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62 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

Hiiiii!

Are you open for a tiny request, Love? It's cool if you're not but in case you are (and that's entirely too many words there lol), could you do something fluffy with Remington? Like a movie night with lots of cuddles and fun and comfort? I need a hug lol

I also wouldn't say no to some smut but that's your decision

Anyway, you're amazing <3

Love you

OK I'm sorry it took so long!!! Anyway there might be a fluffy smutty part 2 idk :)

Movie Night

Remington Leith x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Summary: Remington and Y/N have a fun movie night

It had been a week. A long week. The kind of long, endless week that had you lying face down on the couch groaning the moment you got home. You wanted your snuggliest PJs, your best friends, boyfriend, movies and some pizza. But people were busy. And there was work to do. And cleaning. And a tonne of other responsibilities falling down onto your shoulders, and you were exhausted.

When your cat came up to give you an affectionate headbutt, you couldn't help but think why couldn't life for humans be as simple as a house cat? You get fed, loved, you play all day and night and do what you want? It was while you were pondering philosophies and cats that you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You frowned. Please don't be anyone important, please don't be stressful, please don't...

Oh. It was your boyfriend, Remington. You shuffled yourself around on the couch, rolling over and barely avoiding tumbling off as you answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, how are you doing?” Remington's voice was a comforting sound on the other end of the phone.

“I'm good, you??” You shot back immediately, so quick that Remington got suspicious.

“..Riiight, I don't believe that but I'm not gonna push you right now. I'm actually not doing so good,” he said, slowly, “Today has just been shitty, and anyway I was wondering if you're free?”

“Ah, yeah, when?”

“Um, now? It's OK if not, I get that there's a lot going on it's just that, I dunno, I miss you.” His voice was so soft and sweet and you could almost picture him scrunching up his face a little and rubbing the back of his neck. The image melted your heart. How was he so impossibly cute all the time?

“I'm free, and I miss you too, trust me.”

It had been a few weeks since the two of you had seen each other, Remington was busy writing and recording his and his brother's new album, and you were busy with work and family responsibilities. There wasn't much time to see each other, and it was breaking both of your hearts. But you tried not to think about it, you talked every day anyway. But seeing him tonight would definitely revive you.

“So, got any ideas?” you asked, changing the mood to something lighter.

“Would it be OK if I come over? I just feel like staying in, but I also can't stand being away from you any longer, and I really can't handle another hour alone with my brothers.” Remington laughed a little and you smiled without meaning to, only able to imagine the nonsense the boys had gotten up to that day, let alone week.

“'Course! Just, um, give me a few, OK? I'm a bit of a mess at the moment.” You thought of the pile of clothes all around your room and the stack of dishes.

“Aw baby, you know I don't care about any of that, but if it makes you feel better would half an hour be good?”

“Yeah, it should be.” There was silence as the conversation started to end, then you spoke. “Oh! Wait, would it be annoying if I ask you to bring some dinner? I don't have it in me to cook.”

“Sure! What do you feel like?”

“Ah, surprise me, I trust you.” You smiled into the phone and could just about feel him smiling back. He let out a slight laugh of delight and you both said your good byes and got ready.

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one-shotsforher · 3 years ago

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About Damn Time *Remington Leith One Shot*

A/N: What follows is smut about Remington Leith from Palaye Royale I saw them recently with Yungblud and they were amazing and I’m in love so here you go I know its been five years since I updated and this doesn’t necessarily mean I’m back but here you go here is something

Word Count: 2,353

I sighed to myself and rolled over again. It was almost four thirty in the morning and I wasn’t able to fall asleep. I had been trying and failing for the last two and a half hours. Tonight was just one of those nights.

With another frustrated sigh I sat up, “hey google turn on the bedroom light,” I called quietly into the darkness.

With a quick okay and a flash the overhead light in my room came on. I searched first for my phone which in my tossing and turning had gotten lost in my blanket. I found it and decided to scroll Instagram. The first image set that came up was that of my friend and roommate Remington. He and his brothers are in a band and had recently done a photo shoot for some up coming promo they had planned.

The photo set was of him in a plaid skirt shirtless goofing off in a pool. The first photo of him looking down at the camera I had to admit was rather attractive. Don’t get me wrong he was basically my best friend but I wasn’t blind he was basically perfect.

There was a knock at my door a subtle tap that pulled me out of my thoughts. Thoughts that had been running rampant lately teasing me with what could be if I was willing to take a chance. Thoughts that showed to me only the good out come not the most likely outcome. The one where I ruin a friendship and make living here weird for the both of us.

“Come in,” I call shaking my head to clear it quickly before Rem steps in. He’s shirtless and in just his black boxers and gray sweats. Sweats that hung low enough to expose the deep v by his hips and the top of his boxers.

“What are you doing up,” he asked rubbing his eyes. I responded with a shrug of my shoulders and tossed my phone to the side making sure to lock it first to avoid his prying eye seeing himself plastered on my screen. “Well since you’re awake do you mind if I hang out here I can’t sleep either?” He asked already making his way to my bed.

“Sure,” I said making room for him on the right side of the bed. This wasn’t an unusual thing for the two of us we usually hung out when either of us couldn’t sleep. Having Rem as a roommate was interesting to say the least. Him and his brothers spent a lot of time touring so sometimes we could go months without seeing each other. This was actually Rem’s second day back after a brief European tour.

“Are you still jet lagged?” I asked not sure how long something like that might last for him.

“A bit but mostly I’ve just got a lot on my mind,” he said with a tired shrug.

“Oh yeah like what?” I asked laying down and turning to face him.

“I dunno, just stuff,” he said shrugging again before sliding down into the same position I was in.

I was on my back with my head turned to face him and he was also on his back head turned to face me. We laid there shoulder to shoulder in silence for a moment before I spoke, “You know you can tell me anything,” I said softly reaching out a hand to brush his hair off his forehead. His normal spiky hair was a slept in mess standing up in some places and across his forehead in others.

He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers with mine gently. It was moments like this moments when it was just us two quiet no one else in the world knowing that made my imagination run wild. If we could stay like this if we could just be us for even a little while then maybe I could give in. Give in to my every urge and instinct be with him in the one way I really wanted to.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked his hand dropping mine to mimic my earlier actions brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes. His warm skin brushed against mine sending a chill down my spine.

“You,” I admitted giving him a warm smile behind my words.

“What about me?” He asked his voice low and quiet.

“Your lips,” I mumbled glancing at his lips then his eyes. I guess I made the decision to go with my imagination and hope for the best. This was a conversation we had had multiple times in my head. I only hoped he got his side of the imaginary script and would play along.

His lips pulled into a smirk before he spoke, “what about my lips?”

I hesitated for a second before continuing to speak, “just wondering what they might feel like pressed against mine.”

“Why don’t we find out?” He questioned shifting his position to lay on his side. Was this really happening was I about to kiss Remington? He leaned over me his face inches from mine breath fanning over my face.

I held my breath not moving for fear of making the wrong move. He inches closer his lips pressing gently to mine. My mind began to swim and when my breathing came back it was heavy. I felt Remington begin to pull away knowing the soft gentle kiss was about to end I shuffled up pressing my lips closer to his deepening the kiss. His brief movements away from me now forgotten he pressed his lips meeting mine fully the gentle kiss becoming more heated.

Remington broke the kiss and pulled back his breathing as heavy as mine. Before I could make another move he pressed his lips back to mine and I brought my hand to his face to hold him there. I parted my lips slowly and Rem took the cue to press his tongue against mine. I let my hand trail into his hair gripping it tightly in my fist.

Remington let out a groan and I moved back onto the pillows pulling him with me. His hands found my hips and I parted my legs so he could lay on top of me. His hands pushed up my top but we didn’t break the kiss to remove it he just explored the exposed skin. One of his hands grazed over my breast and it was my turn to groan into the kiss. “Fuck Rem, I want you,” I whined quietly against his lips.

“Are you sure?” He whispered back his eyes searching mine.

“Yes,” I assured him.

A smile broke out across his face, “god you dont know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

He proceeded to pull my shirt over my head and pulled his pants down. I pulled my shorts down leaving the both of us in our underwear. Before I could get anxious about being half naked in front of my friend his lips met mine and shut down any insecurity I could have had. His lips were rough this time eager for more. They didn’t stay on mine long they soon found my neck kissing sucking and biting all the right spots. “Mm fuck Remington,” I moaned tugging at his hair again. His hands found their way to my panties. Slowly and teasingly he started to rub me through the thin lace fabric causing me to swear again.

The contact was good but no where near enough. I bucked my hips up begging him silently for more. “No no, love,” he chided quietly, “I’ll be taking my time here… enjoying every second,” he spoke his fingers doing a little walk up my center to my belly button. His teeth came down on my collar bone just as his fingers went back to rubbing me through the now damp fabric of my underwear. I couldn’t help but gasp as the circles he rubbed got harder.

I reached down quickly pushing away his hand and discarded my panties over the side of the bed before he could stop me or say anything. “Someone’s very eager,” he said with a laugh now admiring my fully naked form.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I said pulling his face to mine and pressing our lips together for what felt like the hundredth time that night. I wanted him so bad it hurt and I wasn’t happy with his teasing. I wrapped a leg around him and pushed him over so I was on top all the while keeping his lips locked with mine.

I rotated my hips into his loving the sounds he made, “fuck, (Y/N),” he swore and moved us again so he was back on top. His hands found my wrists and he pinned them above my head using one hand to hold them and the other to trail my body. “Is this what you want?” He questioned as his fingers danced nearer to my core. I couldn’t speak I felt so turned on I just wanted him to touch me to do something. I nodded my head slowly keeping my eyes on his, “use your words,” he demanded his fingers stopping just above where I needed him.

“Yes, touch me please,” I choked out. With a smirk he let his fingers continue down to my clit rubbing in slow deliberate circles. I let out a quiet moan enjoying the pleasure but needing more.

“I love seeing you like this,” he spoke quietly his lips finding my neck again. His fingers danced harder and faster over my sensitive center and a wave of pleasure corded through me from the sensations. His movements ceased and he dipped one finger down into me causing my eyes to screw shut at the new feeling.

One finger quickly became two and he moved them in a swift rhythm. I was nothing short of a moaning mess. “I’m I’m gonna… gonna,” I mumbled out not being able to finish my thought.

“Not till I tell you,” he growled slowing down and pulling out. He took his fingers and pressed them to my lips. I opened my mouth letting him slip his fingers passed my lips licking them clean. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and pulled down his boxers. He lined himself up and entered me slowly. I moaned at the feeling of him stretching me. I arched my back my chest pressing to his. He groaned in my ear and let out a sigh as he sank in fully. We both waited and I held my breath waiting for myself to adjust.

When I finally adjusted and could breath again he started to move. I moaned quietly my nails finding his back as he picked up the pace.

We both moaned and swore as we got closer. Slowly but surly I got closer and closer, “ugh rem please please I’m so close,” I moaned and scratched at his back.

“Not yet,” he breathed pulling out completely, my inevitable release was delayed again. I let out a frustrated sigh “turn over,” he commanded.

I did as told and turned over my hips and ass in the air. Slowly I felt him sink back in and the pleasure picked up again. The heat between my thighs felt like it could burn us both. By this point I was dripping wet and way beyond ready for my orgasm to take me over but he had other thoughts. He drilled into me placing one hand on my back for leverage the other on my hip to help rock me back into him. Over and over with each thrust the pleasure increased and I thought about not saying anything this time but I couldn’t hold back, “oh ah fuck Rem.”

“Not yet beautiful,” he spoke pulling out of me again. I wanted to scream I wanted to fight but I was getting so exhausted from the constant denial of release that I could barely breath. Rem turned me back over a smirk on his face, “I wanna see your face,” he said pulling me up onto his lap.

He kissed me gently a sweet kiss compared to the previous heat and passion we had been sharing. Slowly while his lips were preset to mine he slid into me again. I broke the kiss and let out a loud moan. “Fu-uck Remington,” I called and I heard him chuckle slightly.

“You look so good like this,” he cooed, “my cock deep inside you your head thrown back just beautiful.”

“Ah fuck fuck fuck,” I cried I was so close I could taste it this time and if he denied me again I don’t think I could take it. “Please please please Rem,” I begged.

“Please what baby girl tell me what you want.”

“Please let me cum, please please I need to cum,” I cried my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Let it go baby,” he said finally letting me give in. I shook and writhed on top of him my orgasm pulsating through me.

“Ah fuck,” he called releasing into me. His thrusting slowed to a stop and the two of us tried to catch our breath. I rested my head on his shoulder and let out a laugh, “What?” He asked pulling my face up to look at him.

“That was… intense,” I spoke with another laugh, “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“About damn time,” he said laughing with me.

I pulled myself out of his grasp and reached for my shirt that was on the floor. I pulled both my shirt and panties on and threw myself back down onto the pillows. Rem pulled on his boxers and laid next to me. “I think I can sleep now?” I mumbled curling myself into his chest.

“Good, me too,” He said wrapping his arm around me.

“Hey google turn off the bedroom light,” I called into the now too bright room. With a quick okay the light turned off leaving both of us in the dark.

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sleekervae · 1 year ago

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Surrender | Remington x Eva

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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.

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strange-birb · 1 year ago

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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!!! 🤣

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JASON

STEPH

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

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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.

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remingt0nleith · 3 years ago

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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.

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kill-the-rockstar · 4 years ago

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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

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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.

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written-on-the-trees · 4 years ago

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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.

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Hello! Could I get a Remington Leith imagine? Either featuring them in quarantine or something involving their new song? Thank you so much!

A/N: Thank you so much for sending in a request!! I’ve been going crazy during this quarantine (I gave myself bangs and they actually turned out decent I’m gonna be dyeing my hair half orange half black if you guys want a picture when I finally get the dye and do it) but I hope you’re doing good during all this craziness!! Also, I wrote this on mobile at 2 in the morning so if it’s not good I’m blaming it on that

You laid in bed as Remington got ready to go over to his brothers house, singing along to the music he had playing from his speaker. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? It’s just gonna be the Sebastian and Emerson with their girlfriends. Oh! And the puppy’s!” Remington said as he kept straightening his hair. “As much as I want to see the puppies I’ll probably stay here, I don’t want to brush my hair,” Remington chuckled as he put the straightener down and unplugged it, putting gel in his hair to get it just the right amount of spikey.

“I see how it is, don’t wanna spend any time with me,” Remington mumbled as he sat on the bed to put his shoes on. “Baby, we’ve spent almost every moment together since you got back. You literally followed me into the bathroom while I took a shit the other day.” “We were having a conversation!” You shook your head at your boyfriend as you sat up, motioning for him to hug you. “Tell everyone I said hi and that I miss them,” you said into his shoulder as he held you. “I will.”

He kissed the top of your head before grabbing his jacket and keys, shouting he’d be back in a bit as he walked towards the door to leave. “Be safe!” “I always am!”

After a while longer of laying in bed, you decided to get up and clean a little bit before starting to work on lunch/dinner. Honestly, you didn’t really know what meal it was, having finally eaten dinner at 2 in the morning the night before.

It didn’t take long to pick up, mainly just putting Remingtons clothes back in the closet or in the laundry basket. When you were about to start dinner, you got the notification that they went live. You chuckled when you got on and Remington was holding Pepper and ignoring his brothers, only looking up when he heard Emerson mention that you had joined.

“Hi babe!” Remington said as he used Peppers paw to wave. You type a hi into the chat then set you phone up so you could still watch but start getting dinner ready.

By the time you had everything cooking, the boys got off the live. Remington sent you a text saying his was on his way home and excited to get back to cuddling. Once you finally turned on some music you had decided it wasn’t loud enough so you grabbed Remington’s speaker from the bathroom. Once your phone was connected, you clicked shuffle again and went back to cooking.

An excited gasp escaped your mouth when their new song came on, you turning the speaker up as loud as it could go. You started singing along and dancing around the kitchen, the food now just waiting to be put on a plate. During your little concert you didn’t notice Remington come in and take off his shoes.

“Jesus Christ Remington! Don’t fucking scare me like that!” You shouted as laughed, no longer singing along. “I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t help it,” he apologized as he walked over to you and put his arms around your waist. He helped you plate dinner, still singing along to the song coming through the speaker.

After the two of you finished dinner, Remington grabbed the plates and put them in the sink. Before you could suggest that you get them done he grabbed you and pulled you to the living room. He put on an old Elvis record then grabbed your hand and put his other on your hip. When you looked at him confused he chuckled, placing a kiss to your forehead. “We’re slow dancing you dummy,” he responded, chuckling again when the realization showed on your face.

You let him pull you close, loving every second of him holding you. “I love you so much Remmy,” you mumbled into him, placing a kiss where your face rested.

“As much as I love touring and meet the fans, I think being able to hold you every night and kiss you awake tops any feeling they could give me. I love you so fucking much (Y/N).”

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