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Scar, They/Them, Adult so mdni pls! idk tumblr very well but wanted somewhere to scream into the void w my writing. Asks and requests welcome :D

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Hey! Hi! Hello!

I'm Scar and I'm a writer who desperately needed a space to share my fanworks and brain rot. I'm an adult so MDNI pls & ty!

This is a side blog which I learnt the hard way means my likes and follows don't show up as from this account so I promise I'm not being rude T-T.

Behold my masterlist ! And now my ao3 (also scarscribblesstuff) ! I hope I did this right ahxbshxb

My hyperfixations and such are quite fluctuating but will try and keep with works I've got! Feel free to send asks for certain fics if u see I post about it somewhere on my feed and I'll do my best (if you are polite and I have time/spoons). I won't write NSFW tho so pls be respectful of that.

(Atm mainly into Redacted Audio but also interested in other stuffs :3 )

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Much appreciated and I hope you enjoy my writing :)

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When things get hard for the listeners their loves are always there to cheer them up in just the way they need.

Lovely who has spent too long staring into the mirror, poking at eyes and fangs that after all this time still don't yet feel like their own. Vincent swoops in at full speed to give them a peck on the cheek - it never fails to surprise them and Lovely turns to him in delight . They look into his eyes; eyes they trust, that they never for a second have doubted feeling safe to look into. Glimmering silver, like theirs but different, the only colour they've ever known his to have. And before they get too lost in their thoughts again, he's behind them, pressing a kiss behind their ear. To their left, trailing sweet kisses down their shoulder to their hand. And he doesn't stop until they burst into laughter, that's music to his ears, and kiss him back.

Freelancer pacing scorch marks into the ground, pouring over every inch of their latest exam of how they can possibly have done better. The paper is crumpled in their grasp and the page messy with scrawled handwriting that becomes increasingly illegible. Gavin knows not to interrupt the flow but will just move his shoulder with a wince, rubbing it. Freelancer's head snaps up. The y're immediately fussing over him, and he lets them; until he finds the perfect time to strike and insists on repaying them with a massage that simply must be done in their most comfortable pyjamas on the bed. And as they sink into his arms, exhausted, he relishes in them finally resting, knowing they can talk in the morning.

Dreamer is having a panic attack, fangs and wires intertwine into a hideous maelstrom in their head. They're hidden in a random storage closet on campus, praying no one needs new laminating sheets when they hear a voice. "Yes through here friends." And suddenly Corvus, Lincoln, and Theo are piling in with them. Lincoln is hunched awkwardly under the low ceiling, with Theo tucked underneath and Corvus riding on Lincoln's back. The sight is so ridiculous that they can't help but let out a short bark of a laugh. Lincoln (after setting Corvus down) will gently take their hands and help slow their breathing down; Theo pulls out a ridiculous amount of snacks and juices to offer them, and Corvus is softly listing rollercoaster facts, eyes darting between all the humans to ensure what he's doing is still correct and helping (it is).

When Doc's apathy threatens to overwhelm them, the creeping numbness that settles in the sidelines, they'll suddenly feel weight on them. Hush settles on top of them, pinning them to the sofa with just the right amount of weight. He also purrs. He read the sound can be soothing to some humans and so is trying it out. The sound sparks curiosity and comfort in Doc, and the relief in feeling again has them curling up around Hush.

Ollie comes back from work one day to find Baby curled up on the couch, red eyed and blankly staring at the tv screen. He'll drop his things in the doorway and rush to the closet, pulling out all the blankets and pillows they own. They'll try and peek at what he's doing but he'll pull the blanket back down over their eyes, stealing a kiss as he returns to his task. After thirty minutes he guides them to the bedroom where he's set up their own pillow fort, with fairy lights haphazardly strung over the bed. His laptop is set up with youtube open and they notice the telltale notification of Max's Pizza pop up on his phone. They have a proper cry, cuddled up in his arms while the two of them watch ttrpg breakdowns - save from the world in their fort.

Baaabe who gets cold super easily and Ash wakes up to them shivering and clinging to him tightly. Blindly he stretches his arm as far as he can go without disturbing them to grab one of the spare blankets he keeps under the bed.. He tosses it awkwardly over the two of them, while thanking his past self for always sleeping shirtless as Baaabe settles, his hand rubbing their back as they drift back into pleasant, warmer dreams.

On the inverse, Angel who struggles intensely in the heat and mourns cuddling with their husband every night. The house's AC is broken thank you wolf pack house party. They're overheated, miserable, and touch starved, sulking in the pool like an emotional crocodile. Also desperately missing his mate, David plans a small holiday to the beach. The air is cooler by the coast, and the small rental he finds is not only decorated to Angel's tastes but also fully equipped with AC. Nothing feels better than watching the love of his life's face light up as they pulled up, and he watches them fondly as the salt breeze sweeps over them.

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"Daveyyyyy!" Angel calls out to the house, kicking the door shut behind them. "I have a surprise!"

Juggling the grocery bags with their keys in their mouth, they slip their shoes off, and pad to the kitchen. They open a cupboard after setting everything down, reaching up on their tiptoes, before shutting it and nearly bumping into David.

They let out a small shriek before slapping his chest. "Idiot! Don't sneak up on me like that."

"Welcome home Angel." He snorts, kissing their forehead. "Nice to see you too."

Their facade drops fast and they immediately jump and wrap themselves around him. "Hi handsome."

The wolf chuckles against their lips as they kiss him. "What's your surprise, menace?"

Angel brightens instantly, "take me back to the counter, to the big bag."

"Oh of course your highness." He snorts, carrying them back, his voice dripping in sarcasm. "Anything else, my royal pain in the ass?"

"You joke but you still brought me here," they say, digging through the bag with one hand, "and you married me. In your face dipshit." They punctuate their final syllable with a kiss to his cheek.

"What a lovely way of looking at our vows."

"I agree."

He laughs again (like he does so much with his Angel), and nuzzles against the side of their neck, leaving a quick kiss there.

"Aha!" They pull their hand from the bag triumphantly holding a huge packet of biscuits. "For you, lover, your favourite cookies."

David blinks down at them in surprise. Angel's face immediately falls.

"Did I get the wrong ones?" They ask, double checking the label with a frown. "What's wrong?"

"I uh, those aren't my favourites Angel. I thought they were yours."

"These?" Angel wrinkles their nose in disgust. "You can like what you want but these are nasty."

"Then why are they always in the house?"

"I assumed you liked them! So I kept buying more whenever we ran out!" Angel insists, shaking the biscuits like they owed them money. "It's been a while since we had some, and I finally had some free time to get them today."

David shakes his head, "I've never liked them, I always assumed it was yours. The only other person I saw eating them was Ash I guessed it was something you two bonded over..."

He trails off and the two make eye contact as the realisation hits them simultaneously.

"That little shit!" Angel shrieks pulling out their phone, and ringing him instantly.

"Heyyyy mini alpha how's it hanging?" Asher answers after a few rings.

"Did you trick us into buying your favourite snacks asshole?" Angel demands down the phone while David types something on his phone.

"Wuh oh."

"Yeah 'wuh oh' is right Ash." David chimes in.

"Okay wait I can explain-"

David's phone starts ringing, he answers it, holding it up so Asher is able to hear loud and clear, "Asher you little shit, I've had these nasty things in my house for MONTHS just because you wanted to extend your stockpile?"

"I gotta keep up demand for the local area! They nearly got discontinued, I'm doing this for the greater good!" Asher protests.

Before any of the others can voice further complaints there's the sound of a door opening from Asher's side of the call.

"Asher?" Baaabe's voice calls out. "Did you trick our friends into stock piling cookies on your behalf?"

"Ohhh yeah they're gonna kick his ass." Milo snickers.

"I wish." Asher mutters causing everyone to groan. "Uhhh yeah Baaabe. I did. Kinda."

"Nice!" There's a ringing slap of a high five.

A chorus of protests emerge from Asher's phone, filling the room alongside his evil laughter.

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Lovely and Darlin as close friends is very important to me. I just love the concept of Lovely being the first person after Sam Darlin let themselves get close to.

They first meet Lovely very close after their first Solstice back with the Shaw pack - Sam deciding he wants to share what little family he has with them too.

Lovely is immediately so desperate to be their friend upon meeting them, the coolest person they've ever seen.

Darlin feels a little intimidated at first, uncomfortable with the attention. But when Lovely looks up at them with shining eyes and asks them "what's the best way to kick some ass?", Darlin gets a wicked grin on their face and thinks that maybe this won't be so bad.

And I think the two will often hang out together, just doing things they can't do with their nocturnally inclined partners. Darlin calls them 'Baby Fangs' (they claimed it was bc Lovely's original teeth were sharp, it was not. It's another short joke, they're unoriginal) and Lovely calls them 'Moonflower' (and is the only one allowed such a sappy nickname, Milo is still nursing a bruise from when he tried to make a lighthearted joke about it).

One morning, early, the two explain their scars; I imagine both their necks are heavily scarred from Quinn and Adam respectively. Lovely is grateful that Darlin doesn't shoot them that pitying look that's usually saved for kicked puppies. And Darlin is touched at how much Lovely cares but doesn't push; just holds the space for them. There's solace in not being alone, especially when the sun is rising so softly over the forest clearing Darlin took them to.

Seeing newborn vampire Lovely felt like ice to their core. They hadn't meant to have seen Lovely like this, but Vincent had gone to talk to William (and was in desperate need of rest that Sam was having to trick him into). And Darlin's habit of dropping by unannounced meant Sam didn't have the chance to warn them.

They're pinned to the ground at speed by an unfamiliar vamp, and immediately start shifting before they recognise the face and freeze up, almost allowing Lovely to bite them before Sam pulls them off. He restrains them and quickly checks on Darlin, who is completely shut down. He worries for a second that it's because they're hurt, but instead it's that helpless feeling they had of cradling their friend, bloody and afraid, after Quinn's attack all those years ago.

But there's nothing to fight here. No enemy to take down, no blows to withstand, no evil gaze to meet while you stand between your friend and the devil.

Only Lovely, Sparky, Baby Fangs; eyes now a dull silver. No more sunrises to share, no more awed curses as they do something stupid at the skatepark, no more human eyes sparkling as they bring Darlin their latest baking project to try. They try to tell themselves it's not over, Lovely is at least still alive, and will soon be able to recognise them. But the familiar ache of 'it's all my fault' settles around them. They should've been there to watch the Games, to support Sam and Lovely and Vincent and protect their pack an-

Sam wraps his arms around them tightly, nails lightly tracing circles across their skin, grounding them. The two sit together and mourn, quiet on Sam's kitchen floor. And when Vincent returns, Darlin helps Sam drag him to the bedroom for rest.

Darlin will often catch Lovely sat by the window, curtains drawn tight, the sunlight tinting the edges of the fabric gold. And they don't say anything, just settle beside Lovely, shifting to wolf form and gently bumping their head against their hand. Their eyes are different, their neck more scarred, and the quiet underlying sadness simmers a little stronger nowadays; but they are still the image of life in Darlin's eyes. They love watching the way Lovely's eyes light up as they feel coarse wolf fur under their finger tips. And the two watch the sunset this time instead, welcoming the night.

It is quiet, and for now at least, the world is good.

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Okay hear me out: Project Hail Mary but it's Avior and Starlight (spoilers for PHM below)

Avior, the demon who never wanted to leave Aria, forced onto the ship. His vessel imbued with enough magic and spellsong that will only get him to the Meridian and no further, a one way mission where he was the sacrifice.

Then out of the stars comes a beautiful creature, on the other side of the Meridian through the curtain of stars, a human. And they seem to shine the first time he sees their face peer through the glass, eyes reflecting the starlight.

So he calls them Starlight, since they don't speak in song. Pure magic seems to harm them, but a little song resounds within them and their engine. Slowly but surely they learn to trust and connect. Together they'll save the stars. Save the magic.

Avior finding something to be brave for. Starlight learning they're not alone.

He claims he has more than enough fuel to return to Aria and uses what little he has left to send them home. They protest upon finding his fuel tank stats but he puts their ship in autopilot before they can stop him.

He believes the last thing he'll see of them is them pounding on that same glass window, screaming for him, fighting to get back to their love.

Later when his ship starts to disintegrate into the meridian and he's so so tired, a glimpse of light catches his eye. He lets himself hope for just a second it's them, that he must be dreaming to be seeing their face through the starry blanket of the meridian once more.

But then a hand grabs him, and it burns in contact with the magic but it doesn't let go. And he's pulled through to safety away from last ashes of his ship.

"You came back. How did you find me? How did you manage to get the fuel I thought-"

They stop him with a hand over his heart "my heart sings for you."

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"That's completely unrealistic." David grumbles from behind the sofa. He was on his way to do something long forgotten when his attention was once again caught by Angel's latest game on the tv.

"I cook so much more now, how dare you!" Angel sticks their tongue out at him, eyes not leaving the screen. "And stop hovering, come sit with me!"

"Alright alright." He says begrudgingly, immediately settling beside them into his spot, (that they left clear for him always) and very happily tucks up against them. "Why is your mii frying a jpeg of a whole green pepper?"

Angel can't help but giggle at his incredulous tone, "They're a culinary genius."

"Your mii is so weird." He grumbles, wrapping his arms around them loosely.

Angel snuggles closer into his grip with a small hum, focusing on the tv.

The room is quiet but for the chattering of the game. Angel almost thinks he's dozed off (despite how vehemently he would deny it) until-

"Why aren't we dating in the game?" He grumbles, clearly not asleep. "It's possible, I saw it in that trailer you showed me."

They shrug, "just not happened yet."

"Ash and his mate are already married on your island."

They look up at him, eyes glinting mischievously. "Are you jealous?"

"No." David huffs, resting his chin on their head, "I just never want there to be a world where I'm without you by my side."

Angel melts instantly, dropping the controller, they start peppering kisses all over his face. He lets them, chuckling with each one before he catches their hands in his. He presses a soft, deliberate kiss to each knuckle; paying extra attention to their ring finger, before capturing their lips in a searing kiss.

Angel hums happily against him. He finally pulls back and they gently bump their forehead against his.

"You're so sweet."

"Only for you." He whispers back.

They wink, "don't worry, your secret's safe with me."

"I love you Angel."

"I love you too Davey."

"Now how do we make our miis date?"

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Lincoln has a pet moss ball he's named Laika because whenever he makes his apartment nearly weightless and floats, it floats with him. It was the closest thing to a pet he thought would be okay with this habit of his (he has always wanted a dog, but is hesitant to get one for a plethora of reasons). Whenever the moss ball needs a 'stretch' (a gentle roll to help it keeps its shape) he does it while lessening the gravity in the space, so the two can float together in the apartment before carefully placing it back into its jar.

He calls it 'taking Laika for a walk', which greatly confused Corvus and Dreamer when they first heard it out of context. Both of whom were then delighted to meet the moss ball, while Lincoln was terribly bashful about the whole thing. He was very pleased that Dreamer understood the significance of the name Laika, and watching them be so caring to his pet made him ridiculously flustered.

During one of their study dates, he definitely offers to show Dreamer how he floats with Laika to help it reshape. Definitely not as an excuse to hope they'll ask to hold his hand again.

Corvus absolutely got himself his own moss ball that he just has with him at all times, somehow. When he is bored in lectures (because he has done all the work, and he would much rather do what interests him) and Dreamer has told him to stop staring at them without blinking; the jar just ominously floats out from seemingly nowhere to rest on the desk in front of him.

Dreamer jokes they've been replaced by the moss ball - to which Corvus panics and assures them they are still one of his very best friends (they apologise and are learning to be more considerate of his literal thinking).

He named his moss ball 'The Mighty Surge' because it makes Dreamer laugh (and it's an excuse for fun facts). And he always likes to hear them laugh.

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Listened to the latest audio and loved the final visual that Erik left us with so wanted to write a short lil description of it since painting people isn't my forte (maybe I'll still give it a go).

Tw: early access spoilers, reference to fictional disasters and loss of life, reference to forced unconsciousness

Bestie is propped awkwardly on the cheap motel bed; hastily draped across thin sheets, tear streaked face relaxed against Blake's hoodie that had been rolled up and placed under their head.

The room is quiet. Far too quiet for a building of this size just off the main road from Dahlia to Kennedy.

The door opens silently, almost too afraid to make sound in front of the new presence entering. He shuffles in, footsteps haggard and the light behind him casts two shadows over the sleeping form. The light flickers, and the door falls shut behind him.

Blake runs a dusty hand over Bestie's face, wiping as gently as his shaking hands can over the tear tracks. It leaves a trail of crushed drywall down their cheek, and anger spikes through him at something else daring to try and soil what is his.

He exhales at the sight of the hoodie under their head, one hand clutching it in their sleep, softening his rage.

D'Dheridhan is pleased... as much as he can be. He is permitted one night. Then they must move again. And again. And again. And again. And agai-

Bestie twitches, breaking his reverie and panic shoots through him. Not yet. Not when he has tonight finally.

He flicks a wrist at the radio and it stutters to life. A cold blue light drips down half his face as he sinks to the floor.

"Tonight, breaking news, Kennedy authorities are reporting-"

Blake doesn't blink. Hardly moves as he watches Bestie's sleeping face. They're so still, so quiet. He likes them like this. He knows they're happy, he made a good dream. So happy and safe.

All his.

He slowly drifts down to sleep. He had earned his brief rest, but not to join their dreams.

Tomorrow they move again. His eyes finally slip closed, eyelids sore from disuse - as the radio crackles switching to a different channel.

Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you

Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you

But in your dreams, whatever they be

Dream a little dream of me

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A rare moment of Guy in charge happened when Honey was surrounded by some people he knew they didn’t like. They were at a mutual friend’s party together, but went separate ways to talk to their own friends.

Guy spotted them from across the room, checking in with them like he always does.

That’s when he saw their tight lips and strained expression.

“Sorry.” He said a quick apology to his group of friends and weaved through the crowd to find Honey.

Honey’s eyes widened when they saw him, like they can’t believe he’s there.

Guy reached over and grabbed their hand, leading them away wordlessly. Honey was relieved - they hated pretending to be someone else, and those friends always made them feel like they need to put on a mask.

He didn’t stop until they were outside the friend’s house, standing near a tree, away from any prying eyes.

Honey hugged him, burying their face in his chest, hands gripping his shirt at the back. They took a few deep breaths to calm themselves, all while Guy stroked their back in soothing motions, chin resting on the top of their head.

“You’re okay.” He whispered. “You’re okay.”

After a moment, Honey raised their head. Guy smiled, cupping their cheek. They looked so cute, as always.

Bashfully, Honey leaned to whisper in his ear.

“Thank you for saving me.”

Guy grinned, face lighting up. He leaned closer to rest his forehead against theirs.

“I’ll always come and save you.” He gave them a chaste kiss on the lips, noting with relief that they were smiling.

“Wanna go home?”

“Oh-No, we don’t have to. I know you haven’t seen your friends in a while.”

“Honey.” He booped them on the nose. “They’ll be fine without me. Besides, you’re more important. I’d rather you have a good time.”

“But what about you?”

“I have a good time if you have a good time.” He grinned.

Honey rolled their eyes, but intertwined their fingers with his, grateful for his presence.

Guy kissed the back of their hand. “Let’s go home.”

He knew Honey would feel bad if they were the one to suggest it. But there was no mistaking that little squeeze of their hand.

“I’m s-“

Guy kissed them before they could get the words out.

“Let’s go.”

He lead them home, hand in hand.

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Lincoln who took to painting and art to express himself while in therapy, and Dreamer one day coming across one of his sketchbooks and there's lots of cute doodles and sketches of the whole MAAM crew. (There's a series of attempts to draw various rollercoasters that Dreamer recognises from Corvus declaring his favourites).

One page in particular catches their eye; it's them with electricity dancing around their fingertips, looking happier than Dreamer can ever remember looking.

Lincoln is super flustered but Dreamer bullies him into giving them a copy of it that they've framed and keep in their apartment on their bedside table.

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"What?" Honey eventually asks, without looking up from their computer.

Guy had snuck into the kitchen ten minutes ago with a clipboard, and had been making increasingly desperate grabs for attention.

"Nothing Honey!" He replies, failing to temper down how ecstatic he was that they had finally acknowledged him. "Just doing some research."

Their gaze drifts over to him, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Mhm."

"Mhm indeed, fascinating." Guy pushes his glasses down to the bottom of his nose, nodding with a fake stern expression.

Rolling their eyes, Honey returns their attention to the screen, resuming their typing, holding back a small smile. He really managed to soften them over the years, not that they would admit it or complain.

"Administring independent variable now." Guy whispers right in their ear. They jump and try and push him away when he kisses their cheek.

They're left frozen, blinking at him. Normally they don't get so flustered but a long day and the (rarely achieved) element of surprise got them this time.

He mimics taking copious notes, giggling. "Subject seems taken off guard, more experiments must be applied in order to- woAH!"

His line of thought is cut off when 'the subject' grabs him by the shirt to capture his lips in a kiss. The clipboard falls to the ground as Guy happily reciprocates.

Honey pulls back satisfied from a beaming Guy. "Write that in your notes."

He picks up the clipboard and proudly shows it to them. It's full of meaningless scribbles and a small doodle of them with a heart next to them.

"All according to plan Honey." He cackles. "But if you want to put me in my place again I will not be complaining despite how it violates the integrity of my studies-"

And they kiss him again.

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Corvus' phone is very meticulously organised and all of his photos are notes on different slang and emoji meanings he has found online (based on what I have done to try and mask before lmao), except for two actual photos; one is a selfie Dreamer took on his phone of them, Lincoln, and Corvus at the amusement park. Lincoln is holding an inordinate amount of snacks where Dreamer clearly wanted to make them both try as many different ones as possible. Corvus is staring straight down the camera (he has an uncanny ability to always catch when someone's taking a picture of him and stares down the barrel of the camera which always garners a bit of shock for him and amusement for his friends). And Dreamer is smiling so brightly it's an almost blinding contrast to the persistent shadows under their eyes.

The other is a picture Corvus took of Dreamer fast asleep on Lincoln's shoulder.

These two are the only ones in his favourites folder.

His lockscreen is a slideshow of his favourite rollercoasters lol.

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The first time Gavin felt love from Freelancer caught him off guard.

He had become so in tune with their emotions from their time together. The rare times they were focused on something else (or at least trying to be), he found himself just watching them quietly. He had felt the love that radiated off of them when talking about their new friends, or old interests. But he'd never thought it could be for him, and certainly not like this.

He'd had a long day to say the least. Having to make a visit to both Aria and DAMN in the same day was a surefire way to exhaust him. Admittedly, he hadn't even needed to visit DAMN. But whether the incubus was willing to admit that he'd just visited hoping for a glimpse of Freelancer, was another matter.

So, deciding he needed a pick me up from his favourite human was how he ended up in Freelancer's apartment. They weren't here yet, but he could wait. Just being in the quiet, away from the staring eyes of the street helped. Normally he didn't mind indulging in strangers' ogling; but he today he wanted to be seen, not just stared at.

Gavin idles around the apartment - half investigating, half holding back. He typically feels no qualms about poking around human's homes, but again, Freelancer felt different.

He hears keys in the lock and quickly drops back onto their - truly horrid - couch. He shudders on impact. He'd have to fix this. Soon.

Meanwhile, Freelancer obliviously struggles through the doorway. They're laden down with textbooks and reference materials from studying with Damien, as well as various new schedules and papers from Lasko, and a fresh bottle of water from Huxley.

Frankly, they look exhausted.

Gavin opened his mouth to quip some line about breaking and entering when they look up and meet his gaze. The feelings hit him like a arrow to the chest. A huge burst of joy (spiked with a little shock at seeing someone in their apartment, they were still getting used to demons randomly appearing in their living space) hit him as their eyes locked. Curiosity, fatigue, hope, self consciousness, attraction, followed in star trails, blazing around the joy, as they instinctively smile. And then he feels it. Lapping against the shore, hidden to the edges of their heart-

Love.

He doesn't respond, frozen in place with his mouth half open... He hadn't done anything. He watched as the most wonderful person he'd ever met light up just at the sight of him on their couch.

"Gavin." They beam, a little heat rising to their face. "I'm sorry the place is such a mess, that I'm such a mess right now-" They pause examining him closer, tilting their head to one side. "Are you alright?"

"Never better, my Deviant." The incubus purrs, regaining himself. He slides off the sofa and smoothly steals their bags from their grasp, setting them down safely on the floor. "And don't apologise. I came here unannounced I do not expect you to be perfectly prepared for guests at all times." He murmurs, hovering just before their lips. "I would like a kiss though."

The laugh that rings out from them is beautiful. Sending peals of affection and love through the room from their core once again.

"Well of course, Gavin." They smile against his lips as they happily oblige his request.

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Redactober Day 28: Orchard/Farm

Characters: Sam/Darlin

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/4NRdeFeU2NUG9p9gRxZ5Q6

Finishing up this writing challenge slowly but surely bc I'm Doing My Best. Side note: I think Sam would marry Penny in Stardew. No reason why just vibes tbh. Regardless, here's the fic on ao3 if that is preferred.

Do not feed to AI, claim as your own, or repost to other platforms without my permission. The characters belong to Redacted Audio and this is a fan work. Hope y'all enjoy!

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“SAM WHERE ARE YOU?!” Darlin screams as they're backed into a corner, pushing back frantically against the onslaught of monsters.

“Shit, what's happening?” Sam stops what he’s doing immediately. 

“I can't hold out much longer Sam.” They gasp out as sharp claws rake across their arm.

He swears under his breath. “I'm running now, where are you?!”

“I'm just- NOOOO!” Darlin sinks down in their chair in defeat, groaning into their hands.

Sam stops running towards the mines, and reaches over to pat their back sympathetically. “S’alright Darlin, Doctor Harvey won't charge that much.”

“You’d think he’d give a discount considering I went and married him.” Darlin grumbles, refusing to look back up at the screen.

“We don’t need a discount Darlin, we earn enough from our farm animals.” He says proudly gesturing to the coop he had returned to.

“You don't charge me for healing!” They insist, finally leaving the safety of their hands to stare angrily at Harvey and his worried lecture on the screen.

He snorts, “no; but if I was a small town doctor who kept watching you fling yourself in those mines, I’d cash that check in early. Capitalism is hell baby.”

They sigh melodramatically, “you’re so mean to me.”

“I am not.” His eyes narrow, “now stop pouting and come back and help me with these chickens.”

“If you wanted to get so many chickens old man, you should be able to take care of them yourself.” They tease in mock sternness, moving back to the computer and making their way to the farm.

“How dare you, these are all valuable members of the farm.” He happily pets a pair of chickens called 'Vincent' and 'Sparky'. “‘Sides, look how cute these lil guys are.” 

They grumble playfully as they arrive in the cozy wooden coop. “I suppose.” 

“Don't you 'suppose’, you big softie, I've know you've been eyein’ up that plushie.”

Darlin slams their hands on the table, eyes narrowed, “who snitched?” 

“You doubt I saw it myself?”

“No I know I was careful, vampires don't come with xray last I checked.”

“It was Milo.” Sam confesses with a wry grin.

“That little shit!” Darlin cries out immediately. “Emphasis on the little!”

He chuckles standing to wrap his arms around their shoulders from behind. “Now don't go pouting Darlin, I actually got you something.”

“I am not pouting and you didn't have to get me anything.” They grumble, holding the grumpy facade as much as they could while leaning into his touch so happily.

He gives them a kiss on the head, ignoring the rebuff and disappears into the bedroom.

“Here.” He hands them the void chicken plushie that Milo had seen them browsing before a pack meeting.

“Wha- why?” They splutter, trying to fight off their initial instinct to reject the gift and hide from the loving gesture.

He shrugs, returning to his laptop. “Wanted to get ya something. It's nice to play something with you where we work together; mind you, I love spendin’ any time with you. But I don't know, this is... nice.”

“Thank you.” They murmur, avoiding his gaze, and clutching the plush chicken to their chest. “I love it.”

The sweet moment is slightly undercut by Sam whispering to himself without thinking. “That's 240 friendship points.”

Their head whips around instantly. “Are you trying to stardew valley me Samuel Collins?” Darlin glares.

“...no.” There's not nearly enough shame on his face for Darlin’s liking.

“Okay we're taking a break, this game has broken you. Congratulations.” 

“Nooo Darlin we can’t, I was gonna head to Robin’s tomorrow to upgrade the house!” Sam pleads.

Darlin internally relishes the more playful side of their vampire, that's been able to emerge ever since he’d left the Solaire Clan with Vincent and his partner. Before proceeding to bully him.

“Should've thought about that before misbehaving then.” They shake their head, failing to bite back their huge stupid grin.

Sam chuckles lowly, moving to stand over them he tilts their chin up delicately. “Then let me make it up to you Darlin’.” And he captures their lips in his.

The plushie was given a point of pride in their shared bedroom, with a little name tag that reads ‘Love’.

[romirola]

Romi's wRiting Roundup 2025!

Thank you for the tag, @cyanbugremix! I love to see all the posts reflecting on writing (or other artistic creations!) for the year. In that spirit, I'm going to list all the titles of fics I posted to my AO3 this year, tag some others to invite them without pressure to do the same (any kind of media!), and invite anyone to ask any questions about these fics if you're curious! Tagging @us3rnam3-r3dact3d, @scarscribblesstuff, @pinksparkl, @thatweirdomidas, @sincerelywhistler, @pycth, @takingback-thepenguin, @kaciart, and ANYONE who'd like to join the fun!

Completed Redactedverse fics: Growing Pains, The Prince Shifter (A Redactedverse/Princess Bride AU), Après, En Route to Entrancement (Rated M for nonsexual intimacy: 18+ only, please!), and 4 additional chapters of my oneshot collection, Snapshots of Dahlia (G-T)

Pride Series fic: Control Freak

Currently working on... a Redactedverse/Mulan AU!

Wishing a happy 2026 to all!

[scarscribblesstuff]

It's been four years since the Inversion.

(Tw: mentions of grief, fictional tragedy, nightmares)

6:26pm

Lovely barely registers Vincent's presence until his arms wrap around their waist pulling them in closer. He's quiet for once, no opening line or joke, they realise he's waiting for them to speak. They press a gentle kiss to the top of his head, turning to face him, arms settling naturally to rest on his shoulders, playing with his hair.

"I wasn't thinking about it yet. Just... around it, you know?"

He nods thoughtfully, thumb tracing meaningless patterns on their hip, needing no explanation from them. "I know. Do you want to think about it?"

They shake their head softly, a small smile on their lips. "Not tonight. I think I'd rather hide with you on the couch and pretend it's not new years."

"I can do that my love." He gives them an exaggerated wink and picks them up effortlessly, causing them to burst into laughter. They press their forehead to his.

Technically it isn't lying when neither of them mention how familiar this position is for the anniversary of Lovely's death.

7:30pm

An unimpressed bark breaks the quiet of Avior and Starlight's apartment. Starlight pauses the film looking up in surprise. "How does it always creep up on me? I guess it's dinner time."

They pad over to the kitchen where a very excited old dog wags expectantly by her food bowl; Avior follows them in, tail also swaying happily as he watches his love move around the cupboards. "Can I make you something Starlight?"

"Only if you don't mind dearest." They smile over their shoulder at the demon. "Have you fed enough today? I'm sure there's plenty of anticipation of nothing else tonight if you want to go out."

He shakes his head, "I've had plenty, no need to fret. Besides whenever you look at me I-"

They look up at him and the words catch in his throat. Every time they look at him or he speaks, he feels a spark of love from them and it warms him down to his core.

"Whenever I look at you, what?" They ask curiously, smile dancing on their lips.

His tail wraps around their waist and he pulls them close to him, chuckling at the surprised noise they make. "I just feel... so loved."

Starlight reaches up to cup his cheek - there's a magical scar there, ever since Hush was dragged out from him, as if a part of him was displaced just out of sight. He doesn't flinch when their hand gently smooths over it, leaning into their touch.

The moment is broken by another grumpy bark from the ground and the two break away laughing; Avior catching their hand before they can fully leave his embrace and levitating the dog bowl down.

"I love you Starlight, I'm glad to be with you today."

8:59pm

"Huxley." Damien's protests fall on unrelenting ears as Huxley moves around the apartment like a man possessed. "Hux, baby seriously-"

"No Dames it's fine really." The earth elemental shakes his head, sweating a little. "It's no sweat."

Damien raises an unimpressed eyebrow, "you're literally sweating."

"Oh. Right. But I mean it's okay. I just don't want you to be cold." Huxley waves his boyfriend off, gathering blankets and turning up the space heater in the already heated living room.

"Okay, stop. Please." Damien steps forward and unplugs the heater. Stepping in front of Huxley, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Talk to me. What's up with you tonight?"

"I..." Huxley swallows, wiping his brow. "I just got in my head a-about tonight I guess and I didn't want you to feel- like just in case. I know the Solstice is over but I didn't want you to be thinking about cold and-" he gestures helplessly to the heater and blankets, "then this all kinda happened."

Damien blinks, a short laugh escaping him despite himself. "Baby I'm fine. It honestly hasn't even been on my mind today, I've been cooking most of the day for the party tonight." He cups Huxley's face, "but it seems like it's been on yours."

At the touch Huxley melts, guilt flooding his features, he could never hide anything from Damien. "I already left you at the Solstice and thinking of it today made me feel worse about that. A-and it snowed today and I miss Xavier, I feel bad for not missing him more. And then I feel bad for feeling bad, y'know?"

Damien feels his heart twist and pulls him into a hug. "You carry too much Hux. It's okay to talk to me about this stuff you know?" He rubs Huxley's back in smooth comforting circles. "You didn't leave me at the Solstice, I was with Lasko. And you feeling things a bit harder this year doesn't say anything about times you weren't. Wounds heal, there is no shame in that."

Huxley buries his face in Damien's shoulder, not speaking but Damien feels his shoulder dampen with tears. Before the fire elemental can speak he feels three taps on his back.

"I love you too Huxley." He whispers, and holds his boyfriend a little tighter.

10:18pm

"Dammit! We should never have let you two team up." Elliott throws down his cards in mock disgust, pointing a finger accusingly at Aaron and Sunshine.

"Betrayed by the ones we trusted most." Smartass shakes their head at Aaron, with a glint in their eye that he knows means trouble. "I think they cheated."

Sunshine gasps a dramatic hand to their chest. "Such accusations! You wound us! Oh lover of mine, surely you don't agree with this?"

"I don't know..." Elliott trails off, poking them with his foot under the table, drawing another scandalised vocalization from them.

"You should know that Sunshine and I have a team of lawyers on standby for an occasion such as this." Aaron deadpans, the corner of his mouth twitching as he fights off a smirk. "And should your defamation continue, we will not be afraid to follow up with a cease and desist."

"Yeah get their asses Aaron!" Sunshine cheers. "Anyone want a drink while I'm in the kitchen?"

"I'll take another champagne if you don't mind." Aaron holds out his glass.

"Sure thing! Anyone else?"

The other two shake their head and Sunshine stands up. They head to the kitchen and see how dark it is, as they take another step towards it they feel Elliott immediately by their side.

"You guys okay?" Smartass asks looking up.

"Yeah I just," Elliott shifts a little, in his spot, laughing uncomfortably. "I don't know, I didn't want to see them go off on their own."

Sunshine's hand slips into his and realises quietly they also didn't want to part from him either. "It's okay, Eli can help me with drinks and maybe some extra snacks."

They look up and think they see a face at the window and their grip on the Dreamwalker's hand tightens. There had been a slight unease in them all day as if remembering a bad dream. But with another look at the window it's gone; and they shake it off, heading into the kitchen, Elliott in tow.

10:21pm

Brachium watches the small family silently. He had vowed not to disturb their peace again, but that did not mean he did not long to be a part of it. While he would never willingly go back to the hazy moments of wondering the cool sands of death, he did miss the warmth that his little drop of Sunshine had brought him.

Scorpius watches from further back, impatient. "Listen Brachium if we don't leave now they might see us. The quicker we can capture Blake and deal with Closeknit, the quicker you can all have your little family reunion."

"I do not know if they would even wish to see me." He whispers, and he startles as for the first time since he was freed from death, he feels tears on his face once more. "I merely wished to see their serenity once again. Besides, it sustains me well."

He watches as Sunshine stands up, the fear crossing theirs and Elliott's faces and he steps closer, protectively, without thinking.

He catches Sunshine's eye, they don't recognise him, not properly through the glass and darkness. And with that he moves away, back to the shadows. And he and Scorpius are gone before they can double take.

11:55pm

"And this is a common ritual?" Hush asks watching the swarm of people moving in the street below.

"For some people." Doc shrugs. "Not everyone celebrates the same calendar, but moving into the New Year is often a very big event."

"But you do not wish to join them?" Hush inquires, turning his head to watch them inquisitively.

They shake their head, "nah. It's a... weird time of year for me, so I don't always celebrate."

Hush looks disappointed but weighs his response carefully. "So you do not desire to take part in... any of the common events for this evening?"

"What did you have in mind?" They eye him suspiciously, fighting off a smile.

"I simply read about it being good luck for the coming year to share a kiss at midnight. And I would like good luck. And to kiss you. But I don't want to force you if it would still be 'weird'."

They snort, making their way over to him at the window. "I think I'll be okay, but I appreciate the thought. Besides being with you makes things feel better."

"Good. You make me feel better too." He says quietly, taking their hand in his.

There's shouts on the street and Doc steps closer to Hush. And they both lean in, just as the count down draws to its end.

12:04am

"Ash. Asher, baby wake up." Baaabe gently strokes their mate's arm. The new year fireworks were screaming outside and Asher was having a nightmare.

Baaabe had made an effort to stay up, knowing Asher calling out of the pack celebration wasn't the best sign for a restful night. Not tonight. They hate being right as they watch his face scrunch up in fear.

Suddenly he sits upright with gasping breaths, clutching his chest.

"T-the river-" he chokes out wildly, looking around before seeing Baaabe and grabbing their hands.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. You're at home with me. Feel the bed, feel my hands." They squeeze his hands gently and he clings to them like a lifeline. "You're safe Ash, you're okay."

Slowly his breaths begin to match theirs and he becomes more aware of his surroundings. The wolf sinks back into his pillows with a sigh. "Sorry Baaabe, I didn't mean to wake you. I was hoping taking the night off from the party would help me chill out."

"It's okay, I was already awake." They murmur, running a hand along his arm. "What do you need from me?"

"Cuddles would be nice. I wanna hold you." He asks hoarsely, and they smile, resting their head on his chest.

"What were you saying about a river?" Baaabe asks quietly, comforted by his more steady heartbeat.

"Hm? I don't know, must've been part of the dream." He murmurs, petting their hair gently. "Can you... hum for a little bit? Just something to focus on."

They kiss just above his scar, their way of saying 'of course', and begin to hum. Asher watches them silently for a while until he can't fight the pull any longer and he drifts back into a much more peaceful sleep.

1:18am

"Hey you." Milo breaks Sweetheart's trance as they watch the night sky torn apart by light. He hands them a glass, raising his own. "To another year with you baby."

They clink their glass against his, "happy new year Milo."

"Ma says Aggro is buried under his blankets but doing okay."

This lessons some of the stress in Sweethearts shoulders as they take a sip. "Good. I'm glad."

A firework explodes behind Milo and Sweetheart flinches at the image.

"Can we go home now?" They whisper, "I'm really tired."

"Yeah of course Sweetheart." Milo kisses the back of their hand. "I'll never say no to you taking rest when you need it."

They smile weakly, praying he misses their moment of weakness as fatigue and allow him to take them home. "Wolf cuddles tonight?" Sweetheart asks looping their arm through his.

Milo flashes them a grin that shows off his sharp teeth. "You need only ask lover, and I will provide."

[scarscribblesstuff]

Writing Roundup, 2025!

Thank you so much for the tag, @romirola !!

I'm relatively new to posting my stuff on Redacted as I started this year but already people have been so lovely and it has been such a joy to share my writing, something I haven't felt brave enough to do for a long time!

It is always so cool to see the creative endeavors of this community and I have been stunned by the plethora of such incredible art and writing that has come from everyone!

Since this is a round up I'm going to list the a few favourite titles of fics I posted this year (and my masterlist bc I posted around 68 fics in oneshots/redactober alone haha).

Tagging anyone who'd like to join the fun since all my moots have already been tagged! <3

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Some of my fav Redactedverse fics of the year: (All available on my tumblr and ao3)

⭐ Birds of a feather - Dreamer accidentally ends up in their bois dreams

⭐ Not Going Anywhere - Anton and Love return home to one another after a two week long work trip

⭐ Beach Day (Night) - the Shaw pack and their new vamp friends have a party on the beach

⭐ Rest - Ollie/Baby, where Ollie stops Baby from overworking during a pain flare up.

⭐ Recipe for Love (me and you) - Vincent/Lovely, where Vincent comes home after studying with groceries.

⭐ Three Idiots, One Braincell (yet to be found) - where three idiots get stuck on a raft in a lake

⭐ Cinnamon Buns - Sam & Lovely, where they have a chat post inversion

⭐ Hi! Welcome to Max's Rustic Pizza - Honey/Guy, where Honey walks Guy home after work

⭐Tales of Redactia - Fairytale AU of the Redactedverse!! (Check the warnings on this please!! also check out the map for the world I made here :3 )

⭐Redactober 2025

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Currently working on:

More oneshots for MAAM, Chapter 3 of Tales of Redactia, and the remnants of Redactober I'm yet to finish lol

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Happy 2026 to you all!