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slightlystupidhun · 4 months

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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?”

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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.

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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.

#redacted tank #tanker #redacted audio sam #redacted sam x darlin #redacted sam collins #redacted sam #redacted asmr sam #sam x darlin #redacted david shaw #redacted asmr david #david shaw #redacted davey/angel #david x angel #redacted asmr asher #redactedasmr #redacted fluff

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slightlystupidhun · 5 months

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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.

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted david #milo redacted #redacted asmr asher #redacted asher #redacted sweetheart #redacted asmr david #redacted tank #redacted sam x darlin #redacted sam collins #redacted sam #redactedasmr #redacted fic #redacted fanfic

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slightlystupidhun · 5 months

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Niente

Part 1, Part 2

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!

CW: Grooming, use of drugs,drug abuse, Kody, Blake, Quinn

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

Tanks Eyes lit up as they saw the message from Quinn. They were so enthralled to be in contact with him. They quickly thumbed open the message and silently read it to themself.

QUINN: Hey Precious, you didn't stick around the other night? Was it that you wanted to stand me up, or your brootish brother was hiding you away?

Tank smiled to themself and bit their lip. They slightly laughed at Quinns descriptor of David

TANK: We had to leave pretty quickly unfortunately… T-T

QUINN: Well, I have another gig tonight if you wanted to show… But if you don't, I'll just assume you hate me ;)

TANK: I don’t have band practice tonight so I could… but I don’t have a ride and I’d have to sneak out… seems like too much trouble…

QUINN: What are you afraid of a little trouble?

TANK: No…

QUINN: I’ll come pick you up… Text me your address and I’ll be there by 7:30 precious.

Tank smiled to themself as they sent him their address. This was their chance to get close to him, to get to know the singer they had been such a fan of since they were fifteen. They quickly got dressed and ready to go, taking a little more care than usual into what they looked like. Opening their window they scanned their room once more before crawling out. Lights beamed directly at them, flickering on and off twice, just as they told Quinn to do. They walked over to the all black Rolls Royce and quickly got in.

“Hello Precious.” Quinn smiled at them. “Have a fun time crawling through your window?”

“Oh, it was thrilling.” They spoke sarcastically as they fastened their seatbelt. Quinn drove off shortly after that.

“So, how long have you been playing?” Quinn asked as he peeked over at them through the corner of his eyes.

“I’ve only been playing electric guitar for about a year and a half… but I’ve been playing acoustic for about six years…” They spoke using their hands to add emphasis to their words.

“Ahh so you’re pretty fresh to the scene then? Want some advice?” Quinn smiles over at them.

They look at him for a moment, their eyes turning bright, THE Quinn Fox was offering them advice. “Sure.” they nodded trying to play it cool.

“If a devilishly handsome musician from a pretty famous band asks you to go somewhere, you say no. Unless of course that man is me.” He smiled at them cheekily. “Some men out there want the wrong things and use their fans. Not me though. I see your true talent…. You are truly remarkable, Tank.”

They felt their face flush as they nodded at his words. Their bright orbs staring into his oddly dark ones. “Okay…”

The concert went on as usual and Quinn performed with such charisma that anyone would fall for him. “Temptation eyes, Looking through my, my, my soul.” Quinn sung out and glanced over at Tank smirking at them, as if he was singing to them. After the show they waited backstage in his dressing room for him.

They looked around at the posters and costumes set up in the room. They heard the familiar turning of the door knob and sat up properly, waiting for the band to enter. Once they did, Quinn took the liberty of introducing everyone.

“Alright everyone this is Tanker from that group that opened for us a few days ago, DxW… And Tank This is Kody, our Drummer.” He said pointing over to Kody, a man with Tan skin and dark blue hair, his eyes were an icy blue and he looked at Tank with an off putting smile. “This is Blake, our Electric Guitarist.” He pointed at a rather plain looking man, he had brown hair and a piercing on his lip, however, his dark brown eyes sent a shiver down Tank's spine, their instincts telling them to run. “And this ray of sunshine is our bass guitarist Vega.” He looked over his shoulder at the man with magenta locks and hazel eyes. The man was sat up in the corner taking a long drag of his cigarette, already separating himself from the group. He didn't seem as scary as the others.

“Ever had a cig?” Quinn asked Tank as he sat down next to them on the couch and put his arm around them.

“No… I don’t smoke really…” Uncertainty rang out in their tone as Quinn handed them the lit cigarette.

“Well we can't have that now can we? How about you give it a go?” He nudged them on the shoulder as they took the cigarette. “It's easy…just suck and blow.” He spoke in a flirty tone as he leaned closer to them, “You can do that can’t you?” His lips ghosted across their ear, sending chills down their spine.

They nodded, taking the cigarette into their mouth, they inhaled the smoke and fell into a coughing fit, their cheeks turning red. The group around them laughed and their faces heated up with embarrassment. They quickly handed the cigar back to Quinn.

“Aww can’t handle a little puff pup.” Kody spoke in a gross intoxicating voice.

“Don’t you fucking call me that.” Tank spoke firmly, their tone low.

“Ooh a feisty little rat you brought along Quinn.” Kody huffed out a laugh. “I bet they’d be fun to play with.” Kody moved over to and reached a hand out for them before it was whacked away.

“Have some fucking tact, asshat.” A smooth voice spoke. Tank looked up to meet Vega, his cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he glared at Kody. “This kid is like half your age, don’t play with them like that…”

“Ever the protector of justice is our Vega,” Quinn spoke patronizingly, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Relax Vega, their nineteen. They’re an adult, old enough to make their own choices.”

“Barely…” Vega mumbles under his breath.

After Quinn dropped them back home Tank tried to sneak through their window as quickly and as quietly as possible.They slid up the window and swung their leg over the ledge, pulling themself through. They made it in, safely, and presumably unsuspected. They quickly turned around and shut the window, making sure to latch it shut. That's when their bedroom light flicked on. They didn't dare turn around to face who caught them.

“Have fun Kiddo?” Gabes voice echoed through their room. His tone indicated that he was not genuinely asking and he was actually quite upset.

“Gabe, Uhm Hi…?” Tank asked, sweating bullets. They finally turned around to face him to see him leaning in their doorway.

“Hi.” He spoke out as he moved two steps into their room, shutting the door behind him.

“What's up?” Tank said folding their arms and biting their lip, a dead giveaway that they were nervous.

“What's up is that when I knocked on my child's door at eight, they didn't answer, so I walked in the room to make sure they were okay, and they weren't there. Crazy Right?” He folded his arms, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “So naturally I go to David to ask if he knew of any plans they had, and guess what? He Didn't. But he did let me know that they were possibly out with a famous rockstar almost double their age. So I waited in their room until.” He paused to check his watch. “Around 4:33am when they tried sneaking back into their bedroom. That's what's up, Tanker.”

“I’m Sorry, I should've told you, I just didn't want you to freak out, or say no.” They said sitting on their bed.

“And I would've said no. You should not be hanging out ALONE with four fully grown men.” He said, giving them a stern look.

“Dad, I’m nineteen years old. I’m an adult.” They said huffing and rolling their eyes..

“Okay First, drop the attitude. And Second, even IF you think you qualify as an ‘Adult’ you will always be my kid.” He moved closer to them, sitting on their bed. “I don’t approve of you hanging out with them alone. I have a bad feeling about it. But since you are an adult I can’t physically stop you. Please be smart. I know you can be.”

“Dad, I’m literally just hangin. I’m smart enough to think for myself! I’m not an idiot.”

“I know you aren't an idiot, I just want you to use your brain here! I don’t want you to get hurt.” He said in a slightly exhausted tone.

“Well, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself. They wouldn't hurt me dad. Besides, David is probably much too scary for them to even think about hurting me.” They joked.

“Kid, I’m serious, I don't trust them.” He stands up and moves to the door.

“I’m literally fine. It's whatever, I’m just gonna go to bed.” They roll their eyes and lay down.

“We’ll talk about this later.” He says as he closes their door. They knew they were already infatuated with Mr.Fox and wanted to spend as much time with him as they could. Something about him made them feel special.

Tank only fell deeper in with Quinn after Gabes passing. The whole Band was on the way back from a concert, Gabe deciding to drive the truck, leaving the Band in the bus. As they were passing a light, a Drunk driver failed to stop and crashed head on into his truck. Tank remembers running out of the bus, alongside David and rushing over to Gabe. By the time they got to him he was already too far gone. He couldn't speak, couldn't move, he only smiled at them, tears rushing down his cheeks, as he drifted off to sleep for the last time. Tank stopped including themself in the group outside of concerts and band practice. Milo ended up bringing in his partner as the band's new manager to help the transition from Gabe running everything.

Things continued like this for the next few months, Tank would sneak out and meet up with Quinn and his band. Fortunately, DxW was also growing in popularity, so they played more gigs which allowed Tank to slip away easier since everyone was so tired. Slowly the group introduced Tank to a whole new attitude and way of life, As well as a few substances to kickstart their addiction both to the band and to the drugs.

Quinn also began getting more physically intimate with Tank. He would find himself being close to them, and even kissing them often before it would branch out into full on makeout sessions. The first time Quinn kissed Tank they were both sitting on the couch. He slowly leaned over and let his lips touch theirs. His lips were dry and hot and it never felt right but again, Tank was addicted to Quinn. Addicted to finding out his deepest darkest secrets. Addicted to the attention. Addicted to knowing someone who seemed to want them.

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A/N: song credit- Temptation Eyes- The Grass Roots

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slightlystupidhun · 5 months

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slightlystupidhun · 5 months

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Niente

Part 1, Part 2

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!

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

It was a cool fall evening in the shaw household, the lights of the house emitting a warm feeling from the outside. It had been half a year since Gabriel Shaw took Tank in. Their parents had dropped them off to study with David and just never came to pick them up. Tank remembers so vividly how the phone rang, and rang, and rang but no one picked up. Gabe refused to let them leave on their own so he took them in, they were just a few months away from turning 18.

Tank had not intended to join the “family” band either. It was more of something that happened to them. One day while paroling the house they saw that one of David's old electric guitars was left out in the living room. The black guitar with red paint splattered on it, giving the impression of blood, was so appealing to Tank they simply couldn't resist. They had practiced acoustic guitar, but had little experience on electric. They only remembered what little their father taught them when he attempted to play, the instrument never sounding right in his hands.

They picked it up, it was already plugged into the amp, and looked around the room. Pausing for a moment, waiting to hear if anyone had come into the house, they were pleased to find that they were still home alone. David and Gabe left for a meeting for their band. David was the drummer, Asher was the singer, and Milo played bass. Their old electric guitarist, Asher's sister, left for a different band. The first few notes they strummed on the guitar sent electricity through their veins. They strummed again, becoming obsessed with the sound. It fully represented them, their thoughts, feelings, their whole being. They began strumming out the chords to an AC/DC song their dad tried playing, thunderstruck. It was the a simple standard they knew how to play on electric.

The music soared from the guitar and filled the room. Tank started playing with the strings and improving their own melodies. They were so wrapped up in the song that they didn't hear Gabe and David enter the house. They didn't see the pair walk into the living room. The sound enveloping the house was completely theirs, like they owned the instrument. No one could replicate the way they played. Even if they weren't perfect at it they were still so alluring.

As Tank strummed the last chord on the guitar, Gabe stepped forward and applauded. Their head snapped up, fiery eyes meeting his warm ones. A slight blush spread across their face and they quickly stepped away and set the guitar on the soft green couch next to them.

“I… I… sorry…” They mumbled out. “I wont touch it again…”

“No! Don’t say sorry. In fact, you were quite good. Ever played before now kid?” Gabe asked moving over to pick up David's old guitar.

“No… not really. I mean I've been playing acoustic guitar a little, or I used to with my da… with you know.” They kicked their feet on the hardwood floor..

“Well my band is looking for a guitarist. I'm sure Dad would be willing to teach you. He taught Asher's sister.” David said, nudging Tanker with his shoulder.

“Me?” Tank asked.

“Absolutely! I will! You’re in the band Tank!” Gabe cheers as he wraps an arm around Tank. “I’ll start teaching you tomorrow.”

That is how they ended up where they were now. On a large stage opening for a band that Tank has been a fan of for a while now. They were called Tooth&Fang. Tank was practically in love with Quinn, the lead singer. He was attractive and very, very charismatic.

As their set came to a close as David rattled the symbol one final time. The whole band waved as Asher yelled out one final time.

“Thank you everyone! We are DxW! You have a good night!” He and the band ran off stage, high fiving one another. Tank stood on the outside avoiding the three’s cheers.

“Hello~” A sly voice spoke into Tank's ear. Tanks eyes widened, immediately recognizing the voice. They pivoted to see the mischievous grin on the face of Quinn Fox, the lead singer they're practically in love with. “Well aren't you, a spitfire. You played that electric like a star, precious.”

Tank was on cloud nine. Quinn even offered to meet them in his dressing room after the show.

“No.” David said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall in the alley way. The band was packing their equipment up in their van.

“What? Why not? He literally just wants to meet up!” Tank pleaded, waving their arms about.

“No. No super famous 28 year old rockstar wants to meet with a 19 year old, just to chat and hang out. I've heard about his reputation…”

“But you haven't seen his reputation have you. You haven't experienced it first hand. You have no idea whether or not it's true!” They pointed their finger into David's chest, knowing it would irritate him.

“Tank. No. And get your finger off my chest dumbass.” David's eyes lit up with anger.

“I'm going. I am 19 fucking years old. I am old enough to choose what I am gonna do with and where I am going to spend my time.” They pivoted on their heels and began walking back inside.

“Tank stop!” David yelled at them before crossing his arms and standing firm. “I’ll tell Dad.”

Those three words stopped Tanker in their tracks. Was he serious? He was going to rat on them and play tattle tail. Furrowing their brows and balling their hands into fists they walked back over to David. “I hate you.”

The next two days the only time Tank spoke to David was if he directed them to do something in the band. They were pissed off at him. How the hell was he able to control what they did? And the fact that he threatened them with telling Gabe. They continued to ignore him and mope around until their phone buzzed. They looked at their instagram feed and saw a message from Quinn_The_Vamp.

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted david #milo redacted #redacted asmr asher #redacted fanfic #redacted quinn #redactedasmr #redacted asher #redacted band AU #redacted asmr david #redacted tank

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#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted david #milo redacted #redacted #redacted guy #redacted fic #redacted audio

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Ain’t Misbehavin’

Fic inspired by the art of lovely @dizzy-n-busy . After taking out a member of the Shade gang who attacked his favorite detective, Milo Greer, a mafioso of the Shaw clan, finds himself in an interrogation room of his own with his detective running the interview.

“Mr.Greer, this isn’t the first time you’ve been in this room.” They said as they propped themself up in the corner of the room. They sat backwards on a chair arms resting against the back of it and facing him.

“Well, I hope for both my joy and yours, it ain’t the last.” He said with a grin that could knock the detective clear off their feet, but this was business and they had to handle work first. “However, usually folks take each other out to dinner before they break out the handcuffs.” He winked at them.

“Very funny Mr.Greer, nevertheless you have answers that I want.” They sighed as they moved to the table and lifted the tan colored file off of it. It’s pages scrapped lightly against their fingers.“How was your night last night?”

“Was quite fun, I went out with some friends, got into some trouble. Why you wanna join me?” He winked at them, picking up on the way their hands squeezed the file a little tighter and their eyes darted away from him.

“I need you to give me exact locations Greer. Because let me tell you, the evidence, is not in your favor…” they sighed pinching at the bridge of their nose.

“It never is, yet somehow you never have enough to pin me… unless you’re so infatuated that you’ve been letting me go every time in hopes to see me again.” He smiled at them. His accent thick, his charm thicker. So thick they felt as though they would suffocate from it. Maybe they wanted too… but they couldn’t.

“We’ll let me tell you what I have. A notorious member of the shade gang is found dead from an alley way you were seen leaving about 20 minutes before. You look like hell. You’re bloody, bruised. Hell you even got a gunshot wound in your abdomen” They set the file down on the table and put their arms against it. Their warm hands a stark contract of the cold mahogany. “Just what did you do last night.”

He smiled at them and leaned back in his chair. His gelled hair swooping over his face and his gold earrings reflecting the harsh light back in the detectives eyes. “Which one kicked the bucket? Was is the one that was buggin you a few days ago?” He didn’t need confirmation, he already knew that’s who laid dead in the alley.

He waited for that man to head back home from the bar he was at and pulled him in the alley. It was a bloody beating and Milo was winning until the guy pulled out a gun and shot him. What a sore loser, having to cheat like that. Nonetheless, Milo finished the job and tried to clean himself up, but about 30 minutes later, detectives arrived at his house.

The stealth rolled their eyes pinched their nose again to hide the fact that they bit their lip. “That doesn’t matter. Greer. Tell me what I need to know. Why did you kill that man and how?”

Milo smiled, he was completely smug as he leaned forward, his face mere inches from theirs. “I could ask for a lawyer ya know. But you’re lucky I like talkin to ya.” He then glanced to the side and saw the box of cigarettes on the table. “Can I get a light, detective?”

“Will you talk?” They said reaching into their pockets.

“Maybe, I’ll definitely talk to you, but about what I can’t say.” He smiled as they put the cigar in his mouth and promptly lit it. “So when can I take ya out?”

“For a date or with a gun?” They shot back at him as they started walking around the room. He laughed at their response and spoke again.

“It’s be easier to have this cigarette if my hands were in cuffs. Can I have just one of ‘em back?” He looked up at them with fake puppy dog eyes.

“Give me something and I’ll give you something.”

“Okay, fine I was in the alley last night. And I did see your corpse” He nodded over to the cuffs for them to release one of his hands. They did as promised and sat on the table in front of him. “But I didn’t see your man. I left an entire twenty minutes before he was found. And the wounds I got ere are from a bar fight I got into on the wrong side of town.” Their face fell as they couldn’t argue with what he just said. They had no way to prove his story was true unless.

“Do you have a witness for it?” They said raising their eyebrow at him.

“You wanna being in Gabriel Shaw?” He smirked as he rested his arm on the table. “I know you want this lead but, Sweetheart, Mr.Shaw is a hard man to reach, very busy.”

They smiled at him and crossed their arms. “I think I’ll take that chance Mr.Greer. Oh and don’t misbehave while I’m gone.”

“No worries sweetheart, I ain’t misbehaving, just savin my love for you.” He sang out the popular song with a wickedly charming grin.

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted david #milo redacted #milo x sweetheart #redacted milo greer #redacted gabe #Gabriel shaw #redacted fic #redacted one shot #redacted sweetheart

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Clip Your Wings

WELL!! You all decided you wanted some Angel angst!! The runner up in the poll was going to be who I killed off so please enjoy! (Also I didn’t proofread because it made me sad)

Warning: Angst, Violence, Character Death, Major Character injury, owie my heart

Summary: The boys go out on a mission and Tank plays body guard. However the night doesn’t quite go to plan.

Angel had been pacing back and forth for about 30 minutes on a rant about who was better at games between Ash and Milo. Tank had watched them practically burn a hole in the rug with how much they had been pacing.

It was always funny, to Tank at least, whenever Angel would get into these fits. It would always be so hard to pull them out of it until they got a clear answer.

“Eh I think you should conclude that Milo is a bit worse than Ash. He’s okay but if you put him in a halo game, Ash has got him beat easily.” Tank yawned into their hand. “Not to mention if you put them in a horror game together.”

Angels eyes lit up with excitement. They had never thought of doing that but knew that it would be entertaining nevertheless. They walked over to the large leather couch and plopped down next to Tank.

“You really think we could make that happen?” Angels eyes beamed with anticipation. No doubt they were already scheming what to do next.

“I’m sure if he lost a bet we could.” Tank nodded and shrugged it away.

The night hadn’t been too bad this far. David, Ash, Cristian and Milo had gone out on a gig to help the department with some underground cult or something. DUMP needed brawn and the pay they provided was too good to pass up.

Since Tank was currently out of commission due to working the past two nights and refusing to tell Sam about a “small” ankle injury, David refused to let them go and instead had them stay with Angel.

Speaking of the Devil, or rather, Angel, they were now inserting a movie, it was Bambi. They loved the classic colors of the film and the adorable little cartoon animals.

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The small group of shifters blended in well with the department staff as they breached the cultist base. They walked through the cold cement building, it was only lit up by candlelight.

They soon arrived to a large wenge door, it was covered in scratches and red paint, making out faint markings of what looked to be a skull on a dagger. They slowly opened the large door to reveal the cult leader, who spun around in his chair in all evil villain fashion.

“Ah welcome, welcome friends.” He smiled at them menacingly.

“Blake. It’s over.” Sweetheart walked into the room, past the wolves.

“Maybe it’s over for now. But, not for me.” He let out a dark chuckle, glancing over to David. “You see I have been working day in and day out to…” he sighed. “Well if doesn’t matter anymore. I’m sure you wouldn’t care about me anyway.” He looked down, obviously trying to manipulate them. Then he smiled and made direct eye contact with David again. “But you do care for your precious Angel right?”

“Leave them be Blake, stop your short sighted tricks. It’s over.” Sweetheart said firmly grabbing their cuffs.

“Lets see if I remember your address… and if I don’t… maybe my shade will. He can clip your Angels wings”

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As the movie came up to the part (angels favorite part) where the animals find their “love” interests, Angel making plenty jokes about shifters doing the same thing, they heard a knock on the door.

It wasn’t a knock. It was banging. Loud banging.

That was when Tank got a call from David and immediately answered, already heading to stand between Angel and the door.

“Tank?” His voice called out frantically.

“Dav- what’s going on?” They asked, brows furrowing together and face scrunching up. They were preparing to shift if they needed.

“The cult they...” He took a sharp breath. “A shade, please get to somewhere safe and-“

Before he could finish Tank grabbed Angels wrist and took them down to the basement. Tank handed Angel the gun they always kept on them, in case they needed to defend themself.

“What’s going on Tank?” Angel said beginning to get scared.

“Anything comes down here you point and shoot.” They adjusted angels pose. “Just like this.”

“Tank, you’re scaring me… what’s going on?”

“A shade is here and I need to keep you safe.”

“What about you?” Angel asked hands shaking.

“I’ll hold him off until David gets here. I need you to stay here. Do not move from this spot okay?” Tank patted Angels shoulder and handed them their phone, Tanks screen lighting up with a text from Sam. “The code is 4321. Use it to call David if… just don’t move unless it’s to run away.”

With that Tank tan up the stairs, Angel could hear them locking the basement door and Tank shifting. The sound of wood splintering let them know that the front door was broken open. The large oak door seemed unbreakable to them, they could hardly believe it splintered, let alone broke at all.

They heard an ugly hissing sound, it must have been the shade. Then they could hear the sounds of fighting and growling. Angel had heard stories of shades from David. Tank really needed to be cautious… one slip up and they could-

Their thoughts were cut off by the sound of a table breaking and Tank yelping. They could hear the shifter take a large bite from the shade and another scream. Wait why did it sound like there were two shades? Angel swore only one was there a second ago.

They frantically texted Davey to let him know of what was happening.

Tank (Angel): They locked me in the basement. Tanks fighting two shades I think!! Davey please hurry!!

Davey: I’m on my way Angel hold on!

Sam: Hey Darlin how is your night going?

Darlin (Angel): Sam! A shade broke in, now there are two, Tank locked me in the basement and they are fighting them. It sounds bad.

Sam: I’m coming.

There were so many sounds happening. The sounds of Tanks phone flooding. The sound of wood splintering, glass shattering, a wolf yelping, shades screaming. It was all so overwhelming and suffocating. Luckily, the sound was getting quieter. Tank must have gone against one shade and won, but then they heard Tank yelp, a yelp similar to the one they let out when they rolled their ankle. Shit! They broke their ankle!!!

Angel tried to run up the stairs to go help but the door was locked and wouldn’t budge. The cold golden door knob now becoming their worst energy.

The sounds continued and the yelps got quieter, that was until it fell silent. Too silent.

Angel couldn’t tell how long it had been silent for. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? The silence was more deafening than anything and they now longed for the crashing and screaming and banging because that meant someone was still alive.

They sat against the door silently sobbing and curling up into a small ball. That was until the intense rush of footsteps ran into the house.

The basement door was very close to the front door. You only needed to take a left down the hallway. Footsteps, fast, and loud echoed throughout the hallway but Angel couldn’t stop themself from crying. The door suddenly flung open and Angel fell through to the floor, falling onto a familiar pair of hiking boots. It was David.

He gently picked them up and held them close to him. Cradling them and giving them soft kisses trying to comfort them. That was until Asher’s voice could be heard yelling from the kitchen.

“DAVID! DAVID HELP!” Asher sounded frantic and afraid. David stood up and ran over to Ash, fearing that his friend was being attacked. Angel followed behind David rushing through the hall.

Both of them froze upon arriving to the kitchen. There under Asher’s hand was Tank, a quickly fading Tank. Next to them, two dead shades. Their body was covered in blood and scratches and their ankle was popped out of place. Their face was becoming sickeningly pale and their lips were losing all color.

They smiled at Angle and gave them a sad nod.

“I won…” they said weakly coughing out.

“Hang on Tank! Sam is going to be here any minute! Please!” Angel said dropping to their knees at the shifters side. “You idiot! You should have run away! You shouldn’t have fought them… not for me!” They cried out loud.

“Hey…” Tank coughed. “I’d do anything to protect my Alpha.” They smiled softly.

David finally found his feet and moved to sit next to them. He tried to use his magic to heal them, he had taken a few classes after the last incident, but it didn’t work.

“Tank hold on please.” David said squeezing their hand.

“Davi…d T…Tell Sam… I love him… te…tell him he… he is the best… thing to…” their words got quieter and quieter and they began closing their eyes. David shook them, slightly slapping their cheeks.

“Hey! HEY! No no no no no You stay awake! You stay awake now!” David pleaded with Tank.

“You survived through all of this! You don’t get to die!” Angel cried out loud clutching Tanks hand.

“T…thanks for… for being… my family.” Tank smiled.

“Stop no final fair-wells! You don’t get to do that.” Angel patted their face. “You are gonna live! You and Sam are gonna get married, and I am going to force you to dress up, even though you will hate it.” They squeezed Tanks face and brought their forehead to touch Tanks cold skin. “Sam will look so dashing and smile at you like how he always does! You two will live a long happy life, and you will grow old, and be the godparent of any kid David and I adopt, if we do that.”

Tank chuckled which trailed off into a small fit of coughs. They felt so cold, so scared. They knew that it would happen sooner or later but god how they wished it wouldn’t be now. They wanted to live that life with Sam. To explore their new friendship with Angel. They wanted to be a part of the pack, to be a part of something that didn’t just involve fighting. They wanted to live.

But life was cruel. They learned that day one. They got colder and their eyes grew heavier. It was happening it was always gonna happen.

Angel remained in their spot. Their forehead pushed against Tanks.“Please! I need you to be here! You can’t die you can’t-“

“Darlin?” Sam walked in. The pit in his stomach grew and he felt physically ill. He immediately got down and tried to heal them but nothing seemed to work. They squeezed his hand and slightly shook their head.

They had talked about this, Tank wanted to live their natural life. They wanted to die when it happened. They didn’t want to be turned.

“Darin you know I gotta ask you one more time. Do you.. do you want me to.” He began to choke on his tears.

“Tank please…” Angel said sobbing out loud.

“Hey… I’m su..posed to… be th.. one cryn…” they looked back at Sam and shook their head. Denying his final offer. He solemnly nodded and lifted their head to rest on his lap. He ran his fingers through his mates hair as they drifted of to an eternal rest. “I… luv… y’all …” was the last thing they told the room before finally succumbing to their injuries.

Their lifeless body laid on the floor, in their mates arms, hands holding their Alphas and their best friends. Their family, Milo, Cristian, and Asher, stood in the corner of the room, holding one another.

This day would be one that broke Angel. They truly loved keeping company and being the friend of Tank. Watching tanks bored expressions during pack meetings always brightened their day. When they went to the first meeting without Tank… or Sam. They had to excuse themself to cry.

They moved out of the previous home they built with David and into a new one closer to the woods. They would go to sleep and still feel the cold wall of the basement, and hear the screaming and crashing and banging of their home.

They would hear tank screaming for help before dying in their hands, being suffocated by the loss. By the fact that they couldn’t do anything.

And in the end Angel never got over that feeling. Tank made them feel like they were strong. That it didn’t matter that they were unempowered. However, this situation reminded them of one thing. They were powerless. They were human.

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HIIII!!! I am feeling angsty!! I’m in that writing mood! Which listener should I hurt???

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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.

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted sam collins #redacted sam #redacted sam x darlin #sam x darlin #william solaire #redacted william solaire #redacted fic #redacted fanfic

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I love this fic so much!! Absolutely amazing!!!

*Kicks down fandom door* I come bearing gifts!

I offer you a Shaw Pack Band AU fic, where Tank writes the most cheesy love song known to man, beats the life out of Kody, and is permanently annoyed. I love my angry angsty munchkin.

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Only A Badge

Part 1, Part 2

WARNING: ANGST, MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF DEATH

Summary: Sweetheart gets sent out on a mission, however it’s been several days and they still haven’t returned…

“How do we help him?” Asher spoke up first, rubbing the back of his neck. Everyone in the room had yet to move except Marie, who had been trying to coax Milo out of his room.

By now all of the mates had arrived to the house… we’ll all except one… two. The sun was still setting so Sam wasn’t able to come yet. The pack hugged each other, everyone grieving in their own way. The large, new house, a sign of Milo and Stealths new life together felt so void and depressing now.

“I’m not sure. All we can do is be here to support Milo and give him the comfort he will need.” David spoke up, the leadership he practiced coming through his tone. Everyone silently nodded and went back to their tasks until they heard tank mutter something under their breath.

“….. badge. But,” was all that they could make out of these ramblings.

“What is it Tank?” David looked over the small crowd of people to the scarred shifter standing in the doorway.

“Have we looked for them?” They spoke up, David could practically see the cogs turning in their head.

“No. The department asked us not to. They didn’t want us to interfere with their investigation. Besides, they already declared them..”

“I understand that. But they only found their badge. They could still be alive.” Tank said firmly, now fully revealing what they planned.

“No. We aren’t going. It’s too dangerous to go there blind. We have no idea what would be there waiting for us.” David paused to catch his breath and think. By the time he opened his mouth to speak again tank had slid their leather jacket on and headed for the door. “Tank. Do not go. It’s too dangerous.”

“I’ll get in trouble for it later.” Tank said closing and jamming the door in their wake. Asher ran over and tried to open it but by the time he got it open both them and their bike was gone.

“Damn it.” David growled. He slid on his jacket and began to head out the door. “Hold down the fort til I get back, Ash.” Asher offered him a nod as he hopped into his truck.

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Tank had snagged one of the stealths coats it smelled like violet, cardamom, a little musk, and some other things they couldn’t make out. They really didn’t want to drag anyone else from the pack into this, in case it really was that dangerous. This is why they ditched their bike somewhere down the road and on the opposite side of the street.

They grabbed out the sweater from under their seat and put it in a small leather bag they had. Milo had told investigators that stealth had planned on closing up some lose ends, and

Tank remembered stealth telling them that they had to look into something just past the beginning of the wooded area. They had mentioned that something didn’t add up from a recently closed case and they wanted to check in on it. The only reason Tank knew of this is because they needed Tanks… experience, on this subject.

They took a second and shifted into their wolf form, taking a large sniff of the sweater before heading off into the woods.

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Asher wasn’t able to get any news from David, no reply from Tank, and Milo was still hold up in his room.

He paced back and forth through the house as many of the pack members looked at him for what to do.

“What’s going on?” A tired somber voice called from down the hall. It belonged to Milo who was now heading down the hall.

“Milo… I…” Asher said his voice filling with sadness. “Is there anything I can get you?”

“Where are Tank and David?” Milo asked suspicion filling his voice. Asher didn’t want to worry the man more, or give him false hope.

“They got a little heated with each other.. they’re taking a breather.” Asher said quietly trying not to give too much away. Milo nodded and rubbed at his face roughly.

“Thank you all for comin… it means a lot to me but you don’t have to stay here….” Milo waved them off and began giving out hugs as people filed out of his house. The only people that stayed were his mom, Angel, babe, and Asher. Milo was about to return to his room when there was another knock on the door. This time Asher went to open it.

“Ah Sam … Hello.” He said suddenly feeling nervous.

“Are they here?” Sam questioned peaking around Asher. “I didn’t see their bike.”

“Uhm Sam.” Asher said suddenly stepping forward and closing the door behind him. “They had a small disagreement with David on wether or not WE should look for Sneaks…”

“Uhuh.” Sam said raising his eye brow waiting for ash to finish.

“They decided to go look for sneaks on their own and David left to try to follow them.” Ash said nervously as he tried to read his expression.

Sam sighed and ran his fingers through his hair and pivoted on his heel.

“Sam where are you going?” Asher said a bit panicked.

“To find my stubborn ass wolf.” He said climbing into his truck.

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They had been walking for about an hour, searching for any kind of scent. They just needed something…. Then… they got it. The scent was faint but they latched onto it and began to chase it.

They arrived at a run down shack. It was made of rotting wood and covered in vines. The windows were boarded up, however, the stone chimney seemed to have some form of smoke coming through it. This is where the scent led Tank. This is where sneaks was.

Tank carefully prodded up to the house and peaked through a crack in the wall. They saw four figures, one, the smallest, let fire dance around their fingers, one seemed to be a shifter of some sort, vines wrapped around one’s fingers, and the last was a new- wait where did they go.

A whip of wind came from behind Tank and they were just able to dodge it. Standing in front of them was a recently turned vamp. It seemed like he just got out of the blood lust phase. He offered them a small smirk, his silver flecked eyes glinting in the moonlight.

“Aw did the stealth send for their puppy to come save them?” The vamp teased earning a growl from Tank.

They decided to keep back and not go in for the attack. After all there were still three of them in the house waiting for a signal. The vamp rushed forward and caught Tank around the neck, however they pushed away and snapped at his shoulder.

The vamp let out a loud his and ripped the wolf off of his shoulder. It seemed as though he was still getting used to his abilities. Shifting back to human they wrapped their hand around his neck and pulled him face first to the floor, knocking a fang out of his mouth, and effectively knocking him out.

The only issue now was that the three who were previously inside, were now outside and preparing to fight Tank. The fire elemental stood their hands covered in fire as they shot forward toward Tank who shifted to avoid the first hit.

That was when the ground beneath them shook and a rock rose up from the ground. It flung them in the air and the bear shifter jumped at them. She clawed at tank who was only able to retaliate by biting her neck until they both crashed to the ground.

They rolled apart from each other and before Tank could orient themselves the fire elemental shot a burst of fire at them. The burst of heat knocked them off of their feet as they now spotted new burns and shifted back to human.

“Three against one is hardly fair.” They said as they rose back up to their feet. The earth beneath them crackling. They shifted and leapt forward towards the earth elemental. They knocked her off of her feet and landed a few punches to her face before having to dive away to avoid the bear shifter.

“Good thing we don’t play fair.” The fire elemental shouted as he wound up for another attack. He shot forward at Tank who leap up above him managing to bound off of his back, effectively pushing him face first to the ground.

When they landed they looked at the shifter and the fire elemental who were now stumbling over each other. They were so distracted that they hadn’t noticed the vine coming from behind them. That snagged around their waist and pulled them into a rock formation that began to wrap around them.

“Too bad you came alone puppy.” The shifter said shifting back to her human form. Her and the group marveled at their new hostage.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Tank said as the vine wrapped around their throat.

Suddenly, the earth elemental was thrown through the rotting wooden wall of the house. The fire elemental and shifter turned around as something moved past them so fast they couldn’t see.

Out of nowhere, a large wolf was on top of the fire elemental, growling and biting. The bear shifter backed off towards the woods but was stopped in her tracks as a figure came into view. A pale man in a red flannel and a pissed look in his eyes. The last thing she would remember would be the intimidating figure standing over her.

The fire elemental was worse off as the large wolf tore into him. Incapacitating him in mere minutes.

Sam rushed over to Tank and tore them out of the new rock formation, freeing them from its grasp. “Hey Darlin.” He said kissing their head. Tank hadn’t realized the numerous scratches and bruises they got until they felt blood rush down their head. “Let me heal that for you Darlin?” Sam reached his hand forward but Tanks bleeding one cut him off.

“No Sammy, Save it for stealth.” They nodded their head over to the shack.

“Tank. You have to put this to rest.” David said shifting back to human, and stepping toward them.

“David I caught their scent in the house. The group mentioned sneaks. They are in there.” Tank said backing away into the house. They stepped over the now broken wood looking for a sign of the stealth. “I swear I smelled AAHH!” Tank was cut off by falling through the floor boards into the basement.

“Darlin!!” Sam yelled jumping down and helping them up.

“Yeah yeah… I’m okay.” They said dusting themself off.

“You two good down there?” David called from above.

“Yeah stay there and make sure those three don’t get away.” Tank said moving forward. They stepped on another broken piece of wood. “Shit where is that stupid investigator?”

“Never… never thought I’d be happier… to hear your… dumbass.” A tired weak voice spoke. If Sam or Tank were talking they would have missed it. They both rushed over to the stealth to see them tied up and bleeding.

“Shit Sneaks. Sam can you…” Tank said frantically untying them.

“Already on it Darlin.” Sam replied. “Sneaks may I?” He made a healing gesture with his hands.

“Please.” They spoke through gritted teeth.

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“Papi, you need to eat something.” Marie chided as she rubbed her sons back.

“I can’t ma, I can’t even think about eating.” Milo wrapped his arms around his stomach.

Just then the door swung open, Sam and David carrying a figure into the living room. They were followed by a bloody Tank with a smile of gold.

“Off the couch now!” They called out and everyone cleared the couch.

“Holy shit!” Ash said getting a look at who they carried in.

“Sw…Sweetheart?” Milo said eyes wide and hands shaking. “Oh Fuck!” He said collapsing on them and tears rushing from his eyes.

“Hey Hun.” Sweetheart coughed out, wincing as Milo touched a sore area.

“I healed em as much as I could but, Marie you may wanna step in a bit.” Sam spoke up rubbing his face as he was hit with another headache. “You want me to call Vincent Darlin?”

“Nah, I’m good. Glad they’re home.” Tank said smiling. By the time Marie had finished Asher was already rushing people out of the room.

“Sweetheart how ya feelin? You hurtin anywhere?” Milo asked cradling their face in his large hands.

“I’m okay Hun. Missed you like hell but… I’m glad I’m home.” They leaned up and kissed him as more tears fell from his face.

“I love you Sweetheart. So much.” Milo cried out loud.

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted david #milo redacted #redacted sam #redacted asmr asher #sam x darlin #redacted shaw pack #redacted asher #redacted marie #redacted milo greer #redacted sweetheart #redacted dump #redacted milo #milo x sweetheart #redacted david shaw #redacted fanfic

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Only a Badge

WARNING: ANGST, MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Sweetheart gets sent out on a mission, however it’s been several days and they still haven’t returned…

“Hun, I’m heading out to work. They’re putting me on the field today so I’ll probably be home late.” Sweetheart called to Milo as they secured their belt. Their loving partner had a long night before and was still resting in bed. However, they knew he heard them.

“Hang on Sweetheart.” They heard his tired voice echo throughout their new house. The padding of his footsteps came closer from behind them as they heard their bedroom door shut.

“What’s going on Mil-“ Before they could finish their sentence he wrapped his arms around them and fastened their badge in place with seasoned skill. He put it just the way he knew they liked it, they were very particular in making sure it didn’t fall off so when they showed him how to put it on them, he practiced quite a few times.

They placed their hands over top of his as he tucked his head in the crook of their neck. He peppered a few kisses there as they giggled out loud. The sound lighting up the dimly lit room. This felt so domestic, so sweet, and warm. It was nearly impossible for the stealth to pull themself away…but they had to. They lightly tapped his hand a few times to signal to him it was time for them to go but he just clutched them tighter.

“Milo, I gotta go to work hun.” they turned their head slightly to see his dark, tired orbs. The curls of his hair tickled their cheek as they smiled down at him, kissing the top of his head.

“Can’t you stay for a little longer?” He mumbled face now pressed into their shoulder. They were wearing the new scent he got them. It touched each of his senses with hints of bergamot, cardamom, jasmine, violet, and just the perfect drop of musk. He absolutely loved it. The polyester fabric of their shirt reminded him of their soft sheets and almost had him drifting off to sleep.

Almost.

That was until, of course, they cloaked and phased through his arms. Offering him their signature smile as he stumbled forward, the cold counter he grabbed onto a poor substitute for his partner. He offered them a glare that held no real malice before they walked to the door.

“Love you Honey~” they said said in a teasing tone as he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, get on. I’ll have dinner ready when you get home Sweetheart.” He offered them as they shut the door. He shook his head and padded back off to the room, that was until he realized he never told them “I love you.” back. He burst through his bedroom door out to the front. Just as he saw their car pulling out of the driveway.

The all black Nissan Rogue halted in its tracks as the stealth saw their partner running to the car at full speed. They gave him a confused look as they rolled down their window right as their partner appeared next to it.

“Milo wh-“ they were cut off by a kiss. It was sweet and surprising catching them totally off guard as they separated far too soon.

“I forgot to say it.” He panted as he held their cheek.

“Say what hun?”

He offered them his signature shit eating grin. “I love you Sweetheart.” He smiled as he kissed them one last time before sending them off. They tried to hide their smile to no avail. He laughed to himself as he stood in the driveway watching them drive off.

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That was two days ago. Since then he hadn’t received a call. Text. Or any kind of word from his stealth. He was pacing back and forth in his living room as people passed in and out. After the first day of them being considered missing by him he notified David and the rest of the pack.

His mom had set up in the large kitchen and had been cooking for any guests that stopped by. David would come in and check on Milo every few hours, and tank had taken up to sleeping in Milo’s living room so that he would never be alone. Asher had been going out to the store to get whatever Milo wanted/needed and accompanied David to the department building to put pressure on the search for their stealth.

“Milo you have to eat something.” Marie called from the kitchen. Milo had done so much worrying and pacing that he practically for for about eating drinking or sleeping.

“How can I mami?” He asked his voice cracking a bit. “It’s not like they were dispatched on a mission. They were just supposed to be looking into some loose ends on a case. They aren’t here and I can’t breathe.” He put a hand to his chest and pulled at his shirt like it was suffocating them. Tears began to prickle at the corner of his face. “I can’t breathe without them here.” He began to fold in on himself and Tank immediately shot up from the couch. They held him tightly and brought him over to sit on the couch with them and just kept him close.

Tank was not one for hugs and often hated physical contact, but they hated seeing, who was essentially their brother, like this more. They rocked him back and forth and comforted him softly. The door creaked open and every eye went to it, falling in slight disappointment when Asher and David walked in. They shook their head signaling that they had no new information. Once they both made their way to the couch David decided to check in on his friend.

“Milo.” He said kneeling on the floor. “They will be okay.” He said putting his hands on the side of his friends face. “They will come home to you.”

Milo sniffed and whipped roughly at his eyes to get the tears to stop from falling. “Thanks David.” The sound of the doorbell ringing caught them all off guard and everyone stood in silence. The air suddenly felt very heavy, like there was something on the other side of that door to be afraid of. The door bell rang again.

“I’ll get it.” Asher said beginning to make his way over.

“No no I got it Ash.” Milo said standing up. He hoped that maybe it was Sweetheart and they forgot their keys. But normally if they did that, they would just call him, or phase through the door. But hey maybe they were tired. He tried to silently reason with himself.

By the time Milo reached the door it rang for a third time. Suddenly, the large oak door seemed much more intimidating. He wrapped his hand around the cold golden door knob and twisted it open. Standing right there, on his porch, were two department agents. He could tell by the lanyards they were wearing that had their badge handing from it. They both looked tired and shifted their weight awkwardly.

“Are you Milo Greer?” The larger one asked struggling to make eye contact. By now everyone in the house was listening in, Tank even standing in the hallway so they could be there if he needed them.

“Yes.” He said shortly, his tired eyes glaring daggers into the man.

“Ahem.” The smaller one cleared his throat. “We are frie- Co-workers of… stealth. We thought it’d be best if we…” he stumbled all throughout his words struggling to complete a sentence.

“We…” the larger one cut in. “I… We completed our search.” He said with a tone of finality that had Milo’s stomach turning.

“And?” Milo said his hands shaking and his voice wavering ever so slightly. He gripped the doorframe to stabilize himself but by now it was beginning to splinter.

“We we’re only able to find this…” he spoke holding out Stealths badge.

Milo snatched it from the man and looked it over. His eyes tearing up. No this can’t be right. He put it on them the right way. They wouldn’t separate from their badge unless… but that was impossible. They were still alive they had to be. However, the blood that stained the golden badge in his hand suggested otherwise. A shaking hand that Milo recognized as his own came to hold over his mouth. His stomach turned as his world began to spin. Suddenly he was falling back and a pair of tattooed arms caught him.

“I’m so sorry.” The smaller one spoke. “As of now they have been declared Presumption of Death and KIA.” He said sorrowfully before retreating down the steps back to his all black department grade van.

Tank picked the man up and set him down on the cushion as he clutched the badge to his chest. He began hyperventilating and shaking his head. No one in the room knew how to react, how to comfort him. He kept muttering words before he stood up and went to the wooden coat rack.

“No. This… I can’t…” he said as he grabbed his coat. He began slipping his arms through the wool sleeves when his mom stepped forward.

“Milo. Papi. Where are you going?” Marie asked as she grasped Milo’s hand.

“They are out there Ma. Alone and cold and hurting. I can’t just sit here while they are.” Everything seemed to hit him right then.

“Milo come sit down…” his mom pulled him from the door. She was able to get him out to the living room but before he could make it back to the couch he pulled away and ran to his room, locking himself inside.

He kept the light off and just sat at the edge of his bed, looking around the room that now seemed so much lonelier. Reminders of his Sweetheart sat all around the room. Even when he laid back on his bed, the scent he bought them still lingered behind. Even though they weren’t there… he couldn’t escape them. He needed them home now more than ever.

***Pt 2???***

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted david #milo redacted #redacted asmr asher #redacted shaw pack #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted milo greer #milo x sweetheart #redacted david shaw #redacted marie #redacted fic #redacted fanfic #redacted dump #redacted sweetheart

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#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted david #milo redacted #redacted sam #redacted asmr asher #sam x darlin #redacted shaw pack #redacted asher #redacted angel #redacted shitpost #redacted davey/angel #david x angel #sam collins #redacted sam collins #redacted Sam x Darlin

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If The Shoe Fits…Bear It!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,

Part 7

Summary: Prince Vincent Solaire, of Wonder Land, spends a wonderful night with a stranger, but what happens when the shoe left behind fits someone else.

The first whole day after Lovely first went into what seemed to be a coma, Vincent did not move from their side for more than five minutes. Even leaving their bedroom to use the bathroom felt like too long.

He felt like he was going to explode. He knew their body needed time to recover but damn it if he didn't wish he had magic. In fact, he took up praying to whatever force was in the sky that he could heal them and make them feel better. But he couldn't. Instead he could sit in this uncomfortable wooden chair, hold their hand, and try not to die of worry.

When the wooden chair began to creak or shake too much, its wooden legs threatened to give out everytime Vincent bounced his foot, he took to pacing and picking out the new designs they had instilled. Their room had changed quite a bit since they moved in. The previous walls had been altered to a soft lilac color adorned with white floral embellishments. The sunlight peeked through the white lace curtains, decorating the soft castlewood oak and livening up its pale colors. Their scent filled the room marking it in a way that made it undoubtedly theirs.

Vincent would love seeing all of these changes, only now the person who enacted them, was lying unconscious in front of him. The room that's so filled with reminders of their charming personality, was lacking the very person who gave it such a reputation.

By the time their second day of rest came, Vincent found himself not wanting them to miss out on anything so he would read to them, or talk about all the drama the maids would bring in every time they opened the large white double doors. Ollie came by to visit a few times. He would speak to them of stories they had gushed about previously. Other times he would encourage them to end their slumber.

On the third day Sam came by to check their vitals with Tank in tow. Tank read off numerous apologies to Lovely despite knowing they would refute them before they could even leave their mouth. After that, Sam finished his check in and confirmed that they were in fact okay and the last of the poison was making its way out of their system and they should wake tomorrow. This did very little to ease Vincents worry. He was overjoyed, of course, but the scary thought that lovely would never wake up still lingered in the back of his mind.

Vincent’s eyes began to feel heavy since he hadn’t slept the past two days. He had vowed to stay awake until his lovely would, however, as he sat beside their bed, his hand cradling theirs, he began to drift off.

The soft sheets caressed his face as he felt the morning light heat up his cheek. Something was missing in the space in front of him. His hand was empty and something was playing with his hair. He slowly opened his eyes and peered up through his dark lashes. Staring down at him was a pair of lovely eyes, they were lovely’s eyes. He jumped up so fast, tears threatening to shed and hugged them tightly.

“Hello my prince.” They smiled at him allowing the disheveled prince to bury himself in their neck as they continued to card their fingers through his hair. “I’m okay.”

He grasped both of their hands and kissed them, pulling himself mere inches from them. “I’m so glad you are okay, but you shouldn’t have been put in such a horrible position. Lovely I-“

Before the prince could finish they moved in close to kiss away a tear from his eye. “Sweet prince. Vincent. The sun is more likely to be separated from the sky than I am from you. I agree that had you not stolen me away, I would not be here right now, however, because you have stolen me away, you have taken my heart as well. You have granted me a lavish life, and a lifetimes worth of love. Prince Vincent Solaire, I love you. Truly, deeply. It’s maddening how much I love you.” They stopped to catch their breath and to pull him closer. “I wouldn’t trade my life right now for anything else.”

For the first time Vincent leaned forward and their mouths crashed together. He kissed them with no inhibition, fear, or worry. In this kiss was the fire, the passion, the longing that they both endured for so long. This kiss melted away the barrier that Quinn tried to put between them.

“I love you lovely,” Vincent said, finally separating from them, “more than words can express. I care not for extreme weddings and meticulous planning, if it were up to me, I’d marry you right here right now.”

“I would do the same my prince. However, let’s not rip the joy of wedding planning from his highness the king.” They giggled.

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Wedding bells sounded all across Solaria and cheers could be heard echoing throughout the kingdom.

Standing in the giant white cathedral, was lovely and prince Vincent. Their white outfits were decorated by the colors shinning through the stained glass window.

“And do you Prince Vincent take them to be your lawfully wedded partner?” Grand Duke Sam spoke out.

“I do,” Vincent said, wiping tears from his eyes.

“I now pronounce you royals and partners of the kingdom solaria!” Sam projected to the audience. “You may now seal your union with a kiss.”

Lovely and Vincent leaned forward and shared a sweet, heart warming kiss. It felt so magical. Lovely felt like they were living a fairy tale.

They exited the large cathedral and ran into the carriage as flower petals flew around them. Once in the carriage Vincent leaned forward and touched his forehead to theirs.

“I would move heaven and earth for you. Your highness, you are irreplaceable in my heart.”

“I love you my sweet Prince.”

“And I you, lovely.”

*AND WITH THAT THE FIC COMES TO AN END!! I am so sorry I have been so weird with my posting schedule but I am hoping to get back on track, and be more consistent*

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted david #milo redacted #redacted sam #redacted asmr asher #sam x darlin #redacted shaw pack #redacted asher #redacted vincent solaire #redacted vincent #vincent x lovely #redacted william #redacted ollie #redacted william solaire #solaire clan #royal au

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