roman likes to chew gum. a specific yellow kind. peter can smell the flavor of it whenever roman flips open the pack and pops a piece into his mouth. blowing a small bubble and winking at him from across the room.
tease.
peter thought about roman a lot. pure and sinful things. but, he never could tell him how he felt. he stared a lot too.
“peter, what are you staring at?” letha asks.
“nothing, nothing.” he shakes his head, shaking out thoughts of roman. he can smell the gum. roman walks up to the two of them and wraps an arm around lethas shoulders.
“let’s get you home. peter, do you want a ride?” he asks. juicy fruit on his breath, simple and sweet. peter chokes out a ‘sure’, they get in the truck. the jaguar was in the shop for the day. oil change probably.
they drop letha off and peter moves to the front seat.
“do you want to go home, my place, or go fuck around at the mall?”
“could we go to your place? i know lynda won’t be home until tonight. kinda don’t wanna be home alone.” peter laughs.
roman smiles, he throws his old gum out the window, and gets a new piece.
“all that sugar is gonna rot your teeth roman.” peter looks at him. roman shrugs. he pulls over to the side of the road. he twists in his seat, hands still on the steering wheel, he blows a bubble and it pops loudly. startling peter.
“shee-it. no it won’t.” roman laughs, driving home, the drive is quiet, only the soft sound of simon and garfunkel from the radio. as they pull into the driveway, peter notices he was still staring at roman.
“you have a staring problem rumancek.” roman laughs. getting out of the truck, peter smirks.
they both enter the house. large, clean, vintage. roman goes up the stairs, his room with the steel rings from the mill hung in his wall.
peter walks in behind him and sits on the bed, laying against the silk pillows. roman sits on the corner of the bed, facing him.
“why the fuck do you chew so much gum?” peter asks, roman smirks.
“to make you ask questions.” he replies. peter rolls his eyes.
“what’s the real reason?”
“it’s grounding. helps keep me calm when my ocd gets out of hand.” roman chews on the inside of his lip.
“why don’t you have medication?”
“olivia doesn’t think i actually have it.”
“quit chewing on your lip.” peter says, a hint of stress in his voice. roman stops.
“everything okay?”
peter nods, unable to find words. his eyes shift to romans lips.
“something on your mind?” roman asks, laying on his side.
“you could say that yeah.”
“someone?” peter nods. picking at his finger nails. nervous. he just needs to get the words out. the feelings started at a party. roman was given a dare of sorts, to tease him. rile him up. leave him wanting more. now of course roman was high. still conscious enough to know what he was doing. peter had to leave the party early due to a “phone call” from lynda about casper needing food.
thoughts swirled in his head about that night.
romans hands in his hair, pulling it into a ponytail. pressing small kisses to his neck, nipping at his ears. touching his thighs.
“peter?” roman waves his hands in front of peters face. he shakes his head.
“i-i uh- i should get going.” peter looks down. he stands and goes to the door, roman follows him, grabbing his wrist.
“peter. talk to me. what’s wrong?” genuine concern crossed romans face. peters cheeks heat up, his throat feels dry and he just needs to say it.
say it. say it. say it!
“i love you, roman.” the whisper is barely audible.
“what?”
“fuck.”
“just say it. whatever it is.”
“i love you, roman.” louder now, roman stares at him.
peter tried to pull his wrist away. he manages, he opens the door and roman throws out his gum, following him. he catches up to him in the kitchen. he presses his hips against the kitchen table and kisses him. peter gasps a bit. roman smiles into the kiss.
“your lips taste like juicy fruit.”
“you love it.”
peter reaches around to romans back pocket, and grabs the half used pack of gum, he takes out a piece and pops it in his mouth. smirking at roman.
“tease.” roman kisses him again. peter smirks and licks romans bottom lip.
Dualism: A Hemlock Grove Fanfiction by yours truly
Chapter Two
Can I Watch?
based on Hemlock Grove's second episode of its first season, which is called "The Angel"
part two:
That very same day was also the second time he ever spoke to Roman. He was causally making slightly flirtatious conversation with Roman Godfrey's sister, Shelley, a girl who, like Peter and the two Ruiterkamp siblings, was also labeled a freak and forced into being an outcast, when a guy purposefully bumped into him, making him drop his book. The boy the preceded to call Peter "wolf fucker" and howl at him tauntingly as he walked away. Shelley then apologized to Peter via the automated voice on her phone. To which Peter replied, "Don't be sorry, you're too pretty," as he gently touched a strand of her hair, quickly but playfully flicking it with his fingertip.
Peter then bent down to pick them up, reaching for a book but failing to pick it up when a familiar hand slammed down onto it dramatically, picking it up for him. The hand then gave Peter the book and he looked up to see that it belonged to Roman.
"Get your fucking hands of my sister," Roman said menacingly, causing his sister and Peter to laugh.
"Is this funny to you?" Roman asked him seriously, causing the two to stop laughing and for Peter to shake his head, causing Roman to bust out laughing while attempting to mutter out a, "I'm just kidding."
"You want a lift home?" Roman asked after his laughter died down.
"Why?" Peter asked.
"Whatever, or not." Roman shrugged, beginning to walk away. Peter then followed, taking him up on his offer after he said his goodbyes to Shelley.
The two of them talked in the car, getting to know each other before Roman pulled up to the curb of Peter's residence. Roman then noticed Peter's drawing and admitted to him that, the night before, he had a dream about the thing Peter drew. He then asked Peter if he felt it too, to which Peter eventually replied with an inquiry as to what he meant. Roman then explained that he meant whatever was "down there" and Peter sarcastically asked if he meant the septic tank. Roman replied by saying it was deeper than that before beginning to admit something else to him.
"I get this feeling sometimes, like something really important is about to happen," Roman admitted, causing a pause in the conversation. During this pause, Peter heard the jingle of a bike chain approaching and noticed one of the Ruiterkamp siblings approaching, on their bike, the curb which Roman's car was parked by.
"Thanks for the ride," Peter said quickly before getting out, for whatever reason not wanting Sawyer and Roman to interact.
Roman then started the engine and drove off, not noticing the girl approaching Peter on her bike.
"Hey," Sawyer greeted as she hopped off her bicycle, putting down on the curb.
"How'd you get here so fast?" Peter asked her curiously.
"Took the shortcut you told me about, the one that goes through the park," She explained.
"Where's Luke? I didn't see him at school today," Peter asked.
"He stayed home, he says he has the flu but I think he's just skipping," Sawyer explained.
"So when Luke's not here drive you, you take your bike?" Peter asked teasingly. "What? Does he not share the car?"
"No, not that it matters anyway, I can't drive," Sawyer said.
"What, you don't have your license?" Peter asked.
"Well that and I never took behind-the-wheel," Sawyer explained.
"Too cool for driving school?" Peter asked teasingly.
"No, more like I wrapped our older brother's car around a tree a week after my fifteenth birthday," Sawyer said causing Peter to wince jokingly.
"So she can't drive," Peter muttered while sporting an amused grin as the two of them headed down the long stairway towards his late uncle's home.
"No she cannot," Sawyer replied, mirroring his expression as they walked side-by-side.
Once they made it inside, the two of them got situated, turning on the tv and getting their homework stuff set up, before Peter introduced Sawyer to his mother. Then for the rest of the afternoon the two of them did homework together, well, actually Sawyer worked on both of their homework assignments while Peter watched the movie on tv, his mom watching alongside him. Every now and then Lynda, his mother, would nudge him, signaling that he should be helping Sawyer, to which he would huff and then pretend to help Sawyer for a maximum of thirty seconds before reverting back to watching the movie. Although considering she was getting paid to do this, unbeknownst to Peter's mom, she didn't mind much. His mom began to flip through his sketchbook as he sipped his beer and, sitting next to him, Sawyer continued to busy herself with both his homework and her own.
"Well, as an artist, you could use a little development," Lynda teased causing Peter and Sawyer to snicker.
Lynda then came across a flyer for homecoming in his sketchbook.
"Homecoming, you two going?" Lynda asked.
"Nah, I am home," Peter said causing Sawyer to bite back a smile.
"Well, I am, he's not," Sawyer replied.
"You're going?" Peter asked her, a bit surprised that she was planning on attending.
"Yeah, Luke wants to go," She replied.
"So sicko missed school, but still somehow convinced your dad to let him go to the dance?" Peter teased.
"Nah, dad's gone on a work trip for the next six months, so all Luke's gotta do is sneak out past our eighty-year-old grandma who sleeps from the hours of seven at night to seven in the morning," Sawyer explained.
"Seems easy enough," Peter added jokingly.
"Flier says it's a costume dance, so what are you two dressing up as?" Lynda asked.
"We're gonna be Ashley and Sam Weir from the show Freaks and Geeks," Sawyer said.
"I'm guessing that was your decision," Peter said.
"Yeah, Luke wanted to be Aaron Carter and for me to be his twin sister Angel," Sawyer said, rolling her eyes at the thought.
"But you two aren't twins," Peter pointed out at the same time that Lynda asked, "Aaron Carter has a twin sister?"
"My thoughts exactly," Sawyer said referring to both of the comments made by the two Rumanceks.
"Speaking of dances," Peter said as he looked at the wall clock, "It's six, you might wanna get going."
Sawyer groaned in response before begrudgingly standing up and gathering her things. "Wish me luck," she said to the Rumanceks before departing.
"Nice meeting you," Lynda said as the young girl left.
"You too," Sawyer responded.
"See you at school on Monday," Sawyer said to Peter, flashing both the Rumanceks a genuine smile before departing.
Later that night, the Ruiterkamp siblings showed up at the dance, adorned in their seventies grunge and nerdy style costumes.
"You look nothing like Sam Weir, your hair's too done up and he would never leave his shirt untucked when wearing khakis, especially not at school let alone at a school dance; he always tucks his shirt in to his khakis," Sawyer told her brother, regretting letting him make last-minute wardrobe changes to his half of her costume of choice.
"Who cares? I look less nerdy like this. It's not like anybody's gonna get your reference anyways. I mean, the show was canceled for a reason, well two actually, one being that it sucked and two being that only like ten people watched it," Luke told her and Sawyer gasped in response.
"You take that back." She demanded which caused Luke to snicker.
"Whatever. How about we just try to enjoy ourselves tonight, is that cool with you?" Luke suggested to his older sister.
"Fine," Sawyer grumbled before following her younger brother out onto the dance floor, both teens making sure to put lots of distance between them as to not spark up those incest rumors again. How their peers had even gotten that idea was a mystery to them, they were just like any other set of siblings in this town, but little did they know that starting absurd, outrageous rumors based on nothing but the knowledge someone's name and face was what the teens of Hemlock Grove were known for, well along with being known for how gullible they are, hence why these outlandish rumors take off and are so commonly believed.
The two then danced for a bit, the whole time Sawyer wondered why in the hell the came in the first place seeing as they knew no one except for each other. After only a few minutes of dancing casually to the upbeat track, Sawyer had convinced Luke to let the two of them leave early, right as the song switched from the familiar upbeat one to a more ambient, techno track. Luke eventually agreed after some moments of hesitation, so the two siblings left. They got in Luke's car and Luke started it up just before they began to hear a chorus of screams and shouts. Upon hearing these cries of distress, the two noticed a herd of their peers pouring out of the school in a state of panic. They were concerned by this but decided to leave nonetheless, reasoning that the herd was probably running to get away from something which meant they should do the same and get the hell out of there.
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"Tell me you love Roman." He said coldly gently caressing her face in his hand as he closed in.
"I love Roman." She answered roboticly but it was enough for the Upir.
"See, now I'm not mad any more." He muttered as he brushed his lips gently against hers. He saw her. That's how he remembers it starting, his obsession with the girl.
Olivia was talking to him as she pulled away from school and he saw her. That's why he wont let her leave. That's why she stays locked in the house, why Peter can't come near her. Because she belong's to him, she always has. Since the day they met. At least that's what Roman tells himself while he compulses her each night so that she'll stay with him.
