#roman godfrey fanfic

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Hello, my love... so okay... yes... would you kindly do.... Prompt #176. “I’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are.” This prompt is for Roman Godfrey...

👉👈Thank you 👉👈

Imma go hide in a dark corner now...

Excited to finally write something for you that is tailored for you and not having you just appeal to my obsessions. I hope you like this.

𝑨 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘

Roman Godfrey x Fem!Reader

#176. “I’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are.”

◢ Genre: A touch of fluff, Kink, Smut ---- Suitable For Adults Only

◢ Warnings: PWP, dom!Roman, submissive!reader, exhibitionism, sort of window fetish, sort of public sex(?), some spanking, unprotected sex, p in v, sex from behind, hair pulling, biting, creampie, sexy time talk. slight praise kink, begging, mention of aftercare.

◢ Word Count: 2.6k

◢ A/N: Okay, so I have never written for Roman before, but I feel this will be pretty straightforward. I hope it hits all the right spots.

You have become accustom to how your relationship with Roman had grown. There was a sort of mutual understanding on how things are with him. He is in charge, and you had a 'place' to be in, for lack of better terms. In some small way you had control, but not in the normal sense of things; you had the control that a submissive in a bdsm relationship would have it.

This is your relationship with Roman. You are his submissive and he is your master. But when you are asked to strip down and stand in front of floor to ceiling windows, you hesitate slightly. Your eyes gaze to the window, watching as people walk past it. You would feel and be rather exposed to anyone who had possible wondering eyes.

After a moment though, and wanting to avoid correction, you slowly manage to strip down to nothing. Kicking your clothes to side, you look down at them like you had just lost your security blanket. Instinctually you want to cover yourself with your arms. It was natural for you to keep yourself covered, feeling rather unconfident, but you knew he would correct you. A part of you hated it.

Slowly you take in a deep breath through your nose, your fingers pressing into the palm of you hand. Roman was always one to push those boundaries with you. He like getting you to try something new, even if it made you a little scared or uncomfortable. He damn well knew this was going to make you uncomfortable. A part of him questioned if you would need to use your safe word. He hoped not.

Walking around you like an animal observing a cornered prey, he couldn't help but smirk slightly, a small chuckle escaping him. His finger reach over and the tips of them so gently graze your skin, moving from the side of your thigh and up around your body as he walked back around to stand in front of you. He fingers come to your nipple and he pinches and pulls at it slightly.

You tense a bit, feeling a small bit of pain. For a moment your lips push out and your brow furrows, almost as if you are pouting at him for doing that to you. At least he knows that he has your attention. You're focused and not zoned out, or withdrawing too much into yourself. This was going to be a big step for you.

“I’m going to fuck you against the windows, I want everyone to see how good you are.” He states, cutting straight to the point for the reason he had you here right now.

Your eyes go wide. "What?"

"I'm going to fuck you against the windows." He repeated, his tone slowing down slightly as he is allowing the sentence to sink into your brain for a moment. He licks at his lips as his hands reach up and he starts to take off his suit coat, laying it over the couch. He doesn't opt to take off his shirt, instead he loosens the tie and rolls up his sleeves to expose his forearms.

You could have used your safeword at that moment. You could have stopped him dead in his tracks and kept it from happening. The choice was right there and for a moment you considered it. But at the same time, there was something appealing about the idea. How many people would notice? How many people could stop to watch to see what was going on in the window.

Watching as Roman turned around and slid his hands into his pockets, watching you closely, you could feel as your heart started to pound in your chest. This wasn't how you were expecting your night to go. It was scary, but exciting. A small part of you remembered that you could stop this at any point if it became too much, and you mentally reminded yourself of that.

Letting your body relax, you looked at Roman with a small smile before you nodded your head, giving him that sort of consent that you were going to give it a shot. Roman smiles slightly, approaching you to cup your chin in his hand as he lifts your head to gaze up at him. He leans in and kisses you, pressing his lips roughly against yours before he spins you around to the window.

Gripping your arms, he brings your hands up to the window and presses your palms against it as he bends you over slightly. His hands move to your hips and he brings your hips out slightly, bringing you to that perfect level for him. His hand move gently over your lower back, grazing against your ass as he gently grips at your left cheek, his fingers pressing for a moment before brings his hand up and smacks it down against your flesh.

You tense and jump slightly. You had been expecting the motion, but it still had caught you off guard. This only caused your heart to pound in your chest a little more. Why did you have to face the window? Couldn't he have just lifted you up and pressed you against it? By his logic, sure, and maybe at some point he will. But this way people could see the faces you make as he presses his cock into the dewy folds between your legs. Bonus points if there happened to be an ex that walked by at that moment, but he doubt he would get that lucky.

A small chuckle escapes him as he steps back and takes a moment to observe you and the people that were already glancing into the window. This was going to be satisfying. His jaw clenches slightly, feeling himself starting to quickly stiffen in the restricting fabric of his pants. He starts to undo his belt, a sound that causes your ears to hyper-tune into it with clashing of the metal buckle. But he doesn't take it off, he simply starts to unbutton his pants, letting them drop just enough with his briefs to free his growing erect self.

Keeping his erect self in one hand, he reaches forward wit the other and bring his fingers to graze against your lower lips. Roman can feel the dampness spread as he presses his fingers into the folds slightly and runs them against your clit. This causes you to lift your hips slightly, a wave of excitement rushing over you with that feeling of anticipation and being nervous. It was a lot to feel at once and it caused goosebumps against your skin.

His finger press into your hole, as if he was preparing you to be ready for what would come right after them. He slowly pushes them deeply, reaching the full length of the fingers and starts to do a back and forth motion. You moan softly, your legs spreading a little bit as your juices start to coat them. Feeling satisfied with how wet you are becoming, Roman removes his fingers from you and positions himself behind you.

For a moment, your eyes glance up at the window and you can somewhat make out your reflections in it. Your lips part in a heavy breath as you watch, your vision going from his reflection and the people outside. A few stood by to watch, acting as though they were just leaning against something. Others simply shook their heads and walked on. This caused your heart to race further. Could you get in trouble for this? Technically speaking, yes.

Your toes curl slightly against the floor as you feel the head of Roman's cock pressing against your hole and then slowly sliding into you. He lets out a heavy groan, his hands quickly moving to your hips as he grips on and presses his entire length deeply into you. Your body grips at him, taking him deeply as your muscles felt around him slightly, almost as if to pull him in deeper.

Your slow moan and gasp for air felt louder than you intended, as if it bounced off the window in front of you and back at you. Your suck in your stomach a moment, feeling you body tense as his motions start in. First he moved slowly, bringing himself back to tip before he pressed his length into you again. He relished in the moment of how you felt around him. He was the reason you were tight. He was the reason you were wet. That is a satisfying feeling to him.

His hands travel against your body, moving from your hips up your side and resting against your ribs. For a moment his fingers dig into you, sending a little pain to mix with the feeling of pleasure, and that causes you to moan a little louder and press your hips back into his. When your ass met his somewhat open pants and flesh, he groaned, tensing slightly. You were letting that wall down, exploring something new, and he was eating it up.

Roman starts to pick up his pace as he grips at your ribs, allowing for just slightly quicker motions into your wet fold. He keeps himself buried a little more, no longer letting you feel the full length, but instead letting you feel the slightly faster, forceful nature of his hips. His breathing starts to pick up as he hears your moans and for a moment he leans forward slightly.

One hand reaches forward, gripping at your breast. He squeezes it in his hand as he presses his entire length into you, holding it for a moment as he allows his hand to fondle with your chest. His lips start to wonder against your shoulder-blade, kissing at your skin with a sense of passion. It hadn't been just a moment into hearing you moan more that Roman starts his motions again, pumping his hips into you.

"You feel so good." He mutters. "So wet. So tight. Are you my good girl?" He asks, while still leaning over slightly against your back.

You nod quickly, moaning and breathing heavily. You had forgotten what your hands were pressed against, the feeling of the glass more slick under your palms with sweat. He smirks against your skin slightly as he presses his teeth into your shoulder, biting at you a little, as his motions become more rough. Screaming out, your head drops a little more as your body tense out in both pain and pleasure.

Roman comes from the bite, lifting his lips and teeth off your shoulder-blade to see deeply purple markings and a faint bruise already starting to form. What's his, is his and he has no issues with marking his girl. Feeling pleased with himself, his cock twitches and hardens a little more inside you, which causes him to bring his hands back to your waist.

He started to give rougher, more forceful thrusts into you. Groaning and moaning loudly with you. The occasional fuck or oh god leaving someone's lips in a breathy moaned tone. The louder you became the rougher his motions started to get. Eventually, Roman's hands were in your hair and he was pulling on it. He pulled you back slightly, arching your back a bit, as his knees bent just enough to give himself a different angle.

He pressed himself into deeply, finding that right length to insert that would hit your sweet spot. He causes your legs to shake, trembling under you and you feel like your about to give way and lose your self of balance. He knew what that leg shaking meant, that tremble that ran through your body was something he had memorized. He learned how to work you, to help you achieve the finish that you craved from from.

"Good girl. My wonderful girl. Does that feel good?" He ask. "Y-yes Sir." You stammer, your fingers and palms red from how hard you were pressing them into the window. "Would you like to cum baby?" He coos at you, pressing his length in deeply as he says the word cum.

You moan and nod, hoping that he doesn't ask you to beg for it. But it was instinct, and before he could even say it, you were already begging for that sweet release.

"Please, can I cum? Please? I'm right there." You manage to get out between moans and heaving breaths. Roman looks amused, and rather proud of you.

"Ask me again." He mutters, almost growling as he's trying to contain his own moans for just a moment.

"Please. May I cum? Please let me cum." You insist. "Alright. Cum baby. Make a mess for me." He says, as both his hands go to grip at your sides.

You start to take some sort of small control as you rock your body back and forth a moment, starting to bounce yourself against Roman's length. He doesn't stop you and you cause his body to tense and the pressure to build more and more. "Oh fuck..." He manages to mutter. "Don't stop baby. Keep going. Keep going." He says, almost begging you. "You've got me right there baby."

You pick up the pace, feeling that release right on the edge there. And as he speaks, that begging and slightly needy tone coming from him, you find yourself trembling with a finish. Feeling like electricity was moving from head to toe, your body tenses and you start to have a heavy tremble work it's way through you. You cry out, moaning loudly as you keep yourself bouncing back and forth against him.

The feeling of your finish drove him. The way you tightened around him and moved against his length with desire and need, worked him to release that finish. He let go, his own legs trembling slightly as his fingers press into your skin. At first his head hung back in a moan before it drops down and he starts to give you short, hard thrusts, making sure to coat your insides with his seed.

For a moment, you both stood there, allowing yourselves to come down from the moment. He couldn't help but chuckle, feeling as you press back once more against him. Roman gives a small thwack at your ass and another grip at it for good measure, before he slowly pulls himself from you. It feels like you have lost your sense of legs, they shake under you with a heavy tremble and you wonder if you are even able to walk right now.

Roman smiles, helping you a moment as he turns you back to him and wraps his arms around your waist. His lips met yours and he kisses you deeply before pulling from it, allowing himself a moment to simply look at your features. This man adores you, with every fiber of his being.

"I'm proud of you." He comments. "Why?" You ask quietly, gazing up at him. "You didn't need to use your safe word. You went with it." He tells you honestly before he kisses you again. "How about we get you into a hot bath and I order some food?" He suggests, reaching up to touch the side of your face. You smile at him, feeling almost shy about being praised, but it felt good at the same time. Hearing that you have done good, that you have made him proud, it sort of drives you. It keeps you going. It gives you the motivation to care.

"A bath sound good." You state. It wasn't always easy to let someone take care of you, but right now, it felt right. It was going to be a good night and everything in your body told you that. Roman didn't hesitate, he takes your hand and helps you to the bathroom, making sure that you have fresh clothes and a big, clean, fluffy towel to dry off with. You are a good girl, and he was going to make sure you know it. After all, he's not the type of man to slack.

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summary: roman's obsession grows to extreme points.

warnings: dark! roman (lol as if he wasn't dark himself), horror themes, kidnap, obsession, stalking, i just listened to this song after YEARS and i got so many memories from roman fmv's with melanie martinez songs 😭 honestly so nostalgic. also i'm still writing the chapters for the collector series and the requests y'all send me, i'll write all of them, i'm really trying my best to write in all the small free moments i have!! but i promise it's gonna be all done babes 💕

There she was, again. My sweet girl. My reason to breathe. She was heading to school, still very early in the morning, the sky still looked a bit dark. It was winter, it felt like the most cold in months, years even.

She couldn't be real. It didn't looked real. I've never seen anything quite this beautiful, i didn't knew anything could ever look this beautiful. Didn't knew any human being could be so ethereal. Her gorgeous face covered by almost no makeup at all, i would guess she had mascara on, at the most. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose looked pink due to the weather. Her hair looked so beautiful, healthy, shiny... I would die for a touch. She looked so sweet, so cute with the warm clothes around her, her scarf giving a "out of a movie" look. Actually, with or without scarf, she naturally had that look. Something out of a fairytale, too good to be true.

I was watching from inside the car, she probably couldn't even tell there was a person in it since my windows are dark enough. My hands were shaking a bit, but not from cold.

I had to do this. Had to have her, needed to. There was no other option, i'd much rather die than live a life where she's not mine forever.

God, she would look so gorgeous covered in blood.

"Hey! Good morning, Y/n!" I smiled, when she pass near to my door. My heart was running out of rhytm, i thought i would faint at any second. I knew she would cry, i knew i would ruin her life, i knew all of this. I knew nothing would stop me, tho.

"Hi Roman!" she smiled brightly, making me melt inside. Such a doll. I want to see this smile till my last breath. She would grow to love me back at some point too, i know. Her scent filled the air and it got me intoxicated, god, she belonged to me.

"You're heading to school?"

"Yeah!"

"Wanna a cab?"

She stared at the other side of the street, wondering what she should answer. What a good girl.

"C'mon we go to the same school, it's on my way already" I winked, with the sweetest smile i could do.

"Ok." she agreed, with a shy smile. I almost passed out with excitment, opening the door for her.

"I have some candy, if you want"

"I'd love one!"

I grabbed some and gave it to her soft hands. I was so happy to know that i could touch her soft skin forever from now on.

Didn't took long for her head to fall into my shoulder. There you go. My sweet girl.

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A/N: So, it's been a while since I've written anything, but I've had this concept rattling around in my brain for a few years and figured there's no time like the present to jump back into writing and posting regularly. If you've been tagged in this it's because a couple of you expressed interest in a previous post of mine - you're not obligated to read it (obviously) but if you do, your feedback would be appreciated. As I said before, it's been a while since I've written anything, so keep in mind I'm a little rusty. Apologies if the first part is a bit bland, I'm mainly just setting up the world and the characters.

P.S: If you interacted with my last post but weren't tagged, its simply because Tumblr wouldn't let me tag you :(

Description: Searching for a fresh start in the small beach town of Hemlock Cove, a young nurse takes a job caring for the recently paralyzed and exceptionally bitter Roman Godfrey.

(This takes place after the events of Hemlock Grove season 3, except Roman did not die and was instead paralyzed after his altercation with Peter. I'm not going to touch on much of the Hemlock Grove storyline and will instead be focusing on making this a standalone story)

Pairing: Roman Godfrey x OFC

Warnings: None for this part, but will update as the story progresses.

P A R T I

Hemlock Cove was meant to be a fresh start, a new life in a quaint sea-side town seemed like the perfect remedy to an aching head and a bitter heart.

I naively hoped the saline sea air would cleanse my hidden wounds, disinfect them until the scars healed pink and became nothing more than memories wrapped in scar tissue.

However, as I stood at the edge of the beach watching the black waves roll violently beneath the murky clouds, pregnant with the promise of rain, nothing about the briny ocean breeze felt healing. The air felt thick, weighed down and tasted acrid on my tongue as I inhaled deeply. I swallowed against the offending taste and cleared my throat, willing away the nausea that had accompanied it, before turning my back on the mercurial sea.

Weeks prior when I had conjured up images of what I imagined my new home to look like, I'd expected something vastly different to the gloomy wasteland that greeted me now. A quick Google search had described Hemlock Cove as a small, sea-side town, its cobbled main road dotted with colorful ice cream shops, humble beachwear boutiques and charming vintage stores, however, as I quietly surveyed my surroundings, it was not quite the fairytale beach town I had been promised. As it stood, Hemlock Cove was merely a carcass of what it must have once been, a ghost town filtered in gray-scale with an underlying tone of despair on its breath. If the vibrant ice cream shops and vintage stores filled to the brim with the nick-knacks of yesteryear had ever existed, they were replaced now with drab, sun-faded replicas of their former selves, their contents barely visible behind foggy, glass storefronts. Looking at it now, it was a wonder how the town managed to stay afloat.

A low rumble of distant thunder suddenly pulled me from my thoughts, and I cast a wary look over my shoulder at the looming, gray clouds on the horizon.

Time to go. A storm was approaching and I had no intention of being caught in it.

With my mood as damp as the impending weather, I adjusted the strap of my duffel bag on my shoulder and began the trek up the cobbled street towards number eighty-one Foxglove Lane.

As I trudged up the hill towards my destination, the town of Hemlock Cove appeared to be seeking my forgiveness. As though ashamed of its first impression, the formerly dreary facade of the town below began to slowly give way to lush greenery and between the beach cottages and holiday homes, tufts of brightly colored wildflowers sprung up, their stems waving gently in the breeze. The distant crash of the ocean was muffled now, obscured by evergreens and the ocean itself was now only visible in gaps between the branches and leaves that lined the road. Further up the hill, the more modest cottages became few and far between, suddenly replaced by more modern, stately homes that looked like they'd be better suited to the upper suburb of neighboring Hemlock Grove, here they just looked out of place.

Stopping to stare at one particular monstrosity, my brow creased as I took in the frankly odd design choices. While most of the houses in Hemlock Cove opted for more classic earth-tones and rustic stone walls, this one was painted a deep shade of charcoal. Everything about it was a grotesque display of modern hubris, all harsh lines and sharp angles, not even the kiss of natural, black walnut finishes were enough to save the home from looking alien amongst its counterparts. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, chuckling at the thought of the field day a psychologist might have with the eyesore before me, but my chuckle was cut short as my eyes landed on the metallic, black numbers fixed to the wall beside the front door: eighty-one. Eighty-one Foxglove Lane to be exact, my new home for the foreseeable future.

When I'd first scoped out nursing jobs in Hemlock Cove, the owner of eighty-one Foxglove Lane was the only one that came up, and while details of his condition were vague at best, the job listing described the client as a 27-year-old male, who had been paralyzed six months prior. The position itself required someone with nursing experience, who could stay on the property and see to the client's needs, as well as handle day-to-day chores - a relatively simple task considering food and accommodation came tacked onto a relatively decent salary. However, other than what had been detailed in the job listing, I knew little to nothing about my client... other than his inclination to have his home scream of its own spectacular opulence.

As if only to impress on me the wealth of my new employer, a large, black Mercedes Benz minivan say at the end of the stone driveway, which I skirted around gingerly, careful not to mar the pristine paint job as I made my way towards the path leading to the front door.

Swallowing a new set of nerves that had made their home in my throat, I gripped the strap of my duffel with one hand and rapped succinctly on the door with my other hand, hoping my knock would sound more confident than I felt.

Silence followed for what felt like an eternity, there was no jingle of keys in the lock of shuffling from beyond the threshold, just the crash of waves beyond the tree line and the occasional chirp of a sandpiper. Just as I was considering knocking again, a voice from inside stopped me before I could even raise my hand.

"Come around the side. Sliding door's unlocked."

The voice was that of a young man, I assumed my client, but it was neither friendly nor welcoming, in fact "irritated" was the first word that sprung to mind, and the misanthropic timbre of his voice turned my stomach to knots in its wake.

Unsure of the appropriate response, I settled for a shaky "Uh, th-thank you!", as my eyes wandered up the side of the house, my irises mapping a mental path to where I assumed the sliding door might be. After only a short amount of bush-whacking my calculations turned out to be correct, as I emerged from the foliage and found myself at the foot of a small set of steps leading to a wooden deck that overlooked the beach.

The view from the deck was magnificent and the house stood no further than 50 feet from the beach itself. Standing on that deck overlooking the vast expanse of ocean, the water churning beneath the ever darkening sky, it was hard not to feel like Poseidon himself at the helm of his war ship.

I could have stood on that deck for hours watching the waves crash and churn, but I was hesitant to annoy my client any more than he already seemed to be, so I turned and made my way over to the sliding door, easing it open gently as I reached it.

The curtains were drawn across four of the six glass doors, leaving only a small gap for me to enter through, and as I did, I stepped through into what appeared to be an open-plan living room.

Although I could not fathom why anyone would be inclined to rob themselves of the spectacular view just beyond the glass doors, I couldn't deny the living room was cozy. A small banker's lamp in the corner of the room enveloped the stony, suede couches and raw wood furnishings in a warm, orange glow, giving the room a homely feel. Most modern homes felt cold and unlived-in, but not this one. After a five-hour-long bus journey and an uphill climb, my aching body longed to curl up amongst the scatter cushions and thick, woolen throws that adorned the couch, and fall into a sleep as deep as the murky waters of Hemlock Cove.

A soft, electrical whirring suddenly disturbed the silence of the living room, and I looked up just in time to see a figure appear in the doorway to my right.

Despite the half-light cast from the lamp in the living room, the man in the doorway was somewhat visible to me. In fact, the shadows cast by the small banker's lamp only aided in highlighting his perfectly straight nose and high cheekbones. His thick, brown hair had been pushed back from his brow in a way that looked effortless, as though he'd haphazardly run his hands through it, only for it to settle perfectly. I'd have dared to call him handsome were it not for the look of absolute disdain on his face as he regarded me.

I shuffled uncomfortably before speaking.

"Uh- hi, I'm Faryn Freeman, we-"

"I know who you are," he cut in harshly.

His wheelchair whirred to life again and he backed out of the doorway, leaving me alone in the living room once more.

I guess he wanted me to follow him, so I did just that. Weaving between the couch and the coffee table, I cut across the lounge and towards the room he had disappeared into.

When I stepped inside, I realized we were in what appeared to be his study, and my client was now sitting behind a large, ornate desk, pouring over a pile of official looking papers, a thick silver pen clutched between his slender fingers.

I lingered awkwardly in the threshold, the strap of my duffel bag growing teeth and biting into my shoulder, as I waited for him to acknowledge me. When he finally did, he didn't bother to look up, his long dark lashes fluttered only slightly as he jerked his pen towards a manila folder perched on the corner of his desk.

"Everything you need to know is in the file, your room is upstairs to the left," he remarked clinically, as he scribbled something indiscernable in the margins of the document in front of him.

I charged forward to retrieve the folder, stumbling slightly as my foot caught the upturned corner of the Persian rug. I cursed myself internally, embarrassed by my behavior. I was no longer the shrinking violet I had been growing up, and even in college, I was a professional, a nurse, over-qualified for the job I'd just undertaken, with years of experience working with men who thought they new more than I did, so why in God's name was I allowing this man and his bad attitude to throw me like this?

The feminist in me begged to put him in his place, but more than that I wanted to be done with this awkward interaction and retreat to my quarters where I could unpack and decompress. A lot had happened in a short space of time and I needed a moment to process it all, so if my new boss had no intention of getting acquainted, then I was more than happy to take the high road and seize a few moments of alone time.

"Well, thanks for this," I smiled politely, pressing the manila folder to my chest, "I'll make sure to familiarize myself with all of this," I assured him, giving the folder an emphatic tap with my index finger.

Again, he didn't look up, it was as if I hadn't spoken, and for a moment, I wondered if he had even heard me. Pursing my lips, I began to slowly back out of the room.

"Okay... well, I'll just head upstairs then," I explained, a little louder this time in case he was hard of hearing, "If you need anything-"

"I'll call," he interrupted, punctuating his statement with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Resisting the urge to bolt from the room, away from my new housemate and the dour energy that hung over him like a storm cloud, I turned fully and exited the study at a leisurely pace until I was out of his line of sight.

The stairs were directly to the right of the study and I took them two at a time, my duffel swinging precariously behind me until I reached the landing.

Unlike the lower level of the house the second floor was lighter, the walls were painted a soft, dove gray and the floor was covered in plush, cream carpeting. Despite the gloomy weather brewing outside, a large skylight above my head illuminated the landing giving it an airy feel that wasn't present downstairs.

I drew what felt like the first real breath of air I'd taken in hours and my lungs filled with the scent of wood polish and carpet shampoo.

At the top of the landing to my right was a dark, wooden door and directly across from where I stood was a small, guest bathroom and from there the hallway snaked to the left. Surely my bedroom was down there.

As I walked, I noticed there were no photos on the walls, no family portraits to liven up the stark landing, only grim, moody artwork. A large floor-to-ceiling oil painting of a snake arched in an almost perfect sphere, its mouth agape as though readying itself to consume its own tail, sat opposite the only other door on the landing: my bedroom.

I shivered involuntarily, my lip curled in distaste and turned away from the offending art piece, opening the door to my bedroom.

Upon stepping inside, I was pleased to see that my client's peculiar art choices did not extend to his guest bedroom. The walls were blank aside from a large mirror, and the room itself consisted of a vanity, a double bed and a sage green armchair in the corner of the room. Ultimately, the room seemed as though it had never been touched.

Grateful to be rid of my luggage, I unceremoniously dumped my duffel at the foot of the bed and flopped down atop the covers, the manila folder still clutched to my chest. Now that I had a few moments to myself, I figured it was about time I found out a little more about my client.

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[cadavercowboy]

𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙶𝚘𝚍𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚢 (𝙷𝚎𝚖𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎)

✦ Bad Medicine* (Reader Insert) [Doctor AU] — Your new doctor makes sure to perform a thorough examination. — One-Shot

✦ He’s Got A God(frey) Complex* (Reader Insert) — Working undercover is all fun and games until your boss discovers your betrayal. — One-Shot

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[storiesforallfandoms]

i don’t ever wanna see you with him ~ roman godfrey;hemlock grove

word count: 2551

request?: no

description: after he gets jealous of her best male friend, she decides to put him in his place

pairing: roman godfrey x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

Roman Godfrey was spoiled and entitled. Everyone in Hemlock Grove knew that. He was the heir to the massive empire in their small town, so it wasn’t a surprise that he had a sense of entitlement. That entitlement tended to extend to his romantic relationships, too. Roman was often very possessive and jealous over his girlfriends. Most of them liked that, most of them viewed it as hot and endearing.

(Y/N) was not one of those girls.

She and Roman had met through (Y/N)’s best friend, Peter. He was enamored with her the minute he laid his eyes on her, and, secretly, (Y/N) had felt the same way. Not that she would ever tell him that. She had been warned about Roman before she met him. She wasn’t about to give into him so easily; she made him work for it - for her. And he really did put in the work until (Y/N) trusted his commitment to her and agreed to date him.

There was one issue about Roman, though, and that was his jealousy towards (Y/N) and Peter’s friendship. He thought he kept it lowkey, but both Peter and (Y/N) knew. They both knew Roman better than he thought they did. They could see when his eyes darkened whenever he looked at them. They could see his jaw tighten whenever (Y/N) laughed at something Peter said. They could see the way Roman always needed to be touching (Y/N) whenever the three of them were hanging out.

It wasn’t that Roman didn’t like Peter. When it was just the two of them, they were the best of friends. It was Peter with (Y/N) that Roman didn’t like. And that was what pissed (Y/N) off. Peter had been her friend long before he was Roman’s, and long before Roman and (Y/N) started dating. And that’s all they were - friends. There had never been any sort of romantic feelings between them, and there never would be.

That’s why (Y/N) was walking up to Peter’s trailer on her own on a sunny afternoon. He was laying in a hammock, his eyes closed as he soaked up the sun. Upon hearing her footsteps, he opened one eye and peered over at her.

“Where’s your shadow?” he asked.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “He’s not that attached to me.”

“He may as well be a wart on your ass, (Y/N). Especially when it comes to me.”

“He’s certainly a pain in my ass,” (Y/N) muttered. “Move over, I want some hammock.”

Peter chuckled and shuffled over slightly. (Y/N) got into the hammock, laying with her feet towards Peter’s head and her head towards his feet. The hammock swayed with the motions before it settled again.

“He doesn’t know I’m here,” (Y/N) said as her body relaxed into the swaying fabric.

“What?” Peter asked.

“Roman. I didn’t tell him I was coming.”

“Is that healthy? Like, for your relationship.”

“I didn’t lie to him or anything. He’s busy with some family shit, so I haven’t even heard from him yet today. If he were to ask, I’d tell him I’m here.”

“And then he’d show up and kick my ass.”

(Y/N) sighed and rested her head back against the hammock. “Do you think he’ll ever stop being so...”

“So Roman?” Peter finished. (Y/N) nodded. “It’s hard to tell. His entire life he’s been surrounded by enablers, or he’s been under the control of his insane mother. I think we’re the first people to treat him like an actual person and not like he owns the world. So either we could help him, or he’ll annoy us both to a point where we can’t deal with him anymore.”

The latter option was what worried (Y/N) the most. She loved Roman, other than his jealousy he was an amazing boyfriend who loved and cared for her so deeply. She didn’t want to lose him, but she knew Peter had a point about if Roman couldn’t control that jealousy. She couldn’t live the rest of her life wondering how Roman was going to react to every guy she interacted with, whether it was friends, co-workers, or just random guys she ran into on the street. And she definitely was not going to be made to choose between Roman and Peter when she had known and been friends with Peter the longest.

She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. Peter knew what she was thinking. It wasn’t the first time they had this conversation.

They fell into a comfortable silence. There really didn’t need to be any conversation. This was the first time in quite some time that the two were able to spend time together and actually enjoy it. So that’s what they were doing: enjoying their time.

The enjoyment didn’t last too long, though, as they heard a car pulling up in front of Peter’s place. Peter’s mom’s car was already in the driveway, so there was only one person it could be. That suspicion was confirmed by a car door slamming and Peter rolling his eyes when he saw whoever it was approaching. (Y/N) huffed out a sigh as she prepared herself for the argument that was undoubtably coming.

“You two look comfy,” Roman commented.

“We are,” Peter responded. “Wanna join? you can lay across us.”

Roman glared at him before turning to (Y/N). “I was trying to call you. Why haven’t you been answering your phone?”

She looked down at her purse where her phone was, which she had left on the ground when she climbed into the hammock. She gestured to it. “It’s too far away for me to reach. And my phone is on vibrate, as it always is, and you know that.”

His jaw clenched. (Y/N) felt her frustration reaching its peak.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming here?” Roman asked.

“Well, for one, you haven’t responded to my texts at all today, so it’s not like I’ve even been talking to you today,” (Y/N) retorted. “And two, you don’t own me, Roman. I’m not required to tell you every single thing I’m doing or where I’m going.”

“You do if you’re hanging out with other guys by yourself.”

(Y/N) swung her legs over the side of the hammock and stood up so quickly that Peter nearly flipped out of it. She approached Roman with such ferocity that Roman took a step back before she reached him.

“Let me tell you one thing, Roman Godfrey: I’m done with this jealousy bullshit. I am not your property, I am your girlfriend. You do not control where I go or who I’m friends with. Especially when the person in question is my best friend who I’ve known way before I met you. This dark, entitled rich boy bullshit might work on other girls in this town, but it’s not working on me. If you want someone to put up with that, then you may as well find someone else to be your girlfriend, cause I can’t do this anymore.”

She picked up her purse and put it over her shoulder.

“Where are you going?” Roman asked as she started walking away.

“Anywhere that’s away from you!” she hissed. Over her shoulder she added, “I’ll talk to you later, Peter.”

~~~~~~

(Y/N) was home by herself that night. Her parents had gone out to some kind of function, and had asked if she wanted to tag along, but she told them to go on without her. She felt like she needed some time alone to come to terms with what had happened that day.

Peter had texted her asking if she was okay, but she hadn’t responded. She wasn’t upset with him by any means, as he didn’t even do anything wrong, but she just felt like she didn’t want to talk just yet. When she did respond, it was going to be to tell him she wanted to forget everything that had happened that day and to move on as if everything was normal, minus the fact that she and Roman were no longer together.

Roman hadn’t texted or called at all. She wasn’t sure if it hurt more that he hadn’t, or if it had hurt less.

She was sat in the living room, half paying attention to some movie that was playing on TV, when a knock came at the door. The sudden sound startled (Y/N). She wasn’t expecting anyone, and she knew her parents weren’t either as they weren’t even home. She figured it might be a door to door salesman, or someone trying to talk to her about the Lord, although it seemed too late at night for any of that. Either way, she stood from the couch and went to answer the door.

Standing there, leaning against her doorway, was Roman Godfrey.

“What are you doing here?” she asked him.

“Can I come in?” he asked in return.

“Not until you answer my question.”

“I came to talk to you.”

“You have a phone, which I know you know how to use because you were blowing mine up before you came to attack me and Peter.”

“I wanted to come talk to you in person. You’d be more likely to answer the door if you didn’t know I was coming than to answer your phone if you knew it was me calling.”

Okay, he has a point.

(Y/N) reluctantly stepped aside and gestured for Roman to come in. She closed the door behind him and led him towards the living room. She had been sat with all the lights off before Roman knocked and hadn’t realized just how dark the room had become. She switched on a small table lamp and muted the movie before sitting back in her spot on the couch.

“Your parents aren’t home?” Roman asked.

“No, they’re gone to some gala for dad’s work,” she responded. “Don’t get any funny ideas. We’re not together anymore, remember?”

Roman winced, as if her words had physically harmed him. “Yeah, I know. That’s what I came to talk about.”

He sat down next to her on the couch, but left a respectable distance between them. She appreciated that it seemed like he wasn’t trying to be too pushy towards her or anything, at least not yet.

“Go on then,” she said, waving her hand at him. “Start talking. What was so important that you had to come down from your castle to speak to the commoner?”

Roman scowled at her. “You know you’re not a commoner.”

“Compared to you and your wealth I am. But that’s not the conversation we’re having right now. Whatever it is you wanted to say, say it, and then I’ll decide whether or not I want you to leave immediately.”

Roman sighed and ran his hands through his hair. (Y/N) quickly glanced at the dark brown strands that were between his fingers. His hair was always incredibly soft. (Y/N) always loved to run her hands through his hair and seized every opportunity to do so. She had to look away just as quickly and shove down those painful memories. She couldn’t let herself break and go back to him just because of something so trivial.

“I’m sorry.”

The words shocked (Y/N) so much that she almost physically jumped when he said them. They were words she had very rarely ever heard said with such sincerity coming from Roman’s mouth. She had heard it in sarcastic mutters under his breath whenever his mother chastised him for something stupid, or said to defuse a situation that was getting a little too heated, but this wasn’t in either of those ways. This time, he actually meant it.

“Can you say that again?” (Y/N) asked.

Roman chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I said I’m sorry.”

“One more time.”

“(Y/N), I do have more to say.”

“Yeah, but this is what I want to hear.”

Roman shook his head at her, a smile threatening to break out across his face. “Look, what you said earlier, at Peter’s, you were right. You are my girlfriend, not my property. I shouldn’t have been so possessive and attempting to control your friendship with Peter. I just...every time you two are together, I’m reminded about the fact that you and Peter are close, and that you’ve been close for a very long time. I know that Peter isn’t as much of a prick as I am, some would say he’s an actual nice guy I guess. I know there’s nothing between the two of you, but there’s always been this fear in the back of my mind that maybe...maybe that could change. That you would want Peter more than you want me.”

There was hurt in his big green eyes. His confession surprised her because Roman always seemed so confident in himself. It was one of the first things she had ever heard about him, about how cocky he was.

“Why did you never tell me before?” she asked.

Roman shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t want to seem like a crazy, possessive boyfriend. I didn’t realize I had already been acting like that. I actually thought I was hiding it well.”

“Yeah, because showing up to Peter’s place because I didn’t answer my phone is totally not a crazy, jealous boyfriend move.”

He chuckled. “Okay, touché. That was not one of my better moments.”

“None of how you were acting was one of your better moments,” (Y/N) said. “I would’ve much preferred you to have told me how you were feeling instead of bottling them up and allowing yourself to treat your best friend like garbage whenever we were hanging out.”

Roman cringed. “I did treat Peter pretty terribly, didn’t I? God, he probably hates me.”

“You’re definitely not his favorite person right now, but I’m sure you can get back in his good graces by acting like an actual person and not like a jealous piece of shit.”

“What about your good graces?”

(Y/N) thought to herself for a moment. He had come to apologize in person. He knew the way he had acted was wrong, he actually apologized for it, and it seemed like he was willing to make a change. That’s what she wanted, wasn’t it? For him to work on the jealousy and actually change it.

“I think you can get back there,” she said. “You’ll just have to work for it again.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes.”

(Y/N) smiled. She moved closer towards him and unmuted the movie. “You can start by cuddling me and finishing this bullshit movie with me.”

He smiled back at her and put his arm around her shoulder. “I can do that. But why are we finishing the movie if it’s bullshit?”

“Because I’m invested in the bullshit.”

Roman chuckled and pulled (Y/N) towards him. She rested her head against his shoulder and he put his head on hers. He tested the waters by placing a kiss on the top of her head. (Y/N) didn’t argue. Instead, she turned her head to kiss his cheek before settling against him again.

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[teeramoonlover]

Am I the only one that everytime I read fanfic, I'll imagine the female reader to be a certain person (actress) based on my preference and pov, so here's

𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 '𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬', 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬

SCREAM 1996

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Y/N: Krysten Ritter

HOUSE OF WAX

Bo Sinclair

Y/N: Alexis Bledel

HEMLOCK GROVE

Roman Godfrey

Y/N: Kristine Froseth

GOTHAM

Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska

Y/N: Anya Taylor-Joy and Taissa Farmiga

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[authorred]

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

Preface: We all know Olivia Godfrey only cares about herself and her legacy. Any threat to that is a threat to her. You, the person whom Roman loves, is a threat. So, she opts to get rid of you. Little does she and Roman know, you have your own secret.

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, general angst, cursing, reader isn't a baby bottom bitch in this, Roman having a breakdown, crying, some dark gifs to appeal to the edgy readers, etc..

Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here Part 5 here

You knew the moment Olivia walked into the room you were in, alone, that she was going to try something. What that 'thing' was, you didn't know. A dig at your integrity, your intelligence, your lineage; who knows. That's how it always was between you two. Underneath the superficial layer of flowery words of flattery lied malice beyond human comprehension. You could tell from the instance you met her she didn't like you. Why? You were involved with Roman. In fact, he loved you. He loved you more than he feared her. She didn't like that.

So, when you were basically cornered by the predictably unpredictable woman in the Godfrey estate, you knew some shit was going to go down. She was a beautiful woman. It was a shame she was so ugly on the inside.

"Mrs. Godfrey," you greeted with a slight incline of your head. "Is there something you need?"

"Yes, actually." She came to stand in the middle of the parlor room, heels clicking against the polished wooden flooring. "Roman is out currently, and Shelley is resting right now. I would absolutely love it if you would join me on a walk."

You slowly stood up from the comfy chair with a wary gaze. "Through the estate? Or over a bridge?"

"That depends on whether I feel up to dragging you that far away from the house." She gave a tight smile before turning. "Still, I would love to get to know the girl my son seems to be so attached to."

You nodded. "Alright. If you insist." You pulled out your phone and sent a quick text to Roman, who was out meandering with Peter due to some dreams they had about the Vargulf.

'Your mother wants to take a walk with me. I don't like the way she's holding herself. I love you.'

Your message was delivered--and Roman normally texted back moderately quickly. However, this was the one time where he wouldn't be able to see your message in time.

You pocketed your phone and smiled at Olivia, who gave you one of her own. It was pleasant--her teeth straight and white--but the feeling she gave off greatly contradicted it.

The day was beautiful. A calm, autumn day. A crisp 60 degrees with a cool breeze. The fallen leaves crunched under your feet, varying shades of red, orange, and yellow. Olivia has not spoken to you once the entire time, and you weren't quick to start a conversation either. Roman still hadn't responded to you--nor had he actually read it. That was fine. You understood what he was doing was important. You could handle yourself. Probably. Maybe. You hoped.

"How well do you think you know my son?" She suddenly spoke, hands placed delicately in her trench coat pockets.

"Hm," you hummed. "I would like to think I know him well enough. Maybe not the best, but I know him better than my other friends."

"Is that so?" She murmured. "Do you think he loves you?"

You shrugged. "I don't think I have a right to speak on his feelings. Especially regarding me. It seems egotistical."

"You know, Y/n, Roman is a brilliant boy. He is my son, my flesh and blood."

"I'm aware of how basic biology works, yes. He very much looks like your son." You nodded. You may not have been as sharp as her, but with the wit you did have, you would use it at every chance.

"And as his mother, it's my job to make sure nothing gets in the way of his bright future."

You slowed your walking. "Do you think I'm a hindrance, Mrs. Godfrey?"

She matched your slowed pace and looked over her shoulder at you. "Well, I don't believe you to be a benefit. You're a distraction. Surely, you understand where I'm coming from. I just want what's best for him."

"And you don't think I'm one of those things that are 'best' for him?"

Olivia chuckled lowly, playing around with her leather gloves. "I believe that you will lead him astray from the path I've laid for him. That's all. It's nothing personal, truly Y/n. You're a lovely girl, I'm sure. When you're away from Roman."

You nodded slowly, sucking your teeth. "It feels personal." You looked around your surroundings. You were at the back of the estate's yard--the house itself was a good distance away. "Are we finishing our walk here, Mrs. Godfrey?" You asked, tilting your head. You gazed at her eyes with calm intent.

"You're truly not scared?" She asked, slowly removing her gloves. She no longer cared whether you knew or not. You would be the only one to, at least. Aside from her, but she's very good at keeping secrets.

You smiled lightly and stared at her hands. "I've come across scarier things than a narcissistic Upir."

Her lips twitched into a frown. "Then I suppose it's good that that'll be the last thing you come across."

~ Roman fell against the wall, entire body collapsing into itself. Peter didn't catch him in time, but he did attempt to keep Roman's body from crashing to the floor. A violent sob racked through the said man's body, face screwing up in pure agony.

"Roman? Hey--it's okay, buddy. It's okay," Peter soothed, not minding his best friend clinging to him currently. "I know. It's okay."

By the time Roman had read your text, you were already dead in a ditch somewhere; disembowled and dismembered. You were found there a few days later after your walk with Olivia. According to her, you went off on a walk after an unpleasant conversation with Olivia, to which she stayed behind in the house because of Shelly. There were no witnesses and no evidence left at the crime scene enough to create a concrete suspect list.

Olivia was the one who broke the news to Roman of your 'absence'. At first, he just thought you needed space from her--which was understandable. His mother was extremely suffocating, and if you're not used to her, it can quite literally kill you. Unfortunately for you, it did.

As expected, he took it poorly, and Peter had to give all of his energy to keep Roman from lashing out and hurting himself or hurting Olivia (no matter how much they both disliked her). Of course, it pained the older woman to see her son in pain (but let's be honest, she didn't care about the reason), so all she could do was swear to him that they'd find the person responsible for your murder.

Peter couldn't be with him 24/7, and the two boys still had school to deal with as well. Anger coursed through him 24/7, a thin film that kept the grief at bay. Peter knew what was going on, and Letha as well, as Peter had told her. Anyone else who had the misfortune of crossing Roman during that time was left in the middle of a whirlwind of anger and hurt.

"Roman," Peter called softly. "We both know Y/n didn't. . . just randomly die, right?"

Roman puffed out a cloud of cigarette smoke--the fourth one he's smoked that morning alone. He nodded solemnly, expression already screwing up. "No way," he chuckled bitterly. "That woman could punch anyone's lights out." He paused for a brief moment.

"Shit," he cursed, voice breaking and stumbling over itself. "I didn't even answer her text."

Peter nodded slowly, reaching over to pat Roman on the shoulder comfortingly. "It's not your fault. Y/n would've understood. She knew how important this was. It's not your fault." When Roman looked over to his friend, Peter just gazed steadily at him. "We got this, buddy. We'll find the person. And when we do, we'll kill them."

Roman nodded in agreement, sniffing. Both of them knew this wasn't something to come back from easily. If anyone knew Roman past the fuckboy, hard-ass image, they'd know he wouldn't move on--that nothing would, or could, replace the spot you took in his life and heart.

Dirt and mud were peeled away like a sheet of ice, uncovering the freshly dug hole in the ground. Flesh was spiked with shredded wood splinters and blood soaked through the pure white shirt. A hand came up through the ground to claw at the surrounding solid dirt. With a hefty, polyphonic grunt, you pulled yourself out of your shallow grave. With eyes blazing an angry red and a voice like a demonic choir, you uttered one single sentence,

"I'm going to fucking kill that bitch."

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[creator-of-stories]

~ Surprise ~

Reader x Roman Godfrey

AU Hemlock Grove

Small Drabble

Trigger warning ; bad language.

Summary - After befriending Roman’s sister, Shelley, you decide to give her frequent visits, despite the fact that you also had a small crush on Godfrey, but whilst you enjoyed their company so much, you didn't know at all what was coming your way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ x ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You always felt like a burden when visiting Godfrey's home, and yet the only ever reason you visited really was for Shelley. To comfort her, be her balm and her friend. Amongst the painful regret of liking Roman Godfrey - He was insufferable, pig headed to be around, especially when he would come home from work and throw out all of his stress by acting so fucking bitter, along with opening a brand new bottle of wine to intoxicate himself and flood thoughts of the day away.

This wasn't all the time - most days were good, but it was the days where thing's didn't go according to plan that you would leave and go home, or simply hide within one of Roman's luxurious bedrooms.

You didn't even know why you were so damn scared - Maybe it was his intimidating demeanour, his looming six foot three height, his predatory eyes that would absorb you all every time you glanced over his way whilst being with his sister, the laughs you let slip with her had always fixated his attention... to you.

Shelley had been a saviour, to not only everyone, but yourself - The anxieties would flow away when being around her, and throughout the months that passed, she had become better at her speech, at conversing with people and damn right saying exactly what she wanted, in which you always praised and motivated her for it. She moved in with Roman and had invited you round most weekends, until this night had become...somewhat special.

"There you go!" You beamed, hands finally finishing the braid you made in Shelley's raven hair, the reaction she reciprocated you with, was priceless. And her she had taken a moment to process as she had admired her hair in the mirror.

"Thankyou Y/N" She spoke, meekly, cotton wrapped hands slowly stroking at the beautiful style you had made. Watching her eyes sparkle that reflected the dim lit lamp upon her bedside table. "Let's show Roman" Her excitement always had gotten the better of her, yet you knew Godfrey would always show kindness, patience and sentiment towards his sister, so this was probably an okay time.

Making way down the marbled stairs, You didn't know if the Upir had crawled into bed, or if he was still lingering with a beverage within the open kitchen, to Shelley's luck, he was exactly doing the latter.

"Roman!! Look what Y/N did" She exclaimed, twirling around with a euphoric smile that had plastered her soft features.

Godfrey had let out a small chuckle upon her introduction, and her excitement, admiring her hair before letting his slender hand gently stroke up at her arm "It's great Shell" He replied, taking in the way she had been so happy around you both. His eyes trailed from her hair, to now you - The smile still had remained though, which was better than the calculating ones.

"Thanks for doing all this" He muttered, hoping to make this moment seem intimate between you and him. "-Thing's have been rough with work and I get that I can be a pain in the balls to come home to and shit" He added, inhaling deeply before he motioned to Shelley.

"But seeing Shell this happy, makes me feel ten times fucking better. It's made a huge change having you in her life and all" His words seemed to make your expression softened, as though instead of treading on egg shells, you were resting upon feathers. It felt nice...

"Thanks Roman. It means a lot. And I hope you know it makes me all the more happy to keep her this way, to bring sunshine on the bad days, and on the good" You replied, not knowing what to say but the truth, you were too oblivious from sharing Shelley's excitement that you only just felt the heat flush to your cheeks, but before you realised you were gawking for far too long, you cleared your throat and simply reached to stroke Shelley on her arm.

"Hey shell? I've...got to go now. I'll visit again same time next weekend, or if it's okay with Roman? Tomorrow?" You asked, though you felt like you should of bit your tongue with that last bit. But his features didn't change, didn't drop or grimace, he simply nodded and folded his arms - That calculating stare was thrown in your direction again.

"Probably don't even have to do that" Came his reply, in which Shelley seemed just as confused as you.

"Sorry?" You canted your head at him.

"If it's alright with you, and by the looks of things, it's definitely okay with me and Shell, but you can go and pick a room..." Roman added, his sincerity was still in his voice but you didn't know if you were on the right track. Shelley gasped and held in more of her happiness, cheeks flushing the same colour as yours.

"Sleep over? I mean...Sure. It would be amazing. Only if I didn't impose and all on you Godfrey" You slightly teased him towards the end, but a small laugh that escaped your lips, something still didn't seem right within his expression.

He looked somewhat, amused.

"Not a sleepover no. I mean you can fucking live here. Pick a spare room, it's yours." He stated, wavering his hand and indicating to the rooms located upstairs, above him.

"Got way too many of them anyway" The smile that had spread across his sister's face couldn't of gotten any wider, it's like she was about to explode, as for you? You had to surely take a few days to process it all.

"It would be good company for Shell. And for me, I guess..."

That's when you knew. That not only Roman Godfrey could share some of his heart, but also throw the best surprise ever.

#Reader x Roman Godfrey #Hemlock Grove #Drabble #Fanfic #hemlock grove AU #Hemlock grove fic #bill skarsgard #{ Hope you enjoyed it. Be sure to give me some requests or just sit back and enjoy}

[peachyteabuck]

eternally upset i watched hemlock grove and therefore ruined ouroboros imagery for myself. the image of a snake eating its own tail thereby dooming itself fucks SO hard, but unfortunately i cannot see it without thinking of bill skarsgard going “it’s a shame you’re my sister because that was some sweet pussy” in his shitty pennsylvanian accent 

#that show is such a fucking nightmare #when bill skarsgard got his min-tumblr boy status bc of it 2 #and i saw some fanfic of his character #and i literally just *knew* they hadn't seen the show #and i don't mean that in a purity sense #i mean that in the way they were not talking about key plot points #including but not limited to: #roman godfrey fucking his sister TWICE #once not knowing they were related #but once after finding out #Lukis says things

[signify-nothing]

I feel like I followed you because of a fic you wrote

Huh. Any fanfic I have ever written has stayed between me & god, with the singular exception of a long deleted oneshot about Roman Godfrey getting a wolf tattoo. But we pretend that didn't happen. It would honestly be wild to me if anyone remembered that or chose to follow me for it.

#followers #fanfic #fanfiction #hemlock grove #roman godfrey #i mean technically all my novels are roman godfrey fanfic but it's a secret

[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

#roman godfrey #roman godfrey x you #roman godfrey x y/n #roman x reader #roman godfrey x reader #bill skarsgard x you #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard #roman godfrey fanfic #hemlock grove #bill skarsgård #roman godfrey imagine #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgård x reader

[bill-skarsgalactic]

so, I know the fandom's on the quieter side these days, but I'm working on a little roman godfrey fic... show of hands, who'd like to see it once it's done?

Edit: first part is up on my page now, it's called Tempest.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård #hemlock grove #roman godfrey #bill skarsgard fanfic #bill skarsgård fanfiction #roman godfrey fanfiction

[bonniebird]

Roman Godfrey x Reader  

Requested by Anon

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Request: Anonymous asked: Hi I don’t know if you write about Hemlock Grove anymore but I was wondering if you could do headcannons/fanfic of Roman Godfrey X reader but the reader is a wheelchair user? It’s ok if you can’t or don’t want to

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Roman most likely met you at an event for work. He would have been polite but not overly interested, he does hate events after all.

After bumping into you a few times he would have asked you outright about your wheelchair. Limitations, difficulties and, if he thought you had a good sense of humour, he would have absolutely asked a few sex questions.

Roman would have all the buildings he owned made wheelchair accessible. It wouldn’t be something that he thought of before dating you but now that he is, he has realised that none of his buildings have accessibility. Not even White Tower.

At first, Roman is very bad at picking out places for your dates, however, as your relationship goes on the two of you work together to find great accessible places to hang out.

The first date Roman takes you on is at a busy, crowded nightclub, it’s where he would normally take a date. After that, he begins to be more conscious of if a place is suitable.

You have a sneaking suspicion that Roman may be using his millions to buy out places you want to visit and having accessible furniture and equipment installed so that you can visit but he won't admit it.

Roman is very much a “throw enough money at the problem it’ll go away” kind of person so there isn’t any issue with cost. If your wheelchair broke, you needed a car that fit your wheelchair or anything similar he had it covered even if you hadn’t asked him to.

The one thing he would not be willing to move on is White Tower and Dr Pryce. Any time you were at White Tower or saw Dr Pryce he would offer all sorts of medical supplies, surgeries etc. Roman will always react badly if you mention him.

It will take a lot for Roman to admit he doesn’t like Pryce, he doesn’t like the things he does and he’s only acquaintances with him out of necessity. He would warn you to stay away from Pryce and hint at the experiments that Pryce has offered him on your behalf, none of them ever sound ethical.

If the relationship develops further Roman will introduce you to Shelly, maybe even taking you to the family dinners he has with her.

He will at all costs keep you away from his mother and if she has anything negative to say about you, he will take your side and have her removed or leave regardless of if you are with him or not.

Roman tags:

@gillybear17

@ravennoore14

@the-caravello-post

@killing-gremlin

@aegonandaemondtargaryenslut18

@lchufflepuffcorn

@savagemickey03

@kaitieskidmore1

#roman godfrey #roman godfrey x reader #bonniebird

[cchickki]

My Fanfic Masterlist

My fanfics through the years from both ao3 and fanfiction.net

thinking about opening requests for some one shots soon! i also have more ideas for some shorter fics, but i want to try and catch up on what i'm already working on first

complete - story is finished

in progress - story is among my wips/currently being worked on

incomplete - not sure if i'll ever finish this story

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Thank you all for the support <3

Spiderverse / Marvel

Tomorrow Never Came - Miguel O'Hara x fem reader ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 15/? | rating: M | status: in progress Say Yes to Heaven, Say Yes To Me - Miguel O'Hara x fem reader ao3 | tumblr | chapters: 1/1 | rating: M | status: complete Surprise! - Miguel O'Hara x fem reader ao3 | tumblr | chapters: 2/2 | rating: G | status: complete

HBO War / Band of Brothers

A Woman At War - Donald Malarkey x OC / Floyd Talbert x OC ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 65/65 | rating: T/M | status: complete A Woman At War (Rewritten) - Donald Malarkey x OC / Floyd Talbert x OC ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 12/? | rating: T | status: in progress A Miracle In Bastogne - Eugene Roe / Renee LeMaire ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 6/6 | rating: T | status: complete Embedded - Nate Fick x OC (Generation Kill) ao3 |ff.net | chapters: 3/? | rating: M | status: incomplete

Uncharted (video game series)

Crossing Paths - Sam Drake x OC ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 21/21 | rating: T/M | status: complete Crossing Paths Part II - Sam Drake x OC / Nadine Ross x Chloe Frazer ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 2/? | rating: T/M | status: in progress Crossing Paths AU Libertalia - Sam Drake x OC / Rafe Adler x OC ao3 | chapters: 1/? | rating: T | status: in progress

Mass Effect

Beyond the Deep - Kaidan Alenko x (Custom) Fem Shep ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 11/? | rating: M | status: in progress

More Stories (misc)

Movies

Serenity - Shu Lien x Mu Bai (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon) ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 1/1 | rating: G/K | status: complete

Video Games

Rage Against the Dying of the Light - Astarion x Tav (BG3) ao3 | chapters: 2/7 | rating: M | status: in progress The Ugly Truth - Ellie Williams (The Last of Us) ff.net | chapters: 1/1 | rating: M | status: complete A Grim Prognosis - Genji Shimada x Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Overwatch) ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 3/? | rating: T | status: incomplete

Television Shows

Hallelujah - Charlotte "Charly" Weiss x Wilhelm Winter (Generation War/ Unsere Mütter, Unsere Väter) ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 4/? | rating: T | status: incomplete Run, Girl, Run - Roman Godfrey x OC (Hemlock Grove) ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 3/? | rating: T | status: incomplete Joanne - John Shelby x OC (Peaky Blinders) ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 8/? | rating: T | status: in progress?

#fanfiction #fanfiction masterlist #spiderverse #band of brothers #uncharted #mass effect #hbo war #long post #x reader #x oc #my fanfic

[emmyrosee]

James Patrick March

IN YOUR BLACK HEART OF HEARTS, YOU KNOW YOU’RE JUST LIKE ME

fanfics

n/a

drabbles

Whispering “I Love You”

“I Can’t Stop Thinking About You... I Can’t.”

Minors DNI.

Murder Threesome (Featuring Roman Godfrey)

#james patrick march #james patrick march x reader #james patrick march imagine #james patrick march hotel #american horror story hotel #emmy's masterlist

[authorred]

Hell's Gate (Part 2) (Hemlock Grove) (Roman Godfrey x Fem!reader)

Preface: Coming back from the dead is no easy feat. You're left stumbling by yourself through the town to the Godfrey Estate. Peter is there, Olivia is not, and Roman's in a coma.

Warning(s): Cursing, blood, some description of bodily injuries, and death threats (and actual death, maybe)

Part 1 here Part 3 here Part 4 here Part 5 here

As per requested, @pearlstiare

"I'm going to fucking kill her. Maim her to hell and to fucking back again. Rip her damned throat out and shove back in her mouth to choke on." Leaving a faint trail of bloody footsteps behind you, you stumbled through the outskirts of town and up the only road that led to it. Dressed in a white shirt and pants, red soaked through the cloth. You looked like a walking criminal case.

"And when she's begging me for mercy through her excised larynx, I'll rip her limb from limb and feed it to the fucking Vargulf!"

When you had exited out of your grave, it was touching down dusk. The faint warmth of the sun leaked through the bare trees and hit your face. If you were honest, that only fueled the burning anger and hatred coursing through your body. You felt warm. You felt hot. And not the good kind of hot.

From behind you came the gravelly crunch of car tires on the road. You stopped walking when you could see headlights come over the hill. You turned to see a truck travelling towards you, and without much thought, you stepped out into the middle of the road. You heard the driver yell and curse out in alarm before slamming the breaks. The car stopped a few inches from your body. You watched him wave his arms out in frustration before the driver-side door opened. You were on it immediately, coming chest to chest with the taller man.

"Give me your car," you ordered, staring up at him. The driver just blinked in indignation.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy bitch--" He didn't get to finish his sentence because you had his throat gripped tightly in your hand.

"That wasn't a fucking question." You lifted him from the ground, to which he let out a panicked, choked gasp. With a small grunt, you threw him to the side and into the ditch, where he rolled down the hill with several pained yells. You replaced him in the driver's seat and closed the door before flooring the truck down the road.

You haphazardly pulled into the Godfrey Estate's property, not even bothering to put the truck in park. You kicked the driver's side door off the car itself, stepping barefoot on the clean and tidy ground. From what you could smell, Olivia was not home, but Roman was. Good e-fucking-nough.

You stormed up to the front door, ripping out wooden splinters from your skin, which healed immediately. You practically tore the door off its hinges. No doubt it drew the attention of whoever else was inside the house. You stepped into the lavish entry hall and sniffed around, smelling two more scents that were familiar. You eyed the spiral staircase where the scent trails led to and padded up the carpeted steps.

"Roman?" You called out loudly. "I know you're here. Where the everloving fuck is your goddamned mother?!" You paused halfway when you heard two sets of rapid footsteps coming towards your direction. Sliding into the hall, and consequently at the top of the stairs, was Peter and Letha, who had come from the attic.

For a moment, the three of you just stared at each other. Peter's and Letha's jaws were slack--eyes as wide as if they saw the ghost of their dead loved one.

You just inquisitively raised a brow. "Why are you two here? Where's Roman?"

"How--?" Peter choked out, face twitching in compensation for his brain trying to wrap around the fact he was seeing you. Alive. "We. . . we saw you. . . at the morgue. . . you were. . . and Roman was. . ."

"Yeah, you did," you agreed. "I was dead. Now I'm not. Sur-fucking-prise." You continued to walk up the stairs, and Peter backed up, taking Letha with him. You just scrunched your face up at him.

"The fuck's your deal? Do you not think I'm me, or something?"

"I--I don't know. . . there's no way that you're. . . you're dead, we saw you." Letha's voice cracked.

You just sighed irritably and rubbed your face. "You got pregnant by an angel, but somehow this is unbelievable?"

Letha's face blanched and she nervously looked at Peter, who glanced at her. "Are you really. . . I mean. . . how are you. . . alive?"

"We can go over that later," you hastily replied. "Where's Roman?"

"He's in the attic," Peter replied.

"Why's he in the attic?"

Peter hesitated for a moment before saying, "He's in a coma."

A tense moment of silence fell over the three of you. You stared at Peter as if he had said the dumbest thing a man could've uttered. In fact, you genuinely thought he did. "What? How did that idiot get in a coma? How long have I been 'dead', exactly?"

"He overdosed," Peter replied. "And it's been close to two weeks."

"Overdosed?" You repeated, crossing your arms. "On what?"

"Just. . . drugs," Peter shrugged. "They didn't specify what."

"Roman doesn't even do drugs--aside from the occasional coke line. And he hasn't done that since we've been together. Only thing he's an addiction to is smoking, and I'm trying to get him weaned off that. I don't even kiss him when I can smell that cancer on him. Ugh, disgusting just to think about."

"That's what Dr. Pryce said," Letha further explained. Your lips twitched at the mention of that man's name.

"Right. Well, I trust that man as far as I can throw him. Which, evidently, I'm not willing to throw him that far." You moved past them and made your way up to the attic. The steady beeping of a heart monitor echoed from the room. When you passed under the doorway, you focused on the stationary hospital bed set up in the middle of the floor. You slowed your pace when you got closer, nervously peering past the bed's frame. You stopped walking when you saw Roman lying in it, unconscious.

"You fucking idiot," you sighed, traipsing to his side. You gently cupped his cheek, brushing some hair out from his eyes. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm letting you know right now, that when your mother comes back; I'm killing the hell out of her." You leaned on the side of the bed and gently pet his face, taking extra care not to jostle him too much.

Eventually, Peter and Letha slowly reentered the room, having want to give you time with Roman.

"He's been. . . doing shit since your death," Peter spoke carefully. "He really loves you."

You looked over your shoulder at him and nodded slowly. "Yeah," you agreed. "I wasn't ready to go. To leave him. To leave you all hanging with this. . . well, you know."

Peter nodded in understanding. "He'll be happy to see you're alive. . . somehow."

You snorted. "Yeah. I'll explain it to you guys soon. Also, can I ask a favor of you two?"

Peter gestured for you to continue.

"Don't tell Olivia I'm alive."

Something seemed to have clicked in Peter's mind because he nodded almost immediately. "Not a word." He nudged Letha who also agreed, albeit slightly quieter.

You nodded at them gratefully before turning your attention back to Roman. "Can't go one day without getting yourself in some shit, huh?" You whispered with a small smile. "That's fine, though. I'll be here when you wake up. I promise."

With a tired sigh, you slumped on the couch across from Roman's bed. You got tired of standing and there wasn't enough room on the hospital bed for both of you. You sprawled out on the couch and stared up at the arching ceiling. Wherever Olivia was you don't even know--and Peter was speaking--or rather yelling--with Letha downstairs. About what, you didn't care to know.

Your eyes suddenly shifted over to the dark figure standing in the corner of the room, body having the appearance of ink in water; but it was glitching. As if it was inside of a tv screen losing reception.

Ö̵͓̫̮l̸̻̹̺͗͒̎͊̊̚ḯ̴̯̈́͂͒v̷̢͙̺͉̋̃̂i̵̼͋̿ä̴̗̜̩̟́̄̑ ̸̻͎͕̻̬͖͋͛̕͝G̵̝̜̤̹̰͗̌ͅo̸̹̣̎̉͠d̸͈̻̆̎̀̅̔ͅf̶̞̪̋̈́͐̋͘͝ṛ̵̰͕̫͋̾̇̆͊̾è̶̫͖̙̤̦̽͗͐ͅy̸̲͇̺̓̋ ̸̪̉̈́̑s̴͓̯̝͖̘̀̈t̷̰̭̯̲̝͇̅͛͆̕i̴̧͈̠͕̿͜ͅl̸͍͇͐ľ̵̹ ̶̹̻̠̍̎̚ḷ̶͈̼̕i̷͓̔v̷͕͗ê̸̢̖͐s̷̙̜̪͂͛

"Yeah, I know," you spoke out. "She's not here. She doesn't know I'm alive. It's perfect, is it not?"

W̴̹̥̤̐̒̈͗̑i̸͕̬͆͝l̷͍̩͋̀̌̆̑͝l̸̨̳̔ ̴̢̮̼̠̈́̇͝ͅt̷͉̩̟̺̽ẖ̴̭̒̿ỉ̴͈̮s̷̟͉͈̼̬̾͐ ̶̜̖̩̝̼̈̂b̸̗̥̙̽̓̓̄̚͘é̶̬͔͑ ̶̖͆̌̆̀̄t̶̝̖͖̔̂͜h̷̬̿̔̒͘e̶̼͉̭̜̬̓͛́͊͝ ̵̽͒̃̅͆ͅf̸̛̮̦̈͐̊̋̃ĭ̷̲̄́̒̚r̸̝͖̳̠̰͍͐͛͂̚š̸̠̼̘̝̖̜͊̈́̊ţ̸̭̹̜͓̹̃̈́̀͝ ̵̘̇̎̅͗͗͝t̷̞̗̲̤͔̬̀͑͗̈́̌͗i̷̺̺͑͌͒m̴̮̠̈́ę̶̳͚̣͖̠̆͑͛͝ ̶̭̄͌̐̉ͅy̸̤͚̮̍̈̄̕ȫ̷̝̉͑̈́̉ṳ̵͎̭̟̝̠̀̆́̑͛͝ ̶̢͓͇̋w̶͉̬̮̻̅ò̴͉̥̫̦͚̒̂́n̶̹̄̕'̶͖̂́̐̊t̸̡͇̺͙̍ ̶̧̳̬̾͐̑͊́̊b̸̨͖̼͇̮͖̽̽̓̀ĕ̸̙̹̆̏͂͊ ̷̼̀̏̿̿̊ͅǎ̴͙̦͕͓̞b̷̧̤̮̙̄̃͒̑̐͘l̷̨̜͙͖̜͉͘ȩ̷̟̀̈́̊̄ ̶̨̧̖̖̰̦͋͑̿̏̔̅t̸͙̊ǒ̵͍̟́̾͒͋ ̵̹͍̮̆̓̿̎̚e̴̩̘̥̜̿ͅṋ̵̨̖̱̬̈̌̋a̶̢̛̘͎͉̙͊̑͌̉͑c̸̨̨̰͗͗͑͗͗͜͝t̶͍͇͙͇͊̓͐́̉̄ ̸͚͝͝r̶̘̠̩̬̮̍̈́e̷̦̦̍̈́̅̎̆v̵̞̯͎̔̑̚ḛ̵̣̠̈́̀̈́͊n̸̨͔̬̑͒̐̍̇̏g̴̨̣̒ë̷̗͆́̋̀?̶̲̽̈́̏̀͋

"No," you immediately replied. "I'll pay my blood debt with her life. Don't worry about it."

The inky shadow being bled into the walls, body leaking back into the cracks of the house.

You sighed heavily. "I fucking hate you Olivia Godfrey."

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