So first of all, I would like to say sorry to those who read this fanfic, albeit a small amount of people, for the late uploads. I have been quite busy lately and was unable to work on the stories for long periods of time. Don't worry, I am not quitting on this fanfic anytime soon and in fact, I am writing both chapter 3 and chapter 4, so 2 chapters will be uploaded instead of just one. Yay! However, this fanfic is just a side project for fun, therefore not having a fixed uploading schedule. Rest assured, I will upload when chapter 3 and 4 are finished.
A Sour Stitch (An Objectified Citrus x Spool Fanfic)
TW: Cursing
A/N: This fanfic takes place after Citrus ate a part of Spool’s soul. Furthermore, while the setting takes place in the canon world, this fanfic is a human AU and contains eventual smut. Also I forgot where they stayed so they just stay in a studio apartment with a large bed, a stove, storage for food, and some weapons which they all looted.
Chapter two
I gazed at the man beside me. The way he scarfed down his food as if he hadn’t eaten in days. He hadn’t been like this until...until I ate some of his soul...was this my fault? Spool...he looked so weak, so tired, so...done. He had dark circle under his eyes, as if he had been awake for days, maybe he was—it was very easy to develop a subconscious sense of paranoia where they stood. The only separating them and the weird fucking zombie-like creature was a muted yellow wall with framed pictures of the family that had once lived there. They had all mutated into those weird creatures. Unfair...they didn’t deserve that. They didn’t deserve to mutate, and they especially didn’t deserve to have their soul sucked and consumed...by...me.
I looked at Spool again, he looked so distant, his eyes seemed far away and his hand trembled in his lap. Shit I think I really messed up this time. And now he is going to want to leave me—Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck! I shouldn’t even be thinking about this! I have no right to. But I still don’t want him to. If he does, I’ll be alone, from there it will only be a matter of time before I start to lose my mind. Alone...being alone is said to be the cause of crazy. Because when you are alone, you are stuck with nothing but your thoughts. Soon your thoughts will get louder, and louder—till you can hear nothing but the deafening echoes as your thoughts bang against your skull. And then silence...your thoughts are gone paradoxically. The very thoughts keeping you awake at night, causing guilt, haunting you, gone. It disappears in the way you least expect it, leaving vulnerable to the point you miss the thoughts because you don’t want to be alone with silence. Insanity is a really complicated matter, it will be very soon bef—
“Citrus? You’re staring at me.”
Wha-Huh? Oh shit I was. I immediately turned my head away, face red with embarrassment from being caught. “Sorry, zoned out.” I mumbled.
“I think I’m going to go back to sleep.” Spool mumbled as he began to lie down. It hadn’t been that long, in fact it was only a few minutes before Spool drifted back to sleep. I looked where Spool slumbered, he looked so relaxed, so peaceful. To me it looks so bizarre, so new. When have he ever looked so peaceful with me around? I may miss a lot of things—but not the way his shoulders tense up when I so much as walk past him, not the distrust in his eyes that lingered ever since the night I tried to lure him to the back alley to consume his soul. Is it wrong I hate the distrust directed at me? Is it wrong that my heart feels tight and melancholy every time Spools body tensed and pulled away when I so much as breathe near him? I know that when I am no longer necessary for survival, Spool will be eager to part ways, but is it wrong I want him to stay, even after all of this? Why am I so selfish? All I am is just a soul-sucking vampire, I tried to eat his soul, I still use him to find me food, he doesn’t trust me, I wouldn’t too.
“Selfish...Selfish...Why are you so selfish?” The phrase banged against my skull. Endless echoes of each word.
I took a breath and sighed, let’s not think about the future. I glanced over the where Spool slept. We both need each other for survival. This won’t end anytime soon. So maybe, just maybe—
A Sour Stitch (An Objectified Citrus x Spool Fanfic)
TW: Cursing
A/N: This fanfic takes place after Citrus ate a part of Spool’s soul. Furthermore, while the setting takes place in the canon world, this fanfic is a human AU and contains eventual smut. Also I forgot where they stayed so they just stay in a studio apartment with a large bed, a stove, storage for food, and some weapons which they all looted.
Chapter one
Does it hurt？
That was the last thing Spool remembered before it happened, before facing the consequences on breaking his deal with Citrus. Spool was supposed to be scared—supposed to feel the fear one is supposed to have when they are having their soul taken by a literal fucking vampire. But he didn’t. Why didn’t he? It was as if he didn’t felt fear because he trusted Citrus with his life. No, that was impossible. How could he trust someone who tried to fucking eat him the day they met at that bar? How could he trust a fucking soul sucker.
Citrus took a step closer to Spool, his face bared a serious expression, and for some reason Spool’s heart was beating...faster? No, that can’t be possible, Spool was just nervous, that’s all. Yes... that’s all. Spool didn’t even know he was zoning out until Citrus gently wrapped both of his palms at the back of Spool’s neck, pulling them closer together. Citrus’s mouth was open, his fangs sharp and visible. They were so close together, yet so far. Spool can feel it, Citrus just started consuming part of his soul. After that...it just...went black... No pain, no... nothing—just a silent emptiness that consumed the Spool’s consciousness.
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It feels warm—so, so warm. Where... am I? I lifted my body slightly. It was night now, and I’m on the king-sized bed that me and Citrus looted from some store. My body feels kinda heavy, I don’t know whether it is the after effects or... shit shit shit, Citrus’s arm around my waist. Citrus’s arm wrapped tighter around my waist as I got up, almost as if he didn’t want to let go. His light orange skin shined from the moonlight due to the curtain being slightly ajar. He looked so peaceful in his sleep in contrast to his usual tense and paranoid behavior, to be honest, Citrus looked kinda hot—NO! I can’t think like that. I pushed his arm away and swung my legs off the bed. My body felt weak, my stomach growled in hunger, I was famished. I looked around the room, eyes targeting the shelf filled with my food reserves. I didn’t eat all day, I was busy searching for another victim for Citrus to suck their souls out off. I stood up abruptly and took a step, but not before I landed straight onto the ground with a loud thud that echoed of the walls. Shit...I feel so weak. Shit I landed on my elbow. The pain surged throughout my arm, and shit, it hurts so fucking bad.
I hear shuffling behind me but I took no notice to it and focused on my throbbing arm. I felt something wrapped against my waist again. The thing picked me up and sat me down on the bed. It was dark, but even I could the look of worry portrayed across Citrus’s face that he tried so desperately to hide. “I-I want—no need food. Please” I begged, my stomach growled in hunger, my body felt weak to the bones. Citrus stood up, making the bed shift with my side weighing down more. My head is throbbing, heart pounding, tunnel vision making me dizzy. I zoned out, there was nothing to think about, might as well forget about the pain in my body, even if it was just for a little while. A little while until Citrus tapped me on the shoulder, making slightly jump in shock.
“Here, I got you some canned food and water.” He told me. What is it? I have no idea, but with my ravenousness taking effect throughout my whole body, I don’t care at all. I grabbed the canned food out of Citrus’s hand, not even sparing a thank you with my hunger taking over. The open bottle Citrus held was now snatched away from his hand and now in my grip as I chug it down. The food in my other hand was already halfway finished. He said something along the lines off slow down, but it was all uncoherent to me as I zoned everything out. He gave up soon enough...I think... All you can hear was me chowing down my food. It took me another minute to finish it all. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. My tunnel vision started fading back to normal once I drank the water.
The moonlight gleamed brighter than it was before. Spool took in how Citrus looked—how his orange eyes bared a gaze so sharp it could pierce through skin like a needle with a pointed tip, yet gaze always seemed to soften when looking at Spool, not like Spool will ever notice though. Not like spool will ever notice how Citrus subconsciously have a tint of blush across his face every time he felt Spool’s touch linger ever so slightly, how a mix of emotion swirled with Citrus’s soul and made Citrus’s heart pound against his chest every time they locked eyes. Citrus wasn’t even sure he had a soul, how can a soul sucker have one, all his victims themselves called him a soulless bitch.
A soulless bitch who sucks soul, though who knows, maybe he will suck dick next. The dick of a handsome red man. But that will be for later on.
