6 Bookmarked Items in Vampire Hivemind (Sinners 2025)
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As a devout maid haunted by the loss of your mother's presence, you find yourself drawn to the very creature you were taught to fear-a vampire whose charm blurs the line between damnation and desire. His promise of eternal freedom tempts your fragile faith, and as you surrender to him, you begin to uncover the forbidden truths untold by your absent mother.
(This is a black reader fic btw)
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Drabbles with Remmick. by Rev9io
Fandoms: Sinners (2025), Jack o connell, Remmick - Fandom, Vampires - Fandom
21 Aug 2025
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This is just Drabble writing hoping to make some actual story with proper plot continuance later on. Remmick after 100 years finds reader. New to writing so this is just whatever I could think to stimulate some work.
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Sammie runs into the woods. Everyone, EVERYONE got turned into monsters. They all wanted him. Because Remmick wants him.
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- Part 25 of Sammick
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1932.Clarksdale, Mississippi. The music is hot, the nights are long, and the blood runs deep.
Sammie Moore has poured his soul into the juke joint he built with his cousins. Where every note of his guitar can stir spirits older than sin. But when a group of mysterious strangers arrives led by the unsettlingly magnetic Remmick everything Sammie thought he knew about love, power, and survival begins to unravel.
A slow-burn gothic romance filled with vampires, betrayal, longing, and the seductive pull of darkness.🩸
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Remmick still hadn’t moved. Just stood there, like a gentleman waiting for an invitation to dinner.
“It’s beautiful, ain’t it?” he said, eyes fixed on Sammie. “This line. Few words are spoken once and suddenly we’re ghosts at the door.”
“Y’all monsters,” Pearline whispered, voice shaking.
Remmick’s gaze turned to her. He didn’t raise his voice. “So’s that book you clutchin’. You just believe in different teeth.”
He stepped forward slowly, until the air shimmered again. The threshold held.
“You remember when I’d sneak in just to hear you play?” Mary asked.
“You’re dead,” Sammie said.
She smiled soft.
Delta Slim muttered, “What the hell do they want?”
“A family. One that don’t care what color your skin is. One that don’t judge what you do in the dark. We give ‘em belonging.”
“You steal it,” Sammie snapped.
Remmick stepped closer.
“You got fire in you,” he whispered. “I heard it in your voice, even before I seen your face. Like thunder sleepin’ beneath a church song.”
“I don’t want you hearin’ anything of mine.”
Remmick’s smile was private. “Too late.”
He leaned in.
“I can feel how fast your heart’s beatin’. From here.”
Sammie froze.
Joan smirked. “Let us in, Sammie.”
“Never.”
Remmick’s eyes sparkled. “Then come out. Just you and me. A song for a song.”
Sammie wasn’t sure if it was temptation or fury making his chest ache.
Remmick’s voice was velvet and thorns. “There’s power in you. You don’t even know what your music does, do you? It pulls. It breaks walls.”
Sammie’s fists clenched.
“We got time,” Remmick said, turning away. “We’ll wait.”
Then, quietly: “Y’all gotta come out sometime.”
He stepped back into the dark.
Joan followed. Bert, licking his teeth. Mary and Stack last, her hand curled sweetly around his arm.
And club juke stood bleeding light into the night.
Trembling. Alone.
“They’re afraid now,” Joan said. “That little club’s a tomb.”
“They’ll crack,” Bert added. “The boy especially.”
Remmick’s eyes stayed fixed on the distant lights. “He’s not like the others.”
Stack wiped his mouth. “He's yours now, huh?”
“Not yet,” Remmick said softly.
Mary stood, wiping her face. “He saw me. Really saw me. Before I was even turned.”
“He sees everything,” Remmick murmured. “And still sings.”
“You want him or you want his music?”
Remmick smiled.
“Why not both?”
Sammie sat in the hallway behind the stage, candlelight dancing across his skin. The others dozed or drank or prayed. He couldn’t sit still.
He needed answers.
He needed him.
He slipped past Cornbread and Smoke with careful steps, unlocked the back door without a sound. The night hit him like a breath from a grave, cold and heavy. He walked fast, boots soft against the earth, toward the woods.
Towards the pull.
Remmick waited in the clearing like he’d known Sammie would come. Leaning against a tree, barefoot, calm.
Sammie stopped short. “You always lurk in the shadows?”
Remmick’s eyes gleamed. “Only when I’m hunting.”
“You think I’m prey?”
“No,” Remmick said, stepping closer. “I think you’re the fire I ain’t tasted yet.”
Sammie stiffened. “Where’s Stack?”
“Alive. Changed. Hungry.” Remmick tilted his head. “But that’s not why you came.”
“You don’t know shit about me.”
“Oh, I do.” Remmick’s voice dropped. “You came into this world humming blues like a birthright. You got blood that remembers. Have you ever noticed how folks follow your sound?”
Sammie swallowed hard. “Why’d you turn Stack?”
“Because he was eager. He wanted to be more. He just didn’t know what that meant.”
“And Mary?”
Remmick stepped so close, Sammie could see the dried blood in the hollow of his collarbone. “She begged. You should’ve heard her scream when it took.”
Sammie lunged, fists clenched but Remmick caught his wrist in a blur, spun him against the tree. Their chests collided. Breath met breath.
“You hate me,” Remmick whispered, “but you want me.”
“You’re poison.”
“And you’ve already swallowed.”
Their faces were inches apart.
Remmick leaned in, brushed his nose against Sammie’s jaw, just a graze, but it stole the air from his lungs.
“You ache,” Remmick breathed. “Every part of you, burning.”
Sammie’s voice broke. “Why me?”
Remmick didn’t answer. Just kissed the skin just below Sammie’s ear, slow and searing.
Sammie gasped then shoved him back, chest heaving.
“You don’t get to take me.”
“I’m not taking anything,” Remmick said, backing into the dark. “I’m offering.”
Sammie stared after him, pulse thundering.
And for the first time, he didn’t know which scared him more:
That Remmick might come back. Or that he wouldn’t.
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All Remmick wanted was to build a community of love and fellowship. He got what he wanted. And the hive won’t stop til he’s satisfied
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- Part 30 of Sammick