#I know I made an index for poly stuff but I don't think I made one for just spicyhoney stuff??? huh

[snuggles-and-struggles]

First up, horrorswap. I've been rotating it in my brain off and on lately, so I figured I'd start with one of the notes I'd made- oh lord almost two years ago WOW wait when is that art from. Oh man. Time is an illusion. Okay. Anyway.

Similar startings as how I usually do HF, Edge and Stretch met back underground, fell in love, and everything was cool and good. But then Tale suddenly lost contact with them, and they didn’t know what happened…until some time later, Fell surfaced. They quickly found out their timeline had merged with Tales, but that they could no longer contact Swap through the machine.

Eventually SF and TrF joined them on the surface, neither having met the others back underground. Years pass and Swap still hasn’t surfaced. Edge holds onto hope he has to, but time keeps dragging out.

It’s been long enough Edge is just about the only one still holding out hope, but he still has his job and life to tend to, and it hardly ever comes up he still wears the necklace Stretch gave him their first Gyftmas together, every day.

Then, something happens. The machine in Red and Toriel’s basement whirs to life and spits out two, incredibly fucked up monsters. The eventually dubbed Rust attacks Red initially, but Edge (who’d been visiting) gets between them, almost immediately recognizing “Stretch”. Rust is too out of it for it to register, and Red quickly incapacitates him before he can strike when Edge is in shock. “Blue” was already unconscious.

They’re both taken to receive medical treatment, both in pretty atrocious condition. When “Stretch” awakens, he starts to recognize the others, but…he’s pretty seriously traumatized. He’s sharp and a little cruel, seems to think this is some sort of dream or nightmare, not quite convinced it’s reality but not rejecting it either. Whatever happened, it’s obvious he’s been through the wringer. His body is mutated in some pretty serious ways, along with a lot of just outright damage, the worst of all being the gaping slice taken from his head. His right eye socket is full of diffuse magic, and he’s severely malnourished. “Blue"'s not much better off, and completely blind. Frankly, neither of them should still be alive, and yet.

As things slowly become more “real” to them, the newly dubbed Rust tries to reject Edge’s help. But Edge is nothing if not stubborn and full of love. He wears him down eventually, but the others are a bit worried for Edge, Red and Toriel especially.

Rust is pretty fucked in the head, to put it mildly (pun only slightly intended). He’s standoffish, aggressive…deranged at his worst times. And the newly dubbed Coal is really out of it at first, nor does he remember any of their old friends, so no one gets the context for what in the hell happened to them, as Rust would be more likely to chop his own arm off than talk about where they’d come from.

But they don’t see Rust with Edge when no one else is around. Yes, of course it’s incredibly rough at the beginning. There were probably many times Edge left the hospital disassociating and didn’t stop until he returned the next day. But as he slowly, slowly comes around, can’t break Edge with his bullshit, Rust…eases. Only around Edge and Coal, only. At first.

He can’t be released from the psych hospital until he proves he isn’t a danger to anyone, which takes...a while, but he softens to Edge, of course, for him, and it’s a hard fought battle, but Edge eventually convinces him to try. If not for his sake, then his brother's.

Rust eventually concedes, and stops fighting treatment. Coal’s memory is pretty shot, but he starts doing better, too, not nearly as volatile as Rust was at any point.

And eventually, Rust is permitted to be placed under a sort of conservatorship with Edge. It helps him stay on track, too, because if he fucks up, it comes back on Edge, so he really does intend to…mostly, keep on the straight and narrow.

And Edge loves him. He does. It’s incredibly hard sometimes, but there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for Stretch Rust. He moves in, while Coal moves in with Tale Asgore for company and help with his disabilities. And Rust really does improve. He’s mostly just quiet, his humors a lot more dark most of the time, but he’ll still crack jokes. He prefers to stick close to Edge if others are around, but if they aren’t, well. He can be a little clingy, but of course Edge doesn’t mind. Usually.

^ there was more to the note but it was just about a poly variant lol

I love them but man do they need sooo much therapy. I have a really sweet/sad convo wip between them I will post...at some point probably, but honestly I don't have much more actually written out for them, I just rotate them ✌️😔

[pheita]

Anniversary Gift - OC Kiss Week Crossover Story

This is for the wonderful prompt "Charm" with my boy Lyran from Blood Night and @stormbrightwriter demon boy Cal from "Falling in Love Will Kill You", set in our modern day in which Lyran and Ari have a band and Cal and Mara started as their fans and now are in a poly relationship with them, as created in some very self-indulgent band AU crossover she and I wrote last year just for us. So I took this as base for today's piece. This is NSFW as you can see above. It has Dom/sub tone. @jezifster and @eternalwritingstudent asked to be tagged in my stuff, I don't know if this is up your ally, if not just ignore it. @kainablue @bloodlessheirbyjacques

The blood-red sunset broke through the window as Lyran made final preparations. The apartment that served as a place to stay when he and Ari were in town was now more of a home than any other place, probably due to the two permanent residents.  He tossed the small box in the air a bit before lowering it back into his hand.  "Cal?" Almost instantly, Cal appeared in the room with wide, expectant eyes. It was fascinating that even after two years, this could still capture Lyran like the first day, and how much Cal had retained his naïveté. "Yes?" "I've got something for you. Come here, puppy."

Lyran tapped the armrest off the sofa. Without thinking, Cal came over and knelt in front of him. A glance at the clock said they had to leave in half an hour if they wanted to get to the meeting place in time to collect Ari and Mara. "Open it." Tentatively, Cal pulled at the bow covering the box before taking it from Lyran's hand. Just as gingerly, he opened it and took the small charm from it. At first, it didn't look like anything special, but Cal stroked it with one finger and his eyebrows pulled together. "This is magical." "That's right. An acquaintance of Ari's owed her something."

Leaning forward a little, legs spread wide, Lyran pushed Cal's head up toward him with his index finger. "Mara told me you found pleasure in fucking in public. Is that true, puppy?" "Yes, it's true." "Such a dirty little demon. I'm proud of you," Lyran purred as his hand moved to Cal's hair and reached in. Cal groaned, expecting more to happen, or much more from experience. "The charm will hide your nature from humans, just as Ari's necklace blocks her pheromones, or my bracelets block mine. The necklace is crafted so that in the relevant circles, the relevant people will know you're with us, and you're off-limits to them." "What for?" asked Cal, confused. Lyran's deep, warm laugh washed over him.  "Simple, my dear naughty Cal, you've grown accustomed enough to the human world, and we've done so much for you, we thought to celebrate we'd come up with something special. More specifically, I came up with something special. Even Mara and Ari don't know what's coming up yet. Only Mara knows the address of our destination. We both know how curious Ari is."

Inevitably, Cal had to laugh. Too often, Ari's curiosity had caused her problems.  He whimpered as Lyran let go of his hair. His cock was already pulsing expectantly, and a furtive glance down said that Lyran, too, was more aroused by all this than he had planned.  "You're just too tempting," Lyran shook his head, more at himself than at Cal, "What can I say." "Please..." "Come up here, and be a good boy." Cal needed no further instruction. Practiced, he unzipped Lyran's pants once he sat next to him and immersed himself in the task of pleasuring him.  "Fuck, Cal..." Lyran's hand clawed into Cal's shirt, the other one in his hair.  "Keep it up, puppy." Spurred on by the praise, Cal took Lyran's cock in its entire length and additionally massaged his balls with his free hand. Lyran came unexpectedly fast, but for Cal it was no problem. Greedily, he swallowed everything and licked Lyran's cock clean with long strokes.  "Fuck, you're such a good boy, Cal. I'm tempted to overturn my idea for today." "Why? Surely Mara and Ari wouldn't like that?"

Cal looked up in surprise and slowly straightened up. A mischievous grin on his face, Lyran stroked Cal's thigh. Slowly, his fingertips moved up to the waistband of his pants.  "I think I want you all to myself today." They both laughed out, which in Cal's case turned into an excited moan as Lyran gripped his erection and slowly pumped. "You're so wonderful to watch when you're this aroused," Lyran whispered. Despite all the practice and experience, Cal couldn't hold on after all, and his glow slowly rose "That's what I mean, puppy. Such a good boy, even glowing for me." Cal's whimper only spurred Lyran to torment him with slower movements.  "But we both know Ari wouldn't forgive us for that. The pranks that will follow will definitely have a kick to them." As Lyran chatted on as if it were a plain conversation, Cal tried to concentrate not to glow like a damn sun. He gave it up when Lyran just gently but firmly squeezed his glans. Moaning and whimpering, Cal came. "That's my good boy." Lyran kissed him greedily and then got up to wash his hands. Cal used the few moments to collect himself. "Are you going to reveal what you have planned?" "After you get ready to go out. Mara laid something out for you."

It wasn't long before Cal was back, wearing tight leather pants like Lyran usually wore on stage and a black crop top with mesh inserts.  "Perfect. Come on, we don't want to forget your present." "You planned for it to be used." "Of course." Chain and charm in hand, Lyran grinned broadly and waited for Cal to walk over. Anyone else would have rolled their eyes, but not Cal. He just walked over and turned so Lyran could put the necklace on, and right then and there pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Remember we told you about the clubs where people with the same preferences as us have sex in public?" "Yes." Confused, Cal half-turned over his shoulder. "There's a club run by a lust demon in town. That's where we're going today in celebration of our two-year anniversary." "Will there be other demons there?" Slight panic rippled through Cal's voice, and Lyran turned him all the way around, then took him into a tight hug. "Only the kind that have been vetted multiple times. No one there will hurt you unless you give them permission. Understood?" "Understood. "And we'll always be with you. Nothing will happen to you." A faint smile on Cal's face brought relief to Lyran. "Thanks." "For you, always, Cal. Let's go collect the girls. Ari's probably dying a thousand deaths of curiosity by now."