𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ݁ THE WICK 𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 CHAPTER 2 ݁
A Yandere Remmick x POC (AFAB!) Reader (Fluff and Smut)
A Yandere Remmick x POC (AFAB!) Reader (Fluff and Smut)
TW: religous trauma, blood, sexist language, implied racism, implied spicy scenes, murder
TAGS: kidnapping, yandere, fluff, smut, religous imagery, slow burn kinda?
logline: reader is of supernatural origins and gets raised as a nun in a convent while a certain vampire on a hunt has been searching for his "song".
plot summary: Reader meets an unlikely fella
a/n: imma make remmy a lil' corny here, after all he is a loser boy failure but that's why we love him.
a/n: this chapter is ridiculously long
a/n: there will be an explanation [spoiler] on why Remmick can come and go to Reader's room ^w^
[watched Cinderella for inspo lol]
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Chapter 1- The Chorus Sees
Chapter 2- The Saints Listen
Chapter 4- The Unholy One
Chapter 5- The Wick Touches
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The chorus of the final bell rang.
Echoes of clandestine candles were blown off their light.
It is the time to settle everything and close the church. You and your other fellow sisters were finishing the final congregations in your holiness, but this peaceful moment in time was put to a halt when everyone heard the loud banging of the church door.
"HEEELPPP! HELLLPP! PLEASE SOMEBODY OPEN THE DOOR!", a raspy voice cried,
"What on earth?! Sister, tend to that at once!", Sister Agnes called, you nodded and headed to unlock all the latches and opened the giant frame as it creaks slowly,
"Sir, please let us calm down, we are closing for today and-", as you were about to continue, you saw an image of a dishevelled and injured man. His skin has burns, almost charred, his eye socket is practically swollen blinding his vision, his clothes sullied and tattered with bullet holes across the fabric.
"PLEASE! Oh please, they're after me, they're gonna get me, you have to help me!", he cried once more practically begging on his knees while clasping his hands together. You gasped in shock and quickly offered him an entrance to God's Holy abode. As you brought him in, all the other sisters were stunned and practically in panic. They all tried to gather around; curious about his condition. "Sisters! Away! And you! This isn't a hospital! We are a sacred order tasked to deliver the word of God not be nurses of health! Ring an ambulance and let professionals take care of him.", Sister Agnes quipped in anger while pointing her finger at you.
"But Sister! He has nowhere to go! Who knows what danger is coming after him if he got beat up this badly! His skin is practically burnt!",
"Enough! Do you want us to be endangered now?? What if it's a gang or some Italian mobsters come in here and wreck everything! You want US to settle that too??",
Sister Maria chimed in, "Y-yes and we just finished repainting the steps…",
You exhaled and approached Sister Agnes slowly while still holding unto his arms for support. "Sister…lest we forget that if Jesus was here, He would've let him in! I found him and I bare the responbility. Let me take care of him, please…", your solemn eyes are now watery, practically pleading for an answer, desperate for a reply,
"….Hmph…Fine…you can get the water bin at the basement, and you can give him food but it has to be from your own accord. Now sisters, let us continue our duties, it is almost night time." she turned around while still scoffing at you. You can hear her footsteps echoing on the floor while the rest of the sisters followed suite.
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You dampen the cloth slowly and tend to his arm which is the area that is most affected. As you were bandaging, you noticed that he is quite a tanky mass of a person. You didn't want to think of the word muscle-y as it might invite impure thoughts. You decided to cut off the silence by engaging in small talk,
"Forgive me…Sir.. what's your name?",
"Remmick. Rolls of the tongue hehe.",
"Remmick. I apologize for earlier, Sister Agnes can be a little cranky during her lent ehehe, but I can tend to your wounds for a while.",
"You…are an angel…a sweet angel indeed…", he pants while slowly reaching for his pocket, he pulls out two gold coins, "I may repay you with these, please take it. They're solid gold.",
"Sir! Please, I must refuse. We do not indulge from worldly posessions, I assure you Sir, I will be fine without them, thank you.",
"Aw schucks. But I got an idea…", he slowly got up and moved his limping body, dragging his legs to walk near the altar. You have never sprung up so fast; you practically ran a marathon trying to reach the man. As you caught one of his arm trying to stop him, his other arm puts the two gold coins into the donation box. "There, consider this a fateful gift, for a fateful angel.", he winked and chuckled to himself. You shook your head and smiled, "The Lord will bless you with such endeavors.",
"Oh I wouldn't reckon…I'm not the most faithful person, but I do believe in destiny rather than a prophecy. A blessing to me is as equal as a curse." he winked again, this time gaining some suspicious feelings from you but still, you brushed off the confusing yet ominous reply. You then, offered him your own room to stay for the night. He was reluctunt at first but with enough pushing and convincing, he was trapped under the heavy blankets that you forced upon him. You wished him goodnight and lulled yourself to sleep.
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Once the break of dawn has cracked, you noticed your blankets all folded neatly. And the wounded man is now gone…
You were fazed and in utter confusion as you paced around your room trying to make sense of it all. How did he sneak down the stairs without waking you or the others up? But alas, you must focus on your tasks at hand. And as you were doing your daily routines, you can't help but think of him…
"Dozing off, making scenarios in your head again?", Sister Mary teased as she sweeps,
"Whu? NO! Uhm…that is quite unorthodox…there's just a lot on my mind that's all…", your voice lowers as you put your head down,
"Tsk. tsk. I bet it's that fella you took in eh?", she teased again but you didn't reply and just continued sweeping. But she was right, ever since you laid eyes on him, he has been slowly consuming your mind. I hope he is alright. You thought to yourself.
Meanwhile, a drifting newspaper flew over and landed on the concrete you were sweeping on.
Another victim of a brutal bandit! Mass hysteria over new killer!
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'Twas night time in the church garden. The birds and crickets were singing their songs once again. You decided to return to your usual spot and have placed your lantern down. You closed your eyes once more and sang the same lullaby that you have always remembered. The longer the song went on the flame on your lantern flickered more and more. Then fwoop it went out in a flash.
"Hey there! I heard of a tale a young novice with the voice of a nightingale. Seems like I was right all along.", a masculine voice chimed in which startled you. He steps out, it is Remmick and now that you got a closer look at him his imagery is ever so familiar…
Short hair with dark curled bangs.
Blue striped shirt with long sleeves.
His suspenders were ill fitting along with his pants that are three sizes too big.
And finally, he seems to be carrying a banjo out of all of the instruments. But there was one peculiar thing that made everything about him stand out. No, it wasn't the gold chain underneath his opened collar as it idly sits on his plump chest. But a wedding band on his ring finger.
"I suppose so. How does your wife think about you walking alone at night talking to a solitary young person of faith?", you sneered,
His face scoffed with a dramatic exhale. Seemingly offended at this statement,
"Ah-well because of this old thing?", he points to his ring while waving his hand around, "Heh, it is an easy mistake, I am not actually married-",
"So you wear that to make others jealous?", you cut him off,
"Naw, darlin'…As I was saying…the reason I wear this is because I have been looking for my future lover. I have been waiting for them…for quite a long time now. And I might be really close this time. They might not even realize it.", he gestures as if he is tipping his non-existent hat,
"I see…well goodluck with that. It'll take a miracle.",
"Hah, never thought a novice can have a crack at it?" he says gritting his teeth. You, on the other hand are covering your mouth, stifling your laugh,
"I have a better chance than you can with that banjo,"
"Yeah yeah, we got quite the comedian here. Never expected people of faith to be so…jesterly." he whipped his head to the side in vex.
"Well if you actually read the Bible, Jesus had quite the humor, hun.",
"Ah well…like I mentioned before, I'm not the most…faithful type 'ya see. But ah, pardon my manners! How rude of me darlin', I realized I haven't even asked the one who healed me. What is thy name? So I may carve it on my palm."
"Ah…beautiful. Sounds like the sun. Holy but untouchable. Not kind to the likes of me.", he sighs,
"You are a beautiful gentleman I must say. But you don't seem to be from 'round here? May I ask where yous from?",
"…North Carolina…", he muttered, almost seemed ashamed of the place,
"Pardon me but yous…come from the Klan?", you asked politely with furrowed eyebrows but his expression turned to shock, as if an electric jolt has hit him and he couldn't close his mouth. He started stuttering with the way he addressess you,
"N-now listen darlin', I-I believe in equality. I'm just a travellin' musician, comin' here to play, nothin' else. I don't mess with those nonsense kind of folks. Violent folks they are.", he rests his hand on his banjo as he shakes his head, still in disbelief of what he is hearing,
"Alright, sorry. Just makin' sure that's all. Why don't you sit down for a bit 'ere? Night is young and yous seem to be tired from all the travellin' and music-in'.", you pat down the bench beckoning him to sit beside you. As he sat, his shoulders were brushing against yours with how wide he is. Your cheeks start to flush again. As you compose yourself, you finally got a glimpse of his facial features very close.
His square jaw and wide cheeks.
His prominent cupid's bow on his top lip.
You cannot help but be smitten at such a figure. But you are being smitten for too long that he caught you being led astray with your staring. "Is something wrong darlin'? I know it must be that broccoli from that chow mein. Can't afford dental floss.",
"N-no! i'm sorry…I did not mean to…it was quite rude of me to stare at your-I mean, it's just that, I never really see-I mean. Uhm. Yeah, I apologize…", you fiddled with your hands once again and continued, "It's just really weird how you look exactly like…uhm…nevermind…"
"What perception do you have of me then, darlin'? I reckon you have an image of me in mind? Do I fit within your liking?", his voice almost in a cooing manner,
"Forget I said anything! I might have been solitary for far too long that I just blabber nonsense all night, I must be boring you at this point.", you replied hastily. He smiled, while you notice an ample dimple on his cheeks. "You are intriguing darlin'. I wish to know 'ye more. To know of your true nature. Like why you got 'dem gloves all the time even when it's not that cold at the moment. Aren't yer hands sweaty?",
"Well…I don't think you'd believe me if I tolds ya…and plus it's better to be in bliss about this. How 'bout you? What brings you here? Only people of the cloth come in this area well unless you is visiting the cemetery. You got some folks 'round here that you pay respects to?",
"None. Like I said, I came here to hear more of yer melody. It's like a jingle in my eardrums. I could sit in 'ere all day. Might even play you a tune along with it.",
"Don't flatter me Sir, you is actin' like I'm some broadway star!", you chuckled for a bit,
"Heh, well other than that, 'tis nice to mingle with some folks from time to time. I don't go out much…atleast during the day. People come and go and well…it gets a lil' lonely. I'm sure you feel that as well. Must be draining constantly doing duties and isolating yerself in that small tower. Sweepin' all afternoon within the pavement of this garden.",
"H-how did you know I was in…", your eyes widened in suspicion,
"Ah, well I'm just blabberin' nonesense that's all.", he looked from the side for a while before facing you again,
"Well…it's been a long night now Remmick…'twas nice to meet ya and hope to see ya again soon. I must tend to my duties at dawn so I gotta have a good night's rest!", you stretched your arms and yawned,
"Heh. You deserve that beauty sleep for such a pearl like you. Well then, I'm heading off. Meet me here at this very same bench. Don't make me wait too long darlin'.", he winked at you before patting the bench and walking away real slow. You smile, shaking your head, feeling quite giddy at this experience. You held your cheek to feel the warmth that it had.
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The next day Sister Agnes has given you quite the amount of chores for the day. Is it because I invited that man? This is getting ridiculous! , You muttered to yourself.
Sweep, sweep, sweep on the wooden floors
Scrub, scrub, scrub on the concrete walls,
Rake, rake, rake all the leaves,
Dust, dust, dust all the benches,
Wipe, wipe, wipe all the saints,
Cook, stir, boil, bake, fry, steam, wallow, turn, heel, kneel, pray, wash, dry, run and
You laid down on the side of the bed, hair dishevelled under your veil, eyes watery, throat dry and feet all sore. You could barely move a muscle. You were looking around in your room and you locked eyes on the clock. 10:00 pm. Shi-I mean good heavens! I am late! You quickly shoved all your remaining course hairs under the hood, patted your skirt, and quickly bolten down the stairs in such a flash. As you panted while arriving in the garden, your eyes darted everywhere; head turning left and right trying to search for any sign of him.
"Aw darlin', yous was late…I was gonna get goin' thinkin' you flakin' on me.", you see his shadow behind a light pole, his legs crossed while stadning and playing a soft mellow tune on his banjo. You feel a sudden chill in the air and looking at him is giving an eerie image, you gulped, worried about his upcoming anger, you started to jumble all your words at once, "I-I'm sorry! SisterAngesgavemelots of work! AndIwascleaningthewholebuildingandIalsoneedtocook-",
"Hehehehe. Aw darlin' I was just messin' with ya. I know yous is busy. I don't mind waiting a lil' bit, after all, you are worth waitin' for.", his smile was wider than ever and…did he grew more teeth?
"Hmph! Quit messin' with me!" you stomped your foot around in haste and crossed your arms while pouting. Meanwhile, Remmick has never laughed this hard before. He seems to be amused in teasing you.
The two of you continue to sit idly in the bench and immediately talk about your frustrations and dreams in life. You recalled wanting to be a firefighter as a kid and he recalls just wanting to herd sheep. Slowly, like a moth to a flame, you revel in his desires. Yet his desire was to keep you for himself.
"Well I won't keep ya hangin' no more. Here, I feel like you deserves this. Think of it a gift…for keeping me company." Before you could even reply he was already gone. Like he was a spirit all along. He has left a trinket, two gold coins-
"But weren't they already at the donation box before? Peculiar…" You shook your head and put them in your pocket.
"Yes…they have accepted my proposal…"
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