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Drabble: Like No One is Watching

Summary: Whenever Red gambles, Edge usually is the one losing even when he’s not the one betting against him. There are exceptions.

Pairing: Spicyhoney

Rating: Everyone

Notes:  I’m still recovering from surgery, queasy from the meds but I still craved some fluff. This is what y’all get stuck with.

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Aaah! Fluffy perfection. The way you write these two is endlessly sweet. I love how you’re able to maintain the more belligerent side of their relationship while simultaneously making it adorable.

The Talk

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Summary: Stretch has been hiding away in his apartment for days, isolating himself from Edge the group. Twist and Cash decide that enough is enough.

Tags: Spicyhoney,TwistedMoney, Fluff, Awkwardness

hAY. my cool name is Painteee but my reel name is alassdwagons and I succ. This is my 10000000000th fic. it’s not as good uas Nigh aregents but it is still gud. Plz reaed. Thank. Luv Paintea ❤

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Painteeeeeaaaa!!!!

This was really adorable. Thank you for letting me provide suggestions for it! I love how it turned out.

But um??? When are they fucking???? If they don’t fuccc, I will block you.

(But seriously, this was so sweet. Especially Twist. Dumbass.)

A Warm Breeze

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“That shit’s gonna give ya cancer.” Portugal looked up just as the bottle of scotch was taken from his own hand, Twist taking a swallow with a grimace before tossing the whole bottle in the trash can across the way. Portugal stared at the can for a moment before glancing at Twist, face impassive.

“Ya know I’m jus’ gonna climb in there later and get it, right?”

Twist stared at him, stared at the trash can, then shrugged. “As long as ya ain’t drinkin’ it now, sweetheart.” Digging around in his inventory for a moment, he produced a cookie, looking homemade from all the different chocolates and the uneven brown edges. Breaking it in half, he offered one piece as he took a bite from the other.

Portugal glared at it. “Did your brother make it?”

Twist snickered, choking a little on the bite of cookie before answering. “Naw, ‘sides, he wouldn’t poison it and then let me have it.” When Portugal still didn’t move to take it, he sighed, gesturing with his hand a little. “Tha Edgelord made ‘em. They’re pretty good, little hard on the sweets so ya might need a drink after.”

Rolling his eye, Portugal took the cookie, nibbling a bit on the edge as he stared off into the distance. Twist let him have his silence after that, eventually laying back on the freshly cut grass to stare up at the clouds.

After a while or staring at nothing, Portugal joined him.

Hand pointing up, Twist mumbled out what shapes he saw, Portugal nodding if he saw them, slapping his hand down if he didn’t. Eventually the warm breeze blowing through and the shade of the clouds above them relaxed him enough that he dozed off, skull leaning into Twist’s shoulder.

Twist allowed it with a satisfied grin. Sometimes the little asshole needed a good nap. So what if the half of the cookie had a little magic in it to speed along the process. It wasn’t like he was gonna just leave him here, defenseless. Closing his eyes, he basked in the warmth of the sun. It really was a lovely day.

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Twist/Fell

Twistfell belongs to @itsladykit

Rain against the windshield. The gentle roaring
of the engine. Wheels against a wet road, and sunshine which warmed through the
clouds. A perfect day. And Fell would have enjoyed it. He would have. If he
hadn’t been in the passenger’s seat of his own car, a blindfold over his eyes
and with Twist, of all people, behind the wheel. Unable to help himself, he
fiddled with the end of his scarf. It was a nervous habit he’d never managed to
get rid of. His soul pounded in his ears. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Twist-
Oh, who was he kidding. He loved Twist with all his soul but the other was a
madman. A well-meaning one, but a madman nonetheless.

He squirmed in his seat, letting out a
huffing breath. Twist hadn’t wanted to tell him where they were going. When it
started to rain, he’d simply ushered him into the car and asked if he could
blindfold him. With how eager he seemed, Fell hadn’t had had the heart to say
no despite how uneasy it made him not to be able to see.

“Ya ok, sweetheart?” Twist asked, as on
que. He did sound concerned, but was apparently unable to keep the glee out of
his voice. A warm hand grabbed Fell’s, squeezing it for a moment before letting
go. It was a requirement for anyone who wanted to drive his car – don’t let go
off the wheel or gear lever for long. Not even to hold your anxious boyfriend’s
hand.

“I’m fine,” he grunted out, even as his
fingers itched to rip the blindfold off. He could, he knew that. Whenever he
wanted. Twist would never restrain him in any way without making it easy to get
out. The other hummed a little, and for a brief second a hand stroked his
zygomatic bone before it disappeared again. Fell let out a little sigh. The
corner of his mouth tugged upwards. “I am,
Twist.”

“Good, ‘cause we’re ‘ere.”

The car suddenly stopped, making Fell jerk
forward in his seat. Luckily the seatbelt stopped him before he could hit his
head on something. He let out a small gasp in surprise. He could hear Twist get
out of the car, and the door close behind him with a thump. After taking off the seatbelt, Fell made a move to attempt
to get out as well. Before he could, however, his door opened and a quick kiss
was pressed onto his skull.

“C’mere, Edgelord, I wanna show ya somethin’.”
Already, Fell could feel the rain on his bones. It was pleasantly warm, so he
didn’t mind. Allowing Twist to drag him onto his feet, he took a few tentative
steps after the other, and the car door was thrown closed. The rain poured
down. Already his clothing felt heavy. Yet, he followed as Twist led him by his
hand. Wet grass splashed under his boots as he walked and he could hear
something that roared.

Less than a minute later, they stopped.
Twist sounded almost breathless when he asked, “Ya ready?”

“Always,” Fell replied without hesitating. He
couldn’t wait to get this blindfold off. Plus, he admitted, he was curious what
the other had dragged him here for. Nimble fingers caressed his skull before
the blindfold was pulled off. He blinked against the sudden assault of light
and colour. Above the tree crowns, the clouds had disappeared, leaving a
pastel-painted sky as dusk neared. Above them, however, grey clouds still
poured rain, which fell into the blue-grey river in front of them. He blinked. “A
river?”

“Not th’ river, love!“ Twist’s one
eyelight was shining, and he grinned. When he threw an arm over Fell’s
shoulders, he couldn’t help but lean into it. The other pointed along the
river, and his eyes followed. When he saw it, he gasped. A waterfall, a couple
meters high. That was where the roaring came from. The water was sparkling. And
from it, continuing into the rain, rose a bright rainbow.

Twisting around to follow it, he saw how it
went just above them straight into the sky, shimmering. There it disappeared in
the clouds. Ever since they came to the Surface, he hadn’t seen such a colourful
rainbow before. Fell couldn’t help it. He gaped.

Twist sounded almost anxious when he spoke
again, “Do ya like ‘t? A lovely ol’ lady a’ th’ garage told me ‘bout ‘t an’ I
thou-“

“It’s beautiful,” Fell interrupted him,
recognizing the beginning of nervous explanations. He managed to tear his eyes
away, turning to Twist instead. He grabbed the other’s hand, squeezing it. The
sunlight from the horizon washed over them through the rainbow. Smiling, he
used his other hand to firmly grasp Twist’s mandible and bring their teeth
together. The other let out a surprised huff, but immediately returned the
kiss, chuckling into it. Once they parted, he didn’t let Twist’s hand go as he
turned to watch the waterfall and rainbow again. His chest felt warm, and he
couldn’t help how his smile grew even bigger. “I love it. And I love you. Thank
you for taking me here.”

“Aw, I love ya too, sweetheart.”

This is so adorable, oh my goodness.

Spicymaple? (Edge/Slim) If you want ^_^

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I’ve never heard of this pairing til now and I freaking love it. 

SpicyMaple Headcanon: Edge is secretly a stress smoker, and thinks Rus doesn’t know about it. He knows that Edge secretly steals his cigarettes and smokes it while Rus is asleep, so that’s why he keeps an extra pack around and buys the best brand, even if he’s okay with the cheap, disgusting ones. 


Stressed

“I thought I’d find you out here,” Rus closes the squeaking porch door behind him and listens to the crickets singing their nightly song. The cool surface breeze ruffles his jacket, as the stars twinkle in the moonless night.

The unlit cigarette fumbles in Edge’s fingers as his eyes widen widen and he flinches in surprised. He blushes deeply, but regains his composure, albiet tense. 

“It’s not what you think,” Edge coughs, “I’m throwing them away before you get yourself sick.” 

Rus chuckles and swings his fluffy hooded jacket over his boyfriend, “Relax, Edgelord. I’m not here to bust you. Light?” 

Rus offers up a lighter and Edge hesitantly accepts. He takes a long drag and puffs the smoke into the air, the silky grey swirling around each other. His body visibly relaxes and he snuggles in deeper into the jacket. 

“So what’s on your mind?” Rus asks. 

“What makes you think I’m thinking of something?” Edge raises a bonebrow.

“You only smoke when you’re stressed.” 

“You knew all this time?” 

Rus nods. 

Edge sighs and relents, “There are problems at work. Humans are so damn uncooperative.” 

Rus rubs his boyfriend’s back in sympathy, “Just say the word and I’ll kill them.”

The Fell skeleton laughs and playfully nudge the other, tossing the barely used cig away. Edge grabs Rus’s hand and leads him back inside for a good night’s rest. After that night, Edge never touches a cigarette again. 


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(And maybe a drabble if I feel like it)

Aww, this was so sweet. Thank you! ^^ I approve of this headcanon. (Poor Edge).

Hey Nurse! (And Fresh *waves*) A little prompt idea if you’re interested. Perhaps either Stretch or Slim (eek, can’t pick!) are getting egged (by a skele/mythical creature of your choosing)–and the person egging them is a little excited and overenthusiastic and ends up hurting them accidentally. Subsequently, they require a little comfort and love. Not sure if that’s something you’d be interested in, but the prompt’s there for your consideration ^^

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Too Much

Pairing: FluffyHoodies

Dragon Red/Normal Slim

Contains: Oviposition, Size Kink, Bara Red, Overstimulation, Mild hurt/comfort

“Think ya can handle it Princess?” Red rumbled, leaning back against one of the piles of pillows that cluttered his den.  "Yer small but-“ he growled low in his throat ”-that will just make it hotter when yer full of my eggs.“

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Aaah! Thank you! This was simultaneously extremely erotic (boy if I don’t love me some enthusiastic doms) and very sweet. These two are highly underappreciated, and this is just the way I love seeing them portrayed.

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Slim/Edge – Neglected Continuation

@graphiteskulls requested a continuation of Neglected. ( @askellie you get a tag too since I am finally doing the actual collaring this time.)

Warning: collaring kink, mild sexual content

Edge chose the collar with care. Soft purple to match Slim’s magic. Quality leather, so it would last. Chrome spikes to guard his neck. A metal tab engraved with Edge’s nickname, so Slim and everyone would know exactly who he belonged to.

And now Slim was kneeling before him, looking up at him with trust and adoration. It left Edge breathless. He clamped a hand around Slim’s collar bone, thumb sliding over his cervical vertebrae. Where his collar would soon rest. Magic pooled in his mouth and he growled, the sound almost like a purr.

Sliding his hand up his neck, he pressed his thumb into Slim’s mandible, forcing his head back. Slim’s eyelights were dilated and his cheekbones were flushed. “You’re beautiful like this,” Edge murmured, cupping Slim’s jaw.

Slim leaned into the touch, magic flooding his mouth. He closed his sockets, and Edge’s soul clenched. “Just look at you,” he said, unable to keep the wonder out of his voice. “So good for me. So trusting. So willing.”

He brought the other hand to Slim’s neck, fingering the sensitive cartilage between his vertebrae. He massaged it, and Slim moaned, mouth falling open. “please,” he said, “edge.”

“Shhh,” Edge hushed him, forcing his mouth closed with a light click. “Don’t you trust me to look after you, sweet?” Slim groaned, pressing into Edge’s hand. “I’ll take care of you,” he promised, “Feed you. Protect you.” Leaning down, he kissed Slim, long and deep. “Pleasure you,” he said against his mouth, pulling back. “Is that what you want?”

“yes, stars, yes! just please—!”

A lighter kiss. Edge’s soul fluttered. He felt almost lightheaded. “Such a good pet.” Slim whined, and Edge reached into his pocket, pulling the collar out. He held it in front of Slim, briefly nervous—until Slim nodded frantically and pushed into his other hand. “My pet,” Edge growled, closing the collar around his neck.

He pulled back for a moment, just surveying Slim. Violet magic leaked from his joints and warmed his bones. Edge’s soul clenched and magic pooled in his pelvic cavity, hot and achy. His fingers slid beneath the collar, tugging on it.

“Perfect.”

Perfect indeed. Fuck, Kit. This was so good. The emotions really hit all the right spots.