*this scenario was sorta inspired by comments from the last Puppymoney ask (I hope that’s okay)
Cash had been determinedly looking for the flower shopkeeper, whom had previously disappeared abruptly without a proper goodbye, haphazardly getting into trouble with the law as well as some dangerous people. After a close encounter on his safety he luckily gets swept up in a cop raid, and turns out the person leading their op was Edge. He pretends to have arrested everyone at the scene but secretly lets Cash go, but not before giving him a stern talk, knowing he’s acting on his heart and the endeavour was costing him too much.
The theme here is Detective AU and I rolled for a random scenario and got “secret relationship” :^)
Aaaah! I love this idea so much. There’s so much potential for various subplots that can branch off from this. Not least of all Pup’s side of things. What has he been up to? Does he know that Cash is looking for him? *_* Potential for angst and dramatic reunions. And Papcest OT3 hnnnng.
Also just look at how sexy this is. Edge suits the morally rigid (not really) detective role so well. (He looks so fucking good in that outfit). And my god. Cash looks beaten down–but you can see the defiance in him. He’s totally going to pull this shit again. I love the added touch of the electronic collar and handcuffs as well.
I’m always nervous to dive into this fic, because I worry about being upset by Bad Cash. But you impress me every time. I just love what you’re exploring with this fic. Cash is just awful. I really like the dynamics between him, Twist, and Edge. Twist puts up with Cash’s bullshit–but he only goes so far.
And *_* TwistedEdgelord. Yes please. I swear, you’re amazing at dirty talk. Your smut really is A+.
Blaming @askellie for this one. A continuation of my previous unhealthy SpicyCash ficlet. This is likely going to be a mini-series, since I’ve got some more ideas for it.
This is top notch smut. Even putting the actual porn aside, the emotions involved here hit me in all the right spots. I still can’t decide whether to despise or pity Cash. (Pity, definitely pity.)
And I like the relationship between him and Twist going on in the background.
Just a little SpicyCash, since its a ship that really gets no love.
Also playing with the headcanon that rather than the skeletons getting shunted into the same universe via machine, their Undergrounds open up to the same Surface.
It was raining. Big drops of cool water falling from the sky, drenching everything in its path. Cash watched as it pattered the ground from his window seat, hands wrapped around the cup of hot cocoa he’d ordered, letting the warmth sink into his fingers. The sweet, savory chocolate was a delicacy, to him at least. He would have never had access to it underground, but he hadn’t had to do his old job since the barrier fell.
The door jingled lightly as different people, both monsters and humans, came in and left, all clutching coffee and frappuccinos to their chests as though they were some kind of nectar from the gods and had to be protected at all costs. Taking a sip of his cocoa, he watched as the newest monster came inside, black coat hiding most of their face as the collar was pulled up as high as it would go.
He watched as the skeleton (no other creature had a blank white expanse for a head that he’d come across) moved carefully but assuredly across the already slick floor, ordering a drink and handing over a card before stepping back, arms crossed. Cash studied him for a moment, taking in the wicked scar over his left socket and the piercing crimson eyelights that seemed to bore into whatever he looked at.
Deciding that, if worst came to worst he could proposition the guy, he checked him. It was obvious when the check went into affect, the guy’s shoulders tensing and his eyelights going rigid. Coming from a fellground himself, he knew the first instinct that popped in your head: Someone’s gearing up for a fight.
15 LV. Isn’t about to just lay down and take it.
Well. Cash huddled further into his seat, sipping gingerly at his cocoa and trying hard to look as least suspicious or threatening as possible. As the sound of leather boots thudded closer, however, he began putting together his eulogy in his mind.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to check other monsters without their permission.” The voice was deep, a little rough, but otherwise smooth. Pleasantly dark. Cash felt a shudder go through his spine even as he looked up with a smirk.
“I’m sure up here it is.”
The skeleton stared down at him, face impassive, the staredown lasting just long enough that it became uncomfortable, before he sat in the seat across from him, looking out the window while taking a sip of his drink. Cash raised a brow, but rather than question it, he took a swallow of cocoa and joined him.
Sometimes being in the presence of another fell just made your day. Better or worse, that was really a flip of the coin.
Aww, I love this a lot, Fresh. The characterisations were awesome, and it has an excellent premise. Lots of love for this ship.
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