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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.

[grav3yardbb92]

Sebastian Danzig x f!reader

"We're the Baby Bats, thank you so much for having us. " I shout to the crowd of the sold out show " now, I'm proud to introduce, the real reason you guys are here....Palaye Royale"  the crowd erupts in loud screams as my band mates and I pack our instruments and exit the stage. We are met with smiles and high fives from the Kropp brothers as we pass them. But I'm suddenly stopped by Sebastian,  when his hand grasp my wrist.

" your voice is amazing" I studdered  out a  thanks, and I'm sure my face is cherry red right now, thank God for the darkness of backstage. " I'm seb..." his introduction is interrupted by Emerson yanking on his ear.

" I'm y/n" I shout back, hoping it wasn't drowned out by The Royal Council.

*6years later*

" y/n, I know you're nervous, but if you don't  quit squirming,  this iron will burn you" my best friend warns me, as she holds a fistfull of my hair, attempting to curl it.

" I'm sorry, I can't help it" I explain, trying my best to be still. I look down at my phone, smiling at the picture of me and my fiance, then quickly glance to my left at my wedding dress. Oh. My. God. I'm getting fucking married.

Hair. Curled.

Make up. Perfect

Dress. Laced up

Flowers.  In hand

Music. Playing

Here I come Sebby.

My father and I make our way down the gold carpet in the tea room of a gorgeous, vintage style Hotel  I smile wide and concentrate on breathing slow and steady. In, out, in ,out. My e/c orbs meet his beautiful green ones, and his smile mimics mine. I fall in love all over again. It seems like forever before I am finally beside the man of my dreams and my father removes my hand from his, placing it in Sebs.

Twenty minutes, vows, tears,  two " I do's"  and one deep passionate kiss later and I'm walking back down the isle, hand in hand with my husband.

The reception is just as insane as I expected. Pictures, cake, toast, dancing, laughter, and many more kisses. Hours passed and my shoes are now in my hands as we say goodbye and goodnight to all the guest. Seb and I have the honeymoon suite for the night before leaving tomorrow for our honeymoon, to where? Only Seb knows. He insisted on planning it to a surprise destination.  And I'm so excited to find out where we will be spending the next two weeks. But,  that will have to wait till morning, because the night is not over.

We walk hand in hand, to the elevator, which we have to ourselves and of course he takes the moment to share our first private kiss since we tyed the knott. The doors open and our fingers are intertwined again and he leads me to our  grand suite .

He slides the card, opening the door slightly before smoothly scooping me up into his arms. I giggle softly and kiss his neck as he enters and closes the door behind him. He then places me back on my feet and i immediately connect our lips.

His scarf is removed and his shirt is unbuttoned and he slowly unlaces my dress, and it becomes a pool of lace at my feet. His eyes widen at the sight of my light purple, lace lingerie, and I smile at his reaction.

" see something you like Mr.Kropp?"

He pulls me close, leaning into my ear before responding with a whisper..

" you are stunning Mrs. Kropp"

[the-world-is-spinning-round]

Unexpected - Sebastian Danzig fan fiction (Spooktober Writing Challenge)

Violet slid out of the ballroom and out onto the terrace outside, needing a few minutes to herself.

She hadn’t wanted to come to the Kropp family’s ball, but they were some of the most eligible bachelors on the Western Coast, and as an unwed young woman, Violet’s mother insisted that she simply had to attend.

Why one of the Kropp brothers would want to marry her, Violet had no idea. Her family weren’t particularly rich, or very prestigious, at least compared to the families of some of the other women attending the ball. Fittingly, none of the brothers had paid her any attention all night, and by now Violet was tired, and ready to call it quits.

Her head was throbbing from the style her hair had been pulled into, her feet were aching from standing around at the edges of the party, and her ribs hurt from the tightness of her corset. She just wanted to go home, but the party wasn’t due to end for another two hours yet, and her mother would have a fit if Violet was seen to have left early. 

And so here she was: hiding on the terrace, soaking in the slight chill of the night air: a welcome relief after the hot, stuffy ballroom.

Violet knew she’d have to go back in there eventually, but she was determined to take a few seconds for herself before she did so.

“Is the party not to your liking, Miss Aldren?” asked a soft voice from behind her.

Violet turned to see the oldest Kropp brother, Sebastian, leaning against the wall beside the door Violet had just left through.

Despite the reaction Violet knew she should have to Sebastian, the handsome, young, unwed patriarch of the Kropp family, there was something about the man that she found…unsettling.

There was just something…off about him. Violet couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was just something about Sebastian, and his brothers, that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. They made her uncomfortable.

But she knew better than to be rude: “Oh, no, your party is truly lovely. I just needed a few moments’ fresh air.”

Sebastian regarded her for a few seconds, leaving Violet feeling like a specimen under a magnifying glass, before he nodded understandingly: “I often find myself with the same need. Would you mind if I joined you?”

“Of course not.” Violet forced herself to smile.

The truth was she very much did mind that Sebastian wanted to join her for her limited amount of time away from the party, but it would be extremely rude to say that, especially considering he was her host. Violet had no choice but to suck it up and deal with his presence, no matter how tense it made her.

As the moments wore on, though, Violet found the tension slowly leaving her shoulders.

For all there was something strange about Sebastian, he wasn’t as unsettling of a presence as Violet thought he might be. He didn’t try and speak to her at all, and although she could just about see him out of the corner of her eye, he wasn’t trying to get her attention at all. He wasn’t even looking at her at all: he was looking out over the manicured gardens, and Violet felt comfortable largely ignoring him to look up at the stars.

“Are you particularly interested in the stars?” Sebastian suddenly asked, making Violet jump a little from surprise.

“I confess, I’m not particularly knowledgeable.” she admitted: “I just think they’re very beautiful.”

Sebastian smiled: “You remind me of Emerson. He’s an artist - he always finds beauty in everything he looks at.”

Violet didn’t know if that was the same for her, but she smiled in return all the same: “There truly is beauty in everything.”

“I don’t know if I’m quite as adept at finding it.” Sebastian said wryly: “I tend to favour stories. Where you see beauty, I see the tales my parents used to tell me.”

“The stars have stories?”

“Not all of them. But some…” Sebastian looked upwards for a few moments, before stepping closer to Violet and gently - gently enough she could pull away if she wanted to - lifted her hand until she was pointing at a particular collection of stars: “...like those: Piscis Austrinus. In their story, the Greek goddess Aphrodite took the form of a fish to hide from the monster Typhon. She leapt into a river and begged the nymphs for help. Two fish saved her, and she later thanked them by transforming them into that constellation. Not a bad way to be immortalised.”

Violet hummed thoughtfully: “I’m not sure it would be my first choice of how to give thanks, making something immortal.”

“No?”

“I think it would be lonely.”

Sebastian looked at Violet for a few seconds, before shrugging: “I don’t think it would be too bad. You’d find people worth talking to, eventually. The same as if you’re not immortal.”

Violet turned her face away from the sky to look at Sebastian.

He was still looking upwards, but there was something unreadable on her face that made something in Violet’s heart clench. She couldn’t name the emotion; it wasn’t anything she’d seen before, but it was so lonely that it made her forget her manners, prompting her to reach out and rest her hand on his shoulder.

Sebastian turned to look at her as if he expected her to say something.

“I…thank you for sharing that story with me, Sebastian.”

He smiled faintly: “Thank you for listening. I think my brothers are utterly bored of me by now.”

Violet frowned: “I’m sure that’s not true! And even if it is…I’d happily listen to more of your stories.”

This time, Sebastian’s smile was much brighter: “Thank you, Miss Aldren. I…I would like to talk to you again some time, if that is agreeable to you.”

“I would very much like that.” Violet agreed. And she wasn’t lying, either.

She couldn’t say that she didn’t think there was something strange about Sebastian. But after speaking to him…she didn’t dislike him. And she wasn’t uncomfortable around anymore, either.

Truthfully, she was more uncomfortable when they parted ways and returned separately to the party - if anything, the thought of talking to Sebastian again was the only thing giving her enough energy to get through the rest of the night. It was entirely unexpected…but not unpleasant.

Not unpleasant at all.

[descentintobandom]

Coming Out

Title: Coming Out Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: No Pairing Rating: T Fic Summary: The boys’ sister finally comes out to them. Author’s Notes: Requested by anon. I actually really loved this! All requests are now complete!

If there was one thing Tara Kropp knew, it was that she definitely not straight. She’d known for a while now.

All the members of bands that her brother’s had toured around with had never turned her head. Remington, Emerson, and Sebastian had set her up on countless dates with other band members and every single one had ended with her confessing that she wasn’t into men. So the majority of the rock and pop-punk scene knew that she was a lesbian.

Yet, she still hadn’t confided in her brothers. Hell, she couldn’t even tell her twin Remington. She kept her secret close to her chest.

But that was going to change this tour.

Right now, she was standing with her twin’s girlfriend, Monica, while her brothers did their meet and greet.

Tara casually watched her brothers while talking to Monica, until her gaze fell on a gorgeous girl.

“Tara?” Monica asked. Monica followed Tara’s gaze.

It was on a tiny brunette up next in line.

“Do you like her?”

Tara blushed furiously. “What? No!”

“Tara, it’s okay. Do your brothers know?”

Tara sighed. “No. I haven’t told them.”

“Are you scared of them turning you away? Because you know they never would.”

“I know that! I’m just…nervous. I’ve never even kissed a girl.”

Monica giggled. “I’m sure it’s no different than kissing a guy.”

Tara rolled her eyes. “You don’t get it. Girls…girls are different. They’re soft and gentle.” Tara dreamed of running her hands over another girl’s breasts and hips.

“Down girl,” Monica said. She could see the thoughts running through Tara’s mind. Tara needed to tell her brothers and Monica knew exactly how to get her to do it.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Being on tour bus with a bunch of males usually led to a drunken game of truth or dare.

“Monica, truth or dare,” Emerson said.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss someone on this bus.”

Remington smirked, obviously assuming that his girlfriend was going to kiss him.

But everyone was shocked when Monica turned her head and kissed Tara.

Tara froze for a moment before she closed her eyes and kissed back. Her hands slid up Monica’s sides and buried themselves in her hair. Tara whimpered when Monica’s tongue licked at her bottom lip.

Tara wanted to feel guilty about kissing her twin’s girlfriend, but she couldn’t bring herself to. She was enjoying this too much.

When Monica pulled away, Tara followed her.

When she opened her eyes, she realized that everyone was staring her with wide eyes. Her hand covered her mouth as tears filled her eyes.

“Tara…” Monica said.

“Don’t touch me!” Tara got up and fled into the bunk room.

“Tara! I’m sorry!”

Everyone looked at Monica.

“I…I thought I was helping.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next morning, Tara slid out her bunk. She hadn’t slept all that well. She had decided last night that she was going to call their mother and go home to L.A.

“I think we need to talk,” Remington said from the couch.

“There’s nothing to talk about. Your girlfriend kissed me.”

“Why won’t you talk to me! You’re my other half, Tea. Something’s going on.”

“I…I like girls, Remi.” Tara’s heart felt like it’s going to beat out of her chest. “Please say something,” she breathed.

“What am I supposed to say? Am I supposed to tell you to leave? I thought you knew me better than that.”

“Remington…”

“I told you. You’re my other half. The better half of me even. So what if you’re into girls? We’re not going to turn you away.” Remington wrapped his arms around his twin.

“What’s going on? Are we missing out on a group hug?” Emerson joked.

“You wanna tell them? Or shall I?” Remington asked her.

“Tell us what?” Sebastian asked.

“I’m a lesbian.”

“Oh thank god. I thought you were going tell us you were dying or something.”

“At least we don’t have to worry about some random guy knocking you up,” Emerson said.

Tara rolled her eyes. “You could take this a little more seriously, you know?”

Remington winked. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”

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Boyfriend!Remington Leith Headcanon

ahh, wow we haven’t been active and I’m so heckin sorry. I do have a request that I have to work on i promise i’ll get it done eventually but I’ve just been so stressed lately and I haven’t had the inspiration to write. The only reason I did this is because I got inspired while I was doing dishes wow how domestic. Anyways, if you guys want me to do one of these for Emerson or Sebastian, just let me know. 

~I hope you enjoy~

-constantly has heart eyes for you ~uwu~

-spoils the heck out of you while on tour

-constantly has flowers delivered to your house, postmates your favorite snacks and dinners

-when he's home, he offers to cook but you're hella skeptical so you never let it happen

-one day, you're sick and don't have a choice and you're hella surprised when he baked you a whole ass cake

-like, it was so fancy and it actually tasted good

-after that, you started letting him cook more often

-when he's not on tour, or you're with him while he is, he's constantly wrapped around you

-his arm is on your waist, wrapped around your shoulders, his hand is in yours, or he is completely engulfing you in a hug

-Halloween was your favorite holiday, and one year you two had decided on a couples costume

-would you be surprised if I told you it was a Sid and Nancy costume? because it was

-honestly, everyone was shook

-longlivevicious? shook. popcorn? popped. children? fed. hotel? trivago.

-im not sorry

-when you two cuddle in bed, you convince him to let you choose the show sometimes

-some of my personal favorites are Brooklyn Nine-Nine, RuPaul's Drag Race, The Office, and Criminal Minds so like, maybe you guys watch some of those

-if you watch RuPaul's Drag Race, he ends up getting too invested

-when his favorite queen get's kicked off, he cried a little and probably angry tweeted RuPaul

-probably tweets RuPaul to let him on the show

-everyone ships you two cause why not he honestly looks so happy when he's with you

-you guys don't fight often, but when you do it sucks

-he hates seeing you upset and you hate seeing him angry

-one time at a venue, he got upset over something and you two started arguing

-it was kinda like when him and Sebastian were arguing and he broke the railing

-he punched the wall behind him and you jumped, eventually storming off back to the bus

-when he got back to the bus, his bunk curtain was closed, his blanket and pillow was on the couch, and Austin seemed pissed

-Remington slept out on the tiny couch and when you woke up, you felt bad cause he was basically in a ball since he didn’t fit at all

-eventually, you two talked it out, telling Austin everything was okay cause he was holding a grudge because how dare Remington hurt you

-did I mention you're really good friends with Austin? cause, you're close with everyone else but there's just something about him that made you two best friends

-okay, back to Rem

-overall, you two are really cute, and even though you guys fight sometimes and he is hardly home you make it work and he wouldn't have it any other way

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if anyone likes palaye royale, feel free to request things on this blog bc ive gotten back into them and the smut tag as well as the fic tags are empty (surprise surprise) and im a thirsty bitch so request pls!

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Bookstore Date

Sebastian Danzig X F!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: You and Sebastian are shopping when you see a cute little bookstore and drag him inside

A/N: I know it's not my best work and it's a little bit rushed but I thought it was cute so here you go (plus I wrote it very sleep deprived)

Walking through the streets with a bag full of clothes on my left hand and Sebastian on my right hand was really how I pictured paradise. It didn't really matter what was in the bag on the left to be honest, what mattered was Sebastian next to me.

Shopping was a bonus though. And my boyfriend liked to treat me. Right now, he was telling me about their newest song idea while I was swinging our interlocked hands between us. "And then we add this awesome solo right in the middle of it and it'll look so badass when Remington starts singing in the music video, I swear."

"Wait, you've got a concept already?" I interrupted his flow of words. That was news to me, the last time the Kropp brothers had had a writing session at our place, there had been just the most vague ideas. Well, to be perfectly honest, I went to bed like three hours before them so it was entirely possible that they came up with much more in that period of time. But still.

Sebastian looked at me like I had grown a second head. I had to tug him to the left as a bike shot past us. "Babe, have you met Emerson? That kid has it all played out in his head from the very first chord."

Okay, that was true. The youngest was simultaneously the most creative one of the three and that meant a lot. His art was beautiful and just like the good big brother and boyfriend Sebastian was, the first big gift he had given me had been a set of jewelry crafted after a design of Emerson and based on what Sebastian had picked up as my style. It was the most beautiful thing someone had ever given to me and I wore the set almost daily.

I just wanted to express my agreement when a bookstore came into view. Sebastian, already predicting my next words, smiled knowingly and turned our steps into its direction.

I just hoped that my eyes weren't glowing too obviously. One of these days, some innocent passerby would stop us if I kept staring at shops like that. "Can we go in there?"

"Sure, baby," Sebastian agreed with the voice of a man who knew that he needed to find an alternative occupation for the next hour.

Inside the shop, I made a beeline for the back where I recognized my favourite genre by the covers of the books. Sebastian, always the supportive boyfriend, had wisely grabbed my bags before they could fall to the ground. My hands flew over the titles almost by themselves as I absorbed the beauty of each of them.

For the next hour or two, I walked back and forth between Sebastian sitting on a chair in the corner, his phone in his hands (from what I could see he was scrolling through fanart), and the bookshelves. A table was placed conveniently next to the chair so I collected a good stack of books next to my boyfriend.

Occasionally, I had to share my excitement by shoving the book in question under his nose. "Read that synopsis! Doesn't that sound cool? And the cover is so gorgeous!"

"It really is," Sebastian agreed with a soft smile, his head tilted back to look up at me standing over him, vibrating in excitement, "I'm not gonna see you tonight apart from you getting some snacks, am I?"

"Nope," I told him gleefully and skipped off again.

If I thought about it, I really had the perfect boyfriend. Someone else would probably be showing their boredom or even annoyance at me ignoring them for stacks of paper. But not Sebastian. He was always smiling even though I was sure that he was bored to death and wanted to go home. Still, he let me run around the shop and reacted with appropriate words to whatever I picked up. All of the sudden, I was close to tears.

"Baby?" Sebastian's eyebrows were furrowed and he leaned out of the seat to get a better look at me, "you okay there? Is the sequel not out yet?"

I shook my head to get the sentimental thoughts out. God, I loved this man but should I tell him just now? Wasn't that supposed to be, like, romantic? Plus, we weren't a couple that long, just about two months. Eh, now or never. "I love you."

That sure got me his full attention. For a really long moment, Sebastian just stared at me, eyes wide open in surprise. He even fell back into the seat. I started to play with the corners of the book edges (a sure sign of how nervous I was, in my right mind, I would never do something as sacrilegious as intentionally scratching at a book).

"Uhm," Sebastian finally made a noise. It didn't sound too happy though. Alright, it wasn't that hard to fake your own death, right? I sure read enough to be able to.

And then there was one hand on my back and another on my cheek. Perplexed, I looked up, right into Sebastian's blue eyes. His mouth was turned up in a smile.

Oh thank God.

Then, he kissed me.

And boy, did that kiss have energy. Hot and intense, his mouth met mine, his fingers splayed out protectively on my cheek. I sighed into it and nibbled at Sebastian's bottom lip. It was short though, far too short for my liking.

Sebastian full on grinned now. "For the record, I love you too."

"I kinda got that," I attempted to smirk arrogantly but couldn't really get my mouth to comply. It was still tingling from the kiss and my mind was far too preoccupied with his words. Even though there had never really been a thing to be worried about. Insecurities, yay.

"Are you taking all these?" Sebastian pointed at the stack of at least ten books, effectively ruining the mood.

I gave him my best puppy eyes. "I'll pay them myself, I promise."

"Babe, I'll buy you all the books you want," Sebastian didn't seem to get that smile off of his face either. His arm fell on my waist in a familiar move and he pulled me into his side as if he was scared that I would run to get more books (which was kind of smart). With a wink, he added, "as long as you give me at least half an hour of your attention back home."

"Half an hour?" I raised one eyebrow at the perfectly schooled innocent look on Sebastian's face, "what do you exactly want to do in that time?"

Sebastian blinked slowly and grabbed the stack with his free arm. Simultaneously, he guided us to the register.

"I guess you'll have to wait and see."

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The Neighbour [4.6]

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A/N: Christ on a crutch, here we are!! Thank you again to everyone for your patience! It was so tough writing a good conclusion to Eva's journey and over all I'm very happy with this! And I think considering that we're about to enter into another new Palaye era speaks volumes to this transition. Thank so much again for your patience! Happy reading!

Warnings: some emotional angst, fluffy reunion, Happy American Thanksgiving to those who celebrate

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Thanksgiving was rarely ever a grand, extravagant affair in the Kropp family; nonetheless, subtle nuances from the previous year's celebration were easily discernible. Their once exuberant friends-giving festivity now found a cozy haven within the confines of Remington and Emerson's dining room. The smells of warm spices and gravy wafted through the air, a mouth-watering promise for what was to come. A select few friends exchanged shared, delectable side dishes amid clouded conversations, all the while Sebastian was attempting to carve up the turkey in the kitchen. He had only uttered a few cuss words so Remington figured it was going well enough.

He was only partially listening to Caity's conversation with his mom, catching up on work endeavours and whatever plans they may've had for Christmas. However, Remington couldn't help but keep glancing at his phone, once, twice, his mind racing as he wondered where Eva could've been. She told him she'd call him before their own Thanksgiving dinner, though he noted how quiet she'd been since the latest update on her mother's health. He wondered if he should just say fuck it and call her himself, though he'd panic before he could, assuring him that she probably just needed her space. She was supposed to be home in a day, and it felt like it couldn't come fast enough.

"Earth to Remington!" Caity waved her hand in front of his face and he instantly snapped out of his trance, “Copy if you read us,”

"What was that?" Remington asked.

"What do you want for Christmas, doofus," Caity asked, holding back a chuckle, "C'mon! You've been so quiet all night! I know we're still pandemic-struck but still!"

Stephanie simpered, "He's missing Eva, that's all,"

"Mom," Remington grumbled, "That makes me sound like a whiney pre-teen,"

"Well, you're certainly moping around like one," she replied, "Why don't you go help Sebastian?"

"Mom, he's supposed to be slicing turkey, not me," he replied.

Caity simply just rolled her eyes, "Oh, c'mon Remi! He's not gonna do that. Not with witnesses around, anyway," she joked.

"Speaking of your brothers, where's Emerson?" Stephanie turned her head, glancing around the room.

"Probably seeking refuge in his hobbit hole," Michael said as he passed by, crunching on a cracker with slathered in artichoke dip, "Great dip by the way, Stephanie,"

"Thank you Michael!" she beamed back.

None on them were the wiser to Emerson curled up on the stairs, sketching away in his notebook and far away from the camaraderie in the kitchen. He had Pluto nestled beside him, his leg still wrapped in the blue cast, though he was unbothered as he snored away beside the youngest brother. Emerson would pause between pen strokes to give the tabby an affectionate head pat, he figured this was the coziest the cat had ever been in the time he'd known him.

Emerson's train of thought was broken suddenly when the doorbell echoed through the hall, and his heavy eyes glanced up to the front door. Pluto perked up as well, raising his head and his ears sprung up. Emerson glanced over the railing towards the crowd, calling out.

"Hey! There's someone at the door!" though to no surprise, nobody could hear him. He figured he could've answered the door himself, but he was already comfortable in his spot and he didn't want to disturb Pluto, "Remington! Sebastian! Michael!" and still, no one could hear him.

And so, in true Emerson fashion, he whipped out his phone and began to type...

Remington had just finished pouring himself a glass of wine when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, whipping it out faster than a gunslinger in the west. However, he was dismayed when he saw Emerson's text:

Someone's at the door

With an eye roll, Remington texted back.

Where are you?

Sitting on the stairs

So why don't you go answer the door?

Because I don't want to disturb the cat

The cat with a broken leg, mind you...

It's sprained, not broken

Same difference

Remington huffed, setting down his wine glass and begrudgingly heading for the front door. Sure enough, he passed his little brother on the stairs, the tabby cat nestled against his legs. He glanced between him and the front door.

"You really couldn't make the ten foot walk to open the door?" he asked, tone verging on bitterness.

Emerson shrugged back, "Would you disturb this innocent child?" he pointed to Pluto with his pen, "Besides, our visitor is probably catching a cold out there,"

"They'd be catching less of one if you just got proactive," he muttered back, "Did we invite anybody else?"

"I don't think so," Emerson replied, "Maybe it's Amazon?"

Remington reached for the door knob, "I didn't order anything..."

He wrenched the door open, steeling himself to welcome a potential unexpected visitor or perhaps discover a package-bearing Amazon delivery person. Yet, astonishment washed over him as his eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of Eva standing on his stoop, luggage in tow behind her.

"-- Eva!?" his voice quivered slightly, yet the edges of his mouth tugged upward in a smile tinged with incredulity.

She locked her left right ankle in front of her left, smiling with giddy and a twinkle in her eye, "... surprise!" she half-sang, half-giggled.

Remington scooped her up in his arms without a second thought, hugging her tightly to his chest, inhaling her vanilla essence. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her cold nose pressed to his skin but quite frankly he couldn't care. He missed her so damn much.

"I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow?" he murmured, relief laced in his voice nonetheless.

"I was, but I just... I needed to come home," she replied, "I missed you so much,"

"Fuck me, I missed you more," he kissed her, aching for the comforting familiarity of her chapstick's faint sweetness, the pillowy softness of those lips he could've spent hours kissing. Eva wound her arms around his neck and pulled him to her with an intensity that surpassed mere physical proximity, reveling in the sanctuary of his embrace.

"Eva?" Emerson's voice suddenly rattled from behind them. The couple broke apart and glanced over, Remington was none too surprised to see Emerson hadn't bothered to move from his spot on the stairs. That didn't stop him from craning his neck like a giraffe to try and see what was happening.

"He's still not getting up!" Remington shook his head as he grumbled.

Eva tittered softly, "Hi Emerson,"

"How did you get a flight so fast?" he asked.

She shrugged, stepping aside as Remington moved to grab her luggage from out of the cold, "My sister's boyfriend has a cousin who works for the airline, turns out," she replied, "... I hope you guys don't mind having one more dinner guest?"

"Are you kidding me?" Emerson gawked back, "I'm willing to sacrifice Sebastian in order to make space for you myself. Right Pluto?" he glanced down at the tabby.

Pluto finally made the move from the stairs, slinking down the marble and hobbling over to his master. Eva was nevertheless quite concerned when she noticed the bright blue cast on his leg.

"What the -- Pluto!" she was careful as she picked him, cradling the big baby in her arms as she turned to Remington, "What happened?"

Remington smiled sheepishly, glancing between her and the cat as he nervously puffed his cheeks, "Ah... well, he -- uh... Emerson?"

"Nope, you're on your own here," the youngest brother muttered.

"Remington..." Eva stared up up at him, anxiously awaiting some sort of explanation.

Remington sighed, "He... it's a long story but basically your neighbour is insane and he fell off your balcony. But we rushed him to the vet as fast as we could!"

"I've never seen Sebastian drive that fast," Emerson tacked on.

Eva glowered at her tabby, who was none the wiser as he cuddled into her shoulder, his claws gripping tightly to her jacket, "Jesus Christ. Why didn't you call me?" she asked the brothers.

"Because you had so much you were dealing with and we didn't want to worry you," Remington replied, remorseful and uneasy, "But I should've called you. That's on me, I'm sorry,"

Eva shook her head, "You're damn right you should've! I have pet insurance!" she exclaimed, "I could've had the bill covered!"

Remington simpered, "Honestly Eva, don't worry about the bill," one hand moved to her waist and the other rubbed between Pluto's ears, "As long as Pluto's still running around, I couldn't care less,"

Eva's apprehension settled as she relaxed in his embrace, cuddling the cat closer to her chest, "You god damn chaotic mess of fur; I'm seriously gonna' get you a bell!"

"Wouldn't be the worst idea," Emerson said, finally making the move to stand, "C'mon, I'm hungry," and he started for the dining room, notebook still tucked under his arm. Remington simply shook his head as he walked off.

"You know, he just watched while Sebastian yelled at me about peeling carrots. Like -- it's not hard to peel carrots!" he said.

Eva shook her head with a gentle laugh, pressing up on her toes to press another kiss to his cheek, "I'm sure you did just fine. It smells amazing in here,"

"That's mom's artichoke dip,"

She followed Remington into the dining room, still holding Pluto in her arms as they joined their friends. Shy was the first to rise from her seat, rushing over to envelop Eva in a tight hug. Meanwhile, Sebastian poked his head out from the kitchen, curious about the sudden commotion. Eva wasn't surprised to see his apron draped over his stylish pinstripe suit underneath. Chairs were shifted, a new place setting was prepared, and despite Eva's offer to assist, Larissa and Stephanie insisted that she sit back and relax.

The turkey was brought out soon enough, accompanied by a spread of sumptuous sides and a delicious bottle of wine. The table was alive with chatter: Michael animatedly discussing the band's latest video plans, Caity and Hayden enthusiastically sharing their upcoming Christmas trip itinerary. Amidst it all, questions came Eva's way—about her mother, her early return home, her fatigue, and more. Yet, in that moment, Eva couldn't have felt happier. She basked in the warmth of the gathering, feeling entirely at ease, all traces of anxiety vanishing with Remington's arm draped casually across her shoulders.

Only a couple hours later the house was emptied, plates were partially washed and thrown hastily in the dishwasher, any leftovers were packed up and sent home with friends. And because he had shown the least amount of effort in prep, the brothers decided it was Emerson's job to tidy up the table. Remington meanwhile had hauled Eva's bag upstairs, much to her protests that she could do it herself but he remained insistent; he was just so happy to have her home.

Her bag was barely unzipped before Remington threw himself on the bed, chin cupped in his hand as he watched her begin to unpack. There were a plethora of questions burning in his brain.

"Soooo..." he trailed.

"So?" Eva queried.

"Why are you home early?" he asked, "I didn't want to pile on at dinner but..."

Eva placed down the shirts she was about to pull out, sighing as she took a seat on the bed, "Well... you want the long story or the short story?"

He simply shook his head, "Whatever you want to share, where ever you wanna' start,"

She shifted over so she could lay beside him, her hands coming to rest over her stomach as she stared up at the ceiling, "Well... we got a call from the hospital Friday morning..."

Eva's heart dropped when she saw the caller ID flash for the hospital, nevertheless she picked up the call and brought the speaker to her ear, hesitating before she answered, "H-Hello... yes, that's me..."

Magda, Greg, and Theo watched silently as Eva turned her back, her voice coming to a hushed octave. Impatient as ever though, the oldest sister turned to her brothers, "What the hell is going on now?" she asked, tone verging on exasperation.

Greg scoffed back, "Well, in not so many words, Eva's not a match for mom's transfer. But someone else is," he replied.

Magda glowered at him, "And are we waiting for a 90s soap-opera style dramatic pause, or...?"

"She's seeing someone else," Theo admitted, "I guess you guys already knew that -- but he stepped up as a potential donor..."

Magda's eyes went wide, "-- No... Greg!" she turned to him, "Please don't tell me..."

Greg nodded solemnly, "He's a perfect match for the kidney. They're gonna have him prepped this week, after the holiday," he confirmed.

At that, Eva got off the phone with a simple, "Alright, thank you..." and she turned to her siblings. She felt her hands shaking, her heart racing as though she'd had drank coffee on an empty stomach and the caffeine was just beginning to kick in. This whole journey, all of this fighting and tiptoeing and pillage of more trauma had all in turn been for nothing.

"Whelp, she struck again," Magda sighed with a head shake, "Crazy old battle axe did it again..."

Greg steeled himself against the wall, utter defeat overcoming his face, "So, is Julien asking dad for the number of his divorce attorney, or..."

"He has someone," Theo admitted, his eyes averted to the ground, "He said he's always kind of suspected something was up,"

Magda scoffed, "Not to be a downer but as the saying goes: if they cheat with you, they cheat --"

"Mags!" Greg stopped her with a swift glare, nodding his head to their younger sister. Eva was just frozen on the spot, dark blue eyes glazed over as she stared off into space. There was partial relief overwhelming her, she didn't have to go under the knife after all. However, so much had happened in three days, so much mental strain and it had finally taken its toll on her.

"Eva?" Magda stood up and approached her slowly, picking off the reflection of tears brimming, "Eves, are you okay?"

Eva didn't -- couldn't respond. For once in her life she was at a complete loss for words; and yet she had so many thoughts scratching in her brain, so much jumbled jargon to spew out in a twisted heap of nerves and fear but all she could do was give a silent nod, her eyes clamped shut in a futile attempt to stop herself from crying.

Magda caught her just before the dam burst, holding her tightly as the first few sniffles and sobs left her. The two sisters held each other tightly, the eldest not uttering a word as she just held her, rubbing her back as she cooed softly, "It's okay honey, let it out. It's okay,"

Theo couldn't stand to watch anymore, stepping forward to throw his arms around the pair. Greg followed suit, a solemn scene in the antiquated kitchen with the despair finally being lifted from all of them. Eva had so much anger she was still holding on to, but in this moment she couldn't care less. This mess was finally over, tremendously and brutally over, and all she wanted now was to go home...

"... we didn't really plan for a proper Thanksgiving, so we kind of threw some stuff together last night and called it a day," she finished off, her gaze having never left the ceiling, "And Magda's boyfriend got me a last-minute ticket this morning. I was on the second standby out of town,"

Remington stayed beside her the entire time, listening intently, his mind blown at the full revelation of Eva's trip. He was relieved on the one hand knowing she wouldn't have to go under the knife after all, on the other hand he could see how such a plot twist had rattled her, dredging up old feelings she was sure she didn't have to deal with again.

"Holy fuck..." he gaped in awe, "She just threw away her family like that? No explanation, no nothing?"

"Straight to the calculating point, it's her pattern," she sighed, chuckling with pity, "It's classic: she'll let him play as her white knight until she gets bored and finds someone else to pull into her web. She's never gonna' stop, Rem,"

"And that's not your problem," he cuddled up beside her, gently drawing his arm around her body, enfolding her in the embrace of his chest, "I'm so sorry, Eva,"

"Why?" she glanced up at him.

"Because, you went over there with the best intentions and it just -- I just don't want this to affect you more then it already has. I'm worried, is all," he explained.

"I'm okay, Remington," she turned over onto her side, coming nose-to-nose with him, "I'm okay, I swear to you. I'm a little worried about Theo, but Greg assured me he's gonna keep an eye on him. He's done nothing to deserve any of this,"

"Neither have you. I'm proud of you, though," he said.

"Why?"

"You made up with your sister. That's not nothing, believe me," he chuckled at the end, "And you and Greg got closer, and you gaped bridges with Theo and his dad, that's not nothing,"

Eva simpered quietly, "I think you meant 'mend bridges'? 'To bridge a gap' means having the qualities of two different groups or things or... stuff,"

All Remington could do was laugh, at her train of thought, at the sleepy slur of her voice, how her lips curled when she knew she was correcting him but she tried to play it off as no big deal. Words alone couldn't express how much he missed this girl, and how it would be a long damn time before he spent such time away from her again.

"There's my girl," he awed, pressing kisses to her cheeks and her nose, "I missed you so fucking much,"

"I missed you, too," Eva giggled, squirming in his arms but she made no move to push him away; she was just so happy to be home again. She sighed when he let up, pushing loose locks of blonde hair behind his ears, "Do you think you're ever gonna' cut your hair?" she asked curiously, "Not that I don't love this look on you,"

Remington scoffed, "It is getting a liiiiittle long," he admitted, "You miss my spikes?"

"Yeah! They're so quintessentially you!" she replied, "But then there's so many more layers to you than just your hair. I love every side of you,"

With no hesitation he buried his face in the crook of her neck, overwhelmed in her familiar scent, pressing soft kisses to her pulse point as she wrapped her arms around him, "You're so fucking cute. I love you so much," he mumbled.

Eva smirked back, her fingers threading through his hair the way she knew he melted at, "Mmm, I think I love you more," she said.

"Not possible," he squeezed her tighter to him to make his point.

"I don't know about that," she teased, "You're only the greatest thing that happened to me in my life, so..."

Remington couldn't keep the beaming smile off of his face, shifting up so they were at eye-level with each other. His next words spilled out before his brain could catch up, impulsively escaping from his lips:

"I'm gonna' marry you one day,"

To say Eva was a little taken aback was an understatement, "What?" it took her another minute to process what he'd just said to her.

Remington chuckled bashfully, "Not like -- now or anything. But one day down the line... when you're least expecting it, I'm gonna' ask you to marry me," he decided.

"Oh really?" Eva cocked a brow, resisting the urge to bite her lip, "And you just assume that I'm gonna' say yes?"

"Of course I do," with tender affection, Remington traced small circles under Eva's sweatshirt, his touch light and comforting. She turned towards him, a soft smile gracing her lips, and met his gaze with a warmth that spoke volumes, "I love you. I'm a way better person everyday because of you. You are every reason, every hope, every dream I've ever had and no matter where we go in the future, I will always be yours," he brought his hand up to her cheek, caressing the soft skin as though she were porcelain, "And you, my darling, will always be mine,"

Earlier that day, Eva had sworn to herself she wouldn't cry upon her return. Yet, despite her determination, she couldn't stifle the swell in her chest, the insistent pull at her tear ducts, nor the overpowering wave of affection she had for Remington. Each word he spoke felt like a lifeline, flowing from his lips in his husky voice, and she clung to them fervently.

"Oh my God," her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to bury her face in the sheets, "I take it back: that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard you say,"

Remington's expression softened, a gentle smile gracing his lips, "Better than William Blake?"

"So much better,"

Closing the distance between them, Remington reached out to brush a stray tear from Eva's cheek. His touch was tender, his fingers lingering against her skin as if tracing the delicate contours of her emotions.

Their connection intensified in the silence that followed, a subtle electricity lingering between them. Remington gently tucked a loose strand of Eva's hair behind her ear, his touch a tender gesture filled with unspoken affection.

Eva's gaze met Remington's, a softness in her eyes that spoke volumes. In that moment, amidst the quiet intimacy of his -- their bedroom, they shared an unspoken understanding, each wordless glance conveying a depth of emotion that transcended spoken language.

[ballet-royale]

Remington: I was thinking we could just steal what we needed

Sebastian: No Remington, that’s wrong

Remington: Well, we stole Emerson!

Sebastian: No we didn’t, we rescued Emerson and he’s his own person allowed to make his own decisions

Emerson: I wanna steal

[the-world-is-spinning-round]

Scents - Sebastian Danzig fan fiction (Spooktober Writing Challenge)

The wolf growled and snarled, disorientated from the forced change from being a man to being an animal.

Nothing looked right and nothing sounded right: everything was blurry and too bright and too loud and too muddled, and it made him want to howl at the full moon he couldn’t currently see.

Everything was wrong, everything was strange, and everything was scaring him!

Familiarity. Safety. Caring.

Cloves. Earth. Brown sugar.

The wolf’s fur settled over his shoulders, his skin starting to feel a little less like there were bugs crawling under it.

Concern. Worry. Affection. 

Ginger. Dark chocolate. Nutmeg.

He whined, and shuffled forward on his belly, until he could bury his nose in the hand offered to him. His discomfort vanished instantly: tactileness was comfort, was affection, was love - and the scent that also meant those things slowly changed too.

Relief. Fondness. Warmth.

Petrichor. Orange peel. Stronger cinnamon.

This time the wolf’s whine was one of friendliness - and was replied to with a gentle laugh.

The sound prompted the wolf to sit up and lean into the person making friendly noises to him: wagging his tail so hard that his whole body was shaking as he buried his face into the person’s neck.

Hands buried themself in his fur, stroking over it, fingers combing through it, settling it properly over the wolf’s skin. The wolf whimpered happily, nuzzling into the woman’s neck and shoulder between licking at her jaw and ear - making her laugh even louder, loud enough to vibrate through the side he pressed against her chest.

Joy.

Ripe pineapple and oranges.

Finally Sebastian could open his eyes and take in the world both as the wolf and the man.

His mate knelt next to him, one arm wrapped around his neck while the other continued to stroke down his back: soothing the last few twinges of the change from man to wolf. It was far easier than was when changing alone, his mate’s scent cutting through the too-bright lights and too-loud noises, bringing him back to the real world without the painful adjustment period that he’d had to go through when he changed form on his own.

He buried his face in her neck once again, this time leaving it there, happy to take a few deep breaths of her natural scent, soaking it in and basking in it.

Moments later, he heard the sound of two more sets of paws approaching, and he straightened to see his brothers waiting for him in the doorway.

Family. Excitement. Impatience.

Woodsmoke. Green apples. Coffee beans.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, but reluctantly pulled himself away from his mate.

He could feel it too: the moon’s call to escape the house and head outside, to run through the trees and roll in the dirt and feel the forest under his paws. Although he would have happily spent a few more moments with his mate, his brothers didn’t have mates, and nights of the full moon were always meant to be spent with the pack.

The fact he was leaving a member of the pack behind didn’t settle right with him, but it was too cold for his human mate to run around in the forest with them - and she didn’t mind waiting at home, as long as he came back safe.

Not that that was a concern, even as he headed out into the forest with his brothers, he knew he’d always come back to her.

Always.

Because even as he left her into their home, one scent still clung to his fur.

Love.

Honey and freshly baked cakes and a multitude of flowers.

How could he not come back to a scent like that?

[descentintobandom]

Ghost in the Graveyard

Title: Ghost in the Graveyard Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: No Pairing Rating: T Fic Summary: Shiloh has gone to the graveyard to kill herself and meets Sebastian. Author’s Notes: Inspired by the above moodboard by @ylove-bandaesthetics​. The title is from a game I used to play as a child called, “Ghost in the Graveyard.”

If there was a perfect place to die, it was a graveyard.

This is what went through Shiloh’s mind as she entered the graveyard in the woods. When she died, a bear would probably come along and eat her body. Morbid thoughts, but she was in a morbid place.

It was so quiet that it almost freaked Shiloh out. Shouldn’t there be wolves howling? Or birds tweeting?

The only sound came from the leaves crunching under her feet and the bottle of pills in her jacket pocket.

Shiloh walked a little further into the graveyard, past tombstones that could no longer be read. She wondered how long some of them had been there. Finally, she stopped and sat down, leaning against a headstone.

Shiloh took a deep breath and pulled out the bottle of pills she’d brought with her. She popped the cap and was about to empty the bottle into her mouth when she heard a voice.

“I don’t think you want to do that.”

Shiloh’s eyes snapped open and she saw a man standing in front of her.

He wore a tan jacket and a black tank top with a black ascot tie around his neck. There brown boots on his feet and black skinny jeans on his legs. He looked like he’d come straight from the late seventies/early eighties.

“Shit!” Shiloh cursed, dropping the bottle of pills.

They scattered across the ground.

She placed a hand on her chest as her heart beat quickly.

The man chuckled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Shiloh glared at him. “It isn’t funny!”

“I wasn’t laughing at you, I promise. I was laughing at…well it doesn’t matter.” He leaned down and picked up the bottle of pills. “What are you doing with these?”

They looked exactly like…

“That’s none of your business!” Shiloh snapped, reaching for it.

The man pulled away from her grasp. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were about to kill yourself.”

Shiloh stood up and snatched the bottle from his hand. “So what if I was?” She’d been depressed for a while. She didn’t see the point in living anymore.

“I’m Sebastian.”

“And I don’t care.”

“You are very stand-offish, you know that?” She reminded Sebastian of his younger brother Remington. Was he still…?

“Look, can you just leave?” Shiloh asked.

“Actually I can’t.”

“I’m not your responsibility.”

“Never said you were.”

This man, Sebastian, was odd. He wasn’t fighting her. In fact, he looked like he could care less. Like he had bigger things to worry about than a suicidal teenage girl. “You wanna tell me why you’re in a graveyard, in the middle of the woods, in the middle of the night, about to kill yourself?” Sebastian asked her.

Shiloh sighed. “Have…have you ever reached a point in your life where you just stopped caring? Honestly, I could get shot or run over by a car tomorrow and I’d probably thank them.”

Sebastian nodded. He’d gone through a time like that. A very long time ago. “What about your parents? What happens when they wake up in the morning and you’re not there?”

Shiloh didn’t have an answer to that. She hadn’t been thinking of her parents when she left the house hours ago. She couldn’t imagine her mother or father finding her body. Maybe that’s why she drove all the way out here. To die in peace.

“I know life seems rough right now, but you shouldn’t give up,” Sebastian told her, “Go home. And leave the pills here.”

Shiloh looked down at the bottle of pills in her hand. Finally, she handed them to Sebastian and turned to start walking to her car.

“I know how life works. Trust me. I once lived it.”

Shiloh turned around, about to ask him what he meant by that but he was gone. “Sebastian?” she called.

But there was no answer. He had just vanished.

A shiver went down Shiloh’s spine as she ran back to her car. If she’d just turned around, she would have seen the grave behind her.

“Sebastian Danzig Kropp. 1954-1981”.

[a-and-mtrashpile]

Brat: Remington Leith

Anon requested:  Hey loves! I’m in love with you daddy!Remington shots, could you possibly do another one but where she’s bratty and he punishes her?

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I’m just now getting back into writing and it’s been pretty stressful lately. I hope you like it~

Warnings: Daddy!Rem, bratty reader, implied smut do these have to be warnings?? idk

A short giggle escaped your mouth as you hid in the closet, the small box of crackers in your hand. Remington went out with his brothers, telling you he'd be back later that night.

Of course, you could've behaved while he was gone but what's the fun in that. Exactly, there is no fun in that. So, here you were, hiding in the closet with your favorite stuffie (one Remington got for you), chips and crackers scattered around you, and a movie playing from your phone.

You didn't realize how long you were in there until you heard the front door open and slam shut. "Shit," you mumbled as you tried hiding all the snacks, panic coursing through you as Remington started calling out for you.

"Baby girl, where are you?!" Remington yelled, climbing up the stairs. You started panicking even more when you heard his boots hitting your bedroom floor, slowly coming closer to the closet.

When the door was thrown open, you quickly hid the last bag of chips behind you, smiling wide and trying to look as innocent as possible. "There you ar-what are you hiding behind your back?" He instantly went into daddy mode when he saw you, stuffie and innocent look as your phone continued the movie.

"Nothing," you mumbled, putting your head down. Remington sighed as he held out his hand, asking for what was behind your back. You slowly handed it to him, keeping your head down. "Baby, I thought we talked about this. You're lucky I have friends coming over or else I would lay you over my knee right now," Remington said as he took the chips and brought them back down to the kitchen.

The entire time Remington had his friends over, including his brothers, you kept pushing the limits. Of course, no one knew why Remington kept throwing you threatening glances, but you knew exactly why.

This was one of the only times you could break any and every rule without being punished automatically. "Remi, are you having fun?" You asked as you sat on your boyfriend's lap, wiggling your hips to 'get comfortable.'

He set his beer down on the table next to the basically empty couch, gripping your hips to hold you still. "I hope you know as soon as everyone leaves, that pretty little ass of yours is going to be redder than the shirt you're wearing," Remington mumbled into your ear, causing you to struggle to get out of his grip, a devious smile spreading across your face.

Once you finally got out of his grip, you made your way outside to the patio where the main crowd was. You stayed with Emerson and Shy for the rest of the night, occasionally winking at Remington when you two would make eye contact.

"Thanks for coming guys," Remington said as he said goodbye to Hayden and Caity, closing the door as soon as they got to the end of the porch.

He instantly turned and saw you hiding behind the wall into the kitchen, his eyes growing darker. You giggled as you ran towards the bedroom, knowing Remington would follow you.

As you got to the top of the stairs, Remington caught up and wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up off the ground to carry you to the bedroom. You squealed as you tried to get out of his grasp, not being very successful.

When he reached your shared bedroom, he kicked the door shut and threw you onto the bed. "My little brat. What ever am I going to do with you?" He asked as you sat up on the bed, trying to avoid your punishment with puppy dog eyes.

He kicked off his shoes, pushing you down on the bed so your back was flush with the fuzzy bedding. You looked up, watching him as he took off all his accessories and makeup.

Your heart-rate sped up when he walked over to the end of the bed, kneeling on it for leverage. His hands massaged their way up to your hips, Remington smirking as you waited for his next move.

He forcefully pulled you down to the edge of the bed and sat down, hands still massaging your legs. You let out a soft moan as he worked on your tensed calves, Remington instantly stopping when he heard you.

"Don't forget that this is a punishment, baby. I want you laying on my lap before I reach 3."

[written-on-the-trees]

Snow Day Plans - Sebastian Danzig Fan Fiction

Prompt: Shovelling Snow

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1750 words

Summary: Merry's neighbour Sebastian is really the best neighbour she could ask for...and maybe more.

   The local news kept going on about the chaos the snow had caused, but Merry had stopped listening in favour of sighing at her daughter: “Looks like it’s me and you today, kid.”

   Her daughter Sariah didn’t respond, too happy sitting at the kitchen table, munching away on her waffles. She was a little too young to really understand snow days yet, anyway, having only started pre-school this year. She wouldn’t mind tagging along with Merry as she ran her errands for the day…but Merry certainly wasn’t really looking forward to braving the results of last night’s snowstorm with a four-year-old in tow.

 Sariah was a great kid…but she was still a kid, and there was only so much Merry could ask of her, especially when it was freezing and everyone was acting like a crazy person because of the snow.

 Merry was already dreading it.

 At least most of the errands she nodded to run could actually be put off until the snow melted, but the trip to Walmart was not one of them. And neither was clearing her driveway.

   “Beautiful, but only until you remember what a pain it is, right?”

 Merry turned towards the sound of the voice calling out to her as soon as she got outside, smiling when she saw her neighbour Sebastian standing there with a shovel, half-way through clearing his own driveway: “Tell me about it.”

 “I’d love to, but my useless brothers - ” he yelled the last three words, looking pointedly at his front door, where his two younger brothers were standing with steaming mugs, were watching on calmly: “ - are leaving me to do this all alone, so I don’t think my lungs could take it.”

 “If you have energy to bitch, you have energy to shovel.” Remington replied casually, before turning to smile brightly at Merry: “Hey Merry - do you want some coffee? We just made some.”

 More than used to the brothers’ unique we-love-each-other-but-will-torture-each-other-at-every-opportunity dynamic, Merry just laughed: “I think I’ll leave it for your brother; he’s going to need it.”

 “At least someone around here thinks about my needs…” Sebastian muttered, making Merry laugh as she ducked into her garage for her own shovel.

   The brothers continued to bicker, although the actual words were lost on Merry, muffled by the walls of the garage.

 Even though she’d had some reservations when she’d learned her new neighbour was in rock and roll band that was growing in popularity by the day, who often had his younger brothers: the other members of said band, round, Merry actually really liked Sebastian and his brothers.

 Sebastian was the textbook definition of a good neighbour: pulling her trash bins back from the curb when he was retrieving his own, always stopping for a chat when they passed each other coming in and out of their homes, didn’t pull faces when Sariah was playing (and wailing excitedly) in the backyard. And his brothers were equally sweet. Emerson had bought her flowers after she’d let him borrow some coffee one morning, and Remington was always so happy to crouch down at talk to Sariah, going along with her babbling and responding as if it was a real two-way conversation, even before Sariah had really been able to speak properly.

 Just remembering all the nice interactions she’d had with the brothers - especially Sebastian - was enough to bring a smile to Merry’s face…right before it fell into a frown.

 Even after searching for almost ten minutes, she hadn’t found her shovel. She was absolutely she’d put it back in here after the last time she’d used it…but that didn’t mean it would still be in here, she realised, when she remembered her ex-husband coming round last week to drop Sariah off, and asking to borrow something out of her toolbox. It wouldn’t be unlike him to take the shovel too and not tell her.

 Sighing, she resolved to asking Sebastian if she could borrow his, heading out and hoping she caught him before he was finished clearing his own driveway…only to find that he had finished, but instead of going inside where it was warm, he was now shoveling the snow away from the path between Merry’s front door and her garage.

   “Oh, Sebastian, you don’t have to do that!”

 Sebastian, being the sweetheart that he was, just looked up at Merry to smile: “It’s okay. No sense in two of us getting sweaty and exhausted.”

 “You shouldn’t have to worry about sorting out my driveway if you’re already exhausted…”

 “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I’m going to be going to the gym for a while, in this weather, so I’m going to have to get my work-outs in somehow.” he chuckled, before gently shooing her towards her door: “Go get in the warm, I’ll sort all this out.”

   Merry wanted to argue…but it was cold. And she knew Sebastian wasn’t likely to give in, no matter how much she argued: it’d be easier on both of them for her to just go inside.

 So she did, but not before giving Sebastian a grateful look. She also started some fresh coffee for when Sebastian was finished - because she refused to let him help her, without at least offering something in return, even if it was just coffee. Sebastian did so much, considering they were just neighbours, and Merry didn’t want to take advantage of his willingness to be kind.

 By the time she’d checked in on Sariah, who was still happily sat at the kitchen counter, colouring in a new page of her colouring book, and checked on the coffee, Sebastian had not just finished the path, but the driveway too, and she had the chance to wave him into the kitchen before he headed back to his own house:

   “I made you some fresh coffee, in case your brothers finished what was at your place.”

 “It’s not unlikely.” he smiled wryly, before the expression turned more genuine when he looked at Sariah: “Hey, Sariah.”

 “Hi Mister Sebastian.”

 Merry rolled her eyes at Sariah’s vague response, but apparently Emerson was just the same when he was drawing, and Sebastian thought her daughter’s focus on her colouring in was adorable - so Merry let her daughter’s slight rudeness go and handed Sebastian a mug of coffee: “Here you go, splash of creamer and no sugar.”

 “Thank you.” Sebastian responded gratefully: “So, I’m guessing the schools are shut today?”

 “They are indeed,” Merry nodded, reaching over to ruffle her daughter’s hair: “So little miss is going to come to Walmart with me, aren’t you sweetie?”

 “Mo-oom.” Sariah complained, batting at Merry’s hand: “I don’t wanna go out. ‘S cold.”

   Sebastian hid his smile behind his coffee mug, while Merry just rolled her eyes again.

 She couldn’t blame her daughter; it was bitterly cold outside, and Walmart was going to a warzone with it being so close to Christmas and the snow from last night, and the more snow that was predicted to come down tonight and tomorrow. If she could leave Sariah at home, she would, but with no-one to watch her she didn’t really have a choice.

   “Sorry, baby, but you’re a little young to be staying home alone yet.” she leant down to kiss Sariah on the top of her head.

 Her daughter grumbled, but went back to her colouring without complaint…but Sebastian looked thoughtful: “I could always get Emerson and Remington to watch her, if you don’t mind?”

 They’d done it before, in an emergency, but snow was hardly enough to make Merry desperate: “I couldn’t ask them to do that, honestly. You’ve already been so helpful today.”

 “You’d actually be doing me a favour. Otherwise they’ll insist on coming to Walmart with me, and it’ll mean at least another hour and a half in there.” Sebastian shuddered dramatically: “They could watch Sariah, and then we could go and do the shopping without my brothers trying to elbow drop each other off of freezers.”

   It actually sounded pretty good.

 Sariah could be safely watched at home, and Merry wouldn’t have to turn into an aisle to see Sebastian holding his head in his hands while Remington pinned Emerson to the floor and gave him a noogie. It had been funny to her, but Sebastian had looked ready to disown them both. Sariah got on with all three of the brothers, but she got on especially well with Emerson…it really was a good idea.

   “Please mum?” Sariah looked up at her: “I really don’t want to go out in the snow.”

 “Okay,” Merry relented: “Only if Emerson and Remington don’t mind.”

   And that was how she ended up in the passenger seat of Sebastian’s car, being waved off by her daughter, Emerson, and Remington.

 The drive was filled with easy conversation, Merry never finding it awkward to spend time with Sebastian. It felt like no time at all before they were in Walmart, pushing their carts around the aisles, still chatting about the all the same things they had in the car.

 It was one of the main reasons Merry liked Sebastian, really liked him; he was just so easy to be around. Merry never felt uncomfortable with him, or like she had to walk on egg shells to keep him happy. By the end of her marriage to Sariah’s father, Merry had been so used to feeling nervous that it had felt like it was going to be her default setting forever…but with Sebastian it was completely different.

 With Sebastian, Merry felt like she could really just let loose, knowing that he would never hold it against her or judge her. He was always willing to drop an arm over her shoulders as he laughed with her, or wrap his fingers around hers whenever Sariah wasn’t around to see her mum getting so close to a man who wasn’t her father. She was still adjusting to not having her father in the house, and no matter what Merry personally wanted, Sariah had to come first, and Sebastian had been very understanding of that...so, for now, Sebastian was just Merry’s neighbour, but in the future…she was eager for so much more.

 And when she felt Sebastian drop a light kiss on the top of her head, she was filled with hope that she was going to get it.

[lilbabybluerxse]