Hosting a month long Redacted-based prompt list for October again! Redactober 2025!
I made a more run of the mill Redactober list, a voiced character one, but also made a more horror/hurt/angst based one! But that one is also fair game to fluff-ify and turn cute or cozy. Or lean in and go darker, I dont make the rules, I just post the lists!
This year returns the weekly prompts! If you're like me and want to participate but cant commitnto every day, then the weekly prompts are for you! Alternate prompts can be used to swap ouf any dailt or weekly prompt you like!
Typed out version of each listed below. (Also reminder these were not made using AI, and no AI "fic" or AI "art" is welcome here.)
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I'm posting multiple prompts today because I had free time and really wanted this chapter to come out earlier and gives me a break with a very busy work week. I confess this is a very very self indulgent fic for my birthday this month lol. I just wanna kiss Elliot okay.
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“Sunshineeee.” Elliott gently pokes their cheek, trying to focus on his psychokinetic energy on holding up the very precariously balanced cake he’d managed to sneak into their bedroom. “Wake upppppp.”
Opening one eye blearily, Sunshine squints through the darkness to focus on their boyfriend. “Elliott? What, and I mean this kindly, the fresh fuck are you doing?”
He lowers the cake, the flickering candles on top illuminating his beaming smile. “Happy birthday to youuu~” He begins to sing softly, prompting a laugh from Sunshine.
“You’re such a dork.” They say affectionately, sitting up, unable to fight the dumb grin on their face. “You didn’t have to do all this!”
“Actually I did. And it’s pronounced ‘your dork’ I’ll have you know.” He shrugs, careful of the cake. “And you always do so much for others on your birthday, I wanted to make sure you got the same.”
Sunshine blinks a couple of times, feeling tears prick at the corner of their eyes at his honesty. “You’re too sweet to me baby.”
“You deserve sweet.” He smiles, cupping their face with one hand, kissing their forehead fondly. “Now blow out your candles and make a wish before I drop this cake and set your bedroom on fire.”
They snort, wiping away a single tear that had escaped. They take a deep breath and blow out the candles as Elliott cheers in hushed tones so as not to disturb the rest of their house.
There’s a pause as they watch the smoke curl up and dissipate into the night air. And Elliott, whose gaze never left their face, admires the moonlight draping itself across their form.
“What do we do now?” Sunshine whispers to him after a minute and he grins, reaching into his pocket and pulling out two forks.
“Now, Sunshine, we feast.” He dramatically hands them their fork in a weird half bow and they have to stifle their laugh from being too loud.
“Thank you my loyal knight, this feast looks so delectable.” They take a big bite and are delighted to find their favourite flavour. The cake is delicious and they groan happily. “Where did you find this? I need to buy all of them.”
Elliott, who had been watching their reaction nervously, rubs the back of his neck. “I actually made it myself.”
“For me?” They ask again, disbelieving.
“No for your roommates - of course for you silly.”
Pushing the cake to the side they tackle him in a tight hug. “Thank you Elliott. I truly couldn’t ask for better than you.”
Softening and wrapping his arms around them in turn. “You’re welcome Sunshine. And hey I’m the lucky one here.”
“Let’s compromise and say we’re both lucky.” They chuckle, kissing his cheek. “And that maybe we should have the rest of the cake during normal waking hours.”
“Alright, I can allow that. Now we should probably go back to sleep.” Elliott begins peppering their face with kisses, “And then once we’ve had some more sleep, the day is yours to do as you please.”
“Mm yes sleep sounds good.” They nod through a yawn, adrenaline of being woken wearing off. “Wait, I thought you had work?”
“I rescheduled.” He picks the cake back up, placing it carefully on their desk before flopping onto the bed next to them. “You’re far more important. Plus I have very special dream plans for us too, and didn’t want to use up too much of my magic~.”
Sunshine lights up at the mention of dreams. “Well now I’m intrigued as well as honoured.”
He grins at their excitement, tapping his side as he lays out on the bed. “Come here baby, and I can show you.”
They don’t need telling twice as they dive under the covers to snuggle close to his side. His body heat is a pleasant contrast to the cool temperament of their bedroom. The quiet settles around them, and Sunshine already feels themselves drifting off. Whether it was Elliott’s magic or not they didn’t care, relishing his company and feeling their heart swell almost overwhelmingly with love.
“Thank you Elliott. I love you.” They murmur against him.
“I love you too.” He whispers back, kissing their forehead. “Now try and go back to sleep, I’ve disturbed you enough.”
‘I didn’t need a wish.’ They think to themselves as they cuddle closer to him, burying their face in his chest. ‘I’ve got everything I want right here.’
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It was the perfect night for stargazing. Lovely had been so busy after starting their work with S.H.I.T at DAMN, that Vincent had made sure to schedule some time for the two of them; and force them to slow down a little. His idea of a date night in the fields by the woods just past Sam’s old house was well received, and the pair finally pulled up under a clear sky. The stars watched over the two fondly as they set up for the night.
“I’m so glad Sam let us borrow his truck.” Lovely whispers as they unfurl the bundle of blankets they’d stashed away before they’d headed off. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”
“Why are you whispering?” Vincent whispers back conspiratorily, biting back his laughter.
“I don’t know, it’s just so peaceful it feels like I should.” They smile, leaning closer, holding up a finger to their lips. “Like this is our little secret.”
He takes their finger, pulling their hand away from their face to peck their lips quickly. He watches with great satisfaction as they blink twice in shock, still able to be flustered even now.
“Not fair, I wasn’t prepared.” They pout playfully.
“Oh I’m so sorry - would you like to try again?” Vincent muses, wrapping his other arm around their waist.
“Mhm, definitely.” They let out a pleased hum as he meets their lips again, much slower this time. “...Can we please get in the blankets though because the breeze just hit me and it’s so cold.”
He chuckles, immediately tossing them onto the mattress in the back of the truck. They shriek a curse as they land, glaring at him while he laughs. “You ass!”
“I’m your ass though, that’s the key distinction.” He clambers to sit by them, it takes longer than it normally would because he can’t stop laughing at their attempts to keep up the grumpy expression.
“You’re ridiculous and I love you.” Lovely snickers, grabbing his wrist to pull him to fall on top of them.
He lands with a soft oof, looking up at them reverently the whole time as he rests his chin on their chest. They pet his head as the two look at each other. He feels a small pang in his chest at the now silver colour of their eyes that is quickly soothed away by the love he can also see there.
“You’re supposed to be watching the stars.” They murmur with a knowing smile.
“If I say that you’re brighter and more beautiful than any star will I get in trouble?” He teases, kissing over their heart, softly, always so softly.
“Only the kind of trouble you like.” They can’t tear their eyes from his face watching his love struck expression that never seems to go away. “You’re never really in trouble from me.”
“Even when I do silly pickup lines?” He intertwines their fingers again.
“Especially when you do silly pickup lines.” Lovely squeezes his hand gently, “Can I have a kiss?”
And how could he do anything but oblige his Lovely?
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Allllll the tropes baby. Posting this with the next few days as a birthday gift to myself I shall be incredibly self indulgent >:)
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“Remind me again how you roped me into this?” Lincoln rumbles, half smile on his face as he steadies the ladder under Dreamer.
Pinning some cartoon ghost bunting up, they answer through a mouthful of pins that Lincoln had strongly protested against. “I was on my way here to help out because I have literally nothing to do at the minute and am a super fan of both decorating and spooky month; you bumped into me on your way to do nothing and took up my offer to accompany me.” Finally happy with the positioning they pin the current section of bunting decisively. “I told you you didn’t have to help if you didn’t want to!”
“Well I wasn’t going to abandon you to your questionable choices in safety.” He chuckles, watching the pins in their mouth carefully. “Again I can just hold those for you."
“No need! It’s easier for me as well to not keep reaching down.”
“I’d rather have just one threat to focus on if I’m honest.” He huffs.
They wave him off, “you worry too much. Besides, anything goes wrong you can just catch me!”
“You’re putting a lot of faith in me.” He mumbles, adjusting his grip on the ladder.
“Of course, I trust you.” They say sincerely, looking puzzled as to why he even doubted that.
He flounders at the sincerity, something he finds himself doing more and more with Dreamer, and just allows the comfortable silence he can so often find with them to settle into the room.
Lincoln was relieved when they’d suggested turning off the speakers when they first entered the student union; the repeating tracks, while entertaining at first, had a tendency to induce a headache when repeated more than three times.
They cut off his musings by waving their hand at a table piled with boxes stuffed full of various decorations. “Pass me the fake cobwebs would you? I wanna put some more in this corner.”
“Alright, don’t move.” He gathers up a selection of cobwebs, pulled from the very bottom of the pile, and offers them up to Dreamer.
They reach down for it, straining their arm. He realises their terrible idea seconds before they execute it. Dreamer lets go of the ladder, using just their legs to hold on and their eyes widen as their foot wobbles and they start falling backwards.
Instinctively Lincoln grabs them out of the air, stumbling back a little at the impact. Frantically searching them for injuries he stops as he hears their breathless laughter.
“I was right, you would just catch me.” They giggle, heart pounding from adrenaline.
He looks down at their practically glowing form and sighs. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. You caught me. I didn’t hurt you or anything did I?” It’s their turn to be worried, but those fears are soon put to bed as he shakes his head.
“I’m all good, don’t worry.”
“Wait… Couldn’t you have used magic to catch me?” Dreamer realises, nudging him teasingly.
“Well, I mean yeah. I just forgot in the moment.” He scratches his cheek, avoiding eye contact bashfully.
They wrap their arms around his neck. “Well you sure are strong.”
“I don’t think either of us are complaining about that right now.” He snorts with a blush on his cheeks.
Woah a lil late but I'm oh so sleepy! So apologies xx
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Smartass watches the passing trees suspiciously. Their office building was closed for a few weeks due to a very unfortunate infestation, so they were enjoying some time to work from home. But this weekend, Aaron had insisted they take the weekend off and was taking them on a mysterious road trip.
“Can you please tell me where we're going?” Smartass pleads from the passenger seat.
“Nope.” Aaron is unwavering, “the whole point of it being a surprise baby, is that it's unexpected.”
“Ugh you're the worst.” They sigh melodramatically, sinking into their seat.
Rolling his eyes, Aaron pulls up into a driveway leading up to a small reception with a sign outside reading ‘Luxury Treehouses’. Smartass bolts up in their seat to look at him, massive grin splitting their face. “You didn’t!”
“I did. I’ve booked this for the next three days. And… I’ve taken two weeks off work, so you have me all to yourself and it lines up with some of your work from home time. I know you didn’t have plans and still have work to do but I hope you don’t mi-”
He’s cut off by Smartass grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a searing kiss. “It’s perfect Aaron, thank you!”
His shoulders finally drop a little and he smiles against their lips. “Come on, let’s check in.”
~
Dropping their bags inside the door of the Rosewood cabin, Smartass and Aaron look around in awe. The tree house has floor to ceiling glass windows, filling the room with the rosy light of the setting sun. In the middle of the room is a 70’s style conversation pit with a fake fireplace set up in the middle. There’s a plastic wrapped basket on the dining table full of hot chocolate mix, sprinkles, marshmallows and two mugs.
Smartass turns to Aaron mouth agape, “baby this is crazy!”
“You like it?” He wraps his arms around their waist.
“Mhm!” They nod emphatically, eyes glinting. “It’s the coolest thing we’ve ever done and I can’t wait to have way too much hot chocolate and cuddle by the fire.”
He snorts affectionately, “you’ve got it all planned out.”
“Yup, now come on hot stuff, I want to get changed into my comfiest pyjamas.” They tease, kissing the palm of his hand.
“Oh god yes please, I’m so sleepy, it’s so cozy in here.” Aaron kisses their forehead. “Let’s nap for a day.”
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They are so cute I love James audios but I never write for him bc I don't think his listener has a name?? But oh well!! Pumpkin fluff ahoy!
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“Hey I’m home!” James calls out to the apartment. Shrugging off his department jacket and loosening his tie, he scans lightly around the apartment with his magic to feel where they are. He senses them barrelling towards him seconds before they make impact, clinging to him tightly. James melts into them instantly, wrapping his arms around their waist and breathing them in.
“Welcome home.” They whisper against him.
“Mmm,” he hums, pressing sweet kisses down their face, before taking their hand in his and kissing over their wedding ring. “I missed you so much.”
“Come sit down.” His spouse immediately starts fussing, hanging up his jacket and pulling him towards the kitchen, where a delicious smell was emanating.
James is ushered to a seat while his spouse retook their place at the stove. “It smells so good baby, thank you for cooking.”
They wave him off as they stir the sauce. “Don’t be ridiculous, you’ve been out working for the past month.”
“Let me at least help,” he protests and they shoot him a look that keeps him in his seat.
“I can manage the meal you workaholic - sit.”
The next few minutes while they finish cooking and serving up are quiet but for their humming, and James takes in the scene blissfully.
As they sit opposite him, his gaze is caught on a ghastly orange face in the corner and he nearly chokes on his food. “Uh baby, what is that?”
“Jeremy.” They say matter of factly.
“Why is he so…” James can’t look away from the horrifically carved pumpkin. “Unique.”
‘Jeremy’ has multiple eyes carved into him with a gaping maw spewing pumpkin seeds onto the fake blood splatter plate it’s sat on.
“I was practicing for a new prop they need for a show.” They beam proudly, “just wanted to give it a go. Is he scary enough?”
He nods, "Definitely. Though I bet I could scare you more.”
“No you couldn’t.” They immediately rise to the bait, smirking.
“Yes I could.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Yuh huh.”
“How?” They ask smugly.
‘Boo!’
The word echoes in their head, sounding almost like it was coming behind them. They bang their knees on the table as they half jump out of their chair with a shriek. “You bitch!” They cry out as James laughs across the table, holding out a hand to them with tears in his eyes.
“S-sorry.” He splutters out through laughter, standing up and moving over to hold them. “Are you- are you okay?”
“Yes.” They slap his arm lightly, resting against his side with a huff. “But you’re a dick.”
“A winner though.” He chuckles, kissing the top of their head apologetically. “I’m sorry baby. How can I make it up to you?”
They pretend to consider for a moment, wrapping their arms around his legs and pulling him close, resting their head on his stomach. “More kisses?” They gasp as the idea strikes them, “And white chocolate hot chocolate? Please?”
“Of course sweetheart.” He leans down and kisses them deeply, cupping their face. “Marshmallows?”
They light up immediately, “Absolutely.”
He moves to the cupboard to grab the mix he always had on hand for their sweet tooth. And as he passes Jeremy, he carefully turns the plate to have him facing the wall.
Awkwarddddddd. Anyways, problem with losing your prince, his partner, and your lord, is who's gonna plan your evil fancy party? (Pretend this is a world where they make the Solaire host twice in a row because of how messy the first one was LOL)
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The ticking of the antique grandfather clock in the living room of William’s estate is the only thing keeping the silence at bay. It settles thickly on everyone's shoulders with three conspicuously empty spaces.
Alexis is lounging across an armchair, uncaring of her boots scuffing the uncomfortable velvet, the clench in Porter’s jaw ticks in time with the clock. All while William sits behind an ornate desk, writing notes in his accounts book.
Tick tock… tick tock…
William begins, seemingly undeterred by the energy in the room, moving a couple of beads on an abacus next to him. “Alexis-”
“Nope! Absolutely not.”
“You don't get much say-”
“I do because there is no way in hell I'm taking over that little twerp’s duties.”
William’s fist twitches but he straightens his shirt instead. Porter didn't think it was possible but his King had become more uptight and straight edged ever since the last summit. He's all hard lines and tension now where before he would catch glimpses of the softness Vincent so adored, of the man that he thought had saved his life.
“Do not talk about Vincent like that, he made his choice and we are to respect it.” William doesn't look up from his desk, flicking through various copies of contracts without reading anything on them.
“You know you can take what you want sometimes? Instead of letting a boy and his blood bag drag you along, you could invoke him or just order him to.”
At the insult to Lovely, Porter sees red. Since he met the sparky vampire he’d grown fond of them, he's still working on his relationship with their boyfriend, but he concedes that'll take some time to repair.
“Could you learn to shut your incessant bullshit for five minutes Alexis, or does King Solaire need to invoke you to do that as well.” Porter regrets the snarky comment the second he feels two sets of very powerful vampiric eyes on him. The absence of his more easy going clan members is noticeable, despite how little time he'd spent in official meetings like this with them “...My apologies.”
Alexis narrowed her eyes “you've been spending too much time with those traitors I see Porter. Are you planning to jump ship like an ungrateful coward too?”
“Alexis, enough.” William’s tone is icy and a shudder goes down Alexis’ spine. Porter recognises the flash of fear in her eyes and any residual smugness at baiting her is quashed.
The meeting concludes shortly after and Porter is quick to dash far away from the estate as possible. He pulls out his phone and texts Lovely.
‘Would love to have dinner again, perhaps I could host this time?’
They're quick to respond ‘Would love that, we can bring that garlic pasta I told you about :P’
Porter smiles as he knocks on Treasure’s door; bouquet of flowers in his hand that he picked up on his way over. He's come a long way from where he once was, it's a good start.
The Dreamwalker suggested I try writing a diary. They said people often keep one to remembers things they've done and how they felt. I explained demonic memory, while not infallible, is clearer than that of humans and any important events would be difficult to forget.
They did not look happy when I explained this and insisted I try anyway. So I am.
I do not need energy at the moment and I am still up to date with my coursework.
Yesterday, I went to England. I read about a yearly festival which started there called 'Guy Fawkes day'. I wanted to go because they set off fireworks each year. I learnt I like fireworks.
There were lots of people. Some looked at me strangely - they must not be used to demons.
Before the fireworks started a huge column of fire was lit. There was a large straw man being used to fuel the fire. I believe it was a representation of Fawkes. When I tried to ask someone there, they told me where I could get beer. I did not want beer but he left before I could tell him that.
The fire had a different quality than I'm used to. The flame burnt orange and more yellow than usual but had some tinges of blue in the centre.
The flames I've seen so far in my Elemental Command classes are a little different. The core is often red and the outer flames are only orange. Someone could change the colour of the entire flame but it's a waste of energy.
Different chemical starters do give flames many colours.
I would not say a person is truly a chemical agent but the use of magic is an additional variable. It wasn't discussed in any books I read. Perhaps I should discuss it with the professor.
This has been an interesting experience. I might do this again. I should ask the Dreamwalker if I have done a 'diary' correctly.
There's no one way to 'do' a diary Corvus! You just write what you think and feel. Like I told you. Also, you do remember my name don't you? You can use that instead of Dreamwalker.
Poly DAMN Crew my beloved are back again. I just think they should all hold hands, personally.
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“Are you alright Gavin?” Dear murmurs to the incubus beside them.
He pauses his bouncing leg momentarily, forcing a neutral look on his face, “hmm? Oh perfectly okay my Dear, no need to worry.”
“Well I’ll always worry after you, I’m quite fond of you, you know.” They smile softly, intertwining their hand with his and giving it a soft squeeze. “How can I help?”
“I’m not sure.” He flexes his hands, “I want to do something practical and mindless but there’s nothing here in this office and don’t know what to do specifically anyway.”
They nod thoughtfully, before an idea strikes them and they reach into their bag to pull out a couple of markers, holding them out to Gavin. “Here, give me a tattoo.”
A small smile breaks through the anxiety as Gavin takes the pens, amused. “Why do you have these?”
“Perks of dating a teacher.” They chuckle, rolling up a sleeve to offer him their arm. “Whatever you want, no need to worry what I want, I’ll just be your canvas.”
Tentatively he begins a smooth whirlpool pattern on their wrist and gradually winds his way up their forearm. His lack of innuendo is proof of his anxiety, but Dear takes great joy in watching his shoulders slowly relax as he turns his focus to their arm.
After a good few minutes of quiet, their name is called and they stand up with Gavin who suddenly looks stressed again. Dear looks down at their arm and gapes in awe. “Oh Gavin, it’s beautiful.”
“You think so?” Gavin sounds so hopeful at the compliment.
“Absolutely,” they nod profusely. “Do you mind if I keep it?”
He shakes his head, “not at all.”
They take his hand again, “ready now?”
He squeezes their hand three times, “yes.”
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“Are you alright Freelancer?” Huxley stops, holding out a hand for his partner.
“‘M fine.” They brush him off unconvincingly as they bite back another wince. “No need to stop on my account.”
“Are you sure? You seem really sore today.” He asks frowning.
Shaking their head, they try to take a half step forwards. “I’m okay, it’s been so long since we were able to do hikes like we used to. I can do this!”
Huxley’s heart breaks a little watching them push themselves and catches their hands, taking some of their weight. “Don’t push yourself too far for my sake.” He rubs his thumb over their knuckles. “I like hiking, sure but I like you much more, dude.”
“I just didn’t…” They swallow, “didn’t want to let you down.”
“Oh baby.” He gathers them up in a hug, careful not to squeeze too tight. “You could never, especially not for this. You’re in pain! Please let me take you home.”
Freelancer blinks heavily, fighting back the tears, “okay. I would like that Hux.” They answer thickly.
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Arriving back to the house - Damien was already in the doorway. Freelancer had fallen asleep on Huxley’s back and Damien ushers the two inside.
“I’ve already run a bath, are they okay?” He hovers uncertainly, eyeing the exhausted looking Freelancer and a worried Huxley.
“Yeah just over did it, I’ll get their meds.” Huxley murmurs, kissing Damien’s cheek. “They’re feeling a lil low tonight, so maybe we could do something nice for them?”
Damien smiles, always touched by how kind and loving his boyfriend could be. “Definietly, I’ll text Lasko to bring some snacks.”
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“Lasko, what's wrong?” Damien eventually sighs, pausing the game he and Gavin were playing.
“W-what? Nothing's wrong.” Lasko insists quickly, tucking away the notebook into his cardigan.
“Mm, maybe try again Lasko.” Gavin hums, amused already by the interaction.
Lasko flushes, flustered by all the attention being suddenly turned on him. “It's silly-”
“Nope.” Damien stops him in his tracks, “we wanna hear it no matter what it is.”
“Don't discount yourself before you even start, baby.” Gavin adds, “besides, you've been practically shaking with how much you want to share with us over there.”
“I was just thinking about dnd again…” Lasko mumbles awkwardly.
“What about?” Gavin prompts when he isn’t more forthcoming.
Lasko squirms, torn between wanting to spill it all and hide under the gaze of his boyfriends. “It’s a new, well kind of new, character idea.”
Damien perks up curiously, “What class?”
That’s all the invitation the air elemental needs to take off into a full ramble. He spends at least 20 minutes detailing his illusions wizard, Pepper, who works as a conman with his cursed crow companion, Salt. Gavin and Damien are a wonderful audience, and at one point Lasko jumps up excitedly to grab his laptop and start modelling.
As Lasko returns, Damien grabs his hand and pulls him to sit with him and Gavin on the sofa.
“D-Damien? Are you okay?” Lasko asks with big eyes.
“Do I need an excuse to want you near me?” Damien huffs as he pulls a blanket over the three’s legs. “And you can always talk to us about stuff.”
“Aww thank you hun.” Lasko squeezes Damien’s bicep and the man flushes. Gavin exchanges a look with him over the fire elemental’s flustered form and smirks.
“Damien~” Gavin starts, but Damien is having none of it, recognising the mischief in his tone.
“Don’t.” He warns, slight pout on his face.
“Can I hold your hand?”
Damien softens, pleasantly surprised, turning away and holding his other hand out wordlessly to the incubus, who takes it gladly and relishes the slight rise in temperature as he does.
“Guess we’re watching a show now instead.” Damien grumbles as Gavin and Lasko laugh affectionately.
Today was the day - he was going to do it. He'd taken the stupid courses, he'd done the stupid paperwork and he was going to tell them the truth.
What Elliott was still worrying over was 'how' he was going to tell them.
Should he start with the invisible magical world or that he was hopelessly in love with them?
He'd used dreamscapes to practise - tried different settings and practiced how he'd say each part. But he could only ever guess their reaction and he couldn't really bring himself to practice them being scared or disdainful. That wasn't like them.
The knock at the door was almost dooming and signalled the end of his thinking time.
They absolutely deserved their nickname - as soon as they stepped into his place it lit up and was so much brighter than before.
"What's with that look on your face?" They poked Elliott with their foot, breaking his reprieve.
"Sorry, sorry." Sheepishly he sat next to them.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. There's just something I need to talk to you about."
"No I can't be your alibi." This did earn a laugh from Elliott and let him breathe just a touch easier.
"How could you?" He said with mock offence. There was no backing down now. Deep breath. "But I really do need to talk to you and it's nothing bad. I'm just not sure how to start."
They grabbed his hand, showing how earnest they were.
"Whatever it is, it's okay. I'm listening."
Time to make his choice. Fuck.
"I... I have magic."
Sunshine's face was frozen in serious mode for a few seconds longer.
"Like you're really good at manifesting?"
"No, like actual magic. Mainly I can create and control dreams for anyone. I'm not great at a lot else."
"So should I assume anytime you appear in my dreams - that's actually you?"
"Aww, you dream about me Sunshine, how flattering." They didn't laugh or speak, just kept watching him. Shit.
"No, no," he quickly followed up, "I wouldn't come into your dreams without telling you first that would be fucked up."
Still... watching. An involuntary admission might be in his future if he didn't hurry up.
"There's other kinds of magic too that are a little easier to prove. Gimme a sec."
Elliott held out his hand and stretched his core before snapping his fingers. The flame that appeared was small but steady and the colour of ochre.
And Sunshine didn't run.
He let the flame go out and, on request, produced his hand for inspection. They combed over his hand and wrist, looking for anything that could, maybe, produce a flame. Once they were satisfied there were no tricks they emanated awe.
Sunshine battered Elliott with questions about all sorts of things and kept up the questioning for hours. They only stopped when Elliott promised to share a dream with them that night and of course they did.
"What a way to start a new year," Sunshine mused as they left.
Yeah, Elliott thought. But his other confession had been left unspoken. One was probably enough for now.
Maybe Capricorn just wasn't his lucky constellation.
*****
Day 9 - Elliott
I wrote this initially thinking of a scene from the Solas romance in DA: Inquisition and thankfully this ends so much better.
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Each piece of clothing or furniture, each cut of steak is chosen specifically. And their drinks selection is unrivalled. They've collected some of the most beautiful coffees and teas from around the world. Milo uses tea as a tool to calm sweetheart down and try to relieve some stress.
Today, they're drinking a cup of Buddha's tears.
It's a jasmine tea where the leaves are rolled tightly into small balls and as they soak up the hot water, they unfurl. Blooming like a fresh flower themselves.
Sweetheart is sipping their cup on the back porch, the breeze, hot with a new season, ruffling their hair and loud with birdsong carried from the trees. Debilitating work ethic and being a department investigator usually prohibited this kind of peace from Sweetheart, but they’re in luck today.
Milo walked up behind them and planted a kiss on their head. Dinner would be ready soon, but right now? It's plenty to be together quietly, watching the sunset.
