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When it rains, it pours

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Damien, Huxley, Lasko, Gavin, Dear, Freelancer

Pairings: Damien/Huxley, Gavin/Freelancer, Lasko/Dear

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/2TPq2guTODEmGZCvRFZfek?si=TXYU3ajTSaaazdAMpujBXg

Tw: mentions of magical allegory for assault and manipulation (Kody) and just Freelancer discussing their feelings on that experience a lil more. Look after your mental health lovelies.

Please 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.

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It was the first time in weeks everyone’s schedules had lined up. The trappings of adult life left little time for much else; but none of that mattered now because it was their monthly game night.

Gathered in Damien’s living room across various plush surfaces, all six of them sprawled out and staring intently at the tv screen. The music speeds up, causing turmoil among the players.

“How are you already on your final lap Lasko?!” Damien hisses, gripping the controller so tight it’s a wonder it doesn't snap.

“I told you I'd been practicing.” Lasko says calmly, eyes still trained on the screen.

Dear snorts from the bean bag in between his legs. “That he has.”

“But Damien,” Gavin drawls, laid back casually on the left arm of the sofa, “I thought you welcomed a little challenge?”

“I do. Just not when this game is clearly generating its items on an unfair basis.”

“I didn't know the game could like, do that. That's not fair.” Huxley says from behind Damien, resting his head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around him with his controller in front.

“It can't Hux, it's just luck.” Lasko explains, eyes still locked on the screen.

“It's more than luck when I am saddled with two blue shells and a red shell in the span of two minutes, whereas Lasko has had little more to deal with than a singular banana peel in his way.” Damien insists, nearly knocking Huxley off his shoulder as he leans into the final few turns.

“You got this Sweets.” Dear encourages, tapping Lasko’s knee.

“Come on Dames you're so close!” Huxley cheers with a small kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek.

Noticing their lack of contribution, Gavin tunes into his partner who is sprawled against him on the sofa. They're staring out the window, hardly moving, the controller lying forgotten in their lap.

“Freelancer?” He murmurs, touching their shoulder carefully, but they don't move..

“YES FINALLY!” Lasko cheers as he scrapes over the finish line seconds before Damien.

Damien drops his head into his hands with a groan. “That was so stupid! If I'd held on to my drift for just a few more seconds it would have upgraded and I could have won.”

Huxley finishes in a solid third and gives Damien and consoling squeeze. “It's okay Dames, you've literally won almost every other game.”

“Yes but this was such an easy mistake.” He grumbles, “we are definitely rematching… but good job Lasko you drove well.”

“Why isn't the game finished yet?” Dear asks confused, “Freelancer’s not moving?”

The banter of the three boys slows down as the feeling of something being wrong permeates the air.

Gavin feels a sick tide roll through him from his love in front of them. Tumultuous emotions bubbling and spiralling through them like he hasn't seen for a while.

“Freelancer?” He asks again, brow creasing.

“It’s raining.” They murmur looking out the window, eyes slightly unfocused.

Dear sees the way this hits the others, watching them share a worried glance.

“Freelancer, hey.” Gavin says, gently reaching out for their hand to get their attention, quickly regretting it when they flinch back as if burnt.

“Ah! Sorry! You caught me off guard I didn’t mean to- I’m fine just tired. I need the bathroom. I'll be right back.” They blurt out, eyes wild, hurrying off before anyone can protest.

The room is silent aside from the music still chiming out from the game, desperately singing upbeat jingles against the heavy atmosphere of the room.

“Dude it like, hasn't been that bad for a while right?” Huxley asks the room softly.

Gavin shakes his head. “It hasn't come up much since they first told me, but they've been overworking themselves particularly bad lately.”

“W-well should we check on them?” Lasko stammers out, “a-although that could just make everything worse. But I don't want them to think that we don't care - because, because we do! We really do! But that could also make them feel smothered and that's the last thing they would need right now is to feel out of control. Plus-”

“Lasko.” Damien says firmly. “All we can do right now is be there for them when they're ready. These things… don't go easy. No matter how it's resolved.”

Dear subconsciously moves their thumb across Lasko’s knee, as they feel him start to fidget with the hem of his shirt.

“Can I ask what happened?” They ask tentatively, looking up at each of them.

“Sorry dude it's not really our story to tell.” Huxley answers gravely, scratching the back of his neck looking downcast.

“E-exactly and and and that's nothing against you Dear d-don't worry. I mean of course you're worried but I'm sure they'll tell you in their own time, if they, if they want to. I mean that kind of thing, like Damien said, sticks with you. A-and the university could only do s-so much-”

“Lasko.” Again he’s cut off as he nearly stumbles into revealing something personal, this time by Gavin. “I'm going to check on them - the emotions they're feeling right now are…” he shakes his head, “I just need to see them.

Just as he stands up however, Freelancer enters the room. Posture stiff, face still slightly puffy, radiating I'm fine, don't worry about me! into the small space.

“Sorry about that.” They smile weakly, trying their best for a bright tone. “I just… I'm just a bit tired today.”

The room is silent as the group searches for the words to say, all that's left is the rain hitting the windows.

Dear takes initiative and breaks the quiet, turning to Freelancer. “Do you want a distraction, to rant about it, advice, or something else?” They ask assuredly.

“I- what?” Freelancer blinks.

“There's clearly something bothering you. I don't know what, but I know all of us want to help. Which way do you want right now?” Dear smiles comfortingly up at them and Freelancer feels their eyes fill with tears.

“Are you sure?” They ask in a cracked whisper. “It was a while ago and really it's-”

Damien is the first of the boys to snap out of their stupor. “Of course we're sure, and who cares if it was a while ago. It impacted you, so it matters.”

Huxley squeezes his hand at those words, “He’s right dude. We're all here for each other no matter what.”

“Y-yes exactly! Exactly that. W-when I was so in my head a-after… everything that happened last year. But! All of you were here for me. And we spoke about it and it helped me step in the right direction. It was off my chest. N-not to say you need to talk or anything in particular but that we don't mind.” Lasko finishes with a timid but warm smile.

“Freelancer.” Gavin looks into their eyes pleadingly, hand outstretched for them, “let us support you. Please.”

And finally the dam broke; Freelancer feels the tears begin to fall before they could stop them and finds themselves collapsing forwards into Gavin’s open arms. They sob into his chest as they feel each of their loved ones wrapping them into a very messy group hug.

“We've got you.” Gavin whispers against their head. “You're safe.”

“It just felt so wrong and-” they choke a little before continuing, “I just felt so bad for reporting it. Like I'd done something wrong and I tried to fix things with him but it just- I couldn't.”

“He was a manipulative piece of shit who knew how to get his way.” Lasko says heatedly. “He took advantage of you in the worst way and then did everything he could to shift the blame where he could.”

“Believe us when we say it's not your fault dude.” Huxley squeezes their shoulder sweetly. “And you're always our Freelancer, and we love you bro.”

“It just feels like he got to take the best parts of me while I'm left with the worst of him.” They say so quietly it's almost missed.

“My love.” Gavin breathes out, voice wavering slightly at the pain coming off them. “He had a terrible impact because he did a terrible thing, I will never deny you the right to feel that. But he has not taken anything from you. You were a whole and wonderful person before and after his actions, and nothing a bastard like that can say or do will prove otherwise. You will and can heal. You have proved your strength, let us carry some weight.”

“Is it the rain bothering you?” Dear asks softly, “because I can redirect it a bit for you if you need.”

Freelancer hesitates before deciding to allow themselves this grace at least. “Yes please.”

With a nod, Dear inhales and the rain sounds slowly stop as the raindrops move away from the window. “There.” They open their eyes to astounding looks.

“You're amazing Dear.” Lasko says quietly.

“Thank you.” Freelancer smiles through another sniffle, and it feels much more genuine this time. “All of you. I… I don't know what I'd be without you all in my life.”

There's a chorus of “love you”s and affirmations as they all swarm in closer again.

“Now, I believe I'm owed a rematch, Lasko.” Damien teasingly reminds the group, laughter rippling through the pile on the sofa.

The night passes without further events. And as Freelancer sits in Gavins arms, watching the room, they realise how lucky they are to have built a family with such amazing people.

[daikenkki]

Galarian Zigzagoon Evolution Line by ScarScribbles

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To Live and Love With You

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Sam, Darlin

Pairings: Sam/Darlin

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/7rn89zBlXChGFTNHFZA8un?si=IHy4veiIRPGOpPO2GKAtoA

As I crawl pathetically out of show week I present ye humbly with a fic. Fun fact if there's a right arsehole in the cast harassing you, the time spent avoiding him is prime for writing. But regardless the show went well and I shall finally sleep (woo hoo), and I hope you enjoy!

As always here it is on ao3 if that's easier! Please 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.

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Sam was tired. He was more than happy to help out Vincent and his partner but he did not miss having to wrangle newborns. And as much as he loved Sparky; they were very much in the more… aggressive stage of the vampiric transition.

He checks his grandma’s watch, and sighs at the time. 4am - far later than he'd hoped, Darlin would probably be asleep by this point. It felt selfish to constantly have them up at all hours of the night, especially since they’d moved in with him. He's not blind to the way they've shifted most of their schedule to match his. It was no coincidence that most of the security shifts they’d taken were for late night events.

He knew it would take a while for them to settle into living with him, and Sam was nothing if not patient. He just wanted to see his home become theirs. 

Carefully unlocking the door, he slips in, closing it quietly as possible behind him. He shrugs off his padded coat, smiling fondly at the faded leather jacket he hangs it beside in the entryway. Noticing the dim light from the kitchen, he kicks off his boots and makes his way over.

“Darlin?” He calls out softly, pushing the door open.

Darlin is stood in front of the fridge in the dark, the cool light from inside lighting up their sleepy surprise. They’re wrapped in one of Sam's plaid shirts. In their mouth they have a half eaten slice of pizza with one hand clutching a bag of cheese. 

They looked so comfortable he wanted to cry. 

“Smuhm!” Their words are garbled by cold pizza and the unholy level of cheese stuffed in their mouth, but all the cheese and dough in the world couldn't smother the joy radiating from them at the sight of their mate.

He chuckles affectionately, warmth blooming in his chest. “Mornin Darlin. What are you doing up so late?”

They shake their head, finally swallowing their mouthful. “Just woke up starving. I slept all afternoon.”

He holds out his arms as an offer and they throw themselves into him. Burying their face in his neck and settling into his hold. 

“I missed you Darlin.” He murmurs into their hair, pressing a kiss to the top of their head.

“Missed you too Sam.” They kiss his cheek in return, as they pull back, still in his hold they notice the very open bag of shredded cheese in their hand. And the very obvious trail of cheese that followed them.

“Oh shit I'm so sorry, I got cheese all over our floor. I'll get it, don't worry.”

Sam freezes. “What?”

“I-” they pause half reaching for the broom, tilting their head. “I spilt the cheese I was holding? Are you okay Sam? Do I need to call a vamp doctor?”

“You said our floor.” He says thickly.

“Oh. OH.” Their eyes widen. “Well… it is right?” They say tentatively, forcing a nonchalance with no truth to it.

“Yes it is. It's just nice to see you so at home is all.” Sam is determined not to cry, failing miserably as he feels the tell-tale sting of tears.

“Well I mean-” Darlin, also determined not to cry, and also failing, “-you're home. To me. I guess. And stuff.”

Sam bursts out laughing as tears spill down his cheeks. “And stuff?” He chuckles, gently wiping a tear from their cheek.

“Yeah and stuff, asshole. Now let me kiss you.” They grin, pulling his face in and kissing him passionately.

Instinctively Sam’s hands move to their waist, pulling them in closer as he chases their lips with his.

Finally pulling back, breathless Darlin mumbles, “I really need to clean up that cheese though, we'll get rats.”

“Just a few more seconds Darlin.” He requests, tenderly bumping his forehead against theirs. “It's been a long day.”

They concede, nuzzling back into him; dropping the cheese bag on the counter and wrapping their arms around his neck. “Wanna talk about it?”

Sam takes a deep breath, steeling his nerves. “Just, seeing those two together makes me think of how much I care for you. I want life with you Darlin. I want to age and grow and rot and live every moment by your side. Death was taken from me, my living is all I'm left with. And I'd be honoured more than anything if you'd let me share that with you.”

They're rendered speechless for a moment. “I don't think I could bear anything else.” They eventually say with a small sniffle. “You sentimental bastard.” They tack on to try and distract from how much it affected them.

“Don't get bashful on me now, hun.” He tilts up their chin, pressing a chaste kiss to their lips.

“Not my fault you keep being so bloody sincere.” They grumble, pulling him in close.

He flusters as they begin covering his face with kisses, pushing him against the counter. “You taste like cheese.” He snorts.

They lightly slap his arm, and he pretends to cry out in pain. “Ow! I was only telling the truth.”

“Oh that didn't hurt.” They huff, but press a gentle kiss to the spot regardless. “Besides you love me, cheese and all.”

“That I do.” He grins, eyes twinkling. “More than anything.”

“I love you too.” They grin and pull him towards the backdoor. “Come on, let’s go for a run.”

“Oh you're on Darlin.” And he darts out the house into the woods.

With a bark of laughter they shift, and chase after their love into the night.

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Smile for me Dear

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Lasko, Dear

Pairings: Lasko/Dear

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/5NGtFXVpXSvwunEIGeviY3?si=758bac1bd6554157

Please 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.

For context, with this fic it shows Dear experiencing verbal shutdown and using sign language as an alternative way to communicate with Lasko.

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It’s late. Far later than it should have been considering Lasko was still in his office. He gazed helplessly over the stacks of papers piled on his desk. Markings, forms, reminders; it was all so much it felt like he had barely made a dent. The fluttering of the papers as he rubbed his forehead was enough of an indicator that he needed to take a break. Pushing back from his desk, he moves his glasses to the top of his head. Just as he goes to stand up, there’s a knock at his office door, startling him out of his chair.

“C-c-come in!” He calls out, trying to calm his racing heart.

The person that sticks their head through the door has quite the opposite effect but for all the right reasons. Dear closes the door behind them carefully, giving him a soft smile and a wave as they make their way inside.

“O-oh! Hello my Dear, how are you? This is a surprise. A lovely one I warrant you! I just wasn’t expecting anyone here so late, l-let alone you and- oh god I haven’t forgotten something have I? If I have, I am so sorry. It’s not an anniversary or anything is it? No it can’t be; it was last month. And your birthday isn’t until next month - unless I have completely lost all track of time in this swamp of paperwork? And I realise I haven’t even said hi to you yet, let alone ask about you. So how are you Dear? How was your day?”

Unphased by his ramblings they smile softly at him, gently moving in to kiss his cheek.

‘Hi Sweets’ they sign to him, ‘I’m alright, just a long day.’

“Oh I’m sorry.” He frowns, “no one bothered you I hope? I- I- I know you said you don’t really have any troublemakers in y-y-your classes but you never, uh you never know if someone is having an off day or, or something.”

They shake their head, allowing him to guide them to one of the chairs behind his desk.

‘Nothing like that, don’t worry. Just a lot of talking and not enough practical work.’ They sign with a sigh. Lasko notices a small orb of water float from a cup on his desk to float around them as they explain. ‘How are you? You seem stressed.’

He laughs a little hollowly. “When am I not, to be honest.”

A small frown creases their features. ‘I meant more that this seemed to have a more obvious source. Rather than more day to day anxiety.’ They gesture to the piles of paperwork on his desk. As they do he watches the orb of water floating around their head form a little sad face along the surface.

“W-well I’m just getting a little bogged down at the minute. E-everyone is in the same boat and really it’s my own fault for setting so many assignments to mark when I’m only teaching D.A.M.N 101. A-and most other teachers told me they only used it as a way to fill hours and not to make it an additional strain on myself. But I, but I really wanted it to be a thing that would be useful to students, you know. Especially humanborns and those who, those who come here n-not really knowing what to expect! And if the best they have is me then I really need to up my game. It’s just so much to mark, and again! I am not complaining there are worse problems to have a-and these are really self inflicted...”

As he’s rambling he can’t help but notice the worried look in their eyes increase and the little ball of water was practically melting with how sad the face on it was. Noticing this, he decides to change tracks.

“B-but I think I should give myself a break. A lot of students have said really positive things about my class. And I’m sure they can wait an extra day or two to get their papers back, it’s not like I didn’t account for it.” As he says that he tentatively looks back up at them and sees the worry lines lessen and a now smooth and grinning ball of water floating behind his partner’s head.

‘I’m glad you can give yourself a break Lasko. I know how hard that is, I’m proud of you Sweet.’ They gently take his hand and give it a tug, encouraging him to sit next to them.

He pushes the other chair to sit next to them as he leans on their shoulder, wrapping his arm around them and gently tracing their arm up and down.

“You help a lot with that. Just by hearing me out and letting me get it all off my chest.” They lightly squeeze him in response. “It also helps that when you’re tired, your emotions are a little more plain to see, let's say.” He gestures to the water behind them, they turn around and gasp when they spot it.

‘I had no idea I was doing that. I'm so sorry.’ They bite their lip, pausing their signing to recall the water to them.

“It’s okay Dear! Really, I think it’s sweet.”

‘...You do?’ They sign after a moment of recovery, the water slowly morphing into a little heart. At this Lasko can’t contain himself and he leans forward, kissing them. They melt into his touch, wrapping their arms around him.

As he pulls back breathlessly, he takes both their hands gently in his to press a kiss to each knuckle. “Of course I do. I love all the yous, and this is a very very cute you.” He lets go of their hands as he briefly panics. “All the yous are cute to some degree! N-not that I have preferences or- oh god just shut me up.”

They chuckle softly, lifting his chin into another kiss.

‘I love you Lasko.’ They sign after he opens his eyes again.

“I love you too my Dear” He replies.

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Okay slightly different post but excited to share something I've been working on!

Tldr: I'm making a redacted fairytale AU long form fic and I'm excited to share my map of the kingdom

I've planned out most of it and will be posting it here and ao3 once I can make a new account (not using my old personal one lol). I'm aiming to include every character so it'll be pretty long. I will still be posting my oneshots sporadically but yeah! Just thought I'd share lol.

Close ups under the cut :)

Please 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.

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A Moment of Peace

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Angel, David

Pairings: David/Angel

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/0pnbo7Oc4E8WzGhloj4pzw?si=XtTNNVXGTr-43fCpcL2E6w

Just a lil comfort for Angel and just general softness for this two. I think they suit a sunset together.

Oh also always obsessed with Reeder's music so would highly recommend checking them out.

Please 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.

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“Okay fine. Guess we're taking a break then.” Angel laments as they drop the paintbrush again, another ache shooting through their hand. “Fuck it right? Why would I need to use my joints anyways.”

Struggling to their feet they try and pull themselves up before falling back into the chair with a groan. Everything hurts, aches settling into every crevice of their body.

‘What a waste of a day off.’ They think bitterly. They needed help today, and as much as logically they knew that was fine, it didn't stop the sting of embarrassment or guilt from weaving through their brain.

“Davey?” They call out to the house. Half of them hoped he wouldn't hear them so they could wallow, but David never ignored them, and he always answered their call.

They hear his footsteps pad down the hall from his office. “Angel? Everything okay?”

“I mean yeah it's me, I'm the greatest.” They swallow. They don't miss how his gaze focuses on their face, they don't miss how easily he reads them. “I just need some help getting to the bed.” They hold up shaking hands with a wry smile.

“Want me to carry you?”

“Only if you can handle all this, big boy.” They throw in a wink for good measure.

He snorts, “I think I've proven that I'm more than capable of handling you.”

“And if you want to again, my door is always open.”

“It's our door Angel.” He pulls back their chair and scoops them up into his arms. “Comfortable?”

“In your arms? Always.”

He rolls his eyes, “I'll take that as a yes then.” As he lays them on the bed, they feel their heart skip a beat at the reverence in his hold. His touch is always warm, despite how much he protests that they're a furnace; they will never feel anything but warmth from David Shaw.

“Join me?” They wiggle their eyebrows up at him.

“Alright. I'm mostly done for the day anyways.” He pulls off his shirt and trousers before climbing into the bed by their side.

Angel whistles “I mean I was just asking for company, but a free show too? I'll take it.”

Unable to hide the smile on his face, David turns to face them. “Who said it was free, you little snot? I'll need at least a kiss for that.”

They giggle as he leans over, capturing their mouth with his.

“Where is it worst?” He inquires as he pulls away.

“Everywhere is seeming like a promising option for this answer, but if I could humbly request that there's a secret bonus option of you giving me kisses on my oh so sore lips, then I would not be complaining.”

“You'll get your kisses Angel.” He gently takes their hand, kissing the palm before massaging it between his fingers. “But I'm asking you what hurts most, so I can help.”

They don't answer for a moment, watching him holding their hand.

“Knees and ankles.” They concede, “but seriously, I'm fine you don't have to.”

“I know I don't. But I want to.” He runs his hands down their sides making them shiver. “Let me?” Always a question, always an offer.

“Okay. Only since you're so insistent.” They whisper.

“Can you tell me about what you were painting?” David asks, as he gently massages one of their knee joints between two large hands.

“Just woods again, nothing too exciting.” They murmur, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m interested, and there's normally a story behind what you're painting.” A kiss to the top of the joint once his hands are done with that section.

“Just thinking about the solstice coming up: we'll need to start planning soon.”

He hums in affirmation, moving to their other knee. “The run?”

“Yeah.” Wistful tone slipping in, “you look so in your element when you do. Feels good to see.”

“I'm glad you enjoy seeing it.” His touches are practiced and familiar, a testimony to their relationship. “Is it the woods from last year?”

“No. I'm just painting trees close enough together. Forest of the mind.”

“Very poetic.”

“What can I say? I'm incredibly profound.”

“You are.”

The room quiets after that. The pair slipping into a familiar peace, the day having stripped the layers away. The sunset weaves its way through the window, draping itself across the bed, igniting Angel’s hair in a fiery halo. David pauses a moment in his ministrations to watch them, eyes closed and calm. Until one eye peaks open to look at him.

“Can I just say what a view?” They tease, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

His rumbling laugh fills their heart to bursting. “That should be my line.” He slowly gets back into motion, gentle circles on their ankles.

“Mmm, too bad I stole it.”

“Not the only thing you stole.”

“Your heart?” They bat their eyelids.

“Yes you brat.” He grumbles at how easily they can read him.

“Don't pout, I'll get ideas.” They gesture him upwards. “Come here.”

How could he ignore such a sweet call? David rises to settle beside them, pulling them carefully onto his chest.

“Better?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He nuzzles into their hair, breathing them in.

“Thank you Davey.”

“Always, Angel.”

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Pancakes

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: David, Angel

Pairings: David/Angel

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/4F65GPn78BrRvP638wEQZP?si=iwEOkjQeSaO-k4tjsYMpjw

Please 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.

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“Angel.” David rumbles in his low morning voice. “Is the blindfold really necessary?”

“Uh absolutely.” They insist, mock offended at the question. “How else am I supposed to stop you from snooping too early?”

“Are you sure it's not just because you're too short to cover my eyes?” He smirks, holding onto their hand for support and guidance.

“Alright telephone pole ass.” They stick out their tongue, only to realise he can't see them and so prod him instead.

“I'm not that tall, you're the one who's ridiculously short.” He chuckles.

“Motherfucker, you are at least six inches above average height.”

“And how far are you below it?”

“Suck my dick.”

“I've done worse.”

“Oh but I'm the perv in this house.”

“Yes. You are.” He pulls them in closer, so he can kiss them.

They lean happily into it with a laugh. He goes to deepen the kiss but they stop him with a hand to his chest. “Stop distracting me!”

“Sorry,” he says completely unapologetically.

“You are forgiven - now come on!” They continue leading him forwards.

David obliges, allowing them to guide him through the house. He shivers in the cooler air of the living room.

“Could I at least put a shirt on for this?”

Angel gasps, hand to their heart. “And take all this away? Never my hot sexy love.” They trace a finger across his chest for a moment, before leaving him in the centre of the room. “Now wait here.” They call out as they scarper off.

“Alright.”

“AND NO PEEKING!” They call back behind them.

He just laughs to himself, waiting patiently.

Rapid footfalls can be heard, as Angel sprints through the halls getting everything ready for their surprise. There's a small scratch sound and music begins filling the room. Then there’s a sweet smell, drifting in with their footfalls, a little calmer now.

“You cooked? How long have you been up?” He turns towards the sound of clinking of plates on the table.

“Longer than I'm normally able to. You’ve been really tired lately.”

“I'm sure it doesn't help that someone turned off my alarm this morning.”

“Because it's the weekend and you need to rest.”

“I'm getting better at it.”

“You are.” He feels a gentle kiss being pressed to his back. “But I'll still remind you when you forget.”

“Thank you baby.” He reaches for them only to grasp air. He swallows, trying to ignore the ache that brings.

“Can I see you now? Or will I be standing like this all day?” He asks, itching to pull the blindfold off.

“Nearly!” They respond cheerfully, “aaaaaand done. Come here big guy.” Angel tenderly reaches up, pulling the blindfold off. He blinks in the soft morning light trickling in from the large bay windows.

The room is freshly cleaned, looking polished and sparkling. The table is laid with various chopped fruits, with a whole bowl dedicated to strawberries, his favourite. Plus a slightly too large stack of pancakes of varying qualities. And in the corner, his dad’s old record player is up and running; polished and with a brand new record spinning lazily round.

Lastly he turns to his partner, his spouse, his Angel. Stood in front of it all, light caressing their hair, flour dusted across their face and clothes. Gods above, they are beautiful.

“Ta da!” They grin up at him, fidgeting with their ring. “Thoughts? Praises? Celebrations?”

“It's wonderful. Thank you.” He whispers, pulling them close and relishing the feeling of them against him. “I still could have worn a shirt for this.”

They burst into laughter against him. “Maybe, but I retain the right as your spouse.” They take his hand, linking their fingers and brush their thumb over his ring.

“Mm not sure that was in our vows.”

“It's called subtext darling dearest Davey.” They tease, sticking their tongue out.

“Cheeky.” He leans down and kisses them.

“Yeah but it gets me kisses.” They say beaming. ear to ear.

“Yeah yeah okay.” David rolls his eyes as he wraps his arms around their waist.

Their arms mimic his, winding round his shoulders. As the music embraces them, the two sway slowly in the living room.

“What was all this for?” He asks, spinning them carefully across the plush carpet.

They shrug, “just felt like it.”

The movement slows as he looks down at them in awe. “Really?”

“Well yeah. You inspire me. Love into action and all that.”

He just stares at them, astounded. “You… you're too sweet sometimes.”

“Well,” they rest their head on his chest, “you deserve sweet.”

“You're more than sweet my love.” He tilts up their chin. “You're everything.”

He kisses them once more. “And I'm the luckiest man in the world.”

“You're very welcome Davey.” They hop up to their tiptoes, pressing their lips to his cheek. “Now, does the luckiest man in the world want pancakes? Because I'm starving.”

The couple’s laughter fills the room. Together in the home they’d built together, they greet the day.

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Hi! Welcome to Max’s Rustic Pizza

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Guy, Honey, Baaabe (briefly), Asher (briefly)

Pairings: Guy/Honey, Baaabe/Asher (briefly)

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/762K1h8yVV5IgAVuEMpqfZ?si=b4db7ede57d9411b

Please 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.

One or two slightly suggestive-ish jokes y'all but that's kinda on par for Guy ahxbshdb.

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“Hi! Welcome to Max’s Rustic Pizza, how can I- oh well hi Honey!” The slightly bored customer service voice immediately perks up once Guy recognises the person entering the restaurant.

“Evening Guy. I thought we could walk home together today.” They greet, leaning on the counter near him.

“Well anything for my Honey of course!” He gushes,” you know if you missed lil ol’ me so bad you should have said and I would have rushed to your side at once. I'd have been there as fast as my stunningly gorgeous legs could carry me to that - can I just say - beautiful butt of yours. Nothing would have gotten in my way, I would have battled the most dangerous of weathers that Dahlia could have thrown at me; snowstorms, rainstorms, sunstorms-”

Honey raises an eyebrow, “sunstorms?”

He gasps, placing an offended hand on his chest. “Are you doubting me? The love of my life having so little faith in me wounds me I cannot deny. And at my place of work no less? In front of all these customers?”

He gestures dramatically (as if Guy could do anything any other way) to the starkly empty restaurant space.

“Oh no of course.” Honey muses, unable to hide the slight smirk creeping onto their face at his antics. “The zero customers and your colleagues who are all in the kitchen.”

“And the ghosts Honey don't discredit them, that's very rude.” He says attempting to keep a serious face but failing to conceal his mischievous grin.

They roll their eyes.

“Don't roll your eyes, I'm serious! Deadly serious - oh I can't say that in front of the ghosts, that's very rude.”

His babbling is interrupted by a stout woman emerging from the back. “Guy? Are you serving a customer or talking their ear off.”

At the moment it wasn't just them and Guy, Honey slipped into a stiffer posture.

“Oh hey Rosa! Fret not, I was simply saying hello to my partner, most wonderful and beautiful.”

Rosa looked over Honey with a small smile. “I've heard a lot. All good things I assure you, but a lot. Nice to meet you.”

They nod awkwardly, “thanks.”

Rosa turns to Guy, “you wanna leave early? There's no one here and you finish in ten anyway. And don't worry I'll make sure you're paid, I can't be assed to do the maths to work out what ten minutes off your paycheck would be.”

“Yes! Definitely! Absolutely! Thank you dear Rosa, now-” he rounds on Honey, “we have a date… with destiny!” He crows, ripping off his apron and tossing it on the counter theatrically.

Rosa bursts out laughing, “go hang your apron up Guy and I'll see you on the weekend.”

He grins with a salute grabbing the apron and dashing to the back.

Honey feels their heart sink as he leaves them with Rosa. It's fine. She seems nice. And Guy will be fast. They hope.

“So how long have you two been dating?” She asks politely.

Good. A question about Guy, that they can do.

“A few years now. We were roommates at the end of university.”

“Ah I remember that now, he was so happy after meeting you, you know.”

This surprised them a little, she made it sound like he wasn't always… well, Guy.

“Really?” They ask a little softer.

“Ah well,” she waves her hand, “he was always a bundle of energy, but just a bit closed off.”

Before Honey can think of a possible reply to that, they feel a pressure on their back as Guy throws his arms around their shoulders.

“My ears are burning.” He says in a sing-song voice right in their ear, cackling as they swat him away. “Only good things from you two I hope?”

“Never.” They deadpan. “Are you ready?”

“Yes I am - now let's goooooooooooo. Bye Rosa!” He calls as he all but drags Honey out the door. They give her a small wave too and Rosa chuckles as the pair leave.

“Thank you for rescuing me Honey!” Guy beams at them after the door swings shut.

“I'd argue Rosa did that more than I did.” They don't look at him as they reach for his hand.

“Whatcha reaching for their my sweet grumpy partner, master of the deadpan, creator of the snarky comment, ultimate ruler of my heart and also the streets of Dahli-”

“Okay nevermind.” They pull their hand away making him whine instantly.

“Nooooo please return your generous gift! Listen, I can negotiate, I can be very persuasive when I want to be! You would know that very well, am I right? Ehhh?”

They shoot him a warning glare, “Perv, we're in public.”

“And I didn't think you’d ever complain about- holy shit!” Guy cuts himself off to very unsubtly slap Honey’s arm and stage whisper to them, “it’s the couple with the huge dog! The one I was telling you about, that was like, table sized!”

They look to see a couple laughing amongst themselves on the other side of the road. “The dog’s not with them.” They say, just a little disappointed.

“Aww don't pout Honey, I'm sure we'll see it one day!”

They fire another glare his way, “I am not pouting, now stop pointing at them before they look at us.”

Guy just laughs, weaving his fingers in theirs. “Okay okay whatever you say, you know you can just say you want to get me home as soon as possible-”

They groan but give his hand a squeeze, “You're insufferable.”

“I love you too Honey!”

They give three small squeezes to his hand back, and his grin brightens tenfold.

~

“Asher what the fuck?” Baaabe turns to their wonderful boyfriend who had just nearly collapsed with laughter next to them on their way to their double date.

“No no Baaabe I'm fine I just-” he bursts into another fit of giggles. “Across the road, that guy is the pizza delivery person and he just called us the couple with the big dog.”

Baaabe burst out laughing at this too. “Well that's your own damn fault isn't it?”

“Oh definitely.” He cackles. “Worth it a thousand times over.”

“Oh god they must think we're the worst dog owners.” Baaabe says suddenly sobering up a bit.

Ash gently and affectionately pokes their forehead. “Hey you don't know that, so get out of your head and enjoy the fact that they think I'm the size of a table.”

Baaabe felt the small tension that had accrued to their shoulders drop and they let out another laugh, leaning into his shoulder as they walk.

“You're right, Milo’s gonna have a field day.”

“Yeah just don't tell David.”

Baaabe snickers causing Asher to gasp loudly. “Baaabe no you can't!”

“You'll have to stop me first.” They tease before taking off down the street.

“Noooo Baaabe get back here.” Asher calls as he runs after them.

~

Finally arriving home was a relief for Guy. As much as he kept up his playful attitude at work, it was nice to destress with his partner in the quiet safety of their apartment.

Flopping immediately onto the couch, he plants his face into the couch pillows with a groan.

“Swur relmf.”

“What?”

He lifts his head up weakly, “sweet relief.” He clarifies before burying his face back in the pillow.

“Long day?” Honey asks, tone softening as they pat his head. He just nods, relaxing into their touch. “I'll cook, I've had today off anyways.”

He half moves to get up, but they push him back down. “Rest.” They say firmly, “I can handle it, watch some tv or something.”

Too exhausted to argue, he just nods with an affectionate smile and grabs the remote. Switching on the tv, he notices there’s a video already open from a disk in the Xbox.

“Honey?” He calls out, “Were you watching something today?”

“Mmm?” they answer distractedly.

“You left a dvd in the xbox.” He presses play curiously, “You know I haven’t used a dvd in so long. I used to watch Star Trek after school every day on the dvds my dads got me. Which can I just say it is outrageous how quickly the passage of time claims technology like a hungry beast. I mean the last Blockbuster closed in 2014, murdered, taken out, assassinated by the ravenous nature of Big Streaming Services. I mean unless you count when I had to record that tortuous ad at work.”

“Hi there! Here at Max’s Rustic Pizza, we’ve got you covered.”

The video finally starts up again causing both Honey and Guy to gasp. Honey rushes in from the kitchen and attempts to grab the remote from a now very smug Guy.

“Honey, were you watching the old ad they made me record?” He turns to them with stars in his eyes.

“I-” they shuffle from foot to foot, Guy had never seen them so flustered before. “I just missed you is all I guess.”

“Awwww Honey!! You sap! Are you finally going soft? Is the true squishy interior of my beloved sweetheart finally being revealed to me??”

“Oh shush you menace, it’s not a big deal.” They fold their arms as they roll their eyes at him, turning away.

“You can’t deny it! The court has seen the truth of the case finally. After years of protests and lawyers and witnesses, we are getting down to the truth. That you, Honeybabydarling, love me your oh so humble boyfriend. Previously known as the most eligible bachelor in town, nay Dahlia, nay the world. And I for one would like the record to show that I love you back just as much oh Honey most wonderful. That I am all yours for the taking, ehhh?”

“I’m going to finish dinner.” They say, covering their smile with their hand.

“Wait!” Guy jumps up after them, “can I please have a kiss since I, tragically I know, am yet to receive one today. And I know you would just love to rectify that.” He taps his lips while giving them puppy eyes.

“Fine.” They say begrudgingly, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him to a kiss (choosing to ignore his victorious fist pump as they do so).

They pull away and rest their forehead against his, giving his chest three small taps with their finger.

“Love you.” They murmur, eyes closed.

“I love you too Honey.” He says sweetly, tapping their hand three times in return.

~

(Big inspo from the Max’s Rustic Pizza one off video Erik made like 3 years ago ahaha)

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He's a Real Party Dog

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Baaabe, Asher, Milo, Sweetheart

Pairings: Baaabe/Asher (main focus), Milo/Sweetheart

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/1trEMLCp3y301hHmzx2v4V?si=6DabGt36S8-YCMwwatDR9g

WOOF (ba dum tish) been having a day involving shitty flight panic. However I am running to publish this before flight mode turns on lol. A lil oneshot is had on the backburner but been working on the fairytale AU and have planned out most of the tales now and written a good chunk of the prologue! Thanks for all the lovely words and appreciation of my map (I was vry proud of the Dahlia Independently Counselled Kingdom lol)

Anyways! Enjoy.

Please 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.

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Knock knock knock.

“Baaabe!” Asher sticks his head out the dining room doorway, decorations box in hand. “Can you get the door?”

“You’re closer! I'm nearly done changing.” They call back from the bedroom, smoothing down their shirt.

“But you're more socially adept! It's just the pizza guy.” He adjusts the bright blue and gold Congratulations! banner over the table.

“Baby come on.” They roll their eyes affectionately to their reflection. “It's good practice.”

Knock knock knock.

They turn to leave only to be met with a very furry face looking up at them with huge puppy eyes.

“Again Ash?” They half sigh, half snort giving him an affectionate pet to the head. “Come on then you big baby.”

They reach the door, looking down at their very fluffy partner. “My outfit okay?”

He gives a small yip nosing their hand as his tail wags rapidly. They press a quick kiss to his forehead before opening the door.

“Hi congratulations! So sorry I'm earl- what is that my god?!” The guest shrieks as soon as the door opens and they're face to face with a giant wolf.

“Oh! I uh- Janine. Hi.” Baaabe and wolf-Asher exchange a look. “It's our dog. I thought you were the pizza guy.”

“I never knew you had a dog!” She squeals, “What's its name?”

“Mr Spok.” They answer unthinkingly, “he gets excited when he hears his name.” They glance at a now very wiggly dog Asher.

“Aww he's so cute! Very big. Can I pet him?” She coos holding out a hand.

“Uh that's up to him.” They smile awkwardly as Asher gives them half a side eye, before nudging her hand and allowing her a few pets.

“Aren't you just the cutest Mr Spock!” Janine gushes, before straightening up and handing Baaabe the bottle of wine she'd been holding. “Here, big congrats on the promotion. And so glad you're finally celebrating something work related!”

“Ah yeah, blame my husband, he's always trying to get me to allow myself the break.” They laugh, standing still in the doorway, while Asher gives a proud huff.

“Can I come in? If I'm too early that's fine I don't want to intrude.”

Baaabe opens their mouth to ask for just five minutes before a couple of other guests appear behind Janine.

“Just come on in!” They say with forced joviality, ignoring the large paw nudging them insistently.

The swarm of people floods into the thankfully fully decorated apartment. All the guests fussing excitedly over… Mr Spock.

In fact, Baaabe noticed stifling a snicker, Asher actually turned out to be the centre of attention no matter how many times he tried to slip away. There was a small sliver of satisfaction as they collected the pizza, tipping generously considering how many there were for the gathering. 'Karma' they think smugly. Before they could close the door, Milo and Sweetheart appear in the hall.

“Well hey there superstar!” Sweetheart cheers, wrapping Baaabe in a big hug.

“Hey big congrats.” Milo beams, offering a hug of his own. “I know we're doing a pack thing this weekend too, but we wanted to pop by just to say it in person.”

“Thank you both, that's very kind of you.” Pulling back, Baaabe grins at the two wickedly. “And if you've nowhere else to be; you have got to come in and say hi to Mr Spock.”

At the couple’s bemused look, they lean in conspiratorially. “Ash and I’s dog.” They wiggle their eyebrows.

Milo practically jumps for joy as he immediately sprints into the apartment.

“How did that even happen?” Sweetheart snickers as Baaabe links their arms and leads them inside.

“He was avoiding the pizza guy, turns out it was Janine very early and it all snowballed from there.” They whisper.

“Oh yeah they and Ash found this dog as a stray in the dirtiest dumpster, a real charity case. Such generous people. Especially when he was just covered in garbage.” The two look up to see Milo fawning theatrically over Asher, explaining how the couple came to adopting ‘Mr Spock’. He holds up a tennis ball - god knows where he found it - and begins teasing him with it to an audience of very entertained party guests.

Baaabe has to bury their face in Sweetheart’s shoulder to prevent them from losing it at Asher’s death glare yet blatantly wagging tail. And Sweetheart near collapses in a fit of giggles when Asher knocks the ball under Milo’s feet and the two fall into a pile on the floor. The two mates barely supporting each other; watching their lovers wrestle on the carpet.

“Okay okay.” Baaabe calls out, wiping tears frommtheir eyes. “That's enough, we don't want Mr Spock to get too overexcited and pizza’s here!”

A cheer emerges from the party.

“Oh but what about your husband?” Janine pipes up looking worried.

“Asher texted me and said he'd be here soon.” They say purposely ignoring Sweetheart and Milo’s simultaneous snicker.

Smiling and nodding as they shepherded Asher out to the bedroom they quickly shut and lock the door behind them.

“Oh my god Baaabe my hero!” Asher cries the second he transforms back.

“Ash!” They shush through a smile, “call that the consequences of your actions.”

"I swear I will get the pizza every time from now on." He says solemnly before he groans, “I'm never gonna live this down.”

“Correct, Mr Spock.” Sweetheart says materialising beside him making the pair jump half a foot in the air. Baaabe lets out a small oof as Asher leaps into their arms.

“Are you supposed to be a professional investigator?” Asher sticks his tongue out at Sweetheart. “You should've stepped in sooner!”

“Nah, you were having so much fun!” They wink, mimicking a wagging tail.

“Get out!” Asher cries, and Sweetheart chuckles menacingly as they phase out the wall. “Dick.” He pouts, dropping out of Baaabe’s arms.

“Okay, I'll run distraction for the guests and you can sneak in and come back in through the door.” Baaabe says, running a hand through his hair.

“Sounds like a plan Baaabe.” Asher gazes at them adoringly. “I love when you get all strategic and take charge.”

“Oh really?” Baaabe says in mock surprise. “Then come here and give me a kiss. That's an order~.”

“Ooh yes captain.” He purrs stepping in closer to kiss them.

“Ew get a room.” Sweetheart interjects face halfway through the wall.

“Out!” Baaabe glares, throwing a pair of socks and the retreating and cackling stealth.

Asher gives them a comforting peck on the cheek. “They're right, this can wait. I wanna celebrate you tonight rather than just be Mr Spock all night.”

“Thank you baby.” They soften wrapping their arms around him. “Okay I'll go first.”

“Wait! Bonus kiss for good luck.” He quickly kisses them again, pushing them towards the door.

“See you in a minute.” They wink, slipping out the door with a click.

“Aww I miss Mr Spock already.” He hears Milo calling out as Baaabe reemerges. “We coulda tested his commands, I know he's very well trained.”

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Cinnamon Buns

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Lovely, Sam, Darlin (briefly)

I always add a song to go along with a fic so optional enrichment of TWTGA by Bing and Ruth

https://open.spotify.com/track/4ljALrblJ6OyrXFH0PzXwK?si=7T4vQG5tTIiCNMK1nSmo-A&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A5dfUD4mVuuZbcSWBpqJLgz

Basically this is me loving the world that has been built and just how alive a lot of these characters feel. Particularly platonic relationships and I particularly want Lovely and Sam to be best friends so here you go. Spoilers for post inversion stuff btw!

Please 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.

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“Do I gotta get one of them camera doorbells now just to stop trespassers loitering on my porch?”

“Sam! Hi, sorry I should've texted you but this was more impromptu than I'd hoped!” Lovely spins to greet him, fidgeting with their fingers.

“Are you okay?” He asks brow furrowing.

“Yes? No? I don't know. I just wanted your company… to talk to you b-but it doesn't have to be about anything serious if you're tired or anything.”

He looks them over, “Let's go inside.” He pulls out his key and unlocks the door.

They awkwardly follow him in, watching him to mimic him taking off his shoes.

“Oh! I made cinnamon rolls. T-to thank you for seeing me.” They say holding out a small tupperware.

“I'm touched, but what's got you so on edge? You haven't been this… well, awkward, since Vincent first introduced us Sp-” he quickly cuts off the old nickname, inwardly cursing himself.

They swallow and look away, silver eyes catching on the small lights in his kitchen.

“I wanted to ask… i-it's silly and stupid and stuff and you don't have to because it sounds I guess weird or- or- arrogant to want this-”

He notices the tupperware creaking slightly in their hands as their grip tightens and he gently takes it from them, setting it down on the table.

“I ain't gonna judge, you know that. I never do.”

They level him with an unimpressed look, “That's bullshit Sam and you damn well know it.”

There's half a pause where they're both able to maintain the veneer of seriousness before it cracks and laughter breaks between the two friends.

Sam feels the small swell of pride seeing how their shoulders relax a little after that.

“I don't know what you mean, I am the pillar of all that is good in this god forsaken clan, watching over you headless chickens creating chaos and getting injured.”

“Keep telling yourself that cowboy.”

“You little shit-” he goes to jokingly poke their arm but they dodge out the way lightning fast, jumping up onto the counter opposite.

“Too slow Sam, you really gotta up your game.” They tease. “Honestly you fall down a mountain one time-”

“You what?” Sam asks, his eyes narrowing, quickly sweeping his gaze over them for signs of injury.

Their eyes widen as they realise their mistake. “Vincent didn't tell you…?”

“No, should I have been informed?”

“Nope! I merely had a slight stumble and got a few teeny tiny scrapes and Vincent and my wonderful new healing kicked in and saved the day so really there's no need for-”

“Good luck, you're still gonna get a lecture.” Darlin called out from the hallway, strolling into the kitchen swinging their jacket on.

Lovely deflates at this with a slight pout. “Dammit” they mutter under their breath while the shifter chuckles. Darlin turns to Sam after grabbing their keys off the table.

“I'm heading to Ash’s house, he's practically begging for someone to beat his ass at this new game he got; so David, Milo, and I have been roped into a ‘family game night’” they huff but Sam doesn't miss the slight twitch of a smile.

“Well try not to beat them all too hard or Asher will never let you leave asking for rematches.” He gives their hand a small squeeze, holding it to his mouth before pausing and looking to them for permission.

They give another huff but nod, looking away as he carefully places a kiss on their knuckles and letting them go.

“I'll text you.” They say, quickly turning back to the exit, tossing Lovely a wave. “See you later baby fangs.”

“Bye- oh wait I bought extra cinnamon rolls in case I bumped into you!” Lovely - who had been quietly sat watching the couple - jumps to their feet and rummages through their bag for another ridiculously large tupperware. “Here! For the pack.” They say holding it out to Darlin.

“Oh. Thanks.” They say a little gruffly, gently taking the container from Lovely. “I'm sure the pack will love these.”

“How many did you make?” Sam says, incredulously looking between the massive container, Lovely's bag, and the additional container on the table.

They shrug. “A little over two hundred I think, by accident!”

“How the hell do you make two hundred cinnamon rolls 'by accident'?”

“Well I wanted to make some when I decided to see you, then I thought I might bump into Tank and so thought I should at least try to make some extras. But then I finished them so fast that waiting for the first batch to prove was taking forever and so I made more whole I was waiting, and thus created a kind of cinnamon bun mlm scheme?”

Sam chuckles and even Darlin lets out a small scoff of laughter. “Well I'm sure the whole of Dahlia is grateful for the cinnamon buns, even if it was at the cost of all the flour in the region.”

“Hey try them first old man.” They joke, “Dahlia might come for me with stakes yet.”

That made Darlin snort properly before pecking Sam on the cheek and grabbing their motorcycle helmet.

“Okay I really have to go now or David will have my ass for being even later than I already am.”

Once the door was shut Sam turned back to Lovely with his signature mother hen look. “Was the reason you stress baked to hell and back the reason you're here right now?”

Lovely deflated slightly, picking at their fingers again. “Straight to it huh?” They smile sadly up at him, taking a deep breath. “I've been working on, saying what I need more with my therapist. I've gotten a lot better but sometimes I still get that block and… well this is something I've wanted to ask about for a good few months now. I wanted to ask before things got too crazy with Summit planning.”

Sam leaned back slightly, a small frown creasing his features feeling his stomach twist slightly at the thought that he'd upset his friend somehow.

“I always hope you can talk to me. You're my friend just as much as Vincent is.”

Their shoulders drop slightly and they smile bashfully at him. “That means a lot to hear you say that Sam, thank you. You're one of the best friends I've had for a while I just…” they consider for a moment. “Ever since I… I died. You stopped calling me Sparky, and I guess I'm asking if you could again.”

He blinks, that not being what he expected at all. “I- What?”

“You don't have to if you don't want to.” They seem more relieved having spoken it aloud, “but I don't know, I liked it and it felt like our thing. I don't want… I don't want our friendship to be another cost of my turning I suppose, despite knowing you're still here.”

“I…” he swallows, “I'm sorry, I just didn't know if you'd want the reminder. I know I sure as hell didn't.”

There’s a quiet as understanding passes through the two.

“But then again I didn't have anyone really. And those I did have I wasn't close to… didn't want to be.” He sighs, rubbing his forehead.

“Of course. You had choice and freedom taken away from you in the worst way possible… I'm truly sorry Sam. You never deserved it.” They add quietly, looking up at him.

He shoots them a wry but sympathetic smile, “Neither did you. Guess we both know a thing or two about that.”

“When I lost my powers I-” they crumple slightly, “I just hope I can get some back at least.”

Sam feels his heart tear in two, driving him to his feet to hold out his arms to them. “Hug Sparky?”

They barrel into his arms with vampiric speed; if he still had air in his lungs it would have been knocked out.

They didn't speak for a while. Just holding each other in the soft dark of Sam’s kitchen.

“It's silly but… I think I miss my eyes the most.” they trail off.

He gives them a small squeeze. “It's the little things that get you.”

The knots loosened a little.

And the night was quiet.

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3 times Morgan surprises Seer Obscura, and 1 time they surprise him.

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Morgan Kyne, Seer Obscura Listener

Pairings: Morgan Kyne/Seer Obscura Listener

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/7z88hLSesdUzt84MsPuAil?si=edmgOuleQ-yGwJdyBN-7Jw&context=spotify%3Aplaylist%3A6gMWrHCmEmF54tvpMf1WSo

Just a small note that I gave Seer Obscura the nickname 'Pumpkin' bc I think it's sweet and wanted to find one Erik hasn't used yet that fit with Morgan.

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(1)

“Guess what I have in my hand.”

For what must be the tenth time this week; Morgan taps their hand and holds out his fist in front of them.

“Is it another kiss?” They’re amused, fully used to his shenanigans by now.

“You don't know, that's why you're guessing. That's the mystique of it, Pumpkin.”

“Hmm fine. Then my guess is still a kiss.”

He opens his palm to reveal a small button. They pause, blinking twice.

“Is that the spare button I've been looking for all day?”

“Yes! I found it in the couch cushions just now.” He says proudly, handing it to them before a more mischievous look grows on his face. “But you'll never guess what’s in my other hand.”

Hiding an affectionate smile behind their hand as he presents another fist, they eye it up. He's holding it at an odd angle, making them suspicious.

“Give it here I want to inspect it.”

“That's not how it works!” He laughs, yanking his hand back, cupping it protectively to his chest. “You have to guess!”

“I can guess better once I have a look - so give it here.” They lean forwards trying to reach his hand.

“No no no,” he backs up to the edge of the couch. “If you just guess, it'll be much quicker.”

“And I'll guess more accurately if you let me have a look… at… your… hand!” Pumpkin says, clambering on top of him now to try and reach.

“No - get off!” He chuckles, holding his arm out as far back as he can.

The two tussle for a moment back and forth, until finally Morgan’s arm gets tired, and he sinks back down on the sofa in defeat.

“Alright alright,” he sighs theatrically, “take it and see.”

Smugly, they grab his hand and pry open the fingers to reveal… nothing. Just as they do, Morgan leans upwards and presses a kiss to their cheek.

“That one was the kiss.” He says proudly, looking up at them from beneath them, on the sofa.

They just gape at him, mouth open.

“...are you okay Pumpkin?” He asks softly, cupping their face.

“You're just so cheesy.” They protest before capturing his lips in theirs.

(2)

The front door had never been more of a welcome sight for Pumpkin today. It had been a good day today; they were still doing crew only runs before tech week, and they were really proud of how their illusions were coming up. But it was exhausting to say the least, and the only thing they wanted now was to relax into the weekend.

As they open the front door, they pause, hearing deep string music from the apartment. Instead of calling out like they normally do, they instead slip into the apartment and just listen. The notes, melancholic but gentle, draw them in along the path to the bedroom they shared with their fellow Seer Obscura.

Angled gracefully on a chair facing the window, was Morgan - lovingly drawing his bow across the strings. They watch in awe as he sways with the melody, a piece of hair falling uncaringly over his closed eyes, as the sunset cradles his face. He's a beautiful sight.

He always is to them.

Coming to the end of his piece, Morgan opens his eyes and startles at the sight of them.

“Oh fuck! Hi- I mean, hi Pumpkin.” His face breaks into joy, and they can't help but think of the moon as the sun outlines him.

“I've never gotten to hear you play before.” They murmur, stars in their eyes as they gaze at him.

“Ah well.” He says rubbing the back of his neck, “I haven't played in a while, but I just wanted to reconnect with it all of a sudden.”

“It's beautiful.” They whisper, moving forward to stand next to him.

“Yeah? You liked it?” He interlaces their fingers, and Pumpkin can feel the fresh callouses from where he'd been playing.

“Play me some more?” They request hopefully.

And gods if Morgan can't help but think of the stars. The dying rays of the sun sparkle brighter in their eyes than any spot in the sky.

(3)

This happens with every show. It's inevitable, it's painful, it's metaphorical hell.

Tech week.

The actors were being insufferable and the director was just yelling at everyone, and all the noise was pounding through their head making it near impossible to focus on their illusion work. All of which meant lunch was a relief to say the very least.

Rushing to hide in the small tech office off the side of the actual booth, Pumpkin grabs their satchel from their locker and sinks into the nearest chair.

Three more days. Then they could become one with their bed and cuddle their boyfriend. And snacks - they decide as their stomach rumbles. Lots of those.

Pulling out the small tupperware they'd brought with them, they feel a weird paper texture on the top. Inspecting the container properly, reveals a small sticky note taped to the top.

Hey Pumpkin!

I know you're being put through the metaphorical wringer at the moment, so thought I'd leave you this to let you know I'm cheering for you!

Morgan x

(Also I snuck some cookies in your bag too - make sure you take your full lunch break!)

“Dork.” They murmur to themselves fondly.

Inside a back pocket is a small bag of chocolate chip cookies - their favourites, and the ones Morgan hates with a passion.

They took the full break to plan a little revenge.

(4)

“Hey Pumpkin, I'm home!” He calls into the apartment as he toes off his shoes. “Pumpkin?”

“I'm in the bedroom!” They call through.

Following the sound of their voice he pads over, pulling off his jacket and Sodality Office keycard as he goes.

“Hi.” They say shyly as he comes in. “I actually have… something to show you.”

“Oh? Can I see it?”

Tentatively they reach under the bed and pull out a relatively small and cheap looking keyboard.

“I've been practicing, so we could possibly play together one day. Make our own little spell song in a way.” They murmur, looking down at the keys determinedly.

When he doesn't reply, they finally look up, heart pounding in their chest. Only to see a very teary eyed Morgan.

“Can I please kiss you because I think this is the nicest and most romantic thing to ever happen to me in my life.” He whispers, gazing at them awestruck.

They nod, blinking away their own tears and the two embrace.

“Now,” he says when they finally pull back,” can you play for me Pumpkin?”

“Sure.” They smile, and he can't stop himself from quickly kissing the corner of their lips. “It's the one you played for me a while ago, play with me after?”

“Always,” he carefully sits next to them, leaning his head on their shoulder and wrapping an arm around them. “Though you'll always be my favourite melody.”

“So cheesy, you absolute dork.” They whisper, touching their forehead to his. “You're mine too.”

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Just in Case

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Treasure, Sam, Darlin

Pairings: Treasure/Porter (mentioned), Sam/Darlin

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/3VjysqtxS79bPm4hAjqwwW?si=4W-E7luISr6tLKr-mZO3yw

Pretty angsty in Treasure's self reflection. Unreliable narrator oops. Kinda wrote this up whilst prepping for a bigger writing piece I have planned. Hope y'all enjoy!

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And just like that he was out the door.

Treasure doesn’t know how long they stood like that, staring at an open doorway to dark streets. It didn't take long for their small apartment to turn cold, not that there was much warmth in there at the moment.

They’d had an arm held out to him at one point they think. Bitterly kicking a shirt on the floor they realise how common a motif that had become for their life. How long had they been clawing at closed doors begging to be loved; bird in their teeth still fluttering weakly.

How quickly had Porter filled their life, and how quickly had they forgotten the cold.

But they couldn't forget it now. With the wind seeping in through the literal and metaphorical gaping hole he had left.

Finally they close the door. Now it's cold and quiet. And both have a way of getting in their bones.

They sink down against the door and hold themselves with shaking hands, as if they could stop the sobs from breaking them apart.

~

Hours passed since the fight. Then days. Their apartment was still messy. Never dirty but always messy, enough to get by but enough to be judged. If they ever had guests anyway.

It took a week to realise that outside of work, they hadn't spoken to anyone. All their waking hours afterwards had been devoted to looking for a glimpse of a smooth talking vampire, and praying to every god he would hear them out.

Should they be begging for forgiveness? They weren't in the right, they'd pushed too far. But they surely didn't deserve to be insulted like that. Did they? No they didn't.

Did they?

They shake their head, desperate to get some of the constant noise out.

Resolving to try and change one thing, fuck it they're going to investigate.

They had vaguely remembered one evening, Porter coming in looking frantic. He'd written down an address in their phone.

For you, Treasure. Just in case.

The words that night held promises they were terrified of, but their attempts to soothe him were cut off with harsh kisses that faded into the warmth of his touch.

So now here they were. Just in case. Like a fool. In front of a cozy looking house in the middle of nowhere. Pickup truck in the driveway and porch empty. Pausing with their hand raised to knock, they take a moment to breathe in the night air for a moment. Quiet. Whether that was a good thing or not; they guessed they were about to see.

~

Knock knock.

Sam startled as he looked up from his keyboard. Shooting a confused glance at Darlin sat opposite, he slowly closes the laptop.

“You expecting anyone, Darlin? One of the pack stopping by today?”

They shake their head. “No. Vincent or Sparky coming over?”

“Nope.” He looks to the door. “Let's hope it ain't bad news.”

Opening the door reveals a Treasure shivering slightly in the cool night air. He and Darlin exchange a look at the sight of them: unempowered.

“Well hi there, how can I help you tonight?” He asks, hospitable tone unable to fully conceal his unease.

“Um.” Internally Treasure was screaming, what was their plan again? “Hi.”

“Hi.” Darlin leans in the doorway with crossed arms, eyebrows raised as they look Treasure up and down.

“I'm sorry to bother you so late at night.” They swallow thickly, taking half a step back. “But I'm looking for Porter.”

Another look between the two in the doorway.

“What do you want with that prick?” Darlin grumbles.

“He said to come here, if I ever needed. Just in case.” Treasure asserts, beginning to stand their ground.

“Did something happen?” Sam immediately scans the road behind them, searching for anything lurking the shadows.

“We had an argument. And I haven't heard from him since. I don't know. Sorry I shouldn't have come here for that.” They shake their head reality hitting them. How could just in case possibly apply to an argument? “I just wanted to know if he was okay.” They whisper as they turn back to their small car.

“Wait.” Sam calls after them. “Why don't we chat? I could make some tea or something.”

“...Are you sure?” Treasure questions, keeping a hesitant eye on Darlin.

“I wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure.” He says with a wry smile.

“Well, a lot of people would, so.” They shrug before realising what they said. “Not that I'm casting doubts on you or anything, sorry.”

Only Sam notices, but Darlin twitches softening a little towards the stranger.

“Um can I ask… are you guys, uh…”

“Yes we’re together.” Darlin says proudly.

“Oh I was going to ask if you guys were… special, like Porter b-but that's also nice. Congratulations?” Treasure tilts their head to the side.

Sam snorts, earning an elbow to the side from Darlin. “Just come inside already.” They call out behind them as they make their way back to the kitchen table.

Treasure tentatively follows behind the pair. Their eyes are draw to the small but tender touches. The way Darlin always seems to be connected to Sam in someway, the way Sam looks at Darlin like they hung the stars in the sky. They wonder if P- they shake their head - you've already messed that up.

“Is Porter alright?” Sam asks, his back to them as he boils the kettle.

“I don't know.” They confess quietly. “I haven't seen him for a while.”

“How long?”

“Nearly a month and a half.”

Yet another glance between the two, and they felt something inside of them twitch.

“So you are ‘special’ like him. You know why he was particularly upset.” They fight to keep their voice even.

“I am like him, in some ways. In the way you mean at least.” Sam confirms solemnly, placing a cup of tea in front of them. “And it's a… complex situation. Not one that's my place to tell.”

“Then why invite me in?” They take a sip, recoiling a little as they burn their tongue.

“Because you look like shit.” Darlin cuts in.

“In lack of better phrasing.” Sam snorts.

“I'm sure I do.” Treasure feels themselves relax a bit, laughing bitterly. “I'm sorry I've had no one to say this to for ages now - but I cannot fucking believe vampires are real.”

They watch as the two soften into laughter and the room warms. Treasure takes another sip of tea, much more pleasant as it slips down their throat.

“Why do you want to see him again?” Darlin asks after a moment of the quiet settling between them.

“What?” Treasure and Sam ask at rhe same time.

“Just,” Darlin avoids eye contact with Sam for a moment, “he’s not your only option, he shouldn't be.”

They feel Sam’s hand on their shoulder, and lean into it almost imperceptibly.

“We're working things out.” Treasure says carefully. “If he comes back that is. Who else I have is none of your business.”

“Just don't try and do something stupid alone. Fucking, call us if you have to or something. I don't know.” They stop themselves with a sigh, standing up.

“Darlin.” Sam cups their face delicately.

“I'm fine, I just need to go for a run.” They assure him, pressing their forehead against his.

“Okay. Be safe.” He breathes as he lets them go.

“I'm sorry I didn't mean-” Treasure awkwardly half stands too.

“You're fine.” Darlin shakes their head. “Me stuff.”

And just like that they're gone, along with the warmth in the room that had only just settled.

“I- I'm sorry.” They swallow. “I should go.”

Running away, ironic.

“If you need to go, I won't stop you - but they weren't lying to you.” He says quietly.

“Thank you. Um…?”

“Sam.”

“Thank you Sam.” They half smile. “If you see Porter…” they shake their head. “Goodbye.”

And they hurry out the front door, leaving it open, half empty mug still the table, warm.

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Redacted Audio

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

Good Morning Sunshine - Elliot/Sunshine, where they wake up together

3:29am - Huxley/Freelancer, where Huxley comforts Freelancer they can't sleep

An Evening In - Damien/Freelancer, where Damien comes in from the rain with a surprise

Glitter - Freelancer/Gavin, & Caelum, where they do crafts together

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

Smile for Me Dear - Lasko/Dear, where Dear visits Lasko in his office after an overwhelming day

3 times Morgan surprises Seer Obscura, and 1 time they surprise him - Morgan/Seer Obscura, where we see snapshots of domestic life together

Shadows and Shades - Elliot/Sunshine, where he comforts them post the events of The Balance

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

When it rains, it pours - where the DAMN crew comforts Freelancer about what Kody did

Take the Time Off - Milo/Sweetheart, where Milo convinces Sweetheart to take the day off sick

Breathe, Sweetheart - Milo/Sweetheart, where early days in their relationship, Milo helps comfort Sweetheart when they get overstimulated in a restaurant

Snow is the best alarm - Aaron/Smartass, where Smartass surprises Aaron with a late night date in the snow

A Short Visit - Warden/Vega (kinda), where Warden visits Vega and they're both feeling a little more vulnerable than usual

Daisy, Daisy - Marcus/Asset, where we see snapshots of the decline and then a snapshot of the consequences

A Moment of Peace - David/Angel, where David takes care of his mate while their joints are sore

Confessions - Aaron/Smartass, where they confess their love for the first time

Just in Case - Treasure, Sam & Darlin, where Treasure finds their way to Sam and Darlin's house after the argument with Porter

Pancakes - David/Angel, where Angel has a surprise for David one morning

He's a Real Party Dog - Asher/Baaabe, where Asher faces the consequences at Baaabe's promotion party

Home is With You - Gavin/Freelancer, where Gavin gets Freelancer to take a break for once

Still Hell, Maybe Not so Bad - Avior/Starlight, where Starlight has a bit of a breakdown and braids Avior's hair.

Like a Dog at Your Door - Hush/Doc, where Hush stops by for a visit after reading something new in the library.

Dream a Little Dream of Me - Elliot/Sunshine, where Sunshine has to deal with a creep at work... but there's something else there.

To Live and Love With You - Sam/Darlin, where Sam comes home late to find Darlin in the kitchen.

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

Tales of Redactia: Redacted Audio Fairytale AU

Map - Hand-drawn map of the world I had in mind for this fic :)

Chapter 1 - The Sword in the Stone, Gabe/David's Mother

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Take the time off

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Milo, Sweetheart, lil bit of Aggro

Pairings: Milo/Sweetheart

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/5skgItYTTPdiy7hTy7pTnI?si=wEeqneLEQbqFmi4qN_lJBQ

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Consciousness was not kind to Sweetheart this morning. Opening their eyes blearily, the screaming of their alarm clock brought with it the awareness of the dull ache of their muscles. With a groan they reach out for their mate, burying their face in his chest.

“Mm mornin’ Sweetheart.” He mumbles, pulling them in closer.

“Ughhhhhh.” Is all they can manage.

He laughs lightly, beginning to press little kisses to their head. As he does a small crease appears between his brows. “You feel awfully warm today.” He says lifting the back of his hand to their forehead.

“Mm fine, just achey.” They say thickly with a sniffle.

“Flare up achey or different achey?” He murmurs, gently massaging their scalp.

“Different.” They wince as they slowly begin rising from the bed.

“Woah woah, where are you off to?”

“Work.” They say plaintively, “I've got… to get to work. I have a meeting with my investigation team.”

“No the fuck you don't! You're in a right state this morning. You're clearly sick.” Milo protests indignantly sitting up.

“‘S fine.” They squirm out of the covers and slowly pad over to the closet, holding their head with a poorly concealed moan of pain. “Have some painkillers and be A-Ok.” They give him a thumbs up.

“Sweetheart.” He says in a concerned tone. “You never take days off, I promise they'll survive without you for the day.”

“Yeah but if I miss a whole day that’s lot. Plus better they have to send me home so they know I'm sick and not lying.” They're awkwardly dressing now, hands fumbling with grabbing their shirt from the closet.

“I have the day off today.” He tempts, standing up and wrapping his arms around their waist. “Me, you, and Aggro can have a recovery day eh?”

The cat in question gives a sleepy affirming mew from where he's burrowed in the covers.

“But I have to-” they're cut off by a yawn, leaning into Milo’s embrace as they do. “...go to work.”

“Not today you don't.” He assures them guiding them back to bed. “Here just lie down for five minutes while I get you water, a snack, and some painkillers. If you're still raring to go to work then, we can talk.”

Not foreseeing the obvious trap, Sweetheart just nods, wearily accepting his logic.

“Okay. I'll be quicker if I can just eat here.” They mumble, sinking back into the mattress.

Milo was trying not to be too worried for them; because if he was able to get them down this easy, it meant whatever they had was hitting hard.

“Very true.” He nods with another quick kiss to their forehead.

As he heads to the kitchen, Aggro jumps up at the prospect of food, winding through his legs meowing excitedly.

After placing the bowl down, he collects a glass of water, painkillers, and a thermometer. He moves quietly, not wanting to disturb them too much.

He opens the door to see Sweetheart; investigator shirt incorrectly buttoned, half out of bed, and frozen, looking incredibly guilty.

“Hey Lover.” They say with the same cadence of a child caught with their hand in the sweet jar.

He raises an eyebrow at that, he should've known it was too easy earlier. “What are you doing, you menace?”

“I was just… resting?”

“Mhm, try again Sweetheart.”

“Trying to go to work despite being too sick to because I have a serious issue?”

“Ding ding ding, now come on, back to bed.”

They sigh defeatedly. “I know I should be, I just can’t relax. I feel so… agitated.”

“Well can I help with that?” He asks, placing the stuff he'd brought down onto the bedside table.

“I'm… not sure how. You know how bad I am at this.” They confess awkwardly, trying to laugh it off. The sickness meant their filter was gone, but the weight of the words still lingered bitterly in their mouth.

“Why don't we try just lying down first?” He offers. “You don't gotta relax, just lie with me for a bit.”

They hesitate weighing up their options, before a particularly harsh throb of their head has them leaning back on the bed for support.

“Okay.” They murmur, reaching out a hand to him. “Help me get this stupid shirt off first, I did it wrong.”

“Noooo.” He teases as he steps closer to them, kneeling down, “you were so close.”

They huff, giving him a scathing glare. “Okay asshole, be nice, I'm sick.”

“Hey I'm taking care of you aren't I?” He laughs. He deftly begins undoing each button, kissing the skin that he exposes as he goes. “You're so beautiful Sweetheart. Damn. Don't know how you do it.”

They look down at him with a disbelieving stare, “I'm a mess right now, I can't be beautiful all the time, Lover.”

“Shush.” He says between kisses. “My. Beautiful. Mate. No matter what you say. Because you're stunning, and I won't ever hear otherwise. Okay?” He says as he finishes, standing back up to look them in the eye.

“Okay.” They murmur, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his hand.

“Now you are coming to bed.”

“Take me out to dinner first Greer.”

“What if I have you for dinner?” He grins.

“Oh shut up.” They break first, turning away.

“Don't get flustered now baby.” He teases as they settle into the bed.

“Not flustered. Sick.” They protest. Once they hit the mattress again, they feel their aching muscles sigh with relief and groan wearily.

“There you are, you stubborn mess.” He says stroking their forehead. “Now open, I'm taking your temperature.”

They comply and he pops the thermometer in their mouth, moving into full Nurse Milo mode.

“Now once I've got your temperature you're having water and painkillers while I call DUMP-” They go to protest but he cuts them off. “Ah! No - temperature.”

They shoot him a glare before settling down, there's a small beep and he takes it from their mouth. “Oof you're warm Sweetheart, you're gonna need a few days off if this keeps up.”

They sigh. “It can't be that bad-” he spins it round to show them, “-okay well… not ideal.”

“Let me look after you Sweetheart, please.” He pleads quietly. “You gotta rest.”

Feeling his worry they bite their lip, nodding. For him they will try.

He nods, standing up to grab his phone.

“Wait..." they grab his hand, trailing off.

He doesn't speak, allowing them the time to say the words they need.

“Stay?” They whisper, “just- just for a bit?”

“Always.” He replies, immediately sitting back down beside them. “I could never go far from you Sweetheart.”

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Three Idiots, One Braincell (yet to be found)

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Darlin, Angel, Asher, Sam, David, Baaabe

Pairings: Darlin/Sam, Angel/David, Baaabe/Asher

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/3ey7ICVIp1vmwSmCJqVZ2x?si=_74X3NnRR2a8rkCDBLMa3w

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“You are the dumbest bitch ever, and this is all your fault.” Angel says turning to Asher.

“I would say I'm nobody's bitch, but I wear this collar for a reason.” He snickers.

“Ash. Now is not the time.” Darlin growls at their Beta.

“It's never the time with you people, so I have to take it where I can!” Asher protests as he looks out over the lake. “Besides, it's a beautiful late afternoon. The sun is going down soon, it's still nice and warm, and we can hear the beautiful sounds of nature.”

“Oh, truly beautiful.” Angel chirps sarcastically.

“It would be nicer if the view was voluntary.” Darlin replies dryly, slapping a mosquito that had landed on their arm.

“I mean you chose to get on here-”

“Because you two were drifting into the grossest lake in Dahlia with no paddles and a dream!”

“You mean you missed us so much you wanted to spend some proper quality time with your best buds?”

“That's not relevant.”

“So you did!” Asher exclaims, joining in, grinning ear to ear.

“Nope, shut up.” They turn away from him, poking a particularly nasty bubble with the stick they'd managed to snap off a branch as they drifted past.

“You're worse than David.” Asher teases.

“Can confirm. Two grumps.” Angel says popping the ‘p’ sound.

“Both of you shut up while I try to get one of our three more competent mates down here.” Darlin says, pulling out their phone, just as the sun begins to sink below the horizon.

“Can I put in a vote for Sam?” Angel chimes in, “I'll take his particular brand of mother henning over our mates’ Asher.”

“Oh definitely,” Asher nods sagely, “because David and my Baaabe will 100% team up.”

“You two have clearly not been on the receiving end of enough Collins brand lectures if you're choosing his fussing over the dynamic duo.”

“But they know all our secrets!” Asher protests.

“You know it's most likely all three of them will lecture us.” Angel says thoughtfully as Tank pops another bubble. “At least we have a lil buddy!” They point out the disturbingly large frog that had hopped onto the edge of the makeshift raft they'd cobbled together with Asher.

“Ew ew ew nope!” Asher says quickly hiding behind Angel as a human shield.

“What?” They burst out laughing as Asher scrambles back. “It's just a frog, he's here to say hi.”

“Asher! We're on the world's worst raft - don't move that fast.” Darlin snarls, moving into a more defensive stance to try and steady the raft.

“For shame Ash.” Angel tuts, “also hey! If it really was the world’s worst raft, we'd be in the water so no hating.”

“Yeah I'm actually impressed it's held all three of us so well.” Asher remarks, poking the raft with his toe, still clinging to Angel.

“Don't you mean four?” Darlin grins toothily at Asher as they gesture to the frog with their stick.

“No he officially counts as a stowaway and is also, super gross.”

Any retort Darlin had is cut off by their phone ringing.

“Ten bucks says it's Davey.” Angel stage whispers to Asher.

“You're on.” He gives their hand a shake.

“You three idiots are stuck in the middle of a lake?” The low rasp of the pack Alpha is heard from Darlin’s phone.

“Yesss!” Angel cheered.

“...is my mate happy about that?” David asks incredulously.

“No.” Darlin sighs watching the two bicker, “Asher owes them ten bucks now is all.”

“How did this even happen?” A second voice chimes in.

“Baaabe!” Asher beams, “Alpha 2 and I wanted to build a raft to see if we would survive on a desert island. And well, we had to test it out - and it's holding pretty well if I do say so myself!”

“Did you build oars?”

“Nope.” Asher says far too proudly.

There's a long sigh on the other end of the phone.

“Sam says he's on his way.” Darlin says, making the decision to ignore the two fools they're sharing a raft with.

“Does he happen to have a boat?” David quips.

“No, but frankly I'll be shocked if Vincent doesn't.”

“Well we’ll see when he gets here. I think we can see you from the west bank.”

“Davey, how open are you to adopting a frog I have befriended?” Angel interjects.

“No.” He says flatly.

“We can talk about it.”

“Angel.”

“Oh look I see them.” Asher points out two figures on the far bank, just as a pick up truck pulls up beside them.

“Well, more witnesses now to officially the stupidest situation I've ever gotten into.” Darlin grumbles.

“We weren't getting out of here on our own.” Asher reasons, “especially not when the sun’s down.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Angel asks in a sing-song voice.

“Both of you are responsible for this.” Darlin glares.

“Ooh ice cold.” Angel cackles, unphased.

“Hey Darlin’” They hear from the phone in their hand, instantly soothing their headache.

“Hey.” They say, a small smile tugging at their lips.

Asher subtly nudges Angel with a grin, and the two watch in glee as the wolf softens instantly.

“What, y’all are too good to swim across?”

All three of them pause at the question, brains short circuiting.

“You have got to be kidding me. None of you even considered it?” Baaabe says through the phone, and Asher giggles at the clear image of them face palming.

“What about our phones?” Angel pipes up, desperate to salvage a little of the trio’s dignity.

With a cry of inspiration; Asher reaches into his pocket and triumphantly pulls out a little plastic seal bag from his pocket. “Baaabe and I made sandwiches for the picnic earlier and I still have the seal bag! It won’t be perfect but should last us to the bank.”

“The whole time Asher?” Angel cries out.

“Shut up, and give me your phones and the bag.” Darlin says, and the two make the strategic decision to not talk back, sheepishly handing their phones to Darlin. “Can you two swim okay?” They ask, eyeing them up.

“I have a pool.” Angel says indignantly.

“Good, then you’ll be fine.” They grin wickedly, before shoving Angel into the lake.

“I SWALLOWED ALGAE YOU ASS!” They splutter as they resurface. Hearing David’s laughter through the phone makes their eyes narrow. “David Shaw you better not be laughing right now or I swear to god-”

There’s another snort on the other end of the line. “You got yourself in this mess Angel. Don’t worry I brought towels.”

“Oh how generous.” They grumble and start swimming to the nearest bank.

Asher looks up at Darlin, “I can swim just fine but that doesn’t mean you can just push me in.”

“Oh yeah? Why not?” They raise an eyebrow as they take a step towards him.

“Because I’m already in the water.” He winks before jumping off the raft before they can reach him.

“Loser.” They mutter before turning to their phone. “Okay you three, we’ll be at the bank in a second.” And they hang up.

“BRING GREG!” Angel screams from where they’re already perched on the bank.

“WHAT?” They call back, bemused.

“THE FROG - I WANT HIM!”

They sigh, turning to the massive lump of frog, still chilling on the side of the raft. Making eye contact with it made them uneasy so they made a decision.

“HE’S MASSIVE, NO WAY!”

“PLEASE HE’S ALL I HAVE LEFT IN THIS WORLD-” Their dramatic plea was cut off by David bundling them in a towel. Even from a distance, Darlin could see the way he was fussing over them. No matter how much he played up the cool exterior.

Next to them, Asher was emerging from the lake with a good assortment of mud and various lake flora covering him. Baaabe hurries over to him and begins picking out each thing with care.

"Hey Baaabe." Asher positively glows when he sees them. "C'mere."

"Absolutely not, you smell like shit and will catch your death standing there dripping." They giggle as they pick out the various items he somehow managed to accrue in the short swim.

"Oh pleaseeeeee." He pouts looking up at them with big eyes. "I was nearly trapped out at sea!"

"I think a lake is a little lower risk than the ocean sugar." They say cheerfully, beginning to pat him down with a towel. "But here-" and they press their lips to his quickly. "That should keep you going till you can shower."

Darlin, seeing the final figure waiting for them on the bank, tucks the bag of phones into their waistband and slips into the lake. Swimming quickly back to their mate, they clamber out onto the bank in front of him.

“Heya Darlin’, you doing alright?” He asks, eyeing them over quickly.

“I’m fine, kiss?” They take a step forward only to be stopped in their tracks by a hand to the chest.

"I wanna at least dry you off a little first." He holds up another towel. “May I?”

They nod begrudgingly, allowing him to carefully wipe their face clean. Once satisfied, he wraps the towel around their shoulders before pressing a gentle kiss to their lips.

“Now let’s get you a shower already.” He says with his nose wrinkled.

They let out a bark of laughter, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Before pulling out the small bag of phones and redistributing them.

"Farewell Greg." Angel says mournfully looking out to the raft.

"You can't seriously want to have that thing in your home." Baaabe says in disbelief.

"Oh no, not at all." Angel says, eyes glittering. "But imagine Davey's face getting to come home to Greg every day."

Everyone's gaze turned to David who had the most repulsed expression on, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

"You're a menace Angel." He mutters.

"Oh you love me really!" They say cheerfully, pressing a kiss to his cheek, causing his whole posture to soften.

"Of course I do. Now let's go home before you three can get stranded again."

"Oh! And Asher," Angel calls out smugly, "you owe me ten bucks."

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Rest

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Ollie, Baby

Pairings: Ollie/Baby

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/2IgosCxKc7R7SwVmk7D0gy?si=G8x9zYPyQwyT3_yHXp7KcQ

Coming to you live from another flare up, I've been relistening to a lot of Ollie's videos so wanted to make some lil fluffy chronic pain comfort. Hope y'all enjoy!

As always here it is on ao3 if that's easier! Please 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.

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It was not a good day today. Ollie had been away all weekend at a convention with friends. They had wanted to come, but Ollie’s friend only had one spare ticket. They wouldn't trade his excitement for the world, even if that meant missing him the whole weekend.

The weekend had seemed like the perfect opportunity to crack down on some housekeeping and a few extra hours on work projects. Plus some socialising and cooking. And a cat spa day to try and get Ollie's cat, Oatmeal, to bond with theirs, Captain, a little more.

None of this came to fruition however when their body betrayed them yet again. Waking up to a familiar aching, and exhaustion settling throughout their body. They sigh, knowing that so many of their plans will be lost. Hearing the insistent meowing of the two menaces who live here rent free, they slowly drag themselves out of bed. Painfully they shuffle around the kitchen doing what little they can. Breakfast is eating leftover pizza and then a swift return to bed to garner what rest they could.

The intended productive weekend is instead spent pushing themself to the limit and beyond; forcing their body to try and work where as much as it can. They knew Ollie would have insisted they stop and relax, but the poor signal in the con centre, and long days meant communication was limited to good morning and night texts. So Baby kept pushing, determined to do as much as they could, promising themselves rest after one more chore. The frustration driving them to go much farther than they should have, determined to do what they planned.

Monday rolled around and Baby felt terrible. Bags weighed heavily under their eyes and every muscle felt like it was burning. They had barely made it to the office on time after a long struggle to get up and shower that morning. But they had a huge deadline coming up, there simply wasn't enough time to stop. They'd deal with the consequences some other time, they'd rest some other time.

Baby is sitting in their office staring blankly at the glaring light of the new monitor. This stupid email had been open for ten minutes now, and they weren't any closer to comprehending the business jargon as their joints throb and scream for attention.

There's a cheerful knock at the door. “Hey Baby!” Ollie’s chipper voice and sweet face enters into their office. He's hiding something behind his back and gives them a peck on the forehead.

“Hello my love.” They smile softly. “How was your weekend?”

“Oh it was fantastic! You should've seen the games they had available. And there were tonnes of cosplayers too, we got to see this incredible Dragon Age cosplay-”

They try to listen, truly they do. Normally they're all ears for Ollie’s rambles, relishing the joy in his voice and the opportunity to hear from him, especially after being separated for a few days. Today however, their pain is banging pots and pans in their brain and even maintaining a positive face is a struggle.

“Baby?” They focus back in, to a very worried looking Ollie. 

“Sorry Ollie, what did you say? I missed it.” They murmur, adjusting as best they can in their seat.

“Are you okay Baby? You don't look so good.” He lifts up his hand. “Can I?”

They nod, allowing him to place his hand against their forehead before gently cupping their cheek, his cool hand a small relief. “Flare up sweetie?” He asks with concerned eyes.

“Yeah.” They croak, leaning into his touch weakly. “But it's okay. Lots to do. Sorry, please continue, I wanna hear about your weekend.”

“How long have you been like this Baby? You need rest.” He shakes his head at their apology. “Don't say sorry, I care more about helping you be comfortable than a rant that can wait.”

“I like listening to you.” They swallow, trying to sit up a little and wincing as the ache stops them, sending a shooting pain up their back.

“I have a spare pillow at my desk, you wanna lie down? I can make the floor more comfy if it's better. for you.”

“I don't think I'll be able to stand up again if I do.” They confess, frustrated tears welling in their eyes.

Ollie scoots around the desk. “Hey, that's alright. Can I hold you, or are you not feeling touch right now?”

“Hold me please.” They answer thickly, leaning into him as much as their body allows. Being back in Ollie’s arms felt like a relief; and feeling his gentle touch surrounding them, fingers lovingly tracing up and down their spine.

He kisses their forehead, then their nose, and cheek, and all over their face until they're giggling. “I've got you Baby.”

“I missed you Ollie.” They sigh, gaze drifting back to their computer. “...I have to get back to work though.”

“Not right now.” He says firmly. “In fact, we're both going home.”

They open their mouth to argue but he stops them gently. “You are in no condition to work Baby. You can delegate this for at least a day or two, I promise. And I've finished most of my department's stuff early, so don't use me as an excuse. Your team will survive without you.”

Too tired to protest any further they weakly nod, leaning against him again.

“Okay Baby, I'll be right back.” He kisses their forehead and carefully sits them up before heading to the door. “Be back before you can say taxi!”

They mourn his hold as he slips out of their office, and Baby's left staring longingly at the monitor. One email can be done while they wait, surely? 

Ollie returns a few minutes later to them sluggishly typing at their computer. “Baby.” 

They sheepishly look up at his stern tone. “I was just trying to finish this email.” 

He stands beside them, looking at their screen. “Your hands are shaking and you've barely written ‘hey Aaron!’”

Baby slumps against the desk. “It felt like a bigger success at the time.”

“Don't get me wrong,” he gently rubs circles their back just how they like, “it is astounding you managed that much. But you shouldn't push yourself. Aaron has already agreed to cover you today and get your team on it - saying quote 'they look like shit, get them to relax for once', so you are coming home with me to rest.”

Baby wants to protest, but all their stubborn drive to carry on has long since been lovingly taken by Ollie. They're unable to even make a snarky comment about Aaron and glass houses. “I want to go home. I'm sorry.” They croak out against his neck, and Ollie feels his heart shatter.

“Hey don't apologise Baby.” He murmurs immediately. “You can't control this, you deserve a break more than anyone I know.” He kneels next to their chair, carefully taking their hands in his. “You can always come home. I'm always here for you.” He smiles, giving their fingers a light squeeze. “Now let's get you out of here.”

Helping them up, Ollie takes care of everything. He drives the pair home and helps them up the stairs to his apartment; the whole time chatting about his weekend, cursing the broken lift, and not expecting any response or engagement on their part. Just happy to be with them. They're ushered straight to bed once they're through the front door with sweet kisses and murmured comfort.

“What do you need?” He asks, placing a cup of water by the bed. “Join me?” 

Without hesitation he slips under the covers with them, allowing them to rest against him, while he wraps his arms around them. “Better?”

They hum in approval, nestling in close to his chest and doing their best to ignore the pain.

They sniffle, holding him back as best they can.  “I love you Ollie.” 

“I love you too Baby.” And he doesn't let go of them, a sweet kiss against their forehead.