(thank you for the inspiration to make one @taelonsamada !)
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city of angels (angel/david/sam/darlin royalty au)
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it's your god-forsaken right to be loved (david and darlin role swap)
the number you are trying to reach is not available (darlin after sam's death)
im not saying i have all night, but!!!! do tell me all the ways mr. samuel collins would grant darlin the most stomach clenching, jaw dropping, 'make them squirt' orgasms to ever orgasmmmm >:3333
*settles into my chair* WELLLLLLLLL *puts on spicy playlist*
I just think-
Sam sees Darlin walk around his apartment in just the jersey with his number on it and is like "well there goes my plans" as one does. Sam corners them in the kitchen, throws them on the counter and says something heinous like "itadakimasu" and just lifts the jersey and eats them for breakfast.
Like, him groaning at the sight of his Darlin turned on, already messy for him. Taking them into his mouth, moaning at the taste, and sucking them down, stopping to lick up where they're leaking for him, tongue-fucking their hole.... fuck. I should write this.
I just think Sam riding the high of winning a game, cocky and exhilarated, fresh out of the shower and cornering Darlin by his truck and kissing them hard right there, leaving a hand high on their thigh while he drives them home, picking them up in the doorway and slamming them into the door and attacking their neck...
Being so turned on that they can't make it to the bed, he needs them right here, right now on the couch because he can't wait he burns for Darlin and he's so hard he can't stand it and Darlin looks so good wearing his jersey and his varsity jacket and those tight fucking jeans with the rips...
Sam tearing their clothes off their body, tossing them over the couch and kissing every inch of Darlin's body, across their collarbones and their nipples and their chest and down their ribs and between their legs and where they're begging for his touch, fingering them open and making them come once with his fingers, then again with his hands and his mouth, then having them ride him right there on the couch with their head thrown back and shouting while he fucks them just right...
And then, urgency sated, he can move them to the bedroom to fuck them again laid out on the bed with his mouth on the junction of their throat and shoulder and a hand on the center of their back making them arch and have to take it...
HELLO HELLO, I am back! Do I come bearing updates on the many fics I left abandoned? No, but instead have an incomplete snippet from an AU I was writing where Darlin is raised by the Solaire clan that i lost motivation for but maybe will return to sometime; in this scene Sam meets a menace of a teenaged wolf and Vincent is plagued by his annoying little sibling, the aforementioned menace wolf:
The smell of blood awakens him- dangerous, jubilant, and so alive he forgets for a moment that he's dead. Fangs shoot out before he's even opened his eyes, eager to dig into flesh and cut into veins. Squeezing his eyes tight enough that staticky stars dance behind his eyelids, he wills them away. They ignore him, his feeble mental plea drowned out by urgent hunger. He hasn't eaten since that fucking dinner, hasn't sated this new hunger no matter how many bags of blood he's been brought, and his body is mutinying.
Accepting this defeat, Sam peels his eyes open, squinting into the dark room he's occupied for the past four days. The first thing he notices are the boots- big, black platform combat boots unceremoniously plunked on the bed near his shoulder. His eyes, immediately acclimating to the lack of light with an unnatural ease that disgusts him, follow the shape of the boots up to the face of their owner.
A kid sits in the chair by the bed, mashing buttons on a game device whose weak light illuminates the scowl on their face. Messy hair falls into their eyes, and they impatiently shake their head, temporarily exposing-
The pulse of their jugular vein beats like a hammer in Sam's chest, fangs aching, his entire body tense like a live wire, ready to pounce, and why why why the FUCK would they bring a defenseless child into this room-
"FUCK my fucking life!" The kid snaps, snarling at the game in their hands viciously enough that it cuts through the haze of hunger and panic clouding Sam's mind, and something instinctive makes the back of his neck tickle with the awareness of another predator in the room.
A wolf, he thinks, as the kid turns eyes too luminous to be human from their screen to his face, registering his consciousness despite the fact that he hasn't moved. But still, even a shifter is surely no match for the *thing* he is now-
"Oh. You're alive."
They sound unaffected by this revelation in a way that Sam feels distantly that he should be offended by.
"Sort of," he croaks, voice rusty from disuse and thirst. He can't quite force his eyes away from the place where their blood sings the loudest. "You should- you have to leave. It's dangerous-"
The kid snorts, slouching further in the chair. "No offense, but you really couldn't take me right now. You look like a melted candlestick."
Sam grits his teeth, fangs digging uncomfortably into his lower lip. He counts to ten. Even on a full stomach, without his entire body remaking itself on a cellular level, he isn't the most patient person in the world. "Listen-"
"So how long are you gonna keep up the hunger strike for?"
Sam wonders if he's already died, if this is hell and his eternal punishment is being continuously interrupted by a mouthy teenager. "What?"
"Like, you know you can't un-vampire yourself, right?"
"I am not trying-"
"They're not going to let you out until you have something to drink, you know. You'd be, like, the saddest and lamest public safety hazard ever, but still."
[Etc etc etc, 13 year old Darlin has no time or patience for silly little things like existential crises or moral codes and is kind of a dick about it, Vincent eventually comes to check on Sam]
[unfinished below, dialogue only]
"You brat! What did I tell you about coming in here? Sam, I'm so sorry-"
"Yeah, Sammy boy, sorry for existing in your presence, clearly you're super busy- OW- fucking- don't shush me-"
"Insensitive little- shouldn't you be doing your homework?"
"Shouldn't you be making out with a mannequin at the Hot Topic?"
"I'm telling William that you are harassing a convalescing man and being a truant from homeschooling, which by the way, should not be possible!"
"Aren't you, like, fifty? And still a tattletale, sad."
HI HI!! its very good to see you again! so sorry if my post dragged u out of hiding, i just noticed i hadn’t seen u around in a good while and was wondering if i missed a url change or smth. fr no pressure to come back if u arent ready, but know that ur absence was felt and u were dearly missed! i hope life things get better soon <3333
-tankshaw
OMG no worries at all you're so sweet! I've been ready to come back but honestly just kept forgetting to unprivate as I've been dealing with graduation and moving stuff 😂
Thank you so so much though it's good to be back! 💕💕💕💕💕
Counting the hours, counting the seconds
'Till I can feel your bones...
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Sam learned something new about his Darlin' the evening of Valentine's day.
Darlin' decides after weeks of contemplation to put their words into practice with his blessing.
Part of the Hotboi Springback event that took place over on the discord server ^.^. Shout out to @zozo-01 for sharing the idea that led to the creation of this fic 🤭
To Sam damn near burning beneath the collar of his shirt as the final remnants of sleep were chased away by a certain wolf and their talented hands.
The air felt thin, his head beginning to spin as sharp teeth ached to sink into his lower lip. The longer he kept his eyes closed, the more intense the sensation became until he was sure he would fall somehow. What rest had lingered was replaced with flames lighting in his veins, spreading from his core to every limb and threatening to consume him from the inside out.
He hadn’t expected for them to follow through after their obvious embarrassment that night all those weeks ago: the same night their outing had been rudely interrupted by Quinn without the vamp ever needing to make an appearance.
Nothing a shower couldn’t fix, the evening taking a turn when Darlin’ had offered him themself despite on their way to falling asleep.
You can keep going…I don’t mind.
Before he could reply, shocked at the trust they had placed in him, they had sat up and looked down at him with wide eyes, heart racing like they’d just run a marathon. He’d spent the next twenty minutes calming them down, admitting that while it wasn’t his thing…he wouldn’t mind if they wanted it.
I’m yours, you know, he’d said, thumbing over their slowly calming pulse. You can do whatever you want to me. Awake or otherwise.
Their pulse had skyrocketed, undoing all the work he’d achieved as they spoke.
I never…considered that.
The words felt like absolute falsehood now as calloused hands continued to stroke and tease, mouth joining them and earning the first noise of many they’d pull from him this evening.
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I know I'm all alone in my little boat here but Darlin x Milo has me in a chokehold and I need to get it out!!
For one, Milo would absolutely call Darlin' Tank instead.
Thinking about Milo and Tank, they've been around each other since they were teenagers. Maybe there was some feelings, some fights. Two stubborn, strong-willed wolves with Asher always going on and on about their will-they-won't-they dynamic, much to Milo's chagrin.
Then they vanish off with some fancy-talking vamp and Milo's left with a yearning he refuses to admit to. He's got other things on his mind. He pretends that Tank's absence from pack meetings doesn't bother him but knowing they're gone, and in a worse place, weighs on him.
Then he finds them, battered and bloody, crumpled outside on his way home. They're hurt. They're half-delirious from blood loss and couldn't help themselves from going somewhere familiar - to someone familiar.
Milo patching them up as best he can, trying to get information out of them but they fight him tooth and nail at every turn. Just like the old days. All he knows is there's someone they're out for, someone they want to kill, and Milo can't tell anyone they're back in Dahlia. And just like Milo says to Sweetheart, as long as it doesn't affect the pack, he can do what he wants.
But it does and he doesn't know it.
Milo's place becoming Tank's safehouse, Milo trying to help Tank as much as he can but they're so tight-lipped about who they're hunting. But the two of them are getting closer. And Milo learns just how out of place Tank felt in the pack, with them, never feeling like they were really accepted.
David confronting Milo, absolutely pissed that two members of his pack are going behind his back. Milo and David, who are at this point more distant after the death of Gabe, and Milo having something to prove to David but has disappointed him.
Milo telling David that Tank doesn't think of themselves as a member of the Shaw pack, and hasn't in a long time, even before they left. Milo having to tell David that he didn't ask who it was Tank was hunting, scared that if he pushed or if he told David and they found out, they'd probably run and they'd never get them back and he doesn't want to lose them again.
Tank confronting Milo at the pack meeting, convinced he was the one who told, furious, hurt, and betrayed again, so tried of being betrayed, but Milo defending himself. Making it clear that he didn't tell David and Tank didn't tell him about Quinn either.
Tank's body being covered in scars from fights and Quinn. Being ashamed and disgusted as Milo, who spills compliments like a fountain, kisses each one of them. Milo's body-worshipping habits coming out at every unhappy frown Tank makes when they see themselves.
Milo buying Tank good looking clothes, fully at his wit's end with their unironed white tank top and jeans. Tank liking the clothes but never wearing them cause they seem so expensive, they should be for a special occasion. Milo's insistence that mulberry silk or not a shirt is a shirt so please fucking wEAR IT.
Asher's vindication when Milo and Tank finally make the leap into being mates. He's been on this train since they were teens, he's been suffering from an IRL slow-burn romance for half of his life!! Will not shut up about the fact that the "pack scrappers" finally got together.
Because my self-control is zero and I just think Darlin' is the most interesting listener character who also deserves the entire world and William Solaire's wallet.
Milo
Already wrote some about them here but they're my non-canon otp so ofc I wanna talk about them more
The pack's most photogenic couple. Milo puts in the effort to look good and dress well but Darlin' is just the most effortlessly good-looking. They can roll out of bed in yesterday's clothes and unbrushed hair and any candid shot looks like it belongs on an influencer's curated social media. It drives poor Milo crazy.
Before they moved in together, Milo would send messages to Darlin' throughout the day to let them know what he was up to and where he was going. They never asked but he knows it makes them more comfortable and he's always happy to do it.
Christian can't make his jokes about Milo's wolf size for nearly as long when he's mates with Darlin'. Darlin' isn't a brute, they're a protector, so of course they notice the way Milo's smile tightens when Christian piggybacks onto Ash's jokes. They give him three chances to knock it off and after he doesn't listen to them on strike three, they start swinging. Darlin' doesn't ask Milo to talk to David about how he's feeling but he has to anyway when David interrogates him about what caused Darlin' to break Christian's nose.
Darlin' has always been Marie's favorite and she has no problem saying as much. She's wanted them as her kid for as long as she's known them, little spitfire that they are, and is beyond happy when Milo finally makes it official.
This also means that Marie is Darlin's primary healer and gives them twice the ration of shit that she gives anyone else - including Milo! She loves them so much but will not hesitate to kick their ass for being reckless.
Milo is without a doubt Darlin's lifeline during pack meetings. It's a lot, being home and surrounded by people you thought would be fine without you - who are upset with you for thinking so - and Milo knows all the best places to escape with them. They never admit to needing a breather but he always knows.
Milo and Darlin train together!! They absolutely do!! Darlin' knows they can rock Milo's shit and he does too, and he loves it. When they spar or box together it's always going to end in a makeout session. He can't help it, they look so damn fine all fired up and sweaty. They've absolutely gotten caught but no amount of teasing will get them to stop.
Darlin' doesn't mind dressing up for Milo. It's not their thing usually, simple and maneuverable works best for them but every now and again they can be persuaded with plenty of kisses. Fancy restaurants make them feel out of place but Milo always seems so happy to see them under the light of glittery chandeliers and that makes them happy too.
One time he did manage to piss off Darlin' during a fancy dinner so they pretended to propose to him in front of the entire restaurant and it nearly gave him a heart attack. The cake and champagne they were given more than made up for it though.
When Darlin' sits down, Milo has the habit of coming up behind them and massaging their shoulders and neck. He has a hard time keeping his hands off of them at the best of times but he wants to help get rid of some of their stress so small random massages are his way of helping with that.
Darlin' likes things that are simple and physical, they're a tactile person so they've absolutely got a photo album of them and Milo. Marie even gave them some old pictures of them together from their teens for it. Milo finds it one day by accident and if it had him crying on their bedroom floor for 15 minutes that's between him and Aggro.
Speaking of Aggro, he has a love-hate relationship with Darlin'. They're convinced the cat hates them, the way he swats at them and hisses. They say Milo is Aggro's person and he's jealous that Darlin' takes up so much of his attention. But every night, he tries to climb up and sleep on Darlin's chest, head resting under their chin. And if Milo tries to move him to cuddle with Darlin' he gets a full-force bapping to the face until he gives up and lets Aggro do what he wants.
Darlin' has absolutely shifted and laid down so Aggro could climb up onto their back and nap there. They'll never tell a soul.
I talked about it in my other Milo post but Milo kissing Darlin's scars!! They've been through so much and it's affected their self-image so much. Milo can't stand that. So he kisses each and every one, even the ones that make Darlin' lip curl in disgust at themselves, and say something about them that he loves. Physical, emotional, about their personality. Anything. This praise king could go on forever. And he means it and that's what makes Darlin's heart ache the most.
And when they start to believe it, Milo couldn't be more proud. The crease between their brows when they see themselves smoothes out. They don't sneer at the bite marks that are dotted around their skin nearly as much. They get confidence in how they look, and in how desirable Milo finds them. He can't wait until it turns into true self-love.
Milo has no problem being the in-between for Darlin' and David. Both have strong personalities. Both can word things that, while meant to be loving, can be harsh and wound the one who hears them. Milo doesn't have a lot of patience, but he is fluent in Grumpy Wolf at this point. His interventions have honestly brought the unintentional hostility between them down and made it easier for them to talk about their thoughts, feelings, and opinions on their own.
When they're shifted, they're almost always stuck together. Doesn't matter if it's a hunt, a run during the Solstice, anything. They will not be separated. They're both ready to throw themselves headfirst into whatever danger might happen to protect the other, much to the exhaustion of the rest of the pack who really wish they would just stop throwing themselves into danger.
Asher
"Well mark me down as scared AND horny!" Has been Ash's response to basically everything Darlin' has done since they were teens.
Seriously, there would be no denying that Darlin' intimidated Asher when they joined the pack. A new wolf from outside of Dahlia joins the pack with a chip on their shoulder a mile wide and so fearless they'll jump in first into any problem??? They're intimidating but also!! They aren't mean to him!!
He was without a doubt one of the members of the pack who tried to help Darlin' integrate the most. He'd include them in anything he could, even if it made his other friends side-eye him. He was shameless about it too!! If they wouldn't spend time with him, he'd be following them around like a lost puppy. It was like they had a second shadow.
Some members of the pack scoff and roll their eyes at Asher but not Darlin'. Even if they don't seem interested in his rambling they're always paying attention. They've always listened. And he didn't realize how important that was to him until it was gone.
Becoming pack beta and David's second in command was a huge shift and he's well aware that plenty of people don't think he's up for it. But Darlin' was never one of them. They had their own quiet belief in Ash and what he could do, never questioned his fit for the role. Even as they withdrew from the pack they knew that David could handle it if he had Asher's support.
After Darlin' fell into the wrong crowd, Ash was the most vocal about getting them back and bringing them home. No argument mattered to him, Darlin' was a member of the pack and they needed to be there. He wasn't above saying it was just because he missed them. That didn't change when they stopped being teenagers. He still feels like a dumb kid with a huge crush who missed his chance.
Then, all at once, it all falls apart. Darlin's unempowered friend is almost killed, by Darln's own mate, and the Shaw pack is rallying behind them to try and push the department to act. Then it goes quiet. They leave, saying they're heading up to be with their family and Ash feels like someone hollowed out his chest. It's how he imagined it feels like when someone's mate dies - a constant ache in his chest. Which he knows he shouldn't feel because regardless of his feelings Darlin' isn't his mate. Hell, they just had to leave theirs because he was a shitty person!!
He's confused and it only gets worse when he finds out Darlin' had been lying to them. That Quinn was still at large, that they put the pack at risk, that they were putting themselves at risk trying to handle it alone. They didn't rely on the pack. On their friends. On him. And his impostor syndrome kicks him off on a spiral. But it doesn't take much to pull him out of it, not when Darlin' is finally back in his life.
As mates, Ash is the Will Smith red carpet meme. He wants everyone to look at his mate, to know that he's their mate and they're soooo in love!! It drives poor Darlin' insane.
And he can get away with it!! And damn near anything because Darlin' is so weak to Ash's puppy dog eyes. They have been since they were teens. If Asher wants a grilled cheese at 3 AM all he has to do is flash those eyes and Darlin' is hauling themselves out of bed, but grumbling about it the entire way.
Asher and Darlin' spend a lot of downtime gaming together. They trade recommendations back and forth, play each other's favorites, and terrorize everyone else who ends up in their lobbies. Darlin' can get a little heated and toxic during PVP but it's always defused by Asher doing an uwu voice and making Darlin' choke on their laughter.
David and Milo are happier than Asher when they finally get together, they've been listening to his lovesick pining for years and they're TIRED.
David
aka the character that got me into shipping Darlin' with their pack members
David and Darlin have such an interesting dynamic!! The devoted pack alpha and the wayward lone wolf. They both have strong personalities and we've seen them come into conflict with each other
But there's love there. There always has been.
I fully believe that in a David/Darlin' relationship, it'd be a case of he fell first and fell harder. It wasn't love at first sight, David's a bit too cynical for that even before his dad died. But there was a pull to the newcomer that drew him in and helping them settle in wasn't just because of his role as beta.
They were always there, in the background of David, Milo, and Asher's teenage years but never front and center. Always on the fringes, like they never found their footing. Something he wouldn't notice until it was too late.
Then Gabriel dies and Darlin' got together with Quinn. Instead of being distant, they're absent entirely. David knows that Quinn is their mate but something about that burns at his core, makes him feel queasy and unsettled. Like it's wrong. But htere's nothing he can do, he has a pack to run and protect.
The anger and hurt he feels when he finds out that they've been lying to him for so long. That they're trying to hunt down Quinn on their own, so stubborn and self-destructive. The fact that they consider themselves expendable and would risk breaking themselves to avenge their friend and protect the pack. He wants to shake them by the shoulders and tell them they're loved but he knows it'll be better to show them instead.
The pack meeting goes better than he hoped, with members both scolding and reassuring Darlin' of their place and their value. He watches them the whole time out of the corner of his eye and he says it's because he wants to make sure they don't bolt but he knows deep down he's just happy to see them back where they belong
The road to becoming mates is even more bumpy with Darlin' than it would be with Angel. He has to balance being their alpha and their partner and he already feels like he's failed them as a leader, they couldn't even trust him about Quinn.
The shift to being mates came with no small amount of arguing. Darlin' likes to fight with David on just about everything and it drives him crazy. It doesn't matter what it is, big or small it's always some kind of fight or contest and it makes his blood boil but at the same time he loves that little sparkle they get in their eye whenever they challenge him.
When there's a pack run and they're all shifted there's a 100% chance that Darlin' is gonna slam into David's flank and snap at him. Doesn't matter how many times he tells them to stop over the link, they're always going to start shit in a way even Asher wouldn't try.
Honestly, it's like David has two betas the way Darlin' and Asher flank him. And Darlin' isn't above mean-mugging clients if they think they aren't being taken seriously. (again, David tells them to stop. They don't.)
Scary movie nights are even more fun when David and Darlin' are sat next to each other, the contrast makes Darlin's abject terror even more hilarious.
I wrote about Milo and Darlin' before here and here and am doing it again cause I love 'em
Tank was Milo's nickname for them when they were teenagers. It was something special just between them, a precious thing that only they shared. It stayed that way for a long time until Milo slipped up and called them Tank in front of David and Asher. After that it just stuck, much to Milo's annoyance.
Milo and Tank are the muscle of the Shaw Pack. Yes, Ash and David are stronger than they are but if there's a situation that calls for two wolves that are always ready to throw down, Milo and Tank are on deck.
When Quinn was sending vampires after Tank they really got to show what they can do when paired up. Vampire fights are vicious on their own but having two short tempered wolves desperate to protect each other? It's messy and brutal.
And Milo is not above giving Tank shit for the stunts they pull while fighting because seriously, they're a wolf not an acrobat! Four paws in the ground if you don't mind!
Tank has been asked if they're working the security gigs again since they show up at so many of Milo's jobs but they deny it. Milo is just waiting for them to give in and officially get back to work for David. Tank is a protector, they like physical work, they look intimidating (if you don't know them), working security is basically a perfect fit. But he respects their hesitance and tells them they don't have to do anything they're not interested in.
The summer solstice sucks for all of the wolves but it always hits Tank especially hard. They feel more sick than the other wolves and the fact that they're physically weak messes with their emotions. So Milo preps even harder for the summer solstice when he and Tank get together.
He stocks their fridge up with foods that they like, he'll watch whatever shows or movies they want, or he'll just spend the day cuddling in bed with them. He actually finds having someone to look after makes the general awfulness of the solstice easier to manage though he still hates it.
Tank has absolutely convinced Milo to spend the entire night shifted with them out in the forest. They argue that it's like camping, Milo argues that camping usually involves a tent and not being a wolf with no thumbs but doesn't actually put up too much resistance.
This isn't enough to be a full fic, and it's not really conplete, but have a lil Sam and Darlin:
He woke up before them. His arms still wrapped tightly around his Darlin as they rested against his chest, he lifted his head from their hair to glance at the clock. Just before dawn. He sighed, content to listen to them breath, to the slow rhythm of their heartbeat.
He could have spent hours like that. He had before. On restless nights when the world felt like it was crumbling, he just held on to the only person who felt real and safe. His fingers traced the familiar patterns of their skin, every curve, plane, scar, and wrinkle were perfectly mapped in his mind's eye. With that intimate knowledge came affection.
Affection, the warmth that spread through his chest everything he looked at them. It filled him with the desire to hold them. To pull the away from the world and never let them be hurt again. It made him want to whisper ever word of love and kindness into their ear, so they wouldn't never doubt for even a second that someone cared about them.
His Darlin shifted, stretching and exposing their neck. Their skin was marred with bruising. Signs of his affection decorated their whole body. The juxtaposition of attraction.
The attraction that made him bite, spank, and choke. Harsh, painful things that they both wanted. So diffrent from affection, so violently hot and energetic.
Watching their slow waking face, Sam carefully ran the tip of his finger drown their nose. Before he could pull it out of the way, their teeth caught him. They didn't bite down, just sleepily growled, holding the digit hostage.
"Feeling feisty this mornin'?" He teased, giving their rear a pinch. They growled again, then used their tongue on his finger, giving it a hard suck. As they felt Sam's reaction they smiled, giving his hand a lick. "Hmm, yeah."
i actually think darlin is going to be team william on this one with their only exception to the plan being that he got their family involved without the pack's knowing consent instead of like, hiring an outside stealth to eavesdrop or something
like the vigilante justice aspect is definitely not gonna bother them and idk i just have a feeling they won't be that fussed about his methods
smh so not only does darlin have to meet their king in law but they also have to have their first meeting with him be while their partner and his best friend yell at him for carrying out an assassination during a party they went to
as a licensed party hater i am tsk-tsking sam for zipping around instead of avoiding socialization with darlin >:/ like buddy this is YOUR work life get back here and complain with me about how much you want to go home right now
the fact that closeknit's plan was to make the inversion happen so they could release a negative ad campaign about DUMP and get more people into the organization is honestly so funny to me... like guys this is a government agency i promise you don't have to kill 1000+ people to point out corruption and incompetence... weren't all of those 1000+ people also potential members of your cause... also what if david hadn't gotten the ward up in time and the shades started vacuuming everyone in dahlia including existing closeknit staff...
