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remingtonisleithal · 2 years

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Morning Light

Chapter 3

Remington Leith x female reader

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

Summary: Remington and Y/N meet again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The backstage door flung open and Sebastian strode in.

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

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

Remington looked back and forth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, but only if you’ll let me pay.”

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

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

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#morning light #remington leith x reader #vampire remington #soldiers of the royal council #palaye royale #palaye #remington leith #sebastian danzig #emerson barrett #remington kropp #fanfiction #fanfic #remington leith fanfic

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asainloversmen · 14 days

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Omg this brothers band Sexiest is amazing

#palayle royal #brother band #remington leith #Sebastain Danzig #emerson barrett #Kropp brothers #rock band #sexy content

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harlansthoughts · 10 months

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palaye royale/kropp circle are literally emo jonas brothers

#palaye royale #kropp circle #jonas brothers #nick jonas #joe jonas #kevin jonas #emerson barrett #remington leith #sebastian danzig #emo #music

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sleekervae · 2 years

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When in Rome... [Remington Leith x Reader] Part I

Hello humans! I got this idea from the lovely @imabee-oralizard so big shout out to them! Boy, oh boy, did I whip this up fast! And to stick with the pattern, I probably won't have another update posted for another month 😅. Jkjk.

As usual leave likes, reblog and comment your love! Or comment your favorite/least favorite food!

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Summary: Having been bestowed a knighthood in Rome, Emerson invites y/n to join him and Remington on their Italian trip. In a classic case of "I have to keep my crush a secret because they may not feel the same way", Remington has to keep his super-massive-black-hole crush a secret from y/n. However, things get turned on the wayside when they run into their good friends from Maneskin...

Warnings: some cursing, some intoxication, mostly fluff

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The waters were almost crystalline, shimmering in the beating sun like diamonds, cool and inviting. A young woman lay on the sunny deck of a private yacht -- the very first she ever had the pleasure of being aboard -- and tanning blissfully off the Italian coast of Capri.

She was just on the brink of falling asleep, it would've been a fitting closure to the sumptuous lunch she'd enjoyed earlier. However, her ears perked when she heard the boisterous chanting from the other side of the boat.

"Three! Two! One!" a short silence followed, then a loud splash. Y/n sat up from her cat nap, peering over the rail of the boat to find Remington bobbing in the water. His giddy smile glinted in the reflection of the light, and he was satisfied as he turned up and did a quick backstroke in the ocean. Y/n smiled to herself as she shifted over to sit against the railing, waving idly as he swam over.

"Need a line, sailor?" she shouted down.

Remington shook his head, "No, but how about you jump in? Water's fine!"

Y/n pouted, "But I was trying to have a nap!"

"A nap!?"

"Pardon me for having jet lag!"

Emerson called out to her from the railing, "C'mon, Y/n! You can sleep when you're dead!" and he jumped in after his brother. He emerged a moment later, hissing and cursing to himself, "Fuck! I landed on my hams!"

The others laughed at the absurdity, and Y/n simply shook her head as she peeled herself off of the deck. Remington clung to the ladder, anxiously watching as she got up onto the railing -- with their friend Ben's help, of course.

"Y/n!" he called up.

"What is it, Remi!?"

"Why are you gonna' dive in with your sunglasses on?" he asked, a shit-eating grin plastered to his face.

"It's not advisable!" Emerson added as he swam over, shoving Remington aside so he could climb back aboard, "Move, bitch,"

"Says the bitch who landed on his hams,"

Y/n grumbled to herself as she realized she still had her sunglasses on. She handed them off to Ben, then taking a deep breath, she leapt off the boat and disappeared under the water in a big splash. When she emerged, y/n shook out her hair and cleaned the water from her eyes, however she was dismayed to find Remington had suddenly disappeared from the ladder. A moment of panic hit her, she had been friends with Remington long enough to know that he was up to no good.

"Oh shit," She swam as quickly as she could to the boat, but she wasn't fast enough. She shrieked out as cold hands grabbed her and suddenly lifted her up from the water.

"No! Fuck you!" y/n cried out and tried to grab from the ladder. Remington however laughed like a little school boy, though she always found it hard to be cross with him. Annoyed? Sure. Pissed off? Hardly ever.

"You see? You're awake now!" he chided. Remington had been hiding just beneath the water's surface, his foot locked on the bottom rung of the ladder to ensure neither of them would drown when he'd grab her.

Y/n relaxed as he eased her back into the water, still she clung to the ladder rungs as she playfully scowled, "One of these days, you're gonna kill me, Remi,"

"And why the hell would I wanna' do something so stupid?" he leaned in closer, close enough to count the freckles that dotted her cheeks, "I'd miss you too much, y/n,"

Y/n smirked, gently punching his bicep, "Mmhm, sure," with that she let go of the ladder, pushing off from the boat and taking a quick swim. Remington stayed put, eclipsed by how gracefully she moved, how pretty her hair was as it shone under the sun. Everything always seemed so much brighter whenever y/n was around, even when he was trying to annoy her.

It was as though every time he stared into her eyes, he could clearly remember the first time they'd met. Eight years ago, back when he was literally a starving artist and she was a temporary guitarist filling in whilst Palaye was trying to put their band together. Eight years later and Remington and Y/n were still as close as ever, and they'd watched each other grow and flourish into the fantastic artists they'd become. No matter how much drama they endured, the fights she'd watched the brothers have, the breakdowns he would coax her through when she was feeling inadequate in her music career. Through thick and thin, they always had each other -- it was hard for Remington to imagine what his life would be like without her.

And maybe that was why he woke up not long ago and came to a realization that he wanted y/n on an entirely different level. And it wasn't just thinking about her on a physical basis, it came down to how good he felt emotionally being around her.

Y/n was swimming back just as he shook himself out of his daydream. He saw her up the ladder and back on deck safely, subconsciously peeking out of the corner of his eye as she towelled herself off. When he turned however, he met Emerson's accusatory stare. The youngest brother simpered to himself.

"You're such a suck," he told him.

Remington rolled his eyes, snatching up his own towel to dry off, "Shut up," and he wandered to the other side of the boat. Emerson, being the little ever direct and menacing little brother that he was, followed.

"You know, I don't get you. You've been drooling over y/n for months, I don't get why you don't just ask her out already," he said.

Remington simply shrugged, "I'm just not ready yet," he replied.

"You're not ready or you're not brave enough?" Emerson asked.

Remington huffed, "I'll plead the fifth,"

Emerson stared unimpressed at his brother, "You're not gonna' give me the whole 'I don't wanna ruin our friendship' business, are you?"

"Can't I?"

"No, that's bullshit,"

Remington whipped off his towel, then began to spin it around into a tight cylinder, "But perfectly acceptable,"

Emerson snickered, "Crazy idea! How about you ask her to the Fever Dream premiere?" he suggested.

"Sure," Remington scoffed.

"I mean it," Emerson insisted, "You want an icebreaker? Start with the premiere!"

I will... think about it," Remington decided, hoping that would be enough to get his brother off of his back.

"Well, think fast," Emerson chided, "'Cause if you don't ask her out, I just might do it for you,"

Remington smirked, "Try it and you die!" he took the twisted towel and whipped it at him. Emerson shrieked and ran to the other side of the boat, cowering behind another one of their friends. Y/n's attention turned to Emerson's girlish screams, and her eyes diverted right to Remington and his towel.

Remington simply smiled and waved at her.

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The afternoon dissolved into a gorgeous evening, the sunset painting the sky in rich oranges and delving into deep indigo. The streets were bustling with people, the smells of fresh pasta and baked pizza intoxicating and smaller children ran by balancing gelato in their hands.

Hoots and hollers from more drunk patrons echoed into the night, and despite the late hour buildings were still lit up in dazzling, twinkling lights that guided the group back to their hotel.

The had been brazen to stay out so late despite their jam-packed day. They'd enjoyed a beautiful seafood dinner at a local coastal restaurant, and despite how often Remington would go on and on about his veganism, y/n found it so curious to watch him practically devour his poached fish and pasta.

"You are the strangest vegan I've ever met," y/n sighed as they strolled down the boulevard.

Remington chuckled bashfully, his arm slung around y/n's shoulders to keep her close, "You remember the first time I tried to be vegan in Europe, right?"

"The waiters in Spain practically laughed us out of the restaurant," y/n shook her head fondly at the memory.

"Well, a lot can change in six years! Next time we go back, they'll have vegan tapas!" Remington declared.

"One can only hope," y/n grinned up at him, her arms suddenly coming up to wrap around his neck, "Thank you for inviting me, Remington,"

"You kidding? It wouldn't be any fun without you, y/n," he chuckled a little as she stumbled her and there -- on account of the few Aperols she had with dinner, "You okay to walk?"

"I'm good," she reassured.

As they trailed behind their friends, an older woman passed them by. She was a flower peddler, two bundles of rich red roses tucked in her arm as she offered them out to the tourists of Capri. She spotted Remington and Y/n immediately, smiling kindly as she approached them with a single rose.

"Scusi signore," she greeted in a low, gruff tone, "A rosa for your sweetheart?"

The pair glanced at each other momentarily, and Y/n couldn't help but blush at the sudden notion, "Oh -- no. We're not --"

"Sure," Remington suddenly piped up, reaching for his wallet and giving the old woman some money. She beamed gratefully and handed the rose to Y/n, then wished them well before moving on to the next couple.

Y/n watched her walk away, intrigued as she swiftly turned to Remington, "What did I do to deserve a rose?" she smiled bashfully.

Remington shrugged, his mind reeling to come up with a valid excuse for his impulsive purchase, "I mean -- I appreciate you. And unlike with Emerson, I don't have to drive you around to places to prove how much I love you,"

"No, you just whisk me away on an impromptu Italian vacation," she giggled brushing the flower over Remington's nose. They both started to laugh like children and Remington took the stem between his teeth.

Y/n gasped, "Oh my God! You could be the next Bachelor!"

Remington chuckled still with the flower in his mouth, took it out and offered it back to her, "Y/n, will you accept this rose?"

Y/n giggled but shook her head, "Nah,"

Remington's jaw dropped.

"What? Not used to rejection, Mr. Leith?" Y/n teased.

Remington chuckled, "Oh, I'm very used to getting rejected," he said.

"By who?" she asked, "Who the fuck would actually reject you?" she elbowed him in the ribs.

"Well --"

"No, seriously," she drunkenly rambled, "You're like -- the sweetest person I've ever met. And you're just so kind and cute and you're so innocent,"

"Innocent?" Remington raised an eyebrow at her.

"Okay -- not actually innocent in all rhetorics," Y/n giggled, "But yeah, you just have an innocent vibe about you,"

"Shit," he laughed, "Fanfic writers are gonna' rave about that,"

They made it back to their hotel in one piece, with Remington holding Y/n up most of the way. He sobered himself up mentally so he could take care of her. She kept tripping over her own shoelaces as they made it into the lobby, so Remington decided to pick her up and give her a piggy back ride. Y/n didn't complain, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and enjoyed the ride, giggling a little when Remington would trip now and again.

"Remi!" she yelped, holding onto him tightly when he purposefully bounced her, "Don' do that," she whimpered, to which Remington simply laughed. He even held her on his back during the elevator ride and carried her to her room.

He carried Y/n to the bed, turning to let her off but she ended up pulling Remington down on top of her, both of them let out an 'oof'. Y/n then started to laugh.

"Sorry," she giggled.

"You okay?" he grinned.

"Yeah. You're kinda' heavy," she admitted and Remington moved off of her and stood, "No, wait! Come back!" she whined. She moved to sit up on her knees and grabbed his hand.

Remington couldn't help but laugh as she pulled him back down next to her.

"You're a clingy little drunk, you know," he said.

"I know," she sighed heavily, "But isn't that another reason why you love me?"

"Of course," he replied, brushing some more hair away from her face. She started laughing again, this time a snort made its way in, "What's so funny?"

"You," she giggled.

"Me?"

"Yeah. I really like your hair, you know,"

Remington raised his eyebrows, subconsciously running his hand through his lengthened black hair, "Oh, do I?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "Everything about you is just nice. And you're really pretty, too,"

He chuckled, "Y/n, you're baked"

"Oh, so what?" she moved to lie down on her stomach, pillowing her head in her arms, "It's the truth. I'll be sober tomorrow, but you'll still be beautiful to me,"

He couldn't help but smile, appreciating that she wasn't all in her right mind but it felt good to hear her say that. Even if she did steal the quote from 'The Dreamers', there was something sort of romantic about being complimented with a line like that.

"You just ripped off 'The Dreamers'," he said.

"Don't you judge me," Y/n snuggled up to the taller boy, her arms coming around to hug him.

Remington held her, taking in her staling but heavenly smell of grapefruit. He rubbed his hand up and down her back, slowly warming her up. He saw the goosebumps ripple out over her skin, the hand with her zodiac sign tattoo brushing over the collar of his shirt.

"I think I'm in love with you," he said suddenly, unable to stop himself before it slipped out. Luckily, y/n was falling in and out of consciousness, sleep moving in on her.

"Hmm?" she hummed, blinking her dark brown eyes open.

"I think I'll head back to my room," Remington said, gently moving to escape her grasp despite how badly he wanted to stay.

"You can stay if you want," she told him, trying to force her eyes to stay open, "I really don't mind,"

"It's okay, y/n. Besides, you snore," he grinned. Y/n glowered at him before settling back into the sheets.

"Cocky bitch," she murmured.

Before leaving he pressed a soft kiss to her temple, her light snores already leaving her. He had his eyes trained on her as he came to the door, taking one last lingering glance. She was peacefully asleep, sure to fall victim to one hell of a nasty hangover in the morning. He surely couldn't escape the same fate. He wanted to crawl back into that bed and hold her, to feel her arms wrap around him again and make him forget all his troubles. They'd done it time and time again but somehow, something here was different. He felt different, and it wasn't just the alcohol clouding his judgement.

For a split second he could hear Emerson's voice in his head, trying to force out Sebastian, Chris, and so many other people had insinuated time and time again. The harrowing thoughts he had about her seemed to grow and grow, everyday his want reared his ugly head and reminded him how close he was to having her, and yet how far she was because of his own fear of rejection. Yes, he was afraid of her rejection, but he was also afraid of what could happen if she said yes...

[To be continued]

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c0llege-the-r0se · 5 months

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I wanna start a petition for palaye royale to re-release their kropp circle songs…..like please

I need to hear rem saying that he can’t stop the rain

And it’s impossible to find their songs so just pls palaye

#palaye royale #remington leith #Remington #emerson barrett #Emerson #sebastian danzig #Sebastian #baby palaye #kropp circle #please palaye I’ll give you my life to do this

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grav3yardbb92 · 5 months

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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"

#palaye royale #band imagines #sebastian danzig #palaye royal imagines #royale council

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the-world-is-spinning-round · 2 years

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Cold - Emerson Barrett fan fiction (Spooktober Writing Challenge)

It was unseasonably cold, even for October.

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

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

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

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

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

It was miserable, and Emerson hated it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good morning, Miss Francis.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, thank you Miss Francis.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cora was silent for a few seconds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Emerson was not a strong man.

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

And he’d enjoy every second.

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