#in my eyes he's a healer for the shaw pack because Marie definitely needs help healing those mfs and darlins parents never joined the pack

[damascus-crowned-king]

Vampire!Darlin x Freelancer!Sam fic

It's short, nothing angsty, simple, bad.

Maybe I'll make another but it's a very strong maybe because I'm terribly inconsistent.

“Damnit… where the hell- god fucking, I got too many keys…”

He had flipped Through three key holders trying to find his apartment Keys, fiddling and putting them into the keyhole before finding the one that actually Unlocked his apartment. He walked in with an aggravated sigh of relief before collapsing on his couch.

He should get up and take a shower… or make some dinner and actually eat something of sustenance… or sleep on his actual bed… but he didn't… he just laid there… sweaty…exhausted… tired… overworked… and the next thing he knew he was asleep…

…

Poke.

…

Poke poke.

…

Pokepokepokepoke-

He groggily woke up with a tired, irritated groan, eyes fluttering open to see who the hell was poking him. Repeatedly.

“Fuckin’ finally, you were boring me to death with how unconscious you were.”

He opened his eyes to see a face that meant trouble. A pretty face, but still a face that meant trouble.

“Darlin, I was doing this thing called ‘Taking a nap’ y'know … a thing… humans do… to not fuckin’ die?”

“Yeah, well, you've slept long enough, keep me company.”

Oh lord if he wasn't head over heels for this bastard vampire he'd kick them out and sleep forever.

“Can I just get like… a one hour nap, or somethin’? Just like a resting period before I become your own personal jester?”

They thought for a good moment before speaking up in a curt tone. “Thirty minutes.”

“Are you- y'know what I'll take what I can get… even if this is my own damn house and I can do whatever the hell I want-”

It only took a few seconds for Darlin to get sick of his grumpy old man rant and pick him up like a damn bride, causing him to cling to them like a stunned cat.

“First of all it's an apartment not a house, Secondly, you act like you have the physical strength to Kick me out.”

“If you don't put me down right now!”

They didn't.

They carried him all the way to his (their) bedroom, practically threw him onto the bed as he let out an ‘Oof!’ and crawled on top of him and laid down. Letting him be squished under the weight of them, nuzzling their face into the crook of his neck. And all Sam could do was sigh.

“Darlin.”

“Mm?”

“You're squishing me.”

“I know.”

“You're heavy.”

“Am I supposed to care?”

He expected that response.

His darlin was stubborn as they were gorgeous.

“Can I atleast get a kiss?”

“Now you're speaking my language.”

They pulled away after a few seconds, (not long enough in Sam's eyes) looked at him with a smug look, still holding his face with such love and care before speaking in the most teasing, asshole tone. “Once your thirty minutes of peace is up, your ass is mine.”

They pulled away, cupped his face as gently as possible which always somewhat surprised him, their hands were still calloused from when they were human, hands so strong they could destroy boulders, and yet they were cradling his face like he was the most precious collection of atoms on earth. They leaned in and he could taste the shirley temple-flavored chapstick on their lips. They kissed gently too…

And once again. Sam could only sigh.

He appreciated their small amount of mercy but he also knew whatever they were going to rope him in was going to be tiresome and horrifying. He could only hope and pray. But they were his darlin… so he'll endure it.

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