#Redactober 2024

[escapisttt]

redactober day 28 SAMMM

samuel collins plays pool. ughhhhh he plays and he plays so well. plays with david at get-togethers and always wins. pisses david off a lil but he’s always super polite to sam so he doesn’t really show it. pool is one of the things sam is confident ab. ughhh him leaning over the pool table lining up his shot oh god.

[venuslove-28]

asher + affirmations

imperfect redactober bc im not used to drawing w ink, ignore the poor proportions

[autisticempathydaemon]

🖤Redactober 2024🖤

🎃It’s that time of year again~!🎃

Event Notes:

If you don’t have the voice for Talktober or the dirty mind for Kinktober, why not take part in Redactober- a fun, low-threshold event meant to bring us together as a fandom and inspire us to create and share?

This year, we’ll be going a little more freeform. I give you a Redacted man, listed alphabetically, and you choose the prompt as long as it starts with that man’s first initial. (We’re gonna have to get creative with A-words, y’all.)

With that prompt, create something! Write a fic! Sketch some art! Put together some headcanons, draft a song, canva together a moodboard, wherever the Halloween spirit takes you!

Whatever you create, please tag it “#Redactober 2024” so we can look through them and share. Though I won’t be participating every day due to prior engagements, I’ll be making an effort to reblog all the entries 💕

Have fun 🎃

[themeridian]

Redactober 2024 !!!!!!!!

Day 21: Lasko

after the "are you lasky" incident, the crew called him lasky so much he would respond to it better than his actual name

[moronkyne]

Redactober; Day 3, Asher

Prompt; Accidents. Maybe you just so happened to accidentally confess to your future beta. Maybe Moronkyne was out of ideas already. Maybe I’m about to go cry.

[deezbignutz]

REDACTOBER :33333333333

Day 16: GUY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What a little poopity scoop <3

[ryukawa29]

@autisticempathydaemon ‘s Redactober days 2-6 (adam - asher - anton - avior - blake)

I legit forgot to post these on tumblr (cause i only post these on discord lol)

Hehe

[thesolaireslawyer]

Dear Treasure

A/N - this was the very first redactober fic i wrote lmfao

The prompt for this one was Part with

Deputy read by the lovely @achios

Porter x Treasure Angst

Treasure breathed a sigh of relief as they stepped inside their home. Hanging out with their friends was always a draining experience. Perhaps they shouldn't have accepted their half-assed apologies. But sometimes, they let others walk over them. It was something they were trying to grow out of, but old habits die hard. 

Slipping out of their shoes and locking the door they made their way to the kitchen. They needed something to drink. Whether it was actual alcohol or water didn’t matter. They just needed something to quench their dry throat. 

As they reached for a glass, they could feel the slender touch of someone else's hands—cold yet warm. He had a habit of doing this; just showing up, and maybe they loved that about him. It was like he was a personal comfort. 

Or at least till he leaves them for weeks at a time. Though having that conversation again would burn them out more than they already are at least. They needed relaxation; a deep sigh left their mouth as they leaned into the arms of the man they loved. 

‘’ Treasure.. Oh, how I’ve missed you. ‘’ his tone was different, he seemed.. Upset. And that troubled them. 

‘’ Porter, I have missed you as well.. Today has been long. ‘’ A small yawn ripped through them. 

‘’ Tell me all about my dearest.. ‘’ There it was, that tone again.

‘’ Porter.. What is troubling you.? ‘’ They were no longer looking to clear their thirst as they brought their hands down and turned to face their companion. They wanted to get a closer look at his face; to be able to read him. 

They wanted to figure out what was wrong with him. They’d had a long night but they could push what they needed in order to help him. 

‘’ Treasure.. I may not know you well.. But I know you well enough. ‘’ The slight change in his tone was better; similar but different. However he wasn’t wrong, after their trip to the fair. He’d grown to know them. 

However, he picked up a skill, learning how to read them. So as they stood inches away from each other's faces and the cup on the counter; hearts in sync.. He could feel Treasure's hand sliding up his arms, eventually reaching his face. Locking their eyes with his.. Their warmth felt nice and undeserved.

He grabbed their hand and placed a small kiss in the center of it, the last night they shared together would be one of fun. Just simple pleasures- he didn’t deserve any more than that. His eyes found their way back to their face. They screamed tired, yet a glimpse of hope was there. Almost as if they knew what he planned to do. His hand now finding its way to their warm skin was comforting. An experience he grew to love.. A beauty that could rival that of the divines.. 

‘’ It was just a long day. ‘’ They expressed clinging to his new embrace. 

‘’ Perhaps we should head to bed then, you can tell me all about it.’’ 

Though they wanted to help him, their body needed the rest. And this is a perfect time to practice breaking that bad habit of theirs. After all, Porter wasn’t a friend that would take advantage of their kindness. He made the effort to See Them, to know them. He made an effort that their so-called friends didn’t. 

Perhaps they’ll make the effort to better themselves. So as he took their hand to lead them to the bedroom. They went without question, they didn’t have the energy to disagree nor did they want to. 

Porter was lost in his thoughts, was coming here a bad idea? No. Leaving without a word would’ve made them feel like it was their fault. It's not anyone's fault, he knew his job was dangerous. He knew one day this day would arrive. 

The day he had to leave his Treasure. The one thing that he had left in this life. This life.. He wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. Nor the familial issues it came with-

‘’ are you going to join me under the covers? ‘’ Treasure eyed the man sitting on the edge of the bed- something was bothering him. They wanted to say something else but they needed their rest. The day was long and they were drained.. They cared for the vampire but.. They couldn’t listen to anyone else today. 

‘’ yes, my dear.. I was just thinking,‘’ he said as he climbed into bed, right next to them. With some more movements and blanket readjustments. Treasure laid in porters arms. 

‘’ Now.. tell me about that day of yours. ‘’ 

___

The sun shone on Treasure's face, slowly but surely waking them up. If it was morning they didn’t expect their vampire companion to still be here. Throwing their feet on the other side of the bed and stepping off they needed to get their day started. 

A cup of coffee would help them. Or at least wake them fully up. However, a surprise they weren’t to see was a freshly brewed pot of coffee and a letter under it. The only person in their home was Porter and they doubted anyone breaking in. 

Grabbing a coffee cup from the cabinet they poured some coffee into the cup and glanced at the letter… hm.. It had been addressed to them. And it was from Porter.. He was the only one who called them Treasure after all.

Why would he leave them a letter? He could have just told them whatever he needed to say. Taking in a deep sigh they grabbed the letter unfolding it in the process. Just what had Porter wanted to say? 

Dear Treasure 

If you’re reading this, I had to leave.. Not because I wanted to, but rather because my job forced me to leave. The life of Porter Solaire is not an easy one. And you were one of the only things. That truly made me remember the goods in companionship. 

When you’ve been around for as long as I have you forget things like that and you can tend to flock to one-time things. But you were different, something I couldn’t explain.. Perhaps it was the way you smiled at me. Or maybe the way you could read me.. See through the walls I had so had high up, and just knock them down. 

Treasure knowing you has been amazing. And leaving you is the last thing I wanted to do. But I have to draw the line between causing you pain or having to live with your death on my hands. I’d rather cause the pain of leaving you behind.

We may not have known each other well enough to be considered lovers.. And we may have started as a continuous fling. But I would not have wanted to call anyone else My Treasure. You dear are something special.

  Yours Truly   

 Porter Solaire

Treasure placed the letter down, their mind still reeling as they processed what just happened. They were expecting some cheesy love letter. Or an apology for disappearing for the next few days— or a month. But this? The last thing they were expecting was what could be considered a break up letter? It wasn’t an outright farewell, but the finality was there, lurking between the lines, and that stung more than they had expected.

Well they were barely a thing.. So could it be considered a break up? The uncertainty gnawed at them. This was hard and why did it hurt? It shouldn’t have, right? They barely knew the man, despite a few flings a date or two they were ultimately strangers and yet this hurts. And yet, the ache in their chest said otherwise. Maybe it wasn’t the depth of their relationship that mattered, but the way Porter had slipped past their defenses, made them feel seen in a way very few others had.

The two helped each other when they needed each other most. And now he’s gone. Perhaps they would’ve taken the risk— they weren’t done getting to know one another. And now that untold chapter will never finish.

Life was cruel.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taglist - @dawnofiight @sunsickcrab @porters-fangs @paythesmith @achios @yournewmusictaste @ashertickler @s0lairee

[24kaicy]

Redactober Day 18 Huxley

Huxley speaks multiple languages (Tamil, Korean, English, and Spanish). He is a native speaker in the first three, but the conversation is in Spanish. Damien found out that Huxley could speak Korean when he was speaking it one day, and he decided to reply. Huxley speaking Korean sounds very polite and formal, but in English, he sounds like a surfer bro.

[miyaheestar]

for halloween guy dressed up as odysseus and honey dressed up as athena

(yes i just listened to epic the musical and i am genuinely shaking)

[indigo-greer-collins]

4th of redactober — Anton‼️‼️

i need more of him but anyways

- cooking is like therapeutic for this man, put him behind a grill and let him forget his problems for a while

- he’s pretty hairy. like arms, legs and a pretty full beard. oh and a happy trail

- his mother doesn’t speak any english

- he sends pictures of plants/flowers to “my love” that he sees and listens intently to the infodump about them that follows

bonus i think he’d be a girl dad

credits to @autisticempathydaemon as always 🫡

[escapisttt]

redactober 2024!! day 22 milo - ma’

if there was one thing milo didn’t like, it was being sick. but if there was one thing he hated more, it was his ma’s lectures.

authors note: this takes place the day after the inversion, exploring how milo bringing down the ward affected his health specifically and how his mother would react. the first half of this is a prologue!! you don’t have to read it, you can scroll a bit to get to the actual prompt, i just got overindulgent lol. the only information you’d miss is that a day after the inversion, david comes over to milo and sweetheart’s apartment to check in and learn what milo did that night.

word count: 3.6k (oops)

prologue

when milo and sweetheart first reunited with the pack after the ward fell that horrific night, david instantly picked up on milo’s anemic appearance. milo was hanging off of his mate’s arm, the pair walking slowly with measured steps. the sight was more than enough to instantly set david off, his protective alpha instinct swiftly flaring up. milo wasn’t even inside the ward, what could have possibly happened? as david was going to voice his concern, sweetheart beat him to the punch. they widened their eyes at him warningly and gave him a grave look, shaking their head subtly and mouthing the word ‘later.’ the alpha furrowed his brow at this. he knew sweetheart, knew them longer than he’d known his own mate, and with that came trust. the fact that they were trying to be quiet about whatever had happened to milo only filled david’s gut with dread. clearly sweetheart was beyond serious about whatever was going on, so he bit his tongue. though, it didn’t take long for him to investigate further.

david was at the couple’s apartment at 7:30 in the morning the following day; not even a full twelve hours apart. sweetheart answered the door in their pajamas, their eyes wide and attentive: they hadn’t slept. the alpha sighed, stepping into the apartment. “were you expecting me? or someone else?” david asked, though it was more of a deduction. sweetheart let out a dry but amused scoff, shrugging and scratching their head.

“i knew you weren’t gonna take very long. you saw him,” they answered quietly, a mournful, bitter tone. as ever, they were blunt and straight to the point. david liked that about them. but he couldn’t smile about that right now. instead, at the mention of his friend, he squared his shoulders and felt his core instinctively searching for milo’s. his brows pinched together.

“where is he?” sweetheart practically deflated in response, looking as if a rug had been snatched from underneath them.

“he’s in the bedroom. i was uh… i was hoping maybe you’d be able to feel him. jesus…” they mumbled, shaking their head and sighing exasperatedly. they flopped down onto the couch, their legs and arms crossing guardedly with a scornful expression etching onto their face. they looked distantly angry.

david’s brows raised. the bedroom? he didn’t feel a single trace of milo’s core. what he could feel was sweetheart’s anger beginning to rub off on him; they don’t lie, they wouldn’t lie to him, so why the fuck couldn’t he feel milo if they’re saying he’s only a room away? something was wrong. the alpha in him was starting to panic, and david shaw didn’t panic. all the while, sweetheart was following along david’s train of thought just by looking at him. of course, they knew how to read people because of their job as an investigator, but every individual has their unique tells, and you only become fluent in a language with frequent exposure and observation. they had been fluent in david’s for years. they minutely rolled their eyes and motioned to their bedroom door. “go on, go look at him. just don’t stomp, he’s asleep.”

setting aside their sour attitude for a different discussion, david settled on giving them a look before stepping deliberately toward the bedroom. he carefully opened the door and was met with a simultaneously relieving and worrying sight. surely enough, there milo lay in his haggard state. his golden brown skin was sallowed and wax-like. he had thrown his blankets to the side and sweat dripped off of him in buckets, making his dull curls stick to his forehead. for a split second, the sight of david’s father in his hospital bed flashed across the young alpha’s mind, causing his breath to stutter. he drew in a breath and muttered curses, his heart dropping into his stomach. as david’s footing became wobbly in the threshold of the room, he stepped back and looked back at sweetheart, shutting the door. “what happened?”

seeing their alpha’s face, sweetheart’s defensive anger from before dissipated and a pit formed in their stomach, tears welling up in their eyes to boot. they flicked their wrist and slapped their thigh defeatedly, shaking their head as if they didn’t know the answer to that question. david slowly approached them again, sensing that they were about to spill. he sat adjacent to them on their single sofa chair they loved to use for reading. he leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped.

“i—david, i—jesus, we did something stupid. so fucking stupid, and i agreed to it. god, i watched him walk right up to it—!” their words surged out in a muddle of syllables, taking odd breaths between already disjointed sentences. they were trying not to cry. david was the first person they were confiding this in, and the first is always the worst. the alpha began shaking his head gently, his core sending out soothing signatures of his aura. this seemed to work a little. even for a non-wolf shifter, the aura of an alpha is calming, especially the closer the bond.

sweetheart took slow breaths, looking to the side away from david. they hated crying in front of others. when david tried to speak in an attempt to comfort them, they hurriedly threw up a hand and shook it, knowing that his words would only make them cry more. they took one final breath before looking forward again and continuing. “okay. we were outside of the ward. milo had been hounding the commissioner all night, trying to get him to help you guys in there, but nothing was happening. so… milo came up with something. he—he said that we needed to bring down the ward, didn’t wanna keep you guys locked in there. a-and some guy he met had already rallied a bunch of students from the university to take care of any shades that would’ve gotten out when the ward was dropped. so that just left the ward itself. with my clearance, we got to the spot where all the magic was concentrated, where the ward was being held up. god, then he looked at me and told me… told me that as a shifter, his body was good at holding magic, that he’s basically made of it since your bodies have to literally change with magic to shift. and so… his idea was to step into the magic and take it… t-take it all into himself for a split second to disrupt the ward and bring it down. and that’s… well….”

david looked at them, their teary eyes meeting his. he was stunned to silence. sweetheart could tell that he was just digesting the information, but they never liked being met with silence; it made them anxious. so, they began word-dumping again. “a-and i told him i didn’t like the idea! we both knew it wasn’t safe, and for a minute after i thought—thought he was fucking dead…. b-but then after all that magic got out of him, he started breathing again and he was vomiting everywhere and i was happy he was alive. i got him to the healers and they said he’s lucky to be alive, and that his threads are burnt to a crisp. they said he won’t be able to shift for awhile, and maybe never again… jesus fucking christ…!”

david sat. he had been staring at the floor as he listened, not daring to interrupt them. he’d never seen them so stirred up, not since his dad’s funeral. and this was definitely worse for them. again, he focused his energy on letting them feel his aura, nodding to himself when he felt their disquieted core become its usual muted rhythm. he took a moment to breathe before he spoke again, looking them in the eyes. “why didn’t you want to tell us?”

their eyes snapped to his, and they sank back into the couch with an almost pitifully defeated expression. “because what we did was so fucking illegal, david. i used my clearance to sneak our way into a place we weren’t supposed to be, and then went against the direct orders of jett to take down the ward. we should both be arrested. but i knew we were at least going to tell you because you’re our alpha and you have no legal obligation to give out any information confided in you by pack members, but no one else. they’d be complicit.” they sighed, but they were at least sounding more like themselves. taking the topic to a logistical standpoint rather than an emotional one was always a good way to do that for them. still, david took their words into consideration.

“not marie?”

sweetheart’s eyes widened, their pupils shrinking as if they were a prey animal caught in the maw of a predator. fear and realization creeped up on them and they gasped, covering their mouth with their hand.

“oh, god….” their words were choked in a sob. they hadn’t thought about her. jesus, they thought, how could they be so stupid? that woman was a second mother, better than the one they were born to; how on earth did they forget? guilt crushed over them and they really felt the tears coming. they weren’t set on hiding it from david anymore either. they tucked their knees to their chest and put their head down, sobbing quietly. but just as soon as they tucked their face away, they heard footsteps come toward them and felt the couch beside them dip with a heavy weight. arms wrapped around them from the side, firm and steady.

“hey hey, that’s fine, it’s okay. i think she’s gonna want to know. just to be sure, ask milo when he’s awake, okay?” he gently guided them, sighing in relief when they nodded. he pulled away but still sat near them watchfully, letting them breathe. they leaned back against the couch and exhaled deeply, looking over at him. after a few beats of silence, they stood up and walked toward the bedroom. they looked back and beckoned david to follow them. they had been away from their mate too long for their liking.

sweetheart opened the door and entered their bedroom, followed by their alpha. they watched milo stir uncomfortably, making them each cringe. but, their presences combined seemed to rouse milo. the feverish man grunted and blinked open his eyes as he rolled onto his side. his mate quickly rushed to his side, snatching up the water bottle on the night stand for him to drink. milo looked up at his sweetheart, smiling blearily at them. then he noticed a shadow in the corner of the room and shifted his gaze toward it. milo furrowed his brows in innocent sleepy confusion, his gaze meeting his alpha’s. “the fuck are you doin’ ‘ere?” milo blurted, met with soft laughter.

~~~

hours after david left, the topic of milo’s mother came back up. after some hemming and hawing from milo’s end, the couple eventually agreed that it would be best to let his mother know about his health. he left it up to sweetheart to invite her over and they let her know that they wanted to see her after the disaster that was the inversion. marie promptly followed up with an agreement and promises that she was going to come over regardless. after hanging up the phone, sweetheart looked at milo who was wearing a pout.

“you didn’t tell her anything about how i am?”

“i said you were tired and a little beat up.”

milo scoffed, followed by a scratchy cough. “aw christ, she’s gonna blow a fuckin’ gasket. ‘a little?’”

sweetheart chuckled softly, happy to hear their mate sounding off with his usual pomp and attitude. they stuck their feet under the covers with him, fighting off the instinct to lay their head on his shoulder. “what else was i supposed to say? come on, she’s not gonna hound you when you’re like this. despite all evidence to the contrary, she loves you,” they tease gently. yet again in typical milo fashion, he scoffs.

“sweetheart, you ain’t seen her the way i’ve seen her. you’re, like, her favorite person ever; i’m her shitty son who now looks like a resurfaced blob fish. slimy-ness and all.” he dragged a finger across his forehead to gather the sweat and wiped it on sweetheart’s arm to make his point, smiling when they waved their hands frantically at him in disgust. he briefly considered being sick like this a good thing if it meant his sweetheart wouldn’t hit him when he made his jokes.

“hey—! nasty ass. maybe i’ll let her get mad at you,” they snarked with a laugh, getting up to grab him another water bottle as well as avoid more shenanigans. they walked to the kitchen and poked their head into the refrigerator. there was still a smile on their face when they heard incessant rapping on the front door. it quickly fell.

they mumbled a curse under their breath before scrambling to the door, adjusting their clothes all the while. on their way, the reality of the situation began to set in and they felt their feet turn into lead. they huffed and swung open the door, donning an exaggerated smile and not fully registering the presence of the woman in front of them. “hi marie!” they stepped aside to let the woman inside, their face falling yet again when she immediately rushed past them. sweetheart was left alone at the door, shutting it slowly in a stupor before jogging after marie. she was standing beside the small kitchen island, taking off her purse in a frantic whirlwind of movement. she spun around suddenly and saw sweetheart, flinching and then quickly putting her hand up and apologizing.

“oh—! i’m so sorry, i ran right past ya’! oh come here baby, i ain’t seen ya’… been worried ‘bout’chu too. god, my babies…” the older woman rambled, her strong emotions getting the better of her. she made a point to pull sweetheart into her arms and squeezed tight, rocking them side to side. sweetheart lets out an exasperated laugh and goes along with it, their mind barely catching up with what was happening. they realized milo may have been right.

“where’s mi’? sleepin’?” she continues on, her eyes wide and hopeful. sweetheart just nodded and motioned toward the bedroom door.

“ah, not asleep but laying down. he’s uh… pretty worn out,” they say with a sad smile. marie gave them a short nod and was already making her way toward the bedroom. before opening the door, she gave sweetheart a gentle smile, saying more with her expression than her words. she was also worried about sweetheart, of course, but her son was her son, and hearing he was hurt had several instincts kicking into high gear. not only was it a mother’s instinct but a healer’s instinct, sending her hurtling toward her one and only child. she entered the bedroom without another word.

just as david’s had, marie’s heart sank. she gasped sharply and her shaky hand covered her mouth, tears quickly welling up in her eyes. those eyes had seen a lot. as the pack healer, everyone young and old came to her with their injuries. when little asher broke his arm climbing a tree, when colm got shot in the stomach on the job, when gabe was dying in the hospital with a piece of metal lodged in his shoulder. images of little milo came to mind as she looked at him now. how many times had she healed a scrape, telling him and david not to roughhouse so much? how many times had she healed a bee sting, telling him to stop going outside barefoot? she’d been there for everything. but god, nothing could have prepared her for this.

her little boy was propped up on a mountain of pillows like a patient in a hospital bed. he looked fake—a copy, a doll. that wasn’t him. she didn’t feel her boy, he wasn’t there. whatever this was was a husk, a joke. she didn’t recognize that. her boy had such pretty dark bronze skin, not this sickly beige. her boy would’ve been smiling and already have cracked a joke, not looking away in shame. she shakily stepped forward and put her hand on the edge of the bed, examining every inch of him.

“…hey ma’.” his scratchy voice cut through the silence. marie almost wished he hadn’t said a thing. tears began sliding down her cheeks, looking at him through those experienced eyes. this was the one experience she never wished to see.

“what happened, baby?” she croaked out, her shoulders gently shaking with silent cries.

milo was reminded of the nights they would spend together as a kid, together in whatever shoddy apartment they would be in at the time. the nights colm wouldn’t come home. marie stayed up late a lot back then, wondering if her husband had drunkenly driven himself into a ditch or gambled away his newest paycheck. she coincidentally cried a lot back then too. but little milo would try his best to dry those tears by pulling faces or giving her monopoly money, because surely that would cover rent, right? it at least brought a smile to his mama’s face. milo shook under the covers, his blood suddenly running cold. he never wanted to be the thing that brought his mother to tears like this. he never wanted to be like him. the thought made something ugly stir in his chest.

“…my threads are burned. had a lot of magic channeled into me during… everything. ain’t gonna be shiftin’ anytime soon,” he answered quietly, only occasionally glancing in the direction of his mother. a small sputter of confusion escaped her. before she could question him more, milo sighed and held up a hand. “i’m sorry ma’, i can’t say anything else… you know how the department is. i saw healers already, they just told me to wait and rest.”

marie’s back straightened, a dumbfounded and almost hurt look on her face. milo was being dismissive. he usually was, being the infuriatingly selfless man he was, but there was something more.

“so—so what, you call me over just to tell me that you’re sick and dyin’—”

“not dyin’, ma.”

“��and what, you want me to be okay with that? you’re annoyed that i’m upset? that i’m askin’ questions? what did you expect me to do, say thank you for the status update?”

“ma’, don’t get so worked up! this is exactly why i didn’t wanna tell you. i fuckin’ knew i had to but i didn’t want to ‘cause you always freak the fuck out! i ain’t dead, am i? relax.”

milo clutched his chest, swallowing after his small outburst. he felt a cough creeping up on him but he tried his best to hide it, holding it in to maintain his dignity. it wasn’t like him to argue with his mother, even less to raise his voice at her. god, he hated it. he watched marie’s expression morph into a quieter frustration, looking deep into his eyes as if trying to peer into his mind.

“i’m allowed to freak the fuck out right now. look at’chu! you know what this reminds me of? this reminds me of your father comin’ home with a limp or bandages around—”

milo’s eyes widened furiously and he bolted upright, cutting his mother off with a fist slamming back against the headboard. “don’t you fuckin’ say that! don’t you compare me to him! i do everything to be the opposite of him! i don’t want’chu takin’ care of me like you had to do for him. i don’t want’chu cryin’ all night, worryin’ like he made you worry.” milo felt his head spin, blood pumping harshly in his ears. he didn’t feel it when tears started flowing down his cheeks. “that ain’t your job ma’. i’m fine. i hate being fuckin’ stuck like this, but i ain’t dead.”

marie was struck. the room fell silent again, but the angry tension was no longer present. instead, marie looked at her child and an understanding was gained. there he was, in the worst shape he’s ever been in after going through a traumatic event, saying that it wasn’t her job to worry about him. he was wrong, obviously, but the thing that hurt the most was that he had no idea how wrong he was. milo always felt it was his responsibility to care for his mother and make her happy since colm rarely did. and now, having himself compared to the man who was the root of every stressor and problem they ever had broke him.

the boy’s mother sat down on the edge of the bed beside her son, enveloping him in her arms. marie’s core spoke to him, but his didn’t answer. she ignored the eerie sensation and just held her boy, letting him cry on her shoulder. “shh shh, it is my job to worry. i’m your mother. i know your daddy made it not feel like that sometimes… i’m sorry for that. you’re so selfless baby, and it makes me so mad. you were always lookin’ out for your mama when i should’a been holdin’ it together better for you. it’s my job to take care of you, not the other way around. not yet. i got plenty more years left in me, you can come back to me later with that.”

the pair let out a soft laugh at that last part. milo’s tears kept flowing but they were quiet and didn’t burn his eyes anymore. he hadn’t let his mother hold him in years, not like this. it only made him realize how much he’d been missing it. perhaps it was the best healing he could get.

@nevaroonie as promised!! ty for reading!!

[venuslove-28]

redactober day 5: avior + adjusting

kofi

these r so rushed bc i have alot of projects going on atm but so fun

[autisticempathydaemon]

Redactober 2024 Day Fourteen

Prompt: Gavin & Ginger

Pairing: Gavin & Caelum, Gavin/Damien/Freelancer/Huxley/Lasko

cw: silly times

“Freelancer says the Porridge setting on the rice cooker is wrong,” Gavin says, slowly and carefully peeling ginger with a spoon like the youtube video in front of him instructs.

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“Is this enough water? Too much? Not enough? Why don’t we use the rice cooker again?” Caelum asks, looking curiously down into the pot with a frown. 

“Freelancer says the Porridge setting on the rice cooker is wrong,” Gavin says, slowly and carefully peeling ginger with a spoon like the youtube video in front of him instructs. “Apparently, it’s always too watery.”

“Is it?”

“I can’t tell the difference, but you know how picky they can be,” the incubus says with a conspiratorial smile while Caelum laughs. “You remember the brownie blind taste test. And the pie taste test. And the cookie taste test.” 

“Should we make them some cookies? I bet that’ll make them feel better.” The younger man’s proverbial stomach practically growls at the fond  memory of the d(a)emons testing the human’s palate by baking them sweets by magic and by hand. The treats had been identical in every way, down to the crumb, but the freelancer could pick the handmade ones ten times out of ten.

“No! Focus, Cae!” Gavin corrects with a laugh, swatting the empathy daemon’s horns with the bunch of green onions. “Sugar doesn’t make humans well again.”

“Yeah, not by itself; that’s why we bake it into brownies, duh.” Another swat, and Caelum shrieks with glee before covering his mouth, mindful of the ill and dozing Freelancer down the hall. Gavin has to stop chopping, stifling his own mirth, and that’s how Damien finds him, standing at the counter and giggling at nothing. 

“Gav, put the knife down if you’re going to zone out, oh my god.” The fire elemental takes the knife, putting it on the counter before zipping about, peeking into the pot and checking the fire. Sitting on the counter, invisible, Caelum kicks his feet, smiling at Gavin and blowing raspberries over Damien’s shoulder, giving him bunny ears and making the incubus laugh harder. “Gav, did you wash those green onions? You’ll give Freelancer listeria. Gavin, what are you laughing at? Foodborne illnesses aren’t funny!”

[themeridian]

Redactober 2024 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Day 16: Guy

Before Guy was a pizza guy, he was a scare actor during the halloween season at six flags. He would get ready to ICP and his "thing" would be getting in front of people, and then bending backwards and crawling after them

[moronkyne]

Redactober; Day 6, Blake

Prompt; Break. What happens when you test a gods patience? When you become too selfish…When you on finally get your hands on the one thing you crave. Nothing good lasts forever.