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Peter Rumancek as a Boyfriend

~Would literally go to the ends of the earth for you

~Giving him massages after the full moon

~So he tries to return the favor at random times

~Peter is a super easy going boyfriend

~"Do you know where I put my jeans?"

~"I lost my phone, will you call it?"

~"Y/N, where are you?"

~Peter loses everything, he would lose his head without you

~He grumbles into kisses and hums in your ear when content

~Runs his hands through your hair all the time

~Speaking of hair, he'd let you braid it

~Pete doesn't stress about his masculinity so it wouldn't bother him to go shopping with you

~or hold your purse for you

~Staying up late at night, talking and snuggling

~He doesn't get jealous but wouldn't hesitate to tell Roman when he needs to back off

~Sometimes, Peter calls you Ma'am

~Lounging together outside

~Dating a Romanian werewolf is challenging

~He curses in Romanian when upset, or rambles when he can't concentrate

~Peter telling you all the reasons he loves you when laying in bed together

~Links your pinky with his when you walk together

~Literally a big old ball of stress 

~Thank God stress relief if so much fun 

(I want one)

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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.

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Unnecessary Jealousy

Peter Rumancek x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1100 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Reader is jealous of Peter’s relationship with Letha and makes that very clear by flirting with Roman. 

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You weren't a fan of the Godfrey's in general but you really weren't a fan of Letha Godfrey in particular. You couldn't pull your burning gaze away from where she was sitting on the cobblestone wall next to Peter, with her big, baby blue eyes locked on his face as she sucked down the pop in her hand from an orange straw.

You were a carrier of the Lycan gene, which meant that technically you were a werewolf, but because you were a woman, you weren't meant to genetically. Because of that, werewolves are very territorial, and you were much worse in that regard than your species were typically.

You huffed angrily as you watched them and as much as you wanted to tear your gaze away, you couldn't. "What are you doing?" the snide and accusatory voice of Roman asks and You roll your eyes without even turning to look at him.

"Nothing" you bark, he chuckles lightly as he sat down next to you in the grass under the shade of a large tree. You tossed your head to the side to look at him now, wondering why he would sit this close to you ever.

"It looks like you're looking at my cousin" he mutters and you sigh, readjusting your sitting position to face him so you wouldn't have to work so hard to deal with him.

"Well, can you blame me for being protective?" you question and Roman almost looks weirded out at your words. "I was meaning to ask you about that" he hums...you nod, leaning against the trunk of the tree, locking your gaze on him to avoid the scene in front of you that made your blood boil.

"Shoot" You command, pulling a cigarette from your bag, which Roman hurried to light for you. "Why him?" he mutters and you cant help but be taken back at his words, you didn't really understand where they had come from.

"What do you mean why him? Lycanthropy links you with someone who has this ability to physically complete you" You try your best to explain and he nods, "So it's a sex thing?" He concludes earning a scoff from you "No, it's not a sex thing, although that doesn't hurt for sure" you tease making the boy scrunch up his face at what you were implying.

"It's being completely whole, this person makes you feel complete, emotionally and physically-it's unlike anything I've ever felt" You explain,doing a better job of just letting the words leak straight from your soul into the air.

Just as you let those words escape your lips, You looked up to see Peter slipping a ring onto the finger of the girl you were slowly growing to despise. It wasn't that you didn't trust Peter because you had a bond that no one could ever even try to question but that didn't mean you were comfortable with the scene unfolding in front of you.

You weren't jealous, you weren't. There was just something about how he looked at her that you didn't like. So, even though you weren't jealous-you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. "Um Roman...can I ask you something?" You coo, your frigid demeanor changing almost instantly to a flirtatious one.

"Yeah" he allowed, he was clearly unsure about what was going on with you all of a sudden but didn't know enough to run away. "How do you get your hair so...soft?" You purr, scooting closer to him, running your fingers gently from the side of his jaw until they were nestled in his locks.

"I don-" he starts, but you stopped him before he could, tutting at him with your tongue. "I just love it" you smirk, pulling lightly on the root of his dark waves, earning an earnest groan from the boy. His hair really was incredibly soft but that wasn't why you'd chosen that.

You'd always made a huge deal about Peter's hair. Constantly having your hands in it or tugging on it, and you knew if anything was going to set him off, it would be that. Sneaking a peak over your shoulder, you noticed his attention was no longer on Letha at all, but instead burning into you.

"Do you think I could get mine that soft? Feel" you suggested, bringing his hand up to your neck slowly so he could feel your hair, with his thumb bracing the pulsing vein in your throat. Even in your spiteful mood, you knew you may have been pushing your luck by letting Roman touch you.

Before you even knew what going on, you were all alone in the grass, your boyfriend above you with his hand clasped around Roman's broad shoulder. Peter's breath was raging as he kept his friend pinned to a tree, looking between him and You feverishly.

"What were you doing?" He barked, his eyes burning a hole into Roman Godfrey's damned soul. Somehow, even facing an angry Romanian werewolf, Roman remained perfectly calm, going so far as to smirk. "Your girlfriend was playing you jackass" he hummed, shoving Peter's hand from his shirt.

With his words, Peter's attention was turned back to you, where you were laying in the grass. "What's he talking about?" He asked, kneeling down beside you now, his anger toward the upir long forgotten.

You squirmed under his grasp, instantly feeling a bit guilty for getting him all worked up over something so silly.

"Ididn'tlikeyouspendingtimewithLethasoIwastryingtomakeyoujealous" you ramble, not wanting to be so petty out loud.

You expected him to be upset or something but instead he laughed. "You're mad because I gave her that ring? It was from a cereal box" he chuckled, bringing his finger down below the neckline of your top, fishing out the pendant you always wore.

"This, is the one I gave you" he smiled, bringing the sparkling silver into the light, bringing a small grin to your own face.

He was right of course, the ring he'd given you was one He'd gotten as a teenager from a vender on the street. It had a small iron wolf in the center, a decoration to most but something much more to you both. "You're right, I'm sorry" you sighed, feeling sort of silly for making such a scene. "Don't worry baby girl, I only have eyes for you" he hummed, pressing a light kiss to your lips, as if proving his point.

Jealously was a part of life, normal but Lycan or not it wasn't necessary. You and Peter would always be together, nothing would ever change that.

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This

Peter Rumancek x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1178 words 

Warnings: Sexual mentions

Summary: Reader is Roman’s sister and sleeping with Peter, but then she catches feelings for him and panics 

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At first it had just been something fun to pass the time between you and the gypsy boy that your mother harbored some sort of hatred for, but now it didn't seem like it was just sex the way you two had originally intended, it was something deeper, and more personal. 

You sighed, tossing your bag to the floor the second you entered the Rumancek trailer, you threw a look over your shoulder at Lynda but said nothing, she was used to your appearances and while she was open about how she didn't approve, she understood that there was nothing she could do to stop it.

You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through the small trailer until you came to the bedroom on the far side, throwing the door open and then closing it behind you with no regard for anyone who may have been behind it.

 You found Peter there, curled up in the bed with nothing but the thin white sheet covering his lean frame. 

"Good morning sleeping beauty" You tease, sitting down on the very edge of the bed to unlace your boots and toss them to the floor next to his own clothes. "You're early" he hums sleepily although you knew that he wasn't exactly opposed to it.

You giggled at that, he was so full of shit if he thought you would believe that he didn't want to see you. 

"Yeah well, Mom was pissing me off so here I am" you level, flinging your jacket to the floor with a new found vigor that amused the gypsy more than he would ever admit. 

"Oh, so this is a hate fuck then?" he wonders, only half kidding as he sat up in the bed, letting the fabric bunch up at his waist-leaving his chest exposed to your eyes.

Again you could do nothing but laugh at his blunt nature and dirty mouth "Aren't they all?" you hum, missing the sour look that crossed his face when you turned your back. 

Little did you know, the feelings you had caught were reciprocated by the wolf boy, something that was terrifying him to his core. 

You finished undressing and crawled into bed alongside him, without a word in his direction regarding the subject, and it wasn't until he rolled over onto you that you had to stop him.

This wasn't what you wanted right now, it wasn't what you needed.

 What you needed was to feel the heat of his skin against your own and his breath down your neck. "Stop Peter" you whisper, putting a hand square on his chest to let him know that you needed a minute 

"What's wrong, are you okay?" he asks, his eyes full of concern that would have been heartwarming if he cared for you in the way you did for him, but it just hurt. 

"Can you just hold me?" you question, your words hardly audible.

Your words shocked Peter to the point that he was unsure if he had actually heard you right. 

"You want me to?" he clarifies, his breath fanning your face as he did his best to gauge your reaction, his eyes searching your own. You nodded, slowly at first and then quicker the more sure you were, you didn't say anything else as he rolled back to his side and then pulled you into his chest, the warmth of his body enveloping you from the point where your back was against him.

It felt odd, being this close to Peter without sleeping together first, considering that was usually the only way you two were together in the first place. 

Peter smiled into the crease of your neck, moving your hair to the side with his hand and catching a whiff of your shampoo, the scent instantly calmed him, and then it hit him, the reason you smelt like home. 

"I'm surprised Roman hasn't figured it out yet, considering you always smell like me" he mutters, making your eyes snap open with the implication. 

The last thing you needed was for your brother to realize you were shagging his only friend "I do not" you try but he had already gotten it in his head and you weren't ever going to hear the end of it.

Peter chuckled, peppering your neck and shoulder with light kisses, inhaling your scent that had mixed with his own in the best way, it was incredible and he never wanted it to go away. 

"Yes you do, trust me" he grins, you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he tried his best to argue with you. "This isn't okay-I should have know that this wouldn't have been okay" you whine, trying your best to get away from him as quickly as possible, sitting up on the bed with your legs handing off the side.

It was trademark Godfrey behavior, running away before the feelings could get to intense or scary, and on one hand you hated that you were falling into that but on the other, there was nothing worse than feeling out of control in this way.

 "What are you talking about? Did I do something?" he asks, sitting up in the bed to join you at your side, although he should have known better than to ask "We can't do this-when it was sex that was fine, because sex is sex but cuddling-and-and smelling like you, that's not something we can do" you rant, putting your head in your hands.

Peter understood now, he got it and he was in awe-you were catching feelings for him and that was why you were being so weird 

"Y/N?" he tries, breaking the silence cautiously "What?" you ask, exhaling in a stressed sort of way "You do know that the last thing I would do is hurt you, dont'ya?" he checks, taking a leap of faith as he leans forward, putting his large hand on the small of your back, shuffling around to sit down next to you.

You didn't look at him, instead keeping your head down and away from him, although you didn't get up the way he had been assuming you would, so that was a good start. 

"Maybe we didn't start this thing, thinking this would happen, but maybe this isn't bad" he points out, reaching over to take your hand in his own and give it a gently squeeze 

"But what if it is?" you question, finally meeting his eyes and for the first time-Peter saw something he had never seen in the crystal pools there...fear.

He hated that you felt that way, that you were breaking down because of him. It almost floored Peter to think that the whirlwind of a woman he knew could be broken down to this as easily. 

"I would rather die than hurt you" he whispers, tossing his arm over your shoulders to pull you into his chest once again, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head, and once again inhaling his scent marking you as his.

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Middle and Pointer

Peter Rumancek x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1106 words 

Warnings: none

  Summary: Reader is a huge monster nerd and she finds a legend regarding werewolves and their hands, which she proves true one day with her boyfriend. 

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When you and Peter had started dating, he and Lynda had agreed that the relationship would be okay as long as you never found out about what he was. 

The only problem was, you had a near fascination over his hands, hands that you were constantly touching, playing with and holding. 

The two of you walked up to Hemlock Grove High School hand in hand like you did every morning, with you playing with Peter's rings, twirling them around his fingers. 

This little interaction had been something that Peter enjoyed, he loved touching you and he loved when you touched him so this was a win win for him.

That is until you started studying his fingers, with a look of lazy fascination dressing your gorgeous face. 

At first, Peter hadn't thought anything of it, you were always touching his hands so it wasn't a bit deal for you to be looking at them but then you did something particularly strange. 

You held your much smaller hand up to his own and measured your fingers "What are you doing?" he wonders, staring at your with a mild curiosity in his eyes "Your middle finger is the same length as your pointer finger" you point out.

Your words struck something in him that was a bit odd, he felt like he had heard those words before but he couldn't think of where for the life of him. "And, that means what?" he chuckles, humoring you in the best way he could, snuggling you into his chest as you kept fiddling with his digits. 

"Well, there's this old legend-about werewolves" you tease, grinning at him in your most charming way "Werewolves?" Peter repeats, not believing your words, where in the world had you come up with that.

You turned your body almost completely so that you had either one of your legs on both sides of Peter's side as he sat straight ahead. 

"Why're you laughing? You don't believe me" You scoff, clearly upset by his teasing "No baby it's not that, it's just-I think I would know if I was a werewolf" he levels, and while his words made some degree of sense, you couldn't be bothered with reason right now. 

"Anyway, the legend goes that if your pointer and middle finger are the same length, than you have lycanthropy in your blood" you grin, bringing his hand to your mouth to place a kiss on his palm.

Peter let out a breath as he looked down at you, he had no doubt in his mind that you would be the death of him, he knew it but somehow he would rather that than be away from you. 

"You're insane" he jokes, bringing his lips to your own, regardless of your current pouting state. "It's fine if I'm insane, wolfie" you smile, once again pecking his lips before you got up from the wall and headed off in the direction of your next class, while Peter didn't mind if he was late, you didn't want to risk it.

Now that you were gone, Peter was in near panic mode, how had you figured it out based off of something like his hands. 

I mean, you had been up close and personal with his hands before and this was the first time you were noticing. "Roman, I need your help" he says, hurrying to the side of his only friend, in an effort of gaining some assistance in this terrible scenario. 

"Why?" he wonders, not really wanting to bothered by the teen wolf's angst bullshit before lunch. "Somehow Y/N found out about the whole- thing" he says, making Roman chuckle.

"You mean to tell me that you couldn't keep your biggest, existential secret from the girl you love who just so happens to be obsessed with old monster movies, it's no wonder she hasn't shot you with a silver bullet yet" he teases, earning an eye roll from Peter, who was so over him by this point. 

"Will you just shut the hell up and help me?" he begs, turning around to look behind him, making sure that you weren't hiding there. "Fine, I'll help you" Roman allows, knowing he would regret it.

The plan had been simple, all they had to do was convince you that your belief about werewolves and their hands was flawed, which was unfortunately easier said than done. 

"Hey princess, I told Peter I would take you home" Roman hums, joining you from outside the chemistry classroom, lighting a cigarette and offering it to you once it was ablaze. 

You took a single puff, and gave it back "Alright-sounds like a plan" you reply just as an idea strikes you "Hey Roman, can I see your hand?" You wonder, setting your books down on top of your locker in favor of taking his hand in your own.

Roman handed it over with a roll of his eyes and watched as you lined up his fingers, finding that they were in fact, uneven. 

The main difference between Peter and Roman was their finger lengths and while it wasn't exactly proof, you thought that was good enough to at least base a theory off of. "Okay, we can go now, thanks" You grin, dropping his hand and hurrying along down the hallway with Roman in tow.

Roman said nothing regarding the finger issue until the two of your were locked in the car.

"You know that finger thing is bullshit" he says, shocking you just a bit at his forwardness "I'm sorry" you ask, you weren't quite sure how he knew about that but it was fine, you could let it slide if he elaborated on his point. "It's bullshit, it doesn't exist and neither do werewolves" he says, tapping along to whatever indie song was blaring through the speakers 

"Well I don't think so" You say, "And how do you know?" Roman counters, not even giving you a moment to think 

"I found dog hairs on his sweater, but he doesn't have a dog, then the finger thing, and he always has these really tense knots in his-" you list but Roman stops you before you can go on.

It didn't matter to you what Roman thought about your relationship with Peter, you knew him better than everyone and you whole heatedly believed in his condition so anyone else looking in should have been able to accept that, now the only thing was explaining your findings to Lynda and hoping that should wouldn't lose her mind on you or think that you were a complete nutcase which at this point would be a far assumption.

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Surprise

Peter Rumancek x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1282 words 

Warnings: none? slight sexual themes 

  Summary: Reader is Peter’s girlfriend and he thought he would have to leave her when they moved to HG but she surprises him 

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Your appearance in Hemlock Grove had been completely orchestrated by Peter's mother and yourself as a surprise for the boy so he wouldn't have to start school alone in this random town. 

Gypsies move around all the time so your parents didn't have any trouble letting you go live with Lynda for a while. 

You were more excited than anything else when she had worked it all out for you to show up to Vince's old trailer just a bit later than they did. 

You were careful to stay quiet as you avoided sticks and leaves in the grass, as well as anything else that would alert him of your presence.

It was quite the task considering he had Romanian werewolf hearing and would probably be able to smell you before you got to him but all things considered, maybe he would ignore it. 

When you finally found yourself close enough to the home to see him, you found Peter lounging lazily in a hammock outside the house with a bottle of beer hanging from his fingers. 

As best you could tell, his eyes were closed which would make your job that much easier. You took slow, gentle steps until you were standing a few centimeters from the hammock with a grin on your face.

Peter still had no idea you were standing there so you decided to take full advantage of that. 

You bent down and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips, snapping him to attention right away. You giggled as you separated from him and rounded the hammock to grin down at the man you loved. 

"What are you doing here Kitten?" he wonders, smiling at you as he sat up the best he could on the hammock to pull you into him. Your thighs took up all the space he made between his knees for you but that didn't bother you, you were far to happy to be with him now.

You grinned, taking his hands in your own and once again leaning down to kiss his lips. 

He tasted different than the last time you had kissed him but it wasn't bad different, just sort of odd. 

"Your mom invited me" you hum, between kissing him, only pulling away to answer him before slamming your lips back down on his own. 

He laughed into the kiss, gently separating your lips with his hand on your chin, resting your foreheads together to let you take a breath

"Easy, there's plenty of time for that, I missed you" he coos, running his fingers through your hair in the way he always did when you two were laying together late at night. 

You huffed, clearly unhappy that he had put your make out session on pause but you would get over it, considering that he was staring at you with those eyes that could make you melt with not so much as a word. 

"I missed you too Peter" you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck in an effort to get that much closer to him that you already were.

You two stood that way for quite a while, just enjoying each other and breathing the same air but all good things come to an end and this moment was no exception by any means. 

"Come in here you two, before someone sees" Lynda calls, slamming the trailer door behind her as she retreated back into the safety of her new home. "Duty calls" Peter chuckles, flipping you back down onto the hammock hurriedly and rushing into the house before you could even react.

"I'm going to kick your ass Rumancek" you yell, flipping out of the hammock hurriedly to try to beat him into the trailer, although he was basically already there, waiting for you with the door propped open. 

"Took you long enough" he sasses, taking your hand in his own before slamming the door behind you both, locking the three of your in the trailer away from the waiting and watching eyes of the people of Hemlock Grove. 

"I'm gonna get you" you repeat, taking off chasing Peter around the small expanse of the home, laughing and giggling like children as you dodged past Lynda.

Peter may have been a wolf but he had a bad habit of underestimating you, which made it easy to catch him. 

He loved playing cat and mouse, so he waited around the corner for you which was something you had already anticipated. 

You spun around the corner and forced him down on the floor, with your knees on either side of his chest. "Okay, Okay you got me" he says, holding his hands up in surrender but you weren't having it, he had just made you chase him all around, the least he could do was take his punishment like a man.

You smiled as you stared down at the man like a beast in a trap. You knew full well that he could easily flip you over if he wanted too but you also knew he wouldn't, you had won fair and square. 

"Now what do I want my prize to be?" you wonder, tapping a finger on your chin as you pretended to think although you already knew what you wanted. 

You leaned down to give him a peck but kept your lips just high enough so he couldn't reach your mouth. 

Your lips ghosted over his before you finally indulged him, sinking your mouth down on his own.

Normally, you would have been worried about having all of your weight on Peter's chest but you knew he could handle it so you didn't give it too much thought as you leaned further into his body. 

Just as you pulled his bottom lip into your own mouth with a muffled groan, Lynda once again entered the door to find the two of you on the floor in a full on make out again. 

Both you and Peter had quite the reputation around the gypsies community as having the most intense libido of all the young couples.

It wasn't necessarily just a sex thing, although that was definitely part of it. It was more so a violent attraction that came from his wolf genetics, on the days that he would turn, his general mood would take a drastic turn that would always force you two into this sort of position.

"Hey Mama, can you brew some coffee?" you wonder, smiling at her as you tossed your head over your shoulder, your plump ass up in the air due to your straddling her son.

"Sure thing" she giggles, she was so used to this that it didn't even phase her now. 

"You know, most people would be embarrassed that their boyfriend's mother caught them making out" Peter teases, webbing his fingers through your hair as he tugged on it lightly 

"Well most men should be embarrassed that their girlfriend cares about that sort of thing" you counter with a smile, leaning down to peck his nose before removing yourself from him completely. 

Peter looked almost disappointed at how quickly you'd abandoned the little make out session, but he wouldn't be for long.

You smiled at his big puppy dog eyes and smirked wickedly, letting your eyes sparkle as you turned to grab a towel from on top of the dresser 

"I'm going to go shower, are you coming with me?" you wonder, already knowing the answer before the question even left your lips 

"You bet your sweet ass I am" he hums, standing hurriedly before going as far to pick you up, tossing your chunky frame over his shoulder as if you were weightless and racing off toward the bathroom.