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Macabre [ HEMLOCK GROVE ] - chapter 1

" 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 "

[ C I C A D A ] hosho mccreesh.

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~ 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, 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

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c h a p t e r    o n e .

Peter Rumancek

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IT WAS WITH A HEAVY HEART SOMEWHERE INSIDE THAT Lance Evergreen would lay his daughter to finally rest, but not heavy enough.

On a muggy October evening, the man would stumble into his house, more of a trailer trash dwelling than anything, and hit the drinks as though he had never left them. Judith had been gone for months, and in his mind, seeing them lower her battered corpse into a hole in the ground where he would never see her again felt almost offensively anti-climactic. He had dreamt of the worst-case scenario over and over again, had imagined how it happened, when and why. How they would find her and what would be left of her.

By the time her body was found dumped in that ditch, in his head, Lance had already seen it all.

He had already mourned. He would never stop.

Peter went to visit him the day after the funeral.

He kicked his way through discarded beer cans and shattered bottles that spilled sticky ichor onto the bare particle board. He thought Uncle Vince was bad, given his lethal alcoholism that had eventually killed him, but this was just sad and Peter was just sad.

He knew Lance as well as he had known Vince, the two men having been close friends. Peter knew that Lance had an ex-wife, Judith's mother, who had shown up for the funeral and left promptly afterwards. Peter hadn't known her all that well from the couple of times he met the woman when he was little, but he had seen the way she clung to her cigarette and never said a word to anyone at the funeral. She used to be a local, but neither his uncle or Lance had brought it up so he had never had a reason to ask why she left. They also had a son who died.

Peter had also known Judith, which only made his heart squeeze more to think about it. He had fond memories of throwing worms at each other, collecting snails as kids, and gathering around Nicolae Rumancek to observe the fairy he had caught in a mason jar. He remembered so clearly how Jude was so adamant that it was in fact not a fairy, but a firefly, and that Peter's grandfather ought to let it go. Now his grandfather was gone, the girl was gone, and all he had left were faded recollections to remember it all by.

The man was already out cold by the time he reached the couch, which had been torn up by a dog- he could tell from the scent. It must have died not too long ago, because the food bowl still sat in the corner of the kitchen, flies buzzing around it. Peter took it upon himself to dispatch the old food with a hollow feeling in his chest and returned to the living room.

It was difficult to see how much this man had changed. Peter had fond memories of Lance giving him shoulder rides and driving around in his car. He remembered his stories, many of which he and Vince made up, and remembered how life-like and exciting he had been. Now all that was left was a husk of the soul of a man- a man with a failed marriage, two dead kids and one dead best friend. Alone in the world to drink and then die.

Peter didn't know what to do to fix his uncle's friend. He didn't know how to help his sad, hulking body off the couch when he had no interest in learning how to move. He didn't know how to console a father whose daughter was gone. But he did know that he wanted to be there for him, and that he wanted to help.

So, he helped. All while the man had drank himself into a stupor, the boy found his way to the kitchen and to the garbage bags beneath the rusted sink with the constant drip. He put the bottles, the cans, the wrappers, and all of the litter that his eye could see into the bag and hauled that bag out to the trash. He came back. He repeated the process.

It should not have been Peter's job to clean up this mess, but for once he didn't mind doing it. It felt almost therapeutic to cleanse the trailer of the mess and the alcohol and the despair he wished Uncle Vince had the chance to. The last thing he did was pry the bottle from his hand and set it away on the kitchen table. 

Then Lance muttered in his sleep. Something something not worth it anymore.

When Peter came home later, he hugged his mother. He loved Lynda and she loved him, but they had never been a family for too much sentimentalism. Tonight was different. He needed that hug. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to never hug her again.

The following day at school felt like walking through a land of zombies. Peter was new to town, having arrived a couple of weeks prior to Judith Evergreen's funeral. He didn't know whether or not it was because of that, that everyone here seemed so lifeless and flat. He didn't think so, because he only found one or two funeral flyers dangling from the noticeboards, all of which had been trampled on or discarded on the floor.

It was the end of the day and Peter was in the middle of picking up one of the memorial notices for her when Roman Godfrey spoke to him for the first time.

"So you knew her," he said. A statement, not a question. His eyes– those eyes– tore right through the flesh and into his soul.

Peter knew at once that the boy was upir. He could sense it from a mile away, from the very first time he had glanced in the rich boy's direction on his first day at school. He could sense it like a serpent shifting beneath Roman's skin in the dark.

Roman was impossibly tall for the age of seventeen and had a face that had been morbidly carved by the holiest of angels. His hair was brown and loose, unlike his crisp blazer or tucked-in shirt and trousers. Peter wondered if the boy could smell his blood.

"Yeah. When I was a kid" he replied, anything to erase the unbearable cloud of tension that was the upir standing behind him.

"Mm. It's weird. I knew her too," Roman said. His voice didn't sound sympathetic, or if it did, it fronted as disjointed and monotone. "You want a lift home?"

It was raining and Peter had no interest in walking until he became a soggy wet dog. So he accepted. 

The car was a vintage cherry red Jaguar, which Roman explained had belonged to his father. Peter wasn't sure what he was meant to do with this information but nonetheless continued to listen. The ride was relatively quiet and the radio hummed in the stretches of silence between admittedly one sided conversations. 

"You're new in town," Roman said, making small talk.

"Are you a Gypsy?" he asked, but surprisingly not in that sneering way most other folk did.

"People at school say you're a werewolf. Is it true?" he questioned, as if Peter hadn't heard the rumours already, much like a subtle interrogation.

All of those things were correct, but Peter scooted around the last question by declaring that he was just an obscenely hairy teenager. 

The car stopped on the side of the road near a slope that rolled down into a clearing, pulling up just in front of a rusted mailbox. 

"You're related to Vince," Roman evaluated, seeming to recognize the dwelling. "He used to work for my mom at one point."

Peter had not known about that, and briefly found himself wondering what exactly his uncle had been doing with Olivia Godfrey. A strange, unnerving woman indeed.

As he thanked the rich boy and got out of the car, retrieving the mailbox, a car drove by.

Peter jolted. 

In the seconds it had taken for the other vehicle to pass, a girl had appeared sitting in the passenger seat of Roman's car, where Peter had only been sitting seconds ago. In the small window of time he caught a glimpse of her, he saw black and blue and gray skin and teary, blood-filled eyes.

He saw Judith Evergreen, and then she disappeared.

"Something wrong?" Roman asked, viridian eyes narrowing. 

After taking a moment to settle himself, unconvincingly the werewolf shook his head. The Upir left, but not without staring at Peter for a little longer than what was considered a normal duration of time to stare at someone. 

He descended the old wooden staircase and into the clearing by the river where his home, previously Vince's, sat overlooking the water. He entered, greeting his mother, and opened the fridge to pop open a beer. 

"So what's up with the Godfreys?" he asked, swigging from the bottle as he went over to plunge into the couch, stretching lazily to reach the remote and flicking on the TV.

"Bad business," Lynda said as she sipped on her cup of tea, already seated on the couch. "You should steer clear of them."

"The boy, Roman. He's an upir. I don't think he knows it himself," he sighed. All he could think about was the sinking feeling he got when he was near him, the feeling of drowning slowly, or being buried alive beneath the burning weight of his stare alone. Despite this, Peter couldn't deny his nagging intrigue. Call it morbid curiosity.

"He dropped you home?"

"He offered. It was raining."

Lynda said nothing in response, but Peter knew what she would have said. 

Be careful with him.

That night Peter sat down on the edge of his bed and found himself staring through his window and out into the woods. In those woods, he thought he saw a girl.

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boring but we're getting there i swear also oh my god i'm actually posting for once????

anyways this is also on wattpad and chapter two will be out very soon :) i'll shut my mouth now.

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[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

[sanguinesinners]

Continued from X @spells-n-bluebells

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Despite moving around with his mother Lynda throughout the years, something the Rumancek's were used to doing, the Romani had grown fond of Hemlock Grove to start with - The peaceful yet eerie forest that his new home had been situated in had made the Wolf share a small smile to himself, Nicolae sure had picked a sweet spot to nestle and hide away alright...

The trailer has been somewhat dismal from abandonment, but Lynda was sure making it feel like home in no time. Peter had searched out the woods, scanning his surroundings to see if it was safe enough for his transformations, though one person in this damn town would be sure to try and inspect this place sooner or later, digging their nose in unwanted business.

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School was alright, part of it. Rumancek settled in a few days before attending Hemlock High. The students were just nosy little pricks, for a new kid, it was expected.

There was one girl whom roamed the corridors that had seemed to belong in some fucking movie - The way she stomped and strolled about with her head down, Peter was complex, but intrigued...But he sure knew that she probably wanted to be left alone. Especially when he had seemed to of caught a large pair of green hues starting straight at him. The tall smartly dressed stranger seemed to of surrounded the giant girl, wrapping his arm around her and directed her throughout the corridors. Strange fucking town...

First class seemed a bore, as did the second period, But Peter sensed something was slightly different this time - Another set of eyes were on him once he shifted in his seat, throwing down his leather bag, a tedious expression plastered his features, but this time it wasn't out of judgement, he had hoped, it seemed to of been more of curiosity... Icy blues had now caught another. She was pretty.

He didn't know if this girl was new, or had been here for some time before he moved to Hemlock Grove - There was one way to find out, but Peter was too hesitant to even let a simple smile pull at his lips, instead he just flickered his hues over at her and then back onto the ramblings of the teacher within the classroom. Every now and then he would eventually glance over at the woman, sharing his own thoughts, and keeping thoughts to himself, and only after a few moments of silence did the corner of his thin lips twitch into a small smile. Fingers reaching to itch at his neck nervously.

Least she looked....welcoming.

[malsrp]

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[unusualbill]

Nicky

Nicolae Godfrey is the eldest of the Godfrey-Rumancek children.

Born mid-July during a rainstorm

Nicky's life revolves around mud, bugs, and sassing his parents.

Ever since he was a baby, Nicky loved the rain. His favorite activities are jumping in puddles, catching frogs, and pulling his younger sister's hair.

He takes after his Papa in terms of lycanthropy. And though he won't turn until he is thirteen, Nicky is already displaying lupine characteristics such as heightened senses and instincts

Likes:

Frogs, the color green, rainy days, dogs, dinosaur chicken nuggets

Dislikes:

Snow, the color purple, authority, coloring, staying indoors

Appearance:

Nicky has medium brown skin and juniper green eyes. His hair is dark brown and wavy, it is often a mess and it hangs down halfway to his shoulders. He is slim, and tall for his age.

He is almost always in a pair of rain boots, jeans, and a raincoat over a graphic tee

[psychoangiethings]

The Bloodline [Roman Godfrey x Reader]

A/N: I know, I know, no Roman so far but he’s in this chapter! Enjoy.

Warning: Adult themes & language, murder

Other tags: Magic, friends to lovers, slow build, nightmares, witches, upirs

Summary: After very suspicious car crash that killed both of her parents, Abigail Wolff moves in with her aunt to Hemlock Grove only to discover a truly interesting family history which her father kept from her. As she awakens her powers, something much older and terrifying is coming after her. Or maybe not after her at all.

Chapter 3

Masterlist

Chapter 4 - What’s up, Wolff?

17th November 2016

I started fourth week with my broken ribs. It was getting fucking annoying but they didn't hurt so much as they did in the beginning. I was learning a fair amount about herbs, tried to memorize some quick and useful spells. Slowly it started to get in my mind. Erika was happy about it but I needed to try harder. She always left me some books to read but soon there was nothing left. Erika didn't want me to read our ancestors's things so I made my own 'book' of things I knew and find useful. I called it my own personal 'portable grimoire'.

When she handed me some journals and grimoires about symbols, how to use them and combine them, I got an idea. Since our talk passed a week or so and I wanted to know if dad was possessed by something. Erika told me it was possible - that's why she wore those charms and rings everyday.

I told her I thought that someday I could find myself in situation when none of it I will be able to wear or I'll simply forget one thing and then what? I'll end up dead in some fucking alley? Firstly she wasn't so happy about it, but thought about my idea and then allowed it.

We drove to another town where no one knew us and I got myself my first tattoo. More like one big across my whole back with UV ink. And we had to go back three times because he couldn't do it in one session. So yeah, I got tattoo no one could see but I felt safer and Erika told me it was a pretty good idea. I was protected and no one could tell I'm a witch or suspected me of it. Right there I was that weird chick with a cool aunt.

"How're your ribs?" Her voice brought me back from my thoughts.

"Much better."

"So you're ready for a few quick rounds?" It wasn't much of a question but I nodded. When I got frustrated one day that learning names of stupid herbs won't help me and I'm just fed up, Erika made a game out of it. And every day we walked through her garden and I was supposed to answer her questions. Sometimes she would tell me name and I would tell her what the herb is for and how can you use it. Sometimes she just pointed at some and I had to tell her the name. In the basement she practised spells with me. And they were a pain in the ass. The oldest ones weren't translated (they had description of what they do though) and maybe it wasn't even language from our world. Spells translated from latin? Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

My mind was quick to adjust to situation in which we were but what if somebody attacked me and my mind went blank? What if I couldn't remember a single spell? Erika told me to run because one day my life could depend on how fast will I run.

Since I still couldn't go to school and let's be honest Erika made herself perfectly clear telling me why and when I will go, I was glad that Peter or his mother came by. I wasn't so self-confident to walk the streets of Hemlock Grove on my own yet. And honestly? I was scared. I was so fucking scared. Aunt told me it's a healthy reaction, that I'm healing and later I won't be feeling invincible like she did.

When I was in my room later that afternoon looking out of the small window near my bed, I could made out the shape of Rumancek's trailer on the other side of the river. I saw there two figures. One of them was definitely Peter but the second one didn't ring a bell. I knew they couldn't see me from so far away in such a small window but Peter said he would stopped by today and didn't say anything about another visitor.

He was my only friend I had here. And that was completely my fault since I was still buried in books or practising with Erika. I did became curious about Hemlock Grove so she told me stories and how it is today. She spoke about the Godfrey family, how a few years back they closed the Steel Mill and built Godfrey Institute. How a lot of people lost their jobs and were forced to look somewhere else or go to the Institute.

"Why do you live here? Why not somewhere else?" I asked Erika in the evening, when we were eating dinner.

"Because wether I like it or not, some Wolff has to live here. Not to mention the supernatural creatures who live in this town. One day we may need their help or the other way around. Some of them are very powerful and old. Or they come from old blood."

"Such as?"

"Such as you will know in the right time. I can't tell you everything. Some things you need to find out for yourself."

I was going to give her a piece of my mind, I really was, but there was a soft knock on our door. I got up and opened them. "Ah, Peter Rumancek. My only friend in this Hellhole. Where's your friend?"

He grinned at me. "It's not my problem you don't have friends and what friend are you talking about?" He carefully walked past me, avoiding my ribs and I closed the door. "Hi, Erika!"

"Hi, Peter."

"Go upstairs. You know where my room is." I told him and picked up my plate with dinner. "I'll eat it in my room." She only nodded because it became during the last few weeks a habit for Peter to show up this late. Sometimes he came with his mum but not today.

"So, what about your friend?" I asked him again, watching how he spread himself on my bed.

"What friend?"

"The one I saw through that window," I pointed behind him with my fork and grimaced, "earlier this day. He was taller than you." Fucking ribs. I seated myself on my comfy chair and put in my mouth another bite of risotto, watching Peter closely.

"And that taller than you friend, is Roman."

My eyebrows furrowed. "You didn't mention that name. I know that Lynda is your mother," he gave me affirmative nod, "Destiny is your cousin," another nod, "and that's basically everyone you've ever talked about. You, my friend, are very secretive," I talked with full mouth and pointed my fork at him again.

"Firstly - you, my second friend who isn't from family, are disgusting. Shut your mouth and eat. And secondly it isn't my problem. If you would be so kind and stopped playing a mole and went out to meet actual people, then I wouldn't be your only friend."

I sat quietly, finishing the rest of my meal and then spoke my mind. "I'm scared, Peter. I'm not even healed yet. I can't go to school yet but I'm tired of being here all the time. Even those trees in our backyard are pissing me off."

Peter was looking at me curiously, just lifted himself on his elbows and kept staring. "Are you sure it's just because of your ribs? Aren't you afraid of something else?"

I knew Peter knew about the supernatural side of our world. But I still wasn't entirely sure what to made of it. He never told me how exactly he came to that knowledge or if he had real witches in the family. I started nervously tugging my sleeve and that was the only answer he needed.

"Look. Tomorrow we'll go to the cake shop in downtown. I'll buy you an ice-cream."

"Peter, it's November."

"Who cares? Sometimes all you need is an ice-cream so stop bitching."

×

So the next day, in November, we went into town to get some ice-cream. Saying I was only nervous would be a big fucking lie. I was enormously bigh bundle of nerves and every unexpected noise made me jump but Erika was pleased with my progress, saying that I needed to get out of my comfort zone. So here I was. In front of our house waiting for Peter fucking Rumancek, who always got his way and my aunt supported him in it.

When he finally showed up, shit-eating grin spreading across his face, I wanted to slap him.

"What's up, Wolff? Can't wait for the tour?"

I rolled my eyes at him but smiled anyway. Our walk to the shop wasn't the fastest, I needed to make small breaks which were filled with Peter's sarcastic humour. Then he spoke about his family with a great passion and love. We exchanged stories. I told him about my seventh birthday when I broke my arm because of my stupidity. He told me about his uncle Vince and grandfather Nicolae.

"So what flavor do you want?" he asked me once we were inside the shop.

"If they have vanilla, I'll take it."

×

For the first afternoon outside of the house I wasn't feeling bad. Actually I realized I kind of did miss it. Small talks of other people, the rush of the town, rumbling of car's engine, that weird noises like from some porn... wait. What? I stopped in my tracks on the pavement and Peter did the same. "What?"

"Do you hear that?" I asked like an idiot and took a look around myself. The only thing I saw was empty parking lot. Well, there was one car. With clouded windows even though they we opened a bit. Oh! Peter looked in the same way as I did and began walking again. "Come on, that's Roman's car." It didn't sound like a big news to him and I just stared at the car. "You coming?!"

I actually needed to speed up a bit so I could maintain the same pace with him. "Uhm, did you hear that too?"

"It was from Roman's car. Don't sweat it." He told me and immediately laughed about the double-edged sentence.

I was taken aback. A little bit. "So your mysterious friend is normally having sex with strangers in his car?"

Peter gave me amused look and shook his head. "He's not mysterious but I'll tell him you'll think of him that way."

"Ah, fucking great!"

×

Roman was waiting in old Godfrey Steel Mill for Peter who was running a bit late. He paced and lit up a cigarette. That girl today, who he fucked senseless, was good distraction but he couldn't fucking wait for better weather when girls will wear skirts again. Also he thought he saw today Peter with someone but it wasn't Letha.

"Roman! Enjoyed your little afternoon fuck in car?" Peter said instead of classic welcome and laughed.

Godfrey exhaled smoke and rolled his eyes. "I thought I saw you there! Who the fuck was with you? She stared at my car like she couldn't believe it."

"She's a new friend and thinks about you you're my mysterious best friend who daily fucks strangers in his car," answered Peter amusedly and grabbed a beer from the six-pack Roman brought with him.

"Well, she certainly wouldn't be wrong. Keep her close, she's a clever one."

[plus-size-reader]

Gypsy Boy

Peter Rumancek x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1,277 

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader and Peter grew up together, but something has changed between them recently

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It had always been you and Peter, as far back as you can remember

Nicolae had adopted you as a child, he believed that it was fate for you to show up at the same time as Peter, he had considered the two of you soulmates and it only escalated when Peter started changing, because by that point, you had developed what was called a mate’s bond.

You liked it that way, You had someone with you all the time, you had someone to go to when you were panicked or worried and you had someone to take care of. 

As far as the whole mate bonding thing went, you were a huge fan. After all, you got to cuddle up to Peter every night and you were inseparable, or at least you thought you were until you moved to Hemlock Grove.

You were moving into Nicolae’s old home and it wasn’t that that bothered you, it was the local company, namely a boy named Roman Godfrey who had somehow wormed his way into your lives. 

You walked into the kitchen in nothing but a long shirt of Peters, that hardly grazed the bottom of your ass when you pulled it down and set out to get some coffee only to have an unfamiliar voice scare you half to death.

“Hello there Y/N” he says and you roll your eyes, coming face to face with Roman Godfrey, the bane of your existence thus far. 

“Morning Roman, can I ask what you’re doing here?” you wonder, leaning back against the counter with your ankles crossed as you sipped at your mug.

“I’ve come to see Peter, although I don’t mind the view” he hums, sitting up on the couch to gesture to your legs, which were bare. 

“Okay well, have you seen Peter?” you question, ignoring his earlier creepiness to glance out the window in attempt to locate your mate. 

“He’s outside, he said to wait here” he mumbles, and you roll your eyes, nudging the door with your hip and walking outside, still bare, shivering in the morning air as you hurriedly scanned the surrounding woods for the dark haired boy you loved so much.  

You jumped four feet in the air at the sudden contact of warm skin striking the flesh on the back of your thigh, turning around to see Peter with a wide smile on his face as he chuckled. 

“You asshole” you bark, batting his exposed chest with your hands “Sorry, but you need to be careful looking like that out here, you never know what kind of weirdos might be around” he teases, his words making you remember why you were out in the first place 

“Oh, the weirdo is inside, you really need to start letting me know when he’s going to be here so I don’t walk out naked one of these times” you threaten and he hums, making you smile at the face he made 

“That’s not funny Y/N” he says with a glint in his eye and before you can even ask what he was planning, he heaves you over his shoulder as if you were weightless.

You let out a squeal and dropped your arms over his shoulders, securing your hands around his neck to try to keep from falling, although you knew he would never drop you. 

“Let’s get inside, before Roman has an aneurysm” you suggest and he nods, allowing you to drop your feet into the leaves as you headed toward the house, with the wolf boy on your heels.

“I found your boyfriend Godfrey, now excuse me while I get dressed” You excuse yourself, leaning over Peter’s frame where he sat in his chair and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek before padding off toward our room to pull on a pair of jeans, that lucky for you, had been tossed over the back of the armoire the night before. 

You pulled the denim over your thighs and clicked the button in the front before making your way to the other side of the trailer.

Both boys fell quiet as you made yourself known and while you noticed their odd behavior, you didn’t think a thing of it so you ignored them, plopping down on the arm of the chair Peter was occupying 

“What?” you ask, noticing how not only was Peter looking at you but Roman was as well. “Nothing, Roman and I were just discussing some private stuff” Peter assures you and you nod, snuggling into his side, with your head nuzzled into his neck, the scruff of his chin tickling your skin a bit as you got comfortable. 

You let out a breath and adjusted your weight one more time to get really comfortable in the loveseat with your Gypsy boy.

You were incredibly comfortable with PDA, maybe it had something to do with your carrier gene that caused you to want to be as close to Peter as possible but you loved being against him, it made you feel at home, it gave you peace. 

You could tell that Peter felt the same way but what you couldn’t tell, with your eyes closed especially-was how uncomfortable you were making Roman.

The Godfrey boy was staring daggers into your back, mostly wondering why he didn’t have a girl like you, paying him attention at all hours of the day. 

What was it about Peter that made you so into him? In truth, Roman had racked his brain since he met you to try and figure it out but he just couldn’t. 

Roman considered himself better looking than Peter, and he had much more money and a better reputation, so why did you constantly pick the gypsy over the prodigal son of Hemlock Grove?

“Roman-” you say for the fourth time, shaking the boy from whatever daydream he had been having that caused him to miss your words 

“What?” He asks and you roll your eyes “Did you need something or are you just gonna sit comatose all day?” you wonder, fiddling with the band that held your H/L hair in place as you awaited his answer 

“I’m good, I have school” he says, standing from his seat and heading to our door, slamming it on his way out.

“Is he okay?” you wonder, turning your attention to Peter, your eyes lingering on the portrait of Nicolae for a few moments before you met his gaze “Who knows? Who cares?” Peter teases, and you smile at him, moving to straddle his hips as you brushed your fingers over his jaw, the hair there, pricking at your flesh.

 “Nicolae was a crazy bastard, but he did one thing right” you comment and Peter gives you a confused glance, turning his head a bit to the side to signal his concern and you smile “He gave me you” you mumble, webbing your hands around his torso, snuggling into his chest.

“And he gave me you” Peter counters, kissing the top of your head with a smirk, as he lifted your chin so your eyes could meet his “I love you Peter” you hum, just in time for his mother to come busting through the door, with a shopping bag on each arm. 

You hopped up off of your boyfriend to help her with her full hands, earning a loving gaze from your wolf boy. 

Damn, Nicolae may have been a total nut job, but he gave you the love of your life and that was a debt that you would never be able to repay.

[vvolfheart]

‎‏‏‎I DROWN IN FATHOMLESS DREAMS‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

`NAME  Peter Isac Rumancek  

`NICKNAMES  None preferred.

`AGE Twenty.

`BIRTHDAY February 17th.

`W. ASTROLOGY Aquarius.

`E. ASTROLOGY Dragon.

`GENETICS Werewolf.

`RACE Mixed, primarily caucasian.

`ETHNICITY Roma. 

`NATIONALITY Slavic-American.

`BIRTHPLACE United States.

`RESIDENCE Hemlock Grove, PA, USA. 

`BIOLOGY  XY - Male.

`IDENTIFIER He/Him/His. 

`ROMANTIC  Panromantic.

`SEXUAL Pansexual.

`HEIGHT   180cm ( 5’11” ) `WEIGHT  77 kg  / 12.14 st ( 170lbs )

`BUILD Average build.

`HAIR Dark brown, unkempt.

`EYES Slate blue.

`SKIN Medium warm beige.

`TATTOOS  G on left side abdomen. Identifying him as a half breed amoung the Romani community.

`SCARS Very few, and they eventually fade dude to rapid healing when returning from his wolf form.

`FAMILY      father Unknown                        mother Lyna Rumancek                         grandfather Nicolae Rumancek ( d. )                         4x great grandmother Olivia Godfrey                         3x great granduncle Roman Godfrey

`EDUCATION  High School Graduate.

`OCCUPATION Grifter, Scrapper, Con Artist. 

`RELIGION Secular spiritual.

`ABILITIES  Rapid healing, heightening sense, magicka. En-Wolf: speed, strength, agility.

`PSYCHOLOGY Non-Applicable.

`PHYSICAL Non-Applicable.

`ENNEAGRAM  8 no wing, the challenger.

`PERSONA  ENTP, the debater.

`ALIGNMENT Chaotic good.

`POSITIVE  Caring, dedicated, genuine, intuitive, determined,                                            artistic, attentive, intelligent, confident, resourceful.

`NEGATIVE Egotistical, arrogant, domineering, deceitful, aggressive,                                           hot-headed, foolhardy, vindictive, reckless, self-destructive.

[decompangel-moved]

answer 30 questions and tag 20 people

i was tagged by the ever-lovely @skeletons-in-the-sky27 ! thank u b

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 people.

Nickname(s): nic, nicolas, nicolas czar of russia, nicothy

Gender: uhhh

Sign: virgo

Height: 4’10”

Time: 6.24pm

Birthday: september 16

Favorite Bands: placebo, the 1975, one direction, radiohead, the beatles, queen, mcr, nirvana

Favorite Solo Artists: uhh marilyn manson, david bowie, lorde, sky ferreira

Song stuck in my head: days before you came — placebo

Last movie I watched: It (2017)

Last show I watched: bojack horseman

When did I create this blog: october 2014 ??

What do I post: a lot of bill skarsgård, harry styles, larry, and pennywise thirst

Other blogs: peter rumancek rp blog, destiny rumancek rp blog, nsfw blog, reference blog, and buzzfeed unsolved blog

What did I last google: how to remove sticker residue

Do I get asks: sometimes

Why did I choose this URL: it used to be altgoths but someone i follow made a post with just “altsloths” which i thought was hilarious

Following: i have no idea

Followers: like 2.9k give or take

Average hours of sleep: 3-7

Lucky number: 8

Instrument: violin

What am I wearing: fuzzy cat socks, leggings, a very cozy hoodie

Dream job: forensic pathologist

Favorite Food: hot cheetos!!

Last book I read: uhh lord of the flies

3 favorite fandoms: It, one direction, hemlock grove

Tagging: idk 20 people but here we go

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[deatheeled]

petha ah where they're old and happy and ALIVE and happy did i mention they're alive and happy

{{ Meme }}  Accepting! 

Peter and Letha, pack up & leave Hemlock Grove post high school. Though there is a sense of tragedy in the wake of Letha losing her immaculate conception. Peter promises to make her happy for the rest of her days. 

The first time Letha gives a true full blown belly laugh is their first full moon on the beach. They choose a lone stretch of sand for Peter to shed his skin in peace in the moonlight. And despite her worry? She can’t help but snicker when his first impulse is to bring her a stick so they can play fetch. Part of her would think its sweet, but— The amount of sand he drags into their car makes her grouse otherwise come morning.

It’s in the blood. There’s no one more proud than Peter Rumancek post college graduation. Letha’s beaming with her diploma in hand, and a well earned title of ‘counselor’, & though there’s hardly people from her side of the family present? His own is quick to erupt into raucous cheers. The ensuing celebration lasts a cool three days, and Miss Godfrey is indoctrinated in the ways of Roma parties— Only to drink Peter’s Uncle Torvald under the table at the first opportunity. 

They marry young. It’s written on her palm & Letha knows because his great aunt Giana tells her in confidence. But she’s beaming none the less when a scavenger hunt brings her to a field of wild flowers with their friends & loved ones in attendance. The grass is green, there’s a balmy breeze & the majority are barefoot. It feels like she’s getting married to nature itself when butterflies fly overhead during the reciting of their vows. 

Nicolae Rumancek is a beautiful child. He swells in Letha’s belly during the fall & spring. And is three times blessed by his elders on the day of his birth. By any accounts? A miserable day thanks to the five week drought in California. But the boy is magic. It runs through his bones & leaves the very tips of his fingers—So that when he gives his first cry in the world? Rain drops fall to greet him. Letha is just as enraptured as the first time, every birthday Peter tells him the story. 

[unusualbill]

On a lighter note

The traditional meal on moving day in the Rumancek household was Chinese takeout

Peter would sit on the floor with his back against the boxes while he and his mother would make jokes of the fortune cookie fortunes

Sometimes they'd switch it up and order pizza, but if it was a particularly hard move they knew they could always trust Chinese food and some B movie on tv to cheer them up

Nicolae showed him how to blow smoke rings while they were waiting for their food to arrive, Peter always failed miserably at it but was too determined to give up

Now whenever he catches a whiff of warm egg rolls he smiles softly to himself, his heart full of hazy memories and jokes that weren't funny

[rumancekgarjo]

A Rumancek Funeral

"Committed. Not allowed to eat or wash. Ear's are covered. The dead guy's stuff is burnt- Because a Rumancek should not be remembered for his worldly things. They also cut off the head. Things happen to our kind after death if you don't do the head."

                                                   - Peter Rumancek (S01E04)

[youcanfeelitinyourballs-blog]

Nicolae always told him that he had been born with an unusually receptive Swadhisthana chakra and that underneath the surfaces of things, the illusion of the illusion, there is a secret, sacred frequency of the universe and that the Swadhisthana was the channel through which it would sing to you. And the Swadhisthana being located of course just behind the balls, he should always trust his balls.

Hemlock Grove, page 4, Something Happened

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[chasteblowjay]

“I knew that life for this little pisser would be long and full of great adventures,” he said. “And it made me hurt inside of my bones with sadness. Because in a life that is long and well lived there are sorrows and darkest doldrums that cannot be understood by those who live day to day like it could be any other. And I knew that the lump inside that great big belly would grow one day into a fine man with fine shoulders and a big heart and he would need both in his adventures, which would take him many times through the Rivers of Woe and Lamentation. But even as these bones were sad for him there was O Beng’s grin on my face because still this boy who had made water of a red ribbon was a Rumancek and this is America, and who knows, who knows!”

Nicolae Rumancek