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Winter’s Return

Here’s a weird rarepair: Edge/G (Echotale Sans)

As Hades & Persephone at that, because of a crack AU I thought of and @kamari333 and I developed on Twitter. You can find it here and here and here’s a list of the current... cast.

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The halls of the castle could feel incredibly empty sometimes. Particularly during summer. Edge’s footsteps echoed through the dark hallways before he stopped by a window, looking out over his kingdom. From there, he could see all of Hades: all the four rivers and every one of the four regions. His black chiton billowed around him, wreathing like smoke around his legs. The windowsill was cold beneath his hand: the entire castle was built from black marble. He sighed, leaning his jaw at his fist.

His land was beautiful, if you asked him. He couldn’t see what the other gods saw in Olympus. That place was bright and messy and loud. Down here, he was in control. Order reigned, keeping the Dead peaceful.

Well. He winced as a crash came from behind, followed by a yell. Order almost reigned. He twisted around just in time to see Sans phasing through a wall, grinning like a cat who’d gotten into the milk. His teal tail whisked lazily behind him.

“Sans,” Papyrus shouted as he came through as well, throwing himself after his brother. He glared at the shorter spirit. “Get back here and do your fucking job.”

Edge regarded them with suspicion. For being two of his most loyal minions, he certainly couldn’t trust them as long as their tails reached. Pain was too fucking friendly, and Panic was the laziest person he’d ever met in his millennia of living. Together they were pure chaos.

“Nah.”

Sans floated back toward the wall, but was obviously not about to phase through again. Toward the pedestal with an old urn on. Edge’s breath caught in his throat as he bumped into it. The spirit yelped, freezing mid-air.

With his soul in his throat, Edge lurched forward as the urn rocked. And fell. His hands closed around it, moments before it hit the floor. He stumbled forward, shoving his shoulder against the wall for balance. For a moment, he did nothing but stare at the urn. At the intricate depictions of his wedding.

Carefully, he put it back on the pedestal. When he looked up, he found the brothers staring at him, wide-eyed. A hint of fear shone in Sans’ eyes. Once he’d taken a step away from the urn, back to safe distance, he let his temper flare. He clenched his fists, flames starting to flicker, licking at his arms, as he glared at him. His blood boiled as he stared between them and the wedding urn. The urn that had almost been broken because of Sans’ carelessness. “Will you be careful, you idiot!”

Sans actually recoiled, nodding quickly. It wasn’t often he was actually intimidated, but perhaps he realized what he’d done was too far. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“Get out.” The command was curt, and he took a few deep breaths to calm the pounding of his soul. With a quick nod, Sans sank through the floor, and he was gone. Papyrus threw him an apologetic gaze before he too disappeared, and Edge gritted his teeth. Of all stupid things…

“Wow. You really let this place go when I’m gone, huh?”

The sudden voice came from behind and Edge twisted around as he heard it, soul doing a somersault. His anger melted away as he stared at the skeleton leaning against the column by the wall, one hand rolling one of his infernal marrowbones stuffed with opiates between his fingers. His yellow eyelights glimmered with amusement. A flower crown of red pomegranate flowers rested on his head, a lovely contrast to his floor-length black chiton.

“G.”

Pushing himself of the wall, G smiled. “The one and only, husband.”

The next thing Edge knew, he was at G’s side, pulling him into his arms. His husband was a mere five centimetres shorter than him, giving him the perfect position to just breathe in his scent for a while. Opium poppies, fresh air, spring. And pomegranates, of course. Always pomegranates. G sneaked his arms around his waist, returning the embrace “I’ve missed you, love,” Edge murmured.

The arms around his waist tightened. “Yeah I missed you too.” He huffed, and Edge could imagine his smirk. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here. It’s only late August after all. My brother wasn’t pleased.”

“Fuck him,” Edge said, pulling away so he could look at him. At the cracks running up and down his face from his eye sockets, the sunshine yellow of his eyelights, the perfect white bone. Beautiful.

G smirked, reaching up to caress his face. Edge relaxed into it. The marrowbone laid forgotten on the floor. “Absolutely not. If there’s anyone you’re fucking, it’s me.” His fingers hooked around Edge’s jaw, pulling him down and mashing their teeth together with a clack. After his initial surprise, Edge reached up to cup his head from behind, running his fingers over the lowest of the pomegranate blossoms.

The kiss was gentle. Edge smiled into it, warmth blossoming in his chest, and he stepped closer, pressing their bodies together. His soul raced and his body tingled. He breathed out as they parted. “Oh, I love you.”

A pale daffodil yellow tinted G’s cheeks. Unable to help himself, Edge ghosted his knuckles over them. So pretty.

“Yeah, yeah,” G muttered, averting his eyes. Still, the corners of his mouth curled upwards. He grabbed Edge’s hand. “Your wonderful consort is back, blah blah, your usual speech.” A wicked glint lit up his eyes and he stepped forward, forcing Edge to back up against the wall. He lifted a hand, ghosting it over Edge’s bare collarbone and in beneath his chiton. Edge shivered. “I think I have a better idea, sweetheart. Let’s announce my return in a… slightly different way this year.”

There was something almost predatory in his grin. Edge didn’t even try to hold back his own as he pulled G up against his chest again, kissing him fiercely. The other hummed into the kiss, raking his fingers over his upper ribs.

“With pleasure,” Edge purred, whisking them away. One second, they were in the hallways and in the next, he pushed G down into their huge bed. G grunted, but his smile was delighted as Edge undid the brooch holding his shoulder strap up. As it fell away, revealing G’s gorgeous ribcage, he immediately bowed down, licking a stripe. When G gasped, his grin grew wider.

“You know,” he murmured against the other’s sternum. “I do like this idea.” He bit down, drawing a whimper. “Now now, love. You wanted to announce your presence. Don’t be quiet.”

“Asshole,” G growled. But to Edge’s delight, he complied. His sounds were delicious.

…

Afterwards, as they laid curled up in each other’s arms, Edge couldn’t stop his purring. G was in his arms, home again after almost six months, back in their kingdom where he belonged. He stroked his fingers over his sleeping husband’s face, smiling.

“I love you,” he mumbled, joy rushing through him at those simple words. Six months. Six months since he’d seen the other, since he’d last spoken them to anyone other than Doomfanger.

“Love you too,” G mumbled back, shifting in his sleep.

Edge could only sigh happily.

If you don’t spend the whole day in your pjs drawing did you even really have the day off work

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#gif #wow at the quality of this #thnxs tumblr #but today was fun #I haven’t traced in a while #or drawn #like really drawn #today was good #art work #new art blog #black and white #drawing #art

Sam, do the thing for the camera!

Luan, seriously? You can’t be putting this online, I have a secret identity for a reason.

No worries, it won’t be uploaded until you’ve inevitably lost the secret part!

Uh, fine. Just make the transformation look like it was edited.

No way. The people must know that you grow the wings and horns yourself.

Fine. I am the left hand of God’s right, bringer of retribution and revenge. I am the protector of the innocent. I am the son of the mischief god and a god in my own right. Do me no harm, mortal, and none shall be done unto you.

I love the glowing eyes. Great touch.

Thanks. They’re natural.

#this would be so good on film #or drawn #I can’t draw #context for the ai play date #The Thing #be not afraid