" 𝙎𝙤 𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡. "

[takes place before and kinda during the events of Sinners??] [all credit goes to the creators of the film Sinners] Ever since Y/N's lover had sadly passed away after suffering for so long with tuberculosis leaving them to take care of their little farm which seems to be a hard task as Y/N is too busy grieving over their sudden loss and how lonely everything has become, until one night when Y/N was playing their instrument, beyond the tree line a man appeared almost like the music you played had lead him to you, as he asks if he could come inside for a bit

"𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑" "𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘" 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐒 - 𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟐𝟕/𝟎𝟓/𝟐𝟓 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝:𝟐𝟐/𝟎𝟔/𝟐𝟓

Remmick x Reader Both children of the night. Both looking for a place to call home and family. Both a beast that lurks in the dark. One a protector. One a killer. Two fates interwined, whispering of a sin about to be committed.

Jodie is...complicated. Complicated with a deep and, slightly, unhealthy love of the dark and what lies within it. But that doesn't stop her from beaming like the sun and enjoying herself at the Juke Joint. That is until a vampiric Irishman shows up at the front door and now she's wondering how far she can push until he kills her.

DISMCLAIMER!!! THIS IS A REMMICK (Sinners) X OC!! THIS ISNT AN XREADER! When Mae stumbles upon a wounded stranger near the banks of the bayou, she disobeys instinct and brings him shelter. His name is Remmick-a pale, Irish man with eyes that occasionally shine a blood red and a voice soaked in centuries. Mae soon learns that Remmick is not a man at all but a vampire-old, weary, and hungry. Yet something in him resists the monstrous hunger, and something in Mae finds beauty in his darkness. As Remmick's past drips into the present-his legacy of violence, the towns he's drained, the lovers he's lost-Mae is drawn deeper into his world, caught between her growing affection and the terror of what he is. Her innocence becomes a battlefield as she begins to question whether love can redeem a monster-or whether it will consume her instead. Other disclaimers: this has smut, so if you are not comfortable with it, I am sorry. I am not that good at dialogue as well, but im much better with details! I'm sorry if all the dialogue is boring. THANK YOU TO ALL WHO HAS VOTED AND READ!!!! I WILL FOLLOW ALL WHO LIKE THIS STORY! Best ranks: #2 out of 792 in 'Sinners' #61 out of 1000+ in 'movie' #12 out of 1000+in 'smoke' #4 out of 1000+ in "sexualthemes' #14 out of 713 in 'stack' #2 out of 938 in 'vampirelove' #11 out of 1000+ in '1930's' #73 out of 1000+ in 'spicy' #46 out of 1000+ in 'vampireromance' #30 out of 1000+ in 'xoc' #1 out of 1000+ in 'vampirefanfiction' #2 out of 14 in 'smokeandstack' #50 out of 1000+ in 'gore' #69 out of 1000+ in 'blood' #32 out of 1000+ in 'haileesteinfield' #47 out of 1000+ in 'michaelbjordan' #5 out of 78 in 'remmick' #6 out of 31 in 'ryancoogler' #349 out of 1000+ in 'dark' #466 out of 1000+ in 'vampire' #1 put of 10 in 'remmicksinners'

Nights spent beggin'

(REMMICK X FEM!OC) White folks don't come 'round our parts. So you can 'magine my surprise when one show up, clean-cut suit, smellin' like trouble and som'n else. Talkin' smooth with that deep Southern drawl. Papa always said, "Stay clear of white men, 'specially the kind that smile too easy." Even when he come by the church, tip his hat to me, or that time he walk me home from the juke joint. He look like both sin and salvation. Like the kind of man that would ruin ya', then pray witchya. And Lord help me- the way he say my name? Like he own it. Like it taste sweet in his mouth. Got my thighs clenchin' tight. I know they ain't s'posed to. I done prayed on it. Prayed 'til my knees went sore. I ain't gon' let the devil steal me easy. But he keep knockin'. And baby, I don't know how long I can keep that door shut.

(𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐅. 𝐎𝐂) ❝︎ what a massive responsibility, being a moral creature ❞︎