#david/darlin

[dominimoonbeam]

The Truth in Your Skin - 15

the tattoo au! look, i did a fluffy flirty smutty chapter! how weird. no one cried or died.

fic from the start.

tags: smut, piercing on piercing sex, car flirting, everything is great look no problems and definitely nothing terrible and traumatizing on the horizon

The Truth in Your Skin - 15

Darlin looked out the window at the stretch of woods the road cut through. The engine of the classic car rumbled and sunlight winked through the tall trees.

“Thanks for letting me drive,” David said.

Darlin smiled and looked at him there, in their driver’s seat. They couldn’t explain why, but they liked him driving their car. They’d been proud of this car when they bought it a decade ago and it had become the only consistent home they had. They’d packed their life into this car on good moves and bad ones. They’d lived in this car when they had to and used it to escape when they needed to.

“No problem.” They’d never actually let anyone else drive it until David asked if he could. And it had been so easy to toss him the keys. They’d given him rides before and taken rides from him. It was impossible not to notice the way he didn’t budge until everyone was buckled and how tense he got when he was in the passenger seat.

They were all meeting up for one of Huxley’s out of town games but David had suggested they go the night before and make a weekend out of it. Which meant just the two of them and a hotel room. It wasn’t like they hadn’t spent the night together. Asher had practically, unofficially, moved in with Huxley the past couple weeks with how much he was over there and Darlin crashed at David’s at least half the time. They didn’t always mess around, though. Sometimes they just made out, but when they did more it was so far exclusively oral and hand stuff.

“So, what’s up with the duck?”

Darlin blinked at the rubber duck taped to their dashboard. “Who? Llewellyn?”

He looked at them and then back at the road, slowly grinning. “That is not it’s name,” he said in disbelief.

“Don’t disrespect Llewellyn. He’s my oldest friend,” Darlin countered, trying not to smirk.

David snorted. “My apologies.” He took one hand off the wheel, shifting gears and then settling his hand on Darlin’s thigh.

They touched his arm, thumbing the lines of his tattoo and looking at the big peony there, soft despite all the heavy linework around it, maybe softer because of it. It matched the ones he’d put on their side with wisps of black like watercolor to make the other work on their body–the ones they’d done. It had only recently finished healing. Sometimes they stood in the bathroom and just looked at it–at themselves–in a way they hadn’t in years. They’d avoided their own reflection after…that night. They hadn’t thought about it until they started looking again–hadn’t thought about how quick they were to get away from the mirror in the mornings. But now they were looking again and it felt like remembering themself–who they’d been before and who they were now.

Darlin tongued the scar tissue in their lip and watched David drive, loving the small flex of his fingers against their thigh, imagining him holding on without the denim between them.

Maybe a weekend alone was a really good idea.

“I like your car,” David said, like he’d been withholding the verdict until now.

Darlin grinned. “Of course, you do. If you want…we can pull over and I can show you the backseat.”

His hand flexed again and his gaze cut sideways to them, mouth quirking in that doubt filled amusement. “Yeah, right.”

“I mean, it would be a tight fit…back there…” they continued, smiling, not sure if they were trying to rile him or themself. “But I think we could do it. You might have to squeeze in…”

He laughed. “Fuck… Is this what I’m in for for the next hour?”

“You could avoid the trouble and pull over… There’s a rest stop up here somewhere, right?”

“I’m not fucking you in a rest stop.”

Darlin grinned. “I mean… I could fuck myself and you could just watch if that’s what you want…” Yeah, this was going to be the next hour of his life.

David groaned and shifted a little in his seat. “You’re a menace.”

“Just to you.”

He shook his head, still watching the road. “No. You’re going to get yourself all bothered and then you’ll be horny and grumpy for forty minutes.”

“What’s going to happen after forty minutes?”

David tried not to grin–probably tried not to take the bait. “We’ll get to the hotel and I’ll haul your ass up to the room.”

Darlin nodded thoughtfully. “And then what?”

“Knock it off.”

“I’m just asking.”

“You know what you’re doing.”

-

Milo opened the shop that morning for an early booking Sweetheart had. There were plenty of times when he was the only one there to finish up something or take a client on a day off, but it was different when David was out of town.

He took a couple walk-ins while Sweetheart worked on an arm piece, the needle buzzing under the music.

He was glad David and Darlin had decided to go early and stay an extra night just the two of them. They’d been more than friends the last couple weeks and it felt like something had just clicked into place. And whatever had been going on between Asher and Hux had smoothed out too. It felt…good. Great, even. And that made Milo anxious, because shit never just went great without the other shoe dropping.

There was no way he was going to let anything fuck things up for his friends.

He sat in Asher’s chair, reclined and staring at the ceiling while he listened to Sweets make small talk with their client in the other room. He pulled out his phone, smiling when David sent him a text to let him know they’d arrived. David was always the one telling the rest of them to text when they got home, or made it wherever they were going. It was good to see him be the one out there, needing to send updates.

Asher sent him a text to check in about their own plans to drive to the game tomorrow. He wanted to make sure they left on time. He had never been the one who cared about being on time before, but this was different. This mattered.

The buzz of the needle in the other room stopped and Milo heard the usual “that’s it” talk, the mirror and clean up. He rolled out of the chair and headed to the cashregister in the other room, hanging out there until the guy made his way out to beam about his new piece and pay. Milo was never surprised when a client loved Sweetheart’s work, but he always liked to hear about it. He walked the guy out and locked the door, flicking off the open lights.

“We’ve still got like an hour before that apartment viewing,” he called, hitting some of the lights on the way back into the studio.

Sweetheart was smiling when he leaned into the doorway of their workspace in that back room. They finished cleaning up, tossing their gloves with some paper towels into the bin. “You know, I never thought I’d end up with a boy scout,” they said.

Milo blinked, surprised by the title. “Excuse you? I’ve got more piercings below the waist than you have in your face.”

Sweetheart laughed but put their hands on their hips. “You open doors, fill the tank on my car, make sure I have water, and you hang out in the studio when I have a client I don’t know and there’s not going to be anyone else here.”

Milo’s smile slipped, surprised to realize they were right. He stood up straight from the doorway. “Huh. I guess I just… I mean, it’s not like I don’t know you can take care of yourself…”

Sweetheart nodded, stepping closer. “I know.”

He reached out, touching their hand on their hip, pulling them even closer. He didn’t really like leaving anyone alone in the studio but he definitely wouldn’t leave Sweets there. If he knew they had an appointment and no one else was going to be there, he’d make up a reason to be. “I just don’t want you to have to, you know?”

They nodded again. “I know.” They smiled like they were trying not to, arms sliding around his waist. “What next? Tell me to eat a balanced breakfast? Want me to wear underwear too?”

Milo laughed, shaking his head even before he recovered from the shock of what they said. “No. Never that.” He curled a couple fingers into the waistband of their pants, feeling soft skin and suddenly greedy for more.

Sweetheart pressed in closer, their chest against his and their head tipped back. They looked at him and he already knew what they were thinking. They were alone in the studio and they had an hour before they needed to be anywhere… “I bet you locked the door already.”

He hummed, letting them push him into backward steps.

Their hands went to his belt, tugging at it once before his back hit the wall and their fingers were flicking it loose of the buckle. “Tell me what to do, Greer,” they whispered, excitement bright in their eyes.

Milo shivered when they set the game. He curled a hand around the back of their neck and pulled them into a hard kiss. When it broke they were breathing harder. He grinned. “On your knees.”

They moaned low in their throat, fingers still hooked into his open belt when they slid down. They pressed their face against his crotch, making him gasp when they nuzzled his bulge. “Fuck….”

“I want you,” Sweetheart whined.

His dick twitched. They switched rolls sometimes, depending on mood and company, but Milo always loved taking the lead. “Take it out.”

Sweetheart unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

He took deep breaths, shoulders back to the wall. Part of the game was not coming first. Oh, he wanted this blowjob, but he had no intention of ending things there. He was considering more than one surface in his line of sight to bend them over… His thoughts stuttered out when they wrapped a hand around him, thumb flicking piercings.

When he looked down his body to see them, they were staring at him, that wicked smirk in place. They wanted him to tell them what to do. Milo reached down and took hold of their hair, watching their eyes glaze and their mouth open in a gasp. “Tongue it…” he said, guiding their head to his cock and groaning when that tongue ring clicked against the bars in his cock. After a minute he nodded. “Fuck… Swallow it, babe… I want to feel that throat around me.”

They moaned, hands in their lap and body rocking up and down on their knees as they sucked him, taking him deeper and deeper.

His hand spasmed in their hair. “Yes… fuck….fuck… You’re so good.”

He arched a little, so close to the edge, so ready to just come. It took him forever to get to that point on his own and with new people, but it felt like Sweetheart could put him on the edge with a stare and a few words if they wanted to.

“Stop,” he said, while his hand in their hair stilled their head too. He slowly drew them off his dick, twitching at the loss of their mouth when he was still so hard.

They panted, looking up at him.

“Get up. Strip down.”

Their eyes grew, dark and excited as they shakily rose. He started unbuttoning his shirt. This was going to get messy and they still had that apartment viewing to get to…

[mr-laveau]

It's a small hc of mine that David and Darlin(Darren) dated in highschool before his dad died and they were like in LOVE.

Really and truly the dynamic I see between them is that a younger David was really more emotionally connected to the pack and could see Darren was hurting after losing both of their parents so he chose to become friends with them and that eventually became more.

I love these two so much because Darren (the social outcast and rebel of the pack) with David (the soon to be alpha and current beta at the time who was a had all these expectations on him was just being seen by Darren as an individual) just seemed to fit.

It's my personal twist on the David/Darlin which still keeps in mind that Asher is in love with David, David likes Asher, Milo really likes Darlin and They all get together later

[wiistefdoesart]

shaw pack designs 🐺

[idchewonyou]

Tank definitely be slinging an arm around Angel's shoulder while looking at David with the most smug 'I'm taking your bitch' look known to man.

[geordikisser]

sharkweek. shawpack + house of solaire

synopsis you woke up on you period & bled through the sheets

characters david, asher, milo, sam, vincent, & porter

content contains gender neutral language, mentions of a uterus, slight implications of blood play

david

♥︎ it’s.. david? he’s grown, he’s very normal about the situation. he smells the blood initially and woke up based on fear but to his relief, it’s just ur period.

♥︎ before he awakes you, he prepares a shower, pain killers and some water for you

♥︎ it’s helping & reassuring you out of bed that was more of the struggle..

♥︎ very reassuring, doesn’t want this to be an embarrassing moment for you since you’re in your most vulnerable state right now & as your boyfriend, he just wants you to be ok and clean

♥︎ scrubs your back in the shower and massages your lower back with his thumbs within the warm water

♥︎ it’s to be expected he handled the bedding situation quickly as you were getting dressed from your shower

♥︎ it’s a quick cleanup as he doesn’t want you to think about it to hard. it’s to be expected he brings you breakfast in bed afterwards & showers you in love ♡

asher

♥︎ HE was the mortified one obviously. this man is to much of an airhead to think before he acts

♥︎ “BABE OH MY GOD ARE YOU OK??”

♥︎ cue to you hiding away under the bedsheets as tears prick from your eyes in embarrassment..

♥︎ asher begins to caress you gently from above the blanket & whispers sweet nothings to you, also whispering apologies for his inappropriate reaction

♥︎ he helps you up obviously & kisses your temple as you two make your way to the bathroom for you to wash up

♥︎ as you shower, asher runs the washer with all the bedding & prepares some snacks & medication for you, similarly to david. shockingly, it’s not just hair under that hat.

♥︎ he helps you get dressed & relaxes with you on the couch, watching your favorite silly movies as he also massages your hips to help you relax & fall asleep.

milo

♥︎ milo dgaf. he loves everything about you, including impromptu blood spillages from your uterus.

♥︎ immediately after he noticed it, you cloaked. took about 10 minutes for you to decloak back. the power you have to hold that for 10 minutes ON YOUR PERIOD has mr. greer gagged

♥︎ “i’m a big boy, a little blood won’t freak me out.”

♥︎ a very direct and sweet sentiment. you shortly offered him to join you to clean up & he couldn’t say no of course.

♥︎ kisses on kisses and touches on touches. milo has a hands problem obviously & when you cried about how your feet hurt from standing, he made no delay to rush out of that shower with you

♥︎ he removes the bedding and puts a new, clean one on the bed you both share. as you two lie back down, he massages the small of your back & kisses your neck. assuring if this situation finds itself to repeat he will never make you feel judged or embarrassed. he desires to foster comfortability between you two with ‘awkward’ things like this

sam

♥︎ being a vampire, he clocked the blood smell quickly. thinking you did something stupid to injure yourself but to his surprise & relief, it’s just your period

♥︎ peppering kisses on your shoulder to awake you, he’s greeted with a not so savory grumble. he soon informs you on the incident under the covers

♥︎ you turn pale, paler than him.

♥︎ “darlin’ it’s okay. it’s not like i’m squeamish, i’m a vampire.” he says in a low growl

♥︎ as much as you loved the kisses being peppered upon you, you wanted to settle this and clean up. his eyes scream hunger & his face heats up before he offers a quick solution to this.

♥︎ he tugs at the brim of your underwear as his eyes meet yours, dimly lit. his breath is heavy & hitching with every heave of his chest.

♥︎ “i—.. i can handle this. only if you’d let me.” he mutters shyly, swallowing sharply.

♥︎ you can assume what happens after. this isn’t a common occurrence so don’t expect to be hunching everytime your end of the sentence stirs up, he isn’t a newblood (^_^)

vincent

♥︎ do vampires still experience periods? i mean im assuming not & so did you until your vampire lover awakes you, mortified

♥︎ i think he was under the same impression you were..

♥︎ “l—lovely? are you ok? are you hurt?” he isn’t stupid, he obviously can make the guess it’s your period but how are you on your period

♥︎ after a quick chat with a vampire special gynecologist, you learn that your uterine lining can still shed. unfortunately you still can experience your period but thankfully it’s more lighter than it would be as a vampire than a human.

♥︎ after that panic, vincent helps you clean up. he never had to experience something like this so.. his reaction was rather similar to sams. he felt a tad excited about the whole thing

♥︎ until you expressed the discomfort you were in & the desperate want to rest after everything so he made quick work of cleaning everything for you of course.

♥︎ as you showered, vincent did thorough research for what aids period cramps. shortly after, he prepared a heating pad, chocolate, pain killers & water

porter

♥︎ being a vampire, the blood smell stabbed him right in the nose. it was obnoxiously strong & impossible to sleep off so he awoke.

♥︎ “holy hells.”

♥︎ he gulps & sits up, looking around awkwardly. does.. does he wake you up? he doesn’t know. he lies back down. that doesn’t feel right, he sits back up

♥︎ porter within his time hasn’t had the displeasure of dealing with a period & if he had, it’s been years.

♥︎ you still being asleep, he uses your phone to google what to do as vincent did. soon after, he awakes you gently. his voice soft and gentle as he did.

♥︎ “treasure. there’s a bit of a bloody mess below us.. now, before you overr-“ POW. right in his nose goes your head as you sit up horrified.

♥︎ spewing out apologies, you feel your heart race intensely. porter instantly shushes you & caresses your cheek, a sincere look in his eyes.

♥︎ he gently reassures you that it is ok and he does not mind & if anything it’s just a learning experience for him to soothe your worries. despite his discomfort of the smell of the blood killing his nostrils, he wanted to ensure your own comfort beforehand.

[daawwn]

do you guys think that the shaw pack + mates have a big shifter sleepover

angel is getting their face almost licked CLEAN off by david before darlin comes up and (playfully) bites david in the back (a fight ensues)

sam is busy in the kitchen, getting snacks (for the others), and comes back to chaos in the living room

sweetheart n baabe just talking while milo's head is on sh's lap looking up at them (sh gives the BEST head massages prove me wrong (or just massages in general)

asher (even tho he was just snuggled up w baabe) saw the fight and joined as soon as it started

david is now being jumped

[ellyswsw]

angel always taking pictures of the Shaw Pack in their wolf form and it just looks like they're getting killed:

[jasmine-loves-writing]

I'm so glad we all agree that Darlin flirts with Angel to piss David off

[aggro-my-beloved]

so um let me introduce all new redacted fans to the shaw pack

[dominimoonbeam]

DOMINI!! HOW ARE YOU!!

may i ask for

oh, don't be cute.

wait, did you just say that i'm cute?

putting on lip gloss/balm before the kiss, having fun sharing different flavors

with david and darlin pleaseee?? thank youuu ♥️♥️♥️♥️

ZOZO!!!! Okay, this was great and soo much fun! Thank you!! I hope you like how it turned out. <3 <3 <3 You're amazing, thank you so much for the ask!!

David/Darlin

tags: first kiss, prompt fic, a little tipsy, idiots in love

Coconut.

The warehouse was trashed from the pack party but David couldn’t quite muster the energy to care. It was almost four in the morning. He should start sending them home… really he should have done that an hour ago. Several of the pack were already passed out on the couches or the floor. He knew they kept some bedding at the warehouse but he hadn’t realized it was quite this much. They’d basically built a nest.

Fuck it. They could sleep here. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about them all getting home safely. He closed his eyes, arms folded across his chest and body settling into the couch. He could make breakfast in the morning. That would be nice.

The couch bounced when someone plopped down next to him.

He didn’t have to open his eyes to know who it was. He could feel their aura against his. Loyal, sharp, quick to anger, quick to run, brave, but so damn scared. His nose wrinkled, eyes still closed. “Why do you smell like coconut?”

He felt them shrug, their arm against his.

David opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Darlin. Their eyes were half-lidded. They’d been riding their buzz for the last hour or two. His gaze flicked to their mouth and the gloss on their lips.

“This was all Milo had,” they explained with another shrug.

David nodded, watching their lips move as they spoke. He was riding a buzz too. Their mouth was lush. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? He’d been crushing on this idiot for years but never really noticed those lips... They’d been flirting for months now. Asher didn’t think Darlin really thought they were flirting though. He was probably right.

David uncurled his arms and held out a hand, palm up, doing gimmie fingers.

Darlin grinned. “You want some?”

“Hn.” He wanted it.

Something mischievous lit their eyes and they tipped their chin up, offering their lips, eyes always on him, daring him to get some.

David smiled despite all efforts not to. “Oh, don’t be cute.” Don’t tempt me, he thought.

Darlin laughed and looked away, sinking back against the cushions next to him, shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. “Wait. Did you just say that I’m cute?” They turned their head to look at him again, surprise hitting late.

David was looking back, their faces close. He saw the moment Darlin realized it and heard their pulse jump. Their gaze flicked down to his mouth. They didn’t pull away, but forced a sideways smile that made him think they were about to say something self-deprecating to cut the tension…

“No one would call me cute, Davey.”

Yep. He didn’t look away. “I did. Want me to call you more names?” he asked, deadpan and patient.

Their eyes widened a fraction and he could practically hear the battle in their mind, wanting to egg him on, wanting to know what he would say, but not wanting to risk it either. They nodded once. The whole warehouse was a hive of activity but it all faded.

“You bite hard, you’re brave, and your mouth is really pretty.”

Darlin’s eyes were as wide as he’d ever seen them and their smile was an explosion. “Fuck you, you did not just say my mouth was pretty!”

David ignored all of his own nerves and the heat climbing his face. He wasn’t going to look away from this. “I said really pretty.”

“You’re messing with me, Shaw.”

He finally smiled, because how could he not when they served it up like that? “I’ll mess with you if you want, any time… if you’re willing to share your chapstick.”

Darlin stared, practically gawked, seeming to realize again just how close they were sitting. “You’re drunk,” they said in way of explanation.

David just watched them, waiting. He was tipsy, sure, but he wasn’t drunk and they knew it. Their eyes flicked to his lips again. He wanted so much to close that distance but he couldn’t. He needed them to make that move.

His heart beat faster when the leaned in, his hands curling into fists against his own arms to keep from grabbing at them right away. They kissed him so softly, lips sticky with that coconut chapstick. For a split second after, he felt the flutter of uncertainty in them, not regret for kissing but fear that it was a joke at their expense and they’d fallen for it—that he didn’t feel the same—that he was just messing with them. It all vibrated there across those indescribable threads that connected them.

David reached across and curled a hand behind their neck, pulling them in again and this time kissing them deep enough to taste the pina colada on their tongue. The kiss was long and slow and when it broke he smiled. “So… You like coconut, huh?”

Darlin grinned back. “Don’t you?”

He nodded. He did now.

[mr-laveau]

haha you thought I was gonna ask about the Alexis WIP but no I refuse to be predictable tell me about this David/Darlin WIP please and thank you

-Lexi Sun ☀️

Ah yes, Kiss with a Fist, one of my favorites, thanks for the ask Lexi! Hope you're doing fine over there!

Kiss with a Fist is my David/Darlin WIP that focuses on Darren Lancer/Darlin as he reconnects with David...and by reconnect, I mean reconnect his fist to David's face (not really, he's fine). After David gets a hot tip from Vincent that someone from his pack was seen in an underground club with some shady folks, he's a little surprised to find Darlin there moshing. Really and truly it's my excuse to write David and Darren dancing together and because I like the idea of them both in a mosh pit together as well as the the chaos that could ensue when David thinks Darlin is just brawling with a bunch of people in a concert before they get him to join. It's a good time and they kiss which I find the most fun about this.

And that's Kiss with a Fist for thr WIP Title Game

[itsrubesshawty]

Spit it out.

This is set before “Your Pack Alpha and Vampire mate meet about you”

Tw: overdose

The text had come in hours ago.

Just a single word.

“Sorry.”

Sam had stared at it for longer than he wanted to admit, thumb hovering above his screen, jaw clenched. Something about it was wrong. Not just the word—everything. The silence after. The emptiness it carried.

He hadn’t been able to sit still after that.

Now he stood outside Darlin’s apartment, heart in his throat. The scent hit him first—through the wood, through the lock—faint but wrong. Wrong in the way that made his cold blood lurch inside him.

Fear.

He knocked once. No answer.

“Darlin’?” he called, loud enough to echo down the hallway.

Still nothing.

He didn’t wait after that. He shoved the door open.

It wasn’t just the smell. It was the stillness. Everything inside felt frozen—like time had stopped, like the world had paused in the middle of a scream.

“Darlin’!”

He found them in the bathroom.

On the floor. Slumped against the side of the tub. A puddle of sick soaking into their shirt. A half-empty bottle of cheap liquor on the counter. Pill bottles scattered across the tile like bones.

Sam’s heart stopped. Then roared to life.

He was on the floor beside them in seconds, hands shaking as he cradled the back of their head. “Hey—hey, hey, breathe, come on, you’re okay, stay with me—”

Darlin’ coughed, a wet, broken sound, and more bile splattered down their front. Their whole body trembled, weak and limp in his arms.

“No—n-no, Sam—” Their voice cracked, hoarse and slurred. “Don’t… don’t tell David—please—please don’t tell him—”

“Shhh. Shhh, don’t do that,” Sam whispered, holding the back of their neck, fingers glowing with barely restrained healing magic. “Don’t waste breath beggin’ me, you’re okay—you’re okay—I’ve got you—”

“I didn’t mean to,” Darlin choked out. “I just… I wanted it to stop. Just for a minute.”

Sam’s heart shattered in slow motion.

The magic pulsed from his palms into their spine—gentle, like warm water washing over frayed nerves. Not enough to burn through the pain, but enough to steady them. Enough to keep their heart from giving out.

They gagged again, and he held them upright while their body purged what it could. When it passed, they collapsed into his chest, breath shallow and uneven.

“Don’t tell him,” they whispered again, barely audible. “He’ll hate me. He’ll think I’m weak.”

Sam gritted his teeth, rage burning behind his ribs—not at them, never at them—but at the world, at the people who made Darlin’ believe that pain made them lesser. That survival was something shameful.

“I’m not gonna tell him,” he said, softer now. “Not unless you want me to. This isn’t about David. This is about you.”

They whimpered—just a small, wounded sound—and Sam pulled them closer, sitting back against the wall and letting them curl into him.

“I’m sorry,” they said again, voice breaking.

“Stop apologizin’. You’re not a crime scene. You’re not broken.” His fingers threaded through their hair, brushing back sweat and tears. “You’re just tired. And fuck, I get it. But don’t scare me like that again, Darlin’. Please.”

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

That broke something inside him.

He let out a breath like a punch to the chest, leaned down, pressed his forehead to theirs. “You texted me one word and I ran here like the goddamn building was on fire. You think I wouldn’t come?”

“I don’t know,” they whispered. “Sometimes I think people only stay when I’m doing okay. When I’m easy to love.”

Sam exhaled slowly, struggling to keep his voice level. “You’re not easy to love right now. You’re hard to love, Darlin’. But I’m still here. Not ‘cause you’re perfect, not ‘cause you’re calm or quiet or fixed. I’m here because you’re you.”

Silence fell between them. Thick. Heavy. Honest.

Darlin’ shifted, fingers curled into the front of his shirt like they were still falling. “My head hurts,” they muttered, eyes half-lidded.

“Yeah. That’ll happen when you take a bunch of shit that was never meant to be in your system.” He let his hand hover over their stomach, breath steadying. “I’m gonna heal you. More this time. It’s gonna feel like you’re burning from the inside for a second, but it’ll flush the rest out. You with me?”

A slow nod.

Then the glow intensified.

Darlin’ tensed in his arms, gasped. A rush of warmth and pressure tore through them like wildfire, and they cried out, gripping him tighter. He whispered through it, grounding them, anchoring them. His voice was low, steady, even when his own eyes stung.

It passed. Eventually.

Their body went limp again—lighter now, less sick. Just… empty.

“Sam…” Their voice was thinner now. Fragile. “If I hadn’t texted you…”

“Don’t,” he cut in, eyes sharp. “Don’t say it. You did text me. And I came. That’s what matters.”

Darlin’ blinked, tears welling again. “You shouldn’t have to deal with me like this.”

Sam stared at them, unblinking. “Deal with you?”

“Like this. Messed up. Scared. Crying on the bathroom floor.”

He huffed a humorless laugh. “Darlin’, I’d take a hundred nights like this over a single day where I don’t know if you’re okay.”

They buried their face in his chest again.

And this time, he didn’t say anything. He just held them, until their breathing evened out, until their hands stopped shaking, until the apartment smelled more like healing than blood and shame.

Until they believed—for even just a moment—that they were allowed to fall apart without being left behind.

[cryateiil]

goin for a run ✨

a fun little pack run just because 🙂‍↕️

who's who just for context! kjsahdf:

far left = Darlin'

back left = Asher

back right = David

far right = Milo

[ashthefrogmonarch]

More Shaw pack listener designs coming soon :))

Nationality HC!!

David: 🇯🇵

Darlin: 🇬🇷🇵🇭

Milo: 🇲🇽

Asher:🇵🇷🇺🇸

p.s.I hope my Milo doesn't look like a sexist

[geordikisser]

REDACTED VS TWITTER shawpack & sam :3

a/n the return of my infamous twt au since writers block makes me want to kms :dies:

icon credits⠀⠀| angel & darlin’ + babe & sweetheart

[escapisttt]

why yall paint darlin as some perfect vigilante hero who can do no wrong. it annoys the fuck out of me when yall are like “david was way too harsh with them about quinn and making them air out all their dirty laundry in front of the pack was cruel.” first of all no it wasn’t yall have just apparently never gotten in trouble before lmfao and second of all…. so what? they can suck it the fuck up because as david correctly said, quinn was posing a threat to the pack which included UNEMPOWERED MATES, the elderly members, children, and yk just those who wouldn’t be prepared for a fucking vampire to jump and kill them out of nowhere. darlin was 100% in the wrong about keeping that shit a secret and david was rightfully upset with them, he wasn’t even being mean about it he was just being upfront. that doesn’t make darlin a bad person, just one with tunnel vision and short-sightedness and david had to rein them in. accept the fact that they did something objectively stupid, got rightfully called out for it, and move on. “they must’ve been so humiliated” okay and good. yall value someone’s feelings over peoples lives?? grow up LMFAO im not even a darlin hater it just annoys me when people try to defend what they did like it wasn’t actively putting everyone in danger because awwww their wittle feelings got hurt🥺🥺