I’m All For The Hype About A Video Of Darlin Meeting The Solaire Vamps, But I Raise This. They Met

Milo being in charge of booking the hotel for a security job and accidentally booking two conjoined rooms instead of separate rooms for everyone (Aggro stepped on the keyboard). Leading to a very disgruntled Alpha and a video sent to a group chat with all the mates and pack members still in Dahlia. Asher sends a recording of a dark room only illuminated by his phone flashlight. It’s shows about fifteen shifters spread out across two rooms. Some haphazardly splayed on the beds, some on little nests of blankets on the floor. Milo is shown to be lying half on the bed and half on the nightstand using a jacket for a pillow. Christian is laying properly on the bed, with Arden’s foot stuck right in his face as she lays diagonally with her face flat on the foot of the bed. Amanda lies next to Christian with part of her leg draped over Arden. Asher walks through the maze of shifters on the ground, pointing the camera to each as he passes. He walks into the next room to show Brooks lying on the counter. More shifters lie on the floor, Asher pans the camera to the foot of the bed to show Miguel almost falling off. Asher whispers to the camera,

“And you won’t believe this.” As he pans his phone to show David and Tank lying in the bed together, both having to sit upright to fit and leave room for Miguel. They are resting against each other comfortably. Tank sits with their arms crossed and head tilted slightly back as it rests on David’s head, which is in turn resting on their shoulder. He sits with his hands loosely in his lap. They sleep with a stoic yet calm look on their faces as the two wolves lean into one another. Asher turns the camera to himself and walks over. He carefully lays down on their legs,resting his head on his sweatshirt that he put in between Tank and David. He positions the camera so all three of them are in shot, as if he’s taking a selfie. Tank and David move a little in their sleep and the video abruptly cuts off. The last thing on the screen being Asher’s scared face quickly turning. The group chat laughs about Milo’s mistake and Angel fawns over all of them sleeping as a group. Sweetheart says they knew they should have checked the reservations for Milo. Sam just smiles at his wolf finally learning how to be with their pack.

Sam gently picking twigs and leaves out of their hair with a soft smile.

I lowkey want sam to take care of darlin after a shift

Him cleaning them up after a day with the pack playing and getting dirty

And them bein pouty amd telling him that they can take care of themselves

While they both know they're over the moon and back with happiness that they're with their mate

Don't kill yourself, please.

If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.

If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.

The moment the pack knows Darlin is really back is when they start giving people shit again. They’re happy their lovable asshole is back and they can finally tease them in return without being scared they’ll drive them off.

I want shifted Darlin' content

I want Sam petting shifted Darlin'

I want Darlin', David and Asher to play wrestle as wolves

I want Darlin' and the pack wolf cuddle pile

I want my cuddly, reckless wolf and I want them NOW

Bright: *about to fight someone who said something about Fred*

Sam: Bright, don’t, they’re not worth it. Darlin’ tell them.

Darlin: Beat his ass kid

Darlin' is Fred and Bright's cool step parent

More Hydrus and Guy

The two don’t run into each other for a while until Guy is out walking to a bus stop from the store. Unfortunately from him it started raining halfway there and now he regrets not wearing a jacket. He sees Hydrus sitting under the bus stop hood typing on his phone. Guy walks along the path, getting closer and closer to this…stranger. Does running into someone really count as meeting? He sits on the opposite side of the bench, trying to give as much space as possible. He takes this time to sneak glances at the attractive stranger and take in his appearance. The tall man leans against the corner of the bus stop hood, one leg stretched out in front of him, the other propped up on the bench with his arm resting over it. He wears a white button up with the first two buttons undone. The tie has been untied and discarded. It drapes off his neck framing the teasing window of his chest. A large trench coat rests over his shoulders, the empty sleeves hanging limp and his sides. The coat seems to have taken the brunt of the rain, but his black hair still looks damp, and his shirt clings to his chest, the rain causing the white fabric to turn see though. Guy is so caught up in his appearance that he doesn’t notice the piercing eyes staring at him.

“It’s rude to stare.” Guy startles from his thoughts and looks up at the annoyed set of dark eyes staring back at him. He sits up straight and laughs awkwardly.

“I’m, uh, sorry about that, Just didn’t think I’d be seeing you again, Mr. mysterious stranger.” Guy gives a playful, lopsided smile, a faint blush of embarrassment from being caught staring still on his cheeks. It’s an adorable sight. Hydrus tilts his head and slowly looks the man in front of him up and down. He feels the man’s emotions spike. Embarrassment, intrigue…fear. Hydrus furrows his brow. Why does it feel so wrong to cause this stranger fear? He scoffs lightly and looks away.

“Kind of stupid to not be wearing a jacket.” Guy rubs the back of his neck and he looks out towards the street as it gets obscured in the downpour.

“Yeah, didn’t think it was gonna rain tonight. At least this bus stop has a cover, and I got some handsome company too.” Guy winks at Hydrus. The daemon freezes.

‘Is this unempowered stranger really flirting with him right now. Usually people all avoid him, give him a wide berth, both empowered and unempowered people alike. Yet here this guy is, flirting with him.’ Hydrus tilts his head,

“I’m grateful for the shelter from the rain too, but my company seems to be doing his best impression of a popsicle.” Guy didn’t even realize how cold he was. He had been too preoccupied with the man I front of him. Before the can get out a response, a thick bundle of fabric is pushed towards him. He looks up, surprised. The man looks to his side as he offers his coat. Guy smiles,

“Awww, trying to keep me warm. How kind of you Mr. Mysterious Stranger.” Hydrus narrows his eyes at the teasing and retracts his arm and his coat. Guy quickly starts apologizing inbetween laughs.

“Nooo, I’m sorry, I was just kidding, please, it’s fucking freezing.” He is handed the warm jacket and puts it on, grateful for its heat. “Thank you Mr. Mys-“

“Hydrus”

Guy pauses and smiles.

“That’s an interesting name. I’m Guy.” His voice takes a joking tone, “The Pizza Guy if you will.” Hydrus rolls his eyes and Guys laughs at the joke that he’s probably told a thousand times. A bus drives up to the stop and opens it’s doors. Guy stands and turns,

“I better get going, are you getting on too?”

Hydrus shakes his head.

“Well then thank you for keeping me company.” Hydrus nods.

‘This dude really doesn’t talk much’ Guy thinks as he sits down on the bus, putting his hands in his jacket….not his jacket. Guys eyes widen

‘Oh my god, I just took this persons coat’ in the middle of his freak out he feels something in the coat pocket. He takes it out to find a small piece of paper. It looks like a business card, but all the writing on the front is scribbled out. He turns the card in his hands and finds a phone number on the back, underneath it is a note.

‘Give me my coat back sometime’

-H

Guy smiles at the note and immediately takes out his phone and calls a familiar number.

“Hey Rosa, you’ll never guess what just happened”

Darlin calls Sam ‘shawty’ just for the look on his face after.

If your not in one of those then you’re in their trapezoid of hostility: run

Darling: If you're not in my circle of trust, you're probably in my triangle of suspicion, or my rhombus of doubt