#Face of an Upir

[sanguinesinners]

|| 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕲𝖔𝖉𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖞 ||

#;Roman Godfrey #Face of an Upir ; #Bloodlust Prince ; #{shut up and kiss me 💋}

[erinfern0]

i love your writing! can i please request some more softdom roman? with any prompt you want.

thank you ♥️

perfect for me.

softdom!roman x gn!reader

— gender-neutral anatomy, gender-neutral nicknames, only pronouns used are you, etc.

summary: he doesn't usually take any breaks at work, but you can take as much of his time as you want, especially after you've been so good to him. you were always his favorite stress cure.

warnings: slight financial dom, office setting, semi-public, teasing, unprotected sex, messy, creampie, cock warming, a bit of performance anxiety.

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His mind was always busy, thinking about his work and all the upir stuff that was happening to him, but you were that little anchor that kept him going. You kept him feeling loved and secure, always calmed by your soft hands and words of affirmation. No matter how tough life was, just a glimpse of your smile could make his day better.

That's exactly why the moment he started to feel overwhelmed, he called you a little before midnight, asking you to visit him in his office. You were so worried the moment you heard his exhausted voice, almost begging you to use his card to pay for your taxi. And so you did, not even half an hour later you texted him you were waiting by the elevator.

He was so happy you were there for him, the moment you stepped into his office, he turned around in his chair, smiling ear to ear as he watched you lock the door behind yourself.

"Oh, baby... Look at you!" he said excitedly as he spotted your outfit. It was one of many that he had bought for you during one of many of his shopping sprees. Seeing the way the soft fabric wrapped around your body so perfectly made his heart melt. "Come here, love."

You giggled as you felt warmth spreading over your cheeks, walking over to his desk. Before you could even think about protesting, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, nuzzling his face into your soft tummy.

"Are you okay, Rome?" you asked, fingers slowly playing with his hair just the way he loved so much, nails gently scratching the back of his neck. He murmured something in response, palms slowly kneading your hips.

"Yeah, I'm just a little tired, y'know? Needed you here." he explained while resting his chin on your stomach just to look into your eyes. You smiled at him and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You weren't even sure when the soft, gentle pecks on his face started trailing down his neck, your fingers lingering over his clothed shoulders and chest, messing with the buttons of his shirt.

His breathing became heavier but shakier, quiet groans leaving his mouth every time you teased his exposed skin with your teeth, gentle hickeys suckled over it. Feeling the way your knee rested between his thighs, placed on his chair, makes him feel like he has his whole world above him.

"If you keep going, I might not..." he stopped with a gasp as you pressed your knee over his bulge, allowing him to slowly grind against it. The chair squeaked as he got up, your knee still between his legs as he pushed the papers aside. Proud smirk on his lips as he pulled your body to sit on top of his desk.

His body moved automatically, spreading your legs to fit between them, a low chuckle left his mouth when you threw your arms around his neck. You shifted, tilting your head to make space for his yet-cold lips to leave kisses the same way you did for him.

Roman's hands gripped your hips as he pulled you closer to the edge of the desk, your crotch pressed against his as he purposefully avoided your lips. You tugged on his hair, whimpering into his ear as he pulled your shirt up, thumbs caressing your nipples under the material.

"R-Roman..." you moaned, feeling him gently bite into your exposed shoulder. He looked at you, eyes already glistening with lust, as he smiled at you. Nodding his head, he pressed a kiss on your cheek, smirking as you tried to reach his mouth with yours.

"You want a kiss, doll?" he asked, feeling the way you arched your back against his digits. Slowly rubbing and tugging on your sensitive buds. You nodded your head eagerly, legs wrapped around his waist. "Use your words... Say 'Please, kiss me, Roman'. I know you can..." he whispered encouragements into your ear, a little high-pitched whisper so similar to the way you plead. Vibrations of his voice send shivers down your spine.

"Please... Kiss me, Roman." you whined and he proudly kissed your lips. Fast pecks slowly turn into passionate making out against his desk, bodies grinding against each other while you claw at his belt, trying to unbuckle it.

He chuckled at your miserable attempts, quickly pulling your wrists away to help you. Your movements are rushed, clumsy, and fueled by the adrenaline that the idea of being discovered like this brought you. Roman's palm started rubbing your clothed sex, patting it slightly through the material, just to hear your little mewls against his lips.

His trousers fell to the ground with a clank of his belt, you softly palmed him through his boxers, focusing your thumb on the wet spot right above his slit. All this pent-up stress made him desperate, and happy at the same time – happy that he had such a loving little toy that was always there for him whenever he needed it the most.

He couldn't wait any longer, almost ripping his shirt off his body, staring at your hands flimsily pulling your own pants down. He can't keep his eyes off of you as you get yourself prepared for him. Not only that, but he praised you, tracing your inner thighs with his fingertips as he witnessed you moving your fingers in and out of your tight hole. Spreading them around with the addition of spit to help with the slight soreness.

"All this just for me, huh?" he asked, kissing your temple as he stroked his cock, precum covering your smooth skin. Roman never cared about how messy you got, it never bothered him. Sometimes, though, it worked like fuel to his actions. Getting him so eager to finally make you feel good, to hear your soft moans again.

This time, you were in his office, legs wrapped around him as if you were scared he was going to move away any second. But he wouldn't ever leave you like this, exposed and vulnerable. You were his and to his eyes only.

His nature took over, pulling your thighs apart as he slowly slid inside, feeling your walls already clench around his leaking tip. He groaned, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, his eyes focused on the spot where your bodies connected.

"Am I... doing okay?" you asked, panting above him as you tugged on his hair. The way his head jolted upwards to face you made you squirm in your seat. Slowly moving his hips, one hand on your thigh, the other cupping your jaw. Not harshly pulling towards him, just softly holding it as his greatest treasure.

"You're doing so good for me, baby. As you always do." He didn't sound upset, just slightly shocked that such a silly thing could ever cross your mind. His hips started thrusting into you a little harder, making your eyes roll and your voice crack. "So. Fucking. Perfect."

Soon enough, his palm covered your lips, muting your moans as he continued, kissing your neck and earlobe as he panted against you. Your hands focused on holding his torso close to yours.

The room was quickly filled with rhythmical sounds of flesh slapping against each other and the desk hitting the wall behind him, but he didn't even care at this point. He slowed down, seeing how overwhelmed you were becoming. You couldn't even look at him anymore, eyes closed shut, tears slowly pricking at the corners of your eyes as he pounded you.

His movements slowed down just to allow you to rest for a second, his forehead against yours as he pecked your cheek, asking if you were okay. Roman's hand moved down your body, easily finding your shoulder, then your arm until he found your hand, taking it away from his neck.

He kissed each one of your knuckles until you looked back at him. "Too much for you?" he asked worryingly but never stopped moving his hips. Your lover chuckled as you shook your head, grinding against him for even more friction. The way he kept hitting that sweet spot inside of you started to create a knot in your lower stomach, you couldn't allow him to stop now. So he didn't.

Roman found the pace that got you the most worked up, still hissing your hand as his eyes closed in the indescribable, almost overwhelming pleasure. Your bodies were caged together over his desk, above the documents that he was supposed to take care of.

His arm wrapped around your waist just to hold you a little closer if that was even possible. Your lips connected for the last time before those coils inside the both of you unraveled. You moaned into his mouth, feeling the way he painted your walls in his spend, claiming you yet another time.

He panted heavily, a string of saliva connecting your lips as they parted. Roman grasped your shirt, pushing his face against your chest to calm down, not pulling out yet. The warmth of your flushed bodies interlocked with each other always made him feel that maybe there was heaven for someone like him.

You spent the rest of your time in his office, straddling his lap as he sat by his desk. Leaving kisses all over your neck and shoulders, arm still wrapped around you as he worked. All that stress he couldn't bear was gone, replaced by his well-known post-sex kindness and care. Even when his mind was solemnly focused of his paperwork, his body still soothed you in the gentlest ways possible, despite him almost breaking you a couple of minutes ago.

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[psychwxrdd]

roman godfrey's spoiled girlfriend ✧₊⁺

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

warnings: none

roman could be an arrogant son of a bitch with everyone, but you were his soft spot. all that cheesy couple shit, nicknames, baby voice, things that usually made him cringe... yeah.

the first time he realized he was totally whipped was when you got a cold and suddenly the baby voice came out.

"my princess isn't feeling well?" he asked, stroking your face with a worried expression. "do you want me to buy your favorite candy? is it gonna make you feel better?"

you denied, about to sneeze.

"do you want me to make you some soup? I'm going to buy a medicine and get more blankets, you need to sleep here today baby"

he didn't even notice how he was acting, so in love that it was automatic.

he literally spends more money on you than on him, he just doesn't care. whether you like it or not, he always gives you everything and puts you first. every time you both meet he has at least one small gift. cmon it's roman, he loves to show off in any way but in your case he genuinely wants to do anything to make you happy.

you can tell him something like "look at this shoes omg so beautiful" and show him a pic, just casually commenting, and then the next day there he is with the shoes in hand.

"you looked even more like a doll with them. my little doll, my love, you're everything to me"

or the day you showed him a blythe doll and said "she looks like me" and laughed about how absurdly expensive she was, and his heart melted because the little doll actually looked like you. do I need to say what happened?

do you want to buy something to pamper your pet? roman not only spoils you but also your babies. anything, he loves how happy you are with anything related to animals, consequently becoming attached to them too. (let's say that here he is not half upir)

always giving you a ride everywhere, doesn't like you going anywhere alone. you don't even ask, you just tell him you're going somewhere and he says "ok I'll pick you up in 5 minutes"

he loves your hair, he really loves it, he loves brushing it for you.

sometimes he also likes to do small details of your makeup for you, even if it comes out messed up, just so he can admire your pretty little face up close.

make up? clothes? pufffff he almost buys the entire mall just for you, everything of the best quality.

trips? god, he would take you to the end of the world if you asked for it with those little eyes he can't resist.

literally carries you on his arms everywhere like a bride. why would his princess have to use her legs when his arms literally exist. like.

yeah you got roman really pussy whipped

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[stranger-nightmare]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 | 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲

requested by 🎸😈anon

A/N: Roman Godfrey and blood kink? did you mean the literal most perfect pairing ever?? ugh this was so much fun to write, thank you sm for the request darling! I hope you like it

The smirk that adorned Roman’s face was deadly. The twist of his lips, the tilt of his head, the darkness in his eyes; it all had you weak in the knees. It left a flutter in your stomach that radiated through to your groin.

And Roman knew it.

But more than that he knew what it was that was really turning you on: the blood that leaked from his nose.

He’d known the moment your eyes strayed for a little too long to admire his lips as the crimson waterfall coated them. He’d known from the way you’d hitched a breath and bit your lip.

All signs you were anything but concerned about the fact he was bleeding. All signs that you were, in fact, aroused by it.

“You want a taste?” Roman hums darkly, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip, staining the tip of his tongue red with his own blood.

Your mouth hangs open with a silent reply. But Roman doesn’t wait for your answer. He grabs you by the back of the neck and slams his mouth down onto yours. Your whimper is lost in his mouth as he swiftly moves to open your lips with his own. His tongue quickly pushes into your mouth, coating your own with the tang of his blood.

You can’t help the moan that reverberates through you as your senses are overwhelmed by the small and taste of him, the feel of his body pushed flush against yours, his hand cupping your nape so tight it almost hurt. All the while his nose was still bleeding, the droplets landing on your lips as they continued to move against his.

You gasp and whimper pathetically when you feel Roman’s teeth sink into your bottom lip, pulling lightly as he moves back to look at you, his eyes impossibly dark and lust blown. His smirk grows as he quickly darts his tongue out to swipe across your bottom lip now, tasting the blood he’d just drawn. You instinctively do the same just after, hissing as you feel the sting of your torn skin.

Roman just chuckles darkly before latching his lips back onto yours, your mouths flooding with a mixture of both your bloods. Your body instinctively start to curve into him as he devours you with his hungry kiss. One of his hands holds you in place, splaying across your lower back, whilst his other hand crept up under your skirt. He wastes almost on time in letting his fingers tug your panties to the side so he could reach where you were already dripping and aching for him.

“Fuck baby,” he hisses against your mouth as his fingers rub between your folds. “You’re this wet over the taste of blood?” He teases darkly before winking and adding; “maybe you’re the upir...”

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[authorred]

Hell's Gate (Part 5) (Hemlock Grove) (Roman Godfrey x Fem!Reader)

Preface: After striking a deal with Olivia, you run off to go save Peter, and find Roman

Warning(s): Cursing, blood

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here

With a tired sigh, you drove the truck over to the old Godfrey Mill at speeds that definitely weren't legal. Haphazardly parking outside of the broken chain link fence, you didn't even turn the truck off before you took off on the grounds.

Through the wet concrete and dirt, you could smell three people. Roman, whose scent was faint, Peter, and another woman. When you entered deeper into the run-down mill, you navigated through the deep puddles and came across a truck inside. Standing in front of it was a small-statured woman. One you recognized.

In the back of the truck, chained inside of a cage, was Peter's werewolf form. More than likely sedated if he wasn't trying to tear her throat out.

You stayed back a bit, wondering how the hell Peter managed to get himself captured, and why Roman wasn't there to defend him. When the woman took out a serrated knife and started to pray out loud, your eyes narrowed.

"--in all my tribulations, necessities, and sufferings." Flipping the knife in her hand, she went to go slice Peter's throat.

"That's not wise." You popped out from behind a pillar, taking a few steps forward. Clementine moved away from Peter and stared at you in surprise. "Whatever it is you're trying to do, do feel free to fill me in. I've been out of commission for a bit."

Clementine slowly put the knife down before reaching for her gun. She took it out, cocked it, and aimed it towards you. "Miss Y/n, I'm giving you one opportunity to turn around. If you take a step towards me, I will kill you."

"You remember me," you said in slight surprise. "We've only met once, briefly. That's kind of impressive." You began to take languid steps towards her.

She took a step back, but still aimed at you.

You took a moment to look at her, up and down her body. "Your Order," you began. "The Dragon. You hunt supernaturals. Werewolves, upirs, witches . . . unspecified."

Confusion flashed across her face.

You continued to step towards her. "You see, I have a problem. A predicament, if you will. I'm constantly being trailed by this annoying . . . Shadow, who's constantly whispering in my ear about 'blood for blood', 'life for a life'." You look over your shoulder for a brief moment. "I've already got Mrs. Godfrey under my thumb, but that's not enough for It. So, do me a favor."

Without a second's hesitation, Clementine shot.

B̷̠̱̖͝ĺ̴͔o̷̬̼̪̾͒o̶͎̫͛̈́͝ḓ̶̡̗̐͛ ̸͔̽͝f̸̧̡͇̀̏ö̴͖̹͙́r̵̜̐̃̈́ ̴͚̒b̷̰̮̄̉ḻ̸̥́̇͆o̴̗̥̕o̵̘̻̓d̷͎͉̱͑.̶͎͔͐̀͋͜ ̵̨̛͂L̴̲͓̈́̀ḭ̴̱̅f̸̗̽ẹ̷̡̈́ ̵̤̣͛̑f̷̪̖̾͝o̶̙̬̔r̴̨͍͇̆̃̋ ̸̝̭̏̑͛ḷ̶̡̳̏i̶͖̰͖̾͌f̸̼̮̅̎e̵̻̩̓͐͗

"Yeah, I know," you sighed, wiping your hands on your pants. "It's done. You have half of Olivia, and all of her. That good enough?" You point to the pile of bone and tissue.

It slithered over to the pile of Clementine, caressing the flesh with its tendrils. It let out low hums that vibrated in your chest, like it was hollowing it out into an empty cavity.

Ḑ̷̝̩̈e̷̛͎̝̽b̶̙͎͚͌̿̐t̶̾̄͐ͅ ̸̛̺̰͔̋r̷̡̗͊̆e̷̢͛́ṕ̵̡͝a̶͎̪̺̚͝i̷̡͙͔̊͆͝d̵͖͇̋́͋

"Good." You looked over to Clementine's truck. "Have a field day with her body. I'm leaving."

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[the-record]

loverboy <3

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

warnings: school (yuck) otherwise none i think?!!

summary: eddie falls for his tutor

a/n: idea from > @upirs i hope i did ur idea justice it was too cute not to write !

the last person eddie wouldve expected to tutor him would be you.

you were smart, he knew that. but you never payed any sort of attention in class and we’re constantly late. but your math teacher had assigned you to help him.

so you started meeting up at the library after school.

“this is fucking impossible.” eddie whined, banging his head against the table.

“i promise it’s not.” you took the pencil from his grip, showing him the steps one more time. “then you just have to find x, which is easy.”

eddie wasnt paying any attention though. well, not to the math.

“eddie?” he hummed, sparking back up. “you listening?”

“of course i am.” he defended, sitting up straight. you gave him a look, doubt covering your features. “i have to find x now, right?”

you just nodded and handed him the pencil.

eddie loved you tutoring him. you explained in ways teachers didn’t, getting him to understand things he never quite got all through middle school and highschool.

“so, you’re saying all i had to do, was subtract the first number from the answer?”

you laughed, nodding. “how did you pass middle school?”

“i almost didnt.”

youd been tutoring and studying with eddie for weeks now. spending nearly every monday and wednesday after school with him. even sitting with the hellfire club at lunch most days.

eddie had shown you his favorite spots when he needed peace and quiet. the woods. his van. a nook in the back of the library only he and the librarian knew about.

“do you wanna come over?” he wondered suddenly. you immediately closed your book, looking up at him with bright eyes.

“really?”

over the weeks spent with him, you had grown to have a massive little crush on the boy.

“absolutely babe.”

babe. jesus, he needed to shut up.

the ride to his trailer was quiet but comfortable, some random music playing softly as eddie hummed.

you jumped out the van when you got there, eager to see eddie’s place.

eddie led you to his room and you got to snooping right away. he flopped on his bed as he watched you read spines of books, study photos and and trinkets. he watched as you smiled at his guitar, asking more about it.

you finally reached his cassettes. there was tons, a couple bands you didnt know but most you did.

“oh i love iron maiden.” you told him excitedly.

“huh?”

“i said i love iron maiden.” you turned to him, one of his cassettes in your hand and a smile on your face.

“i love you.” he whispered it softly, but you still heard.

“i- you what?” your brain short circuited as you stared at eddie.

“oh god, i said that out loud didnt i? i’m so sorry, thats so weird. oh god youre gonna hate me now arent you, i cant bel-” he rambled but cut himself off when he saw the huge smile on your face.

“you love me.” you walked forward, taking a seat infront of him on his bed. “you love me.” you giggled tossing the tape to the side. “holy shit eds i dont think you know how long i’ve been waiting to say that to you.”

“youre not weirded out?” eddie questioned as you took his hands in yours.

“jesus, eddie no!” you sat forward a bit, leaning closer. “not at all. im just like in shock.”

“thank god babe i was so worried.” he reached out and took your face in his hands. “can i kiss you?”

“get to it loverboy.”

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[taleswrittena]

@blumhouses sent

“ touch  yourself  for  me. “ (peter/roman) - he's in a mood i hate him

nsft prompts||hella accepting

It comes as no surprise to Peter that the Upir would request that and as much as he wants Roman himself to touch him, he does like the idea of Roman getting off on simply watching him.

Besides, they both know Roman won't be able to keep his hands to himself for long. Eventually, he'll pounce and Peter will find himself submitting to him willingly, eagerly. He and the wolf inside of him has always belonged to Roman, long before they were an actual thing.

"Heh. Why not?" A teasing grin spreads across the werewolf's features as he leans back, scoots back away from Roman to put a little distance between them. They're both already undressed so there is no pesky fabric to get in the way.

Making himself comfortable, Peter wraps fingers around his own aching cock while eyes never leave Roman's face. He can smell the arousal radiating off of his lover in waves, driving him even more insane.

His fingers begin to glide up and down his cock with ease, slow strokes, happily giving Roman a show. Every action is designed to tease and Peter finds himself making sure to make a show of moaning for the Upir.

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[artemiseamoon]

Nocturna Sanguine 10

Status: complete ! This is the finale | fic info and chapters

Words: 2,416 | will upload to A03 again this week 

⚠️warnings: vampirism, sexual content, langauge , mentions of death and a town full of demons

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Valentina’s lab

Adjusting the goggles on her face, Valentina takes a closer look at the flask. Once satisfied, she scoots over to the microscope.

The brother's blood continues to fascinate her; it behaves like nothing she’s ever seen. Aside from a witch hybrid like herself, it's the only other vampire blood resistant to werewolf venom. In all her years alive, she’s never heard of a double vampire, and Upirs were long believed to be extinct.

Over the time she’s kept them here, she's found time to work in the lab, take notes, and study the blood. She even added it to a few spells to see how it interacts with magic.

Earlier that morning, she added the blood to an ancient spell in place of a long-extinct root, and surprisingly, it worked. She hit a gold mine. Her boys are indeed special, in more ways than they know.

Sitting back, she took the goggles off and smiled to herself.

“A whole new world of possibilities - “her eyes shoot to the door.

Valentina unlocks and opens the heavy door with one gesture of her hand.

“Hello, stranger.” Valentina crossed her arms casually and flashed a smile at Dahlia. “I wondered where you went.”

“You were occupied with your playthings up there,” Dahlia matches her smile and comes to a stop in front of her, “surprised you noticed.”

“Ouch.” Valentina frowns, then reaches out to grab her hand. Dahlia wraps her fingers around hers.

“It takes a lot to put a vampire in a catatonic state, what happened last night? They didn’t even stir when I walked in.”

“The Descent.”

Dahlia whistles, “you must really like them.”

Valentina brushes it off, and changes the subject, “so, what adventures did you have?”

“I was in Hades town. Thinking of staying there a while.”

“Ah,” Valentina stands and lets go of her hand. “Las Vegas for demons. Not for the faint of heart. A deliciously good time though.”

Dahlia smirks then gets a look in her eyes like she’s reliving a memory.

Hades town is just a nickname, coined by the demons. It used to be called Crows End and some stupid human opened a portal, they were fooling around with an ancient text for Halloween. They unknowingly opened a portal directly from hell. The town got overrun.

Any attempts to banish the demons or close the portal have failed to date, and most have given up. Those with magical abilities set a boundary around the town to leave it contained until they figure out what else to do.

Ever since it’s become party central for Demons and other supernatural creatures alike. Even with the bad record of what happens to humans looking for excitement, many still flocked to the town. They end up dead, trapped, possessed or in love with the darkness. Some love it so much they stay and assimilate.  

Valentina has only gone once, with Dahlia. They stayed for a weekend, and it was one of the wildest things she's seen in years. But it is not a place she’d stay for any longer than 2 days. She likes her mansion, her comforts, her velvet couches, and expensive fabrics.

Dahlia quietly studies Valentina as the silence between them continues, until Valentina breaks it,

“Are you sure you want to stay longer? That place - “Valentina doesn’t finish the sentence.

“You’re worried about me, cute,” Dahlia smirked, “I’m okay. You have your playthings, I found some of my own there. I'm not ready to give them up yet.”

“You’ve always been free to go as you please,” Valentina sighs, “you’ll be missed.”

“I know.” Dahlia tugs on her lab coat, “I’ll be back, in a couple of weeks maybe.”

“Good, don’t be a stranger, “Valentina winks at her then heads to the other side of the room, “while you’re here, would you like to help me with something?”

Dahlia walks over to the closet and grabs a white coat, she glances over her shoulder at Valentina, “Since you asked so kindly.”

Later that Day

The bath water is deliciously warm, so much so she almost falls asleep. Valentina is in the middle of the tub, knees to her chest. To her left is Roman, and to her right is Ivar.

Roman alternates between dozing off and taking a puff of his joint. Currently, he's taking a very long, lazy drag. His head against the rim of the tub. He holds the smoke, then blows it out in small little rings. “Is this normal? I feel like I need 10 more hours of sleep.”

Ivar chuckles, his eyes still closed as he rests in the tub.

Valentina leans over to Ivar and plants a kiss on his exposed neck, then turns to Roman and takes the joint from his fingers. He watches her take a hit, then inches closer and opens his mouth. Their eyes lock on each other as she blows smoke into his mouth, then seals it with a kiss.

“It’s normal. It should wear off in a day or so.” she settles back into her previous spot.” Sanguis Ebrius.”

Ivar opens one eye. “What's that?”

“Blood sleep. It’s common after an experience like that. Sleeping for long periods recharges and repairs our systems. Sanguis Ebrius is like heavy sedation, in some cases, depending on how much blood you ingested, it can resemble a death-like state."

Roman rested his head against the tub again. "Shit, cool."

Valentina passes the joint to Ivar, who declines, then goes back to Roman.

“In myths, do you know why they warn vampires not to feed on other vampires?” Valentina rests a hand on each of the guy's legs under the water.

Ivar volunteers an answer first, “in some vampire cultures it's actually forbidden, but they never explain why. It creates a bond.”

Her eyes float from his to Romans.

“Isn’t it an act of sex?” Roman lifts his head again. “It creates a psychic link between vampires, so they can reach each other's minds,” he takes a hit, holds it, then blows it out, “which is a fucking lie 'cause I can't read your thoughts for shit.” he points at Valentina.

Valentina sits up and moves the suds around with her hands, “It’s different with me, I’m a hybrid. If you were in the tub with any of the vampires you fed on last night, then yes, you’d be able to connect telepathically. If the bond is strong enough, you can view their memories.” She scoops up a handful of water and tosses some at Roman, then Ivar.

“Vampires who feed on each other begin to nest. It's believed they become increasingly dangerous, and ravenous, like a pack of wild animals. That's one of the reasons it is taboo, in most cultures. But, you’re both right, all of those are side effects. The reasons vary depending on the source. In many of them, only elders are allowed to drink from vampires.”

“Like you?” Roman grins. “You're a hot ass elder.”

Valentina and Ivar laughed. Ivar splashes water his way.

Still smirking, she closes her eyes again, enjoying the warm water and calming scent of lavender.

The Next day, afternoon

Valentina climbs into the driver's seat. One more night of rest did the job, and the guys are back to their old selves. Roman, after yelling shotgun, climbed into the passenger seat and pushed it way back, crashing right into Ivars knees.

Ivar kicks the seat, then slaps Roman on the back of the head before moving over. “Asshole.”

Music plays at a comfortable level as the car speeds out of the driveway. They’re on the road for a short while until they reach the city limits.

Valentina pulls the car over and puts it in park. Her eyes land on the sign up ahead.

‘You are now leaving Whispering Pines, please come again’

Valentina exits the car first, followed by a confused Ivar and Roman.

“What's going on?” Roman asked.

Valentina sits in the hood of the car and gestures toward the sign.

Roman shakes his head, “No fucking way, last time I tried that it spit me out like a fucking chew toy.”

“That won't happen this time, promise.” She reclines further, watching them with a grin.

Still hesitant, the guys stare at each other.

When Ivar takes a curious step forward, Roman grabs his arm. “No, fuck that. She’s playing a game.”

Valentina chuckled in response. Ivar glances at Valentina, and despite his uncertainty, detects honestly in her eyes. He decides to trust her. Ivar pulls from Roman's grip and heads to the barrier. He rushes forward before Roman can stop him, using vampire speed.

With his eyes closed tight, Ivar comes to a stop and waits. Nothing happens. He opens his eyes and looks around. He’s past the barrier now. Completely unharmed.

Grinning, he walks through it again, then a third time.

“No way.” Roman takes slow steps forward.

“Go on cutie, give it a go.” She winks at him when he glances over his shoulder at her. When he doesn't move, she mouths the words, “ go on.”

Roman carefully approaches the barrier, then jumps through it. Nothing happens. Only Ivar cackling behind him. Roman flips him off then runs through the barrier a second time.

“Shit, we’re free, you let us go.” with bright eyes he rushed over to Valentina and grabbed her legs, then planted kisses on each knee.

“You earned it, both of y- “ before she can finish her sentence, Roman kisses her.  

Roman grabs the side of her neck and teases a second kiss, “you kidnapped us, held us captive, took our blood. Brought us the sickest vampire orgy ever, and now we're free? You have a fucked-up way of saying you like us, Valentina.”  

She shrugs and runs her nails down his chest, “ah, well, you know.”

Ivar stands at the side of the car, his intense blue eyes burning into hers. Roman still hovers over her, kissing the side of her neck now.

“Any fine print?” Ivar asked.

“Of course,” she throws her head back as Roman kisses her neck, her eyes return to Ivars, “I keep what I took. And you can’t go on any more killing sprees in my town, or close to it. That's it.”

“Yeah right.” Roman scoffs and then bites at her neck. His hand moves up her thigh.

She purrs and closes her eyes, “You are not stuck anymore. You could leave right now if you wanted. Though, it would be a shame to get me this worked up and just - leave.”

Ivar crosses his arms, amusement fills his expression, “And the blood?”

“I keep what I took. And if you felt so inclined to leave me a little more, “she shrugs, “I’ll take it.”

“So greedy, you took so much already.” Roman whispers, his lips moving to her ear lobe.

A mischievous grin fills Ivars lips. He goes quiet as he thinks it over.

Valentina reaches out for him, and he steps closer again. “I propose we go back, one more round of fun before you two set off into the sunset.”  

Valentina slides across the hood and gets off, then returns to the driver's seat. Ivar smirks at Roman and takes the passenger seat. Once they're all in the car, she pulls something out of her blazer pocket, two small velvet pouches. She hands one to Ivar, then Roman.

Ivar opens his first, “ blood, your blood.”

“Your blood is resilient. However, if you ever find yourselves in trouble, or unable to fight something on your own, that's your plan b.” she starts the car up, “use it wisely. And, don't get any ideas, it's been spelled for its intended use only.”

Roman chuckles, “aww she likes us.”

Valentina turns the music on and puts the car in drive.

Late that night

Roman leans against the car smoking a cigarette. “Come on you two, what is this, a damn romance novel?”

Valentina and Ivar both ignore him, they’re still holding hands and shit, acting like a bunch of love-sick teenagers.

Ivar caresses the side of her face as his other hand rests on her lower back. “Will we see you again?”

She kisses his jaw, then his cheek, “you know where to find me. And, in a way, the three of us will always be together. We’re deeply bonded. Now and forever.”

“Someone's feeling neglected.” Ivar darts his eyes to Roman.

“The brat prince, always hungry for attention,” she sings before drawing Ivar into a sensual kiss. When the kiss breaks, she makes her way to Roman.

Before he could say anything, she shuts him up with her lips. Post kiss, he has a big smile on his face.

Valentina takes a step back. “Well, what are you waiting for, go, be free.” She holds her smile a little longer and tries to ignore that unfamiliar pang inside of her.

She wants them to stay, but she won't ask, and she won't beg either.

Roman winks at her and then climbs into the driver's seat of the car. Ivar gets in next, then closer to the door. Both of them watch her for a moment as she stands in the driveway.

Valentina blows them a kiss, then turns around and walks back up to the house. They guys linger for a moment longer, then drive off into the night.

15 minutes later

It feels good, damn good to be in his car again listening to his music. Free to do as they please. They zoomed past the exit sign and were headed to a place unknown. Though he's singing along with the music and is more animated than ever, Roman has one thought in the front of his mind, one he’s trying to shake.

A minute later, he glances over at Ivar who is staring out the window, he's got one of the reflective looks on his face. Roman turns the music down.

“You know what's fucked up?”

“What?” Ivar turns his head to look at him.

“You’re a lucky bastard Ivar. You hogged her, you got way more time with her than I did.”

Ivar grins, “we could always turn around.” he raises a brow.

Roman brings the car to an abrupt stop.

“Extend our stay for as long as we please, then, go wherever the road takes us.” Ivar adds.

Roman smiles wide, reverses, then turns the car around.

“You are a fucking genius man. “Roman turns the music up and heads back to Whispering Pines.

💕 Thats it!

#fic: nocturna sanguine #vampire fic #Ivar the boneless #Roman Godfrey #modern Vikings #hemlock grove #Arte mashup #fc: Kat Graham #last chapter #Ivar x ofc #Roman x ofc #ivar lothbrok

[unusualbill]

Nothing For Us - Chapter 4

"So is this it?" Roman asked, basking in the heater's warmth as he sat in the passenger’s seat. 

"What do you mean?" Peter asked.

Roman opened his eyes and gazed out at the road ahead, it seemed to stretch on forever. Nothing in the distance except for the mountains and the occasional stray billboard about eternal damnation.

"Like is this all it is? Just driving, eating sometimes, pointing out horses and shit?"

Peter pondered for a moment, no longer paying attention to the road. 

"Sometimes there's cows," he said wisely.

Roman huffed, his eyes defocusing as he stared out the window. The towns they passed through seemed to get smaller and smaller. He watched as they passed the same scenery over and over, the same shaped houses, the same neatly trimmed lawns, the same businesses catering to the local soccer moms. Always the same, but changing just enough to drive Roman mad. 

"This is boring as shit, man."

Peter pulled up to a stop light, turning to Roman. He searched the upir’s face, wondering what it was that made him so huffy. Was he always like this, or just around Peter? There was something about the Godfrey boy’s pout that got under Peter’s skin. He didn’t mind Roman under his skin, but the current resident wasn’t too keen on his territory being invaded.

"You robbed a bank today and you're bored? Fuck, what does it take to excite you?" Peter teased in an attempt to relieve some pressure.

Roman opened his mouth to speak, but Peter cut him off.

"Don't answer that," Peter said with a laugh. 

Roman didn’t laugh.

They drove in near silence, punctuated only by the occasional sigh from Roman, and the soft click of the car’s blinkers.

"Comic books," Roman said simply, as though he had not been festering in silence for the last ten minutes.

"What?"

Roman's eyes floated to the clouds above, watching as they seemed to follow the car. He was reminded of night drives with his father, driving too fast to even notice that there were clouds. He wished Peter would drive that fast.

"You asked what it takes to excite me," He explained "I like comic books."

"Huh," said Peter expecting the answer to involve something more scandalous or relating to Roman's wanton lifestyle. "What, like the hulk and shit?"

"Batman," Roman said, picking at the bandaids on his fingertips. "And The X-Men." 

Peter stopped at a crossroad, trying to remember which direction they were supposed to turn. He chewed his lip for a moment, brushing a lock of hair from his eyes. He would need to stop and retie his hair soon.

"Batman, huh? That plant chick is kinda hot."

Roman cocked a brow "Poison Ivy?"

“Yeah, her,” Peter grinned “Redheads man…”

“Which version?” Roman said coolly, trying hard not to seem like a nerd. 

“Huh?”

“Which version of her? Like which comic?” Roman attempted to keep the conversation casual but his knowledge of niche lore was threatening to slip out.

Peter took his hand off the steering wheel to run it through his hair.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve only seen the movie.”

Roman pulled a face. 

“Which movie was it? There is a wrong answer.”

“I don’t know man, I was stoned when I saw it.”

Roman sat silently for a moment, watching as the clouds above threatened to gray.

“The one with Schwarzenegger in it,” Peter said.

As Roman turned towards him, Peter decided the upir’s expression would not be out of place in Children of the Corn.

“Stop the car,” Roman said flatly, pawing at the door handle. “Stop the car, I’m walking home.” 

“Really, over Batman?” Peter said, rolling his eyes and pulling into a rest stop on the side of the road. 

He decided it was better to play along than for Roman to have an outburst in his front seat.

Roman exited the car, gesturing for Peter to pop the trunk. Peter complied, shaking his head as he reached under the driver’s seat. Roman grabbed his luggage, slinging it over his shoulder as he began to walk along the edge of the road.

Peter watched him for a minute, hoping he would get it all out of his system. Roman’s angry stomps reminded Peter of a ram, though he knew somewhere inside Roman was a gentle lamb.

“Pennsylvania’s that way, you know!” He shouted, his thumb pointing North. “Unless you’re hellbent on Kentucky.”

“I knew that,” Roman hissed, turning and passing the wolf in the other direction. By the time he passed the car he had already cooled off, unsure of why he was so heated to begin with. His stomach ached again.

“Are you really that pissed over a superhero movie?” Peter questioned as Roman brushed a lock of bottle-blond hair away from his eyes. He remained silent.

“Get back in the car, Roman.”

Roman paused for a moment, looking at the ground beneath him. Cigarette butts, pieces of broken glass, and hypodermic needles were strewn about the dead grass.  He stepped on a piece of a discarded beer bottle, just to feel the crunch.

“It’s the principle of the thing,” He said, still looking at the ground. He turned his head slightly to read the logo on a dented bottle cap, it was some beer brand he had never heard of.

Peter cocked a brow. Roman opened his mouth to continue but Peter stopped him.

“Look, if you get back in the car we can rent some other batman flicks,” Roman’s face softened “We’ll spend the weekend in some little town and have like a nerd marathon or something.”

Roman set his luggage down, looking at Peter for a moment. He hated this. He hated that Peter was being so kind to him. He hated the raw empty gnawing in the pit of his stomach.

“You know, the movies don’t really showcase the nuance of-”

“Oh my god, we can read the comics too, just get in the fucking car before it rains.” Peter playfully punched Roman’s shoulder.

Roman threw his luggage back into the trunk, slamming it shut before clambering into the front seat. Peter started the car and turned the heater back on as storm clouds gathered above them.

“You know, there’s also some X-Men films…”

“Don’t push it.”

Rain began to fall as Roman reclined his seat. He watched as raindrops raced down the windshield, melding into one big streak. He picked at the frayed edge of one of his bandages. 

“Hey, what was in those little vials?” He asked with a yawn.

“Huh?” Peter was busy concentrating as the road grew slick beneath them.

“In the first aid kit,” Roman clarified, “There were needles and little vials. What’s in ‘em? Good shit?” He secretly hoped the wolf was holding out on him as his Altoids tin was in the trunk.

“Nothing fun, if that’s what you’re asking.” 

Roman ran his fingers across the window, doodling in the condensation. He drew a heart but quickly erased it, drawing a frowny face next to it instead.

“Boo,” He said, not unlike a teenage girl.

Peter adjusted the windshield wipers as the rain fell harder. He glanced at the highway signs, deciding which small town to flee to for the night. They all looked the same so it really didn’t matter. He chose the closest one and hoped there would be a motel.

“Rabies shots,” he said, merging right and heading towards an exit sign. “Among other things.”

Roman raised a brow. “Huh?”

“It’s not like I can just walk into a vet’s office and ask them to stick me.” Peter gestured to himself, “And they don’t give them to you at the doctor unless you’re already bit.”

“Sheeit, I never thought about that,” Roman cracked his window, taking a match from his pocket and lighting a cigarette. “So, do you like have to have it every year like a-”

“Like a dog?” Peter finished

“I was gonna say like a flu shot,” Roman took a drag, blowing smoke out the window.

He wondered what he had done to make Peter so curt with him. Maybe he knew what Roman had done, maybe he was waiting for the right time to ditch him on the side of the road. Maybe he had asked Roman to tag along as a joke and hadn’t expected him to actually come with.

“Are you like mad at me or something?”

Peter stared at the road before him, trying to see past heavy raindrops. The lights blurred together as the sky darkened. The road turned from thick pavement to thicker mud as any signs of life disappeared. There were only two signs in the distance, a Motel 6 and a McDonald’s

“Nah, just concentrating. I can’t see shit in this weather.” 

Roman started to bring up Peter’s shortness with him earlier but decided against it. He didn’t need to start a fight, he was sure Peter was already disappointed in him.

“You hungry?” Peter asked, “Because I’m fucking starving.”

“Nah,” Roman lied, the gnawing pit in his stomach growing larger despite that morning’s feeding. “I’m good.” 

Peter shrugged and turned into the McDonald’s parking lot anyway.

“You can get a milkshake or something.” 

Roman opened his mouth to protest, but Peter was already in the drive-thru ordering one for both of them.

As they waited for their order, Roman contemplated telling Peter the truth. He tugged at his jacket, feeling a chill from Peter’s open window. The sun had now vanished completely from the sky, replaced by quick rain and heavy nightfall. 

Peter brought the bag of warm food into the car, passing it to Roman to hold. The scent of salt and grease filled the car as Roman held the bag to his chest. Peter placed the shakes in the cupholders, licking spilled whipped cream off his arm. Roman looked away, unsure of what he was feeling.

“I have to tell you something,” Roman said, staring straight ahead as Peter put the car in park. “But I don’t think you’ll like it.”

He placed his shaking hands between his knees, taking a deep breath.

Peter took a sip of his shake, staring at the way Roman’s face seemed to glow under the car’s overhead lights. The worry in Roman’s eyes was hidden by his long eyelashes.

“I have something to tell you too,” Peter started, turning off the engine.

He reached a hand out, guiding Roman’s face towards his own. Roman let out a shaky breath at the wolf’s calloused touch. Peter’s thumb grazed Roman’s cheek, just barely catching the corner of his mouth. Roman’s eyes nearly shut. 

The overhead light faded, turning off and leaving the pair in near darkness, save for the lights inside the restaurant. Peter could barely make out the upir’s silhouette. His gaze lingered as he pulled Roman’s face closer, unsure of his next move, all he knew is he wanted a full view of those Godfrey green eyes.

“Roman, I-” He stared into Roman’s eyes, almost forgetting what he was trying to say.

Roman nodded, encouraging Peter to continue. 

Peter opened his mouth once more, but his voice was no longer gentle, it was quivering, almost fearful.

“What the fuck is that?” He breathed, his eyes wide as he looked past Roman and into the darkness.  

A figure stood not far from them, its head tilted as it stared at the pair.

“What the fuck is what?” Roman slowly turned, feeling uneasy as he noticed a pair of glowing red eyes staring through him.

Whatever it was, he made eye contact with it. 

#bri babbles #nothing for us #roman godfrey #peter rumancek #romancek #hemlock grove #hemlock grove fanfiction #hello hello. goodbye again

[angerworn]

not any time soon , but i do intend to eventually expand on morgan's lore with muses that fill the species in her compendium ( much in the way lee is the werewolf @eltriador ) .

-they all have established lore and faces / names .

[sanguinesinners]

@ofthestcrs

—————-

“What about now?”

Roman shot a humoured pouty pose in the man’s direction, motioning at the camera Caleb brought along with him. The poses Godfrey we’re doing wasn’t like him, but he knew it would slowly bring a smile to the wolf’s face. Which simultaneously made the Upir happy too.

For some dumbass reason, Roman took Caleb out for some shopping, knowing the wolf was irate with this sort of shit, mumbling that he would most likely just wanna stay in bed - Which was understandable for every human being. Godfrey wasn’t keen on letting that happen though, he wanted to make most of the time he had with him, knowing that sooner or later, his bitch of a mother would want to move out of this plagued ridden town. Or try to destroy it, either way.

Shortly after, Roman had been rummaging in some large boxes he found in a small clothing store littered with odd dress up shit, finding a cowboy hat that he made no haste in wearing, and then some more fancy hats and head pieces he placed onto Caleb, alongside a work guitar that seemed to be propped up against the wall, now adjusting a sweet tiara within his large head of curls “You look like a pretty little rockstar princess now” He teased, before finding some loose jewellery buried beneath it all - It was an emerald ring he was fumbling between his long fingers, he pulled on his bottomplump lip before grabbing at Caleb’s hand and sliding it cautiously on his finger.

“I’m not proposing or anything. Just suits you, y’know for the whole cute visage you have going on or whatever” Godfrey shrugged, stumbling on his words, making no big deal but to grow a shit eating grin after making the gesture.

#ofthestcrs #Small prompt ; #Bloodlust Prince ; #{shut up and kiss me 💋} #// It’s longer than I expected but Bugger it ! #// I just pulled this lil fun thing out my ass but you don’t have to respond lol

[nanlanmoarchived]

I want a baby

"Oh is that so?"

Blue eyes reveal more of the concern in the pit of her stomach than her tone does and she hopes he doesn't catch onto either. This was a conversation that'd gone round and round many years ago and one that made her chest ache if she let herself stray too far into her fear of her partner's inevitable disappointment when all she could offer was herself.

But she isn't sure if Roman's fucking with her or not, so rather than fully launch into her apologies and tearful I understand if this is a deal breaker comments, she moves to rest her chin on his chest, bright blue eyes searching the upir's face for some hint of his true intentions behind the statement. "You know, a baby might put a hitch in the whole, bein' hot and young forever thing." // @bloodentitled

#bloodentitled #v; you are my sunshine #otp; innocence in spite of me { roman }

[upirprince]

😨 ur turn ;3//

He's back in the church where they finally killed Christina in her vargulf form, standing in front of the altar with her corpse laid out in front of him, only this time it isn't the only one there.

Shelley lies to one side, her wig knocked askew and her body riddled with bullet holes. She's always been bigger and stronger than him, brighter too, but as she lies there now her body looks so... broken. Face down with her head turned to one side, her big eye stares up at him blankly, no longer seeing anything at all.

Letha lies on the other, still in her hospital gown, with that massive pool of blood spreading out from between her legs. The sight of the liquid makes him feel sick for the first time in his life, the way its been drained out of her to turn her skin cold and clammy and impossibly pale.

He realizes he's shaking, his face stained with tears, and his throat raw from crying. He lifts his hands, palms up, staring at them in disgust. He hadn't been able to save them. No. Judging from how clean and soft his hands still were, could he even say he'd tried?

Even before Shelley had shown up to finish Christina off, Peter had been doing most of the work...

Peter.

His head jerks up as he turns around, suddenly aware of the presence of someone walking down the aisle. Peter Rumancek, dressed in a giant black wolf's hide that seems to cling to his arms and shoulders before flaring out behind him like a cape. His feet make no sound against the stone, both them and his chest bare, but somehow he doesn't look the slightest bit cold.

As soon as Peter's close enough to join Roman at the altar his hands come up to cradle the upir's face, pressing their foreheads together as they lock eyes.

Slowly Roman is able to stop shaking, losing his awareness of the horrors that surround the two of them as more and more of his focus is able to narrow in on Peter. Peter is here, in front of him, touching him in that firm yet tender way that reminds him he's not alone.

Understanding dawns, and he closes his eyes as he takes in what the other boy is trying to tell him.

'I am here. I will not leave. Even with everything you've lost, I promise you still have someone in your life who cares for you. I promise I will not abandon you.'

Finally, Roman's tears start to dry, a tiny ounce of hope returning to his chest -- only to be followed by a pain piercing straight through to his heart.

Eyes snapping open in horror, he realizes one of the hands on his face is no longer there, instead buried deep inside his torso with its fingers wrapped around his heart.

Now the eyes locked with his are no longer kind and empathetic, but cruel and mocking, uncaring in a way he never thought Peter's eyes could be.

There's a sick, wet, sucking sound as the arm is pulled out of him, taking his heart with it as it goes. As he falls to his knees, he catches sight of Peter sneering down at it, no longer looking at him or even acknowledging he's there.

The werewolf turns on his heel, and Roman's mouth falls open to beg for him to stay, but no sound comes out. He's stuck there, frozen and silent but for the screaming of his voice inside his head, somehow still aware of everything as Peter continues to stride away from his murdered body.

It's only when the church doors bang shut, cutting off his view of Peter that Roman wakes with a start, struggling to remember how to breathe as he looks up at the unfamiliar ceiling of his new home.

"Liar..." Roman says, calling out to the boy who left him as the tears start up again. "You fucking liar....."

#Ohhhhhh! Oh how dare >:c #I'm kidding but also I hope my reply was suitable revenge #answered #blackwolffullmoon #gore #angst

[ofthestcrs]

@dcmure

The upir doesn't mean to eye her with suspicion. Val's demeanor seems to always be that of a frightened little mouse just barely stumbling through the world. One might even think that she couldn't get any more so frightened than before -- though she faced all of Roman's bull shit with courage and grace somehow. Still, he couldn't help but feel like something was off.

"What's on your mind?" He questioned, "Something bothering you?"

#dcmure

[wolfxdayz]

Eddie sighed as he watched Peter work on his car. It had been a difficult day mentally for him.... Feeling drawn to a place no one could see. Some days he didn't feel like he was meant to be breathing.

"Hey...you uh....you ever feel something and you know it's impossible, but you feel it anyway?"

Peter looked up from his car and tossed his head back to get some hair out of his face . “.. that’s oddly specific but ya know what ya I kinda do .. like you wouldn’t believe “ he’s thinking about his friendship with Roman how Roman is an upir and he’s a werewolf and yet he feels a connection that’s stronger then the bad blood between them.

#v; stranger in hemlock grove

[jj-lynn21]

CHAPTER 2: THE RENTAL MISTAKE

Chapter 1  Chapter 3 Chapter 4  Chapter 5

The chapter are short in this five chapter story about a rental mix up that could end up benefitting both parties. Characters include AU Bill Skarsgard and my original character Sammatha. It is mostly whimsical with a little blood and sex towards the end. A bit of orgasm denial and oral on female. Enjoy.

“I rented this place.” They reply in unison.

‘You have to be in the wrong house.’ Sammatha protested. ‘I rented this place two weeks ago.”

“I rented this place two weeks ago.” Bill tried to explain calmly. “My phone is in the bedroom. Do you have yours? We can call the owner to try to straighten this all out.”  

“I managed to keep it dry.” She pulled her cellphone from her cleavage.

Bill grinned.

“What?” she smirked. “I needed to keep it dry running in here in the storm.”

“You don’t need to explain.” he looked away running his hand through his hair. “Just make the call.”

Sammatha made the call. It rang and rang and rang and rang... “He isn’t answering.” She turned the phone to show Bill.  

“That sucks.” Bill scratched the bit of hair on his chin.  

“Double bookings happen.” Sammatha got up and headed to get her things. “You were here first. I’m sorry I woke you.” just then thunder struck, and a bolt of lightning was seen out the front window. She jumped.

“Hold on.” Bill caught up to her and grabbed her arm. “I don’t think you should be driving in this weather.”

She turned surprised. Her face at his chest. She looked up at him. That is when it hit her who this was standing before her with sleepy eyes. The killer clown. The upir. He was so many of her favorite characters. “I don't want to go back out there.” She swallowed hard. “I can sleep the night on the couch.”

“Nonsense, you are sleeping in the bed.” Bill’s voice was insistent.

“Okay.” she smiled.

“I will take the couch.” bill smiled back. “It pulls out into a bed, I think. Now let's try to get some sleep. We will try the owner again in the morning, I just need to grab my phone from the bedroom.”  

Sammatha agreed with a nod. They both went back to the bedroom where Bill quickly grabbed his phone and disappeared into the living room. She quickly fell asleep once she was laying in the large comfortable bed. Bill on the other hand took a while longer to fall asleep again. He pulled out the bed from the couch. It was a bit smaller, but not terribly so. It was queen-size. He had to find the extra sheets and blankets in the hall closet. Then the thunder exploded at what seemed like his head. But he eventually drifted off.

She woke to the wonderful aroma of bacon sizzling and coffee hot and fresh.  Sammatha stretched when she pulled herself out of bed. Then she headed to the restroom to fix herself up before appearing in the kitchen.  

“Good morning.’ she yawned as she grabbed a coffee cup from a shelf and poured her morning wakeup call. “Thanks for making enough coffee for us.”

“I was making it so might as well make a full pot.” he flipped some pancakes and pulled the bacon from the oven. “Are you hungry? I made more than enough. II tend to eat more when I am not working.”

“I was just going to have...” she stopped when he put the mound of bacon, sausage, eggs and pancakes on the table. “Wholly cow, are you expecting more people?”

Bill chuckled. “No.” he put some plates, silverware and napkins down. ‘This is how I eat on vacation. I made a little extra for you if you want to join me that is?”

‘Thank you again.” she took a sip of coffee before filling her plate with the breakfast goodies. ‘My name is Sammatha. You can call me Sam. Most people do.’

He swallowed a big mouth full of breakfast while nodding politely. ‘I’m Bill”

‘Here is to calories that don’t count on vacation.” She took a bite of the fluffy pancakes. “Of course, it could be my last vacation meal if I don’t find a place to stay. You were here first so whatever the mix up you should be the one that stays.”

“Nonsense.’ Bill huffed. ‘We can try to call the owner again. If he does not answer, we both stay here.  if that is something you would be comfortable doing?”

‘I guess that would be fine.’ she paused to sip her coffee and take in some more deliciousness. “But I will take the living room as my home base and sleep on the pullout. I practically get lost in that big bed.’ she laughed.

“That’s a deal.” He held out his hand for her to shake on it.

Sammatha shook his hand. Bill called the owner putting his phone on speaker so she could hear.  Still, it rang, rang and rang some more. ‘I will shoot him a text.”  He wrote:

     I think you double booked the cottage. Another guest showed up last night.

      Please call back to work this out.  

Bill showed the text to Sammatha before sending it. “What do you think Sam?”

She read it with a nod of agreement. “Yes, that sounds good.”

Bill sent the text. They ate in comfortable silence. Bill got up to take the empty dishes to the sink. She could not believe he could fit all he ate in his slim muscular body, but his belly was protruding a small bit. She got up to help him.

“I’ll wash and you dry.” Sammatha suggested.

Bill pointed to the dishwasher. “I think that is what that is for.”  He started loading the dishwasher. “You can go about your vacation however you want, but I am going to try out the kayaks down by the like. You can join me if you like?”

“That sounds fun.” she went over to finish up her coffee before putting the coffee cup in the dishwasher.  

She went out to get her bags to change as Bill went to shower and dress. This worked out perfect as if choreographed. Bill was done with his shower in the bedroom dressing as she got dressed and ready for the day in the bathroom. He came out first and had another cup of coffee. Sammatha appeared from the bathroom in black shorts and a hot pink tank top.  

“Ready for some fun.” She commented.

“Definitely.” Bill smiled and opened the door for her to go first.  

The skies were clear and sunny. A bright blue with whisps of white floating aimlessly. They grabbed life jackets from those hung on a hack and chose kayaks to begin their tranquil journey. Bill playfully splashed her with his paddle. She laughed and splashed him back. He pointed out animals and birds along the shoreline as they went.  

As they were paddling, he saw a bunny sipping water at the edge. He pointed that out to her. “Look at that bunny. That’s a baby.”

“Oh, how cute.” Then she screamed.

Bill looked with wide eyes. “Oh, shit.”

An alligator had made its way quickly across the bank and devoured little creature.  

“I think we should turn this way.” Bill grabbed the front of Sammatha’s kayak turning it in the opposite direction.

“It's the circle of life, Bill.”  She padded towards where he pointed her away from the carnage.

“I rather not be part of that gators circle.” Bill paddled a little faster. “Did you see the size of that thing?”

She caught up to him “It was large.”

They had been out on the water sever hours by that time, so Bill just paddled back to shore. As they were standing taking a breath from pulling the kayaks up, the alligator or maybe another one swam by its eye seeming to be on them.   “That thing was eying us for lunch.”

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