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I need more Sammick!

I need more devoted Remmick. Give me more of Remmick nuzzling into Sammie's skin, into his stomach, pressing so close like he could hide away in the other's ribs. Under his heart, where soul has deepened Sammie's voice into that ancient timber. Under his lungs, where they expand to give air to the tunes that would allow him to see past the veil and see his family.

Give me more devoted Remmick. Give me more untrained, feral, needy desperate Remmick that would press his head to the very silver that burns him for a taste of the talent, of the power Sammie contained.

GIVE ME MORE MUZZLED REMMICK!!

GIVE ME MORE REMMICK CRAWLING AND FALLING OVER HIMSELF TO GET TO SAMMIE!!

I've already scoured the AO3 tags and stuff. Y'all are doing amazing. No rush, art takes time, just know

I'm waiting

And refreshing the page after every fic.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

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I can't stop thinking about it now. I actually like the idea of Remmick holding Sammie up, like without even trying.

Sammie's feet starts to drag, he thinks his knees are buckling but Remmick ain't letting him go, doesn't want to be separated and lose this intimacy for a minute. After all, the groom and bride are supposed to have the first dance, and he gon finish this dance alright, before the damn sun comes up.

Just holds Sammie tightly, so tightly you'd think the boy have bruises the size and shape of Remmick's hands. That his vampirc healing would have to first heal the gouges from Remmick's claws, claws that have dug in into Sammie's skin, threatened more fatal injuries to his organs.

Remmick's just singing away, all raspy whispers in Sammie's ear, nosing at his temple, ducking his head quickly to swipe his tongue against his bleeding neck. Sammie just going limp at this point, feet not having the circulation and strength to move, being held up by the very devil that's killed a good chunk of his community and even his cousin.

Chin hooked over Remmick's shoulder, not actively crying but there are tears sliding down his cheek, breath hitching, sucking down his last lung full of air. He watches the hive, his people, the one he saw everyday at the Plantation, shared laughs with, celebrated with, played with. Their soulless, moonstruck eyes, gleaming right back at him as they danced.

It really was like a wedding. He's been to a few of them, watched as his people, his folk, his friends and neighbors danced circles around the couple of the newlyweds. Like they were doing now.

Stack and Mary laughing, giggling, having a good time as they danced. The way they'd never be able to, back there, back where seeing a white woman (to the rest of the world who didn't know her or her mouth) with a black man would have gotten his cousin lynched.

The world grows dimmer, the sounds muffled. He's dying, he knows he is. That devil done switched or trapped his soul with his craft. Maybe he could still stabb a stake through his heart. If the devil don't see it coming five miles away.

But yes, he's dying. The world seemed to stop, at least to Sammie. An unknowable amount of time passed before he was looking up to the sky. His senses, heightened to a frightening level, came back one by one. He could see further, see clearer. Pick out the leaves from the trees one by one.

He could hear Remmick, does that man, that creature, ever stop talking? "Sammie, Sammie." Crooned over and over in his ear, the vowels drawled out like the vampire wanted to savor it like a fine wine. Remmick took in a deep breath, inhaling although Sammie now knew it was rather useless when your lungs don't even need to expand anymore.

"Sammie, Sammie, Sammie, Sammie, Sammie."

Over and over, chanted and savored like the words of a desperately needed prayer. The devil, his devil, the term coined with amused affection, nosed at his temple again, trying to coax those beautiful brown eyes to turn to him. Let him see the moon reflected into those beautiful brown eyes. "Suga'"

The circle was closing in now. The hive thruming with echoed anticipation, Sammie could feel it in the back of his mind. His skin slowly knitted back together, healing scars and wounds, patched up the fangs that had sunked into his shoulder, purposefully avoiding his neck or anywhere near his vocal cords. 'I want your songs, I want your stories, and you gon have mine.'

(I'm sorry, but I'm stuck on the idea that Sammie was like snatched away by the hive and the wedding happening the next night. The water baptism scene still happened, but before the sun could rise over the trees, everyone like rushed Sammie and carried him away to like a secluded barn to hide for the day. Sammie just laying under a puppy pile of Vampires, Remmick on one side, Stack on the other, Pearline and Mary lying on top of the three of them, and then all the other vampires on top of them. Only those four can be near Sammie. Imagine how difficult it would be. Like they're not coma sleeping, just sleeping. So escaping from a man who's been in the war and therefore calculates the slightest of shifts. And then an age old Vampire to boot, yeah, Sammie is not going anywhere.)

Remmick and Sammie slow dancing 🙂‍↕️

GGGGAAARRHGGGFFFHGJD

imagine a bad ending route tho... Remmick with blood smared all over his face, grinning and high from the taste of victory he's about to have, slow dancing with clearly shaken injured and exhausted Sammie.. under the pale moon they dance, both surrounded by Remmick's vampires who sing and dance around them in unison. A mockery of intimacy and marriage party!!!!!!

Remmick gently bites and turning Sammie bc the poor boy was crying and he empathizes with that fear to an extent, but welp. there's no turning back. he finally have Sammie now :)))

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Like the crowd starts with an old Gaelic marriage song, then as Sammie starts to turn, the song turns into the one at the end, "last time I seen the sun/I was free and on the run". Because his memories, his thoughts, are now part of the hive mind.

Sammie's legs get weak, as Remmick just "shh, shh. None of that now, 's all gon be alright. I got you" as he either holds Sammie up (vampy strength) or kneels down and holds Sammie in his lap, humming as he gently sways to the music, cheek resting against Sammie's head as he listened to his heartbeat slow down and eventually stop.

Remmick and Sammie slow dancing 🙂‍↕️

GGGGAAARRHGGGFFFHGJD

imagine a bad ending route tho... Remmick with blood smared all over his face, grinning and high from the taste of victory he's about to have, slow dancing with clearly shaken injured and exhausted Sammie.. under the pale moon they dance, both surrounded by Remmick's vampires who sing and dance around them in unison. A mockery of intimacy and marriage party!!!!!!

Remmick gently bites and turning Sammie bc the poor boy was crying and he empathizes with that fear to an extent, but welp. there's no turning back. he finally have Sammie now :)))

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Right

The you have to think about the idea of retractable fang.

Is there like a hidden space between their regular human teeth and guns where the fangs hide?

Do the fangs simply hide behind their canines and descend when they need to feed?

Or are their canines simply longer than regular humans, and can go up or down?

Then comes the questions if they have control over their fangs or is it involuntary.

So many questions, so little information.

Someone call Daniel's PR team, I wish to make aquantince with a fellow researcher

Do you guys think Vampires brush their teeth due to habit?

Or do they brush their teeth because if they don't, their breath smells like old blood?

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Do you guys think Vampires brush their teeth due to habit?

Or do they brush their teeth because if they don't, their breath smells like old blood?

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hi, what color do u like

I am particular to the color purple.