#lynda rumancek

[untamedlobo]

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

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Macabre [ HEMLOCK GROVE ] - Chapter 6

~ description ~

A werewolf whose only skill is running from his fears, a half-upir with no idea of the true darkness lying inside of him, and a girl found alive in the woods months after her mysterious death.

Some secrets in Hemlock Grove should have just stayed buried. In a town that isn't so sleepy after all, monsters of all kinds are wide awake under the surface, crawling their way up.

~ warnings~

This story will contain mature and heavy themes that may involve potentially explicit content, gore and murder, talk of kidnapping and stalking victims, animal death, supernatural/paranormal/religious themes and trauma, any other themes not covered in the general description will probably be tagged here at the start of the chapters that other significant warnings apply to.

A list will be linked here upon completion and upload of each chapter:

Cicada and the Snake

Chapter 1 . Chapter 2 . Chapter 3 . Chapter 4 . Chapter 5

. Chapter 6 . Chapter 7 .

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c h a p t e r s i x .

Jude Evergreen

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"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T EVEN GO TO MY FUNERAL YOU JERK," she drove a playful fist into Roman's arm. She wasn't mad in actual fact, she wouldn't have gone to Roman's either. She wouldn't have been able to stomach it.

"Hey– I had more important things to do," the boy answered as he flicked the ashes of his cigarette away with practised ease, "like drinking away my sorrows."

"You really did miss me," Jude ruffled his hair, and in response, he grabbed her hand and threw it away with a grumble under his breath that wasn't quite intelligible.

Of course he missed her– she'd have to be blind not to see the troubled look in his eyes, the way he wouldn't look at her for too long, the way he would swallow sharply whenever she smiled at him. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like for him and in that moment she hated herself for what she must have put him through. She knew that she would not have any luck in getting him to talk about it. Roman wasn't the type to open a wound unless it was to salt it.

"I did, I went" Peter raised his hand as though he were a student hanging out for that fat gold star. He was sprawled out on a hammock strung between two trees, shirtless, beer dangling from one hand. If anyone looked relaxed, it was Peter Rumancek, drinking and grinning in the warm, sticky early-morning air like none of this was even a little fucked up.

"I assume that's why you're in town?" she assumed.

"Well you're not that special. Vince kicked it too, Lynda and I moved in not long after you skipped."

"Yikes. Nothing says best family ever like making yourself at home in your dead uncle's house. I'll bet this is his beer too?" she asked as she took a swig of her drink.

"Probably," Peter replied with a shrug, clearly unbothered.

It was all in good fun, and it was easy to imagine that nothing at all had changed. It was all so weirdly normal, the three of them sitting there, passing beers back and forth like nothing had changed. For a moment, she could almost believe that it hadn't. Roman still sat perched like a king on his throne [otherwise known as the broken lawn chair], Peter sprawled out like the carefree guy he was. And Jude, somehow, in the middle of it all, laughing at Roman's sarcastic jabs and Peter's wild stories.

It was easy to forget about the darkness inhabiting the edges of the clearing. The way the trees seemed to lean in closer, as if listening. Easy to forget about the thing in the woods.

Since returning from the reserve trail, they decided it would be best for Jude to hide out at the Rumancek residence until they figured out just what the fuck was going on, because Peter had figured his mother would be the only woman with sense enough not to tell anyone. In the event that anyone else would be able to see her, she did not fancy waltzing in through the front door of her trailer park home and scaring the shit out of her poor old man.

The clock above the trailer door had ticked past four a.m, but none of them felt even close to tired. There was too much to think about, too much to process. They all suffered from the conclusion that Jude was not alive.

She could eat, drink, taste, feel but was not warm to the touch. She felt cold even while wrapped up in three blankets, and the ache in her bones seemed primordial like it had been there all along. Her skin was a pale ash-grey colour, her freckles faded and her red hair dull, the closing wounds beneath her skin a distant memory that never seemed to have happened.

The flickering yellow light above the trailer door snared her attention, and for a second, staring into the light took her someplace else.

She was naked when she woke. 

Battered, dried blood caked onto her skin and ants poured over her body. She shook them off, shook the singular shackle around her ankle. The rusty metal clinked, loud– too loud in a forest filled with silence. The chain was rusted. Stiff. Heavy.

It was dark and she was lost.

The grass beneath her was dead and scratchy. The trees were wrong. Twisted, gnarled things that reached toward her with clawed branches. The wind around her played a haunting tone, and a nearby voice whistled a tune to a song she didn't like. Jude sat up and saw nothing but the night. Then she stood up. Then she walked.

"Earth to Judith–" Roman leaned over to snap his fingers in front of her face.

"What?"

"What do we do now?" he asked, looking her up and down as to take in her ghastly appearance. "What do you want to do now?"

"Mmm. Get shit-faced?"

"That's not what I mean, dumbass" he rolled his eyes.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I guess.......I guess we try to find some answers".

"Answers. Right. Sounds easy enough," Peter shrugged. "We get a lot of those around here."

For the next few days, like a dog begging for scraps, they waited for their answers. The first day- drink and sleep and dreams. The second day discussion about said dreams. Peter asked his psychic bitch-witch cousin Destiny who decided she didn't want anything to do with it. The third day consisted of weed and waiting. The fourth day; Jude was tired of this shit.

So Roman drove her to her house.

The trailer park was quieter than it had any right to be. The early morning sun filtered weakly through a hazy sky that hadn't woken up yet. She followed Roman along the cracked asphalt path. Grass wilted where she walked, shrivelling and scrambling back into weeds. 

She did not have a heartbeat. She could not hear it drumming in her ears, could not feel the flutter in her chest that always used to make her feel sick. Breathing was a chore she no longer cared for. 

She was still swamped in the oversized hoodie and sweatpants Peter had dug up for her, both of which hung off her thin frame. A stale smell was starting to cling to her, not of rot but more of dust, of something old and wrong, something that did not belong in this life. She wanted her old clothes, anything to bring her humanity back.

They looked through the windows of the beat-up trailer. They went to the back door. It creaked loudly as Roman eased it open. He slipped inside, motioning for her to follow.

It smelled the same as she remembered—beer, stale cigarette smoke.

They crept down the narrow hallway to her bedroom, Jude's bare feet making no sound on the worn particle board. The door was already ajar, and she hesitated before stepping inside.

The room was exactly as she'd left it. Clothes strewn across the floor, and posters of bands she didn't listen to anymore covered the walls. Her bed was unmade, the comforter bunched up at the foot like she'd only just climbed out of it.

An unexpected feeling began to crush her ribs. It felt like it would break her, the nostalgia and the sorrow of just how abruptly she had left this place. It was vacant and liminal, disturbing to come back to. A stark reminder that she had been here one moment and gone the next without a trace, how entering this space was like she had never left, yet it also felt like it had been years. It did not feel real but the cold was real and the grey skin was real and the bruises were real and the blood was real. It was real and suddenly she knew coming back here was an awful idea.

Roman nudged her shoulder, breaking the spell. "You want me to grab stuff, or—"

"I got it," she whispered briskly, moving to the dresser. Her fingers brushed the handle, but before she could open it, she heard the front door slam.

Roman grabbed her arm and pulled her inside the closet.

The smell of mothballs and old leather filled her nose as she pressed herself into the corner of the closet. Through the slats of the closet door, she saw her father stumble into the room, almost as if Jude's arrival at the home had summoned him from his usual stationary stupor on the couch.

Lance looked worse than she remembered. His dark hair was unkempt, face stubbly, his clothes rumpled and stained. He reeked of drink and vomit and sadness. He clutched a bottle of whisky like a lifeline in one hand, the other clutched a framed photo that he snatched off the desk. He swayed on his feet, muttering under his breath, his words slurred and broken.

She recognized the photo at once. It was one of her favourites—a picture of her and Lance at the lake, her arm slung around his shoulders, both of them grinning like idiots. She hadn't thought about that day in years. She hadn't thought about the fact that she would probably never get to have that again, and it made her feel sick.

Lance stared at the photo for a long moment before letting out a strangled sob. His grip tightened, and then he hurled it across the room as hard as he could. It collided with the wall and shattered, glass raining across the floor as he picked up another and threw it, another and threw it, another and threw it.

Jude flinched, her heart breaking as she watched him sink to his knees. He picked up another photo from her desk—a school picture this time, of when she had been a little girl with ginger braids and a toothy smile.

"Fuck you," he snarled. "Fuck you. You did this to me. You did this. You...you left and you did this! Now fucking look at me!" he screamed at the frame as the glass splintered in his grip, his large hands bleeding. "Couldn't....couldn't keep a wife.......couldn't keep my own kid alive....fuck! I'm sorry," he panted, curling in on himself. "I'm sorry."

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

Jude pressed a hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. She wanted her dad like a desperate child, more than anything she needed him. She wanted to go to him, to collapse to the floor, to tell him she was right there, to hug him, but she couldn't. She wasn't his daughter anymore—not really. She was something else.

Her tears came faster now, her chest heaving. Roman's hand found hers in the dark, his grip steady and grounding. She clung to it, her nails curling into his skin as she fought to keep herself together.

The world was collapsing. 

The false sense of security she'd built with Roman and Peter shattered. She couldn't drink and laugh and smoke her way out of this one. She couldn't sit around and wait for answers. She wasn't alive. She was dead. She wasn't supposed to be here. This wasn't right. This wasn't fair.

Lance staggered to his feet, his movements slow and heavy. He didn't bother picking up the broken glass or the fallen photos. He just shuffled out of the room, leaving the door open behind him, and then he tripped and fell and passed out in the hallway.

Neither of them talked as Roman tugged Jude's arm and guided her out the bedroom window. 

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we are so back.

also if anyone's interested i'm looking to make a few different covers for this book to switch it up a bit every few chapters. if anyone would be interested in making some mood boards or covers let me know!

[cocaineskarsgard]

juicy fruit

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

tease.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what’s the real reason?”

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

“why don’t you have medication?”

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

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

“everything okay?”

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

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

“you could say that yeah.”

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

thoughts swirled in his head about that night.

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

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

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

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

say it. say it. say it!

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

“what?”

“fuck.”

“just say it. whatever it is.”

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

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

“your lips taste like juicy fruit.”

“you love it.”

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

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

sweetness.

[edhellfire]

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

@untamedlobo

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

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

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

[sanguinesinners]

As tedious as the evening was once the men departed from the fucked up events that had taken place in their twisted little town - They were left with nothing better to do but to stay at home.

With Roman being in with Shelley, whilst his bitch of a mother had been out to run errands, he had tried to equal his attention on his sister and then himself, which had involved him being shut away in his fucking room with Allie's pair of panties. Though despite his sick antics, he was bored out of his mind, and yet Peter wasn't picking up, which led to an early night for Godfrey, after downing a few bottles of beer.

Peter on the other hand was occupied with his mother, Lynda, a woman whom was very much different from the likes of Olivia, she was loved by most. The romani made his way to his small cooped up bedroom, finally finding his mobile on his bed, flipping it up he noticed he had a few missed calls, followed by a voice message...

A smug smile was plastered on his features, until he had heard more of the words that were flying out of her mouth, causing the wolf's ocean hues to widen, enticed by the idea, Rumancek couldn't help but have sudden urges, as much as he tried to compose himself, he couldn't help but ponder on why he was on Allie's mind, or why he was fucking her in her head - He only now hoped he had her on his bed here and now, though it could of been his sudden arousal from her invitation.

Without hesitation, Peter left his trailer and made way to Allie's apartment again, tracking exactly where she was now he had visited before. His mind was more puzzled than anything else, trying hard to bite back the urge to question her own motives.

Straightening his leather jacket and clearing his throat, he was now knocking on the brunette's door - Exhaling deeply, he found himself being as desperate as Roman right now. But fuck this, he wasn't the one who would pay for someone to rail every week.

He thought it was rude not to respond to Allie's call, but he was fast enough to turn up, hoping it would indicate that he was accepting her offer, and when the door had finally opened, he gave a small sheepish grin.

"Could do with those few drinks right about now" He chuckled. Motioning for her to lead him in...

@sp00kshowbabyyy Continued from here x

Rumancek had felt too comforted around Allie, as well as he did with Milly, his new feline friend - Though he noticed that the girl wanted some space, which was valid seeing as a close friend had just been fucking chewed and mauled to death.

Godfrey on the other hand, would gladly make his leave just so he could jack off on Allie's underwear, though everyone knew he wouldn't kiss and tell with shit like that, he was repressed even with the most lewd shit. Though his expression somewhat dropped once Allie gave her answer, The Upir respected her response but he was used to getting everything he fucking wanted, which included the girls - It was still understandable why though.

"Alright" Roman nodded, abrupt and casual was his answer, he looked over to his romani friend "-You can't fucking miss the place, but you're welcome anytime, as I said" He added, rummaging for a cigarette to prop over his ear before he headed towards the door.

Peter gave Milly a endearing smile, and then diverted his attention to Allie who he had the courage to brush a hand over her shoulder, comforting her once more time before he joined Roman and headed outside of her door.

"We'll be sure to annoy you more once you're ready and shit, and I don't think we can stay away from little old Milly now, so just let us know when you wanna hang again - and we'll see you in school" The wolf concluded before heading off. Roman lingered for a while, something about the girl he wanted to let loose with, but instead he just gave her a small salut and departed.

The boys would hope to stay in touch, after all, with the killings that occurred in this fucked up town, they were all in this shit together.

[landons-librarian]

Peter and Lynda Rumancek || Hemlock Grove

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

[fly-on-my-sweet-angel]

[certifiedskywalker]

The Wolf - Peter Rumancek

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you find it?” You asked quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

[untamedlobo]

Lynda’s bio is up!

[untamedvargulf]

Heart Heart Head

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

season 3 spoilers under read more !

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Heart Heart Head

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never change on wrong moon,

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

Never marry a Rumancek they will eat you whole .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another tiny crack appeared in her wall.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[aurorarebeka]

[unusualbill]

[atomicbliss]

me: alright, time to sleep

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

me: shit

[rozwell-endzwell]

Headcanon

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

"Naughty boy" "Stinky bastard man"

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

Bonus:

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

[claracivry]

- Same, Lynda, same