#Remington Leith imagine | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

the-world-is-spinning-round · 2 years ago

Text

Dragon - Remington Leith fan fiction (Spooktober Writing Challenge)

Remington lumbered towards the mouth of his cave, drawn by the sound of commotion just outside, and angered by the fact he’d been roused from his slumber.

The men milling around from the village, loud and self-congratulatory, ran screaming when Remington emerged from his home, red scales glinting in the sun and smoke billowing from his nostrils, but they left behind the thing they had been fussing over a few feet from the entrance from the cave…

Of all the ridiculous human things to disturb me with…

He stared down at the young woman in white bound to the stake the humans had stuck in front of the entrance to his cave, wondering if he was actually seeing what he thought he was seeing. Because what he thought he was seeing was a human sacrifice…but that would be fucking dumb.

Yet there was: a human sacrifice bound to a stake outside of his cave.

For fucks sake.

Remington was furious. He was a dragon - what the fuck did he want with some terrified human girl? He liked gold. Shiny, warm, quiet gold. Not human women, he screamed and cried whenever they saw Remington in his dragon form. It wasn’t as if he even wanted to eat them! Humans were scrawny and boney, on top of so loud…

But he couldn’t leave her tied to the stake outside the cave.

As loud and whiny as human women might be, Remington wasn’t a monster, just a dragon. Besides, it got really cold outside after the sun set - not to mention all the wild animals that would happily take a chunk out of the vulnerable human woman if they wandered past her while she was tied to a stake in the ground.

Remington wasn’t going to let an innocent woman die just because the idiots from her village thought they would accomplish something by tying her up outside his home.

Although what that was, he wasn’t sure.

Probably some bullshit about bribing him or feeding him so he wouldn’t go on a rampage. Just for that, he would go on a rampage…just as soon as the human was safe and away from his cave.

He stalked forwards, and was surprised when the human didn’t react at all beyond watching him with glazed over eyes.

She didn’t even talk until he was right in front of her: “Are you going to eat me?”

“Not today. I already ate, and your bones would probably get caught in my throat anyway.”

For some reason, the woman nodded at him as if that made perfect sense: “That would be annoying. Are you going to burn me alive instead?”

Remington frowned.

The human was way too calm - almost like she wasn’t quite understanding what she was actually asking him. He was starting to wonder if the men who had brought her here had drugged her or something, because there was no way anyone should be that relaxed when they were asking how they were going to die.

Despite his concerns, Remington carried on: “Sorry, no, I can’t breathe fire right now. I’ve got a cold.”

“Dragons can get colds?”

“Sure, why not, of course we can.”

The human nodded as if Remington had just told her something deep and meaningful, which only deepened his concerns that they have given her something to make her head this muddled, but it did seem to placate her enough that he had a chance to look closer at the ropes binding her to the rough wooden stake.

If nothing else, the way the ropes had been tied proved that the human had absolutely been drugged; the knots in the rope were so badly tied she could’ve gotten free in an instant if she’d tried.

It was the work of a second to free her, slicing through the ropes with a single claw and letting them fall to the ground at her feet…but she still didn’t run. She just stayed there, swaying slightly on her feet before leaning against the stake and looking up at him blankly.

Remington got the feeling that the human wasn’t going to be getting away from his cave any time soon.

Sighing internally, Remington changed into his human form. It was far less impressive than his dragon form in his opinion: all lanky and pale and squishy, but the woman’s eyes widened like a hatchling’s when they saw their first bit of treasure.

It was a nice stroke to his ego, but Remington didn’t allow himself to be distracted. He swung her up into his arms, carrying her bridal style back into the cave.

Despite her reaction to seeing his human form, Remington really wasn’t expecting her to bury her face in his shoulder, or wrap her arms around his neck, but he supposed it was better than her kicking him or screaming in his ear. She didn’t smell bad, either, even to his sensitive nose, and she was quite soft where she wasn’t covered by the white dress she was wearing - all in all, he'd certainly carried worse burdens. In fact, on the list of all the non-treasure-y things he’d hauled into his home, she was definitely one of the…top three.

Although when she started asking questions again, he thought she might drop down to just being one of the top five.

“Hey…if you’re not going to eat me, and you’re not going to burn me alive…what are you going to do with me?”

“It took you more than ten minutes to think of that question?”

The human frowned faintly - as if she knew something wasn’t right, but couldn’t quite work out what that something was: “My head feels strange.”

Remington felt something in his stomach clench uncomfortably.

He knew how it felt to be out of it when you didn’t want to be, and he didn’t have to be human to empathise with her.

“I understand, and I’m gonna take you somewhere to sleep it off, okay? You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

“Okay.”

The human was completely silent after that, even when he dropped to his knees on the edge of the pile of furs he called a bed so he could carefully lower the human onto the softest spot he could find. The only sound she made was a soft hum of thanks, already sounding and looking half-asleep…although she was awake enough to wrap her soft hand around his wrist when he moved to stand back up.

It wasn’t enough to actually stop him - her strength was nothing compared to his, even when she wasn’t half unconscious and he was in his human form - but…Remington still found himself pausing.

The one time he’d been in the same state as she was, out of his head against his will, he’d been alone and afraid, and he’d have given anything to have someone there to comfort him.

He couldn’t leave someone else in that state.

So even though he could never have imagined himself ending up in this situation, he still lay down next to the human, pulling some of the furs over her before wrapping an arm around her and tucking her head under his chin.

It…actually wasn’t bad. He nuzzled his face against the human’s hair, inhaling the smell of soap and hearth smoke and perfume, and found himself relaxing. She was warmer than an empty bed, and for a dragon…it was enough to make him purr low in his chest.

The human was asleep in no time.

And Remington followed her soon after.

#Remington Leith #Remington Leith fan fiction #Remington Leith fanfiction #Remington Leith fan fic #Remington Leith imagine #Remington Leith drabble #Spooktober #mine

18 notes · View notes

remingt0nleith · 3 years ago

Text

pretty poison ♥ requested remington leith imagine.

A/N: This imagine was requested here. I hope I made it everything you were looking for. <3 (also the photo collage covers with weheartit photos will forever be a mood) SEXUAL IMAGINE AHEAD.

Also, let me know if you guys want to see more of these characters. An imagine couple in a series maybe?

Pretty Poison was the opening act for Palaye Royale on their U.S. tour. The lead singer, Nessa had been good friends with the three brothers since they met a few years back at a record store. The late-night tours had her becoming closer with Remington. The two singers bonded over song lyrics and vocal techniques. There was a tension brewing between them that the pair couldn’t decipher, was it a friendship or something more?

Throughout all of the late nights they spent together she never told him about her past. The dark thoughts that kept her up at night, the experiences she went through with her ex, all of that stayed locked up inside of her only coming out briefly in songs that she wrote.

Currently, she was watching the brothers perform from backstage, a red solo cup in her hand filled with a liquor a little stronger than how she normally liked it.

Palaye finished their set with the hit song Nervous Breakdown, something Nessa was quite familiar with.

As the boys made their way backstage, Remington grabbed her wrist gently to pull her towards him in a hug, she instinctively ripped her arm away from him and backed up.

His eyes widened and he held his hands up,

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he mumbled, fear in his eyes from upsetting his friend.

She shook her head, black bangs falling in her eyes before speaking,

“It’s okay, Rem. You just spooked me.” A lie that fell from her lips so easily, the truth buried far below the surface.

He nodded, grabbing a drink for himself then asked her if she wanted to go work on music back at the hotel.

She agreed and they walked the short distance back to the hotel, stopping a few times for Remington to take photos with lucky fans who happened to spot him on their journey.

Once in the hotel room, they both had a buzz going on from the alcohol flowing through their veins.

Sitting cross-legged on the plush carpet, he pulled out his notebook intending to get back to work but the alcohol in his system gave him a wave of confidence.

Remington leaned forward capturing Nessa’s lips against his own in a gentle kiss one in which she returned. Taking this as a good sign he deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue against hers gently, yet once again the other singer pulled away.

“Fuck.” He scooted back, hands running through his short split-dyed hair.

“I totally read the moment wrong,” he confessed, feeling guilty and embarrassed.

Nessa sighed feeling like she needed to tell him the truth or at least as much as she could bear to. She really liked him after all.

“It’s not your fault. Sexual things are just really hard for me after my ex.” She looked down while speaking, playing with a loose thread on her fishnet tights.

Remington stayed quiet, letting her continue at her own pace.

“Basically, he fucked me up in a lot of ways and there’s a lot of sexual stuff I can’t even do, like going down on a guy. It’s just hard.”

Her eyes filled with tears as she expected him to get up and leave, it was what every guy had done when she told them. No one wanted to be with a girl that was so broken especially when it came to sex stuff.

“I’m so sorry,” Remington whispered, his heart breaking in his chest. How could any guy treat her badly was the thought racing through his head.

She looked up and met his gaze, feeling strong enough to continue.

“It’s part of the reason why I can’t be vocal during sex. I know guys usually want girls that are loud and speak up in bed, but I just can’t.” She admitted.

Remington held his arms open which she accepted and crawled into his arms, feeling safe within his hold. After a few moments, he whispered,

“You don’t need to feel like you’re not good enough. Everything about you is perfect to me. If we were together I’d never force you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.”

Her heart filled with a mix of safety and happiness.

She pulled away enough to look up at him her bright green eyes meeting his dark ones, she leaned forward to kiss him this time being the one to deepen it.

As their tongues moved against each other passionately she crawled into his lap.

He pulled away after a moment to check on her,

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek.

She nodded, smiling as she took notice of his swollen lips.

“I think I just needed to tell you that. If we do this, I can’t talk during it. Can we come up with another way to have a safe word?”

“Of course. How about if you want to stop you grab my wrist and if you want me to keep going you pull my hair?” He asked wanting nothing more than to make her comfortable.

Her eyes lit up at the idea and lust swirled inside of her, seeing this side of Remington was so sexy.

“That sounds like a good plan to me. Now shut up and take your clothes off,” she giggled standing up from his lap.

He didn’t have to be told twice and the pair undressed quickly. Fishnet tights and skinny jeans were tossed aside before the light was clicked off.

Remington pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately before laying her on the bed.

“Remember the safe gestures?” He questioned before moving to kiss her neck.

Letting him know she did and also wanting him to keep doing that, she tugged on his short dyed hair.

He obliged licking and sucking on the soft skin leaving behind a faint pink mark.

He kissed his way down her body, moving his hand up to be close to her so she had easy access to grab his wrist if needed.

Once he made his way between her thighs, he looked up at her in the darkness.

Nessa replied by reaching down and tugging on his hair, urging him to continue.

He made himself busy by sliding his tongue across her wetness, causing her to moan out softly, sure she couldn’t talk but moaning was a different story especially when a sexy singer was doing that, she thought to herself.

She buried her fingers in the soft tendrils of his black and blonde hair, hoping he got the hint to keep going, which he did.

His tongue moved slowly across her clit, teasing the sensitivity of it.

She closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensations as his mouth and tongue worked expertly against her most tender area.

The pleasure built up and she knew she was going to come soon so she tugged at his hair once more to let him know as her moans got louder. She bit down on her lip as she came her legs quivering from the warmth and wetness of the singer’s tongue.

Remington pulled away, licking his lips as he moved back up to check on her, his eyes searching hers in the darkness.

She grinned before leaning forward to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” She whispered, before biting down on his lower lip in a teasing but intimate gesture.

He let out a rough laugh, leaning over to grab a condom, once situated he slid himself into her, both moaning out in pleasure.

Nessa once again threaded her fingers through his hair as his hips moved against hers, the sensation of his large member filling her up with every thrust.

He buried his face against her neck to lick and suck on her flesh as he picked up the pace, fucking her into the hotel mattress.

The two lovers moaned into the darkness as the pleasure blossomed within them.

Remington coming with a low growl, Nessa tightened her grip on the short locks of hair and moaned out as she came, shaking beneath the singer.

Once everything was cleaned up, the duo laid together in bed.

“I’m so happy I gave this a chance.” She whispered into the darkness.

Remington agreed, once again happy that she shared such a vulnerable part of her past with him.

“Me too and don’t think this was a one-night stand either. You’re definitely not getting rid of me now.” He admitted.

#remington leith #palaye royale #remington leith fic #remington leith imagine #remington leith smut

54 notes · View notes

kill-the-rockstar · 4 years ago

Text

Ma Cherie (Remington Leith x Gender Neutral!Reader)

A/n - Guess who made all the pronouns they/them only to realise Ma Cherie is a feminine term! Please don't read it if you think anything might trigger you, stay safe :)

I'll leave this up incase people want to come back to it, but I no longer support Palaye Royale.

Summary: Remington feels as though Y/N doesn't want him any more, little does he know they've been feeling the same

Requested by: @royal-wars

Warnings: insecurities, self doubt, brief self harm reference

_________________

I can't seem to make you smile anymore / What happened to the dresses you wore before / I see you drifting away from me / Ma Cherie / Time wont be enough to make you even fall in love with me (Ma Cherie, Palaye Royale)

Remington had felt like something was off for a few weeks now.

Y/N had been acting differently for the last few months, kissing him less, shying away from his touch, and they'd been dressing differently too.

Usually their style could rival his in terms of extravagance, with flamboyant dresses and frock-coats he often begged to borrow, but recently they'd been sticking to oversized t-shirts and sweatpants.

He felt as though they were falling out of love with him, and it pained him to live with that knowledge every day. The pang in his chest each time they found a reason not to kiss him, or turned away from him when they lay in bed getting worse every time as he convinced himself that they didn't want him anymore.

It was when they stopped sitting on the same sofa as him that he brought it up.

"What's going on Y/N?" he asked, their head shooting up to look at him where he now stood in front of them.

"What do you mean?" they mumbled, playing with the zip on their hoodie.

"You've been acting strange for weeks, you won't even go near me anymore.. have I done something wrong? Do you... Do you not want to be here... Be with me anymore?" He questioned, finally getting out the words he'd been going over almost every night for two weeks.

They stood up, moving towards him, but stopping just out of reach.

"I love you. You haven't done anything wrong.. I just-" they cut themself off, stepping away a little, shaking their head and putting their hands in their pockets, as Remington longed to pull them close. "If I say, you'll just say I'm being stupid so there's no point."

Tears began to fall down their face as their hands began to bunch the fabric of their hoodie to stop from scaring their skin.

Giving in, Remington walked towards them tentatively, silently begging that they wouldn't step away, and held out his hands for theirs.

"I won't. I promise, I won't say anything of the sort, okay? But I've spent the last fortnight thinking you wanted to break up with me, and.. I just want to know what's been going through your head sweetheart. I just want to know.."

They placed her hands in his limply, but didn't look him in the eyes.

"I've got it into my head that I'm not good enough for you. Cuz I look like shit and I feel like shit and you're this big rockstar following your dreams and I'm unemployed and even when I was I want anything interesting, I... I'm not who you should be with. "

Gently, he pulled them to him and they slowly wrapped their arms around his skinny frame.

They stood there for a while, quietly revelling in the others presence, Y/N crying and Remington kissing their head every so often.

Finally he broke the silence to say "I love you. I love you, ma cherie, more than you'll ever believe... and I'm sorry that I-"

He hesitated, and decided to start over, "I'll tell you more often, and I'll show you as much as I can until you start to realise it's true... I think we both need to work on not getting into our heads so much, but we'll get there. But I do love you, I love every part of you."

The room fell quiet again, the only sounds the couple's quiet breaths and the ticking of the cat shaped clock on the mantlepiece that Remington had brought back for Y/N on his last tour, knowing they'd appreciate it.

He pulled away from the embrace a little to look Y/N.

"Let's get dressed up," he suggested with a smile, "like, propper, full on, vampire dressed up. We could go out for dinner or get takeout or just walk around for a while but I think we'd both feel a bit better if we did."

Y/N smiled back - God he'd missed their smile - and nodded, following him upstairs to their bedroom with their hands still joined.

And so they emerged an hour later to walk around their neighbourhood and watch the sunset, still not magically perfect, but a whole lot happier than they'd both been when the day began, and dancing under the streetlights that lit up their path when the sun came down.

#remington leith imagine #Remington leith x reader #palaye royale #remington leith #palaye royale imagine #Palaye Royal x reader

144 notes · View notes

written-on-the-trees · 4 years ago

Text

It’s A Wonderful Life - Remington Leith Fan Fiction

Prompt: Christmas Day

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1025 words

Summary: It’s not been the best few months, but Remington still reflects on how happy he is on Christmas Day.

Remington leant back against the sofa, taking a few seconds to just…be.

The day had been amazing - busy, hectic, tiring even: but truly amazing. The best Christmas Day Remington could remember having in years.

His brothers had woken him up as soon as they had woken up, just like they had all done to each other when they were still kids, and they’d all come downstairs to make breakfast for their mom and respective girlfriends, before waking them up so they could all go downstairs and unwrap their presents. There had been drinking (it was acceptable on Christmas Day to have a drink straight after breakfast) and laughing to Christmas songs and snacking between opening gifts: all of it had been a brightly coloured blur of happiness and warmth. And that was all before they’d even had lunch.

After lunch, they’d all stumbled their way over to the sofas in front of the tv, and collapsed down onto them to watch Christmas films and pretend that they weren’t all half asleep.

He was wrapped up under a fluffy blanket with his girlfriend, laying with his back against the sofa while Ginger’s back was against his chest: his arms around her waist and her hands on top of his where they were linked just over her belly.

It was pretty fucking perfect.

Remington had had a rough year, there was no two ways about it. Touring the world, as much as he loved it, had put a lot of strain on his last relationship, to the point where his ex had dumped him in January. He’d just started getting over that, focusing on himself and the band, and then the whole world had come to a stand-still. The virus had put everything on pause: concerts, meeting up with friends, even going into a recording studio…and that hadn’t been good for Remington. It hadn’t been good for a lot of people - Remington by no means thought he had it worst, he knew he was damn lucky in the grand scheme of things - but it had gotten to Remington.

He’d gotten depressed. He’d started relying on drinking to get through the day. He’d started thinking that perhaps he wouldn’t make it to see next year.

Sebastian and Emerson had noticed - a little bit later than they were happy about, but Remington didn’t blame them for that; he’d been trying to hide it from them - and started forcing him to live his live again. Sebastian had moved in with him: forced Remington to get up, shower, eat, exercise, and Emerson had called every day to talk to Remington, listen to how he was feeling and offer comfort and advice. Slowly but surely, Remington had started to feel more human. He started to feel more like himself.

And then he’d met Ginger.

“You okay, hun? You look like you’re a million miles away.”

Remington looked down at Ginger, who seemed to have picked up on where his mind was drifting, and smiled: “I’m great.”

Ginger smiled, and turned back to the film on the screen…but Remington continued smiling even when she couldn’t see it.

The night he’d met Ginger was the best night of his life. They hadn’t gotten off to the best of starts, mostly because they hadn’t met while Remington was in the best of places, but she wasn’t the kind of person who held things against people - at least not after they’d apologised, which Remington had as soon as he’d realised what a prick he’d been.

Sweetheart that she was, Ginger had forgiven him. And then she’d accepted his number. And then his offer of a Zoom date. The rest, as they say, was history.

Now Remington didn’t think he could be any more content.

He wasn’t always happy; he was a human being, not a machine, and so it was okay if his emotions fluctuated, but he didn’t feel as low as he had in the summer. And he had his brothers, his mom, and Ginger to thank for that. Without them, he didn’t know where he’d be…so he couldn’t be happier to spend Christmas Day lounging about on the sofa, stuffed full of Christmas food and watching old Christmas films.

Life is good.

“I’m going to make myself a hot chocolate.” Ginger announced as the current film they were watching started rolling the credits: “Does anyone else want one, or anything else?”

She got a list of orders - but when she turned to Remington, he just shook his head: “I’ll come and help you.”

“Thank you, hun.” Ginger pecked him on the cheek before hauling herself off the sofa, and helping Remington do the same.

They shuffled into the kitchen, and Remington curled himself in the blanket he snagged off of the sofa as he stood behind Ginger as she stood at the stove: wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his cheek on her shoulder, falling into a doze as she stirred milk and melting chocolate in a pan.

“You sure you’re doing okay, hun?” she asked softly, just before he almost fell asleep: “You’ve been really quiet since lunch.”

Remington leaned in to press a soft kiss to the spot where her jaw met her neck, smiling: “Yeah. Just been thinking.”

“Good thinking?”

“Very good thinking.” Remington smirked: “It’s been about you.”

Ginger laughed - but turned her head to offer him a chaste kiss in response: “Charmer.”

“I’m hoping my flattery will get me extra marshmallows on my hot chocolate.”

“Well, since you’ve been so sweet…”

Both Remington and Ginger laughed, before lapsing back into a comfortable silence. Remington pulled away when the hot chocolate was almost done, crossing over to the kettle to make tea for Sebastian, Larissa, and Emerson. He dug out a tray for all the mugs, and helped Ginger load everything onto it, before heading back into the living room to hand out drinks and see what film the others had chosen to put on next.

Apparently, after what was probably about fifteen minutes of the usual bickering, they’d settled on ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’ - something that made Remington grin.

It was just so fitting.

#The Trees Writes #The Trees' Christmas 2020 Writing Collection #Remington Leith #Remington Leith imagine #Remington Leith fanfic #Remington Leith fan fic #Remington Leith fan fiction #Palaye Royale

34 notes · View notes

lilbabybluerxse · 5 years ago

Text

#super cutie #look at this cutie #what a cutie #cutie #remington leith imagine #fuck yeah remington leith #remy remington #remington leith #palaye royale #palaye positivity #royality #fashion royalty #royal council

58 notes · View notes

a-and-mtrashpile · 5 years ago

Text

We’re Back! -kinda-

Hello! It’s me, Admin M. So, me and Admin Alex are deciding to kinda redo the page and just start writing whatever we want. I know we used to be kinda uniform and we’d only post certain things but we both fell out of love with the page and writing because we lost interest in what we were writing about. I don’t know if that makes any sense to you guys but it does to me. Since we decided to do this, we cleared out our ask box so we could start over.

Anyways, I have some Greta Van Fleet imagines if you guys want them. I also have some Guns imagines that I haven’t posted. If you guys want to send in requests, we write for -Palaye Royale -Waterparks -Motley Crue -Guns N Roses -Greta Van Fleet -Yungblud

Admin Alex is also doing ships for -Guns N Rose -Waterparks -Motley Crue -Greta Van Fleet

22 notes · View notes

sleekervae · 1 year ago

Text

Surrender | Remington x Eva

Masterlist

A/N: Happy Halloween! I've got a cold like you wouldn't believe so I figured it's time to bless you guys with some treats. A little vampire-esque fantasy blurb based on this ask.

Summary: Remington catches Eva writing about her fantasies

Warnings: fanfiction writing, some tumblr angst, light but tantalizing smut, a lot of hickeys

⋆ WORD COUNT — 3.6k

Slowly, Victoria pushed the bedroom door open, contrasting against the quickening of her beating heart. She had given him time and he had found no cure for her. She was ready to embrace death if it meant him and his brothers could be saved.

Skin still damp from the pouring rain she clung tightly to her cloak, making her way downstairs in his eerily homely home. It was warm, as it has been throughout her stay there. Usually he would never feel the need to turn on the heating, but with a human under his roof he’d grown considerate of her comfort. Aldous basically did what he could to keep Victoria alive, all while staying well out of her way and in turn not killing her himself.

Before she even had the chance to call out his name in the open living area, he was resting against the doorway in front of her – as though he sensed her coming. Water beads trickled down her face when she stayed completely still, frozen, staring at the vampire who’d been hellbent on protecting her soul.

Aldous swallowed, wetting his lips all while his eyes slid over her body and drinking in her silhouette in her dainty, floral corset. Unlike herself, he was dressed more casually in a loose, puffy shirt and suspenders drawn tightly against his torso. All tied together with black slacks and bare feet. His disregard for colour palettes or themes when it came to fashion choices never failed to amuse Victoria.

“Did you need something?” His voice was flat, unreadable, much like the expression blanketing his sharp profile that only softened by the wavy locks of blonde hair tickling his thick brows, “Did you leave another book here?”

“No… I just-, I just wanted to see you I guess," she sighed absentmindedly, shaking some excess water from her hair, “It’s pretty lonely up there,”

The look on Aldous' face was nothing short of pained when his eyes squeezed shut, he looked almost guilty before he pinched the bridge of his nose, “Victoria… I’m sorry. But it’s for your own safety,"

“You’ve never hurt me before,” she mumbled, averting his gaze.

And he hadn’t. Initially when Victoria first met Aldous all those months ago, she was terrified of him and the prospect of what he could do to her. He was strong, a lot stronger than a regular bitten vampire, he’s a Blackwell vampire, he was born for this life. It was in his veins and always had been. Even before he and his brothers secured their place in the immortal world, the monster he became lingered beneath the surface. Waiting. Begging to be freed.

But then she got to know Aldous on a personal level, and he would do anything to keep her safe. The fact she was standing in his house proved the fact on some level, despite having no soul, he did care about her. There had been moments together, heated moments, moments that would last an eternity in his mind, where he could’ve succumb to his inner demon and blood lust. But he didn't.

Aldous' features soften upon meeting Victoria's eyes, his doe-like eyes may be raven black in colour but they were swimming with emotion, enough to make her drown in them, “Truthfully I don’t know what’s worse,” He frowned, pink lips parted, “Staying away from you makes me crave you more, but being near you…”

“Makes you want to kill me,” Victoria cleared her throat, somewhat overwhelmed by his presence.

A while ago he’d asked her if she believed in fate, soulmates, convinced that she and he were tied by the beauty of the moon. But as she watched the man in front of her physically struggle to breathe around her, Victoria was reminded that it was nothing more than the curse of the Blackwell bloodline.

The corners of his lips quirked up into a soft smile, “It’s not the curse,” His voice was low, still equal parts infuriating and endearing that he could read her thoughts and she'd never get used to it. “You’re… It’s…. It’s more than that. If I were only interested in you because of the curse you would’ve been dead a long time ago. The curse complicates things, but, well…”

“Maybe it’d be better for everyone if I just died already and got this over with.” she chuckled, while simultaneously trying to ease the budding tension with a joke at her own expense it was obvious Aldous didn't see the funny side. His frown deepened, a small hum escaping him.

“Is that how you really feel?”

“I’m just saying…” she sigh, squeezing the cloak around her body a little tighter, “I give my life in exchange for the Visigoths leaving you alone… And you won’t have to waste time searching for a miracle. You can go back to your normal life before we met—”

“My time will never be wasted when spent on you.” He took a step forward, surprising her, his jaw clenched so tight she wondered if vampire bones were capable of shattering, “If it takes me forever to get ride of Lilith then so be it, I’m not prepared to let you die.”

She tried to reason with him, shuffling a cautious step in his direction, “I don’t want you to be in pain anymore, if dying is the only way—”

“I’m not going to let that happen!” The projection of his voice startled her, but not as much as the loud bang followed by bricks crumbling around his feet after he punched the door frame did. She stared at him wide-eyed and frightened, unable to peer away from the way his chest heaves up and down with each angry breath. “I need more time… I’ll find a way.”

At this she lost it, laughing humourlessly before she matched his volume and rage, “There isn’t another way Aldous! You’ve tried!” she rushed over to him, until she was in arms-length distance and being mindful not to step in the aftermath of his temper, “I can’t live like this anymore, knowing that it’s hurting you and your family… I just-, I want this to be over with. I’m ready,” she sighed, eyes fluttering shut. It was such a relief to say that out loud.

Aldous swallowed, dark eyes zoned in on her face, “Well I’m not ready to lose you, Victoria,”

“It has to be this way, to save --”

“I'm not letting you go, not yet. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you,” He began, trembling boney hands gently finding purchase on her shoulders, “You’re the poem the universe wrote only for me.”

A tiny gasp betrayed her when his cold fingers found her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. It was indescribable how beautiful the man was standing before her, even in his human life he must’ve been the most handsome person around. His eyes were dark in colour, framed by even darker delicate lashes. The pits of her stomach ignited with desire, along with an uncontrollable need to be closer to him. A pull so inhumane and sewn deep into her soul that Victoria struggled to compare it to anything she'd ever experienced. It was Aldous' breath, warm against her lips that broke her from the trance, gazing up at him with big eyes.

“I know you feel this too… This comfort, this desire…” He whispered, until his lips were a hair away from hers, his own eyes sliding shut, “The ache in your heart, is my promise to you that this is more than the curse. You belong with me,"

“Then change me,” she pled quietly, cupping his angled jaw with her hands, “There’s no way to beat the curse, if it’s death that completes his transition… Technically I’ll be dead. Change me.”

“There’s no guarantee it’ll save you or us, there’s no guarantee you’ll even survive it… Not every human is strong enough to withstand it. It’s too risky. Your life isn’t something I’m willing to take chances on.”

She sighed again, pressing her forehead to his, “Please, Aldous...”

"Whatcha' working on?"

Eva nearly jumped out of her seat, moving swiftly to change the tab on her laptop, "Remington!" she spun around in her chair, coming face-to-face with her moppy-haired boyfriend. He gave her a curious glance, his brow popped and she prayed he couldn't hear her heart thundering in her chest, "I -- I didn't hear you come in..."

"Yeah, I just got home," he chuckled, "Did I startle you?"

"Just a little bit," she nodded sheepishly as she glanced around their shared space. It was bright out when she last checked, now it was bordering on the sun setting, the clouds blanketing the sky a dark, dull bluish grey, "Oh my gosh, it's late. I totally forgot about dinner!"

"Don't worry. We can order in," he bent down to give her a kiss, smoothing her hair out of her face with a gentle stroke of his fingers, "What were you working on?"

Eva shrugged back, "Oh, just... more paperwork and stuff. Client reports... taxes..." she hated that she was such a bad liar.

"Taxes aren't due until spring, babe," he tutted.

"And why not start now rather than later?" she replied with a simple shake of the head, getting up in search of her cat, "Where is Pluto? I gotta' feed him,"

"I think I saw him dart under the couch," he noted, glancing at her computer from the corner of his eye. Eva groaned aloud.

"Not even a smoke bomb's gonna' get him out," she turned around and to her horror, Remington was hunched over her computer, skimming through the blank article she clicked to, "What're you doing?" she asked, her tone sharp and swift.

He turned back to her, a small smirk curling at the corners of his lips. She loved that smirk as equally as she did hate it, "Are you hiding something from me?" he asked, two fingers scrolling up and down on her track pad.

She scoffed back, shooing his hand away, "Of course not,"

"You sure?"

"Yes, yes I am,"

He took a step forward to which she took one back, "You were just working on taxes?"

"... yes," she stiffened.

His smirk grew, trying to stifle his laugh. He found her so stupidly adorable when she was flustered. Eva winced when the backs of her thighs hit the edge of her desk.

"... And is Aldous Blackwell your financial advisor? Or is he an accountant?"

Remington was delighted when Eva smacked his arm repeatedly with her sweater paws, her hands stuffed into the cuffs. He laughed as he grabbed ahold of her, awing at her pouty lips and her averted blue eyes.

"Shut up! You saw -- you dick!" she whined.

"Well of course I saw!" he cackled, "If I walk in and Pluto's the only one who greets me I know you're working on something important. Clearly -- my alter ego is very important to you," he winced and cringed as she smacked him again, "Okay, okay! Calm down! It's okay!" he assured her.

Eva wasn't one for hearing his assurances. She buried her face in her hands, grumbling to herself, "Please don't tell anyone,"

"Are you crazy? I'm not gonna' tell anybody! C'mon, look at me," he replied, taking her hands away and placing them around his waist, "How long have you been working on that?"

She huffed, debating whether it would be more worth her while to kill him or herself in that moment, "I -- Billie and I were going through some of your videos and we were watching Tonight is the Night I Die and... I just had this idea and it fit so well into your story line..."

Remington stepped back, taking his spot in her chair. The screws squeaked under his weight and the padding on the arms were worn, but it was comfortable for him nonetheless, "Tell me about it,"

Eva sat on the edge of her desk, she thought about telling him to fuck off, or she'd simply walk away and try to change the topic. However, she began to laugh. Not a full belly laugh, a bashful stream of giggles that matched the tinge of blush on her cheeks.

"I -- there's no -- I can't," she stammered nervously.

"Oh, c'mon Eva," he drawled, pouting his moist, pink lips at her. Eva looked away, knowing she was always unable to deal with that pleading look he perfected, "Or I could just read the blog post if you prefer..."

"Absolutely not," she shut that down very quickly. The only thing she treasured more than her cat or him was her secret blog, still swearing up and down that she'd never show him, "... I wrote about this girl who owes a debt to the Visigoth family, so they send her into the Blackwell manor and they give her this potion that infects her blood so if one of the brothers bite her, they die. The catch is that the potion is slowly killing her until vampire saliva is injected into her arteries. So the only way she can save her life is if the brothers bite her, but she ends up falling in love with one of them and yada-yada-yada. It's so cliché," she huffed, crossing her arms across her chest like a child.

Remington was amused to say the least. He rolled closer to her, his hand brushing up and down her bare knee, "I don't think so. It's an interesting angle. What part were you at before I came along?"

This had to be a test from God, it must've been a biblical test of patience for her. Eva shook her head, "I'm not answering that,"

"Why?"

"Remington..."

He lifted her feet into his lap and rolled the chair closer, her legs bending so he could rest his chin on her knee, "C'mon, please? I swear I won't laugh. I can't speak for Pluto,"

Eva rolled her eyes, nevertheless she knew he wasn't going to let this go. If there was one thing Remington had going for him, it was his persistency, "I was right about to dive into the cesspool of animalistic vampire sex that was so carnal it would make Morticia Addams blush,"

"... And your female protagonist -- does she bare a striking resemblance to someone I know?" he asked.

"... Maybe..."

He quirked his brow again, his intrigue fully peaked now. His fingertips tickled at the undersides of her thighs, reaching the hem of her cotton shorts and drifting down again. Eva swallowed back whatever uneasiness was bubbling in her throat, could pick off by the darkened look in his eyes that Remington was already up to no good.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"What?" he echoed back, feigning innocence.

"I get nervous when you look at me that way," she replied, her giggles bubbling with apprehension.

"Why? I could offer you some inspiration, if you need," he said.

"I don't have writers' block,"

"And?"

She couldn't lie that the masochist in her enjoyed how he toyed with her nerves. That being said, she enjoyed playing hard to get even more.

"You're ridiculous," she pushed him back with her foot before hopping off the desk.

"Me?" he gaped with mock insult, "You love me so what does that say about you?"

She smirked back, rocking back and forth on her heels, "That I probably need a psych eval,"

Remington's eyes narrowed and he gripped hard on the armrests of her chair. His head leaned back against the rest, his dark eyes fell into slits and his long dark hair fell at the sides of his face, and Eva swore she only saw him look so brooding once before.

"C'mere," he waved her over with his hand.

Eva shook her head, "No,"

"Please?" he leaned forward.

"Nope," she took a step back.

"Eva..."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Oh, you have no idea," and with that, he took off out of the chair. Eva took off a second later, a chase ensuing throughout their apartment. Squeals and childish laughter echoed through the air, likely heard by their neighbours but they couldn't give two shits.

Remington finally slid across the floor to grab Eva, lifting her by her waist and tossing her over his shoulder. She slapped at his butt, a futile attempt to get him to put her down but she was awash in joyful giggles that were just music to his ears.

She was still laughing when he tossed her down on the bed, quick to pin her arms over her head as he crawled on top of her. His lips crashed over hers in an instant, messy and rough and so devilishly hypnotizing. In and instant the mood in the room went from playful to carnal; no matter how Eva squirmed or tugged Remington refused to let her loose.

He was careful not to smother her with his weight, a sly smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her, "You're so cute,"

Eva's only coherent response was to stick her tongue out at him. Remington chuckled darkly, "I'm gonna' bite that tongue, young lady," he mused.

Remington wet his lips, flashing her a lascivious grin before he moved forward, bringing his lips just before hers. He breathed against her, teasing her with the idea of a kiss, before turning to the side and finding her neck.

Goosebumps freckled her skin as the heat of his breath hit her pulse point, and within a hot second, Eva was a goner. Remington's lips pressed against your throat, and the connection was so incredibly electric, her body tensed, currents crackling throughout her veins.

Eva squirmed as his teeth scraped across her skin, applying enough pressure in his bites to certainly leave a mark but not to puncture the skin. He let his lips brush back and forth over her collarbones, kissing her lightly before suckling hard. His teeth grazed over the warm skin, leaving soft red imprints, tongue darting out to lick at any marks he might have left behind, but before he could actually get his lips to suck the hickey he desperately wanted to lay on her skin, she called out to him.

"Remington," a moan of his name and he was pulled from her neck, lips detaching, still parted slightly, puffs of air slipping through his teeth. Driven on instinct and fed on her whines he craved to hear the moan again, see the marks imprint his mind once more,

“What is it?” he cooed, taking her face in his with one hand, eyes still lingering to the pretty marks, “Tell me what’s wrong?” he smiled when she bashfully looked away.

"Nothing's wrong," she groaned, but it was more than the eye could see. She was consumed by the power he had over her, was torn between how gentle he was being with her and simultaneously craved him to ravage her.

"I never thought about it until now," with no objections, he tore away the shorts and slowly from her body, gliding them down her legs, "But I think if Aldous had a lover that he would be very passionate... but he'd also be very impatient if he didn't get his way,"

Eva exhaled heavily, squirming as his fingers slid over her slit through her panties, "And if he was here right now what would he want?" she asked.

" -- He'd want to hear all the pretty sounds you make when your pussy is played with... just like this," two fingers were on her clit, rubbing in short, concentrated circles, "And if his lover liked to put up a fight, then he wouldn't stop until you surrendered to him; doesn't matter how many times he has to fuck you,"

Make noise she did, not that she could help it. Her hips bumped up with every pass, every twirl and manipulation on her clit had her silently begging for more. She mewled, struggling to pull her arms down for some little seam of control but Remington was relentless.

He pushed her against the mattress, looming over her with his incredible body. He completely swathed her, entirely controlling her pleasure as his lips drew sinfully arousing kisses on her neck, hungry and lustful while his fingers played calculated chords between her legs.

His teeth lightly nipped her skin before his tongue smoothed the ache, and he moved onto another part of her neck, ravaging it. She wriggled underneath him, exhilarated by his body pinning her into the wall, his hips pressing into hers — she didn’t ever want him to stop.

“It's okay, baby,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her head while he curled his fingers down and then upwards, brushing against that spot deep within her, “Talk to me,” he encouraged.

“Feels good,” she whimpered, almost whining when he slid his fingers out of her and dragged his fingertips over her clit, “So fucking good.”

“I can tell,” he chuckled, sliding two fingers back in, “You’re opening up for me,”

“F-fuck,” she moaned brokenly, turning and burying her face into the crook of his arm. Remington sped up the pace of his fingers after, her sinful moans only spurring him on.

“You gonna come?” he whispered and she nodded, gaping when his lips reattached to her neck and he sucked hard, “Go ahead baby, come for me,"

“Rem,” she gasped, her back arching against his chest when he used his thumb to brush against her clit.

“Be good and come on my fingers baby,” he whispered, filthy words pushing her over the precipice, her orgasm rippling from the top of her head to the ends of her toes.

Remington felt a surge of power, easing her legs wide as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her, lips dragging down to fresh skin around her chest and bringing more hickeys to the surface, sucking on her like a god damn vampire.

#palaye royale #remington leith #emerson barrett #sebastian danzig #remington palaye royale #remington leith imagine #remington leith smut #original story #original female character #eva kuznetsov #tonight is the night i die #vampirism #kinda #band blog #band imagine blog #band imagines

19 notes · View notes

strange-birb · 2 years ago

Text

More Remington Tim lol

I can’t get it out of my head… tim would . He would….

He would be a menace in stage and I want his family (except Jason and Steph) to be horrified!!! 🤣

first post

JASON

STEPH

CASS

ROY

2K notes · View notes

burningbridgesblacknblue · 5 years ago

Link

Hi! Here’s that Remi Story I made mention of earlier!

#palaye royale #remington leith #palaye royale imagine #palaye royale scenario #remington leith imagine #remington leith scenario #altmusic fiction #inkitt #enjoy #let me know what you think #fanfic authors #palaye royale fanfic #the royale court

10 notes · View notes

the-world-is-spinning-round · 2 years ago

Text

Sympathy For The Devil - Remington Leith fan fiction (Spooktober Writing Challenge)

Despite the sun having long set, Remington remained in bed, staring up at the ceiling.

There was no point in getting up; he had nothing to do, nowhere to go, no-one to see. Being immortal took a lot of the urgency out of life: when Remington had been alive, he had always been in a rush to go somewhere or experience something to meet someone, but now he was dead…what was the point? It wasn’t like he was ever going to run out of time.

Sighing, Remington rolled over and buried his face in his pillows.

He was tired, and even though he’d just woken up, he already wanted nothing more than just to go back to sleep.

It was unfortunate that vampires couldn’t sleep while the sun was down. And it was just as unfortunate that his brothers were equally aware of that fact as Remington was.

A moment later, Sebastian strode into Remington’s room, glaring disapprovingly at Remington where he was still in bed:

“Were you planning on getting out of bed today?” he asked critically: “We have the new staff coming in less than an hour.”

Remington sighed again.

He had forgotten about the new staff coming to work in the house today. Sebastian had discussed it with him, but time was an unfathomable concept to Remington at the moment, and he would be hard pushed to say if that discussion had been two days ago or two months ago.

Sebastian wouldn’t understand that, though. He didn’t understand anything about how Remington felt at the moment, couldn’t see how immortality that left Remington tired and numb. He always wanted Remington to get up and do things, meet people, make the most of his vampiric after-life - and there was no point fighting him on it.

Remington pulled himself up and staggered out of bed, raising an eyebrow at Sebastian: “Happy now?”

“I’ll be happy when you put some clothes on.” Sebastian rolled his eyes: “Get dressed. We have to pretend to be human, at least for a little bit.”

He turned on his heel and left, leaving Remington alone to find an outfit that would project ‘wealthy and self-absorbed mysterious young man’, but not require too much effort to get into.

He got as far as pulling on the trousers when he was interrupted by one of the windows on the far side of his room sliding open.

Turning, he saw one leg slide through the now open window, then a torso, before the intruder straightened as they finished climbing inside and closed the window behind them, revealing them to be a young woman dressed in a simple dark blue dress and clean white apron, with her hair pinned up in a tidy bun on top of her head. She took a deep breath, before sighing in what sounded like…relief?

Remington knew he should be annoyed…but instead he was just vaguely interested in who this young woman breaking into his room was, and why she was relieved to be here.

“Was there a reason you’re breaking into my bedroom?” he asked, when it looked like the woman was ready to turn around.

And turn around she did, when she heard his voice, blushing deeply and stuttering from nerves: “Oh shit, I’m so sorry! I thought there was no-one in here, ‘cause it was dark and all.”

It was dark because, with their eyesight, Remington and his brothers didn’t need lights to see, even at night…but he could see why the human would think a dark room would mean an empty room: “So, why are you breaking into empty rooms, then?”

The blush, somehow, managed to burn on her cheeks and even brighter red.

For a vampire, it was an intriguing sight.

For the part of Remington that was still human, it was actually quite charming.

“I, um, was hoping to hide out for a while, and then leave.” the woman admitted: “My parents brought me here to work, but…I don’t want to be a maid.”

Remington nodded; he understood wanting to hide away from things you didn’t want to do, sometimes it was the easiest way to keep yourself from being miserable: “Makes sense.”

“Really?” the woman asked, raising an eyebrow at Remington suspiciously. Which also made sense; Remington would also be suspicious of someone agreeing that breaking into a house to hide from something you didn’t want to do, if he wasn’t so…jaded.

As it was, he merely shrugged and decided to just be honest…at least as much as he could be: “I was also trying to hide up here. Unfortunately, my brother found me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” the woman replied, sounding genuinely sympathetic.

It made a nice change.

Remington was used to “tough love” or placation or well-meaning advice - none of his friends truly understood how he was feeling, and none of them really tried to commiserate with him about it. They loved him, and they wanted the best for him, he knew that, but…it made a nice change to hear something that sounded so honestly sympathetic to his situation.

Nice enough that, for the first time in what felt like a long, long time Remington felt like he actually wanted to do something.

And that something was run away.

Specifically with this woman.

He couldn’t explain why - it was an impulsive and potentially idiotic decision, but for some reason it just felt right.

“What’s your name?” Remington asked her.

The woman seemed a little thrown by the sudden change in subject, but not upset: “Rose.”

“Thank you, Rose; you’re the first person to be honestly sympathetic to me.” Remington explained: “Which is why I was wondering…do you want to get out of here together?”

“I don’t even know your name.” Rose protested…but Remington could see that she was tempted.

“I’m Remington - I believe the brother who disrupted my plan to hide in here is the same man who wanted you to arrive here as a maid, and honestly? I think we should both tell him to shove his ideas, and leave.”

Rose frowned for a few seconds, obviously considering her situation and the options open to her.

Remington didn’t push: didn’t try and force her to make any moves that she didn’t actually want to make - but he couldn’t deny that with each passing second, his anxiety was growing. He hadn’t thought about how he might feel if she turned him down; he’d been so caught up in the sudden feeling of feeling something again that he’d acted on pure impulse, but now the numbness was creeping in again as he started to think about what would happen if Rose didn’t want to leave with him.

Please don’t reject me.

Finally, though, Rose picked up a clean shirt thrown over the chair next to the window, and slung it in Remington’s direction: “I know we don’t know each other, but I am not the kind of woman to run off with a half-dressed man. Once you’re presentable though…”

Remington grinned.

Twenty minutes later, he and Rose had snuck out of the house into the stables, made quick work of stealing one of Sebastian’s horses, and were riding out into the forest together.

And Remington was still smiling.

#Remington Leith #Remington Leith fan fiction #Remington Leith fan fic #Remington Leith fanfic #Remington Leith imagine #Remington Leith drabble #Spooktober #mine

18 notes · View notes

remingt0nleith · 5 years ago

Text

grave insecurities • remington leith imagine.

A/N: This was a request!! The requester wanted an imagine where Remington essentially helps her with her confidence. I hope everyone likes it! Remember you all deserve to love yourselves and there’s nothing wrong with seeking help if you need it. xx

Remington wrapped an arm around his longtime girlfriend Abbey and placed a gentle kiss against her cheek. She replied by smiling at him, taking the time to appreciate his features: dark eyes lined in messy black eyeliner, freshly dyed hair, and the way his tattoos spilled across his naked chest. Every day she grew prouder of her man and the rapidly growing success of his band, but as his fame grew so did her insecurities. Abbey was gorgeous with long hair that looked amazing in a braid and glasses that highlighted one of her best features, her eyes. Remington told her every day how stunning she was, constantly complimenting her and showering her in love, yet the compliments fell on deaf ears as Abbey struggled to believe him.

The truth was her insecurities became magnified once she was thrown into the rockstar world as she (and to her dismay Remington) were often in the presence of absolutely breathtaking women. She wasn’t outwardly a jealous type, never chastising the singer for the occasional glance at a pretty woman, and she never felt anything but happy to see him interacting with fans.

He knew that she had self-esteem issues and he did his best to reassure her of his love and commitment but truly Remington didn’t know how deep her insecurities were. Sebastian drew his brother away from Abbey, needing him to look at a potential touring schedule for the upcoming summer season, she took this opportunity to excuse herself to the restroom.

The three brothers shared an apartment in Los Angeles where friends and the boys’ respective partners were always welcome to stay. The bathroom had a full-length mirror on the back wall where everyone often sat to do their makeup or take selfies to showcase outfits. Abbey plopped down on the plush rug taking in her features through misty eyes -- how come she couldn’t see what everyone else did?

Removing her glasses, she wiped away her tears while saying out loud things she didn’t like about herself, something she knew was toxic to her self-image yet she couldn’t help herself and often did this a few times a week, always away from others.

Burying her head in her hands to allow herself to freely cry, she was unaware of the presence in the room until she felt arms wrapping around her small frame. Too ashamed to uncover her face she continued to cry as Remington held her, whispering comforting words into her hair.

“Baby girl, you don’t know how much it breaks my heart to hear you say those things about yourself.”

He murmured while gently pulling her hands away from her face to get a better look at her in the mirror.

Abbey didn’t say anything at first too ashamed at being caught, all she wanted to do was curl into a ball and pretend this didn’t happen. Instead, she made eye-contact with Remington in the mirror and simply shrugged before speaking.

“I honestly don’t see an issue with it since it’s how I feel.”

She whispered softly, small voice barely audible despite the close proximity in which the pair sat.

Remington did his best to hide his own growing sadness at his girlfriend’s confession. He instantly felt guilty, mind racing with possibilities -- was it his fault? Did he not compliment her enough? Show her enough affection? Was he too distracted by the band to notice these red flags?

Resting his chin atop her head, he returned the eye contact in the mirror, choosing to list every feature about her which he loved. The more features he listed, the more Abbey’s mood cheered up until she was smiling and laughing at the compliments. Glad to see her mood lifted Remington knew it was just a temporary fix -- a band-aid over a bigger issue.

He knew that her self-confidence wasn’t going to be fixed just from his opinion of her, this was something she needed to overcome because she needed to realize her worth and beauty not just hear it from others. Once Abbey was in a better mood, Remington gently brought up the idea of therapy, using his own personal experience as a catalyst for the suggestion. He started to go to therapy when he was younger and continued to visit his therapist whenever his schedule permitted. It was something he thought highly of and sensing this, Abbey accepted his suggestion.

The couple made plans to research nearby therapists the following day and Remington assured her he would be by her side every step of the way. Abbey left the bathroom feeling optimistic about the future, she knew this was going to be a long journey but she was happy to have the support from her boyfriend and friends. She was determined now more than ever to see the light inside herself and start the journey to appreciate how great of a person she really was.

#remington leith #remington leith fic #remington leith imagine #palaye royale fic #palaye royale imagine

61 notes · View notes