Vampires - Darcy Lewis/Remy LeBeau
for @greennonmonster 354 words Rated T Wearing silver to punish your vampire S.O
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Darcy knew he’d be rising for the night soon, and she made absolutely certain her shirt was straight, all wrinkles smoothed out as she took a sip from her iced tea and pretended to read on her phone.
There was a rush of air as he appeared at her side, “Cher, I promise---“ And then he leapt backwards, hissing loudly as he practically climbed the wall to get away from her. “What is that?” he asked, shuddering, but not in the usual way he did around her.
Darcy yawned and put her phone down, acting very much like he’d put her out by making her explain.
“It’s my new shirt. It’s designer... sort of rude of you to hate it so vocally. I thought it looked nice on me...”
“Darcy, you know I love the way everything looks on you, but why is it so...” He covered his mouth and gagged. “I thought I was through with that feelin’...”
She sighed. “It’s sewn with silver thread.”
“Darcy,” he chastised. “Cher---“
“It’s your fault. This is what you get when you give me the silent treatment, Remy LeBeau.”
If he was capable of changing color at all, he would have blanched, but as it was, he only managed for the look of a contrite cat in the corner of a shower. “That was slightly uncalled for, I’ll admit...”
“Slightly uncalled for? Look. Just because you ‘claimed’ me doesn’t mean you get to make any decisions for me, LeBeau. I’ll work anywhere I please.”
“Even with a boss who’s a goddamned animal?” he asked. “I could get you a---“
“I know he’s garbage, but I gotta do this my way. You have to know that about me. So... I’ll take this off, but only if you promise not to intervene on my behalf again.”
“He was shakin’ in his boots, though,” Remy grinned, and Darcy had to chuckle at the image.
“Remy...”
“I promise,” he said. “Now take it off? Burn it? Please?”
She slid the shirt over her head and tossed it across the room, only to be treated to a lapful of Cajun vampire.













