#redacted sam x darlin

[vegaly-art]

And now, introducing the newest member of the Shaw Pack, Samuel Collins, and his darlin' Darlin' (Beau).

About them: - Sam Collin's is White/Hispanic, from Louisiana. He speaks Spanish, English and French fluently due to the area he lived in, and has quite the few leather jackets from family that he quite likes. They remind him of his family a lot, and it means everything to him... he was always a family man, and not seeing them tears him up inside. - Beau's (She/Her) Indigenous from up north in Washington State, with part of her family up in Canada and part in the US. She's very strong and quite athletic, duh, and shows off her scars often as marks of her strength and bravery. A lot of them, from cigar burns to scratches she got from Quinn, but they don't scare her as much as they used to. Though they have none from Sam. He insists on healing her if he ever even so much as bumps her. Also she is quite the gamer, and decided to dye her hair red recently after learning about Karlach from Baldur's gate 3. She loves that girl to death, and relates to her so much. It was actually the first time she dyed her hair (With Angel's help and a lot of freaking out.)

[sunshineboy-greer-collins]

am i the only one that regularly has a little laugh about how Sam in his second video went “You’re a werewolf not a damn tank!” and part of the fandom was like “hmmm you know what? fuck that, that’s exactly what they are, everyone calls them that 😌”

and imagine him coming to a pack meeting or something for the first time, walking in behind Darlin’ and on the other side of the room Ash spots them and just hearing him excitedly call out for Tank while walking over to them

Sam just standing there like 🧍🏼 come on really

[slightlystupidhun]

Niente

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

A band AU I’m writing! Sorry if it’s bad! There is no magic in this universe, just music! @puffin-smoke did an amazing Redacted Band AU that you should check out too!

TW: mentions of grooming and substance use and abuse, Quinn

Niente; To nothing; indicating a diminuendo which fades completely away…

Tank walked into the Jazz club and sat down at one of the tables near the front of the stage. They ordered themself a coffee and sat and waited for the Vampz. Thats when they saw the band walk out. They had heard quite a bit about the band and had done some research which is how they could tell who some of the members were. The keys were played by someone who went by the name of Vincent. He seemed charismatic and he was pretty handsome. Their drums were played by a spitfire named Lovely who had a great groove. They had two horn players, one named Bright Eyes and the other named Fred. They had a lead treble vocalist named treasure and a bass clef vocalist named Porter, treasure would also play lead guitar and occasionally Porter would play Sax. Then the last member walked onstage and Tank felt heat rise up to their cheeks, he was an attractive man, more rugged. He was their bass player named Sam. They were infatuated by his brown eyes and his dressy flannel.

The first song they played was an original of theirs called “Turn Your Love Around. It was funky and groovy. Many people in the jazz club got up and started dancing. Porter had a good smooth voice. Tank couldn't help but move their head to the beat a little and give a soft smile. They completely fell into the song as the They were grooving and very inspired. The minute the chorus started their world exploded. The trumpets, the dancing. All with the added bonus that the entire band sang parts of it with Porter really inspired them. As soon as they sang the lyrics “Turn your love around!” They had found their new favorite song, They also could have sworn they made eye contact with the Bass player.

The next song they played was their song “What You Won’t Do For Love.” Tanker absolutely loved this song. Its vibe was unmatched and they absolutely fell into it. The lyrics were so enthralling and the instruments really encapsulated the emotion. They took a sip of their coffee. Oh they definitely had to come back to this club again.

The next morning they were making coffee, alone in their kitchen, they started humming the song waiting for their coffee to brew. Before they knew it they were doing a mini little dance and singing. “Turn your love around, Don't you turn me down, I can show you how, Turn your love around!” They didn't even realize the entrance of David and the individual whom he was seeing. He called them Angel and they had been around the house quite a bit. Tank thought they were funny, and very good for David. Anyways they hadnt realized they had intruders until they turned around, their coffee now freshly made and starring David in the eyes. He had a lazy smile on his face and his arm around his partner. “Oh- Fuck…”

“Thats a good song, never heard it before… Did you write it?” Angel spoke up, their eyes gleaming.

“No! I uh… I just heard it at this jazz club I'm going to. Lasko suggested it so I went there to drink coffee and listen to some good music.” They knew they were over explaining but they felt it was necessary.

“Is this place safe? Should I go there with you?” David said his features hardening a little bit.

“No… Its fine, its a good environment…” Their cheeks heated up as they thought about the bassist that they definitely didn't want David to see them drooling over.

“Thats great! Oh and super cute dance moves by the way!” Angel beamed up at them and they let out a groan.

They found themself going to this club every wednesday to listen to the music, have a good coffee, and eye fuck the bassist. Wait, scratch that last part. They were not doing that. They just liked to appreciate good looks and talent. Yeah. Thats all. Today they even brought out the upright bass as they played a Louis Armstrong and Duke ellington classic, “It Don’t Mean A Thing.” They sipped their coffee as they listened to the swung rhythm and tapped their foot to the beat.

The next song they performed was Dinah Washington’s “What a difference a Day Makes.” Treasure has a glorious voice that they had grown to swoon to. It was so gorgeous and smooth and they loved every line.

As the music came to an end and the next band went on they decided to stay for a little longer and get themself a coffee. The barista knew them well at this point.

“Glad to see your Bassist today?” He asked. They both loved and hated Guy. He was funny but he had this terrible habit of cracking the wrong jokes at the wrong time.

“Shut it Guy.” They glared at him. “He’s not my bassist and I am pretty sure he doesn't even know that I exist. Besides, a guy in a band can mean no good for me.” They sighed.

“I wouldn't say that he doesn't know about you. And besides he is a good man. Quiet, stubborn, sometimes a bit of an old soul…” Guy continued on.

“Isn't he only 23?” Tank questioned at the mention of him being an old soul.

“Only 3 years older than you.” He smiled at them, “Happy belated Birthday by the way.” He slid them the coffee.”Speaking of the Devil, brace yourself.”

Before Tank could react a man was at their side. A very familiar man. It was Sam. Oh God were they blushing, they were blushing. Crap. They decided to just drink their coffee. “Sam this is Tank, Tank this is Sam.” Guy said as he left to go take more orders. “I think you guys would make great… friends.” Then he was gone. Guy just left them with Sam.

“Hi, Nice to finally meet you.” Sam said Drinking the tea that Guy left out for him.

“What do you mean?” They said looking at Sam.

“Well I’ve noticed you coming to our shows for the past three months. Just thought I’d say ‘Hi.’” He shrugged.

“Oh, I didn't think you would notice.” They looked at him being completely honest.

“Of course I'd notice.” He looked at them and smiled. “Besides I have to admit that I am quite the fan of yours… I saw you play at the D.A.M.N concert and I have to say you were pretty fantastic. Been checkin out your music since then… Its pretty good.” He said, his thick southern drawl igniting something deep inside of them.

“You like my- our songs? You’ve… wow, that's.” They paused, clearing their throat. “That’s cool… Which one is your favorite?”

“Hmm, ‘For What It’s Worth’ Is definitely one of my top picks…” He said, he was really contemplating this question. Tank was surprised he chose this song as one of his favorites. This was one of the first songs they ever wrote. It had a special place in their heart and he definitely wasn't lying about liking their music. “Gold Dust Woman…” He said, finality in his tone. He really seemed to like this song. “The harmonies just blend so well together, and the way the instruments tell the story with the vocals, it's just amazing. Also the lyrics hit close to home…” He smiled at them. They knew that they hadn't written this song, David had, but the fact that he liked any song they performed made their cheeks flush. “So… you’ve been listening to us for a while… Do you have a favorite of ours?”

“That's so difficult! I mean they’re all so great!” Tank said running a hand through their hair trying to think of their favorite. “The first song I heard of yours was Turn your love around so that one will always have a special place in my heart. However, I think Cry Me A River hit close to home. I definitely can't get it out of my head.” They ran their finger along the rim of their coffee cup.

FLASHBACK

“Thanks for meeting me here, Precious.” Quinn gave Tanker one of his signature smiles that before now would have melted their heart. Now it simply pissed them off.

“What do you want? And be fast, I have somewhere to be.” They checked their watch as they leaned against the railing of the bridge they were on.

Quinn did not like being rushed, even worse he hated when people seemed disinterested in him rather than fawning over him. He leaned in closer to them. “Well I asked you to meet me here Precious because I just hate how things ended between us. You know how sensitive Vega can be.”

“No. I don’t. Still looking for a bassist?” They asked knowing that it would push his buttons. They now took to examining their nails. He gritted his teeth and pulled out a box of cigarettes. He offered them one.

“Want to smoke with me?” He titled the box down to them.

“No thanks. I don’t smoke anymore.”

“You don’t do a lot of things anymore. You’ve changed. Someone has changed you haven't they? Listen, you cannot still be mad at me for what went down.” He tried to sound sweet but to them it was just suffocating.

“I’m not mad, just not stupid. I don’t have to be mad at you to not like you.” They smirked at him. “Is that all you had to say?”

“I want you back, Precious. You were a great thrill to have around and without you life is boring. Besides you need me don’t you? I mean who will give you as much fire, passion and talent as me?”

“I don’t need you. You don't miss me at all. You miss having a play thing. You don’t really feel things quinn and I believe that with my whole heart.” They said standing up and beginning to head back to their bike.

“That's a shame. I hope everything ends well for your one friend's partner… The stagemanager one, you know the one dating Lasko.”

“What do you want Quinn?” They turned, their eyes deadly.

“I want you to give me one night to prove to you that you need me. Or they can kiss their job goodbye.” He smirked at them as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“If anything happens to them Quinn, I'll beat your brakes off myself and feed you to starving lions for fun.” They headed back to their bike.

“This isn't the end, Precious.”

“I know. You need me.” They spat back at him driving off.

END OF FLASHBACK

“Hmm That's one of the ones I wrote, quite some time ago.” Sam said with a small smile as he took a sip of his tea.

“Well then you’re something of a lyrical genius.” They smiled into their coffee cup.

“Thank You Darlin.” He said, his southern drawl thick. They knew there was nothing behind the pet name but they couldn't deny the way their heart started racing. Still they shrugged it off.

“No problem.” They had now finished their coffee. They looked at Sam again as they heard his name be called from across the jazz club.

“Sam! Stop flirting and get over here! We wanna go home!” It was Fred yelling out. Vincent smacked him on the back of the head as the rest of the members slightly chuckled. Porter, though, was too busy trying to mess with Treasure to realize what was being said.

Sam sighed heavily and shook his head, grabbing his tea. “I hope to see you around again.” He offered Tank a soft smile. They smiled back at him and waved as he walked off.

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Turn Your love Around- George Benson

What you won’t do for love- Bobby Caldwell

It Don’t Mean a Thing- Louis Armstrong/Duke Ellington

What A Difference A Day Makes- Dinah Washington

For What It’s Worth- Buffalo Springfield

Gold Dust Woman- Fleetwood Mac

Cry Me A River- Ella Fitzgerald

[ambrose-mp4]

Guys am I Darlin now?

[piffany666]

This song is Sam and Darlin's song

OK but like cause it can go both ways!

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧’ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

darlin’ has dyed their hair every color and will ask sam to help them cover their roots when they need a touch up

once darlin’ accidentally got bleach on sam’s favorite flannel and they were so sorry about it they literally kept apologizing

“darlin’ it’s really fine, i have another—”

“SAM I AM SO SORRY”

darlin’ may or may not have cried over ruining his flannel, they were upset with themselves

sam had to pull out a flannel that was literally the exact same to calm them down

sam loves how warm darlin’ is all the time

darlin’ will sometimes shift into wolf form and lay in front of an open window so the sun makes their fur all warm and then they will walk over to sam and let him cuddle them

sam loves those cuddles cause darlin’ is all warm

sam mentioned his favorite drink once and now darlin’ keeps the house stocked with said drink always

darlin’ when in wolf form around sam will absolutely wag their tail shamelessly

sam also pets darlin’ like how dad’s pet big dogs, they more pat them then pet

darlin’ loves it

once in a while sam will gently pet darlin’s face, in and out of wolf form

darlin’ loves buying those little blind bag minis, especially the keychain ones

definitely has a collect of blind bag keychains

also they always seem to pull the one that they wanted, like darlin has extremely good luck with them for some reason? it baffles sam to say the least

sam has taken darlin’ on one of his drives and darlin’ will stick their head out the window the whole time

darlin’ sleeps with their childhood stuffed animal still (it’s a lamb that they named lambie)

“can lambie sleep on the bedside table tonight so i can hold you properly?”

“no you can hold me properly while i hold them”

sam gets use to it

one night darlin’ started leaving lambie on the bedside table and never looked back

“no lambie tonight?”

“i feel safe without them, you make me feel safe”

darlin’ delivered some of the most emotional words then promptly passed out

sam damn well near cried at them

sam showed darlin some country music and their favorite song ended up being ‘forever and for always’ by shania twain

darlin’ once came home soaked from the rain cause they refused to bring an umbrella even after sam told them it was going to rain

whole place smelled like wet dog for a week

if sam ever bit darlin’ i feel like they would bite him back and sam would be all like ????

sam loves when darlin’ accidentally falls asleep on him and it happens a lot

darlin’ can and will fall asleep anywhere

but be warned darlin’ is always chasing something in their sleep which leads to kicking

darlin’ will abuse sam’s healing magic

“sammm i jammed my finger!”

“i assume you want me to kiss it better?”

“mhm”

sam will wrap his hand around the jammed finger to heal it and then kiss it before letting go

darlin’ calls them his magic kisses

i don’t really see darlin’ as a tough scar covered person, i think they’re just a regular looking person who needed time to open up

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

[slightlystupidhun]

Babysitting Duty

Summary: David and Angel recently adopted two kids from the department and now when their babysitter called out last minute they only have one person who can babysit. @kitheking

“Please Tanker. Our babysitter called out last minute and if we don’t head out we will lose our reservation.” He ran his large hands through his black hair. “They like you well enough. I need you to Tank.”

Two months David took in these two strays after being asked by the department. The kids were cute and had a small resemblance to Tanker and David. They took a quick liking to Tanker and had opted to sit by the wolf during pack meetings. Sam had missed the last few since the newcomers joined.

Tank sighed and resigned themself to their fate. “Fine, but they are coming to my house, where you will pick them up by midnight.”

“Thank you Tank!” David said already heading out of the Den back to his truck. Tank rubbed their face and walked out to the parking lot with two bags for the kids and holding the three year old on their waist. The four year old made sure to keep a tight hold on Tankers scarred hand.

Fortunately, Tank had Sam’s truck as their bike was in the shop. When they arrived at the car they noticed that David or Angel already put the car seats in the truck. After getting everyone situated, Tank got in the driver's seat and adjusted their rear view mirror.

“So, who wants some chicken nuggets?”

____________

Tank had barely pulled into the driveway before the kids were chanting with excitement.

“Let us in! We’re ready to run!!!” They chanted in unison. Tank huffed out a laugh as they unbuckled the kids and helped them down from the truck. They quickly gathered all of the kids' things and the food and moved to unlock the door. Tank knew Sam wasn’t home yet but they knew they should send him a message so he isn’t too surprised.

‘Hey Sam, got David’s kids at our house…’

Before they could hit send one of the kids ran inside almost knocking over one of Sam and Tankers photos. Tank quickly ran inside and stabilized it. It was Tankers favorite photo of them and Sam. Both of them were in Sam's truck and he was unapologetically smiling as they kissed his cheek. They thought it was such a cheesy photo at the time but now everytime they see his smile, their heart does another cartwheel. They dropped the kids bags by the couch and brought the food to the dining table.

“Hey Tankah can I pwease ave my nuggets.” The four year old Nash called out.

“Tankah Nuggies!” The youngest Bobbie spoke out.

“Right here guys.” Tank said, giving them their nuggets and fries, grabbing them a juice box.

After the kids finished eating Tank took out the kids toys and set them up to play in the living room. The youngest decided to play with the mega blocks and make an entire city. As soon as Bobbie finished she looked up at tank with a toothy grin and a youthful giggle. That was until Nash ran his toy truck through the city. As the metropolis made of blocks crumbled to the ground there was silence until the sharp cry ripped through the house.

“My!! Town! All gone!” Bobbie yelled as tears trailed down her cheeks.

“It’s okay Bobbie it’s okay!! You can build a new town!” Tank said, piling up the blocks, their voice tinged with panic. Tank always considered themself bad with kids. Here, was where their lack of skill and experience reared its ugly head. What do they do? Well there was one thing. “Wanna help me bake cookies?”

At this Bobbie stopped crying and her and her brother rushed over to the kitchen. Truth be told Tank barely knew how to make cookies but it couldn’t be that hard right? After all they could just google the recipe. They thumbed open the first chocolate chip cookie recipe they saw on their phone and quickly gathered the ingredients as the kids danced around them. They set the oven to 375 and Bobbie and Nash knew that they were about to start baking. Tank then set up a step stool for Nash and picked up Bobbie.

“Alright first we need to put in 8 tablespoons of butter.” Tank smiled as they moved the bowl allowing Nash to measure out the butter. “Now let’s put in some sugar!” They handed Bobbie ⅓ cup of sugar to dump in the bowl and let mash out in another tablespoon of sugar. They then poured in 1/3 cup light brown sugar. “Okay, now the recipe calls for 1/2 teaspoon table salt.” They spoke to which Nash made a face.

“Ew why salt in cookies??” Mash stuck his tongue out.

“I think it balances out the sugar or something…” they shrugged. “Next is 1 teaspoon of Vanilla extract.” They handed the teaspoon to Bobbie to pour in. “Okay good Bobbie! Alright Nash can you measure 1/4 teaspoon baking soda?” They pushed the box and measuring tool towards Nash.

“Yes I can! I’m good at it!” He said enthusiastically as he quickly measured and poured the baking soda in the bowl. Tanker then measured out 1/2 teaspoon baking powder and put it in the bowl.

“Oh man, here’s the hard part, crack one large egg.” Tank said as they guided Nash’s hands to hold the egg. They carefully instructed him on how to crack it as to not get any shells in the bowl. “Great job Nash!”

Tank then handed Bobbie 1 1/2 cups of flour, which Bobbie ended up spilling ¼ of the cup on Tanks face. Laughter erupted from the small group and filled the house.

“Alright alright.” Tank said, wiping the flour from their eyes. “Okay 2 cups of chocolate chips and then we mix it!” Tank let Bobbie dump in the chocolate chips and let Nash stir the mixture.

“Okay! Time to roll the dough into balls and put them onto the tray.” Tank helped the group to it and then put the cookies into the oven. Tank then helped the kids wash their hands and face. Apparently, waiting proved too tiring for Nash as he quickly fell asleep on the couch, Bobbie quickly following suit and falling asleep in Tanks Arms. That’s when Tanker heard keys jangle in the door, someone was home.

——————

Sam ended up finishing his meeting with Will and the others early and Vincent dropped him home promptly. Upon heading up to his house, Sam noticed that something was off. Nothing was out of place, or messed up but something was different. Normally, Darlin would already be on the front porch waiting for him, but not this time. What’s more, was that were more than just his Darlins scent in the air.

Sam quickly moved to the door, grabbing his keys and opening it. When he finally managed to open the door, he couldn’t believe his eyes. There on his couch laid a small kid, maybe four years old, who looked vaguely like Darlin, but when he turned to the kitchen he was almost knocked off his feet. He saw Darlin holding a two-three year old that looked even more like them. They had a slight panicked look on their face, which had remnants of flower on it. Something within him stirred seeing them with a baby in their arms.

“Welcome home Sam!” They whispered to him a nervous smile gracing their features.

“Well hello there Darlin.” Sam said, making his way towards them. “Not that I’m mindin too much but, I don’t remember leaving you with kids when I left.” He spoke half jokingly.

“Remember how I told you David took in a few strays… well his babysitter called out at the last minute…” Darlin said, slowly walking towards Sam and bouncing the baby in their arms.

“Ah so you became the baby sitter then?” Sam said with a small smile on his face. He brought his hand up and whipped the flower off of their face, leaving his hand to hold their cheek. That was until he felt a kick to his leg.

“Hey Mistor! Weave my Tankah alone!” Nash said in a partially sleepy tone rubbing his eyes.

“Your Tanker?” Sam said in a skeptical tone.

“Yeah they’re my best fwiend! You weave them awone!” Nash said pointing at Sam. Then he suddenly gasped and his face turned in surprise. “Wait are you guys mawied?! That why you wive in da same house?”

Sam and Darlin flushed a little, they were not yet married, not that they hadn’t wanted that it’s just neither of them got around to asking, and time got away from them.

“No, not married.” Tank said patting him on the head.

“Just between you and me pal, you two bettor get mawied quickly. Someone will snatch them up qwickwy.” Nash said crossing his arms and whispering into Sam’s ear, unaware of the vampires superb hearing. Before Sam could answer the ovens timer went off, signaling that the cookies were ready. Sam walked over and pulled the creation out of the oven, surprised by how much it actually looked edible. He handed Nash a cookie and put eight more in a baggie for the kids to take home as Bobbie was still asleep in Tanks arms.

By the time Nash finished his cookie, a bright light flashed in the driveway to signal that David and Angel were here to pick up their kid. Sam helped Nash pick up his toys and Tank gathered up all of Bobbies things. Before David knocked on the door. Sam used his vampiric speed to run to the door and open it for the pair.

“Ah Sam, good evening!” Angel said coming in the house to take some of Nash’s things.

“Evenin’” Sam replied, handing David the bag of toys.

“Thank you guys for watching them.” David said softly, noticing that Bobbie was still asleep.

“No worries, they were very well behaved.” Tank said as David came over to collect the smallest one. Sam headed out the door to put the car seats back in David and Angels car.

“Papa?” Nash said, looking over at David.

“Yes Nash?” David replied.

“I fink this guy here may be fastor then you.” Nash said excitedly. “Can we come ovor agwain swoon? I had fwun with Tankah.”

“We’ll see, now let’s let Sam and Tank have some alone time.” David said, patting him on the back and guiding his son out of the door. “Here you go, thank you Tank.” David said, handing Tanker a crisp pair of hundred dollar bills.

“Nah keep it, they were easy, and you two were here before midnight. Get the kids toys or something.” Tank smiled and patted David on the shoulder as he and his small family headed back to the car and drove off, Sam meeting them on the porch again.

“So… I wouldn’t mind adopting some of our own.” Sam said, wrapping his hands around Darlins' waist and pulling them into him.

“We could… or you could just be the cool uncle to David’s kids.” They raised their eyebrows and gave him a peck on the cheek.

I NEEEEDDDDDDDD more darlin taking care of ppl fics.

Sam? Sure, The mates? Sure, A kid? Sure, pack? Sure, a kid IN the pack? Hell yea.

[cinnamontoatscoreyart]

Milo x sweetheart (venus) and sam x darlin (Ty)

[darling-solaire]

Darlin being so used to rough treatment from roughhousing with the other pack members as kids to fighting to their time with Quinn until they meet Sam and now suddenly they can’t imagine life without the feather light touches he gives because he never wants to hurt them and can only imagine holding them with softness and care

[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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[slightlystupidhun]

Protector

TW: Violence, Character Death

It was a normal day like any other. Tank left the house around 12:00am to spend some time out riding their bike. Sam had been waiting for them, brewing himself a fresh cup of coffee and making them some food they would actually eat.

Sam knew that they had issues with certain food textures and were very specific about how things should look with the textures that go along with it.

He carefully plated their scrambled eggs and toast, making sure that everything looked good. He began washing the dishes waiting for his mate to return. He scrubbed away the grime from the pan, smiling fondly at the warm feeling he always felt in his chest when they were around.

He was so lost in thought that by the time he finished the dishes he didn’t realize how much time had elapsed. Their plate of food was still untouched and now much colder. They were late. It wasn’t unusual for them to stay out a little longer than usual, however, they were now 30 minutes late. This was extremely unusual and caused a deep pang of anxiety in Sam’s chest.

He quickly grabbed his coat and his keys. He knew their usual route well. They tended to take the long winding path through the wooded area of the abandoned amusement park. They would always end up 15 minutes away in a small corner store where they would stop and quickly grab a few snacks they loved. It was a habit they had even before they met Sam.

He drove through the winding roads, thoughts flooded with worry. Remaining vigilant, Sam made sure to seek out any scent he could of them. Suddenly, a strong smell hit him. The sweet metallic scent filled his nose and he felt a familiar ache in his teeth. That’s when his heart dropped. He knew that specific scent of blood well. It was Darlins. He quickly parked his truck, following the scent as quickly as he could.

He made his way into a dark alley, partially flooded by rain water. He could hear the sounds of growls and punches. Looking down the alley, he could see Tank in a fight with two vamps. That was until one of them caught Tank off guard and threw a strong punch that knocked them off their feet. The taller vamp rushed tank and began railing on them at the other struggled to hold the shifter down.

Tank could taste their blood and could feel consciousness slip from their grasp. They hadn’t even started this fight. It only occurred because these vamps smelled Sam on them. Rather than asking Tank a question, or making direct conversation, the vamps decided to make snide remarks about Tank, which eventually escalated into the scene unfolding in the alley.

Before Tank could push the taller vamp off of them, the vamp was thrown into a wall. They slowly blinked and looked up at what was unfolding and saw Sam standing above them. He seemed…bigger… in every way, he just filled the space and his present was so domineering. The vamp holding Tank down, let go of them and turned her attention to Sam. Sam caught onto this and moved so that he was sheltering them, shielding their body from the other vamp.

“Wow Wolfy, looks like your vamps the one on a leash huh? Or is it that you can fight properly unless your owner gives you permission” before she could finish Sam cut her off, his voice rumbling with a deep growl as he spoke.

“You best be on your way.” His jaw was clenched and he was bearing his fangs.

“It’s the two of us against one and a half of you, do you think I’m scared?” The taller vamp joked standing up and dusting himself off.

“You’re gonna need a lot more than that if you don’t stop.” He growled out changing his stance, getting ready to pounce. “I’m gonna break everyone of your bones for even looking at them. Imagine what I’ll do if you push me any further.”

“Haha I’d like to see you try Cowboy.” The shorter vamp said trying to egg him on as she laughed heartily.

“Fine.” In mere seconds the two vamps were on the ground, one laying on top of the other. The tall one bit at Sam’s ankle and he kicked the vamps head so hard it came off of his neck. The smaller girl lunged at him, and he quickly grabbed her arm and pinned her to the ground. The only thing holding her down was Sam’s hiking boot. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you right here right now. Now, fuck off before I change my mind.”

The shorter one scurried off mumbling something about her friend and how she would seek revenge. Sam quickly turned over to Darlin and held them in his arms.

“Darlin, God I was so worried, Where does it hurt the worst?” The blood of the previous vampire was scattered across his face but Sam couldn’t pay it any mind, all he cared about was the blood littering his mates face.

“I’m fine, I’m okay… it’s just my ribs…” they said biting their lip to hide the tears of frustration that rolled down their cheeks. “God I’m just… I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Darling no, it’s okay. You’re okay, nothin is your fault… can I?” He paused hovering his hand over their ribs. They nodded and he moved his hand over their ribs and quickly healed their wound. “Darlin, don’t you apologize because, for as long as you’ll let me, I’ll be here to protect you.”

i need sam being protective of darlin like it’s not a want it’s a primal NEED.

[dawnofiight]

Rare pair of the day:

Sam X David

Ive talked about this too often but you guys do not understand how obsessed I am with this damn ship I fear . Come on. COME. ON.

Darlin can go fuckjng date SH and Milo.. idk

Sam: Mr.. Shaw..

David: call me David..

Sam: .

Like ok and when they argue Sam's petty ass calls him Mr. Shaw and David is like NO.

Like I need them both this shit is basically unhealthy

[sunshineboy-greer-collins]

hc that Darlin’ is actually really good at cooking, just on the hunt for Quinn they didn’t really have the time to make anything decent and were also lacking the energy to stand in the kitchen for what felt like forever to them

one day when Sam comes home from a clan meeting he comes home to Darlin’ cooking this super nice meal. To say he is surprised is an understatement bc he did tell them a few times that he would teach them some dishes if they wanted to. and he also remembers all the times that David said no one in the pack apart from himself can cook for shits and how mad Milo always got, but Darlin had always remained silent, just snickering to themselves.

Sam goes to stand behind Darlin at the stove, wrapping his arms around their waist, putting his chin on their shoulder/the top of their head after planting a little kiss on their temple and murmurs a soft “with the way that’s smelling i guess you’re the one that’s gonna have to teach me instead, huh?” which made Darlin chuckled and Sam’s heart flutter

bonus points if it looks really intricate and complicated but Darlin’ said something along the lines of wanting to just make something small. Sam didn’t know if he should laugh or not bc he wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be a joke (it wasn’t) so he just let out one of those small laughs that’s more a huff than a laugh

[slightlystupidhun]

Oh My Duke

Summary: Darlin is helping William with moving some new furniture into his office as well as it’s assembly. While talking William let’s Sam’s title slip…

*This is a short one!!!*

Warning: Suggestive

“I just finished putting your new desk together. Where in the room did you want it?” Tank asked standing up and dusting off their pants.

“Let’s push it up towards the back bookshelf.” William said offering them a smile. “And thank you again for helping me. I had planned to have Vincent and Sam do it, but since their already out…” he trailed off.

“No worries! I’m always available. Besides it’s a good workout.” They shrugged as they pushed the desk backwards. It now stood about five feet from the back wall. As they reached the back they gave the tall vampire a nod. He slid them over a box of framed photos.

“Could you be a dear and out these on the desk? I’m going to begin filing these papers in the drawer.” The wolf gave him a nod as they opened the box.

They began unpacking them and setting each photo the cringed at some of the ones of Alexis. They were down to the last photo in the box. The frame was facing down. They picked it up ready to place it on the large wooden desk until something popped out at them.

It was a photo of the different members of the clan and their titles were next to them. They recalled their mate telling them that he would never let them know just what his title was. He said HE would never tell them… but if they found out on their own. They looked for his face and found it, in shiny gold embroidery…

Duke Sam Collins of the Solaire Clan.

There it was, and the smile on their face couldn’t be brighter. They were so pleased with themselves and so giddy at the discovery.

“What did you find that has you so happy Dear?” William said peaking up from the drawer he was filing. “Oh a lovely photo of everyone!”

“Especially of your handsome Duke.” They smiled as they set the photo down in place.

William chuckled brightly. “I think your Sam is due home any minute.” William said checking his watch. “Since I am almost finished with this anyways, why don’t you go meet him?”

“Are you sure?” Tank asked warily. “I don’t mind helping…”

“Yes I’m sure dear, now go see your mate.” He smiled at them and waved them off.

As they exited the large office and headed out of the building they became giddy again. They already had plans of how they would welcome him home. Maybe a red carpet, a robe… a crown…. Or maybe they would try something else.

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Sam was happy to be home. It had been a long work trip and all he wanted was his Darlin. He wanted their love, hugs, kisses… all of them. He walked up the gravel path, suitcase trailing behind him. He could sense them inside and as he got to the door, it opened and he met Darlins eyes. They smiled up at him before tackling him in a tight hug.

“Hey Darlin.” He spoke, softly kissing their neck. “I missed you like hell.”

“I missed you too Sammy. Here, come inside.” They stepped to the side to let him come in. He settled in the living room popping his back and twisting around.

“Let me put my stuff away then I’ll join you on the couch.” He said reaching for his bag. Before he could grab it their hand reached the handle pulling the suitcase closer to them.

“No no my handsome Duke… allow me.” They said Bowing and heading toward the room.

Sam paused, freezing in place. That’s right, they were helping Will in the office today… He growled out and began to chase them down the hall. They let out an excited squeal.

“What did you just call me.” He said chasing them up the stairs.

“I’m sorry fair Duke!!!” They yelled out laughing.

“That’s it!” He sped up and threw them on the bed pinning their hands down.

“Oh my! That’s no way for a Duke to behave!” They feigned shock and offense. “What’s wrong Duke Sam?” They cocked their head to the side and feigned innocence.

“That knowledge is for me to know.” He kissed their neck and then whispered into it. “ And you to never learn.” He smiled into their neck. “I have been waiting all day to get home and here you are scheming against me?”

They smiled and attempted to free their hands from his grasp but he didn’t budge. They then turned their head to the side and kissed him.

“Awww it’s okay my lovely Duke.” Their eyes had a mischievous glint in them. Then he sat up, straddling their hips.

“I’ll show you what a Duke can do Darlin.” He spoke removing his shirt and tossing it aside.

[ambrose-mp4]

Immortal x mortal ships will never not rip my heart out, throw it on the ground, and do a little dance on it. Like GOD DAMN

[piffany666]

Vincent x Lovely:

Vincent's hands rest on their back and he leans forward a little when they kiss like:

(Image found on pintrest)

Lovely's hands rome from his cheeks to his hair and always end up playing with it and messing with it

Sam x darlin:

Sams hands run through darlin's hair. Darlin pulls him in by the collar and eventually they just end up draping their arms over him like:

(Image also found on pintrest)

Porter x treasure:

Treasure's hands go eaither side of his neck and Porter's on either side of their waist

(This also applies to my Porter x Bright eyes ship btw)

Headcanons for how each redacted couple kiss:

This will include characters that havent canonically kissed yet (this will be a reblog chain just cos ill end up using the same colours to identify different characters)

David x angle:

David puts his hands on angles hips. He usually is the last to close his eyes. Angle puts their hands on his shoulders and dose the lil foot pop thing. Definitely is always the first to use tongue

Asher x babe

Asher and babe both put their hands on eachothers cheeks at the same time.

Milo x sweetheart

Sweetheart's hands rest on his tittys chest. They float a little whenever they kiss. Milo's hands tend to be on sweetheart's ass and if ever they float a littke to much he pulls them down.