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

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Cold - Emerson Barrett fan fiction (Spooktober Writing Challenge)

It was unseasonably cold, even for October.

Even as a vampire, and therefore usually impervious to temperature, Emerson was feeling the chill in the air. He stayed inside the house as much as possible, and tried to keep himself either in his bedroom or the family parlour, where there was always a fire roaring in the fireplace.

Sebastian and Remington were much the same - Sebastian remaining in bed with his newly-turned wife, and Remington skulking around wrapped in at least one blanket on top of his usual clothes.

Truth be told, it was an idea Emerson was about to steal for his own use.

He didn’t care about how many strange looks Remington received from the staff, or how many strange looks he would receive if he were to take up the same practice. It was almost unbearably cold - and only getting worse.

At night, more snow blanketed the ground. Each morning, there was a thicker layer of frost on the windows. Every time Emerson emerged from his bed, the air felt even more frigid.

It was miserable, and Emerson hated it.

Because on top of everything else, it was getting harder and harder to feed. No-one wanted to come to a party in this weather, and there was only so much four vampires could feed on the same household, even with multiple members of staff on hand to drink from - especially when one of those vampires was newly-turned and only watched over by her adoring husband, who would never, ever want to upset his wife.

Emerson was happy for Sebastian and Larissa, he truly was, but if they killed another maid or scullery boy…Emerson was going to be pissed.

And at a loss for how to explain a third mysterious death.

Two was more than enough, and most of the staff were already on edge from an unfortunate combination of fear and the cold - it wouldn’t take much to turn them into an angry mob, and prompt them to come after Emerson, Remington, Sebastian, and Larissa.

Of course, the four of them would likely be fine; there wasn’t a lot two dozen humans could do to four healthy vampires, but Emerson didn’t want to turn on the staff.

Or, perhaps more accurately, Emerson didn’t want to turn on a specific member of the staff.

“Good morning, Miss Francis.”

Miss Francis, Cora, one of the new maids, turned to Emerson with a polite smile: “Good morning, Mr Kropp.”

Emerson smiled as Cora crossed the room to where he was sitting in front of the fireplace with a silver tea tray balanced carefully in her hands.

Like most of the other women in the house, she had taken to wearing as many layers as possible - her nightdress under her summer uniform under her winter uniform, but despite the amount of clothing she was wearing, he was still hit with the scent of lemon soap, clean cotton, and something that was indescribably her.

It had taken him a while to not be stunned by Cora whenever she came into a room - not just because of her scent, but because of her…everything. His brothers may laugh at her inarticulateness, but Emerson didn’t care; he was stunned by everything about May, and he didn’t care what anyone had to say about it.

Or he wouldn’t, if he was actually brave enough to ever speak to anyone about his infatuation.

He wasn’t, and was sure he wouldn’t ever be, especially not to Cora herself. Despite what people may think of him - the artist, the eccentric, the addict - Emerson was not stupid: he was very aware of the power imbalance between himself and Cora: he was her employer, and a creature from her nightmares, and she was a young human who admitted herself that she didn’t have much of a life outside of her work.

Emerson might be what many people called a monster, but would never want to abuse his position of power over Cora, or put her in a situation where she was uncomfortable. He was a vampire, not a bastard.

“Would you like me to pour you some tea, Mr. Kropp?” Cora asked, putting the tea tray on the low table in front of the sofa he was sitting on.

“Yes, thank you Miss Francis.”

Cora smiled, and busied herself with pouring a cup of tea for Emerson.

Emerson pretended to be absorbed by the book in his hands, but the whole time he watched Cora, fascinated with her every action, just as he always was.

Normally it was because he was just fascinated with her in general, but today he couldn’t help but see the faint trembling of her hands, the frighteningly pale ends of her fingers compared to their usual warm tone.

A second more inspection, and he saw the shivering racking her whole body, even with all her clothes, and the drawn expression that she was trying to hide under her usual polite smile.

Emerson had been thinking of how cold he was, even as a vampire who was somewhat immune to temperatures, but he hadn’t thought for a second how the humans in the house had been handling the sudden drop in temperatures - especially when they had no choice but to be away from the warmth of fires and extra blankets.

Guilt and shame brought a lump to his throat - and before he could even think he had opened his mouth and started speaking: “Would you join me for a cup, Miss Ferguson?”

Cora looked up: stunned: “Excuse me, Mr Kropp?”

“I asked if you would like to join me for some tea,” Emerson repeated, deciding that as he’d already potentially crossed a line, he may as well be clear about it…and equally clear that it was completely her choice: “And only if you want to, of course. Or you could take some tea with you. I just noticed that you appeared to be cold and thought some tea may serve to warm you. I don’t mean to be untoward, please do not think you must tread lightly here, if you do not want to join me then - ”

“I’d be very happy to have tea with you, Mr Kropp.” Cora gently interrupted, smiling.

Emerson, deciding that he’d spoken quite enough and certainly made a fool of himself, silently shifted over on the sofa to create some room for Cora as she made up a second cup of tea.

She sat next to him when he gestured to the space he’d created, and even with the distance between them, Emerson was painfully aware of the shivers still coursing through Cora’s body. He wanted to ignore it, sure that it would ease after a few moments of the fire and some tea…but he couldn’t.

“Would you…” he swallowed his nerves and stared down into his tea cup, finding himself unable to look at Cora as she looked at him: “...would you like a blanket?”

Cora was silent for a few seconds.

Emerson didn’t blame her; he was being strange. He knew he was being strange, but he…he didn’t know how he could help her without behaving oddly. It wasn’t normal for someone in his position to try and help someone in Cora’s position - but he couldn’t not try to help her.

He might appear strange. But he’d rather she think him mad and be warm than stick to status quo and leave her cold.

Eventually, Cora did reply, her voice soft and uncertain: “I would, thank you.”

Desperate to end this awkwardness, Emerson hurried to wrap a blanket over Cora’s shoulders…and found himself with his arm (and the blanket) wrapped around her.

He knew instantly he should move away…but he didn’t…and neither did Cora.

They looked at each other for a few long moments, before Cora nervously turned back to her tea…and leaned into Emerson’s side.

A stronger man would have subtly leaned away: politely rejecting Cora and remembering his desire to not put Cora in an awkward situation, no matter how much he himself may enjoy that situation.

But Emerson was not a strong man.

Emerson genuinely did not want to make Cora uncomfortable, not in any way, but he couldn’t bring himself to reject her. He didn’t care if this was just an attempt on her part to warm herself up, he would take any form of affection she had to offer him, for however long she was willing to offer it.

And he’d enjoy every second.

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written-on-the-trees · 4 years ago

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Cookie Dough For Breakfast - Emerson Barrett Fan Fiction

Prompt: Baking Cookies

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1075 words

Summary: Kitchen floor crying sessions are good for the soul. Eating cookie dough for breakfast in bed with your boyfriend is even better.

Angel carefully measured out eighty grams of muscovado sugar, the last ingredient she needed to bake the cookies she was craving.

The house was quiet around her, the winter morning still dark and empty. It was peaceful, and perfect for baking chocolate chip cookies. Or, at least, it was as far as Angel was concerned…but maybe that was more because she only baked cookies when she was stressed.

Christmas was getting…a bit much this year.

It was the first year Angel had spent it completely away from her friends and family, and it was making her feel unsettled. Even if she didn’t see them on Christmas Day itself, she always saw them at some point around the festive season…but between moving to Las Vegas to live with her boyfriend, and the travel restrictions, and the fact that Covid-19 cases were still super high in Tennessee, where all her family were living, Angel was going to spend her first Christmas without seeing any of her family.

She knew it was the sensible decision. If she went home, there was a high risk she’d contract Covid, give it to all her family, and then come back just in time to give it to Emerson had his family before developing symptoms and realising what had happened. It would kill her to know she’d inflicted that on the people she loved, and just reminding herself of that risk was enough to validate her decision to stay in Nevada.

…It didn’t mean she was happy, though.

Angel tried to work out her frustration out via creaming together the softened butter, white sugar, and muscovado sugar, but even once the mixture was smooth and even-coloured, she still felt emotionally wobbly.

Like the smallest thing is going to knock me off balance.

There wasn’t really a much better way to describe it. Even if she kind if thought she should be happier, or at least a little more satisfied, because she knew she was doing the right thing, Angel still felt like she just wasn’t prepared to face her reality. She couldn’t even put her finger on why she felt that way, besides the obvious reason - which shouldn’t matter because it was the right thing to do – all she knew was that she felt unstable.

And sad.

That sadness made her feel even more wobbly, more unstable, which made her feel sadder, which left her yet more unsettled…

Which led to her silently crying on the kitchen floor, cookie mixture abandoned on the counter while she slumped to the floor and buried her face in her hands.

It’s all just too much…

Angel bit the inside of her cheek to muffle the sob that wanted to escape her chest, not wanting to disturb Emerson. She felt silly, missing her family to the point of tears, when she was a grown woman and they were all at the end of the phone, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to cry. Or from having to bite the inside of her cheek so hard that she started tasting blood.

She was about to force herself to get up and get some water to wash the taste of iron out of her mouth, when warm arms enveloped her in a tight embrace.

Opening her eyes, Angel blushed when she saw Emerson peering at her in concern: eyes hazy from sleep and squinted against the light of the kitchen after the darkness of their bedroom.

Emerson didn’t say a word, and Angel didn’t either. He just sat on the floor behind her, his legs on either side hers, and his arms wrapped around her torso, chin tucked on her shoulder. He let her cry until she was done, slumped back against him, eyes itching and nose blocked, feeling bone-tired, but a little bit lighter than she had when she’d woken up and decided to stress-bake. A little more willing to listen…which was probably why Emerson chose that moment to finally speak to her:

“It’ll be okay.” he told her softly.

“I know…it just doesn’t feel like it yet.”

Emerson squeezed his arms gently: “You don’t have to feel like it will be yet…but you don’t have to deal with it on your own, either. If there’s anything I can do to make it easier for you, tell me.”

“You’re already doing it.”

“Maybe wake me up next time, then?” Emerson asked: “I don’t like the thought of you crying on the kitchen floor on your own.”

Well, when he puts it like that, it does sound bad…

Angel nodded: “I will.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Emerson nodded, and then hauled both himself and Angel off of the floor. He whirled her round in his arms, wrapping her up in a tight hug. She hugged him back, nuzzling her face against his shoulder and closing her arms around his waist as they swayed from side to side and Emerson hummed something under his breath, until she slowly started to feel a little better.

Angel started humming along with Emerson, smiling into his shoulder as he twirled them around to stand in front of the bowl of cookie mixture:

“So…cookie dough for breakfast?”

Angel laughed: “It’s just butter, sugar, and egg right now.”

Emerson still looked hopeful: “But if we add all the other stuff we’re meant to add…”

“It’s best if you heat it up in the microwave for a minute.” Angel hedged: “Warm cookie dough is the best. Especially for breakfast.”

Emerson grinned, and reached for the sieve and the flour.

Angel watched as he managed to get - most - of the flower into the mixing bowl, before she added the bicarbonate of soda and pinch of salt, before Emerson mixed it all together. She added the chocolate chips she’d measured out earlier - and found that Emerson had added the rest of the bag while her back was turned.

She didn’t mind - it wasn’t as if extra chocolate was a bad thing…certainly not in the state Angel was in - and if they were going to eat cookie dough in bed, they might as well make it as decadent as possible.

They rolled the cookie dough into balls before putting them on a microwavable plate, standing in front of the microwave, leaning into each other as the balls of cookie dough went round and round.

Emerson wrapped an arm around Angel’s waist, and even though it was such a simple thing: just standing in the kitchen with her boyfriend, making cookie dough before the sun came up, Angel felt…far more at peace, with Emerson beside her, his arm wrapped around her. He was such a steadying presence, even now as they stood in silence together, it was hard to not feel better. Or maybe just the way he let her cry on the kitchen floor and told her everything would be alright.

Either way…Angel felt better.

And she’d feel better still after eating cookie dough in bed with Emerson, she just knew she would.

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remingtonisleithal · 2 years ago

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Morning Light

Chapter 3

Remington Leith x female reader

Warnings: vampire stuff? Not heavy gore or anything, just mentions of vampires feeding

Summary: Remington and Y/N meet again

A/N: sorry it took so so long for the next chapter!! Mental health has been failing and both of us have been very busy. This chapter is by me but the fic is a co-written series (check out @cursivetalk!!). this is kind of a filler, but hopefully I'll be writing more often <3 also the image is by the amazing @fedorable-killjoys, thank you!!

“This needs to be fast, I have to meet our fans after the show, thank them for coming,” Remington said, as he guided Y/N backstage to a cement brick corridor. “But I need to talk to you. I need answers.” Remington let go of Y/N’s arm and gently turned her to face him.

“Well, so do I.” Y/N said, in a harsh way, surprising herself and Remington by the bitterness in her voice.

Remington furrowed his brows, facial expression asking the question without using his voice.

“I don’t-,” she paused for a moment, and huffed. “I don’t remember anything.” She looked away from Remington’s bright eyes, in an attempt to hide what could be seen in her own. “All I know is I was at a ball. And then some time had passed, I don’t know how much, but I woke up in the bed of a kind family who took me in. That’s all I remember. Before all this went down, you were the last thing I remember.” The way Y/N said this was more accusing than statement, causing Remington to raise his eyebrows and defend himself.

“I’m sorry, are you blaming me? Because all I ever did was try to protect you.” The venom in his voice and protective glare in his eyes proved he was telling the truth.

A moment of silence. The passion in his voice caused Y/N to wonder if something had happened between them in the time she had lost.

Remington let out a sharp breath. “And what exactly ‘went down’?” Remington prompted.

“I don’t know. But now I feed. I’m assuming, just like you. Unless there is another way to live centuries without dying that I’m unaware of.”

Remington looked down, and nodded ever so slightly. Ashamed, somehow, despite it not being something he could help.

“May I ask you something?” Y/N said, quickly before she could lose her nerve.

“Anything,” Remington said, quickly before he could stop himself.

“I-Do you know anything about what happened to me? It had been… a while, that I don’t remember.”

“Unfortunately I was hoping to ask you where you had been for the last century and a half. I-” I missed you, he thought to himself. But how could he tell a woman he had but one evening with how she stayed in his heart for 166 years? He couldn’t.

The backstage door flung open and Sebastian strode in.

“Rem, we have to-” Sebastian stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Y/N. He had spent days looking for the mysterious woman his brother had fallen for, spent years singing songs his brother had written about her. Spent decades trying to block out the memories of that night.

His face lost all expression as he gazed into Y/N’s eyes. For a second, a memory flashed through her head. A voice. ‘It was you?’.

Remington looked back and forth.

“Sebastian, this is Y/N, you might remember her from one of our affairs.”

“I remember her. And don’t talk 1800s to me, we have well and truly aged past it. Come on, Emerson is facing the fans alone.”

“OK, gimme a sec,” Remington told his brother, turning around to face Y/N. “Meet me back at this pub, tomorrow night?”

“Ah, yeah, sure! Around 7?” Y/N asked, as Remington got pulled out by Sebastian.

He was already through the door when Y/N heard him shout “I’ll be here!”

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Y/N had spent the day on autopilot, mind racing. She didn’t eat. She didn’t sleep. But she didn’t need to, she had enough yesterday to get by (the complications of being undead: you need things to live, food and water and sleep, but nowhere near as much as the living). By the time it was 6 o’clock, Y/N was pacing around her bedroom trying to figure out what to wear.

It was times like this that she really wished she knew another vampire besides the one she was about to see. You can’t easily ask your best friend “what should I wear to see the guy that I met in the 1800s at a ball and I fell in love with then I became a vampire and didn’t see him in over a century?”. Alas, after enough pacing, she found the perfect outfit. All she needed was a little lipgloss and a lot of courage.

When she got to the bar it was ten to seven. Enough time to panic, but not enough for a full blown panic attack. Her anxiety would just have to wait. She walked into the burgundy room, warm lights providing enough light to see but not much more, though this meant little to a creature of the night. She spotted Remington’s blonde hair immediately, despite the crowd. He was sitting down, knee-bouncing in the corner booth of the bar, obviously trying to calm himself down. Hey, maybe my anxiety and his will get along, Y/N thought with a wry smile. Remington noticed he was caught, and with a small laugh, he walked over to greet Y/N.

“Hey,” He said. Y/N temporarily forgot words, instead just blinking at him as he went in for a hug. It was somehow cool and warm all at once, a soothing thrill being in his arms.

“Uh, hi,” she said with a smile. Wow, nice recovery, Y/n.

“So,” he said, walking back to where he was seated, “what do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t really know where to start. It’s not every day you meet a vampire that you hadn’t seen in over 150 years,” Y/N murmured, careful with her words.

“166,” Remington blurted, as Y/N used all the care and there was none left for him. “Uh, it’s been 166 years. Since we met. I, um, did the math.”

“Well, you already know more than me. Everything before… well, I don’t know. But the years after I was turned, and before, are all a blur.” Y/N replied after a moment, trying to remain cool. “Do you, uh, do you have any idea what happened. Did we meet again or something? Because I feel a very strong connection to you but I’m not sure why.”

“No, unfortunately not, though I would have loved to get to know you more back then.”

Do vampires blush? It was a question Y/N had never pondered, nor needed to until that very moment, when she got her answer. Even the undead can turn red with the right situation and person.

There was a moment of silence full of discomfort, not because of the company but because of the emotion. Y/N put an end to it.

“I think I’m ready to order. Are you?”

“Yes, but only if you’ll let me pay.”

A smirk tugged at the corners of Y/N’s lips. How many times Remington replayed that imagine in his mind.

“Ever the gentleman, my lord,” Y/N teased, returning to the lively person she used to be, and as Remington placed a hand on the small of her back to guide her through to the bar, time seemed to slip.

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unityblair · 2 years ago

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Palaye Royale vampire au

Last night I had a weird dream and thought it’s good idea to make Palaye Royale Fanfiction based on the Tonight is the night I die video. What do y’all think?

#remington leith #palaye royale #emerson barrett #sebastian danzig #original character #band au #vampire #fanfic #royal council #love the void

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louscartridge · 2 years ago

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palaye royale masterlist

i do not give permission for my fics to be posted claiming to be yours, translated, or posted on another platform.

i try to make every fic of mine so everyone can read then despite their gender, race, and sexuality unless stated otherwise.

tw i will be writing about triggering topics such as eds, sh, and just angst in genral as they are rly big comfort fics for some people. these fics will be marked with ♡

smut will always be afab and will have its own separate masterlist.

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not so easy ♡- reader breaks a serious promise she made with her boyfriend.

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sleekervae · 4 years ago

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So... I’ve seriously been considering starting a kick-ass style zombie apocalypse au with Palaye. Would anyone actually want to read it tho??

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writingforyourpleasure · 4 years ago

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WE'RE NOT BEST FRIENDS.

Relationship : Remington Leith x reader

A/N : Sorry I know, not what you expected. It's be complicated lately and I wanted something shorter then "ON THE ROAD AGAIN" and on someone else. But next will be either a new chapter of OTRA or a short fix either on Gerard Way or Frank iero.

Warnings : None

You were just in front of your best friend’s door trying to calm your nerves. Before you could even process it the front door opened and a smiling Emerson was facing you warping you quickly in a warm hug. This bastard truly gave the best hugs, maybe it was the reason why you hang out more with him. It was a sunny afternoon and Emerson was dressed very fashionable as always, he always stood out from the other kids even before finding his own style. You entered and soon enough his mother Stephanie was hugging you lovingly. Staphanie and your mom were best friends since college and that how you meet the boys, you were six month older than Emerson, you grew up with him basically. First off when you were four until Sebastian got to middle school you and the boys were having sleepovers at least 3 times per weeks and were inseparable, then when Sebastian did go to middle school he started to pass more time by himself and his new friends since he thought playing with you three was not of his age anymore. But you, Emerson and Remington didn’t mind all that much since you still got each other to play with, some things were more difficult though, since you were now a trio there was some kind of imbalance inside your group and disputes tend to happen more than before but nothing alarming since it was always for stupids reasons and when Remington got through adolescence the arguments got bigger and next thing you knew it was just you and Emerson. But everyone was still close to each other It’s just that you had now a certain routine with Emerson and got comfortable in it. You also didn’t want to bother the guys by asking if they wanted to join. Also Emerson seemed happy to have you for himself and have a little time with someone else then his brothers, sort of. Emerson had friends beside you of course but you didn’t talk much to those, they were nice but you weren’t one to party, you considerably preferred to stay at home watching a movie, TV show or play video games or some else worthless.

« Well A/N, the boys must say their hello wait I’m gonna call them downstairs. » Said Emerson’s mom, it was something she always said and did when you were there.

« Really there’s no need. I’m sure they’re occupied and busy, you know. I don’t wish to disturb anyone Stephanie as sweet as it is. »

« You’re way to polite hon’, don’t worry I think they can move their legs once in a while. BOYS COME SAY HELLO A/N’S HERE ! »

Emerson was puffing behind his mom’s back, you on the other side just stood there awkwardly. While you heard stumping upstairs, you took in the delicate features of Emerson.

He had a dark navy blue beret which was quite rare and a white shirt open widely on the collarbone and to his chest it was a lightly transparent, he wore around his neck maybe dozens of necklaces which you bought him for the most part and a simple black skinny Jean. You often wished you had the same wardrobe than him.

The stumping was now very loud and close which meant the guys were in the staircase so you turned your head around just in time to see Seb coming to you and putting your head in his arm and ruffling your hair to annoy you. Well for sur now you’ll be walking around for all evening with wild hair but hey what’s new ?

« Let the poor girl be would you, Sebastian ? »

« Well she’s used to being annoyed since she comes here to see Em, anyway. » Said Seb with a dickhead grin splattered on his face.

« Well fuck you, I happen to be very interesting mind you ! »

Em wasn’t one for a reading. You sighed rolling your eyes to the sky, done with thoses two, while their mom was repremending them, mostly Em since he swore.

« If she ever gets bored it’ll be by you two arguing dummies. » Said Remington arriving at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes then falled on you and a huge smile stretched itself on his lips, soon enough he had you in his arms.

« God Y/N what have you done of my boys ? »

Rem was still hugging you, yeah he tend to do that quite a lot and you never got used to it since it was a little bit awkward with everyone around you. The first hundreds of times Seb always teased him, while Remington was complaining. But you guessed that it had became like a ritual now.

« Well I wouldn’t pride myself in this since I honestly don’t think they need me around to act like that. » You joked once Remington decided to let go.

« Guess will never know since they won’t without you in our house for less than one week. » Laughed Stefanie.

« More like , Emerson, won’t let her be for less week. » Said Remington. Making his mother smile and Sebastian laugh.

« Whatever, c’mon Y/N. »Emerson took you by the end to go upstairs to his room.

You popped down on his bed looking at the fluorescent pink stickers up his ceiling. While he unplugged his Drum speaker.

« How was rehearsal ?

« It was okay we didn’t do much to be honest. »

« But didn’t you told me that you’d finished the album already ? »

« Well we just need one more song and then it’ll be finished. »

« Well don’t worry about it I’m sure it’ll be a great one. » You said cuddling him from behind making him fall into the bed with you.

« Putting pressure on me much ? »

The two of you laughed at that still cuddling on the bed.

« But I’ve got to say I’m not hyped not to hang out with you guys once you’ll go on tour. » You’re best friend held you more strongly than before at your words. Silence filled the room.

« Maybe you could come and visit us ? » Asked Emerson in a small voice.

« Could I ?! » You said looking up at your friend.

« I mean I don’t see why not ? »

You got off the bed starting to dance excitedly and fist bumping happily into the air while Emerson was laughing from the bed.

« But…. Wait a minute ? Isn’t it girlfriends that are allowed to visit you ? » You asked stopping right away fearing it wasn’t gonna happen.

« Well usually, yes it is, but I think I can play it off. Plus if you do think about it we already are an actual old married couple. » You all laughed your ass off at this knowing very well how you to were looking while argumenting.

Not long after that Emerson had to go to the toilets and you took advantage of it to go ask Stefanie if she needed help with dinner. Emerson find It’s way into the kitchen not long after that.

That how you found yourselves peeling potatoes while joking around.

Hearing you laughing Remington join you guys down hoping up the counter, not helping whatsoever.

« You guys are so loud I can’t even hear myself think anymore. »He said with a devilish grin.

« Silly you of course you can’t Rem ! You never thought about something with that beautiful brains of yours, since you don’t have one ! » He glanced at me with a deathly look while Emerson was coughing his laugh away.

« But you’re saying nonetheless that I’m beautiful right ? » Emerson rolled his eyes while Remington winked at you.

« Well looks gotta make up for that stupidity of yours I guess. «

« But you admit that I’m beautiful ? »

« God Remington I never knew you’d suffered from so much lack of love during you’re childhood hon. »You said looking at your potato with a wide grin, with Emerson discretely laughing in front of you still peeling off the skin of his potato.

« But that does make me Belle and you the beast. So I win. »

« Well if you want to lie to yourself love go on, I won’t stop you, but remember that I ‘ll be Beast who’s got a big brain. »

Emerson made a face of disgust at the nickname. You got up and went near the counter, on which was seated Remington, to wash your peeled potatoes.

« Yeah But I’ll be Belle who’s got a big - »

« REMINGTON !!! »Yelled Stephanie making Emerson explode in laughter and pride was taking over your features.

« Since you seem to be quite a talker today go peel the rest of the potatoes of your brother, while you Emerson’ll put on the table in the dinning room please. »

« What does this have to do with peeling potatoes anyway ? » Whined Remington still going over his brother ‘s place getting to work.

« Young man don’t dig yourself deeper, I’m warning you. Now less talking and more peeling. »

You hide your laughing while you returned to the table where was Remington to cut the vegetables.

He glance you a glance that you supposed was meant to be scary but didn’t work out.

« I’m hate to say but Belle wouldn’t be the scariest psychopath for an horror franchise. »

« Wish I could dig YOU deeper. » He muttered between his theets.

« And I wish I could dig you. » you Whispered to yourself, blushing instantly realizing what you said and looking over to meet a blushing Remington.

Safe to say you cutted the rest of your vegetables are in silence as Remington did the same with the peeling.

Soon enough you all were dinning around the table that put on Emerson. You were sitting by Emerson side on his right, while Remington was in front of you and on his right was Seb asking if he could go to a party tonight at his mother who was seated in the end of the table. He excitedly thanked his mom when she agreed.

« By the way could Y/N come visit us on tour ? » Interrupted Em looking at his two older brothers.

A silence took place during several seconds as both of Seb and Rem eyebrows shoot to the roof looking really surprised, you didn’t really understood why before Seb started talking with a huge smile.

« FINALLY ! You guys I was starting to think it’ll never happen you know ? »

What ?

You were really confused right now, was he still talking about you visiting ?

If it was the case why did Remington seemed so hurt ? And even if he was talking about something else why would Rem be hurt anyway ?

« Huh well It’s only if you guys wants me to be there of course ? » Even to yourself you sounded pretty unsure.

« When did that happened anyway ? » Asked Remington pretty coldly.

« What ? » You ask really confused now.

« When what happened ? » asked Emerson apparently as confused as you were.

« Ho c’mon you guys ! Don’t be shy ! I always knew it’ll happen it really was about time. »

What. The. Hell

« Huh well Emerson asked me when we were up in his room a few hours earlier ? » You responded truly still very unsure about this, but figuring they were asking about when did Em bringed up the idea ?

« Ho so It’s really recent still ? » Said Seb.

« Huh well that’s why were asking if it’ll be cool with you two ? » Answered Em fidgeting at the end of his shirt.

« Unless you’re not comfortable with it Rem ? » Everyone’s eyes landed on him waiting for his answer.

« Why would you hit on me if you’re with my little brother exactly ? »

A huge silence landed across the table and your eyes almost blew out of your skull.

« What ? »You asked in a small voice a little embarrassed of him telling everyone what happened earlier.

« If he trust you enough to be his girlfriend don’t try to hit on his fucking brother just a few hours after it ! » He said getting up in one second before just hurriedly walking up the stairs at a fast pace. While you just stood there your mouth hanging.

What did just happened and… wait were they thinking you and Emerson were a couple ? HO they were, well shit.

« Huh… just to put it out there me and y/N are Friends, nothing more. »Said Emerson looking at his mom and older brother.

But He did not looked at you.

« Ho well… shit. Sorry about that Y/N It’s me who directly started to think you two were together, I mean I though so because the people that usually visit us are our girlfriends or boyfriends. I see that I was wrong now, I’m really sorry. »

« It’s okay Seb we don’t mind. » You said sadly and deeply humiliated, you were guilt tripping for something you didn’t do. How sick was that ?

You exited the table without a word to go upstairs, walking til you were facing Rem’s door. You were hesitant, you needed to tell him but maybe It’s more up to Emerson after all ? And why would he listens to you of all people you must be the one he wished could go away probably now.

You took a deep breath before knocking on the wood with precaution.

«What ? » Said a weak voice on the other end of the door. Ho no was he crying ? What the fuck did you put yourself into ?

« Can I come in ? »

« Go away. Maybe you still got your chance with Sebastian ? »

Ouch.

« Mister Remington you may not slut shaming me. » You responded trying to be funny but as the silence took place between you you figured it wasn’t.

« Look, Rem, I think it is all just a misunderstanding, please let me in so we can talk ? »

You waited two long minutes fixing the wood of his door before this one moved to revel a red eyes looking Rem, the sight really guilt tripping you.

« How could you do that ? To your childhood best friend ? »

All of it was giving you an headache.

« Are we still talking about Em ? Or is it about you ? » You asked raising an eyebrow.

« forget about it. » He said moving to re-entering the room and closing the door, but you stopped him taking his left arm in your hand.

« Wait. I really do think It’s just a big misunderstanding, I am NOT em’s girlfriend. » You said the fastest you could.

The big frown on Remington’s face was wash over by a surprised look.

« But you guys said- »,

« we didn’t say anything because you didn’t even let us say more than 1 word. Sebastian assumed and I guess you then assumed that we were. But you’re both wrong. »

Remington’s brain seemed to be runned a mile per minute.

« But Emerson was talking about you visiting on tour.... »

« Yeah as friends dumbass, I ‘m not obligated to fuck someone on it to be on it am I ? »

Your arms crossed on your chest you waited in front of the tall man.

« I-I-I am so very sor-rr-ry…. I… I mean if you want to scream at me you’ve got every right to do so… » he said with a sorrowful expression.

« Don’t worry if I’ll ever feel like screaming at you, I won’t bother asking your permission love. In all seriousness now, maybe just go apologize to Emerson later okay ? »

« Ho fuck ! Everyone heard me right ? Ho what have I done It’s embarrassing as fuck. »

« Yeah from the looks on their faces I’m pretty convinced that they all heard you pretty well. »

«…. That means that I’ve just told everyone that you hit on me when you actually did it as a joke and for no reasons… » Blood was leaving his face at a fast spead and he was becoming more livid by the second.

«Yeah you did. But if that can make you feel better I didn’t do it as a joke. But please next time wait til we do take it to your room to tell everyone. Never guessed you as a kiss and tell but meh we learn something new every day ! »

« You didn’t… ? »

« No I wouldn’t hit on Rem big brother as a joke that’d be a lack of humor to do something so awkward. If I ever wanted to hit on one of you as a joke I’ll choose Em I’ve much more material on him anyway. »

« I….But last year at Seb’s birthday party when I finally muster up the courage to ask if I could kiss you, you said no… ? » Both of you were now a little closer to each other at the point where your chests were almost touching.

« Yeah well pardon me to have refused to kiss you when you were completely drunk AND in front of your two brothers looking at us. Poor souls They’ll still be on medication now if it happened. »

« But then why would you it on me now -»

« Can I kiss you ? » You asked to the tall bleached hair guy. He was blushing so much you were scared that the poor fool was about to explode.

« Why-hy no-ow ? » He asked lowering his voice looking at you expectingly.

« Because I feel like fucking my brother’s best friend. No more seriously I just… ‘I’ m not really talented for all of this but I really like you and I do have a crush on you since several months. Like each time you hug me It’s like I become numb and every problems since to find a solution to itself. »

Remington wrapped his hands, sweetly, around your neck, looking at you with tenderness.

Both of you closed the distance between your lips, it wasn’t sweet or hungry but just a little spark fading as soon as his tongue and lips left yours.

« Y/N… I-I have a crush on you since years but you never noticed me, Emerson always fought to be alone with you and to be the one closest to you. I… never told him because I really thinked you’ll never see me like you do with him. »

« You’ll never take the place of Em. He’s my best friend. But you can take the vacant place of boyfriend. But if you’re jealous of Emerson It’s not gonna do it for me babe. »

« What no ! I’m not…. I… ‘I swear just I wanted to let you know that I was struggling to find a way to get your attention. »

« You don’t need to, coz’ you already have it, you were just to blind to see. »

« ….Y/N.. I love you…. »

« I’m pretty sure that I ‘ll be able to say so in just a few weeks. » You kissed him one last time before going to Emerson’s room and getting in bed with your friend even if you wished to cuddle someone else tonight you didn’t want to seem impolite to your friend.

Emerson vaguely waked up from his sleep to whisper to you once you made yourself comfy between his arms.

« Did you tell him ? Did you guys made up ? »

« yes we did don’t you worry Em. » you said with a happy smile on your face, of course he didn’t meant it like you did but this discussion is left for tomorrow this time.

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heartartemishunterwrites · 4 years ago

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**not my gif**

In Memories I Remain

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Warning: graphic descriptions of death and blood will be present.

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pierce-the-sleeping-sirens · 4 years ago

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I’m taking requests!

I’m writing headcanons / oneshots for some of my favorite bands / artists! The list includes...

Kellin Quinn // Sleeping With Sirens

Vic Fuentes, Jaime Preciado, Tony Perry // Pierce The Veil

Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett // Palaye Royale

Ricky Horror, Chris Motionless, Ryan Sitowski // Motionless In White

Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Ray Toro, Mikey Way // My Chemical Romance

Denis Alexandrovich Shaforostov (or Denis Stoff) // (former) Asking Alexandria

Andy Biersack // Black Veil Brides

Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Woods // Waterparks

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Themes I WILL write about...

Fluff / Lime (basically nothing sexual, strictly only first base :>)

Comfort-fics - I’ll write comforts for depression, anxiety, gender dysphoria, etc

Themes that I WILL NOT write about...

smut - I can only imagine how uncomfortable they would be if one of the selected artists ran across a MINOR writing smut about them. I just don’t feel comfortable writing sexual things about my idols. I find it weird :/

ships - besides reader inserts, i will not write any ships due to the fact that I find it wrong to ship REAL people. Ships like Kellic and so make me uncomfortable, sorry :/

TW!*

EDs, self harm / suicide attempts, etc - I will never, I repeat, NEVER write about these themes (i mean using these topics as a way to get closer to your idols). It’s disgusting and romanticizing these things.

Teacher x Student - I can’t believe this has to be said, but I will NEVER write a Teacher x Student relationship dynamic. It’s disgusting and not okay in any way.

Pedophilia - Obviously, I’m not writing this.

Incest - Again, obviously not writing this (the fact that these things exist is fucking gut-retching).

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Feel free to request!!!

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no-fxn-club · 5 years ago

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Write about Emerson getting artist's block and doing something stupid because he's so frustrated and then Rem and Seb helping him feel better because they're good brothers.

Hey! Sorry about the lateness of this. I fought with google docs trying to write this. It’s close to 800 words so it’s not overly large. I hope you like it!

Art Block

TW for fire, and accidental burning

Emerson let out a groan as he balled the paper up under his hands. He tossed it to the side before tossing the pencil he had been working with. “Damn it! Damn it all to hell!” He yelled out the anger showing in his eyes, he stood up from his table and shoved his chair away from it before letting out a sigh. He had been trying so hard to get a new piece going, he wanted finished, but at this point he would deal with getting started on it. But his brain was, once again, being his biggest enemy and stopping him from even starting onto the work. “Damn it!” He yelled out again before throwing his hands up to his hair and tugging hard on it, he was starting to grow stressed now from the stupid art and his stupid brain. He let out a tired sigh before walking over to his bed and falling down onto the bed. He shoved his face into a pillow as tears started to roll down his cheeks. His anger had now turned into sadness since he had been working so hard on this art and he wanted, needed it to be perfect before he would do anything with it.

But after a few minutes of the tears falling down his cheeks, he stood up from the bed and found the paper he had crumbled up. The male grabbed it and moved back to his desk, he tugged one of the desk drawers open then he found what he had wanted, the lighter he had stashed away from his brothers taking since he felt like he never had one when he needed it, he slipped it into his pocket and then headed downstairs to go outside, he didn't worry with tugging on shoes or a jacket since he didn’t expect to stay outside for long. Emerson perched himself on the far edge of the corner and unballed the paper from his hand before grabbing the lighter in his free hand. He clicked it a few times before it fully lit and stay lit since the wind kept trying to blow it out. Finally he moved so his body would block the wind from it, although it cut through his thin shirt and started to chill him.

The male shivered a little as he felt it chilled him to the bone fairly quickly, but he wouldn’t be out here long. But as the paper started to burn faster than he expected, it caught his fingertips and burnt him a little. It wasn’t bad enough he would need medical attention, but damn well enough to hurt and make him cry. He let out a loud cry as he dropped to the ground, his lighter hit the ground where he had dropped it and simply stayed there while he started to cry a little more now.

But after a few seconds of him dropping, he heard footsteps running out to him. He felt arms around him and tugging him up, then he felt himself being hugged into a chest, his breathing was uneven from the pain. As soon as he started to realize the scent off the chest he had his face buried in; it smelt like gin and faded cigarette smoke; he heard more footsteps and muffled voices since he was blinded by the pain. He felt another pair of arms wrap around him after the voices stopped. It was Remington, who was hugging him now.

“Em, what happened?” Sebastian asked him as he lifted his head up.

Embarrassed to admit the truth, he mumbled something under his breath. But then he knew they would make him say so he spoke up. “I was trying to burn some paper I had tried to draw on and it got my finger tips before i could stop it.” He mumbled out to his two older brothers.

“Next time just throw it away, okay?” Remington asked raising an eyebrow at his little brother before he knelt down and picked the lighter up from the ground. Then he stood back up and slid it into his pocket before wrapping an arm around him and then started to lead them back into the house. “So how about we go in, get you some pain pills, some ice for your fingers and curl up and watch a movie of your choice? I’ll make sure old fart over there doesn’t fall asleep on!” Remington joked with him before poking at Sebastian when he said this about not falling asleep.

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

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Beastly - Emerson Barrett fan fiction (Spooktober Writing Challenge)

The full moon hung heavily in the dark sky, steadily climbing upwards, prompting Gwendoline to walk a little faster.

It was the first full moon of the year - the Wolf Moon - and she could already hear the sound of howling beyond the village walls.

Most nights, those walls were enough to keep the forest’s wolves out of the village, but on the night of a full moon? And on the night of the Wolf Moon of all full moons? The walls were no obstacle to the monsters that lurked within the trees. Once the moon was at its highest point, those howling beasts would vault the wall that separated them from the humans in the village, and Heaven help those humans then…

Which was why Gwendoline had to get home quickly.

She knew she didn’t stand a chance against a hungry wolf, especially not one that had probably been starving all winter. Hunger made monsters of them all, and for a creature that was already beastly…

Another howl split the quiet night air, sending a cold chill down Gwendoline’s spine.

Time’s running out.

Almost running now, Gwendoline rounded the corner that was the end of her street…and froze in her tracks.

In the middle of the narrow street waited the very kind of monster she’d been afraid of coming across, watching her with cold, hard yellow eyes.

Gwendoline felt the heaviness of it’s gaze like the leaden merchants’ weights from the market, pinning her in place, making her shiver even in her thick woollen dress and even thicker shawl. Fear shot an icy trail down her spine, sharp like a claw dragged down her skin - just like the claws of the monster watching her.

He might not look it yet, but the yellow eyes were a dead giveaway, even as they looked at Gwendoline from a deceptively handsome young man’s face. And if they weren’t, the smile he gave her - more of a baring of too-sharp teeth than anything close to an expression of happiness - was the final nail in the coffin.

The final nail in her coffin.

As if there’ll be enough of me left to need a coffin.

The beast took a step forward, prenaturally graceful and with all the precise measurement of a predator, and everything in Gwendoline screamed at her to run, but she knew that that would only entice the beast.

It was a hunter. And just because she was its prey didn’t mean she had run scared like a fawn or a rabbit.

She drew herself up to her full height, even if it wasn’t much, and stared straight back at the monster. Then she simply waited for it to lunge.

Only it didn’t. Instead, it tilted its head to the side and watched her with a curious expression, before eventually speaking in a voice that was rough and croaky as if from disuse: “Not running?”

“I thought you’d be thanking me for that.”

The monster pouted - like a child: “Not fun.”

“I won’t apologise for taking the fun out of my own death, creature.”

Now the monster smiled: “Emerson.”

“Excuse me?”

“Emerson. ‘S my name. Not 'creature'.”

Gwendoline was about to tell the beast that she didn’t care what his name was, considering that he was about to kill and eat her, but then he tensed as if to finally leap at her, and all her willpower was spent locking her trembling knees and forcing herself to stand tall where she was.

She wouldn’t die on her knees. She wouldn’t run. She wouldn’t plead.

If she was going to go, it was going to be with dignity.

The monster didn’t leap, though. It watched her brace herself, and when she didn’t scream or flee, it relaxed with a mysterious smile on its face.

“More fun than I thought.” he said, nodding approvingly.

Gwen was, once again, about to tell him that she didn’t care about any of this - his name, his ideas of fun, his ‘approval’, but then he was slinking towards her, and she considered it might be smarter to keep her words to herself, lest her voice shake and give away her fear.

The beast approached her with all the predatory grace of its less human form, taking its time moving forward until it was just inches away from her, filling her head with the scent of the frozen forest: pine and ice and cold water, and leaning down so that it could look her closely in the eye.

“Definitely more fun than I thought.” he murmured softly, reaching up to run the pad of his thumb along Gwendoline’s lower lip: “I’ll be seeing you again soon, little rabbit.”

Gwendoline didn’t think - she just tried to bite the monster’s thumb where it was still pressed to the corner of her mouth: much to his delight.

He merely laughed at her, trailing his fingertips over her cheek and down the side of her neck, before stepping back and removing his hand entirely.

Gwendoline forced herself to ignore the way she missed the feeling of his calloused fingers on her skin.

“Go home, rabbit, and lock your door. Keep yourself safe.” he smirked at her: “I’m looking forward to seeing you again.”

He loped away, radiating self-satisfaction and smugness, and Gwendoline watched him go, uncertain whether or not this was some kind of joke…but then he didn’t reappear, and neither did any of his packmates, and Gwendoline turned to run to her cottage at the end of the row.

She’d, somehow, been given a second chance, and she wasn’t going to waste it dithering in the street.

She slammed the front door shut behind her, pressing her hands against the silver studs that ran through it, her heart hammering in her chest and her thoughts whirling in her head.

Everything that had just happened - right down to the fact that she was still breathing - felt impossible. It felt like it shouldn’t be real…but Gwendoline just didn’t think she was creative enough to dream anything this nonsensical up.

And she wasn’t sure if she was terrified by that…

…or perversely relieved.

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written-on-the-trees · 4 years ago

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Emerson Barrett Fan Fiction - Beautiful Things Come One Stitch At A Time

Prompt: Enemies to Lovers (or rather exes to still-exes-but-one-of-them-wants-to-get-back-together)

Word-count: 1825 words

Warnings: none

Description: Tia dumped Emerson because he wasn't good for her. She never expected to see him at work four years later - and now she doesn't know what to do.

Sequel to Not Enough Stitches To Put Us Back Together!

Tia sighed and ran her hand through her hair.

This was not how she had wanted to spend her day.

After getting fired, she’d started looking for jobs that would take her away from Las Vegas. It had only been a few months since she’d dumped her ex-boyfriend, Emerson, and it had seemed like the universe was telling her it had been time for a change. She’d applied for a few various positions, and ended up taking a job on Los Angeles, at Sumerian Records. At the time, Palaye Royale had been an unsigned band, and Tia had taken a job as a personal assistant in the record label’s legal department, figuring that even if Palaye Royale were signed to Sumerian, it was unlikely Tia would ever have any reason to deal with them.

However, two very significant things had changed since she’d first started working for Sumerian.

Firstly: she’d become a tour manager. Apparently she had an undiscovered talent for wrangling people and organisation. The last bit hadn’t really been undiscovered to her, but the people wrangling bit had been a pleasant surprise.

Secondly - something that was a much less pleasant surprise - Palaye Royale got signed to Sumerian Records.

Tia hadn’t been pleased. She’d gone straight to her boss, Kayley, and explained everything: that Emerson was an ex-boyfriend, that they hadn’t parted on the best of terms, and that Sebastian and Remington despised her. Kayley had taken it in stride, and made notes in all the relevant places that Tia wasn’t to be TM on any tour Palaye Royale were on. It was a system that worked for years; she never saw any of the three men, and since she’d blocked them all on all of her social media accounts, along with anyone she knew they were close with, she wasn’t even sure she worked for the label they were signed to.

It was the perfect arrangement, as far as she was concerned.

But then the world had gone to shit. That had been rough for everyone, not least Tia, who had been lucky to be put on paid leave through the worst of it, getting 75 percent of her monthly salary each month. Between that, using the extra time to spend on her crafting hobbies that allowed her open up an Etsy store, and her savings, Tia had been lucky enough to wait the virus out. Some of her colleagues hadn’t been so lucky, and had had to move on, but as much as Tia’s heart had hurt for them, she hadn’t really thought of what that meant for her.

Like the fact Sumerian were now dealing with the world opening back up for concerts while they had a lack of tour managers.

Which was how Tia had ended up being named TM for the second leg of Palaye Royale’s The Bastards Tour.

Just kill me now.

Kayley had been apologetic, and Tia honestly believed there was nothing her boss could’ve done, but in some respects that just made things more frustrating. There was no-one to blame for these circumstances but a shitty universe fucking with her, and so Tia just had to put on her big girl knickers and get on with it. Starting with introducing herself to the boys as their new TM.

It wasn’t going to be fun. In fact, Tia was pretty sure it was going to be the worst day she’d had since she’d dumped Emerson.

Despite that, though, Tia squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and walked onto the tour bus that was going to be her new home - and the home of her ex-boyfriend and his brothers - for the next few months. The sudden silence that fell across the three men sitting in the main living area was deafening, but Tia didn’t let it intimidate her. She was going to have to face a lot worse than just silence, and she wasn’t going to be beaten so early on.

So, instead, she just put a blandly professional smile on her face, and introduced herself before any of those idiots could speak: “Good morning. I’m Tatia, and I’m going to be the TM for this tour.”

“We know who you are.” Sebastian glared at Tia: “It’s not like we’d forget the bitch who dumped our brother on the way back from the hospital.”

Remington nodded: “We’re not awful people.”

Tia would like to argue that point, specifically about Sebastian and Remington, but she was determined to remain professional.

Even if Emerson was staring at her as if she was some sort of literal angel: like he couldn’t quite believe he was actually seeing her. It was weird, and Tia really hoped that he stopped doing it soon, but in the name of remaining professional she ignored it.

“Of course you’re not.” Tia agreed with Remington, keeping her tone light and friendly, despite how bad his attitude was: “And irrespective of any previous relationships, we’re going to have to work together for the next three months, so I believe it’s in all out interests to be civil.”

“Or we could just tell the label that you’re a ex and we don’t want to work with you.” Remington smirked.

Tia just smiled at him: “Sumerian Records have been aware of the fact Emerson is my ex-boyfriend since you signed with them. Normally I would not have been your TM, but there’s a bit of a shortage of us around at the moment, and I’m the only one available for this tour. If you would still like to take it up with the record, then you can, but in terms of TMs, it’s me or no-one.”

Silence reigned again.

“Shall we get on the road, then?”

The silence continued, and Tia took that as a win.

A month into the tour, and Tia was ready to tear her hair out.

Remington and Sebastian were dicks. Andrew, their touring guitarist, took his lead from them, even if he wasn’t as bad: and their merch girl Hope did the same. All the roadies, some of whom she’d worked with before, were on her side, seeing Remington, Sebastian, and Andrew as arrogant and rude because…well, they were arrogant and rude, snapping demands during set up and ignoring everyone the rest of the time. The driver hated them because he was constantly annoyed by their antics on the bus, so he was on Tia’s side too

The bus was divided, and it was not conductive to a good environment.

And then there was Emerson.

Emerson, when he wasn’t busy on stage or doing media, followed Tia around like a lost puppy. The roadies had found it really creepy to begin with - and even when Tia had filled them in on the fact he was her ex, they still weren’t too happy about him. She was rarely left on her own, and she grateful for that - because apparently Emerson was not over her.

He started with constantly trying to make eye contact whenever they were in the same room. When that didn’t work, he moved onto texting her, since she’d unblocked him for work, but she ignored all messages from him that weren’t work related. Once he’d realised he wasn’t getting anywhere with the texts, he’d moved onto gifts and cares. A lot of gifts and cards. Stuffed toy cats, expensive treats like fancy baked goods and chocolates, interesting sounding books, even jewelry.

Tia ignored all of it, but she knew it was only a matter of time before he would stop letting her do that.

Eventually, he managed to corner her while she was talking to Hope about how much stock the merch table needed and if they needed to look at getting more. With Hope being firmly on the band’s side, and probably assuming Emerson was going to chew her out like Remington and Sebastian constantly tried to, she disappeared the moment he gestured for her to give him and Tia a moment.

He didn’t waste a moment once he had her trapped between himself, the merch table, and a wall, immediately launching into what he wanted to say: “Tia, I’m so sorry. Past me was awful - ”

“I hate to break it to you, Emerson, but present you is also pretty terrible.” Tia rolled her eyes.

“ - but I have changed.” Emerson continued, before his expression turned regretful when he registered what she’d said: “Even if I haven’t necessarily shown you that.”

Tia rolled her eyes again: “Pretty much the opposite. You and your brothers are exactly the same as I remember you: aggressive, cocky, or just plain apathetic. Your brothers have gone out of their way to make life difficult to me, and you’ve sat back and let it happen, just like the three of you used to drive me to the urge of panic attacks, and you did nothing about it. So, yeah, I wouldn’t exactly say that you’ve shown you’ve changed.”

Emerson had the good sense to look ashamed: “You’re right, I haven’t. I’m sorry.”

Tia remained resolute when Emerson’s face dropped.

She wasn’t sucked in by the act - and on the off chance it was genuine, it was nothing compared to the upset he’d caused her. The fact was, dating Emerson had been terrible for Tia’s mental health. It had driven her to therapy after the relationship ended, which had in time allowed her to see that although her issues were absolutely not Emerson’s fault, he exacerbated them so much that if she hadn’t dumped him when she had there would have been issues that he was to blame for.

Had she missed him? Yes. Did she still miss him? That was harder to say.

Emerson was a unique soul, and Tia had truly felt they had gotten along amazingly…he just never listened to her when she explained that there was something wrong. She had loved him, even though they’d been together for just six months, but that had been over four years ago now, and even though sometimes it made something in her chest clench when she looked at him, she honestly wasn’t sure if it was love or just an echo of the pain he’d caused her.

“I want to show you that I have, though.” Emerson suddenly continued: his forlorn look being overtaken by one of determination: “I will show you that I have.”

Tia wasn’t sure she believed him…but she found that, deep down, she wanted him to, even though she wasn’t going to admit it, so she just sighed: “I’m sure you’ll try, Emerson.”

“I will.”

“Okay, then.” Tia shrugged, still acting like she didn’t believe him - because she honestly didn’t, no matter what she wanted: “I’ve got work to do. You do what you want.”

She walked away, leaving Emerson to plan whatever he was going to do to try and convince her that he was a better person that he used to be.

I wonder if it will work…

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