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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.”

The Kings Precious

Fairly short, I have plans for more if this does well.

This is a Royal Vampiric au of redacted audio

for this small snippet all you need to know is that Quinn is the new king and has forced 'Darlin' to marry him ( engaged now) and though I didn't mention it in the story, darlin and Sam are a secret couple from before Quinn. Sam is still a servant of the castle and witnesses this whole interaction

TW: Very controlling, Seriously darlin in this is his servant and will not disobey him. please don't read if you don't feel comfortable. Non-consensual touching ( not near private parts but it is still unwelcome and uncomfortable) Quinn lies about what him and Darlin do behind closed doors. I want to be clear that he does not do anything sexual without Darlin's consent. He says these things to his servants because he feels it gives him more power.

Please consider these things before reading this, this part is literally all about Quinn showing off the control he has over his 'fiance' (servant)

For future reference, if I continue this it will mostly be sam and Darlin and you will NOT need to read this part.

“Isn't it just precious?”

He waited for his fiance's answer

It didn't take long for his patience to run thin.

He hates being ignored.

So he grabs their chin and forces them to look at him

“Precious?”

A sliver of fear shines through their eyes.

He loves it

His hand softly travels to their neck as he asks

“I was talking about the ring, it's perfect.”

They don't react the way he wants

 So  he squeezes their neck

“Do you disagree?”

He glares into their eyes

They should now by now to obey

His eyes are the last warning hell give

The fear in their eyes increases

It's so delicious that he can't stop his lips from curving into a grin

His grin widens when their voice stumbles out 

“ of course not”

He gives a small squeeze to their neck again, to remind them what they have forgotten

“ My king”

He worked on that for a long time and still is. He just needs them to look him in the eyes when they say it.

He lets it go for now as he works his hand down their neck, purposely exposing more of their collarbone. Leaning in to kiss them, breathing in their full scent before pulling away.

“ You always smell so divine, if only we were alone my precious”

He says, very loudly, a form of lying his claim.

His hand releases their garment, it doesn't quite return to its original position, but that was what he wanted.

He continues to lightly graze his fingers down their arm, feeling the goosebumps he is causing them.

When he reaches their hand he raises it to his lips kissing the back of their hand.

He holds intense eye contact with his subject.

“ Shall we show off how well your King treats you?”

He whispers and chuckles at the sudden reaction they have, their terrified

He wastes no time standing from his throne and lifting their hand. Forcing them to be pulled from their spot.

“Everyone stop and take a moment to gasp and gawk at this beautiful priceless ring I have graciously given my precious. The ring is worth more than any of your lives. Many have died to retrieve this very ring. It matches them perfectly.”

He didn't have to threaten anyone directly. Everything he did and said was taken as a threat.

He stood and basked as his servants obeyed him. 

Once he had enough he said his adeus

“ Go back to work, we shall be in my room.”

He leaned into them and pretended to whisper, though he knew and wanted everyone to hear him

“I just can't resist you anymore.”

With that, he rushed away, practically dragging his precious with him.

Lets Get Food Chapter 2

A brothers best friend fic with Asher x darlin fic and angst

2385 words

id still say this is Pg 13 because it has heavy adult topics but i would not consider it descriptive. I try to be clear with my trigger warning so if you think I should raise my rating or add to the trigger warnings let me know

Tw for this chapter: Extreme exhaustion caused by blood loss, vampire feeding, mentions of rough sex, mentions of sleeping around, scars caused by rough sex, mentions of choking, mention of claustrophobia, mentions of non-consensual choking

i highly appreciate criticism on my writing ,spelling, grammar and story telling. Positive and constructive , so let me know what you think and i hope y'all enjoy : )

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The address attached was familiar.

Asher didn't know why at first, and he was hoping it wasn't someone he knew.

The whole drive, he pondered why he knew this address.

Even after parking and looking out at the place, nothing came to mind.

Until he messaged Darlin, he had arrived.

This is the same place he picked them up last time.

Which had never happened.

There were some places, or people, that they visited more than once, but never in a row.

This one was different.

Asher's mood took a fast dive.

But he didn't have time to think about it as Darlin was pulling on the locked door.

Taking a deep breath and putting on a smile as he unlocked the door

“Took you long enough.”

Darlin's tone made it seem like they had plenty of energy.

But Asher knew to look for other signs.

The shaky hands

Paler skin

The way their face looked like it had no muscles

The heavy breathing

The blinks that were closer to short naps

And of course the marked neck

Normally, Darlin hides a few symptoms at a time.

Today they had all of them.

Once the car door was closed and Darlin was safe in Asher's care, they let the exhaustion take over.

As sometimes needed, Ash leaned over to buckle Darlin in.

The smell of another empowered was strong.

It was abnormal.

Even with the activity and proximity of Darlin and their midnight friends. The scent was never this strong.

Whoever lived in that house wanted Darlin to smell like them.

And Asher had a feeling Darlin wasn't aware of it.

When he finished buckling Darlin in, he pulled up to see the marks on their necks.

It wasn't strange to see the marks; it was actually more weird if they didn't have marks.

But this person

They didn't leave anything to the imagination.

Asher knew Darlin liked it on the rough side.

Just from what he'd seen on their skin and the stories they shared

But this was still something different.

Extreme

There were more bites than needed.

If he didn't know better, he'd assume there was more than one vampire.

then The hickeys

It was hard to tell what was a hickey and what was a bruise.

That was what concerned Asher the most.

The finger bruises that indicated they'd been choked

Darlin was claustrophobic

Darlin doesn't like being trapped.

So it would make sense that Darlin doesn't like being choked.

“Would you stop staring?”

Their eyes weren't even open, but they could feel the intense eyes of Asher.

“Sorry”

He should have left it at that, but he couldn't.

“It's just that you have bruises from being choked.”

Keeping still and with their eyes closed, they replied

“Yeah, that happens when you get choked.”

They were clearly annoyed, but it wasn't enough warning for Asher.

“I know I just sort of thought.”

Then they snapped, at least with their voice, the rest of their body still resting.

“Ash, leave it be. Just drive.”

He whispers a sorry as he starts to drive aimlessly.

Typically that was the plan—drive around till Darlin chose the food that spoke to them.

Asher drove around longer than normal. Darlin kept dozing off, but Asher felt like sleeping after that much blood loss, so he kept shaking them awake.

Eventually, Darlin was able to stay up without Asher's help.

A few minutes later, Darlin said Taco Bell was the place to go today.

When Asher parked, Darlin was still pretty woozy.

“Where’s my sweater?”

Darlin kept an extra sweater in Ash's car, a hooded one to help hide their neck.

They moved their hands around searching with as much strength as they had.

“I've got it, Darlin.”

Then they giggled as Asher reached in the back for the sweater.

He almost didn't believe his ears.

He hadn't heard that laugh in years.

“What's so funny?”

They giggled more.

“That name, it makes me all silly.”

Ash was quite close to their ear when he said it again.

“Darlin”

Darlin closed their eyes, enjoying the sound and the way they could hear that grin.

When they opened their eyes again, Ash was no longer in the car.

He was opening the passenger door, unbuckling them.

They look at him.

Asher felt like a knight in shining armor with the way Darlin's eyes sparkled. At him

He helped Darlin out of the car.

When they got their own standing, Ash unfolded their sweater.

“Can I?”

Ash asked as he presented the sweater.

Darlin nodded and lifted their arms.

Asher pulled the sweater over them, covering the scent the vampire left.

Darlin smelled like them again.

They went into the lobby and ordered their food.

Asher ordered it all, making sure to order 3 times the amount Darlin would typically eat.

He always ordered twice, but he felt today they'd need more.

Darlin stayed silent for the whole thing; they just kept their heads down and ate.

It was around 3 when they finished eating.

Darlin was still clearly worn out.

“I'm going to be honest with you. There's no way we walk in, and David doesn't know something up.”

Darlin's face agreed.

“Maybe, I mean you could stay at my place for the night. Will can tell David we're going to the club. And then later we'll text him that we're too messed up to get to his place, a perfect excuse for us to sleep at my place. Oh, and I've got that whole room for you since Milo moved out.”

Asher was a little excited.

Darlin thought it was cute and mustered up a smile and nod.

And they were off to Ashers.

When they got there, Asher found some clothes for Darlin.

Once changed, Darlin took a nap, which helped them regain a lot of their energy.

While Darlin napped Asher to tidy the place up. His mom always taught him to have a place nice for guests, and he thought Darlin deserved that.

He also found some fuzzy blankets and nice pillows for Darlin, who fell asleep before he could get them anything.

When they woke up, they strolled out to the couch, grabbed one of the fuzzy blankets, and turned the TV on. They wanted to do something with practically no effort.

When Asher finished the dishes, he joined them.

If you could call it that, as he was seated 5 feet away.

They picked a movie and started watching

Asher even made popcorn for Darlin.

He wasn't a fan.

He has no idea why he even had popcorn in his apartment.

As they were watching TV, Asher's eyes gravitated to Darlin's face.

It's amazing what random colors can do.

The way the movie lights cast on their skin.

It was mesmerizing.

At some point, his eyes drifted down to their neck.

He now realized that the shirt he gave them had a wide collar, leaving Darlin's neck very exposed.

And even in the strange light, the marks and brushes on their skin burned in Asher's eyes.

Just as his eyes burned them

They could feel his eyes on them; it wasn't an unfamiliar feeling; people used their eyes to judge them all the time.

It was unfamiliar to know those eyes belonged to Asher.

Asher was the one person they felt would never judge them.

With all that they've told him, he never made them feel wrong.

The most he'd do was cation them without judgment, which was a popular combo.

So feeling those eyes bare into their skin hurt more than ever.

And they weren't known for running away from pain.

“I can feel you staring at my neck.”

Asher choked at nothing, and as much as he knew he should look away, he couldn't.

“I'm—it's just the choke marks.”

Ash explained

“I thought we talked about this.”

Darlin said, but they weren't upset, so safely Asher continued.

“Well, I guess you just never mentioned you liked that stuff.”

Darlin stared at Asher.

He was the one feeling judged now.

making him talk more

“Well, you've been claustrophobic for as long as I've known you; choking seems like it'd be triggering. And like I said, I just didn't know you were into it.”

Not upset but also done with the conversation, Darlin throws a popcorn kernel at him.

“Well, you wouldn't know, because we've never slept together.”

A smirk was on their lips; their eyebrows were up.

Everything said, 'Let's change that.'

Except for their eyes

Hollow

If they let him look longer, he might find fear.

Fear that he realizes he was right

They didn't like being choked.

But it didn't matter; it already happened.

Asher looked into their eyes, Darlin turned away.

They sat and finished the movie.

Asher watched Darlin breathe throughout the rest of it.

Their breathing was only explained as being on the brink of panic.

But he didn't know what to do.

So when they got up to head to bed, he did nothing.

In the morning, Asher got up before Darlin.

Maybe he'd try making them breakfast.

Bad

Very bad idea.

Smoke was the smell that woke Darlin.

It wasn't enough to worry about a fire, but enough to check what was going on.

Emerging from the room, they stood in the open living room staring at a panicked Asher, trying, rushing a pan of, well, Darlin couldn't tell, but he took it to the sink, turning the Faust on before Darlin could stop him.

“What the fuck, Asher?”

He hadn't realized they had seen that.

He looked and smiled at them.

That damn smile

Everyone always said his smile was his best feature.

They weren't wrong.

Darlin walked into the kitchen, grabbed a towel, and turned the water off.

They opened a window and started fanning the pan.

“Go open more windows.”

They instructed Asher, laughing to themselves. Everyone knows Asher can't cook, so why did he even try?

When Asher returned, Darlin scolded him.

“Unless it's an active fire and not a grease fire. You don't need to put it under water, because now your place is full of even more smoke.”

He listened intently, probably because it was Darlin, which he preferred. Being scolded by Darlin over David any day

“Got it. But what's a grease fire?”

Darlin closed their eyes, needing Second to deal with him.

It was even harder because he was so honest and so cute.

Like a golden retriever

They wondered if maybe his relatives were dog-shifter golden retrievers.

After cleaning up and giving Asher a detailed guide on dealing with various fires, the two head out, first for food, then back to David's. Darlin lived there; it was David's place; Darlin didn't pay anything, and David was pretty cool for that.

They parked in the driveway, and Asher moved to get out, but Darlin grabbed his hand.

“These marks are still way too visible.”

They looked at the passenger mirror.

“Even with the hoodie.”

Worry was written all over their faces.

They couldn't find a solution and were actively getting worse.

Asher put his hand on their shoulder before flipping up the mirror.

“I've got it. I'll distract David; you'll rush to your room and apply some makeup; he'll never know.”

And once again, he smiled

There must be a calming agent in his smile because, with that simple plan, Darlin was calm and ready to face David.

Darlin put their hoodie up while Asher held the fast food bag; David couldn't stand it, and that was the distraction.

The two entered, and David was right at the door, probably about to go out.

Asher walked straight to him, holding the bag out to him.

David tried to talk to Darlin, but they were able to get past him as Asher lightly shoved the bag into David's chest.

“Hey buddy, I got you some breakfast.”

Instantly, David was distracted.

“This is not breakfast, Asher. Not to mention the fact that it's 11 am.”

Asher put on a puzzled face.

“so??”

David took a breath and sighed before answering.

“Breathing is a meal you have in the morning.”

“But it's 11 am before 12, making it the morning.”

David couldn't argue that even though 6 am was his breakfast time.

Asher was still holding the bag.

“Come on, David, I bought you food; the nice thing for you to do is at least put it in the fridge.”

David's stoic face stared at Asher's before he took the bag and walked to the kitchen.

As David did so, Asher's phone buzzed, a message from Darlin that his help was no longer needed.

David came out of the kitchen.

“Ash, I'm headed to the gym if you want to join me.”

“I don't have any plans for the day, so yeah, let's go.”

Then they stood there, both wondering why the other hadn't moved. David figured it out.

“Ash, your car is blocking mine.”

“Oh yeah, don't worry, I'll move it.”

Ash left to move his car as Darlin came back out.

Head toward the kitchen.

David called out to them

“Tank, would you grab me water from the fridge?”

Tank moved to do as he asked.

Opening the fridge, grabbing a bottle, and tossing it to him

“You got it, man. But David, why is there a bag of trash in the fridge?”

David came closer.

“What bag of trash?”

“This one”

They lifted the fast food bag out, the one David just put in there.

“What do you mean, 'a bag of trash?’ Are you making a joke about how bad fast food is?”

Darlin laughs as they open the bag.

“No, David, it's a literal bag of trash.”

Just as David saw the truth in the bag, Asher re-entered the house.

Though David didn't know yet

“Why would Asher tell me it was food?”

Darlin made a few goofy faces for Asher.

“I don't know David. You know, Asher is a weird guy.”

A gasp is what drew David's attention to Asher.

“I am not weird.”

David was already over this and decided he no longer needed an answer.

“Tank, please think that away, Ash, let's go. For the record, Ash, you're the weirdest guy I know.”

Asher defended himself as the two left the house.