Blood Moon – Chapter 1: Reborn | Archive of Our Own

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Summary: A short background fic to Argent Night detailing the events of Rus’s past – particularly pertaining to how he became a vampire, and the years following his transition.

WARNINGS: This chapter contains graphic rape – please do not read it if it’s something you’re not comfortable with. The events of Argent Night will still make sense without this fic–so please do not feel obligated to read it.

Chapter two will not contain rape, and can act as a standalone. (It does still deal with some mildly disturbing themes, however).

Tags: Underswap Papgore,

Rape/Non-con, Non-consensual biting, blood and magic, Vampire AU

Detailed trigger warnings are in the tags

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Significantly more disturbing than my usual content—please be sure to read the tags!

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Afterlife

A small Spicyhoney drabble based on this gorgeous piece of art by @cheapbourbon. I’m not the type to cry–but I came fairly close when I saw it. So, I had to write something to comfort myself.

Warning for implied character deaths.

Edge stepped through the towering archway and onto the crisp, green grass. He could only see a few feet ahead of him, his surroundings swallowed in black. The darkness wasn’t oppressive though, and Edge sensed no danger in its depths. In fact, he found that it soothed him.

He could hear wind in the distance, but the air around him was still and warm. Within it, something sweet lingered—rain, blooming spring, and… books? The scent—though a little puzzling—was pleasant, and Edge breathed deeply before treading slowly forward, the grass crunching beneath his boots.

He wasn’t sure where he was walking—or why. But his bones tingled with anticipation, and something tugged on his soul, whispering to him—keep going. For whatever reason, the prospect of finding whatever was waiting for him in the darkness excited Edge. He straightened his scarf, and marched onward.

As he walked, it began to rain. He could hear the distant clap of thunder, and caught occasional glimpses of bright flashes of lightning, illuminating the darkness in pure silver light. Somehow, he remained dry, the water sliding off his bones without leaving a hint of its presence. He closed his eyes and breathed in the serene taste of the air, bathing his soul in tranquillity.

When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see a figure hovering in the shadows ahead. He stilled, blinking against the dim light to try and discern who it was. They walked a few careful paces closer to him, and a thin beam of light fell on their face.

Edge’s breath caught.

“heya, edgelord.”

It was Rus. He was wearing that ratty hoodie of his, and his shoulders were slumped casually. His golden eyes were deep and bright—and he was smiling. He looked no different than he had, the day he’d…

“Am I… dead?” Edge asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Rus’s smile turned solemn, the light in his eyes fading a little. He nodded. “you and me both.”

Edge closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply. Strangely, he felt… fine. No hint of sadness or mourning tainted him, and no fears or doubts hindered him. His soul felt light and unburdened, and…

And Rus was here. Edge looked up at him, and tears began to well in his eye sockets. He had little luck hiding his smile. Wasting no time, he closed the distance between them, throwing himself into Rus’s arms, and pressing his head against his chest. “You’re here,” he whispered, his breath hitching on a sob. “I never thought I’d—” His voice broke, and he went silent, clinging to Rus.

“neither did i,” Rus murmured, cradling Edge’s head and pressing his teeth firmly to the crown of his skull. “every day, i waited. i… i hoped you’d be here later, rather than sooner, but i—” Rus stuttered, and he breathed deeply before continuing. “but you’re here now. and i’m—i l-love you.” Rus’s tears dripped onto the grass at their feet, and he hugged Edge tighter.

“I love you too,” Edge breathed, inhaling Rus’s scent and losing himself in the feeling of his arms around him. “After—after all this time, I… I never stopped loving you.” He kissed Rus’s forehead, and held onto him fiercely. “I knew… I knew I’d find you again.”

Edge and Rus clung to each other as the rain fell around them, the pale light swathing them in a delicate shade of silver. Neither of them let go—the thought didn’t even occur to them. They had each other again. They were together, in each other’s arms.

This was where they belonged.

Aww crap. Thank you to everyone for all the lovely comments on this. And… I’m sorry ;-; (Except for you, Bourbon. You brought this upon yourself.)

And while I was writing this, I was sort of picturing it as an ending to Birthday Candles ^^ (It makes me feel a little less guilty).

Warning: Yet Another Shitpost

(Sexy again… depending on your take)

I was inspired by this to write an incredibly sexy shitpost based on @itsladykit‘s Atypical AU. If you want some quality supernatural AU content, you should check it out here.

In the meantime, enjoy this… uh… I don’t even know how to describe this, honestly.

I’ll just call it – Cash gets knocked up.

Tags: Skeleton pregnancy, polyamorous skeletons, Atypical shitpost (sorry Kit).

Cash
watched nervously as Twist, Rus, Edge, and Pup sat down on the sofa in front of
him. Their eyes were intent on him, and his bones tingled under their scrutiny.
“So, what’d ya bring us all here fer, darlin’?” Twist asked, leaning back. “Ya
finally gonna sing fer us?”

Cash
regarded him dully, pushing his sleeves over his wrists to hide his thin,
gold-plated bones. “no, asshole. i have… some news.”

They
all perked up at this, Twist lifting a brow-bone. “… Good news?” he asked,
worry creeping into his tone, though his typical grin remained.

Cash
considered for a moment, swallowing. “i… i don’t know,” he finally admitted, dropping
his head with a grimace. He tugged at the thin golden chain around his neck,
his fingers trembling slightly.

He
flinched at the feeling of a hand on his arm, and looked up to find Twist
observing him with a tender smile. “Hey, sweethear’, ‘s alright. Ya can tell us
anythin’—remember? We’re yer family.”

Cash
eyed Rus over Twist’s shoulder. A small smirk twitched at the corners of Rus’s
mouth, but he made no move to refute Twist’s words. “… Even the ‘slutubus’,”
Twist added, using Cash’s nickname for Rus.

Cash
ignored Rus’s derisive snort, sighing heavily before saying, “alright. fine.
since you’re so eager to know, i’m…” He took a deep breath, hiking up his shirt
to reveal his gold flecked soul—which now contained a tiny flicker of white
within its depths. “i’m pregnant… i guess.”

Silence
weighed on the room, and Cash scowled at the floor, letting his shirt drop. Magic
burned on his cheekbones and he cleared his throat. “well. that’s it. that’s
the news. so. now that you all know, i guess i’ll just be… going.”

He
turned for the stairs, but was stopped by a firm grip on his shoulder. He
looked up to find Twist staring at him, his golden eye practically glimmering. “I—I’m
gonna be a dad?” he breathed, his hand moving down to the hem of Cash’s shirt.

Cash
gently pried his hand away, humming awkwardly. “uh… well? you’re…”

“it’s…
me, isn’t it?” Pup asked softly, standing. He approached Cash, taking a hold of
his hand. His eyes were bright, and Cash could tell he was struggling to hide a
smile. “i—the other day, when we were… and you asked me to—” Pup broke off,
blushing deeply.

“Wait,”
Twist said, glancing between Cash and Pup. “You and him were—? But… I thought
you only—with me…?” Twist seemed at a loss, frowning as if trying to solve a
particularly challenging puzzle.

They
all looked up as Edge laughed softly. He appeared complacent, his arms folded
across his chest. “Come now, there’s no need for this. I am fairly confident I’m
the father of this child—am I not, Cash?”

Cash’s
face felt desperately warm—he was almost certain it was glowing. Edge rose,
coming to stand before him. “I am an excellent chef after all, and you always
were a fan of my…” Cash shuddered as he leaned in to whisper, “cream-pies.”

Yanking
away harshly, Cash shook his head. “listen—all of you. i don’t—it’s not…”

“who’s
the slut now, mermaid?”

They
all turned to look at Rus, who had made no move to get up, leaning back
casually on the sofa. Cash wasn’t sure what made him snap, but a big part of
him suspected that it was Rus’s smile—which was just a little too
self-satisfied for Cash to endure.

Marching
forward, he crouched beside Rus, and pressed his teeth to his jaw. “it’s yours,
demon.”

Though
in truth, Cash had no clue who the real father was, seeing the look on Rus’s
face was worth more than all the wealth in the world.

Argent Night – Chapter 5: Fire and Blood | Archive of Our Own

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Summary: Edge’s return home isn’t exactly pleasant, and the vampire continues to surprise him.

Warnings: Mildly graphic depictions of violence (probably not as graphic as the last chapter) and derogatory language.

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So, I wrote Grillby for (I think?) the first time here… he turned into a bit of a maniac. Either way, I was pretty happy with how this chapter turned out. I hope you all enjoy it!

~Beneath the cut~

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I feel cruel, honestly truly awful, but… Slim, f/m/k Razz, Papyrus, Blue

You should feel awful! Poor Slim has really been put through hell with this game. (Okay, I can’t place all the blame on you, anon. I did a very bad thing here. A very bad thing.)

Razz thrummed his fingers against the coffee table impatiently, watching his brother. “Well, mutt? What’s it going to be?”

Slim’s hands were clasped in front of him to stop them from shaking, and his head was ducked. “i-i…”

“Spit it out,” Razz snapped, his fingers stilling and curling into fists.

Slim shook his head, his sockets squeezed shut. “s-sans–lieutenant–i don’t…”

“Dog,” Razz snarled.

“Razz,” Blue said, his voice quiet but firm. “Stop it. You’re clearly upsetting him.”

“Blue is right, Razzberry,” Papyrus chipped in, placing a hand delicately on Razz’s arm. “It’s only a game. And I don’t think Small-me wants to play anymore.”

Razz barely spared Blue or Papyrus a glance. Shaking off Papyrus’ touch, he stood, gripping Slim by the jaw and yanking him down so that they were at eye-level. “Answer me.” His voice had dropped to a whisper, but it still stung like venom.

“f-fuck blue. marry… p-papyrus.” Slim’s breath stuttered. “kill you.”

Visible relief spread across Razz’s face, and he leaned back, nodding. “Good boy.”

Slim buried his face in his hands, and began to sob.

T_T

From this F/M/K ask meme. This is the last one I have in my inbox! What a fitting way to end this 🙂

Slim! F/M/K sans, red, stretch

A small whine built in Slim’s throat, and he shook his head. “aw, c’mon, bud,” Sans said. “it’s just a game.”

“i don’t want to play,” Slim muttered, staring at his feet.

Sans, Red, and Stretch glanced at each other doubtfully. Turning to Slim, Red offered him an encouraging smile. “i’ll make it easy fer ya, kid–kill me. ya’d be sparin’ me a lot a’ grief.”

Sans snickered. “well if that’s how we’re playing, then i think i deserve a little killing too.”

“i volunteer to die and be fucked,” Stretch supplied, winking at Slim.

Slim regarded them all, deadpan. “well, since you’re all just horny and suicidal–i think i’ll just have to marry you.”

There was collective groaning from the other three.

Pro-tip: don’t play fuck, marry, kill with a bunch of depressed assholes. From this F/M/K ask meme.

Heh…. Fuck marry kill for ut Sans: Razz, Edge and Slim. I am more than curious what he would pick…

Sans yawned, pointing at Edge. “uh… fuck.”

Razz scoffed, crossing his arms with a smirk. “Fuck? Or just ‘lie beneath’?”

“Who says he’d be on the bottom?” Edge asked, coolly.

Sans shot Edge a grin, before turning to Slim. “marry. and hey–married couples sometimes have kids, right?”

Slim blinked, heat rising to his cheekbones. “i-i suppose…”

“heh. sweet. guess we’re fucking too.”

Slim stared at Sans, his sockets slowly widening as his blush deepened. Sans winked, and Slim dipped his head, shrinking into his jacket–but Sans could see the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Razz sneered at his brother. “Oh, pull yourself together, mutt. It’s hypothetical.” Slim’s smile faded in an instant.

Sans looked between them, frowning. Stretching until his joints clicked, he eased himself off the couch, approaching Razz. “kill,” he said flatly, pressing his finger against Razz’s sternum. Razz seemed unfazed, so Sans leaned in to murmur, “keep talking, and i’ll make sure it isn’t hypothetical.”

Thank you! This one was great to write. Razz is loads of fun. From this F/M/K ask meme.

Edge fmk Comic, Blue, and Blackberry plz

“Well, this is hardly difficult,” Edge said crisply. He pointed at Blue. “Fuck.”

“Edge!” Blue scolded, but a deep blush had settled in his cheekbones.

Edge smirked, lifting a brow-bone. “Do you have a problem with fucking me?” he asked.

Blue stuttered for a moment, then puffed himself up, glowering. “Not at all.”

He spoke in such earnest, that Edge found himself a little taken aback. He quickly cleared his throat before turning to Blackberry. “Marry. Heavens forbid I ever wed someone who doesn’t know their way around a kitchen.”

Blackberry simpered, folding his arms. “Wise choice.”

“Indeed, and…” Edge turned to give Comic an apologetic smile. “I apologise.”

Comic shrugged, grinning. “hey. at least you spared me having to fuck you.”

Edge merely rolled his eyes, but Blue scoffed, looking outraged. “Speak for yourself!” Standing, he took Edge’s hand, guiding him towards to stairs. “Come, Edge. Let’s see if I can make them hear how unlucky they are.”

From this F/M/K ask meme. (I’m sorry if it takes me a while to get through these! I still have a few sitting in my ask box, but I’m probably not going to be able to get them done for a couple of days still.)

Red! F/M/K! Edge, Papyrus, ams Slim! Go!

“i… fuck. i don’ like this. this is bullshit.”

“It’s just a game, runt,” Edge told Red, though he was frowning a little, concerned by the look of dejection on his brother’s face.

“It’s alright, Red!” Papyrus said, cheerfully. “We know that it’s a difficult choice–I too would marry all three of you if I was given the option.”

Red looked at Papyrus with raised brow-bones. “uh, thanks paps, but that’s not really what i’m…”

Papyrus levelled him with a long, firm stare, his smile fierce. “I am well aware of your misgivings–but I’m sure Slim would make an excellent husband.” Papyrus turned to Edge, grinning. “And Edgy-me would be a wonderful bedmate!”

Both Edge and Red looked at him, spluttering indignantly. Sighing, Papyrus quickly said, “Platonic bedmate. You told me you and your brother used to sleep with each other, did you not, Red?”

“next ta each other!” Red corrected, hurriedly. “not–not with.” Blushing furiously, he growled in frustration. “but that still doesn’ solve anythin’, ‘cause then i’d have ta kill…”

They all looked at Papyrus, who was smiling brightly. “Me!” he said, with far too much enthusiasm than the situation warranted.

No one spoke, a still silence hanging in the air, until Slim quietly said, “paps, you… you don’t have to…”

“It’s not a matter of whether or not I have to, Small-me,” Papyrus said gently, placing a hand over Slim’s. “It’s simply common sense and logic!”

“paps,” Red growled, “i’m not killin’ ya.”

With a put-upon sigh, Papyrus shook his head. “It’s only a game, Red. I know you have a good heart.” When Red looked unconvinced, Papyrus asked, “Would you rather kill your brother or Slim?”

“w-what? no, but i–”

“Excellent! Then it’s settled.”

“it ain’t fuckin’ settled, paps! i’m not–”

“Red,” Edge cut in quickly. “Come. Help me with dinner.”

Red stared at Papyrus, looking for a moment as if he might protest. But upon receiving a stern glare from Edge, he sighed and reluctantly followed him into the kitchen.

Once they’d left, Slim settled against Papyrus’ side, curling up with his knees drawn to his chest. “thank you,” he whispered.

“I’m quite sure I have no idea what you’re talking about, Small-me,” Papyrus said, quietly. Slim gave him a knowing look, and Papyrus sighed, lightly kissing him atop his skull. “You’re welcome.”

Aaah, this one hurt. I don’t think Red enjoyed that. (Papyrus spared him having to kill his brother or poor little Slim though.) From this F/M/K ask meme.

Sans for the F / M / K meme: Blue, Blackberry, Slim?

“huh.” Sans glanced over the three skeletons, deep in thought. Where Blue and Blackberry were practically brimming with excitement, Slim looked nervous, his head ducked and his shoulders slumped deep into his jacket. “well,” Sans said, strolling over to the sofa. “gotta marry blue. it’s not gay if you marry your pal, is it?”

Blue gave him a derisive frown, but it was clear he was struggling not to laugh. “Sorry, Sans, but I think marrying your best friend is rather gay.”

“ah. well, would it be considered gay if i boned myself?” He shot Blackberry a grin. “‘cause i think that’s what i’m gonna do.”

Blackberry drew himself up, proudly. “Gay or not, I’m very flattered.”

Sans shot him a wink, before turning to Slim. “so, i guess…” He trailed off, suddenly realising he’d messed up. He could tell that Slim was trying to smile, but the corners of his mouth had turned down reflexively, and his fingers trembled slightly where they were twisted in his jacket.

“ah, shit..” Shaking his head, Sans turned back to Blue. “sorry, bud. change of heart. you wouldn’t mind taking a bullet for your buddy slim here, would you?”

Blue quickly caught on to Sans’ line of thinking, and shook his head, smiling sweetly. “Of course not. It would be my honour.”

“sweet,” Sans said, “‘cause i think i wanna marry the pup.”

Slim’s weak smile faded entirely, and he shook his head. “s-sans, it’s… okay. i…”

“nah, for real, man,” Sans said, his smile firm. “you’re a lot more fun to play poker with than the berry–and he doesn’t know jackshit about science. think i’d go crazy if i had to live with him. the guy’s dense.”

Blue glared indignantly, but Slim’s faint blush and small smile were more than consolation enough for Sans.

This one was really fun (and, uh, a little sad. ~~Which was probably why it was fun~~). Thank you! From this F/M/K ask meme. Please feel free to send me any characters you’d like to see!