Request!: Remmick survives the juke joint (how? Don't worry about it) and runs home to his wife/significant other who has to take care of him
𝓘𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼, 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷
content: fluff, wife!reader, sub!rem, domestic comfort by wife!reader, mentions of blood
Remmick had always came to you in the most ridiculous ways. Some nights, he would come to you after being chased by hunters. Other nights, he would come to you with that pathetic look on his face as he’s dragging a lifeless body on to your front porch. In short terms, he relies heavily on you.
This night, was no different. Or so you thought?
It’s currently 10:27 pm, and you furrow your eyebrows realizing remmick has been out for a damn long time. You brush it off, as whenever this happens it usually means he is just extra hungry. You mutter under your breath, “damn boy, if he drags another body on to my porch..” You then click your teeth, dreading him bringing a bloody mess of a body onto your porch. You decide to settle in for the night and get cozy. You go over to the kitchen, clicking on the stove to boil some water for your tea.
It’s now 11pm. Your wondering where in gods name is this man. This is the latest he has ever stayed out for and your starting to feel a inch of worry. Your cuddled up on your couch watching a horror movie, your all time favorite genre of movies, when all of a sudden there’s 3 knocks at the door. No, not rapid or aggressive.. soft.. deliberate.. like they have meaning. You mutter under your breath, “about fucking time.” Now your pissed off, and for good reason. You push the blankets off you and start waking towards the door. You grip the handle and pull it, to see remmick standing there looking like he got ran over by a truck, but if the truck backed up over him about 15 more times. You furrow your eyebrows and look him up and down. He is drenched in blood, and has a huge scar across the right side of his face. You shake your head in disappointment. His stance is about a replica of a little boy getting caught by his mother stealing cookies out of the jar. You sigh, “speak remmick. Care to explain what the actual fuck happened to you?” Remmick looks down and starts playing with the hem of his suspenders. He then goes on mumbling shit you couldn’t be bothered to try and hear. “Speak louder I ain’t gon’ try to decipher whatever the fuck your saying.” He looks up at you, pathetic puppy dog look on his god awfully beautiful face. “Well.. I was jus’ walkin’ along some roads.. but I came ‘cross this juke joint. Had real beautiful voices comin’ from the inside, so I stopped by. And uh.. they ain’t let me in until later but that was when they was tryna kill me. I’m all better now though.. please jus’ take care of me..?” You look at him seriously baffled and scoff. He expects you to just tend to him after all that shit? Uh uh. Not round here. That just ain’t how your wired. “Are you new here? Come inside, and don’t get my goddamn floors messy.” He nods and slips by you to get inside. He knows the game. Well, he thinks he does.
You shut the door behind you after remmick enters the house. “Sit.” You say as he sits down in one of your kitchen chairs, you go to your bathroom and get towels and water. As your in the bathroom, remmick feels a smile twitching on his lip. He loves whenever your pissed the fuck off at him. Of course, he wouldn’t tell you that. You come back and grab his arm and you start scrubbing the blood off. Then the other. Then, you get to his face. He looks up at you while your trying to be gentle now, grazing his cheeks with water on the towel. He softly groans as your being ever so gentle but so strict. He slightly parts his lips, revealing his pointy canines. You click your teeth, “stop.” You finally get to his huge scar, and softly press the towel to it. “This gon’ hurt a bit.” He sharply inhales and closes his eyes. You try to do it quickly so his pain is over quicker. You say softly but then quickly returning to your pissed demeanor, “all done. How the fuck did you manage to get that anyway boy?” He has a small smirk tuggin’ at his lips. “See, there was a preacherboy named Sammie, and he done smashed a guitar into my face.” You shake your head, “you always be gettin’ into trouble. Can’t you be discrete for once? Goddamn. Well, your cleaned up now. Go upstairs and change into new clothes.”
As remmick comes back downstairs, he gazes at you, now on the couch watching your horror movie right where you left off. He can’t help but admire you.. so soft and delicate just.. there. You look up at him at the edge of the stairs, and wave for him to come over. “Come here remmick. Watch this with me.” He feels a faint blush crawling over his face and walks over to the couch. He sits beside you, hesitant to touch you. He’s unsure if your still extremely pissed off at him. “Hold me.” You say softly. His heart drops ever so slightly even for a vampire, he reaches out and holds you in his arms as you are both laying now. You lean your head against his chest and he rests his head atop yours. He plays with your hair, not even focusing on the movie. Meanwhile, on the other hand you are extremely invested. Then, half focused you take his hand and press a soft kiss to it and look back up at him. “Remmick, you need to stop getting in so much trouble. One day you is gone really end up dead. Ain’t nobody want that..,” you mutter under your breath, “specially me.” He softly smiles and presses a kiss atop your head. “Aye mo ghrá.”
