A/N: Hello! This is AK here with a fic for the Servamp fandom. Hope you like it! This is based on a prompt off a prompt generator:


Word count: 500

Genre: Comedy

Character: A vampire

Material: A very old sofa

Sentence: "Who needs friends?"

Bonus: Your character is shipwrecked.


Islands and Antics

by Silver Wolf (AK)


"Who needs friends?" Licht grouched, his hair spikier than usual and his eyebrows resembling a squiggling caterpillar.

What was supposed to be a reunion of the Servamps and their eves took a turn for the worst.

He was in a very bad mood.

Much worse than usual.

It was understandable.

Anyone would be, in his situation.

What was his situation, you ask? Well…

Ever played that game where you try to decide on the three things you'd take with you when shipwrecked on a desert island?

Well here's a twist.

Think of the three things you absolutely, under-no-circumstances, would ever take with you…

And realize.

You.

Are.

Stuck.

With them.

On.

A.

Desert.

Island.

And the worst part?

Licht wasn't making a hypothesis.

He was literally.

Stranded.

With a virtually unlimited supply of his least favorite food - pop tarts.

A very old sofa that smelt like rotten feet.

And Lawless.

Of all the Servamps in existence.

It could have been Mr. Cat, but no.

The one and only Servamp of Greed.

Lawless.

Of course, He was having a gala time.

The moment He'd dragged himself out of the shipwreck (really though, their 'ship' was only a motor boat. The two of them barely fit in it with their luggage), He had let loose a scream so loud, Licht swore that the dried out coconut trees in the distance shook from sound waves.

But as always, he had no proof, and his observations were written off as exaggerations.

One would think that a prodigy of the music world would actually be listened to, but no.

The sun was starting to set, and the temperature dropped slowly, but steadily.

Licht put his head down and groaned.

If he wasn't an angel, he would've died of hypothermia ages ago.

Intense heat by day, bone-chilling cool by night-

Yeah.

Desert Island indeed.

Another sigh.

Well, there was one good thing right now- the demon was preoccupied.

"Hey, hey there Angel-cakes! What's gotten you sighing like a kettle?"

Well, he stood corrected.

"We. Are. Ship-wreaked." said he, with gritted teeth.

Despite his derision, Licht couldn't help but be curious.

"But I could turn that question to you. What's gotten you in happy mode?"

The Servamp grinned from ear to ear.

"Now that's a secret."

That earned him a kick.

But Hyde managed to evade the brunt of hit, and pulled his Eve to his feet.

"C'mon now, there's a whole new world to explore!" he said, dragging the unwilling Licht into the admittedly sparse foliage.

"Staying on the beach will increase our chances of rescue…" protested Licht half-heartedly.

"Ah, but moving around will increase body heat, and we won't be any use to our rescuers as icicles."

"… Fair enough."

And because there are impressionable minds reading this, Licht would like to clarify that is someone really is about to turn into an icicle, moving about is NOT advisable. It is best to stay in a dry place in the beach, away from the high tide, and turn in for the night where your rescuers can see you.

However, since he is an angel, and his companion is a demon, the two of the may be forgiven for their actions.

After all, it was the demon's birthday.

That, and that alone, was the reason Licht went along with his antics.

But he smiled nevertheless.

And who knows?

Maybe he'll acquire a taste for pop tarts.


A/N: Well that's it for now! And everyone who's reading this, please give it up for my BFFA, Aquila, who is celebrating her birthday today!

Happy Birthday Aquila!