposed flesh, an euphoric feeling racking his frame. Feet now bare , crushing and snapping the twigs beneath them as they  pinched the sensitive skin of the padding of each foot. He halted at the entry of  the large stretch of the woodland area, gathering himself physically and mentally for what was to come next.

With  hesitant expelled air from the males lungs, palms now squeezing closed then opening only to repeat the motion many times over again squeezing his eyes shut as his mind relaxed to focus. The sound of multiple bones began to snap and crackle beneath his flesh, he cried out in pain as each bone broke itself and then mended at the same time. Spine snapping and dividing, twisting from the inside tearing the skin from underneath.  Shoulder blades parting for room for their new replacements as he howled in agony as muscle and bones split . Bones crunching from the inside  , muscles tearing  and spraining beneath the flesh , ribs cracking and spreading wide as his insides began to tear inch by inch making him bleed internally . Claws now protruding from the males knuckles , splitting the flesh  to make themselves known . Eyeballs tearing themselves from the sockets , claws digging into themselves in clawing them fully out and onto the ground; only to replace them with the now golden glowing orbs that mimicked the moon. Painful moments had passed as his transition completed , the last barrier of flesh being broken by the new form that had laid dormant within.  The last bone snapped itself place, the newly formed creature shook its body to rid the fur of the bloody flesh to avoid matting  of the fur.  The whispering of the wind finding its way back to the being , dancing into the onyx fur as it lead the way into the deep dark forest . Peter's true form followed the whispering winds into the depths of the forest; to explore its true nature that lied deep within the males bone marrow.  

///-Short writing drabble for Peter Rumancek /- Hemlock Grove-/ 

[lcstpaths]

                 peter rumancek tag drop.

[emmyrosee]

Stuck (Fluff)

I want not one single word about how out of character this is. I know this is nothing like Peter, but I love him and I want a goofy Peter Rumancek in my damn life; I’m worthy of good things such as a goofy Peter Rumancek, no one can tell me otherwise

Michael drabble and two potential Duncan drabbles should be out later, and someone come beat me to finish my other trash

and no, even though this isn’t great, I will not stop writing for him, and you can’t make me  🤧

Encouraged by (and thank you for the encouragement) by the beloved and all appreciated:

@writingbyjade and @sojournmichael thank you both for the support!💕💕💕

(also, tagging @peachesandfern because Kayla’s a babe, and overly supportive and I don’t deserve her)

Warnings: Language because again, I have no self control. This is shit, and im okay with that

Peter Rumancek x Reader; uhhhh... Peter and Roman stir up trouble, and you’re the one who has to clean it up from him 

The loud blaring of your ringtone next to your head woke you up from a deep sleep, much to your annoyance. A bright pictured Roman was presented, and you were less and enthused. “Hel-“

“Hey, it’s Roman, Peter’s in the playground and needs you to pick him up, he loves you, see you later, goodnight!” Roman says, so fast it took your brain a second to figure out what he said. The other end went silent, and you grumble before swinging your legs out of your bed.

“Peter,” you growl to no one. “I’m going to end you.”

The drive to the park was fast enough, the lack of pedestrians at three in the morning benefits you greatly. As you roll up to the small playground, you can’t help but notice the annoyed Peter, his upper torso visible to you. Sighing, you get out, park the car and stride over to him, putting a smug look on your face.

You put your hands on your knees and crouch eye level to him, “hey handsome man.”

“Hi.”

“Whatcha doin’?”

“I’m swimming in a river, what does it look like I’m doing!” He yells, making a fist with his freed arms.

“Oh no, it was no problem that Roman woke me up in the asscrack of dawn, it’s perfectly fine, you’re welcome you sweet, grateful man,” you spit, crossing your arms. Peter sighs, “thank you for waking up and coming to get me,” he forces.

You nod, placing a knee on the edge of the tubed slide.

“So... you want to explain how this happened?” You ask, moving your finger between him and the slide.

Peter looks away, unable to face you. “Roman and I had a bet, whoever could go through the park first wins.”

You tilt your head in confusion, “I... what?”

“We were walking home, passed the park, and he jumped on the monkey bars. I told him he was too slow and then we set up the bet. Loser has to buy the winner drinks for a week.” His eyes travel to the slide, “and the rest you can figure out.”

“What the hell were you two thinking!” You yell. “If a cop sees you here, you’re dead!”

“It’s bold of you to assume Roman and I think at all, babe,” Peter says, chuckling.

You roll your eyes, “I should just leave you here.”

“Look, just help me out, and I’ll give you whatever you want, just get me out!”

Pretending to contemplate the thought, you rub your chin.

“You’re driving home.”

“Got it.”

“And we’re stopping for food because I’m hungry and fuck you for waking me up.”

“Okay.”

“And you’re coming back to my place because you’re not going to bother your mother, and we are going to cuddle, and tomorrow-“

“Yes yes yes, all of that and more, just get me the hell out of here!”

Satisfied with him, you nod. “Give me your arms,” you demand. Peter reaches out to you, and you grab his forearms as he grabs yours. “Alright, on three, you move like a madman and I’m going to pull, got it?”

“Yup,” Peter assures.

“Okay... one... two... three!”

After three, you put everything you have into pulling him out, heels digging into the wood chips and providing no traction for your half slipped on shoes. Through squinted eyes, you see Peter wiggling back and forth, his feet kicking against the sides of the slide.

Your brain crosses as a stinging all over your body spreads, and Peter’s heavy weight is nestled on top of you.

“Hi,” he chuckles.

You wince, “hi.” Peter quickly gets off of you before helping you to your feet, “you good?”

“Yeah. You?”

“I’m okay,” he says. “Hips are a little stiff.”

“Let this be a lesson to you to not be fucking stupid,” you scold, grabbing his hand and tugging him to your car.

Behind you, you hear Peter chuckle, mumbling “sure thing, lieutenant,” and you can help the smile that forces itself onto your face.

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

A Thousand Nights

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UXt1AI

by Naiira_Harlow

A giant group of drabbles and one-shots of the characters I love. Some old, some new, just enjoy!

Words: 4219, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Kingsman (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types, K (Anime), Saiyuki (Anime & Manga), Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic, Star Wars - All Media Types, The Walking Dead (TV), Criminal Minds (US TV), Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Kingdom Hearts, Hemlock Grove

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Original Kingsman Character(s), Original Narnian Character(s), Original Jedi Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin, Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Peter Parker, Fushimi Saruhiko, Yata Misaki, Munakata Reishi, Sha Gojyo, Son Goku (Saiyuki), Seiten Taisei Son Goku, Cho Hakkai, Harry Hart | Galahad, Merlin (Kingsman), Genjo Sanzo, Kougaiji (Saiyuki), Yatogami Kurou, Isana Yashiro, Judal | Judar (Magi), Sharrkan (Magi), Sinbad (Magi), Jafar (Magi), Masrur (Magi), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Daryl Dixon, Spencer Reid, Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Eren Yeager, Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Axel (Kingdom Hearts), Lea (Kingdom Hearts), Isa (Kingdom Hearts), Zexion (Kingdom Hearts), Ienzo (Kingdom Hearts), Peter Rumancek, Roman Godfrey

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UXt1AI

[luctisonusx]

Interrogations || Drabble

Clementine Chasseur has been wanting a swing at my boy so I decided to indulge her so uh here’s that drabble i mentioned to one person specifically about her interrogating him and also embarrassing / calling him out.

Perhaps Caleb had been day dreaming just a bit when he was pulled out of his thoughts by the knock on his door. Caleb moved to sit up in his bed, but the knocker didn’t open it. That was strange considering if it was Cindy, she usually didn’t even bother to do that. For a moment, he thought maybe he had imagined it until he heard another knock on his bedroom door, but this time a voice accompanied it.

“Caleb? There’s someone here who wants to speak with you.” Cindy’s annoyingly high tilted voice said and Caleb sighed, climbing off the bed and leaving his notebook that he’d been doodling in there. When he opened the door he was met by two women. One was, of course, Cindy. Her hair in that same old ugly bob do that screened “Brown Karen”. She stood in that sort of way that was expecting and Caleb had to stop himself from glaring at her.

“Caleb!” She greeted him as he peaked his head out from behind the door, not allowing the two to see into his -- unfortunately -- dirty room. “This is Clementine Chasseur. She’s from the fish and wild life department?” She said it like a question as she looked at the short woman. She appeared barely 5 feet tall, but there was something intimidating about her.

“Yes. That’s me. Hi, Caleb! I just have a few questions for you. If you don’t mind. Maybe we could chat a bit in private in your room?” She flashed her badge at him and then tucked it back. He eyed her and then Cindy, who seemed to disapprove of his reluctance. He sighed, opening the door wide enough that Clementine could come in before closing it behind him -- right in Cindy’s face. Clementine took this time to look around, noted how dirty the other’s room was before noticing the notebook. She tilted her head to look at it, noticing the page he’d been writing on was in fact covered in hearts.

“Someone’s a bit infatuated?” She questioned and Caleb rushed over, closing it, tossing the notebook onto the desk. He gave her a guarded look. She reminded him too much of Christina. She wanted something out of him, obviously, but in that threatening sort of way. He could smell it on her as well as the light hint of booze.

“I doubt my love life is what you came to question me about.” Caleb said then, jaw tense for a moment.

“No.” She sighed, “Perhaps not.” She took a seat on the edge of his bed then, looking back around and seeing all the posters on the wall.

“It’s come to my attention that you were one of the last people to see Lisa Willoughby alive.” Clementine said then and it made the hair on Caleb’s arms stand on end. How did she know about that?

“And where’d you hear that from?” Caleb questioned.

“I can’t divulge that information, Caleb. If you would just answer the question?” The woman raised her brow at him and he refused to look at her. 

“Christina told you that didn’t she?” He could smell it now, her light stench. She’d probably said that to deflect the attention off herself. 

“Again I can’t divulge-”

“She’s a liar and a rumor starter did you know that? She’s the reason everyone thinks Peter did it and he didn’t.” Caleb spoke through anger, probably saying a bit too much but he couldn’t back track now.

“So you know Peter Rumancek as well.” It wasn’t a question so he didn’t answer it, “Christina says he’s a werewolf. Do you know anything about this?” Caleb finally turned to look at her. His expression didn’t give out that he knew because he was in disbelief that she would straight up ask him that.

“Christina is a batshit crazy girl caught up in her own little world and she should leave me and my friends alone. Are we done here?” Caleb spat and Clementine examined him with those light eyes for a moment longer than Caleb was comfortable with.

“Is Peter the person you’re drawing hearts for?” Clementine asked then, as if she was trying to get a rise out of him and with the full moon so unbearably close, it was hard not to give her what she wanted.

“No. Like I said, it’s not any of your business.”

“Tell me what you were doing with Lisa Willoughby.” She brought it back around and he could see through her tactics. Wanting to get him angry enough that he would say something he shouldn’t. He had to remind himself that that was all she was doing.

“I didn’t know her and I certainly wasn’t the last to see her alive. Her killer has the sick satisfaction of that.” And yet now he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Her and the wolf and the wolf and him and those teeth sinking deep into his waist, it took all of his energy not to growl underneath his breath.

“Thank you for your time, Caleb.” Clementine stood up then, handing him a card from her back pocket, “If you have anything else to say feel free to call me.” She begun to walk out of his room, opening the door but then peaking her head in again just as she was about to close it.

“And Caleb?” He looked up at her, “Good luck with whatever boy has got you drawing hearts like that.” She let the door close behind her then and he heard Cindy greet her and lead her out. He stood frozen in place though at her last words. Was it really that obvious?

“Sheeit” He mumbled. He would have to tell Peter about this whenever he saw him next.

[ao3feed-steverogers]

A Thousand Nights

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UXt1AI

by Naiira_Harlow

A giant group of drabbles and one-shots of the characters I love. Some old, some new, just enjoy!

Words: 4219, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Kingsman (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types, K (Anime), Saiyuki (Anime & Manga), Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic, Star Wars - All Media Types, The Walking Dead (TV), Criminal Minds (US TV), Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Kingdom Hearts, Hemlock Grove

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Original Kingsman Character(s), Original Narnian Character(s), Original Jedi Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin, Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Peter Parker, Fushimi Saruhiko, Yata Misaki, Munakata Reishi, Sha Gojyo, Son Goku (Saiyuki), Seiten Taisei Son Goku, Cho Hakkai, Harry Hart | Galahad, Merlin (Kingsman), Genjo Sanzo, Kougaiji (Saiyuki), Yatogami Kurou, Isana Yashiro, Judal | Judar (Magi), Sharrkan (Magi), Sinbad (Magi), Jafar (Magi), Masrur (Magi), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Daryl Dixon, Spencer Reid, Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Eren Yeager, Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Axel (Kingdom Hearts), Lea (Kingdom Hearts), Isa (Kingdom Hearts), Zexion (Kingdom Hearts), Ienzo (Kingdom Hearts), Peter Rumancek, Roman Godfrey

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UXt1AI

[ao3feed-saiyuki]

A Thousand Nights

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UXt1AI

by Naiira_Harlow

A giant group of drabbles and one-shots of the characters I love. Some old, some new, just enjoy!

Words: 3215, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Kingsman (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types, K (Anime), Saiyuki (Anime & Manga), Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic, Star Wars - All Media Types, The Walking Dead (TV), Criminal Minds (US TV), Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Kingdom Hearts, Hemlock Grove

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Original Kingsman Character(s), Original Narnian Character(s), Original Jedi Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin, Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Peter Parker, Fushimi Saruhiko, Yata Misaki, Munakata Reishi, Sha Gojyo, Son Goku (Saiyuki), Seiten Taisei Son Goku, Cho Hakkai, Harry Hart | Galahad, Merlin (Kingsman), Genjo Sanzo, Kougaiji (Saiyuki), Yatogami Kurou, Isana Yashiro, Judal | Judar (Magi), Sharrkan (Magi), Sinbad (Magi), Jafar (Magi), Masrur (Magi), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Daryl Dixon, Spencer Reid, Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Eren Yeager, Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Axel (Kingdom Hearts), Lea (Kingdom Hearts), Isa (Kingdom Hearts), Zexion (Kingdom Hearts), Ienzo (Kingdom Hearts), Peter Rumancek, Roman Godfrey

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UXt1AI