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I know I haven't posted in a while, my computer is broken and so is my inspiration. But I've been writing stuff for a different Fandom. And this is the only one I think deserves to be shared.
A Vampires Bite
Fandom: redacted asmr/ redactedverse
Couple: past darlin/Quinn, current sam/ darlin
1.9k words
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.
A Collared Wolf
Chapter 1
951 words
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.”
This with darlin
I dont think we talk about darlin being playful like this, but I think they are. Like they hide all these ducks in sams house. The next day sam almost chokes while having his tea (hc that sam is a tea kind of person) he questions darlin about it, cause he know it was them
" why the he'll would you put a small plastic duck in my mug? I nearly chocked on it."
Darlin shrugs
"Why is that my fault"
"Cause I know you put it there"
" even of I did, it ain't my fault you didn't check your mug."
"Well I wasn't expecting there to be a tiny plastic duck in it, of course I didn't check. What kind of person would check for that."
" A smart person"
"You callin me dumb."
"Noooo, I just don't think think you would survive long with out me."
Sam laughs, setting down his mug
"I wouldn't survive long without ya?"
" yep"
" you're a funny wolf"
" I know. I'm also a fast wolf."
"Oh are ya? Prove it"
The two spend the next few minutes in a playful chase, sams tea gets cold , but it's worth it.
Darlin liking ducks comes from @dominimoonbeam
Currently taking redacted asmr uquizzes so I'm going to spam my account with my results and link. If you take the quizzes don't be afraid to reblog this and share
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AAAAAAAA yessss
I love Sam and I relate to darlin to much
Before even listening to redacted asmr, my favorite nickname was darling, and I love the idea of vampires in love and I'm a slow love kind of person.
OK Ok sorry I'm happy
I didn't read the full summary so i thought it was just gonna be this fluffy friends night out... I was so shocked. Anyways this is so good
Their Saving Grace
Summary: Angel and Tank hadn't hung out much. Not in public, at least. The times they had spent together were tucked away in Tank's dingy little apartment as Angel tried to pry into the estranged wolf's life and during the short breaks of the pack meetings that neither of them really wanted to be at. And that's why Angel was so surprised when Tank actually agreed to go to a bar with them. It's a damn shame that their night didn't really go as planned.
Note: I'm so out of practice with writing, but I'm trying to get back into it. I've been sticking with the redacted fandom, but I started rewatching Game of Thrones so I might just dip myself into that area as well haha--anyways, let me know what you guys think! And thank you for reading <3
(This work was also cross-posted on my ao3 account under hades_baby)
Word count: 5,016
“The next job that I have lined up for us was outsourced by the department for the protection of a seer named Morgan Kyne. We’ve worked as a security detail for him in the past and he requested our services again,” David explained as he handed Tank a small stack of stapled papers. “The department is setting up a meeting between Morgan and another seer, who decided to stay unnamed on our record. They asked us to make sure that the entirety of their meeting goes undisturbed and that both participants leave the building unharmed.”
Tank lazily flipped through all the papers, halting their movements to look over Morgan Kyne’s file. They quickly found that he was considered to be a very important seer and that the department had done many things to keep him heavily protected at all times. Tank found the lengthy list of safety procedures a bit odd. It made them question why this specific seer was so much more important than all the other ones the department had managed to harbor in their clutches? And why did the other seer in the equation decide that they wanted to stay unnamed on the Shaw Pack Security record?
Even though they had all of these jumbled unanswered questions, Tank knew that they would still have to work the security detail regardless of having all of the information. So, in the end, it didn’t really matter if they had the answers to their beloved questions.
“You and Milo are going to be watching the main entrance while Asher and I cover the meeting room door,” David continued. He tapped two of his fingers against a specific spot on the map of the department building plastered in front of them, showing them exactly where they were meant to be stationed throughout the entirety of the job.
“Is it just the four of us working this one?” Tank asked, glancing up at David with a curious look in their eye. He nodded his head in response. They grimaced and hummed lowly. “Seems a bit small for something so important, don’t you think?”
“Morgan and the department asked for something a bit small,” Milo said, quickly stealing the estranged wolf’s attention. Tank flicked their expectant gaze over to him, waiting for him to follow up on his very brief statement. He always followed up with more after saying something so short and blunt. They’d noticed that he’d been doing it since high school. “They’re trying to keep whatever they’re setting up all hush-hush. It’s supposed to be a subtle job.”
“Well, if that’s the case, are you sure you want me staking out the entrance? I don’t really scream… subtle,” Tank said, furrowing their brows while giving them a knowing look.
“Neither does the alpha and beta of the Shaw Pack standing at the front of a department building,” David retorted.
“Fair point.”
“Hey, Tank!”
Now, that was something that made Tank cringe a bit.
The last time someone had shouted their name like that in the middle of the den, they had gotten a pleasant surprise fist to the face, all thanks to Christian and his so-called “high opinion” on what was supposedly right for the pack. Tank hadn’t cared much about the fact that Christian thought they were no good for the pack or for the nasty bruise he had left on their cheek, but David and the rest of the pack did.
David practically had a fucking field day with him.
Tank flicked their eyes around the crowded room, searching for the person who had just shouted their name. Angel was easy to spot. They had just burst through the doors of the den, their figure perked up and practically buzzing with excitement. Tank raised their brows, silently gesturing for them to continue on with whatever it was they wanted to say.
“We’re still on for drinks later tonight at the Golden Growler, right?” Angel asked with a smile shining on their face.
“Supposed to leave at nine, right?” they prompted, curiously tilting their head to the side. Tank knew the answer to their own question, but they figured it wouldn’t hurt to make sure they were right.
“See you in thirty,” Angel confirmed, sending them a two-fingered salute paired with a wink before walking over to where Asher and his mate were talking.
Tank went back to skimming over Morgan Kyne’s file, but their reading was rudely interrupted when Milo speedily snatched the papers right out of their hands. They looked up at the pair of grinning shifters standing in front of them. They tried to reach for the file, but Milo jerked them further from their reach.
“Alright, what the fuck?” they questioned, impatiently waiting for an answer.
“Are you going to a bar with my mate?” David asked with a smug smirk on his face.
“Didn’t know you were the party type,” Milo teased, tapping one of their shoulders with the folded file in his hands. Tank huffed out a heavy breath, rolled their eyes, and grabbed back the stack of stapled papers before shoving both of the shifters away with a harsh playful shove.
“Piss off, would you?”
The other two shifters gave each other a look, held their hands up in mock surrender, and went back to discussing the details of their upcoming security job.
Regardless of their little teasing, David and Milo were actually really happy to hear that Tank was finally getting themself out there; especially with Angel, of all people. They were interested in seeing how the pair’s interaction would play out. And it’s not like this was their first time ever spending time together—long nights in Tank’s grungy apartment and snack breaks in the pack den were enough to prove that. It just so happened to be the first time they were going to be hanging out in a public setting like a bar.
The latest version of Tank was known to be a lot quieter in a bar setting. They were typically found sipping something strong on their own in a dark corner of the room or at the very end of a perfectly polished bar, not bothering anyone and not being bothered by anyone. The only time people had really known them to party at a bar or a club was when Quinn had an absolute vice grip on them and their mind.
On the other hand, Angel had always been known to be—what Milo had called—the party type. They were unapologetically themself at bars and clubs. They didn’t care about whether or not someone was staring at them as if they were crazy as they danced their way around the room or if they were making fun of them for ordering the fruitiest drink on the long-ass menu of bullshit cocktails that cost all too much.
So… yeah.
It was going to be an interesting night for the two of them.
Tank couldn’t deny that they were actually excited for their little hangout. Now, how was this little hangout arranged? They couldn’t really tell you. Angel kind of just burst into their life as they did with most people.
“Well, it looks like we have about thirty minutes to discuss this week’s job before you have to head out for your little party,” Milo teased one last time before returning to the plan they had been discussing moments before. Tank rolled their eyes in response before going back to listening in on the plan.
They didn’t understand why they were making such a big deal about everything.
Well, in a way, they did.
It wasn’t every day the most estranged member of the pack decided to hang out with the most ecstatic one.
Guess it was about damn time it happened.
“Ready to go?” Tank asked as they walked over to where Angel was sitting patiently on their phone. They pulled on their leather jacket and stole a glance at Angel’s phone, seeing that they were playing—what they had learned to be—Minecraft.
“Ready,” Angel said, popping up from their seat and stuffing their phone into their back pocket. “Are we taking your motorcycle like you promised?”
“Yeah, of course,” Tank said, nonchalantly nodding their head along. They remembered Angel's excitement when they offered to take the two of them to the bar on their old motorcycle. A joyride on Tank’s classic cruiser was something Angel had been begging for since they had witnessed the estranged wolf pull up on it for a late-night pack meeting a couple of months ago.
“Be safe,” David called from the table he and Milo were sitting at. The two of them had finally released the poor shifter from their meeting, noticing how they had been watching the clock for the remaining thirty minutes.
“See you later, Davey!” Angel called back as they headed out of the den with Tank in tow.
When they got outside to the glossy black classic cruiser parked near the front of the lot, Tank kicked their leg over and settled comfortably on the seat. They grabbed the helmet that had been hanging from the handlebars and held it out to Angel, who seemed a bit hesitant to take it.
“What about you?” they asked, tilting their head to the side while slowly taking the offered helmet.
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ve ridden this thing without a helmet more times than I have with one on. Sam would probably have my head if he knew that, but that’s beside the point. Plus, I’m pretty sure David would rather have you wearing that thing,” Tank said, shrugging their shoulders. They zipped up their leather jacket, pulling at the collar a bit to cover their neck. The fading bite marks soon disappeared from view under the thick material. “You’re gonna want to zip your jacket up. It’s going to get a lot colder when we start moving.”
Angel zipped up their jacket in a flash, pulled the heavy helmet on, and nodded their head. Tank looked them over for a second before a small smile pulled over their face and a soft chuckle slipped past their lips. That smile was enough to make Angel grin like an idiot. They hadn’t ever really seen Tank smile like that. Only on occasion, and Sam was typically the cause of it. So, knowing that they had just made the usually stoic wolf smile—it made them feel absolutely ecstatic.
“Come here,” Tank said, ushering them closer with a lazy wave of their hand. The quiet shifter helped adjust the thick woven straps of the helmet under Angel’s chin, ensuring everything was nice and snug. Once they figured everything was good to go, they snapped the clear face shield down into place and rapped their knuckles against the top of the helmet a couple of times. Angel was forced to duck their head to escape the rough knocking as they let out a few bits of laughter. “Let’s motor.”
Angel hopped onto the back of the bike and quickly froze, not knowing where to place their arms.
Would Tank be comfortable with their arms wrapped around them?
Would they want Angel to just hold onto their shoulders?
Would they even be comfortable with any of that?
The only time Angel had been on a motorcycle was with David, but they knew his comfort level nearly better than he did himself. They knew exactly how much they could do before their mate got irritated and uncomfortable, but how far could they go before Tank got irritated and uncomfortable?
“You’re going to have to wrap your arms around me if you don’t want to fly off the back,” Tank said, glancing over their shoulder a bit.
“Right,” Angel said with a curt nod, but their words were almost completely muffled by the polished face shield that Tank had set in place. They wrapped their arms around Tank’s torso, clasping their hands right over the shifter’s abdomen.
Tank started up their motorcycle like they had done a million other times, finding absolute comfort in the deep rumbling purr that reverberated from the massive machine. They couldn’t help but think back to all the warm afternoons they had spent with Gabe, fixing up the busted engine and vast amount of stripped wiring while his choice of classic rock played quietly in the background of the open garage.
The bike had been something that was left behind by their parents when they had skipped town and left Tank, who had been in their late teens at the time. They had wanted nothing to do with that damned bike, but Gabe had somehow convinced them to help him fix it up. He had told them that it would be a good project to take up their time and that it would be good to have something to ride around town when they really needed to, but Tank knew better than that.
Sure, all of those reasons were fair and true, but they knew that he wanted to spend more time with them, to keep them around for as long as he could, and to make them feel welcomed in a pack they so obviously felt detached from.
They had been pretty reluctant to help Gabe fix the old bike up. They hated the idea of fixing something that had once been owned by their parents. The motorcycle had become a constant reminder that they had been left behind all the same. But the moment they learned to stop comparing themself to a motorcycle was the moment they started spending comfortable afternoons with Gabe, and the glossy black cruiser became a much favored after-school project.
“Ready?” Tank inquired, glancing over their shoulder once more.
“Ready,” Angel confirmed, nodding their head and knocking the chin of the helmet against the wolf’s shoulder.
They eased their way out of the parking lot, hitting the smooth streets of Dahlia at extreme speeds. The needle of the speedometer climbed like there was no tomorrow. Tank couldn’t help but smirk at the feeling of Angel’s arms tightening around them and they found it nice to hear their muffled laughter of excitement.
Much to Angel’s dismay, they arrived at the bar much quicker than they’d like to admit. They silently wished they could’ve kept riding for a little longer, but they guessed that’s what they got for picking a place so close to the pack’s den. Tank soon pulled over, parking right in front of the buzzing bar. The bright neon light hanging outside shone across the face shield of the helmet, urging Angel to pull it off and hand it back to Tank. They hung it on the handlebars, waiting for Angel to get off the bike before they could.
“Alright. Drinks, darts, and dirty secrets,” Angel said.
“Drinks, darts, and maybe dirty secrets,” Tank echoed, nodding their head once. Angel grinned, grabbed their hand, and pulled them right into the bar.
The place was a mix of empowered and unempowered people, which Tank didn’t find any comfort in. Part of them wished they had just gone to an unempowered bar. Somewhere that would’ve been considered safer for their alpha’s mate. Somewhere they wouldn’t have to glance over their shoulder every few seconds to make sure that there wasn’t anyone trying to start some shit with them.
Not that anyone would try to start some shit with them.
No one in Dahlia would be dumb enough to mess with anyone associated with the Shaw Pack.
Well, only Quinn would have the guts to try something, but that was a story for another time.
They took their seats at the high bar, called the bartender over, and ordered their preferred drinks. And even though their drinks of choice were drastically different, they seemed to fit the two perfectly.
“Damn it,” Angel said, slamming one of their fists against the polished wooden bar as their drinks were placed in front of them. The slam of their fist should’ve made Tank flinch like a few others around them did, but it didn’t.
“What’s up?” Tank asked, casually glancing at Angel as they took a sip from their glass of whiskey. One large cube of ice floated neatly in the middle of the chilled amber liquid.
“I knew you were pretty much the definition of a badass—I mean, the motorcycle, the leather jacket, the stoic look you always have on, the cool-looking scars—and I had a feeling that you would order some sort of plain whiskey drink, but I was kind of hoping that you would break the stereotype and order something like super fruity,” Angel rambled as they swirled their own drink around with the little black straw set in their glass. “Fuck. Now I owe David ten bucks.”
Now that was enough to make Tank laugh.
“You know, Asher and Milo used to always tell me that I matched the stereotypical movie badass trope. They would always say that I was like someone straight out of a Fast and Furious movie or some shit like that,” Tank said, shaking their head while shrugging their shoulders. They took another sip of their drink, enjoying how warm their chest was beginning to feel.
“Here. Take a sip of mine and tell me what you think,” Angel said, sliding their drink over to Tank. The shifter eyed the colorful drink carefully before slowly picking it up and taking a slow sip, completely disregarding the little black straw Angel had been using. The strong taste of pomegranate and liquor overwhelmed their taste buds, making them grimace slightly. “See? Isn’t that much better?”
“It’s pretty good, but I think I’ll stick with mine,” Tank said, grabbing the heavy crystal glass full of whiskey.
“Suit yourself,” Angel said, beaming a bit with a smile before taking another long sip of their drink. They slammed the glass back down on the bar, grabbed Tank’s hand, and nodded towards the dartboard nailed on the opposite wall. “Come on. We’ve still gotta fulfill the darts and dirty secrets part of the night!”
“I’m sorry, but there is absolutely no way that David Shaw lets you call him puppy,” Tank scoffed with an amused smile and a furrowed brow. “I am never going to let him live that one down.”
“First of all, he would kill me if he ever found out I told you that! And second, I said that he only lets me call him that on occasion,” Angel insisted, giggling like a child while playfully shoving Tank’s shoulder.
“Oh, on occasion my ass,” Tank said, rolling their eyes. The amount of whiskey they had drunk wasn’t enough to completely inebriate them, but they were definitely a lot more chatty than they were at the beginning of the night. Angel liked this side of Tank, and they were interested in seeing what it would take to get them like that without the wonderful aid of whiskey. “I bet he lets you call him that and pet him all the time when he’s shifted. Secretly enjoying all of the head pats and belly rubs you probably give him.”
“The same way you used to enjoy all the same things from me, misfit?”
Tank immediately froze at the sound of the familiar voice, the multiple glasses of whiskey in their system quickly flooding away as if they hadn’t been tipsy moments before. Their laughing mood had been snatched and their senses were thrown on high alert. They grabbed onto Angel, shoving their alpha’s mate behind their back as they whipped around to face the voice that had just spoken into the night’s chilled air. Their eyes narrowed at the psychotic vampire wearing a sadistic, devilish grin.
“Quinn,” Tank snarled, baring their teeth. Angel tensed up behind them, their hands finding the back of Tank’s leather jacket and squeezing the material into their trembling fists. Tank wanted to turn their head and tell them that it would be okay, but they didn’t want to risk taking their eyes off Quinn.
“Making friends with another unempowered brat? Huh. It seems you never learn,” he said, scoffing and dramatically rolling his eyes. “Who knows? Maybe this one won’t end up like the last.”
Tank’s fingers twitched at the insinuation until they balled up into tight fists.
“Let them leave. Then you and I can settle all of this bullshit on our own,” Tank insisted as they took a single step back. They kept a hand wrapped around one of Angel’s wrists, making sure that they were still where they knew them to be. Quinn didn’t show any sign of letting their unempowered friend leave. “As much as I hate to admit it, you aren’t fucking dumb, Quinn. You’ve made some bold moves in the past, but you’re not stupid enough to go after someone that would get your head on David Shaw’s most wanted list.”
“You’re right,” he said, letting out a disappointed sigh. His eyes flicked down to the ground for a moment before looking right back at the tense shifter. “But that doesn’t stop me from going after you.”
Angel didn’t know what to do.
All of it had happened so quickly.
Quinn had mercilessly lunged for Tank and dragged them right into the shitty little alleyway adjacent to the bar they had been comfortably drinking in moments ago. Unfortunately, he had managed to snag Angel’s arm in the process of grabbing his most hated shifter and now their poor forearm was bleeding through the sleeve of their jacket. But their gash was nothing compared to what Tank had just endured to protect them.
The fight hadn’t lasted long.
And now, Tank was lying limp on the ground and Quinn was nowhere to be seen.
The sadistic vampire had fled once he had gotten the poor wolf bleeding and on their knees. Angel was just thankful that the blood-sucking bastard hadn’t gotten away completely unscathed. They felt a little better knowing that half of the dark blood staining the wet concrete below them came from his undead veins.
With that being said, they felt absolutely sick to their stomach knowing that the other half of the blood on the ground had come from Tank.
“Tank! Time to open your eyes. It’s going to be okay—you are going to be okay,” Angel rambled, scooping up the shifter’s head with their shaking hands and resting it comfortably in their lap. “I’m going to call David and then he’s going to call Sam and then everything’s going to be perfectly okay. You hear me? Everything’s going to be okay.”
Tank could tell that Angel was freaking out past the point of comprehension.
They couldn’t blame them, though.
Angel wasn’t used to situations like this.
They weren’t David, who could usually keep a relatively level head regardless of the chaotic situation.
They weren’t Asher, who could joke through any serious situation while still making sure to get his job done.
They weren’t Milo, who could switch between being a jokester and a stoic medic as he attempted to heal someone.
They weren’t Sam, who always knew exactly what to do even when the simple task of thinking felt impossible.
Tank needed Angel to calm down before anything dire happened.
Before they potentially fucking died because they couldn’t get Quinn to back off.
Before they potentially fucking died and scarred Angel for the rest of their life.
Tank’s heart was starting to slow, but they needed to pull through to make sure this situation didn’t absolutely fuck with Angel’s psyche.
They didn’t deserve that.
Not in this lifetime.
Not in any lifetime.
Fuck.
They were still wearing their goddamn leather jacket. The blood was going to be a bitch to get out. The smell, the texture, the material—all of it would be ruined.
But that didn’t really matter right now.
Angel’s hands were shaking as they tried to dial David’s number. Hot tears were streaming down their face and it was apparent that they wouldn’t be able to complete the task on their own. Not like this, at least.
“Angel,” Tank rasped out to catch their attention. Angel took a deep breath and met Tank’s blanking gaze. “I need you to take a deep breath for me and then finish David’s number, alright?”
“Alright,” they said, nodding quickly before taking another deep breath. After that, they started to dial much steadier than before. Their hands still shook, but their nimble fingers managed to type out the rest of the number.
Tank didn’t understand why they hadn’t just pressed David’s contact name, which would no doubt be in their recent call history, but they also knew that panic and adrenaline could do amazing things to the mind. They knew that Angel was trying to do the right thing and they were doing the right thing. It didn’t matter if they were taking the longer route to it. Tank was just thankful they hadn’t frozen up like most people would have.
The phone started to ring and Angel put it on speaker, their hands still shaking as they placed it on the cold concrete next to Tank’s head.
“How’s the night going, Angel?” David asked the moment he answered.
“David! I need you to come down to the bar right now,” Angel begged, their voice bursting out louder than either of them expected. “We’re in an alleyway by the bar on sixth—”
“Slow down—what’s wrong? Why do you sound like you’re crying?” he asked. The noise from the other side of the line made it apparent that he was getting up and grabbing the keys to his truck. Both of them could hear Asher and Milo asking what was wrong in the background. “Angel put Tank on the phone.”
Tank let out a strained groan to let David know that they were, in fact, already on the phone with them. Angel grimaced and shook their head at Tank’s attempt.
“I can’t really do that right now. Quinn was here and they protected me and now they’re bleeding out and I don’t know what to do!” Angel exclaimed, their panic growing with each passing word they rambled out.
“I’m sorry—what? Quinn was there?” David snapped, sounding completely distressed now. He started to move even faster than before, keys jangling louder in the background. “Are you alright? Is Tank alright? How bad are they?”
Angel looked over Tank’s body, not really knowing how to answer him. Blood poured out of Tank’s neck, chest, and abdomen. All of the crimson liquid was coming from a vast amount of gashes and vampire bites that littered their body.
“David, it’s bad,” they whispered as if Tank couldn’t hear them.
The bleeding shifter chuckled, but it immediately turned into a line of rough coughs.
“Hey, David?” Tank rasped out, hoping he could hear them.
“Tank?”
“Don’t call Sam, alright? I don’t want this to be his last image of me,” they said, swallowing hard.
David stayed completely silent on the other side of the line for a long while, thinking about how he could respond without sparking anything. Eventually, he let out a long sigh before speaking again.
“Stay on the phone. I’ll be there in five.”
Tank took a heavy breath and shook their head as much as they could.
“Fuck me,” Tank muttered. They knew he was going to call their mate regardless of what they wanted. “Sam’s going to fucking kill me himself if this doesn’t turn out to be the last night of my life.”
“Don’t say that. This isn’t going to be the last night of your life. Sam’s going to get here and he’s going to fix you up and then we’re all going to go home and everything’s going to be okay,” Angel said, clenching their jaw as they tried to get a hold of themself. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
“Hey, Angel?” Tank started, smiling a bit. Angel could see the blood that stained Tank’s sharp teeth. The bleeding wolf took a moment to speak up again, trying to think about whether or not they wanted to say something while David—and most likely Asher and Milo—were listening in. Fuck it. “Thanks for making tonight amazing. It’s been a while since I’ve… since I’ve had a good night with a friend.”
Angel nearly broke at that.
A friend.
Tank called them a fucking friend.
The estranged wolf of the pack, the one that nobody seemed to be able to get to, the one that didn't seem to have any friends.
“You are going to be perfectly okay and then we’re going to go out again and have another good night because guess what, Tank?” Angel started, furrowing their brows while holding onto their form even tighter than before. Tank’s eyes flicked up to Angel’s, waiting for them to continue with what they were going to say. “Because that’s what friends do.”
Tank stared at them for a long time before letting out a strained chuckle.
“Cheesy.”
“Shut up before I really show you cheesy,” Angel said, letting out a huff of laughter while tears continued to stream from their eyes. They were starting to calm down and Tank was ever-thankful for that. They weren’t sure if they could keep themself calm along with them for much longer.
“I’m sorry that all of this happened tonight,” Tank rasped out, grimacing slightly as their laughter died down.
“You can make up for it the next time we go out. I’ll let you pick the place next time,” Angel said, shrugging their shoulders with a sad smile.
They sat in silence for a while, waiting for David and the rest of them to show. Angel’s hands had been working their way through Tank’s hair the entire time, fingertips messing with the ends every so often in a comforting way. It was enough to make Tank want to close their eyes and fall asleep, but they knew they couldn’t do that.
Not now, at least.
“Hey, Angel?”
Angel hummed, waiting for them to continue.
“Thanks for being my saving grace.”
This is actually my second time reading this, but I didn't even realize it till half way, specifically quinns "yeah but I wont" . It so good and enticing that I didn't know I already read it. Ugggg I love it
Oh Little Wolf
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Word count: 3,224
It was raining, and they were bleeding out.
Darlin knew that much.
Everything else was just… fuzzy.
"You little fucking mutt !" Quinn snapped as he stumbled over to Darlin's mangled form. He was bleeding all over, scrapes and scratches littering his pale skin. His legs looked as if they were moments away from giving out, but he managed to stay on his feet. He hovered menacingly over Darlin with a nasty glare set on his face as he pressed a hand to his neck where Darlin had almost ripped his jugular out. "Nearly tore out part of my fucking neck."
A laugh graced Darlin's lips, but it was interrupted by a harsh line of coughs that racked their entire body. Their brows furrowed as their lips turned down into a pained jagged frown. Blood laced their paling lips, slipping down the side of their face and into the forest floor, mixing into an almost pleasant concoction of an earthy metallic scent. Quinn pressed the thick sole of his boot to their neck, adding enough pressure to make them choke on their next breath.
"Oh, my poor little wolf." He pauses for a moment before sighing out a chuckle and shaking his head. "I've gotta give it to you, misfit. You lasted a lot longer in this world than I thought you would. It's a pity I'm going to have to take you out of it," he said, pressing his boot down even harder. Darlin wrapped their hands around his ankle, struggling to push it up a bit in order to suck in a quick breath of the fresh forest air. "I wonder what your little vamp beau will think when he finds your mangled body in the middle of the forest. Or what your pack will think when they find out their troubled wolf is finally dead ."
A growl ripped from the bottom of Darlin's throat.
"I bet they'll be so happy to see that the stain on the Shaw Pack reputation has finally been washed away," he continued, tilting his head to the side with a mock pout.
"Fuck you," they rasped out, their eyes narrowing into a harsh glare.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Been there, done that," he said before rolling his eyes. He took a deep breath, let it out in a long huff, and looked up at the sky. His eyes gazed at the stars for a moment as he silently thought about what he really wanted to do next. "I'm going to be honest with you. I'm going to miss you, little wolf, but not enough to keep you around any longer."
"Quit calling me that, you fucking prick ."
Darlin mustered enough strength to shove Quinn's foot off their throat before making it back up to their feet. They scrambled away from the stumbling vampire, taking their chance to shift. They spun around to face him, snarling and baring their teeth.
"Oh, so you still have some fight left in you, huh?" he said as a smirk pulled over his face. "God, you don't know when to give up, do you?"
Darlin let out a loud growl before lunging at the older vampire. They latch onto his bleeding arm, teeth sinking into his pale skin. Quinn immediately hit the injured wolf directly on the top of their head, forcing them to let go. They tried to limp away, but he latched onto their tail and yanked them back. He straddled them and forced their face to the side, one hand holding their snapping jaw together. They snarled at him, trying to get their jaw open enough to bite him, but he kept them together, sharp nails digging into their fur.
"Shift back, you filthy mutt," he growled at them through grit teeth, wrestling them to stay still. A harsh hit to their snout finally made them shift back to their human form and a pained groan slipped past their lips. "Maybe I should just try turning you instead of killing you. I feel like that would be so much more painful for you. I can't imagine what you'd do to yourself if you were to ever lose the wolf in you."
They clench their jaw, wanting to bite his hand off.
So they tried.
They hinged their jaw open and clamped down on his hand. He yelped in pain and lifted his other hand, slamming it down on their face again. He grabbed onto the collar of their shirt and lifted their upper half before slamming them back down onto the forest floor. Their head slammed against the ground, knocking them into a bit of a haze, but Quinn just kept going, and going, and going.
Darlin couldn't help but cringe while thinking about how their last moments of life would be staring at the vicious vampire's face.
They were never going to see Sam again.
They were never going to see any of their pack members again—just as they were starting to get close with them too. Not that they'd ever admit that.
They were going to die staring into the eyes of the man they hated most.
The man that hated them all the same.
Quinn's rough punches stopped raining down on the poor shifter a few moments after he felt them go completely limp. They were starting to give up, and that seemed to fuel his lingering thought of turning them instead of killing them. He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position, settling down right on top of their bleeding abdomen as heavy breaths racked his chest.
Darlin wasn't thrashing around anymore, but—much to his dismay—they were still breathing. Their chest barely moved with every shallow breath they took and he found that he could barely hear the faint, weak beat of their struggling heart. They were close to being gone and Quinn couldn't help but grin sadistically at the nearly unconscious shifter.
"Night, night, little wolf."
And that was that.
It angered Darlin, knowing that their last look at the world would be the sight of an obsessed bastard vampire who was grinning at the prospect of taking their life. They were angry and disappointed, but they were well and prepared to take their final breath.
But that never happened.
Instead, something large and dark tackled Quinn right off of them. The heavy weight on top of their chest disappeared and the sound of fighting unfolded beside them. Loud growls and sharp hisses filled the once quiet forest, making Darlin tilt their head toward the new commotion.
David.
David's massive wolf form was on top of Quinn, sharp teeth sunk deep into the vamp's shoulder. He easily ripped into the shoulder he was treating like a chew toy, blood dripping from his mouth and onto the vampire below him. Darlin let out a loud groan as they tried to get up from the forest floor to help him, but a gentle hand was placed on their shoulder and a familiar voice filled their ears.
"Stay down, Tank. We've got you," Asher said, shaking his head while carefully pushing their shoulders back to the ground. Their back soon flattened against the spongy wet earth below them. Milo soon appeared, immediately dropping to his knees beside them.
"I've got them," Milo said while jerking his head towards the intense skirmish happening not too far from them. Asher nodded, shifted, and ran over to the pair of fighting empowered figures. And while the two of them went after the blood-sucking bastard, Milo placed a hand in the middle of Darlin's chest, thankful that he could still sense their heart beating in their barely moving figure.
It was all so faint—their heart, their core, their aura.
And that scared the shit out of Milo.
Even though Darlin hadn't always been as present as the others, Milo had always known them to have one of the strongest auras and one of the most concentrated cores amongst all the pack members. It didn't matter if they were at full strength or if they had just been beaten into the damn ground. They practically radiated power every time they stepped into a room. Though, he knew how much they hated when everyone's eyes immediately darted to them the moment they stepped through a doorway.
It scared him to see them so beaten down.
So faint.
So still.
But he was forced to shove that fear aside the moment he sensed another set of vampires approaching them from behind. He didn't hesitate to shift and whirl around to face the two figures that had just zipped their way into the area. Sam and Vincent immediately raised their hands in the air in a notion of surrender, showing the shifter that they meant no harm. Milo shifted back, thankful that it was just them.
"I'm going to be honest. They're not lookin' too good," Milo said in a lowered voice, shaking his head while scooting to the side so Sam could get a better look at them.
Darlin was lying still on the forest floor, their eyes glossed over and blank.
From afar, they already looked dead.
He kneeled beside them, not even knowing where to start.
"Triage," he muttered under his breath as he tried to steady his trembling hands. A deep, shaky breath escaped him and he let his hands hover. "Alright, Darlin, let's dance. Can I touch?"
They let out a light huff of a breath, letting the entire group know they were still alive. They were barely alive and everyone in the damn vicinity knew it. Sam glanced over to the side to see that Asher had a mangled form of Quinn pinned beneath him. He was still alive—more like still undead—and breathing, but he was pinned down by a massive wolf and looked as if he didn't stand a chance at getting out from under him.
On the other hand, David was back on his feet and making his way toward Darlin. He was staring at his fallen pack mate with a worried look in his eye. It was evident that he was trying to mask his worry and fear, but they knew they must've been in horrible shape for their alpha to look at them like that.
"Sam, I hate to say it, but not even your healing magic will be able to fix this. They're not going to make it unless we do something about it now ," Vincent said, trying to keep his voice low and quiet. His silver eyes flicked between Darlin's nearly lifeless body and Sam, who's kneeled beside them. His heart cringed at how helpless his friend—his brother —looked. This wasn't a look that Vincent had seen often. He wished he could just take all the pain away from him, but he knew he couldn't. "I hate to say it—and you know I really do—but it's now or never.
Sam forced himself to take a deep breath before looking back at Darlin with a sorrowful look. Their half-lidded eyes were threatening to close and Sam prayed they wouldn't shut anytime soon. He grabbed their hand, using his other hand to gently wipe some of the crimson blood away from their cheek. They smiled and slowly blinked at the gentle gesture.
Their entire body ached and the pain was becoming unbearable. They wanted it all to just stop . They knew that it was over for them. That nothing could save them. Not Sam, not the best healers that department could ever offer, not even Milo's Ma.
Of course, they knew that there was one more option they could take, but they weren't sure whether or not they could really pull through with that one.
"Darlin, I think you know what I'm about to ask you and I'm really sorry that it's come down to this," Sam choked out, his brows furrowed with sorrow and frustration. Tears had pricked his eyes as he stared down at his mate.
His mate .
He had never called them that to their face… or to anyone else for that matter. And he knew that it would be unfair of him to call them that while they were teetering on the brink of death.
He didn't want them living just because he wanted them to.
He needed them to want to live.
"We're living on borrowed time, cowboy," they whispered, still finding it in themself to try and humor their partner. And Sam would've laughed if he didn't notice that they could barely talk. Their chest cavity looked like it was practically collapsing in on itself and with every breath they took, they looked as if the next one would be their last. The amount of blood they were laying in concerned Sam to the fullest. "Well, it's more like I'm living on borrowed time."
Sam let out a shaky breath, swallowing down the sob he so desperately wanted to let out.
"I hate that I have to ask you this, but you know that I do just in case," he said, blinking fast as a few tears ran down his face. "Do you want me to turn you? I think we both know that might be the only way for you to… for you to pull through this one."
Darlin closed their eyes and turned their head, opening them back up to look at the burning bright stars hanging above them. They could feel their world slowing down, but they couldn't help but admire how brightly the stars were shining.
They couldn't help but think that this would be a nice view to end their days with.
"Darlin, I need you to know that I would never turn you unless you wanted me to. But if we're going to do something about this, I'm really going to need you to make a decision before we find that we don't have the time to make one anymore," Sam continued, shaking his head.
Darlin took a deep breath—as deep as they could manage. A cough racked their body and they nearly passed out from the pain that warped their entire body and mind. They closed their eyes and almost didn't open them back up, but Sam grabbed one of their hands and the gentle squeeze was enough to bring them back to reality.
"You know I'd do damn near anything for you, Sam," they started, slowly looking away from the beautiful stars to look back into the comforting void of his eyes. Turning their head was enough to make them want to cry out in pain, but they held it all in, hoping to get their last words out before anything dire happened. "But this—I'm sorry. I don't know if I can do this."
Sam pursed his lips into a slight grimace and nodded his head.
"You don't have to apologize for anything, Darlin," he said, shaking his head some more as hot tears started to rush down his face even faster than before. "Whatever decision you make, I'll back it."
"Yeah, but I won't," Quinn muttered under his breath.
David whipped around to face him the moment they registered what he had said, but it was too late. Quinn had managed to wrangle out of the wolf's grips. He sped off towards Darlin and grabbed them, immediately zipping off into the night before anyone could do anything to stop him.
"Find them!" David barked at the pack members who had shown up moments before the vampire's abrupt abduction.
The fuming alpha was silently thankful that he hadn't frozen up the moment the bleeding pair disappeared into the dark thicket. Part of him almost did, but he knew they couldn't afford that right now.
Not in a moment like this.
Not when Darlin's life depended on it.
"Shaw," Vincent called out, catching the alpha's attention.
David looked over and already knew what Vincent was asking him to do. He helped the other vampire hoist Sam back up to his feet, steadying him out before letting go of his tense shoulders. The poor vamp looked completely shell-shocked from everything that had happened in the past ten minutes of his undead life.
"Come on. We have to find them before Quinn does something we'll never be able to forgive ourselves for."
"Get the fuck off of me," Darlin growls, trying to push Quinn away from their weak figure. Quinn throws them back onto the forest ground, letting their mangled body snap a few twigs while pine needles stabbed into their exposed skin.
"There. I'm off of you. Happy?" he mused in a mocking tone while tilting his head to the side.
Darlin didn't have the strength to snap back anymore. Their world was spinning and they couldn't do a damn thing about it. Quinn limped over to their bleeding body before dropping to his knee. He straddled them, pinning their arms down with his knees. A strained groan ripped from the bottom of their throat, but they didn't do anything to stop him or to even try to get him off.
"You know, I never actually thought that it would come down to this," he said, letting out a little sigh. He tilted his head to the side, staring down at them. A grin pulled over his face, a maniacal look setting in his void eyes. "Don't worry, little wolf, I'm not done with you just yet."
He slowly leaned down and tilted his head to the side to get even closer to the surface of their neck. He took an agonizingly deep breath before sighing heavily, letting his hot breath fan over their pale skin.
"So close to death and your heart is still pounding in your chest," he said, perching his mouth even closer to them. They could feel the tips of his fangs prick their neck and something in them finally snapped. They fought and squirmed with the last of their might, but to no avail, Quinn continued to hold them down with the remaining power he had. Darlin, David, and Asher had messed him up pretty badly, but he was thankful that he had fed on Darlin earlier to retain some of his strength. "Looks like you're going to be around for a lot longer than you thought you would. Guess that'll give you some more time to bond with that little vamp of yours and me more time to find some creative ways to wreck your life."
As much as they hated Quinn for everything he had done to them, they found they couldn't give a flying fuck about hate right now.
All they wanted was to be in their mate's arms, saying goodbye while they still could.
All they wanted was to be with their pack in their final moments.
All they wanted was to be with… their family.
Tears rushed down his face, sinking into the forest ground below them.
Quinn pricked his own wrist with his fangs, hovering it right over Darlin's mouth.
"Drink up, little wolf," he said in a low tone. He pressed his wrist to their mouth, forcing them to take in the crimson liquid. He slowly lowered himself back down to their neck, the tips of his fangs grazing against the skin of their neck. "When you wake up, you won't have to worry about being called a mutt anymore."
A Deal
257 words
Fandom: Redacted Asmr
Couple: None, mentions of Darlin/Quinn and Darlin/Sam
TW/CW: Panic attacks, descriptions of panic like attacks, extream loneliness, very brief moments of self harm( clawing at ones skin)
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Loneliness was always a part of their life
It was like they sign a contract, loneliness for strength and reputation
They forgot to read the fine print
They didn't realize the loneliness would always be there
Even when they out with a group
Or when with Quinn
One minute they'd pray he'd leave
The next, they are clawing at their chest to get the pain of being left alone out of their heart.
When Sam entered their life they thought it would be easier.
But those nights when they wake, alone. Their heart squeezes like it's pushing all of the blood out, trying to cut itself off from what keeps it working
Just like Darlin’
They know he's at work, they know that
But their chest doesn't get the message as they heave. Words they'd never say to another escaping their lungs.
Their so desperate to be held by someone
By him
There never thought of themselves as desperate
No one has
That's was the problem
No one thought about the effects they had on Darlin’
Because their strong
Built like a tank
A lone wolf
But they don't want that
They never did
No matter what teenage Darlin’ did or said
It was an act
A rebellion
A test for the pack
Many failed
But more tired again
And again
And again
Eventually, they let the pack in
But the loneliness they feel in the dark of their room
In the dark of their heart. Is something no one can change
That no one can heal
I'm a sucker for a good (bad and cheesy) brothers best friend and I bring to you asher x darlin
Darlin who thinks their only worth their body and blood so they sleep with a lot of people because it makes them feel important and wanted even if it's for an hour tops
Asher who just wants darlin to be safe ,even if he never ends up with them. He's been in love with them from the start
Darlin who flirts with Asher like they do with many others. But Asher sees it as nothing, knowing that this is how the treat many others
Darlin who hides a lot of this sleeping around from David ( their "big" brother, their practically the same age but David is bigger)
Darlin who use asher for rides, talks and even outfit advice because he's the only one who hasn't judged them
Asher who get worried ( and a lil jealous) when darlin starts only seeing one guy, a guy that clearly does not care for darlins well being
Asher who voice his concerns ending in a fight where he confesses , but when darlin tries to do the same, hes in denial, they do that with everyone, and he says that
Asher who breaks darlins shell causeing them to break down, getting davids blood to boil. Being kicked out of both David and darlins life
Asher who can no longer help darlin when he knows their throwing themselves deeper into a abusive relationship.