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hello hello! happy valenswap to @dismas-n-dismay!! uh you said you liked mermaid aus, so i turned Vega and Warden into fish :) (i couldnt find your Vega and Warden designs â assuming you posted them somewhere â so i used mine đ if you want i can redo it with your designs :3)
valenswap is ofc hosted by the wonderful @/ode2youu :3
close ups + flatcolors/full bodies + extra doodles under the cut
Happy Valentine's Day!!! đI'm participating in @ode2youu/@shadowofyouu's Valenswap and wrote this sappy Sweetheart/Milo fic for @annahxredaxted đŤśđť I hope you like it!
Pairing: Milo/Sweetheart
Word count: 2,377
The AO3 version if you prefer: Right Here, With You - honeysghost
With every second spent in traffic, Sweetheart wishes desperately they had just taken the day off. I mean, itâs Valentineâs Dayâthey should be with Milo, getting swept up in their love for one another and taking some time to just be.Â
It feels like theyâd barely seen each other at all this week, with Milo working three nights in a row and Sweetheart leaving too early in the morning to catch him awake. It felt silly to say they missed him when they literally lived together, but it was the truth.Â
Plus, Jett wouldâve had their ass on a silver platter if they called off today, no doubt already having a lecture stored for them about responsibility, despite the fact that they had been practically carrying the Department on their back since the day they joined.
When they turn into the driveway, they let out a long breath. Finally, they were home.
Milo greets them at the door, pulling them into his arms before they even have a chance to close it completelyâbut they donât mind. They sink into his embrace, nosing at the space between his shoulder and neck, breathing him in.Â
âYou smell delicious,â they mumble, barely coherent with their mouth pressed against his skin.Â
âYou look exhausted,â he comments, placing his hands on their shoulders and holding them steady, getting a good look at them.
âHey, thatâs not nice. I gave you a compliment, and you tell me I look like shit,â Sweetheart pouts, fighting a smile when Milo boops their nose to soften the blow.
âI did not say that, Sweetheart. I said you look tired, which you do. Long day?âÂ
They nod, leaning back into him. âYou have no idea.â
âDo you want to talk about it?âÂ
He laughs when they shake their head, their hair tickling him when it brushes against his jaw.Â
âI just want to forget about it. Itâs over and done with, thereâs no point in wasting energy rehashing everything, you know? Besides, thereâs more important things to do. I missed you.âÂ
They kiss him softly, running a hand through his hair as they do, relishing in the contended sigh that leaves his lips as they do.
Aggro, who had been sitting quietly by the door, inserts himself between the two, rubbing against their legsâthe vibrations of his purring making Milo laugh into the kiss. Sweetheart pulls away and crouches down to his level, kissing him all over his face and scratching behind his ears.Â
âYouâre kind of ruining the mood, sweet boy,â they chide, pressing another kiss to the top of his head.Â
Warmth blooms in Miloâs chest as he watches his mate shower the cat in affection. It hadnât taken very long at all for Aggro to decide he liked Sweetheart. It surprised Milo a little to see him follow them around the apartment whenever they were there, not wanting to be somewhere they werenât. Even Asher had a hard time getting the cat to do anything but hide away under the bed.Â
Sometimes Milo swore he liked them more than him, which was absurd.Â
Imagine favoring someone who had broken into his apartment twice over his parent? It wasnât held against him, though. I mean, who could blame him? His Sweetheart was everything.Â
âAre we gonna spend the whole night in the hall petting Aggro, or can we make this a little more romantic?â Milo questions, a smile on his face when Sweetheart stands, offering him a peck on the lips in consolation.Â
âYouâre not jealous of your cat, are you, baby?â They tease.
âMe? Jealous? As if I have anything to be jealous of. Iâm simply stating the facts: itâs Valentineâs Day, and all that love shouldnât be wasted on the man thatâs going to steal food off your plate later.âÂ
âThat could be either one of you, honestly.âÂ
A light smack on the shoulder makes Sweetheart laugh as they take off their shoes and walk further into the house.Â
Milo trails behind them, eyeing the stiffness in their shoulders as they stretch, trying to ease the tension out, to no avail.Â
âReally, Sweetheart, you should relax.âÂ
They plop down onto the couch, leaving enough space for Milo to settle in beside them, pulling them closer as he does. They waste no time melting into him.
âThis is relaxing.âÂ
He sighs, brushing a loose strand of hair out of their face. It was hopeless, trying to convince them to take a breakâand it wasnât for lack of wanting, believe me. It was just that they could never seem to shut their brain off long enough to take one, which was endlessly frustrating for the both of them.
âLittle pauses here and there don't count as relaxing, and you know it.âÂ
It made his heart ache to see Sweetheart come home every day, looking more and more tense by the second. If it was up to him, theyâd both take a week off once a month and give themselves ample time to unwindâbut convincing them to take even a day off was an impossible task.Â
With everything going on at the Department these days, the reopened investigation into CloseKnit took up all their time and energy, leaving none for themselves.
âYou know what they say about glass houses,â Sweetheart sighs, leaning their head back against Miloâs shoulder and pressing a kiss to his jaw.
He hums in response, running a hand absentmindedly through their hair. Itâs not lost on him how quick they are to deflect. If there was one thing they hated more than anything, it was being lectured about needing to take a break. They knew it, Milo knew it, but talking about it wasnât something they were interested in.
If it were up to Sweetheart, this was all theyâd need. A few quiet moments cuddled up on the couch was worth more to them than any actual break.Â
âIf we keep sitting here, Iâm gonna fall asleep.â They mumble, breaking the comfortable silence that lingered around them.
Milo lets out a little laugh, turning to kiss their temple. âWould that be so terrible?â
âNo, definitely notâbut Iâm hungry, and I want to change out of my work clothes.âÂ
When Milo moves them over on the couch to stand up, they whine at the immediate loss, making him laugh again.Â
âWhat? You just said you wanted to change and eat.â
âI didnât mean right this second.âÂ
They continue to pout as Milo takes their hands and pulls them onto their feet.
âWell, too bad, Sweetheart. Come on, letâs get you feelinâ good.âÂ
When they raise their eyebrows at the statement, Milo pulls them in for a kiss before rolling his eyes. âNot like that, you goof.â
âWhat exactly are you suggesting then, Greer?â
âNothing, perv. Is it a crime to offer my mate a completely innocent chance to get dressed down?â
The way they glance at him in response hints at similar offers given in the past that were anything but innocent.Â
âI mean it,â he whispers against their lips, kissing them once more. âI just want you feeling a little more relaxed.â
Without protest, Sweetheart follows him down the hall to their bedroom, pausing in the door frame as Milo starts to dig through their closet, eventually settling on one of their favorite shirtsâhis shirt, might he add, that they had all but stolen from him not even a month into datingâand a pair of sweatpants.
âCome here, baby,â Milo coaxes.
They oblige, shuffling toward him. His hands rest on their shoulders, squeezing lightly to loosen them up a little.
âHey there,â they whisper, eyes focused on the coy smile tugging at Miloâs lips.Â
âHey there,â he echoes as his hands slide down their sides until his fingers find the hem of their shirt and curl into it, lifting it ever so slightly.
With newly exposed skin to explore, he lets his hands linger, thumbs rubbing small circles into their hips.
âYouâre getting a little handsy there, Greer.âÂ
His smile widens. âI donât know what youâre talking about. All Iâm doing is helping my mate undress, completely innocent, as promised.â
âMm, sure.â Sweetheart hums in response, unconvinced.
He hooks two fingers under their chin, tilting their head to meet his eyes. âHey, have I ever lied to you?âÂ
âNo,â they sigh, biting back a smile of their own. âNo, you havenât.âÂ
âExactly.â He emphasizes the word with a kiss, âSo let's get you into something comfy.â
âI just didnât realize this was a group project, is all,â they note, but let him continue his achingly slow efforts to undress them himself, savoring the way his hands roam over their body, already knowing every inch of them.Â
When their work clothes are finally replaced with the outfit Milo chose, he takes a step backâadmiring his handy work.
âProud of yourself?â Sweetheart asks, and he nods.
âMuch better.â
âYeah, yeah,â they laugh, pressing a kiss to his nose before taking his hand in theirs and leading him back down the hall, toward the kitchen.Â
âOnto the next task: food. Whatâs on the menu?â Sweetheart asks, opening the fridge to study its contents. Milo settles in behind them, arms wrapped around their waist, his chin resting on their shoulder.Â
âPasta? We could make it ourselves.â His breath tickles against their ear. âIt tastes better that way.âÂ
âPasta it is.âÂ
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The kitchen smells like garlic and onions. Aggro has taken on the role of supervisor, sitting on the counter and watching dutifully over the kitchen as Milo and Sweetheart take on the task of making dinner.
âCan you hand me the butter, please?â Sweetheart asks, standing over a pan on the stove. It had only taken a few minutes to make the pasta doughâthe only thing left to do was wait for it to rise.
Milo hands them a stick of it, catching their wrist before they can pull away, and presses a kiss to their knuckles before letting them go.Â
âYouâre a dork,â Sweetheart laughs, more so at the dumb grin on Miloâs face as he leans into the full romantic aspect of the night than the gesture itself.Â
âOh, Iâm sorry. Is this day not all about being cheesy and romantic? Excuse me for wanting to schmooze my mate.â He mumbles, mock exasperation in his tone.
âYouâre right, baby. Iâm sorry, how dare I chastise you for being a softie.â They lean in to give him a proper kiss, laughing more when Milo leans in the opposite direction, making a show of avoiding them.Â
âNo, no. You had your chance, Sweetheart. Romance privileges revoked.â
Warily eyeing the exchange, Aggro finds himself to be the next victim of Sweetheartâs antics as heâs promptly scooped off the counter and smothered in kisses, much to his chagrin.Â
âItâs alright if you wonât kiss me,â they sigh dramatically, âI have Aggro to give me all the love I ne-âÂ
Milo is quick to pluck the cat out of Sweetheartâs hold, setting him down on the floor before finally kissing them properly.Â
âYou are such a brat.âÂ
âYou love me,â they counter, arms wrapped around Miloâs neck, pulling him in for another kiss. Itâs deep, headyâhe tastes like the wine theyâd been sipping since their cooking endeavor had begun.Â
âI do,â he mumbles against their mouth. âMore than anything, baby.âÂ
By the time dinner is cooked, and the table is set, the house is bathed in golden light provided by the setting sun. It heightens the mood, Sweetheart thinks, and Milo lights candles to further add to the atmosphere.
âNow this is romance.â They exclaim, sitting down.Â
Milo sits beside them, both of them relieved to be off their feet for the evening.
âWorth all the effort?â He asks, already knowing the answer.
âAbsolutely.âÂ
For a while, they eat in silence, enjoying the meal they worked so hard on and soaking up each otherâs company. If this was all their night entailed, it would be more than enough.
There wasnât enough time in the world spent with Milo, Sweetheart thinks. From their first meeting, the connection they shared was clearâeven if it was a little complicated at first.Â
âDo you ever think about the past?â Sweetheart asks, breaking the comfortable silence.
Milo shoots them a look, curious. âHow do you mean?â
âLike when we first met. I think about it a lot, and then I think about where we are now and how funny it seems to have started with breaking and entering and ended up⌠hereâin a house we own together. I never wouldâve believed you if you told me eight years ago that this was our life. Surrounded by people we love, thrilled with the life weâve created⌠itâs just crazy to think about that kind of stuff.â
He reaches under the table, hand finding their thigh and squeezing lightly. âWell, when you put it like that, yeah, it sounds crazy.âÂ
Thereâs a smile on his face as he says it that makes Sweetheartâs heart ache at the sight. He was beautiful.Â
âYou made me so nervous at first,â they admit, feeling heat rise to their cheeks. They avoid eye contact, choosing to push food around their plate instead.Â
They trusted him with every part of themselves, but it was still hard to say it out loud.
âI love you,â Milo says, threading his fingers between theirs.Â
He knows all of it, even before theyâve said it. Heâs always been good at taking the pressure off when Sweetheart starts to get overwhelmed with emotion. He can see it before it happens, reads them like a book and offers them comfort and a sense of understanding without them having to ask.
He made it so easy to love him.Â
âThereâs nowhere else in the world Iâd rather be than right here, with you, Sweetheart. Youâre my foreverâI mean that.â
When they look up from their plate, lock eyes with Milo, every worry they had about their day or their feelings melts away.
âI love you, Mi. Happy Valentineâs Day.âÂ
âHappy Valentineâs Day, Sweetheart. Now letâs eat, before it gets cold. Itâd be a shame to let all our hard work go to waste, huh?â
Happy Valentines Day to everyone, specifically @angelcactus as my Valentines for the Redacted Audios Valenswap event! đ
I actually really had fun with the ideas you gave in your submission, and I wanted to push out of my comfort zone by drawing a sweet surprise date for my version of David and Angel (He/They)! The dinner background was the hardest to draw but I'm so happy how it turned out!
Happy Valentines Day everyone and I hope you all have a lovely time with your partner(s)! đ
Thank you so much @ode2youu / @shadowofyouu for organising this event, itâs been so fun!
Hereâs my fic for @aimedis, I hope you enjoy!
Tags I took from your sheet will be in pink :)
Tags: Sam/Darlinâ, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, romance, dealing with past hurt, slight innuendos, no talk of turning but implications, play fighting
Disclaimer: I do not think this could actually happen in canon but for the sake of the fic Iâm electing to ignore that. Nothing too hard core but definitely emotional.
Words: 2.6 k
Title: I love you like the Sun
Darlinâ never used to consider themself a romantic. Sometimes theyâd find themself watching couples in restaurants giggling and kissing and caressing constantly and they couldnât get past how fake it seemed. How forced those grand gestures and baby voices came across.
Theyâd never felt the need to do that with any of their past partners, never mind receive behaviour like it back.
That was before they met Sam.
With him, everything was different. Every little bad habit had slowly blossomed into something good. Every doubt proved wrong. All of the most private, intimate parts of themself had slowly been brought to the light and they didnât feel the need to try and stuff them back into the darkness. Not with Sam.
And Darlinâ knew that what they had together, who they had become, was real, soppy couple behaviour included.
On those late nights when Sam was working and Darlinâ couldnât sleep, theyâd often found themself thinking about all heâd done for them and all they wished they could do for him, when a stupidly romantic idea struck and what better time to do it than the day of love.
Placing the last few stems of Babies Breath in the bouquet of their mateâs favourite flowers, Darlinâ checked the time, 2:38 am; Sam would be home soon.
Darlinâ placed the vase in the centre of their kitchen next to some freshly baked lemon treats, admiring their handy work.
Bouquets hadnât exactly suited the vibe of their dingy apartment but here at Samâs, at their shared home, with all the wooden beams, soft blankets and vintage furniture. They fit right in.
Straightening at the sound of keys shaking, Darlinâ rushed to the hallway, stopping for a moment to fix their hair in the mirror and turning towards the door, they pointlessly tried to slow their nervous heart rate, theyâd never done anything like this before. Never really wanted to.
Sam would know something was up either way, he knew his Darlinâ too well, but that wouldnât stop them from trying to surprise him.
Apparently the most recent change heâd brought was that, now, Darlinâ enjoyed a grand gesture, and they really hoped heâd like it.
With their hands stiffly at their sides, Darlin smiled as their love walked through the door, bouquet of flowers in hand and small tired smile on his face, mirroring their own.
âHi, Darlinââ He breathed deep, relief at finally being home clear in his voice. âHappy Valentineâsâ He held out his arm with the flowers and Darlinâ leaned straight in for a hug, wrapping their arms around his neck as he relaxed into them.
âLong day?â they whispered
âLong day, he agreed.âBut not bad.â He loosened his hold and Darlin stepped back. âBetter now.â Sam mused, taking them in.
He held his arm out again and Darlin accepted the flowers this time, thanking Sam before reaching their spare hand out to take his. Walking them together towards the kitchen, Sam following willingly.
âDo you like âem?â Sam laughed as Darlin intensely inspected the bunch.
âI do.â They looked back at him, âWhat are the purple ones?â
âIris.â
âI think I like those best.â Darlin stated, matter of fact.
âWell, Iâm glad. You refusing to pick a favourite flower makes this time of year awful difficult.â
Darlinâ stopped in the doorway, turning to face Sam with a stern look on their face. âI donât want to pick, that would take away all of the joy of the surprise.â
âThe joy of knowing your mate is fumbling around a florist trying to figure out what looks best, you mean.â
Darlinâ smirked, âWell, I do like to keep you on your toes.â
Sam huffed a âyou can say that againâ kind of noise as Darlin ushered him into the room. They place their own floral gift next to his own and watched nervously as he took in their little display. It wasnât much but thatâs what Sam liked.
âYou made these?â Sam picked up one of the cakes, as the kettle Darlinâ had set to boil chimed.
âI told you I'm not bad in the kitchen, I just don't usually have the patience for all the waiting and the checking and the cleaning.â They listed off, Sam laughed, biting into one of the cakes, all too familiar with their Pot Noodle and take-out habits.
Darlinâ returned to the table, fresh cup of coffee in hand. âNice?â
âMmm,â Sam attempted a response, his mouth too full to answer. Taking the cup from them with a kiss on the cheek. âReally niceâ
Darlinâ lifted their own mug to their mouth, decaf, as Sam gestured to the flowers.
âDid ya put this together yourself?â
âIs it that obvious?â Darlinâ chuckled.
âNo, itâs, itâs all really wonderful Darlin' you just have prick marks all over your hands.â
He made that face, that stupid face that Darlinâ knew all too well, that little uncertain question, âcan I heal it?â.
Darlin placed their hands in his as Sam so lightly soothed them with just his fingertips. They loved him so much.
âThank you, Darlinâ, really, you didn't have to do all this. I half expected you to be sleepinâ.â
âI wanted to.â Darlinâ stood. âDo this for you, I mean. But sleep does sound good too.â
Thankfully it had only taken Sam a little convincing that it was fine for him to fall asleep first. Sam had fallen asleep fairly fast; he usually did after a shift. Darlinâ ran their fingers through his hair as he laid comfortable against their torso.
Willing his weight to lull them to sleep too, Darlinâ squeezed their eyes shut, if there was one night they didnât need trouble sleeping, it was this one.
They hadnât been surprised when he didnât question how nervous they seemed, he wouldnât want to make a deal about it. Probably considered it might embarrass Darlinâ and Sam never discouraged Darlinâ when they were trying something new.
They could only hope that would remain the same tonight.
Darlinâ didnât allow their mind to wander further than that. Focussing on Samâs steady breaths as the darkness covered them like a blanket. Darlinâ joined Sam in sweet slumber.
âDarlinâ?â They awoke, Samâs morning voice nowhere near as rough as it usually is.
That was because it wasnât morning, not really.
Darlinâ could hear the birds chirping outside, feel the faint heat from the sun through the blind in their bedroom.
But their hair was not tussled nearly as much as it would usually be and Darlinâ did not feel rested.
âHi Collins.â Darlinâ rasped, turning towards Sam whoâd somehow moved over to his side of the bed in the few minutes the couple had been unconscious.
âMorning already?â He questioned, brushing his hair out of his face with his fingers.
âMmm, kind of, technically I requested it to be afternoon.â Darlinâs face scrunched up. They really weren't sure how to go about this. If Sam didnât like it theyâd understand but figured it was worth a shot.
They watched as his face scrunched up in confusion. âYou requested it huh?â Sam pulled them towards him. âWell, I wouldnât mind a lie in, if you wanna doze back off again.â
Darlinâ let out a shaky laugh, of course he wouldnât question them behaving oddly, it was practically their favourite pastime.
âYou alright?â Sam had waited for an answer before speaking. âI can feel your heart beating against me, it's going a mile a minute.â
Sam had such an ease to him that for a second, Darlinâ almost considered nodding their head and staying curled up in bed with him.
âIâm okay.â They placed a gentle kiss against his soft lips. âJust- will you come downstairs with me?â
âSure.â
Taking on the exhausting task of climbing out of bed and stretching the couple made their way towards the back door, the window on it covered and Sam's confusion growing steadily by the minute.
âWhat are you up to?â He teased, that Southern drawl Darlinâ fell in love with elongating his words.
Darlinâ breathed for a moment.
âSeriously Darlinâ, is something going on.â
âNo,â they responded, instinctively. âI mean yeah there is but nothing bad, I hope.â Voice shaking, they continued, Sam waiting, listening, patient as ever. âItâs not actually morning; itâs not afternoon either.â
Sam nodded and Darlinâ couldnât tell if he was accepting that his mate had finally lost it or if he was genuinely taking in what they were saying. Maybe both.
âWeâre actually still up in our bedroom, asleep.â
Sam opened his mouth to reply before closing it again, speechless. That was a first.
âThis is a dream.â
âAh Darlinâ, I donâtâ He smiled, nervous.
âYouâre not dreaming, I mean, this is my dream but youâre in it.â Darlin brought their ramble to a stop as Sam stood as still as theyâd ever seen him.
âIâm in your dream...â Sam prompted.
Darlinâ grinned, this was stupid, theyâd taken on shifters and vampires far more powerful than them with more ease and less tension.
âMiloâs mate works with a Dreamwalker at the department and I commissioned? I donât um-â
Sam laughed bright but quiet. âYou asked them to make us a dream, in our own house?â There was no judgement present in his voice just a soft curiosity.
Darlinâ grinned, self-conscious but wolf-like all the same. âWell, we donât have to stay here but I figured it would be an easy starting point.
Sam grunted happily, âI have to say, I was not expecting this. Where are we visitinâ Darlin?â He stepped closer, a comforting gesture.
Darlinâ signalled towards the door. âOutside.â
âIn the garden? Well, I canât.â Darlinâ caught the exact moment Sam realised and they caught the exact moment that faded away.
âI canât.â He repeated, unsure. Unwilling to dare hope until it was confirmed.
âYou can.â Darlinâ whispered and Sam inhaled deep. âIf you want too, only if you want to.â They rubbed his arm gently, reassuring. Darlinâ knew how badly Sam had wanted this, but they also knew that this wasnât permanent. It wasnât the same and having to wake up from a dream heâd yearned for just to have to face the truth, that this wasnât reality. It might not be worth the torment.
âYou really mean? I- I donât know what...â The pace of his breathing increased rapidly. âI can.â
âYeah. You can.â Darlinâ stepped back, âThe Dreamwalker said that he couldnât guarantee it would be exactly the same and if you donât want to Sam, if itâs too difficult or-â
Sam stepped towards the door, just staring for a moment at them, then at the window. He lifted the blind with caution allowing the sunlight to seep through the glass and onto his arm, his skin. Not a single red mark, no burning.
Gasping but not a flinch in sight as Sam reached for the handle. âI want too.â
Darlinâ stood waiting in the entrance once heâd opened the door. Sam stood unmoving on the porch, still covered by the roof and taking it all in. He was about to feel sunlight for the first time in over a decade.
He reached his hand out âCome with me?â
Darlinâ met him âAlways.â
They creeped into the day together, barefoot and slow paced. Sam bared his face to the sky, his arms spread out, the warmth, the scent of the morning, the sounds of the animals in woods around their lawn. It was all so much.
And it was all for him.
A chuckle burst from Sam as Darlinâ admired the scene in front of them, certain their ears had never before had the pleasure of hearing a laugh so pure, so true. It was beautiful.
âThis is-â Sam couldnât stop the cheery laughter erupting from him. âYou are, so fuckinâ amazing.â
He closed the tiny gap between him and his mate, speeding to pick them up, Darlin clung on tight. Ignoring the tears in his eyes as his kissed them all over.
âI love you.â Darlinâ managed through the pecks and giggles.
âI love you too, so much.â Darlin wrapped their legs firmly around his waist, having gotten used to the fact that Sam could in fact, pick them up. âYou wanna go for a run?â
Darlinâ nodded tightly and with that Sam took off, speeding through the forest and around the trees, Darlinâ gasping at every sharp turn and acceleration.
Certain that Sam had never gone this fast before. It was amazing.
After a long while they stopped, both panting in the heat. âThat was, fast.â Darlinâ gasped between breaths, their adrenaline spiked.
âI thought you liked it fast.â He smirked, placing darlin on the ground, his hands lingering on their hips until they got their balance and then for a little while longer after that. âWanna head back?â
Darlin squinted their eyes, a plan forming. âMmm,hmm.â They stepped back a few paces. âRace ya.â
Shifting suddenly, Darlinâ rushed into the woods, ears pricked back awaiting the sounds of Sams footsteps behind them. Heâd give them a head-start, he always did.
Darlin dodged around the trees as fast as they could spot them, too focused on being fast to realise they were heading in the wrong direction. Sam ran around them a few times, slowing them or throwing them off course.
With the wind in their fur, they continued forward. Even when they knew they werenât being chased Darlinâ got an indescribable rush from playing with around with Sam like this, and they relished every second of it.
Spotting Sam stood waiting a couple hundred yards in front Darlinâ sped up, pouncing before giving themself the time to register he was holding his hands out.
They rolled, Darlinâ shifted back mid-air as the couple made their way down the hidden hill. Sputtering laughter as they landed in a field of grass and sunflowers. Sam on top cradling them.
He scanned over them checking for injuries quickly before pinning them down lightly. âGotchaâ
Darlinâ snorted âThat doesnât count, I got you first!â
âGot me? You launched us off a cliffâ Sam retorted, picking twigs out of their hair.
âItâs an ancient tactic, I knew what I was doingâ Darlin laid there, sarcastic and perfect and free and so themself.â
âOh, Iâm sure.â Sam laid down next to them, the heated grass enveloping him as he admired his mate. âYou look so Damn beautiful in the sun.â He observed and Darlin; didnât try to hide like usual.
Lying together in the grass, present in the moment. Sam clicked his teeth together after a long spell of silence.
âWhy where you so nervous?â
Darlinâ relaxed into his side, thinking. âI wasnât sure if youâd find it too hard to go back to, living in darkness again. I didnât want to pressure you, I guess.
Sam hummed, âI appreciate that, was just wondering.â He hugged them closer. âBut, Darlinâ?â
âHmm?â
âI ainât living in darkness. Iâve got my own light, and theyâre perfect.â
He leant in for a kiss, deep and slow. Stopping any of the shyness that might have over taken his mate because of his earnest.
âIâm glad you like it.â Darlinâ muttered,
âMmm, itâs the second-best gift I've ever gotten.â
âAnd what could possibly be the first?â Darlinâ teased.
âOh you know, just an unexpected, wild wolf crashing into my life a couple years agoâ.
At that Darlinâ let out another short burst of laughter, rolling up onto his lap, straddling him with legs at either side of his hips. âWell, I hope you're not burnt out with the surprises âcause I had one more thing planned, that I thought you might like.â They leant down to press kisses at his neck as he tilted his head back into the grass, holding their hips tight.
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Shoutout to @us3rnam3-r3dact3d and @floofdeloop for graciously contributing some ideas as I wrote this story! Thank you, amazing friends!
Thanks to @ode2youu for arranging the 2025 Redacted ValenSwap Event!
Any and all feedback is welcome and cherished. Summary, tags, and other details below the cut! PinkSPARKL's requested are in bold.
Rating: T; WC: ~2.5K; No Warnings
Characters: Lovely, Vincent, Porter
Pairings: Vincent/Lovely
Summary: When Lovely struggles to manage their new vampire fangs, Vincent frets that heâs failing them as a maker. A trip to the dentistâs office helps ease Lovelyâs pain and Vincentâs worry as the pair figure out how to move forward as vampires bound together forever.
Tags: Words of Praise, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dental Pain, Mentions of Medical Trauma, Newborn Vampire Struggles, Maker Struggles, Dorks in Love, Sleeping Magic, Touchstarved, Happy Ending, Fluff, Gender-Neutral Lovely, Oneshot, Complete
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