A Collared Wolf

A Collared Wolf

Chapter 1

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Couple/s: Darlin/Sam, Past Quinn/Darlin

18+ content, Minors don't interact.

Trigger warning: Quinn. Threats. Implied/referenced past sexual content.

A/N: No one knows that Quinn and Darlin were romantically and sexually involved because Darlin hides that fact. They hate themselves for ever-loving Quinn and fear everyone else will feel the same. Oh and gender-neutral Darlin

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Answering the phone wasn't a choice, it was a reflex. Once Sam saw the name his lips curled into a smile as he answered and raised the phone to his ear. He waited, desperate to hear his name come from Darlin’s voice, the way all their late-night phone calls happened. 

“Ss-”

Sam went rigid. He could hear it in just the first syllable, a quiver in their voice, fear, pain, and need filling the air in his room through the speaker of his phone.

“S-sam. I-I need to-”

They stopped, taking a shaky breath, a small sob coming after. Sam started to move. He rushed to his door. Nothing other than his phone with him. He was prepared to use his inhuman speed to get to Darlin’s place. To search all of Dahlia for them. Shuffling noises comes through his phone before he hears their voice again.

“Please-”

So broken. So weak. So vulnerable. Sam doesn't know this side of Darlin, and he wished he never did. All he wants is to aid them, soothe them, heal them. He realizes then that if he runs around town, he might arrive on time, but he wouldn't have the energy, the power, the basic ability to heal the one he loves. He rushes to grab his keys, he needs his energy, he will heal them. He opens his mouth, to tell them he's on his way, but he's interrupted. Not by Darlin.

“Tell them ‘Darlin’, it's a simple request.”

He knew that voice. Whether he had heard it before or not, he knew it by the way it made his ear hurt, the sinister pitch that sounded like a snake hissing. The attempt at Sam's accent, his nickname for his Darlin. Quinn. Sam starts his truck, backing out as fast as he can. He doesn't know where to go. It is not likely there at Darlin’s apartment. Or any public place. He drives, panicking a string of curses releasing from himself. A laugh came from his phone. Sam grips the steering wheel tighter.

“You hear that mutt. Your little cowboy isn't too pleased with you. Always getting into trouble dragging others into your problems.”

Sam turned down a road, he knew where he wanted to go, he just hoped he was going the right way. He listened closely, holding himself back from snapping back, he knows what Quinn wants. He listens, he hears Darlin’s cries in the background. He hears Quinn shush them and walk away.

“Listen, here cowboy. This wolf, the one you think is so perfect. They are not the victims they pretend to be. They were my partner in crime. They were my back up, they’ve hurt more people than you ca-”

“Shut up”

Sam couldn't hold it back as he snapped and slammed his truck door. Quinn laughs again, loud, then it stops. Sam hears footsteps and Darlin’s voice gets louder until Sam knows the phone is right against their mouth. He can hear the broken breathing of Darlin mixing with Quinn’s. Sam wastes no time, knocking relentlessly on the door in front of him. Stopping when he hears whispers through the phone.

“Wanna tell them puppy?”

Sam hated everything he could hear. The breathing, the finger sliding against what Sam can only imagine is Darlin’s face. The fucking nickname. And Quinns sicking laugh.

“Guess not. Don't want your boy toy to know you and I were more than partners in crime, but lovers. Don't want to tell him how you submitted to me, no trancing, but that you loved being under me, how you were so addicted to me that you let- No, that you begged me to use you like a doll. Which I did. Oh and the delicious sounds they made when I sank my teeth into them. Or my personal favorite, how you smiled when I put a collar around this beautiful neck of yours”

Sam heard shuffling from the house, at the same time he heard Darlin cough. And he just knew, he could feel it deep in his bones. That Quinn held his grimy hands on their throat.

“Get your hands off of them.”

Sam's teeth were greeted together as he spat the words into the phone. Not caring that the door was now open, David and his mate stood with concerned and confused eyes. Sam saw the moment David's eyes shifted as he realized what was happening, the sound of Quinn's screeching laugh echoing in the dark house.

“Oh but they used to love it, isn't that right, my puppy?”

Quinn waited for a response, and David started to call someone. 

“They're not your puppy, you fucking lech.”

Sam didn't pay attention to David, he could trust David to know what to do, so Sam focused on the call.

“Say that again when you find them dead, a collar on their neck.”

Sam yelled venomous names as Quinn hung up the phone. David stepped out of his house, dressed differently and more alert than when he first answered the door.

“Sam.”

David's voice held a warning. Sam stopped his words, he hated how easily Quinn got him to break. Sam prided himself on his ability to remain calm, even in extreme situations.

“I've contacted the pack, and I've given them areas to search. All of Dahlia will be searched. Have you checked their apartment?”

“No, I came straight here. I assumed they wouldn't be there, but I know I-”

“No, you did the right thing. More people are better. I'm just trying to decide where we'll start. Quinn is smart, but also overconfident. It’s not likely he's in their apartment but I won't leave it up to chance. We will find them.”

Not My Partner

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You had been messaging Quest all day about visiting him. Asking him for his advice about what tickets you should get, what days you should fly, how many days you should stay? He hadn't responded until you were both off work, but he didn't answer any questions, he just ignore everything you said and sent what seemed like a cold message.

We need to talk. Message me when you get home, then we can call. I have something to tell you.

Your anxiety started to make guesses about what he could mean, what he wanted to talk about and why. You rushed home after reading the message, when you got home you sent a message saying you'd wait for him to call. And that's what you did, for about ten minutes, you sat there watching yourself on the screen, fixing your appearance to distract yourself. You froze when his face appeared on screen, but you quickly got over it and greeted him.

"Hi!"

There was a pause, there was never a pause. Quest sighed before he let out a low hello.

"Hey."

It was apparent that something was wrong, his voice was low, his eyes avoiding the camera, the way he fidgeted with his hands. Your instinct to comfort who you love kicked in.

"Are you okay Quest? Do you want t-"

"I need you to be quiet for a minute."

You're interpreted by Quest, he rarely interrupted you, it made you uncomfortable. Even though his tone wasn’t rude, and he clearly wasn't trying to be you still felt offended, but you obeyed anyway not wanting to worsen your lover's mood. You gave him the time he needed, quietly fidgeting with yourself as you anxiously waited. You looked away for a millisecond only to hear your name whispered in a painful voice, you whipped your head back to the screen, meeting Quest's eyes.

"I have something to confess. I've known about it for a while but I was in denial, but now I feel that I just haven't admitted it to protect you. I truly care about you, you have been so caring, understanding, and loving. You make an amazing partner..."

You smiled at the praise as you held eye contact with your boyfriend through the screen before he broke it.

"But..."

"Not for me. I don't love you romantically."

He paused, again, it was still unnatural for him to let the silence shine, but you weren't focused on that. Your mind became a jungle gym for your anxiety. Possible ending for the sentence bouncing around your brain, making your heart race with all the exercise it was being put through. You waited for Quest to continue, begging him to shut down your anxiety. You watch as his eyes flicker back up to yours, then away, then again but this time he holds it. He finishes his confession, his voice emotional but still, matching his eyes.

Your breathing hiccups as your heart freezes, Quest sees your reaction but doesn't hesitate to continue, his voice now filled with guilt.

"I love you as a person, as a friend. I thought I loved you romantically but I realized I loved the idea of being loved. When you told me how you felt, I felt ecstatic that it was possible for someone to love me even after knowing about my life, my past. Though I realized I loved the care you had for me, and I tried. After I realized it wasn't romantic love I tried to fall in love with you, fake it till it came true, but-"

Quest pauses as you let out a loud sob, your hand flying to your mouth, imprisoning your voices. You see the pity on Quest's face, you nod for him to keep going.

"But when you started to plan a trip to visit me, I felt guilty, I knew I had to tell you before you spent all that money just to see a boyfriend who doesn't love you the way you thought he did."

You catch a glimpse of yourself, how messy the tears have made your face, you turn off the camera, ashamed. You watch Quest reaction through the clouded vision of your tears, his eyebrows crease together when he sees your face disappear, he recovers before continuing.

"I'm- I'm really sorry, I want you to know that, I know I hurt you and I understand that you need time, but please know that I still care for you, and I still want to be your friend and that I'm grateful for everything you've done for me."

Quest finishes talking, he waits for any resonance, but when he doesn't get one he sighs.

"I'll be going now, and once again, I'm sorry, for everything, you deserve better."

He leaves the call, leaving you alone, you don't bother leaving as you cry and scream, hoping no one joins the call.

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I got Sonal energetic.

You're warm

This is really short but I wrote it because I couldn't sleep and they were on my mind. So here's you telling the blooming panic LI's you think they are warm.

No trigger warning this is just fluff

It was common for Nightowl to spoon you it was the go-to cuddle position no matter what you were doing. Today the two of you were watching some movie on his laptop in his bed. You lean back to get closer to him, feeling your back hit his chest, you focus on it. You can feel his heartbeat, his breath, the warmth he emanates. You want to be engulfed in the feeling. Carefully you turn around, kissing him before getting more comfortable, snuggling into his chest.

“What's up cutie?”

You hear Nightowl whisper into the top of your head.

“You're warm.”

Your lips move against his skin.

“I always am, are you only noticing now?”

Nightowl mentions while wrapping his arm around you. You hum and nod into his chest, feeling it move as he chuckles.

“You’re gonna miss the movie.”

“Don't care.”

You squeeze your boyfriend causing him to laugh again.

“Okay cutie.”

He rubs your back, soothing you.

“Like sand.”

You mumble into his skin.

“What was that cutie?:

“Your warmth, it reminds me of warm sand, you smell like the beach too.”

Nightowl takes the compliment and smiles as you doze off.

Your eyes are closed as you drift to sleep, hearing your boyfriend crawl into bed next to you. You've been dreaming of cuddling with him all day, imagining the way his arms wrap around you and pulls you into his chest, wrapping you in his warmth. He does just that, and you let your apparition slip out.

“You're really warm.”

You smile as you finally feel him against you, but your body goes rigid at Quest’s reaction.

“Oh, I can move away.”

Quest already starts to shuffle away from you.

“No.”

He freezes.

“It was just an observation.”

“Oh I- I thought you were overheating. “

Quest voice lowers until it's gone, making you listen to the world. The loudest is the fan Quest prefers to have on all night, hearing it makes it seems more effective, chilling your body. You try to explain yourself hoping it will bring Quest back to you.

“I like it.”

You get no response realizing it's been a while since the conversation ended, so you clarify.

“Your warmth, I like how warm you are.”

Now the loudest noise is your breath as you wait for Quest to get the hint and warm you up. It takes so long that you physically shiver. Quest sees this and is given the confidence to speak up.

“Should I move closer?”

Sometimes you wonder if Quest has an identical twin, sometimes he's so unsure of himself and others he is riddled with confidence. You ensure that Quest is more than welcome to cuddle you.

“Yes.”

You hear and feel him move closer. His chest is close enough that you feel the heat radiate off him, but not touch you, like you want, like always.

“Closer.”

He does as you say moving a little closer, still not close enough. You take matters into your own hands, scooting back into his chest. You try to relax, but can't, something is missing.

“Quest? Please hold me.”

You whisper with your eyes closed, feeling as his arms wrap around you. Your body finally relaxing to its full ability, ready to sleep you whisper.

“I missed you, my space heater.”

You feel the slight vibrations of his deep laugh, the last sound you hear before you fall asleep.

You sat down on the couch, toasty sitting at the other end of the couch reading a graphic novel of theirs. As time goes by your body starts to feel cold on one side and warm on the other, you scoot closer to toasty after realizing that was where the heat was. Five minutes later you inch closer, then closer and closer till you are so close that you lean your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around theirs. They don't look up from their book but he still questions you.

“What's up, hun?”

“Nothin.”

“So you moved two feet closer to me for nothin?”

“Can’t I just be close to my love?”

Blush creeps up his neck and cheek at such a special name.

“Well, you don't need a reason, but I know you have a reason.”

You snuggle into the familiar warmth.

“Yeah, I do. You're warm.”

You whisper into his skin, feeling the warmth increase as his skin flushes red.

“Oh, I always thought I was cold.”

You snake your hand until you can grab their hand.

“No, you're warm, I like it, I like you.”

Toasty tries to ignore the way their whole body is heating up, trying to pretend your words don't affect him that much, but you notice and you let him play coy.

After a hard day at work, you lay on the couch, your eyes threaten to close, and you begin to relax. You finally let your eyes close, but you're still awake. Right, when you're on the edge of sleep you feel a pair of lips kiss your forehead, they're warm and familiar, and you want more. You feel as your boyfriend pulls away, without opening your eyes you reach out grabbing onto Xyx.

“Where are you going?”

Your voice is drowsy as you whine.

“Don't worry doll, I was just getting a blanket for you. You seemed cold, I'd be a bad boyfriend if I didn't find a way to warm you up. Now let go so I can treat you like you deserve.”

You pull your boyfriend closer, almost pulling him down onto the couch.

“No blanket, you're hot enough.”

You hear him chuckle.

“I know.”

You barely open your eyes to look at Xyx, a pout on your face. Xyx laughs a little again then continues.

“I get what you meant but I have some work to do. I'll join you after that. For now, a blanket will have to do.”

You groan as you pull Xyx into the couch, making him your little spoon as you wrap your arms around him.

“Please, Peanut?”

You beg as you kiss the back of his neck, knowing how much he loves that nickname. You smile as you feel the blush creep up his neck and hear him whisper.

“Ok.”

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A Vampires Bite

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Couple: past darlin/Quinn, current sam/ darlin

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Trigger warning: Quinn, non consensual biting,hinted emotional abuse, manipulation

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3 years ago

"And this scar?"

You laid face to face in bed with your boyfrie- mate , he was pointing out scars as you told him stories.

"Oh, that one was from my cat."

You didn't feel the need to explain more, but after looking at Quinn face you roll your eyes and continue .

"Don't give me that look, werewolves can like cats, cats don't really like us, hence the scar."

You relax into Quinn's touch as he traces the scar.

"Why haven't I heard about this cat before? What's it's name?"

Your smile drops as you think about your old pet. You lift your hand to the scar, your hand grazing Quinn before landing on the scar. You smile that you have something to remember you can goodbye.

"She's dead. She was my cat as a child, the only pet I ever had. Her name was Fizzy, I picked the name as a toddler."

Your hand stops tracing the scar, smoothly taking Quinn's hand, both his and your hand now against your body, togather. You look into Quinn's eyes, you weren't afraid of him trancing you, you trusted him and knew he had a reason every time he tranced you.

" I actually really like the scar, it's a permanent reminder of her, a souvenir on my skin. I don't have many pictures from that time of my life, so I'm glad I have something to take with me."

Quinn's hand disconnects from your's, he walks his fingers up your arm.

"I like the way you think. I agree, scars are full of memories, it's hard to forget something when it's etched onto your body."

Quinn hand is now on your neck, one finger sliding up and down your neck.

"I think it can be romantic."

You laugh with a puzzled look,when you see Quinn's face you snap your facial expression to something more neutral. You've seen that look a lot, it tells you when you’re wrong and should let him explain why.

"Good pup."

You can't stop the smile that spreads across your face, you loved the praise, you loved that Quinn gave you a nickname, made you feel special. You stay quiet as

Quinn's fingers glide up and down your neck. He prefered you quiet, it took you a while to get used to it but, he was really insistent, it was basically instinct now, waiting for Quinn to talk or give you the go ahead to speak your mind.

"Listen, scars are long lasting, they change people, physically and sometimes mentally. I can tell the kind of person humans are from their scars, I imagine the pain,the most felt, I want to know about their memories of those scars."

Quinn's hand moves up to your face, his fingers finding and touch all the scars on your face.

"As a vampire I'm envious. I have a few scars from before I was turned, all minuscule in my memories. I miss it. I think of all the times I fought someone, how I should have scars littering my body."

You can understand where your boyfriend is coming from but you think about your scars, the ones that bring memories you wish to forget, too many of your scars come from that category. You try to hide how you disagree with him, but you know you've failed when your body has been moved. Quinn now pinning you to the bed, his hands holding yours above your head. His hand release them, sliding his hand down your arms, his head lowers closer to you.

“Think about it…”

He's so close, his lips brush yours with his words. He laughs at your shocked face, abruptly stopping he stares into your eyes, before he move down, his head landing in the crook of your neck, a vampire's favorite place.Gab- your alpha’s voice plays in your head, all the warnings he gave you about Quinn, all the lectures he gave about how Quinn was bad company, a bad friend, a bad vampire. You never took it well, you yelled back defending Quinn, told him that Quinn would never hurt you,and at that time you believed it. Now that Quinn is smelling your neck, you wish you could tell him to stop, you knew why you couldn't, you were afraid. You shook it off, Quinn wont bite you.

“ Wolves bite, not just to fight, but to claim, to love. To mark their mate. They scar their mate to ensure they'll never forget them, that others won't take them."

Quinns breath is on your neck, you feel him take a break of talking, to breathe you in.

“You smell…amazing. I can hear your pulse."

He leans in more, your mind and body argue on whether to stop him. Your body goes rigid at the feeling of Quinn's cold tongue on your neck, a slow long lick against your neck.

"I can feel your want on my tongue. "

He's wrong, but you don't correct him.

“Let me show you how much I love you. Like a wolf?"

Quinn's nose is against your neck, you feel the air move as he smells you.

“I know you'll like it, you have to , you're a wolf, and I'm your mate."

You don't have time to do anything, as Quinn bites you, like a vampire. His fangs deep in your neck, your veins, your blood, drinking it.

A few weeks later

"That looks pretty new? What's the story? Did ya fight a blood crazy vampire?"

Your friend points out the punctures on your neck, your hand goes to graze the healing punctures. Smiling at the memory, at who gave you the bite mark.

"No, nothing like that, it was actually Quinn."

You felt your face heat up as you spoke about him.

"He said it was like a mate's bite. "

Your voice makes it clear how embarrassing you find this, you hate showing your emotions, and it was hard to contain how happy Quinn made you.

"Oh? I didn't think you two were that serious."

Something about their voice made you confused. Why did they sound sad? Were they hiding something?

"I'm happy for the two of you."

"Well its not actually serious."

Your friend looked at you with concern.

"But you call each other mates, you let him drink for you, from your neck. "

"Well mates ain't that serious, and so what if he drank from my neck."

Your body wanted to curl up in disgust after deming the term mates, but Quinn was clear that this wasn't a serious relationship, he just liked the term mates.

"To vampires the neck is, its intimate, in all ways, including emotionally. Vampires only drink from the neck for 2 reasons, they see you as food and food only ,or they want to make feeding good for you, want to show their love and feel yours."

You laughed.

“ There's no way."

You genuinely can't imagine a vampire's bite being pleasurable. You recall the immense pain of Quinn's bite.

"There's absolutely no way it could ever feel good."

Your friend looked at you , you grew uncomfortable looking at their face, it displayed only pity.

"If it could feel good, it would have cause, he doesn't see me as food."

Your friend's face doesn't change, they're still looking at you like you're a victim.

"I'm his mate, and you need to stay out of it."

Present

You feel his breath on your neck, you feel him take a break just to breathe you in.

“You smell like you.”

"What does that mean."

You laugh trying to bury the pit that's growing inside of you.

"Means your hiding something."

Your heart races as sam moves your body.

Pulling away from your neck , the hand that were previously on your hips, moved to hold your face. You look into Sam 's silver eyes, the same color as Quinn's yet nothing like his.

“Darlin, what's wrong?"

"Its- nothing, you can- go ahead bite me if you want."

The words had struggled to get out of your mouth.

“You lying darlin’. I know you.”

Smas thumb grazes your check.

“ Why did you think I was going to bite ya?"

You wanted to tear your head away, but couldn't in the grasp of Sam , so you adjusted your eyes, looking at the walls of Sam 's home. Such a cozy place, you 'd never knew cozy till you met Sam .

“darlin’ , does it have something to do with these?"

Sam's hand moved to your neck, you knew he was talking about the half a dozen bite marks on your neck, ones clearly done by a feeding vampire.

Your eyes snapped back to Sam 's face, expecting to meet his eyes, instead you saw his eyes on your neck. There's so much emotion in him, not even a daemon could decipher them all, but you could see both hate and love. You waited for him to look back up and into your eyes before speaking

"Yes, there all from-"

You clear your throat before attempt to say his name, but you didn't need to as Sam says it for you.

"Quinn."

He lets out a sigh.

"I figured, I never asked because I thought you'd share with me when you were ready."

"I'm ready"

"Ok darlin'. should we uhh, change positions, I feel this portion is not suited for what you're about to tell me."

You realize what Sam means, and he's right, you don't think this is a story you tell while straddling your m- boyfriend. You move to get off, Sam's hand finds yours as he lets you pick the position of your and his body. You end up laying your head in his lap, one of his hands is over your body holding your hand, while the other one is petting your head. You didn't want to be facing him when you shared how naive you were.

"I have a lot of scars, it's not like I hide that, and it really intrigues people. Scars have memories attached to them,and the scars on my neck were given to me by a blood crazed vampire who only saw me as food."

Your emotions bubbles up at the memories, becoming hard to control your self. But then you feel Sam 's hand, and you know you're safe. Calming you as you continue.

"But I didn't believe that. I thought it was out of love, he said it was like a mate's bite, he never asked if it was what I wanted he said that I should want it, like it should have been instinct for me to need him to bite me. It always felt wrong in the moment, but he would make me feel so special after words that I was, I was proud to be bitten by him, to be his food supply. That's basically it, it's not that serious.

"Darlin' don't minimize your feelings. He's a piece of shit, and I'm disgusted to be a vampire, because of him. He's the kind of vampire that gives us a bad reputation. "

You let out a breathy laugh, you were glad to have someone like Sam .

"Darlin, I'd never bite you without asking, you're not food to me. You're my mate."

You blinked out of shock, and to keep tears in. You knew your packmates called you and Sam mates, as a wolf you saw him as your mate, but the human part of you never wanted to use that word again. But hearing Sam use it, made you swoon, you wanted to heal just to be able to be comfortable calling him that. You tried to rush it, trying to say the word,failing. You looked into his beautifully silver eyes, full of so much love and care.He could read you so well. He could see how you saw him, he knew he was your mate, wether you could say it or not.