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the-world-is-spinning-round · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Remington sighed again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For a vampire, it was an intriguing sight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It made a nice change.

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

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

And that something was run away.

Specifically with this woman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please don’t reject me.

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

Remington grinned.

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

And Remington was still smiling.

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

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deadboyfriendd · 1 year

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Eddie Munson.

Volare | Remastered

String Lights

Headliners.

Kate.

She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty

The Girls in the Band

Sockpuppet

Video Girl.

Cochise

Steve Harrington.

Hallmark

Stains in the Granite

Stone Gothic

Bisbee

All That Glitters

Drabbles.

Eddie's Bed

Holding Eddie's Hand

This Machine Slays Dragons

Laugh Tracks

Like Ice.

Filthy

Cast Iron

All Day

Brave

Suspended

Mele Kalikimaka

Time Traveler!Reader.

TT! x Eddie Headcanons

The Flea and The Acrobat

Enchanted

Headcanons.

Eddie Headcanons

Eddie's Passenger Princess

Three Raccoons in a Trenchcoat

Three Raccoons in a Trenchcoat ii

Social Skills

Music Notes.

Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

Constant Headache - Joyce Manor

Like We'll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross

Events.

The Science Fiction Double Feature

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cosmal · 2 years

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aerial twenty one she her aus aries esfp.

user change forourmoons -> cosmal

eddie munson and james potter lover !!

masterlist drabbles requests 2022 kinktober

requests currently open! feel free to send any in after reading my requests link.

i heart leith ross

#about me #nav

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feralandmoonstruck · 3 years

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Bread

DNI IF UNDER 18

Thanks @adie-dee for the prompt! Hope you enjoy your bread as much as they did!

WC: 674

“Fi,” Leith exclaimed as he opened the door. “To what do I owe this pleasure? I thought for certain that Viorel would be monopolizing all your time today.”

Fiora grinned. “Lucky me, he got called away for a while, which means I was able to sneak down to the kitchens and make this,” she produced a small parcel wrapped in cloth from behind her back.

“Ooh, what is it,” he asked as he took the package from her. “Oh! It’s warm! And smells delicious. Fiora, what did you make me?” He batted his eyelashes at her and let her into his room.

“It’s a hazelnut spent grain bread from the last batch of beer the kitchens finished this morning, and I’ve also managed to whip up a juniper and fig compote.” She reached into her pocket and produced a small glass jar.

Leith gasped. “Fiora you shouldn’t have! How did you manage all this? And what will my brothers say when they find out you’re absolutely spoiling me?” He waggled his eyebrows at her.

“Well, Marceline was making the bread anyway, so it wasn’t too much to talk her out of a loaf.”

“I’m shocked you managed to talk Marceline out of anything. I’ve heard the horror stories, you know. What sort of dark sacrifice did you have to make?”

Fiora laughed. “She’s not unreasonable. I let her try a few small batches of compound butter I’ve made and she enjoyed most of them. She’s even added a few to her book.”

Leith stared at her with wide eyes. “I do believe that’s the most impressive thing I’ve ever heard.”

“You need to get out more then,” she couldn’t keep the laughter from her voice. “You should try it before it cools too much.”

“Do you also have a bread knife secreted away in your pockets?”

“I think we’re all well aware that they don’t let me take knives out of any room I’m in. Especially not the kitchen. The bread is already sliced.”

“We can’t have you stabbing people, you know.” Leith straightened and raised his chin to look down his nose at her.

“You smash your face into a wall once, and nobody wants to trust you again.” Fiora shook her head.

“A shame, truly.” They sat down at the table Leith kept near the window of his sitting room. “If you weren’t able to secret a knife out of the kitchens in your pocket, how do you propose we spread the jam?”

Fiora blinked, “I hadn’t actually considered that.”

“No matter, we will make do.” Leith leapt from his seat and disappeared into his study, only to return a moment later brandishing his letter opener.

“A letter opener? Really?”

“My dearest Fi, we must all make sacrifices in times of scarcity. We are scarce on butter knives, and so a letter opener must do.” He sat down and unwrapped the bread loaf with deft fingers. Fiora unscrewed the lid from the jar of compote and set it on the table between them. Leith took a moment to breathe in the rich, nutty aroma of the bread before selecting two slices and slathering them generously.

“And now,” he said, handing one slice to Fiora, “we feast.”

They bit into their treats. Leith’s eyes fell closed as he leaned back in his chair and moaned. Fiora’s lips curled up at the corners as she watched him. The way he felt every emotion with his whole body never ceased to amaze her. He kicked his feet and wriggled, his face scrunching up in delight as he swallowed.

“Fiora dear, we’ll have to break the news to my brothers, because I’m marrying you. I’ll go tell the royal officiant, you go to the seamstress and tell her we’ll need two of her finest gowns. We’ll be married by dawn.”

“I take it you like the bread then?”

“It’s delicious! Be sure to send my regards to Marceline, and have this added to my luncheon tea for the week.”

Fiora smiled, “I’ll pass the message along.”

#the spite ratio #drabble #fiora and leith #my writing #tsr

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descentintobandom · 4 years

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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.

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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.”

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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?”

#remington leith #remington leith imagines #emerson barrett #emerson barrett imagines #sebastian danzig #sebastian danzig imagines #palaye royale #palaye royale imagines #brother-sister drabble

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lance-kitkat · 6 years

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Lance came home after a long day of work, doing his job as CEO by going to meetings, making sure all the paperwork was in order, making a business deal with a client, then going through the bi-weekly meeting with the management departments of all the sectors. He then had to deal with a issue that HR brought up to him, dealing with issues over some of his employers.

By the time everything was put into order and resolved, it was already dark outside, and it was snowing again, adding more to the blanket of white on the ground. Groaning, he grudgingly walked to his car and drove home slowly, wanting to just rest up and crash down onto his bed.

When the familiar gate of his house came within view, he pressed the button on the gate’s control to open up before parking it in the garage, noting to call over his maintenance crew to shovel the driveway again. Otherwise it would have been a repeat of Keith doing it himself and then getting himself sick, which spread to his boyfriend. And it was not fun having to go to a grand opening of his new business line sick. He still refuses to look at the photos, and still is trying to find a way to get it off Pidge’s phone.

When he finally got out of his car, trying to milk the remains of the car’s heat, Lance shivered and ran as quick as he could to the front door without slipping and falling face first to the ground, bouncing on the soles of his feet and struggling a little to open up the door.

As soon as it opened, Lance sighed in relief as his home blocked out the cold, already warming him slightly. Setting his coat and tie on the hooks by the door, before walking into the living room. The quiet sound of the TV was playing, and when he peeked his head inside, blankets and pillows were strewn across the floor, and in the middle of it was a familiar mullet sleepily staring at the screen, wearing Lance’s warmest pj’s (fuzzy socks included).

Lance couldn’t help but chuckle as he took off his shoes and crawled into the blanket pile and held onto Keith, who instinctively laid his head onto his shoulder and murmured, “Hey Lance.” “Hey there sleepy head, have you been staying up for me?”

“Yea... It was too boring upstairs and I wanted to wait up for you.”

“What about the blanket fort, Kitten?”

“It helped me past the time and at least this way you would get warmer sooner... It was snowing all day.”

Keith yawned again and rubbed at his eyes, before just flopping down on the big pile, pulling Lance in with him. Said man yelped a little when he was being pulled in, before smiling warmly and held him close. The pair instinctively curled up to each other, with Lance humming into Keith’s ear, watching as his boyfriend slowly fell asleep in his arms.

He clung onto his work jacket when he pulled away slightly to turn off the TV, only relaxing again when he was back into Lance’s arms. Pulling one of the blankets over them, and patting the head of their cats, he kissed Keith’s forehead before falling asleep as well.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #klance #laith #leith #lance (voltron)#keith (voltron)#cute fluff #drabble #kitkatpost #kitkatwrites #kitkat writes #part of a au

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defiledtomb · 2 years

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Debated on asking this as an anon or not, but it's technically a saucy question, so.... anonymous it is!

ROs reaction to accidentally making MC moan? The two weren't even doing anything spicy, they just crashed into one another, got tangled, and RO made a move to get up that "awoke" something in MC?

OR, in Id's case, accidentally made MC moan when they were manhandling them back to the hedge...

Mmm... I like this. I have jotted it down as a prompt, see if it won't make it into a drabble if not Ouroboros proper. *smug face*

Quick gif-reactions from the RO's accidentally making the mc moan, awakening something in them:

Yor/Yana (after MC leaves):

Auryn: (will go out of their way to make it happen again after that.)

Sene/Selene: (*files the information abt how to make the MC moan away for later*)

Leith/Custom, after dragging MC somewhere they can be alone, or not seen:

Idren/Ida locking themselves in their quarters just daydreaming for hours and hours about just pulling that sound out of MC again, being able to touch them, feel them:

#ouroboros-if #interactive fiction #ro reacts #🌶️#just the one chili #pfff

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Do you think you it would be ok to ask you for a drabble with Jason based on the Leith Ross lyrics “if I said you can never touch me you’d come over and say I looked lovely”? I’m not ace, just traumatized (totally understand if this is like uncomfortable or something, I love your fics btw!!)

Ari Note: I tried, hope this works.

Jason could see the light of your bedroom window and winced. It was late. Too late for you to still be awake. But- since he was in the neighborhood-

He picked up a tiny handful of gravel and smiled to himself. Sure- he couldn't touch you- not without causing you incredible pain, at least- at least until- well. He didn't want to think about that. Not really. That still hurt. But- everyone deserved to be told they were pretty. You especially. So he pitched the first pebble. It landed with a soft tap.

The second, a soft tap and the movement of a shadow on the wall.

The Third and your face in the window, making him wave. Wiggling his fingers.

And when you opened the window, he climbed up the fire escape. "What are you doing, Jay?"

"It was a nice night for a run-"

"I can't-"

"I don't want to come in," he said softly. "I just- just wanted to remind you that you're beautiful."

"Thank you," you answer, looking away.

"And I wanted- This is for you," he said, holding out a journal from his pocket.

You take it from him, careful not to touch his skin, "What is it?"

"Letters," he said coughing slightly, embarrassed. "I- it was lonely while you were gone."

"Jay-"

"I know," he said softly. "I'm just sorry I didn't find you in time."

#Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #angsty?#anon ask #ask answered #ask game

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twittytelly · 2 years

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What I Read In 2022: February

Masterlist

Please read all authors’ warnings before reading these fics (especially if you are a minor), YOU are responsible for the media that YOU consume.

What I Reblogged:

Wrapped Up In You by @needleandhammer

Higher Love Masterlist by @k-evans-reads / @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

Cosy Curtis Drabble by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Drabble: Web Site?! by @theycallmebecca

Sports Bra Predicaments by @demonpoxballad

hoodie by @rodrikstark

One in a trillion by @softlybarnes

Sunshine on Leith by @katiew1973

I Can Fix That by @pagesoflauren

Look After You by @pagesoflauren

Good Try by @worksby-d

why should i be sad by @bluemoon-fever

I love watching you, baby by @worksby-d

Drabble: On the Bench by @theycallmebecca

In Bloom by @whisperlullaby

Your Touch by @fangirlovestuff

Grief by @wayward-blonde

Fixer Upper: F*ck Him by @secretswiftymarvelfan

Ongoing Series

Higher Love Extras by @k-evans-reads

The Outsider by @k-evans-reads

On Deck by @k-evans-reads

Wooden Façade by @pagesoflauren

Seeing Blind by @pagesoflauren

The Riveter by @pagesoflauren

The Merchant's Daughter by @themerchantsdaughter-fic / @pagesoflauren (formerly Promise and Sacrifice)

Too Loose And You’ll Lose It by @wiypt-writes and @icanfeelastormbrewing

Rock ‘n’ Roll People In A Disco World by @wiypt-writes

Rawhide by @wiypt-writes

#twittytelly reads #what i read in 2022 #fanfiction reccomendations #Chris Evans #ari levinson fanfiction #curtis everett #Steve Rogers #Sebastian Stan #Bucky Barnes #Jake Jensen #Frank Adler #ransom drysdale #andy barber #colin shea

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arcxnumvitae · 5 months

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"AaarrGGHH!"The sound of crashing glass echoed through the room, sleeping chambers granted to guests by the Unseelie king during their stay. The vanity mirror now sat in pieces, a metal hairbrush on the ground beside it, yet the gentry paced nearby uncaring of the mess she'd made.

The way Iomhar had perked up at his 'friend's' arrival was absurd! Who was she?! He'd said that she was only a friend, and yet watching her fiancé pick the woman up and twirl her around...! She'd thought she had her hands full already with Iomhar's infatuation with that foreign king, but another obstacle...!

With another roar of frustration, Leithe swept downwards to pick up the brush again and hurled it a second time at the mirror, knocking the remaining glass from the pane with another loud crash.

Her was hers. Hers hers hers hers hers hers hers! She'd finally gotten her hands on him just when it seemed that it would be impossible, but more and more annoyances cropped up to keep them from finally being together!

No matter. She would proceed as she always did, calmly and rationally. That 'friend' of his, and that silly Vasyrus king, none loved Iomhar as much as she did. None could cherish him like she would. She had already secured their engagement, soon everything would fall into place exactly as she wanted them to.

One day, those eyes would be fixed on her.

And only her.

#{Leithe Drabble #{The Winter Revelry #😀#you know Sivel I don't think you have to worry about Leithe hurting /Iomhar/

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the-world-is-spinning-round · 2 years

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Haunted - Remington Leith fan fiction (Spooktober Writing Challenge)

Bonnie slid through the cracked open back door of the old house, doing her best to keep as quiet as she possibly could.

She figured there was no-one home; the house was dark and overgrown, and she hadn’t seen anyone come or go from any of its doors in the week since she’d been watching the place, but it never hurt to be cautious. If nothing else, there could be someone else using this place as a temporary hideout, and Bonnie didn’t have the energy to fight over a barely-standing house…but luckily it seemed like she wouldn’t have to.

This place was even more abandoned than it had looked like from the outside. Which, considering it was an abandoned mansion in the middle of the woods, was actually very impressive.

And probably something I should be worried about.

Bonnie couldn’t bring herself to be worried, though.

Her options were pretty limited; it was either in here, or spend another night in the woods. The house might be creepy, and dark, and might smell musty, and the floor might creak under her boots while her nose itched from the heavy layer of dust covering every surface, but it was still better than the woods. It was dry and warm and had plenty of small spaces for her to curl up in without someone sneaking up on her.

It wasn’t much, but it was still a hell of a lot better than spending another night under a tree.

At least…she hoped it would be.

Although the logical part of her brain told her that this old house was going to be a lot more comfortable than the woods outside, there was something at the back of her skull that felt…uncomfortable. She couldn’t say why; there was nothing obviously creepy (well…no more creepy than the average abandoned house, anyway), but…something was off.

Bonnie paused in what used to be the kitchen, weighing up her options.

Living the way she did had taught her to trust her gut. If something seemed not right, even if you couldn’t tell what exactly that something was, then it usually wasn’t: and you were better off staying well clear.

On the other hand, though…it was cold and wet outside, and Bonnie genuinely wasn’t sure if her coat was another up for another night spent on the cold, damp ground. The house might be creepy, dusty, and unsettling: but it was dry, protected from the wind, and marginally warmer than outside. It seemed like she had been the only one here in years, and even if she was unsettled, unsettled was better than frozen to death.

Despite that fact it went against her gut instinct, Bonnie was better off inside of the house than outside of that.

But even as she headed deeper into the house, Bonnie started to regret the decision to brave the creepiness.

It wasn’t just the clouds of grey particles that were thrown up into the air with her every step, that disturbed dust making her eyes water, or the occasional groaning floorboard.

It was the sound of whispering.

Or something that sounded a hell of a lot like someone whispering to themselves.

Bonnie was sure it was the wind, or a small animal in the walls, or something perfectly normal…but it still sent shivers down her spine to hear something she couldn’t see sounding so much like a man whispering something she couldn’t quite make out in desperate tone that, on its own, was enough to make her heart clench.

She determinedly ignored it, making her way deeper into the old house, looking around as she went. Once upon a time, it must have been a grand mansion: chandeliers hung from high ceilings, faded (but formerly luxurious looking) wallpaper clung in scraps to the walls above the dark wood panelling, and moth-eaten velvet drapes still covered the tall stained-glass windows.

It must have been beautiful, once upon a time, but now it just felt lonely. Abandoned and forgotten, left to the ravages of time, no-one ever coming back to what once must’ve been a house full of people.

The thought was enough to make Bonnie feel sad.

She got it: the abandoned and forgotten thing. She was an abandoned and forgotten thing. It might be strange to empathise with a house…but imagining seeing a mournful face out of the corner of her eye might be taking it too far.

Whipping round, Bonnie stared at the place where she’d thought she’d seen a face turning to look at her, only to see nothing but empty space. Just bare floorboards and scraps of wallpaper on the wall.

I’m tired.

It’s okay.

I’m just tired.

Bonnie would feel better after she’d slept.

Determined to do just that, she hunkered down in a corner of what might have been a living room once upon a time, settling herself back against a corner away from the external wall and all its windows, and ignoring the sound of creaking floorboards on the other side of the room.

It was just her imagination, just like the movement she’d thought she’d seen looking at her.

There was nothing else in this house except a few forest animals - any noise was either made by her, them, or the house settling as they moved about it. Anything else was just her overly-tired mind playing tricks on her.

Blinking her eyes open just to reassure herself, Bonnie swept her gaze over the room around her…and stopped dead in her tracks.

There are footprints in the dust.

Footprints that weren’t hers.

Bonnie froze, her blood freezing in her veins.

Everything else she could have dismissed as a figment of her overly-tired imagination, but she had only left one trail of footprints through the thick layer of dust on the floor, and hadn’t moved from her spot since she had left them…

…yet now there was a second, slightly larger set of footprints alongside hers.

Bonnie’s eyes reluctantly followed the trail of footsteps, unable to stop themselves, slowly turning her head until she was looking at the wall to her right…and the pale, gaunt looking man with dark eyes staring back at her.

Bonnie screamed.

She jerked up and lunged for the door, stumbling over her own feet and falling: barely catching herself on her hands before her face hit the floor.

Fuelled by adrenaline, Bonnie pushed herself up - but by the time she was back on her feet, the man was standing in front of her, eyes wide and imploring, his hands held up in a ‘wait’ gesture.

“Please don’t leave!” he pleaded: “I’m sorry for scaring you, I am, but please don’t run away. I haven’t seen anyone in such a long time.”

Despite her fear, Bonnie paused.

The man’s clothes were ragged and faded, but also more than a little out-dated. They looked like something people would have worn two hundred years ago, both in style and how worn and aged they looked.

On top of that, he gave out the same feeling of melancholy and loneliness as the house itself had given Bonnie when she’d first walked into it.

Combined with his unnaturally pale face, gaunt features and the way he seemed to almost…blur around the edges…

…Bonnie was starting to think whatever he was, he wasn’t a man.

That only made her fear worse, at first. If he wasn’t human, what was he? A ghost? Something worse? Could he hurt her, was he even corporal, could he use magic? There were so many unanswered questions it made her head spin and her heart pound in her chest.

But he looks so sad.

Even though half of Bonnie wanted to carry on running and screaming, something about the sad look on the man’s - or whatever he was - stopped her.

It…it resonated with her. He looked so lonely and afraid and lost, and Bonnie knew she’d looked like that plenty of times in her life, especially recently. She’d wished someone, anyone, would just reach out to her, and no-one ever had.

So she would.

Cautiously, she straightened up and tried to relax as much as she could, even going so far as to mirror the…being’s gesture of raising her hands to show that she wasn’t going to try and run - not until he gave her a reason to, anyway.

The being’s face instantly changed: lifting into a tentative smile, eyes losing some of their darkness and mournfulness as he realised that she was - for now - staying:

“Thank you, thank you for staying! I’m so excited to finally get to talk to someone, it’s been so long: so, so long: I’m not even sure how long, really, it gets kind of hard to measure time when you don’t have any connection to the outside world. Is that what people are wearing now? It’s very colourful, even though I didn’t know women could wear trousers now, it makes sense though; skirts always seemed quite cumbersome, but they were pretty -.not that your trousers aren’t pretty, of course, they are very nice, even if they are a little dirty…not that that’s bad! I just meant…I meant…” the being’s happy babbling faded into worried fretting, his brows creasing together in concern.

Bonnie couldn’t say why, but she just couldn’t let the being go back to seeming so lost looking: “It’s okay. I…I’m not upset.”

“Oh.” the being brightened once more: “Good! I’m glad!”

Bonnie nodded, uncertain of what to say, but wanting to say something: “I’m glad you’re glad.”

“I’m glad you’re glad I’m glad!” the being grinned, before…blushing? His paper-white cheeks took on a slightly rose hue, anyway: “That wasn’t the most coherent sentence, was it?”

“It’s cool.” Bonnie shrugged: “We all come out with things that don’t sound right when we say them out-loud.”

“It’s cool…” the being repeated slowly, as if testing the word out: “Does that mean ‘good’ now?”

Bonnie realised that he probably wouldn’t know what half of her vocabulary meant…but found that she didn’t mind: “Yes, it means good.”

The being grinned: “In that case it is very ‘cool’ to meet you. My name is Remington.”

“I’m Bonnie.” she grinned in return, feeling at ease when she realised that the being was more excitable college student than terrifying phantom: “It’s very cool to meet you too, Remington.”

The being brightened even farther…and Bonnie felt her mood brighten along with him.

Maybe it would be nice to have someone to talk to.

Even if that person wasn’t human.

#remington leith #remington leith fan fiction #remington leith fanfiction #remington leith fan fic #remington leith drabble #remington leith imagine #spooktober #mine

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holon-researcher · 2 years

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//At some point, probably not anytime soon Leith will get a legendary/mythical whether it be through a thread or a drabble. Why? Because I can and all those delta species legendaries mock me

#alu speaks #anyway cringe culture is dead and if I want Leith to have a fire type Mew I will do so

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earth2bucky · 3 years

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for your consideration: bucky x reader drabble based on “we’ll never have sex” by leith ross

I’VE BEEN THINKING ABT THIS FOR DAYS IT MIGHT JUST HAVE TO HAPPEN

#voicemail

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moonlessnightowl · 7 years

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Sunsets

Word count: 697

Early tags: mutual pining, fluff, pining!Lance, pining!Keith

When Lance asked Keith out on a date, he wasn’t expecting this. He was expecting some coffee date, nothing like this. Keith had honestly thought it was going to be something they always did together, like movies.

It was about to be sunset and they were in the forest next to a cliff that overlooked the sunset between the scattered mountains in the horizon.

They were having a picnic in the forest. This was one of the most romantic things Keith had even seen in his life. He could tell that Lance pulled all the stops just so he could make this day perfect.

“So Keith?…” Lance trailed, looking at Keith with a small blush creeping up his neck. Keith looked up from the sandwich he was eating. “What do you think?” he asked with a small smile on his face. He tried to hide the worry in his eyes as he asked.

Keith looked around him. The air was crisp and the sweet scent of flowers from a nearby flower patch wafted in the springtime air. He thought about this for a few seconds. It was honestly better than his expectations. A small smile appeared on his face. “It’s lovely,” he said, eyes overlooking the setting sun in the red sky.

He didn’t know what he looked like but the blush on Lance’s face deepened. He thought he heard Lance say something so he looked over at him, he thought his face was darker than before but it was probably the lighting.

Lance coughed into his hand, directing Keith’s attention to him. “I hope you like the food… Hunk helped me make it…” Keith smiled at him.

“The food is lovely. Everything is lovely, Lance. Including you,” Keith added without a second thought. Lance choked on his spit.

Keith looked at him questionly. “Lance?” he asked worriedly as Lance started to cough violently. Lance held his hand out, as he saw Keith looking at him worriedly.

“I’m - cough - fine.” Lance grabbed a blue water canteen from the picnic basket - he wasn’t kidding when he said all the stops. Lance opened it and started to drink the water from it.

Keith raised one eyebrow. “Really? Are you sure?” Keith asked him as he saw Lance struggling to get water down his throat.

Lance nodded as he set the bottle down his side. “Yeah, I’m sure. I’ve got you here so what more else to do I need?” Lance smirked. Keith rolled his eyes and continued to eat his sandwich, looking over towards the sun at some times while Lance started up a conversation with Keith adding comments every so often.

Time had passed by quickly and soon they were packing up. Stars had dressed the purple night sky, twinkling and shining down at them. The moon was nowhere to be found, a new moon. Lance packed everything up and told Keith they were ready to go.

Lance passed by Keith, forgetting one item and was going to put it in the car. Keith grabbed his hand in a starry daze. Keith felt Lance flinch a little at the touch. “Lance, look…” Keith said dreamily, looking up towards the stars in the heavens above.

Lance looked at him confusedly but looked. “Wow…” he said in awe. “It’s beautiful…” he breathed.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Keith muttered under his breath. Lance looked over at him incredulously.

“That’s my line, mullet!” Lance retorted. Keith snorted, eyes still fixated on the sky.

“Just enjoy the stars, okay?” Keith told him. Lance moved Keith’s face to looked at him, both of Lance’s hands were on his cheeks.

Lance smirked, it wasn’t one of his usual ones. This one had fear and hesitation hidden in it. “I will.” Lance pulled Keith in for a kiss. It seemed like the stars were twinkling brightly just for them, for the new couple that loved each other with their lives. In that moment, it was just them. Just Lance and Keith all alone with only the gentle breeze cooling the night air and rustling the leaves on the trees, the small animals moving along, and the bright stars in the heavens twinkling just for them.

#my writing #voltron #voltron legendary defender #lance mcclain #voltron lance #vld lance #keith kogane #voltron keith #vld keith #klance #leith #lance x keith #fluff #fanfic #mutual pining #pining!lance #pining!keith #drabble #owl drabble

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