#romangodfreyx

[starshipsofstarlord]

Olivia’s Assistant - Roman Godfrey x Reader

Olivia Godfrey was your boss, not only inside the white tower, but outside of it too. A great many people were scared of the mother, she was a powerful, influential woman after all. You were more than willing to work for her, not scared of her like the rest of Hemlock Grove was. You actually respected how she wormed her way into a man’s world, using it to her advantage.

This wasn’t the first instance you had been asked to interact with her children, nor would it be the last. You were driving to a bar, the shady one on the corner, to pick Roman up. He wasn’t supposed to be in there, but he had a nick for breaking the rules.

If you had to choose a favourite out of the siblings, it would have to be Shelley. She was so sweet, and always had interesting things to speak about, whether that be a book she had read or a message she had sent to her uncle Norman. You couldn’t understand why some people were so cruel to her, sure her appearance was definitely different, but that didn’t mean it held no beauty. Her eye would be one detail you loved, many women attempted to largen their eyes with cosmetics, however the Godfrey girl didn’t need to. And through it, she saw only the good in things, she really was too good for this world.

Roman however was a different story. Much so. He never missed a chance to try and convince you or any other girl for that matter to join him, whether that be for a quickie in his car or anywhere else that was available. His young foolishness could tarnish his family’s name, although he didn’t seem to care if that was a consequence. He liked indulging in the moment, however you did not. Olivia had trained you to be organised and to always plan ahead.

Parking the car outside, you shivered at the bar’s dishevelled outer appearance. How did it convince anyone to enter whilst looking like that? You were sure you’d have to change you clothes after you entered, perhaps even burn them.

Slowly, you made your way inside, being cautious of everyone you passed. You drew eyes, being dressed so differently from everyone else, however you thought you looked respectable, and so did Olivia, and that was all that mattered.

It was no surprise to find Roman seated at the bar, puffing a cigarette and holding a glass with little remains in his other hand. He saw you quickly, he wasn’t shocked in the slightest to see you. He knew Olivia must have sent you, this was clearly not your scene.

“That stuff kills.” You took the cigarette from his lips, stubbing it out in its designated tray. The boy didn’t retaliate, he only downed the rest of his glass. “And if you die, who’s going to run your family’s business?”

“Not me, if I’m dead.” You didn’t need to tell him, he willingly got up from his seat, towering above you as you did so.

“Who am I going to work for then?” He stopped in his tracks, looking down at you with curiosity.

“You’re saying that when I take over from my mother, you’ll become my assistant?” Now he was interested. He felt like he had won at a fair game, as a regular boy. As a child he never had to compete for things, they were just handed to him on a rich platter.

“If that’s in your wishes then yes. Now let’s go.” You grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the foul place and towards your car. He would have been fine on his own, he knew what your car looked like from the amount of times you had to take him back home.

“It is.” He shut the car door you were holding open for him shut, balancing his hand on the hood of your vehicle. He even made your car look small.

“What is?” He had gone silent for minutes that you no longer knew what he was speaking about. The Godfrey heir only smirked at how naïve you sometimes could be.

“You working for me is in my wishes.” He leant down so that you could smell the smoke in his breath. “And then you can’t keep denying me, because you’ll be obligated to follow my orders.”

Roman got in the car, leaving you speechless until time caught back up with you. When it had you got in the driver’s side, putting your keys in the ignition, and sending an unimpressed glance Roman’s way.

“That’s not how it works Roman.” He should have already known this.

“We’ll see.” The game had begun. 

“Can (Y/N) join us for dinner?” Roman asked Olivia as he hovered over her in their private kitchen. His mother only furrowed her brows, but brushed his behaviour off.

“I don’t see why not, but it might have to wait until later, she’s running some errands for me at the moment.” He was getting exactly what he wanted.

“Can you fetch Roman from his room please dear?” You were surprised by Olivia’s invitation to join her and her children for dinner, however you didn’t decline. You couldn’t, it was such an honour.

You went up the stairs, walking through the hallway that lead to his room. Knocking on the wall, you received no answer, so you entered. Roman wasn’t in his room. As you looked around the room, you noticed it wasn’t the tidiest, but he was a teenage boy after all.

And then you saw that the bathroom door was opened a smidge, so you knocked on that instead. “Roman, are you in there?” He was quick to reply.

“I’m decent.” Perhaps you should have known better, but you entered trusting his words. He had lied.

“Roman, this is inappropriate!” You turned away, although you had already seen him laying in the bathtub. Naked. Even though you had faced the other direction, you still covered your eyes with your hand, trying to erase the memory so it didn’t stay marked in your brain.

“I am decent. Don’t you think so?” He flirted far too much, and you couldn’t bare to handle it.

“Dinner’s ready.” You muttered to him, embarrassed, before you went to leave. But his voice stopped you once more.

“So you did get my invitation?” That bastard.

The dinner table was tense. You wondered if it was always like this. All that had been discussed was Olivia asking what you did outside of your duties to her. You thought your life was pretty boring, but she thought the opposite.

“Mum, I have a question.” Olivia nodded her head, allowing her son to ask whatever was plaguing his mind.

“When does (Y/N) become my assistant?”

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[tragicallyxlame]

A Little Party Never Killed Nobody || Emma & Roman

     Silence enveloped the young woman the moment her company made his exit, his demeanor was flustered but Em didn't think much of it. The emptiness, the settling loneliness was regarded with a blasé shrug. Same old stuff, different day. But the path which unexpectedly laid before her was split in two. It was easier to just ignore it, to disregard the constant wondering, the gazillion scenarios that she viewed in her head much like Noir films on a silver screen. Most were completely idiotic, others warranting a laugh, all of them keeping her completely unfocused on the open literature which her dainty fingers coiled round. 

       With a groan, Emma huffed, the exhale tossing the hair which rested on her forehead in momentary disarray before she righted it, sliding that hand down her face. Does she keep her word? Or does she abandon it? Roman was an absolute stranger but there was this odd sense of security with him. Did 'stranger danger' apply to this situation? What if Norma found out? What if her dad found out? She'd be so screwed ... but he didn't have to know. None of them did. It was imperative that she find a reprieve from the constant thoughts of Norman, of the hurt that still infected her heart even if it was only to be temporary. One night. Her first party. Ever. How completely lame.

      Tick-tock. Tick-tock. That clock was obviously taunting her, twenty minutes until she was supposed to arrive at room nine. Fresh air was what she required, escaping her mental prison only to have her cocoa irises fall on that stupid house. Guilt sickened her, retreating back to the office, glancing at the various cabins, shutting that bloody door behind her. Sauntering back to the desk, her fingers glided across the glass screen of her iPhone, tapping her playlist, allowing shuffle to distract her from the fork in the road. Instead, the music that blasted from the small speaker enlightened her.

       { Don’t run

                           Maybe there’s a way out of the cage where you live                                              Maybe one of these days you can let the light in

                                                                                         Show me how big your  b r a v e  is }

       It was settled, the dilemma resolved, choosing her path as she shut off the lights in that office, locking the deadbolt behind her to toss the unneeded items into her vehicle. The pitter-patter of her heart consumed her senses, anxiety and excitement causing her entire being to thrum with life. 6 ... 7 ... 8 ... You can still turn ba -- ... 9. Emma Decody was past the point of no return. The number stared back at her whilst drawing in a deep, calming breath as much as her lungs would allow, rapping shaky fingers against the door, teeth gnawing at the flesh of her bottom lip until it was released and firmly pressed to the other. Not once did she glance back, her gaze, her stance remaining steadfast, unwavering. 

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Peter and Roman from Hemlock Grove.

Give me a character and I’ll tell you my top urls that play them. Anon or not!

Sadly, this fandom for RPer's is not very large. Right now, I only follow one on the list but I've stalked a few of the others from afar:

Peter's -

loup-garounoir

peterthegypsy

moiiiety

Roman's -

romangodfreyx

pyrrhic--warrior

steelheartangel

[riverandolivia]

romangodfreyx replied to your post: { ooc: …. casually eating baked beans out of the...

May or may not have done that before too. Regrets nothing. Also, haven’t forgotten your post. Getting to it a little later tonight. I love your Olivia, though. ;)

{ I have met my kindred spirit haha! Yes, I love your Roman as well! }

[starshipsofstarlord]

One last Call

You were going to hate him.

It was official it would be the end of the two of you, once and for all.

There was nothing he could do nothing he could say that could make anything he did better.

He killed Destiny. He broke her neck in cold blood, ending any possibility of anything being okay.

Nothing would be okay. He had screwed up, big time.

From your hatred.

Roman pulled his phone from his pocket, calling you.

The device was held to his ear and he was relieved to hear that it went to voicemail.

It meant the inevitable was delayed, but that you wouldn't be a problem for now.

"Whatever you hear, I'm sorry."

Peter was another problem, one that he could deal with.

This was never how the rich man thought his life would go. It used to be you and him, and then Peter moved to town.

Things were okay, up until Letha died. If she were alive today, perhaps things wouldnt be so messed up.

He stood over where he had buried Peter. The problem was solved. But his sister was still out there, twisting his words and nurturing his baby.

She was a monster. An upir. And so was he.

So many people had called him a monster and he had denied their accusions. But now he believed them.

His best friend was dying, losing oxygen in the dirt, and you were oblivious to all that he had done.

It would be the last time that he called you. He couldn't stand to hear the innocence and lack of suspicion in your voice ever again.

It was taunting. Hurtful. Even though it wasn't supposed to be.

He got home. And there you were, sat on the sofa.

You were still, and it made him believe that Annie had gotten to you. Deluded your mind with the truth, demanding you run for the hills and away from her brother.

"What are you doing here?" He croaked out. You turned, standing and going towards him.

"I'm here to see you." You told him.

"You shouldn't be here." He told you, heading to the fridge to take out and open a bag of blood.

The way you looked at him put him off his appetite, and so he wiped whatever red residue had stained his lips and put the bloated bag on the side. "Go."

"I need to make sure you're okay. That call was strange earlier."

There was no fear in your eyes. Yet you surely knew what he had done. You recognised him as a blood thirsty monster.

"I'm not okay." He responded, a frown ebbing into his forehead. "You surely know why."

"I don't." He tried walking past you but you blocked his path with your fragile body. 

“Move.” He ordered you. But you were always one to defy his orders, even if they had the intention of keeping you safe.

You were the one person he could never hurt, he told himself. You were too important to him.

“No.” You denied the upir, refusing to take even one step to the left.

“The call meant nothing.” It meant everything. It was an apology to not only you, but everyone else.

“Bullshit!” He could hear the fuming blood beating in your veins. He needed blood, and before he could reach for the bag that he had put down, you grabbed it.

“Don’t.” He told you.

“Tell me what you did Roman.” You pleaded with him.

And then it snapped inside of him. “You know. Annie told you!”

“She hasn’t told me anything.” You taunted him once more. 

Breath seethed through between his teeth. You were driving him crazy. Your arm reached out to comfort him, but he couldn’t control himself.

He grabbed it, pulling you closer and launching his teeth into your throat. Your arm dropped the blood bag, spilling the contents on the ground and decorating the kitchen floor in red.

Your own blood mixed with it, your eyes and mouth were agape as you tried and failed to scream. 

Roman couldn’t stop himself. Not this time.

In the past you had allowed him to nick your skin with a razor and lick what bled. It always tasted delicious and he treated it as though it was a treat. But this was a feast.

Amidst his meal, your phone rang, but clearly you were too busy to answer. Roman was too preoccupied to pay it any attention.

His arms dragged you down to the ground, his mouth removing itself from where it tore your flesh.

He sobbed in shock, the taste of your blood now disgusting him. “No!” He screamed, realising what severe damage he had caused.

Roman shook your body, but it remained limp in his arms. Even dead you were so beautiful.

And then he remembered, your phone. He gently grabbed it from your back pocket, playing the message that the caller had sent.

“It’s Annie. You need to get out of this town. Roman killed Destiny, and Peter’s gone after him. Stay safe.”

You really hadn’t known.

And now like Destiny, you were dead.

[peterthegypsy]

I didn't realize you had two Roman muns (I think there is two?). omfg. Well both of them are EXCELLENT. YOU GUYS ARE ALL EXCELLENT. BLESS YOU GUYS FOR EXISTING!

Technically, I think … I have three. I don’t know. I think the third one’s gotten kinda busy like I was this past week, so … not sure where that one’s going …

And thanks. I like the Romans who are writing with me. I like them both very, very much and feel honored they write with me at all. Heh.

[peterthegypsy]

Do you miss Roman?

… really? Are you serious?

[peterthegypsy]

I. Owe. Replies.

To these people, as far as I know:

Roman (Flirting with Disaster)

Sophie (Murals)

Ambrose (Prometheus)

Roman (Murals)

If I'm missing anyone, please tell me. I've been somewhat scattered lately, so I'm sure something's fallen through the cracks somewhere.

[tragicallyxlame]

Party in the motel.. I mean what? xp *inside joke*

SHHH! It's supposed to be a secret. xD