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dragonfics · 5 years

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Heat Wave Part 4 - Twisted(Puppy)Money

Heat Series Masterlist

Uninvited but not unwelcome

Ship: TwistedMoney (with a side of TwistedPuppyMoney)

Summary: Cash does not need help from the likes of Twist. Maybe he does. Just a little.

Tags: Heat fic, smut, penetrative sex, shower sex, implied threeway, top Cash, bottom Twist (though he uses both sets of genitals)

Word Count: ~1.9k

Notes: TwistedMoney (with a bit of TwistedPuppyMoney) heat fic requested by anonymous! Thank you for the request (and for your kind words ^_^). I hope you enjoy!

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Not that he’d ever tell them, but Cash didn’t really mind having Twist and Slim over. They showed up every week (completely uninvited) and Cash was forced to provide them with dinner and company (and sex, usually). He put up a fuss—it was very impolite of them, after all—but for all his grumbling, there was a treacherous part of him that was always disappointed when they left.

“Heya, Patches!” Twist bounded through the door and stifled Cash with a hug—which he rejected, ducking out from under his arm with a growl.

“we brought dessert!” Slim said cheerfully, slipping in behind Twist and heading into the kitchen. Wrenching himself free of Twist, Cash followed him.

“what is it?” he asked snidely. “twist’s dick?”

“and pavlova,” Slim said, smirking at Twist, who purred and pressed himself against Cash’s back. Cash allowed a few neck kisses before pulling himself free of Twist’s arms. Eyeing the store-bought pavlova, he hummed.

“fine,” he said, giving a disinterested wave of his hand. “you can stay.” Twist and Slim exchanged a triumphant grin—which Cash pointedly ignored.

Normally he was more than happy to indulge them in a little dinner conversation, but tonight, he was itching for dessert—real dessert, not the boxed treat waiting for them in the kitchen. He wasn’t the type to leave the kitchen messy, but right now he just—couldn’t be bothered. There were other things on his mind. He had his mouth on Slim’s jaw before he’d put his plate in the sink. “oh, already?” Slim laughed in soft surprise—though he certainly didn’t seem to mind, his hands wandering.

“Aw, eager tonight, darlin’?” Twist murmured, looking up. Never one to be left out of the action, he stood up and sandwiched Cash from behind while he and Slim kissed. “Mm, yer nice an’ warm,” he purred, nuzzling into Cash’s neck. Slim cupped his crotch and he grunted. The touch was scarcely enough, but the relief was immense. He bucked into Slim’s hand, magic dropping to his pelvic cavity. Patience running out, he ‘ported them to his room.

The sex was always good with the three of them. It was warm and relaxing, like climbing into bed after a hot bath. Only tonight, it also left him a little wanting… and warmer than normal. When Slim rolled off him and Twist curled against him from behind, Cash was of half a mind to ask them to keep going. There was still… an itch inside him. A prickle of need. He felt hot and bothered, and he squirmed in Twist’s arms.

He managed a few restless hours of sleep, but awoke when the ache in his bones became too much to tune out. The clock on his dresser read one, and the prickle had grown to a burn. He was sweating so much, his sheets felt damp, and he could smell himself. Sharp and salty and sweet.

Slim had his back to him, and his chest rose and fell steadily, still deep asleep. Cash writhed and turned over. Twist was awake, and watching him, his single eye-light bright in the gloom. “Look like ya could use a hand,” he said quietly.

Cash growled and scrambled over him to get out of bed. “i’m fine,” he grunted. “gonna take a shower.” He knew exactly what was happening, and he wished he’d recognised it earlier, so he could have asked Slim to come alone. He didn’t need Twist of all people helping him out of pity.

“Darlin’...” Twist spoke gently, resting a hand on Cash’s shoulder. “It ain’t gonna go away on its own. Lemme help.”

“i said i’m fine,” Cash snapped, brushing his hand off. “just… leave me. i can handle it.” He wiped a hand across his forehead and staggered into the hallway, reaching through the darkness for the light switch. When he flicked the passage light on, it was too bright, and his head throbbed. He leaned against the bathroom doorframe and pressed his cheek against the cool tiles. They misted beneath his heat.

He heard Twist’s footsteps behind him and scowled, turning on the shower as cold as it would go. He didn’t waste time taking off his clothes, climbing straight in and sitting on the floor when his legs refused to keep him up. He tipped his skull back and let the icy water rush over him, shivering. It was a shock to his overheated body, but inside, his soul was still heavy and simmering, magic building quickly within. He pressed his forehead against his knees, inhaling slowly. A clench of pain in his chest made nausea wash over him.

There was a wet thunk against the tiles as Twist sat behind him. Cash lacked the energy to protest when he placed his legs on either side of him, resting comfortably against his back. He hated that just the press of him against his coccyx made his soul squeeze. Magic dripped through his chest cavity. “twisted,” he groaned. “please…” He didn’t know what he was asking for—anything, really. Just not this. This burning ache.

“Please what?” Twist was uncharacteristically soft and tentative. “You wan’ me ta go?” Cash shook his head, taking another gulp of air, as if it might quench the heat.

“no—don’t.”

“Stay?”

Cash nodded, and with a lump in his throat, said, “help me.”

Twist nodded. “Tha’s all I wanna do. Wanna make ya feel good. Make ya comfortable an’ happy. Alright, darlin’?”

“you don’t have to tell me, just do it!”

Twist stroked his arm, soothing him with soft words. “Easy… I’ve got ya. Don’ worry ‘bout anythin’, just relax and lemme take care a’ ya.” He reached into Cash’s pyjama bottoms and cupped his pelvis. “How’s this?” he asked, rubbing the bone slowly. Cash swallowed and nodded. Magic coalesced in the area, clinging to Twist’s fingers until Cash formed a cock. “Tha’s it, sweetheart. Let’s see what we can do with this, yeah?” He palmed Cash, slicking him up with his own magic. His cock pressed against Cash’s lower spine, and Cash inched further into his lap, craving the touch of it.

Twist carefully undressed him and used his clothes to cushion the shower floor. He rested Cash on his back and knelt over him. “This good?” Cash nodded stiffly, bucking his hips into Twist. Below his cock, he could feel the soft folds of Twist’s cunt.

“wanna be inside you,” he murmured, his face heating before the words had even left his mouth.

“Yeah?” Twist sank low enough for the head of Cash’s cock to brush his outer folds. “Like that?” Cash shut his eyes, nodding frantically.

“twist…”

“I’m gonna make ya feel so good, sweetheart.” Twist leaned down and brushed their teeth together. His breathing was heavy against Cash’s mouth, and he exhaled sharply when the head of Cash’s cock breached him. He kissed Cash deeply, gradually lowering himself onto his cock. But it still wasn’t enough.

“twisted—more,” Cash whined, forgetting his composure. “please, i need—” He broke off in a groan as Twist took him deep. He was tight, and pleasantly cool in contrast to the burn of Cash’s magic. Relief trickled through him, and magic leaked from his chest and into the water. As Twist rode him, the knot in his soul loosened.

He’d never had much stamina, and his heat only furthered the fact. He came hard, moaning and spilling into Twist. Magic leaked down Twist’s femurs and he sighed. “Fuck, feel good, precious? Yer makin’ me feel good, y’know. Love seein’ ya come like that. Seein’ the look on yer face.” He hummed and bent down, nuzzling into Cash’s neck. Cash turned his face away to hide his blush.

“twist,” he whined softly. “keep going. please…”

“Mm, hold onto my hips, darlin’.” Cash did, rubbing his thumbs over the coarse bone. Twist’s breaths were quick and shallow. He reached between them and pumped his cock as he rode Cash, his mouth still exploring Cash’s neck. Cash groaned as the muscles of Twist’s cunt began to tighten around his cock, the pressure inside him building once more. “Fuck—fuck! I’m…” Twist gasped, cupping Cash’s jaw and kissing him hard as he spurted magic across his spine and lower ribs. Cash moaned into his mouth, a burst of pleasure rocking him as he came again.

Twist slumped onto his chest, breathing heavily against his shoulder. Cash squirmed beneath him, still far from satisfied. “twisted…”

Twist exhaled, squeezing Cash’s arms and planting a kiss on his sternum. “Gimme a minute.” He sat up slowly and shut his eyes, swallowing. “Fuck. Ya got no right makin’ me feel that good.” The corner of Cash’s mouth twitched, but he said nothing. Twist smiled and brushed his fingertips over Cash’s ribs, then hesitated, his lit eye hovering over the centre of Cash’s sternum. “Sweetheart… do you wanna…?” Cash frowned, looking down, and his chest immediately seized.

His soul glowed prominently through his ribcage, slick and dripping with excess magic. He looked at Twist, frantically pulling his arms around himself. “no! no, i—i didn’t mean to—no! no, no, no—it’s not—”

“Take it easy, shh, calm down, sweetheart. Breathe with me—in.” Twist inhaled and Cash matched him. “Out.” He exhaled slowly and Cash followed, his panic slowly easing. When he’d settled, Twist took his hand and stroked his fingers, saying, “I ain’t gonna force ya ta do anythin’. ‘Specially not that. I just thought—” He shook his head. “You ain’t gotta do anythin’ tha’s gonna make this harder fer ya. You wanna keep goin’?” Cash nodded, eager in spite of himself. “Good.” Twist kissed deeply and took him in again.

He didn’t ask for an explanation, and Cash was relieved—he didn’t really have one. He wasn’t sure why his soul had manifested. It sometimes did, during heats, but usually when he was alone, and only upon command. Not with other people, and certainly not with Twist. He couldn’t explain it, nor did he care to ponder it. Twist continued as if it hadn’t happened, and Cash was happy to leave it at that.

When the water started to feel too cold, Cash squirmed underneath Twist, pushing him away. “Had enough?” Twist asked. The water had washed away the sweat and cum and spent magic, but Cash still felt a mess.

He nodded, sitting up. “yeah. i’m done.” Twist smiled and climbed off him, turning the shower off. This was normally the point at which Cash would pull away and go outside for a smoke. Perhaps it was his lack of energy, or perhaps it was because he just needed to feel wanted safe for a little longer, but this time, he let Twist wrap him in a towel and take him downstairs.

Twist lit a fire in the hearth and lay on the carpet next to Cash, sharing the towel. Their bare bones pressed together, and Cash shut his eyes to avoid Twist’s gaze. The fire crackled and spread warmth across them, the sound of it lulling Cash into a doze.

“I know we’ve been at it fer hours,” Twist murmured, “but this is kinda gettin’ me in the mood.”

“shut up and let me sleep, you asshole.”

Twist smiled, kissing Cash’s skull. “Is cuddlin’ allowed?”

Cash sighed, and nodded. “just this once.”

Not that he’d have it any other way, he thought, as Twist held him.

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sincognito · 5 years

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The Stranger | Primeval Underfell | Ch 1

Universe: Underfell x Primeval

Ships: Spicyhoney, Puppymoney, Twistedpuppymoney

Overview: An introduction to my Underfell Primeval Papyrus known as 'Saber'. Not many people know the character or the show I'm doing the crossover with, but you don't need any knowledge of the show to read this as I'll explain the concept as I go along. All you need to know is that it's essentially Undertale + Time Travel + Dinosaurs :3

Warnings: Animal/Dinosaur Death

A/N: I do have a normal, Undertale version of a Primeval crossover, but that story has not been finished so I will not be using any of the characters from that series

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It was a freezing evening in the midst of winter when Rus first saw the strange monster for the first time. He was bundled up in the heavy jacket he was wearing, trying his best to keep every inch of his body covered and protected against the fierce wind that tore at his bones and threw snow up into the air. He was beginning to regret turning down Edge’s offer of a ride back home in the car rather than walking.

He was close to home, wandering along the path that bordered the local woods, when he heard an odd sound to his side. The skeleton looked up, squinting through the snow and into the dark forest beyond. There was a bright, glowing light in the distance that seemed to illuminate all of the trees nearby, and he could clearly see someone moving about in the shadows.

Shrugging it off as nothing more than someone doing some late-night work, Rus continued on his way home. It was unfortunate that he only managed to get a few further steps before an ear-splitting shriek had him jerking in surprise. He whirled around in time to get a glance at the animal that knocked him off his feet and into the snow with a heavy thump.

The large, feathered creature lunged at him, its jaws clamping down around the fluffy jacket that shielded his neck. It yanked at the material, easily tearing through the clothes and breaking off chunks of stuffing that it quickly began to gnaw on.

Rus was completely stupefied, frozen in place while he watched the creature destroying what had been his hoodie only moments ago. Its lithe body was crouched closely to the ground as its blade-like claws and sharpened teeth tore at the soft material, shaking it back and forth as though trying to kill the inanimate object.

When the raptoresque animal had realised it had not grabbed anything worth consuming, its large, brown eyes narrowed on Rus once more. The large feathers of the raptor’s crest rose high into the air as it took a step towards the monster, its teeth curled back in an ugly snarl while it hissed and chirped.

Rus couldn’t move, his whole body frozen as his soul thundered against his ribcage when the reptile began to bear down on him. It was when the animal paused, shifting its body into the position to pounce on its prey when an attack shot through the air, striking the raptor’s side and drawing a pained scream.

Before it could recover from the devastating attack, the monster responsible for the bone weapon leapt at it, another large, crimson blade within their grasp. They brought the attack down hard on the dinosaur, spearing cleanly through its neck, the momentum just enough for the monster to snap through the vertebrae with a sickening crack. The creature paused, a brief moment of realisation passing through its eyes before it slumped, all life drained from its body in an instant.

Rus looked up at the other monster, recalling finally how to breathe. At first he had thought Edge had been the one to jump to his defence, but upon closer inspection, it seemed that it was a completely different skeleton, albeit one with a similar appearance. The other looked down at him, scowling in disapproval shortly before he turned away to look back at the deceased raptor.

He studied the carcass for a long moment before reaching down and grasping the animal’s tail firmly in one hand. Without a word, a began to drag it through the snow and towards the distant glowing light, leaving behind a trail of red snow.

“W-Wait!” Rus finally shouted, his body finally obeying his commands once more as he scrambled shakily to his feet to stumble after the receding figure. His coat forgotten and the adrenaline slowly wearing from his body, he was forced to curl his arms tightly around himself, wondering how the other monster was walking around clad in only some thin clothes and completely bare foot.

“Wait up,” Rus continued, noticing that the other monster didn’t seem to have noticed his words, or perhaps was ignoring him, “Who the hell are you, and what the hell was that?” he demanded, trying his best to keep his racing mind from throwing too many questions at the stranger at once. “Are you even listening? Who ar-”

Rus yelped when the stranger rounded on him, his hold on the raptor forgotten as he snatched Rus’ neck, holding him against the nearest tree. Despite being slightly shorter than him, the other skeleton seemed to have no problem leaving Rus dangling in his grip, and he was forced to desperately claw at the other’s hand to try and relieve some of the pressure from his neck.

The monster looked him over, seeming to check him before scoffing slightly, dropping Rus unceremoniously to the cold snow below. He shook his head, grabbing the dinosaur’s limb again before proceeding back towards the strange light. “Leave now,” the skeleton growled, refusing to look back at Rus, “You were lucky this time.”

Rus had many questions, but he also had an overriding sense of self-preservation, and with the aching pain in his chest from when he was thrust into the icy ground several moments ago and the slight stinging of his neck, he decided it best to heed the other’s words. While it might have been his only chance to find out what strange happenings were occurring in the woods in the middle of the night, he was in no hurry to throw himself into danger so soon after reaching the surface.

After taking a moment to gather himself, Rus used the tree he had been momentarily pinned against as leverage to help himself to his feet before he quickly turned, running back the way he’d come and towards home. He was late, and Blue would be sure to throw a fit over the damage to his brand new jacket.

The second time Rus encountered the skeleton was one late summer afternoon, a year on from the first meeting. He’d left the cool sanctuary of the local shopping mall and was wandering the small market stalls that popped up every Saturday. There were farmers showing off their fresh produce, artists offering their specially crafted pieces, and so many other strange and wonderous items sat on sale that it often felt a little overwhelming.

The skeleton stood in the shade of one of the tents, looking over the handful of beaded jewellery that lay out across the table before him. No one he knew had a fondness for fancy necklaces and bracelets, but there was no harm in looking at the pretty jewels. From the corner of his eye, Rus was startled briefly when he thought he saw Edge walking through the nearby crowd.

He moved away from the stall, taking a closer look at the monster who bore such a close resemblance to his friend, but was clearly very different in presentation. The monster wore long, dark green trousers that had many a tear and a thin tank top that seemed to also have its fair share of damage. His whole body was smeared with greens and browns as though he had been rolling around in the grass, yet he seemed not to notice his rather dishevelled appearance.

The torn fabric, however, was nowhere near as badly broken as the other skeleton’s bones seemed to be, littered with poorly healed scars and fractures. It was then he realised, that it was likely the stranger he had encountered many moons ago. Fortunately, he began to inspect a nearby clothing display, allowing Rus to continue to observe him without seeming too suspicious. He began to look through the clothes as well, keeping an eye on the stranger.

The monster selected a pair of long, black trousers, looking them over quickly before holding them up to his hip to ensure they were an appropriate size. With that, he began to walk away, clothes still in hand. No one else seemed to notice his presence at all and had Rus not been watching so closely, he would have been able to simply take the clothing.

“I hope you plan on paying for those,” Rus stated, stepping out from the rows of clothing racks to speak to the taller monster.

The other skeleton’s crimson eye lights had the same fierceness to them as Edge, his features strikingly familiar if not for the crack running down the bottom of his jaw rather than across his eye. At first when the monster looked at Rus there was anger, but then there was a hint of amusement deep within them as the monster grinned, apparently also realising they had met before. Glancing back to ensure that the shopkeeper was still preoccupied with customers he held out a hand to Rus.

Something was placed into his hand by the monster, and Rus was quick to look down at the wet object now in his grasp. He almost dropped it when he realised that it was, in fact, a living creature that he had received, and one that looked rather similar to a cockroach at first glance. However, once he looked closer, Rus was amazed to find that he was holding a living trilobite.

It twitched and squirmed, obviously not used to being removed from its watery home. Rus looked up, only to find that the other monster had seemingly vanished into thin air along with his stolen goods. With all the grace of a headless chicken, Rus raced along the marketplace, asking every store tender he came across until he found a small plastic tub filled with water.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the tiny animal began to happily swim around in its temporary enclosure. Of course, it couldn’t be a permanent solution – Rus knew nothing about looking after an extinct arthropod – and so he was quick to take a short cut back to his home, muttering a quick apology to the small animal for the rather disorientating sensation of teleportation. Not that it would understand him.

With the trilobite safely placed on the kitchen counter, Rus pulled out his phone, dialling up his good friend Undyne and immediately beginning to question her on everything she knew about the animal that had been extinct only a few minutes ago. He then teleported to the nearby shopping centre, walking swiftly to the small pet shop on the corner.

Mentally thanking the stars that he’d been paid already that week, Rus purchased a small fish tank, water filter, and a bag full of ‘feeder fish’ as they were labelled. Undyne had informed him that most trilobites fed on a diet of small, aquatic worms, and so he hoped that the small fish would be enough to keep it satisfied.

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hj-skb · 6 years

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A little gif featuring @itsladykit‘s Atypical boys

kind of sort of inspired by @maddieblay‘s Twistedpuppymoney art

#Atypical #twistedpuppymoney #inspired by fanfic #fanart of fanfic #my art #animated #itsladykit #i was trying this new app it is quite fun to use #I love that Twistedpuppymoney so much it's just so cute #cash the siren #twistfell papyrus #sf kh papyrus #sf papyrus

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itsladykit · 1 year

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Life Cycles, Ch. 29 - (Don't) handle with care

Summary: Cash communicates in the only language he knows.

CW: Some mildly unhealthy relationship dynamics going on here. The sort of thing that I think is understandable in context, but would be a giant, waving red flag in real life. Possessive behavior, jealousy, toxic masculinity (of the "anger is the only emotion I can show" variety), some physical harm, sex that skirts of the line of dub-con though it is pretty clearly consensual in the end. Also LV angst and vulgar humor.

When Cash fell asleep in his arms, Twist reluctantly pulled away and lay him in the nest. He ran the backs of his fingers over Cash’s cheek, brushing away dried mana. He tried—carefully—not to think about what Cash had just said, though his throat was tight and his soul heavy.

Slim’s arms settled around his waist, and he rested his chin on Twist’s shoulder. His bones were hot against his spine. Twist reached back, cupping the side of his face. “Heya, darlin’.” Slim nuzzled into his hand. “You okay? Need sumthin’?” The teasing note was obvious in his voice. From the heat pouring off of him, Twist had to assume he was ready for round two, and he was grateful for that. Twist could lose himself in the pleasure and physicality of fucking, shake off the melancholy Cash’s words had left him with.

But Slim shook his head, draping himself over Twist’s back. “just you,” he said, purring softly.

Twist’s mouth went dry. He swallowed. “Well, ya got me,” he said, trying for comforting but the reassurance sounded hollow to his own ears. Before Slim could react to it, he cleared his throat. “Like ta clean up, though.” He looked down at his chest, as if perturbed by the mana drying on his bones. “Startin’ ta itch.”

“you’ll come back?”

“’Course.”

With obvious reluctance, Slim released him, but not before planting a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck, setting Twist’s soul hammering. He scratched at his scarred socket, hiding the fresh trickle of mana seeping from between the cracks. He disentangled himself from the sheets, trying not to trip on his way out of the room—or let Slim catch on to his distress.

Downstairs, he pulled the bathroom door shut behind him, leaning against it as he tried to steady his breathing. He squeezed his sockets shut and clenched his fist closed, using the heel of his hand to wipe the fresh mana from his cheek.

Distantly, his soul ached, reaching for something it couldn’t have. Mourning a future that could never be.

Anger welled up, and his fists tightened until his claws pricked his metacarpals. He had no right to feel this way. No right at all. He was lucky to have even a week with them, lucky to have made it this far. He’d seen the sun now and the stars. He’d made it to the Surface, seen his little brother and his friends start their new lives. He’d even been allowed to pretend—for a while—that this was a new beginning for himself too.

He had to stop pretending, though. With every bit of EXP he’d gained, every bit of L.O.V.E., he’d known he was trading his future for his present. He’d made this bargain with himself, knowingly and willingly. But now that the piper had come to take his due, Twist thought it was unfair? Did he really think he deserved more than what he’d already been given?

No. No, he didn’t. So he wiped the mana from his face and took a long, deep breath, forcing his hands open. One week. He could have them for one week—no more. No less. And he wasn’t going to spoil it for himself by dwelling on a future they couldn’t have together or wasting time on self-pity. No, he was going to put on a happy face, and treasure every stolen second.

He took a slow, deep breath and pushed away from the door. He leaned over the sink to wash his face, only straightening when the water ran clear once more. Just as he took a washcloth and began scrubbing the dried mana from his ribcage, he felt pressure around his distant soul. He furrowed his brow-bones, rubbing at his sternum. Cash’s soul still pulsed behind his ribs, heat and need radiating from it. The need felt strange, though—the desperation less sexual and more frantic.

Twist winced—Cash must have woken up and realized Twist still had his soul. He reached into his chest and brushed his fingers over it, trying to project reassurance. He was rewarded with immediate, painful pressure on his own soul. Teeth clenched, he leaned against the counter, hissing as the pain peaked. He swore, discarding the washcloth as he stumbled out of the bathroom.

He had to lean against the wall for a moment, feeling another surge of pain and pressure. Swearing again—at himself, at Cash—he tried to climb up the ladder, though he had to stop after a couple rungs. “Tha’s enough!” he rasped, “’M tryna climb back up.”

The pain faded, but the pressure lingered. He hurried up the ladder, in case Cash decided to use his soul as a stress ball again. “Whaddaya doin’—”

Blue magic struck him, but with his soul in Cash’s hands, it had nothing to catch and dissipated harmlessly against his sternum. He blinked, looking down at his chest, before raising his gaze to the nest and meeting Cash’s eyelight. He was kneeling amidst the blankets, nearly vibrating with fury. He pointed to the nest. “get. in.”

Twist raised his hands, standing slowly. “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’ think ya’d be upset. Got yer soul right—”

“get in the fucking bed, twist.”

Twist looked to Slim, wondering if he understood what was going on, but he looked just as confused as Twist felt—and seemed almost as upset as Cash. “Alright, I’m comin’.” He moved slowly, though that only seemed to make Cash more irritated. As soon as he was in reach, Cash grabbed him and pulled him close, one hand still closed tight around his soul. He buried his face in the crook of Twist’s throat, scenting him.

The nape of his neck prickled. “Uh, darlin’…?”

Cash bit him—hard.

Twist choked on an exhale, hands scrabbling over Cash’s ribs and hipbones. Cash swept his tongue over the bite mark, and Twist squeezed his hips, mana flooding his mouth. Pulling back just enough to catch his eyelight, Cash gripped the nape of his neck—claws digging into his vertebrae—and snarled, “you left.”

He blinked. “Was only gone fer a minute. Jus’—”

Cash snarled again, shoving him down into the nest. He straddled his hips, one hand on his sternum, the other holding his soul aloft—and squeezing. A pained gasp escaped him, and he clawed at Cash’s arm, before remembering the kind of damage he could do if he was careless. He forced his hands flat against the mattress instead, squirming as Cash’s grip grew ever tighter around his soul. Slim’s hands fluttered as he looked helplessly between them. Twist lifted one hand just enough to sign, “It’s okay.”

Slim settled, but Cash leaned close, until they were nasal ridge to nasal ridge. “you left,” he snarled. His good socket was narrowed, his eyelight flared and angry. “while I was sleeping! you were just fucking gone.”

Twist blinked, still not understanding. Then, when he loosened his grip on his soul, Twist realized Cash’s breathing was ragged and his thighs trembled faintly as they gripped his ribcage. “you don’t just fucking disappear,” he snapped, squeezing his soul for emphasis. “you don’t get to just leave like that, asshole.” Twist swallowed, schooling his features; he knew Cash wouldn’t react well if he detected pity in his face.

It was easy, sometimes, to forget the magnitude of Cash’s loss. To forget his whole universe had fallen to dust—and he alone remained as both witness and survivor. He made it easy by snapping at anyone who tried to get close, by putting up walls and pretending he didn’t want or need anyone to want or need him in turn. Even Twist forgot, sometimes, and he’d been the one who found him in the destroyed remains of his Judgement Hall, the only other skeleton to walk the dust-limned roads of his all but abandoned universe.

Impossible to forget now, with him looking down at Twist like he’d lost hold of a life raft and only just found it again.

So, Twist rubbed his hands up and down Cash’s thighs, gently projecting / seCUriTy / SaFETy / HOME /. “Alright, sweetheart. I got it. Won’ leave without tellin’ ya where ‘m goin’, okay?” At least for now, while Cash was gripped by his heat and clearly not fully in his right mind.

Unsatisfied, Cash glared at him, and his hand tightened around Twist’s soul. Twist inhaled sharply, but he kept up the steady, soothing projections. Something snapped, and the pain lifted all at once. He blinked, trying to understand the sudden surge of euphoria coursing through him. It felt like his soul was singing.

From behind Cash, Slim gasped and grabbed at Cash’s hand, pulling Twist’s soul free of his grip. Twist didn’t understand until he saw the line of gold mana trailing down Cash’s arm. Cash saw it too, and his sockets went wide, the anger disappearing all at once.

Twist tightened his hold on Cash’s thighs, holding him in place. “Hey, hey. ‘S alright.” Slim looked at him, sockets creased in concern. “’M fine, sweetheart.” He rubbed his thumbs over Cash’s thighbones. “B’tween my LV an’ his KR, if he’d ‘a meant ta hurt me, I’d be hurtin’.” Cash stiffened, as if that thought had only just occurred to him.

“it’s cracked,” Slim said, cradling Twist’s soul to his chest.

“Only on the outside,” he said, looking at the crack in his soul’s surface. He could see why Slim looked so panicked; mana dripped from it like Cash had opened a fresh wound. But Twist only felt a vague sense of relief—like a persistent itch had finally been scratched. “It don’ hurt, sweetheart. ‘S okay. Really.”

“really?” Slim signed. He studied his soul uncertainly.

“Really. It’s okay, darlin’. Promise.”

Slim’s shoulders eased, but Cash seemed frozen in place, his gaze distant. Twist slipped a hand inside his own ribcage, upping his projections as he took hold of Cash’s soul. He shuddered and tried to get up, but Twist kept hold of his thigh. “Easy, sweetheart. Easy. It’s fine. Yer fine. Everythin’s fine.”

“your soul—”

Twist snorted. “It’s prob’ly in better shape now ‘n it was b’fore.” Cash stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “Really. Bring it here, sweetheart,” he told Slim. “Let’s get a better look at it, yeah?”

With a glance at Cash, Slim obeyed. He settled beside them, holding Twist’s soul between his cupped hands like it was something precious and fragile. The split in the outer surface ran from tip to crease, and fresh mana welled along the edges. Warm golden light spilled from the cracked surface, and Twist traced a finger around the edges. “See?” he said, “Jus’ broke through the crap on the outside. Inside’s fine.” Many of the thorns and barbs were broken too, and Twist worried briefly about Cash’s hand, wondering if any had managed to bruise or puncture the bone.

Cautiously, Cash touched the tip of his phalange to the newly exposed surface of Twist’s soul. A shudder rolled through him; he swore, toes curling. “twist?” Slim asked.

“’S fine,” he rasped, “Jus’—sensitive is all.”

He realized he’d made a mistake when Cash and Slim shared a look. “sensitive, huh?” Cash asked, pressing more firmly.

Twist gasped, grabbing his arm. His sockets were wide, his eyelight bright. “Fuck.” He took a breath, trying to calm his magic. The mana nodes at each joint were warming already. “Yeah, ‘s sensitive, so quit it—‘less yer already ready fer another round.” He looked him over, half in threat and half in interest.

Cash looked to Slim, smirking. “you want him?”

Twist scowled. “Yer sure willin’ ta pass me around, fer a guy that couldn’t wait ta get me back in ‘is bed—” He choked on his words as Cash rolled his thumb over the soft surface of his soul. He clutched at the bedding, not trusting himself to take hold of Cash. “Fuck!”

“go on, then,” Cash said to Slim, as if Twist was his to offer. “take him for a ride, love.”

His soul pulsed, fresh mana bubbling over Cash’s hand. He swore again, while Cash rolled to the side. Twist sat up, glaring at him—ready to prove that he wasn’t a monster to be so casually dismissed—but then Slim was nibbling on his cervical vertebrae, and Cash was teasing his thumb under the calcified layers of his soul, touching him in ways he’d never been touched before. He planted a hand on the mattress and bowed forward, teeth grit to hold in a groan or a growl or something more animalistic still. When Cash eased up, Twist glared at him. “Yer playin’ with fire, doin’ that,” he rasped. Cash looked completely unconcerned, and Twist lost track of him when Slim tilted his skull up for a deep, lingering kiss.

Cash massaged his soul through it, apparently unwilling to be left out. His touch was lighter, though, less overwhelming. Still, it left Twist feeling desperate for more—more of Slim, more of Cash, more of them on him, in him, around him. He broke the kiss, trying to catch his breath. “Shit. If this is what heat’s like, I don’ know how ya stand it, sweetheart.”

Slim shrugged. “easy,” he said against Twist’s mouth. He kissed the corner, then traced a path down his jaw. “we have you,” he said, then bit the other side of his neck, opposite the mark Cash had already left. At the same moment, Cash teased his tongue over his soul.

Twist’s eyelight rolled back, mana rushing through his skull.

Without thinking about the consequences, without worrying about their HP or his LV, he put Slim on his back, shoving him into the nest and holding him there. A low sound vibrated his sternum—not a growl, not a purr, but something in between—and Slim grinned, lifting his hands up above his head. Taking the hint, Twist gripped both wrists in one hand and shifted his weight over Slim’s hips, holding him down. “You two’re gonna kill me,” he said, looking between them.

Then, shaking his head, he focused his attention on Slim, on his gentle smile and his easy show of submission. Swallowing, he leaned down to kiss him. Slim opened for him readily, allowing Twist to guide the kiss. Without pulling back, he pressed Slim’s hand inside his ribcage, where Cash’s soul still rested. Pulling back, he kissed the hinge of his jaw, over the mana node that rested there. Then he murmured in his acoustic meatus, “Le’s make sure Patches don’ feel left out, yeah?”

He felt Slim smirk against his mandible and heard Cash gasp as Slim squeezed.

Later, after they’d fallen into a spent tangle of limbs, Twist rested against the edge of the nest, one of Cash’s legs thrown over his, while Slim curled between. Twist couldn’t silence the low, persistent purr vibrating his chest, nor did he try. They were warm and content, and the outside world seemed very far away.

Twist knew it couldn’t last, but that only made the moment of peace more precious. He turned over onto his side, ignoring Cash’s ominous growl. “Ain’t goin’ nowhere, sweetheart. ‘M right here.”

“good,” was all Cash said, shifting so he could grab hold of his forearm.

Twist grinned. “Maybe you oughta be in the middle, darlin’. So ya c’n keep track ‘a both ‘s us.”

He said it teasingly, but Cash sat up, nudging Slim aside so he could take his place between them. Slim’s grin stretched wide as he resettled himself, spooning Cash from behind. Cash hooked his claws through Twist’s ribs, obviously not trusting him to stay put. Twist’s purring only grew louder in response, and Slim hummed happily, the vibrations likely soothing to his soul.

At some point, their souls had been shuffled around again—Slim now had Cash’s, Cash had Twist’s, and Twist had Slim’s. Twist reached into his chest and cupped it loosely, projecting / pEaCE / WarmTh / SAFEty /. Slim sighed again and settled even deeper into the nest, purring faintly. Cash huffed, as if annoyed by the projections, but he only burrowed closer, folding his arm over Twist’s chest.

Twist shut his sockets, basking in the warmth and comfort of the nest. His purring grew louder.

They dozed. Outside, the warm gold of late afternoon slowly faded to the cool dusk of early evening. Cash growled when Twist hauled himself upright, leaning out of the nest. “Jus’ turnin’ on a light,” he said. “You two hungry? ‘S getting’ late.”

They looked at each other. Slim shrugged, but Cash studied him, considering. “i could eat,” he said, before pushing Slim’s legs wide and kneeling between them. Snickering, Slim obediently summoned his pussy.

Shaking his head, Twist snorted. “I meant sumthin’ a little more substantial’n that.”

“you’re just jealous i thought of it first,” Cash said, supporting himself on his elbows while he slipped a pillow under Slim’s hips so they’d be at a more comfortable height.

“Nah. I like savin’ dessert fer last.” Slim gestured to him, making it very clear that he wouldn’t mind having his mouth occupied while Cash ate him out. “Tha’s sweet, darlin’, but I’m gonna order us some food. Chinese okay?”

Slim nodded, but Cash was otherwise occupied. He called and rattled off his order, familiar enough with their tastes to know what they’d like. The restaurant didn’t deliver, but Twist wanted to check in with Red anyway. He sent a text, and Red agreed to deliver for them.

As soon as he put the phone away, Slim gestured him over. Grinning, Twist slipped a hand into his own ribcage to stimulate Slim’s soul. Between the soul stimulation and Cash’s cunning tongue, they brought him to a peak before Red arrived. At the sound of the doorbell, Twist kissed Slim and said, “Be back soon, sweetheart.”

Cash caught his arm as he stepped out of the nest. “five minutes,” he said.

Shaking his head, Twist pulled on sweatpants and a shirt. “Alright, darlin’. Shouldn’ take more’n that anyway.” He leaned in and kissed him. “'Sides, ya got collateral,” he said, touching Cash’s sternum. “Ain’t goin’ too far without this, yeah?”

Cash cupped his soul, thumb pressing into the exposed gold. “try it and see what happens.”

Twist snorted, scrubbing a playful hand over Cash’s skull. “Five minutes,” he said, “No playin’ around with it b’fore then, alright? Ain’t in’erested in givin’ Red a show.”

Cash nodded, but his socket was narrowed and suspicious, like he expected Twist to run off at any moment. Giving Twist a knowing grin, Slim cupped Cash’s cheek and brought him in for a kiss, dipping one hand between them to stimulate Cash’s pubic symphysis. Twist gave Slim a mocking salute in thanks, then jumped to the ground floor, confident that Slim could keep Cash occupied.

Red rang the doorbell again. “I’m comin’,” he called, opening the door.

Red smirked. “heh. been sayin’ that a lot t’day?” He scratched under his jaw. “with marks like that, ya can’t tell me yer jus’ playin’ referee.”

Twist touched one of the bite marks on his neck. “Ah, well.” He shrugged. “Ya know ‘m always willin’ ta lend a hand fer a friend in need.” He winked, while Red snorted. “What about you? Didja talk ta Papyrus?” Red shot him a glare, but Twist only grinned back at him. “Went well for ya, then?”

Rolling his eyelights, Red said, “yeah, yeah. we’re gettin’ coffee next week. proud ‘a yerself?”

Twist reaching out to knuckle the top of his skull, earning surprised sputtering from Red. “Nah—proud ‘a you, though!”

Red shoved his arm away, straightening his jacket with a glare. Then his eyelights darted to the ladder. “an’…them?”

He grinned, leaning against the doorframe. “They’re doin’ jus’ fine. Think they might even go fer coffee after this is all finished.”

“just them?” Red eyed him.

Twist cleared his throat, forcing back the sudden tightness. “Jus’ them.” He reached for the bag of takeout. “Thanks fer this, darlin’. Whadda I owe ya?”

Red put his hand on the door and put his foot on the frame. “how ‘bout an explanation?” Twist raised a brow-bone. “me an’ the creampuff stopped by the embassy taday. yer boss was there. said ella dropped by the shop.”

Twist sighed. “She said that, huh?”

Red nodded. “yeah.” He tugged on his collar. “said you might need people ta vouch fer ya.” Twist didn’t respond. “if, uh, if this went further’n it already has.”

He shook his head, rubbing his forehead. “Ya don’ gotta worry ‘bout that, sweetheart. It ain’t goin’ no further’n this.”

Red’s sockets narrowed. “ya didn’ go ta boris—”

He waved him off. “I didn’ go ta Boris.” He wouldn’t need to, in the end. Scales would send them both back Underground when she caught wind of this. Or, if she tried to send him back alone, then he’d make sure Ella wouldn’t be a problem for his friends and family before he left. Either way, it was taken care of.

Red must have seen something in his face to put him on edge, because his grip on the door tightened. “hey, it ain’t jus’ you an’ yer bro now,” he said, “ya got allies. hook an’ ‘dyne an’ yer people at the shop. an’ us. we got yer back.”

Twist snorted. “Yeah, darlin’ I know.” More people to disappoint. More people to hurt when he finally lost it. More people for Ella to target.

“so yer not gonna do nuthin’ stupid, right?”

He forced a grin. “C’mon, now. Lemme have my fun, yeah?”

“i’m serious, twist. hook an’ ‘dyne are stickin’ their necks out ta make sure scales don’ send ya back. an’ yer boss says they’ve had ta deal with people like ella b’fore—”

He laughed, the sound ugly and mean. “Hope not, sweetheart. Wouldn’t wish that on anyone else.” Red’s features paled, and Twist winced. “Sorry. I get what yer sayin’, an’….” He swallowed, scratching the underside of his jaw. “An’ ya don’ gotta worry, alright? I wanna stay up ‘ere much as anyone else. I wouldn’ throw that away jus’ ta get back at her.” Too bad his LV made it impossible to stay. Even if Scales didn’t force him back Underground, he couldn’t stay here. Not knowing the kind of harm he could do. He was out of time. He cleared his throat. “Now, if ya don’ mind—I got a pair ‘a skeletons ta feed, an’ they ain’t exac’ly patient right now.”

Red studied him, then nodded. He withdrew his hand and his foot, straightening his jacket as he did. “good. an’ you’ll tell boris ta fuck off?”

“Don’ need to, darlin’.” He wouldn’t be here long enough to go into heat anyway. “He won’—”

“who the fuck is boris?”

Apparently, his five minutes were up. “Heya, sweetheart.”

A hand wrapped around his waist, the other around his neck. Droplets of sweat appeared on Red’s forehead. Twist winked to let him know everything was fine. He reached back, cupping the side of Cash’s skull.

“get. out.”

To Red’s credit, he looked to Twist, signing, “you okay?” Cash, using Twist’s body to shield himself from view, wouldn’t see.

Twist lifted his chin, giving Cash better access in answer. “See ya in a few days, sweetheart.”

“i, uh. i c’n bring food—”

“no,” Cash said, “you won’t.” He kicked the door closed, then shoved Twist into the wood. “who the fuck is boris?”

“Jus’ a friend.” Twist didn’t fight it when Cash traced a finger over his neck, then dug at his sweatshirt to finger the marks around his wrist.

“these are his?”

Twist sighed, leaning into the door. “Darlin’, ya ain’t got a right ta be jealous s’long as its my soul ya got b’hind yer ribcage.”

Cash paused, then pushed away from Twist. “i’m not jealous.”

Twist rolled his head until his cervical vertebrae popped. “Well, then, ya got no reason ta worry, now do ya?”

Twist turned to face him, rubbing the back of his battered neck bones. Cash just glared. “you.” He hissed, and for a moment, Twist expected him to spit on the floor between them. But Cash was from the Capitol; even Underground, he’d have been too well-mannered for that. “it’s not fucking boris i’m worried about.”

Twist sighed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door. “I got Ella handled, sweetheart—”

Cash growled, storming up to him. “it’s you, twist.” He pressed a finger into his sternum. “you’re the one i’m worried about.”

#swell papyrus #twist papyrus #sf papyrus #my work #life cycles #twistedpuppymoney #papcest #undertale

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rainoverthemountains · 4 years

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Twist story chapter 37

Twistfell and everything associated with it belong to @itsladykit

Comments, likes, and reblogs continue to make me very happy and let me know people are enjoying this story and I’m not posting into the void. Thank you!

Summary: There’s a cure for LV (probably). It’s completely safe (probably). It’s a highly unpleasant experience (definitely). Twist only cares about that first statement. He probably should have paid a little more attention to the other two. But what does it matter? He’s getting what he wants, and he has the best friends and family in any universe to help along the way.

(Those friends and family might disagree about how much it matters, but who made them the experts on good decision making? They’ll work it all out somehow or other. Eventually.)

Read on Ao3

chapter 1

#Twist #lots of skellies #hurt/comfort #panic attacks #discussion of medical experimentation #but honestly mostly fluff #i don't know how this happened #twistedpuppymoney #spicyhoney #cherryblossum #rottenjoke #for someone who cares nothing for romance there sure are a lot of pairings in this story #whatever character interactions are fun

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ollie-oxen-free · 4 years

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masterpost

Mapleblossom

a walk- fluff

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/189457896809/a-walk

medicine- angst

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/189084999304/medicine

dead of night- cowboy AU, fluff

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21056879

if i start i won’t stop- angst, waxing edgy

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/185355127374/if-i-start-i-wont-stop

stories and scars- hurt/comfort, fluff

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/183075434444/stories-and-scars

the shrine- minor deity AU, fluff, hurt/comfort

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/182968126549/the-shrine

it’s not that funny- mostly hurt/some comfort

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/180529108649/its-not-that-funny

for the best- angst

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/179796613649/for-the-best

untitled- fluff, hurt/comfort

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/182516745664/trying-to-get-back-into-writing-its-short-but

recovery is a goddamned bitch- hurt/comfort

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/177624154874/recovery-is-a-goddamned-bitch

seasick- angst

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/175513377619/seasick

untitled - hurt/comfort, waxing poetic

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/169949746044/sometimes-i-just-need-a-fluff-and-a-break-from

Rottenberry

untitled- hurt/comfort

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/170524456529/have-some-rottenberry-because-i-dont-write-it

just smile- mostly hurt/some comfort

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/167615151994/rottenberry-55

SpicyHoney

untitled- angst

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/178049128614/did-i-hear-someone-say-emotionally-edgy

OT3s

TwistedPuppyMoney- a group chat shitpost https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/189294466914/whats-a-good-name-for-a-catdogpet-for-no

EXTREME rarepairs

EdgePants (burgerpants/uf papyrus)- fluff, shitpost

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/188868894494/feline-fine

SpicyMaple (uf papyrus/sf papyrus)- angst

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/182614631084/didnt-try-hard-for-a-die-hard

SpicyMaple (uf papyrus/sf papyrus)- angst, hurt/comfort(???)

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/181040005929/a-deals-a-deal

PuppyMoney (kh sf papyrus/sf papyrus)- hurt/comfort

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/183901313024/smoke-and-skylines

RoyalMoney (kh sf papyrus/switchtale(idk what the fuck its called) papyrus)- hurt/comfort

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/178897236649/sunlight

MapleTwist (tf papyrus/sf papyrus)- shitpost, hurt/comfort

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/173845079374/this-started-out-as-a-shitpost-how-did-it-end-up

Kedgeup (uf papyrus/ut sans)- fluff

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/167581126579/i-dont-know-if-i-was-supposed-to-send-one-in-but

Shitposts

the mis-adventures of twist- twist digs a hole

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/182764986679/the-misadventures-of-twist

untitled- cash has a really shitty car

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/178729865644/me-hey-heres-an-idea-because-i-need-to-write-the

How It Began- introducing the purple swapfells!

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/172156591589/how-it-began

Vore time!- spicyhoney shitpost where fell gets nommed

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/169723602169/not-gonna-lie-this-is-dumb-as-fuck-but-i-was

totally normal- skeletons apparently scream like cats when they fuck

https://ollie-oxen-free.tumblr.com/post/611861648307781632/totally-normal

#masterpost #my writing #hey i actually did this!#i didnt include things like flufftober and whatever but this is the other gist of it #also thot i wrote more spicyhoney and rottenberry on here but i guess not #its mostly...... mapleblossom #im actually probably not done updating this but as i go if i have more i will edit it i guess lol #didnt format the links because im lazy

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itsladykit · 1 year

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Summary: Twist has his hands full.

Pairing: TwistedPuppyMoney

CW: Smut. Lots of smut. So much smut, I won’t be posting to Tumblr. Full warning in the notes. The end notes contain a smut-free summary for anyone who wants to know the important bits without reading the smut.

#my work #twist papyrus #swell papyrus #sf papyrus #twistedpuppymoney #heat fic #the fic is plot with smut #the chapter is smut with angst #undertale

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itsladykit · 2 years

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Summary: Twist is not prepared for this.

CW: Self-deprecating language, vague references to LV, vague references to Twist being sent back Underground (continuing from the last Twist chapter), minor hyper-vigilance due to abuse/stalking, flirting, teasing, sexual humor, souls as sexual organs, soulplay, accidental voyeurism.

Primary pairing is TwistedPuppyMoney, but some Cherryblossom slips in too.

For a moment, Twist couldn’t parse the flailing jumble of bone and cloth that landed on top of him. Then, someone said, “twist!” and he was able to make sense of the details. Slim’s face was burrowed into Cash’s chest, hands clenched tight around the loose fabric of his jacket. Cash was holding onto Slim like his life—their lives—depended on it, one hand cupping the back of his skull and the other wrapped around his waist. His features were set and stony, like he’d murder anyone that so much as looked at them for too long. “what are you doing here?” Cash snapped.

Twist blinked. “ ’S my room, sweetheart.”

Something in Cash’s features shifted, but before Twist could try to make sense of his reaction, Slim’s head popped up. He reached out, snatching hold of Twist’s arm. Cash’s face went carefully blank, and he loosened his grip on Slim, apparently ready for him to crawl out of his embrace and into Twist’s. Instead, Slim used his hold on Twist’s arm to pull him in and join the pair in their embrace. Slim still straddled Cash’s hips, one hand gripping Cash’s jacket like a lifeline; the other arm wrapped around Twist’s ribcage, drawing him close enough to press his forehead to Twist’s clavicle.

Twist and Cash exchanged a look. Then Cash tightened his hold on Slim’s waist once more, while Twist wrapped one arm around Slim. The other settled around Cash’s shoulders, holding him loosely. It earned him a subtle shiver that Twist wasn’t sure how to read.

“Alright,” he said, surveying both of them, “What happened? An’ why d’ya smell like ya fell in a vat ‘a vinegar?” A light flush colored the good side of Cash’s face, while Slim whimpered quietly and gripped him tighter. Twist raised a brow-bone. “Patches?” Cash swallowed, throat clicking as he looked away. Twist looked down at Slim. “Darlin’?”

Slim took a shaky breath, then he grabbed Twist’s hand and raised it to his chest. He slipped it under his jacket, until there was only a thin layer of cotton between Twist’s hand and Slim’s ribcage. Twist could feel the heat pouring off his bones, and the aura of need radiating from his soul. He inhaled sharply as he drew his hand away. “Yer—? An’—Patches? You—?” Cash looked away, but Twist could see the mana gathering at his joints, making the sensitive nodes glow bright. He shared a look with Slim, who confirmed his suspicions with a nod. “Oh. Okay. Okay.” Not sure what else to do, he pulled them in closer, hugging them tight. “’s gonna be alright, yeah? We’ll make sure you two’re taken care of.”

He hadn’t really considered the effect a hug like that might have on a monster in heat.

Slim burrowed in close, arm slipping around Twist’s waist as he pressed his cheek to Twist’s chest. A shudder racked Cash, rippling down his bones in a wave. A muted, “fuck,” escaped him, and another shiver rattled his bones. Twist instinctively released him, but Cash’s hand shot out, grabbing hold of his hoodie and keeping him in place. He didn’t burrow in, though. Instead, he pinned Twist with a look, eyelight blazing bright. He tugged hard on Twist’s jacket, until Twist’s hand settled firmly on the back of his neck. Cash shuddered again, the mana at his nodes glimmering. His socket slid shut, and he arched the back of his neck into the touch, fingers still clenched tight around Twist’s hoodie.

Twist swallowed, schooling his features into a cheerful mask even as his soul started to beat hard and fast. He was not prepared for this. Even after Papyrus’ talk, he’d assumed that heat was just about sex. But the way Slim burrowed into his side, the way Cash pressed into his hand—those things weren’t sexual. Not exclusively, at least. There was more going on here, and the / need / need / NEED / pouring off of them projected more than just sexual desire. His own soul fluttered, wanting to fill that need in whatever way he could, but his body was paralyzed.

He. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. He wanted them both so badly but—

He had every reason to expect he’d be sent back Underground soon—or worse. Not to mention the long shadow Muffet cast over his life. It wouldn’t be fair to drag them down with him. He should take a step back, facilitate the relationship budding between the two monsters he loved dearly, and step aside. It would be best for them and best for him. It would already break his heart to let them go; he feared it would shatter if he allowed himself to draw any closer, no matter how much he wanted to.

He shut his sockets, holding both of them tight for just another moment, allowing himself a small indulgence.

Then he pulled back and said, “Right. Okay. I’m guessin’ ya wanna stay tagether, right? Right, right—‘course ya do.” He smiled faintly at the indignant look they’d shot him, as if separating hadn’t even crossed their minds. “Ya wan’ me ta call someone fer ya? Yer gonna need someone with their head on straight to look out fer ya.”

Cash lifted his head just enough to blink blearily at Twist. “what the fuck are you talking about?” he asked.

“you,” Slim said into the fabric of Twist’s jacket, still clinging tightly.

Twist hesitated. Did he trust himself with even that much? Stars, his face was still caked with dried mana from this morning. He’d had to fight down his LV twice in less than twenty four hours—was it even safe, to keep them here?

He scratched at his cracked socket. “Said someone with their head on straight, sweetheart. Think ‘m disqualified.” He smiled weakly, trying to turn it into a joke, but no one was laughing. Slim just shook his head, his grip tightening. Cash’s socket narrowed and his mouth twisted into a sneer. Twist cleared his throat. “Red…Red’d take good care ‘a ya. Both ‘a ya. You two c’n hole up tagether, an’ he’ll—he’ll make sure ya get water an’ food an’…an’ whatever else ya need.”

Cash’s expression didn’t change, and Slim didn’t withdraw. “please,” Slim said, his voice barely audible. He freed one hand to shape the word. ‘please.’

“I…darlin’, I can’t. I—“ His throat was tight. Every ounce of good sense he possessed insisted he refuse, but…he couldn’t say no to Slim. Besides, Slim might trust Red, but Cash certainly didn’t. And he couldn’t deny his own selfish need to be close to them, to take care of them as best he could, even if he suspected that he’d only be hurting them in the long run. Selfish it may be, but he simply didn’t have the strength or the willpower to protest further.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t try to maintain some distance and preserve his heart as much as possible. “Alright.” He cleared his throat. “Okay, I’ll be yer minder. Make sure yer both getting’ food an’ water. Stayin’ clean.” Until Scales hauled him away, at least. “But if…if I gotta, ‘m callin’ in help, ya un’erstand?”

Cash gave a clipped nod. “fine.”

“Right. So. First order ‘a business? Shower. You two reek. Still haven’t told me what the fuck ya did.”

Slim looked up at him, grinning. “we got fish and chips. down by the docks.” Twist cocked his head, still not understanding. Then Slim added, “cash got a bottle of malt vinegar to go.”

He snorted. “Right. An’ everyone gives me shit fer the horseradish. Welp. C’mon. Ya ain’t staying in my bed, smellin’ like that.” He hauled them both upright, ushering them to the drop-down ladder. “While you two get cleaned up, I’ll get the room set up fer ya—”

Slim seemed happy enough to let him guide him downstairs, but Cash resisted. “i wasn’t aiming for your bedroom on purpose. i have my own room. we can stay there.”

“Yeah? What were ya aimin’ for then, darlin’?”

Cash’s mouth snapped shut, and his jaw popped. Twist raised a brow-bone, waiting, but Cash just turned on his heel and started down the ladder. With a sigh, Twist rubbed the back of his neck before hopping down behind them—ignoring the ladder entirely. “Look, sweetheart, I’d rather have ya upstairs, if it’s all the same ta you.” Both Slim and Cash eyed him then. He sighed, then slung an arm over each of their shoulders as he led them to the bathroom. “Ella’s been skulking ‘round. Attic’s the best place fer ya—‘s more defensible than any other room in the house. Only got one window—on the second floor, no less—and the ladder’s easy ‘nough ta block off if ya need ta barricade yerself inside.”

They were Fell, but nevertheless, both paused to stare at him. He sighed. “Look, I‘m prob’ly bein‘ ridiculous. Still, I’d rather have ya upstairs, where I know yer safe, than down ‘ere. Okay? Ya don’ need ta worry ‘bout me—I’ll make up the couch. Sleep there.” Where he could watch the door. “Now—how ‘bout that shower, yeah?”

Cash hesitated at the bathroom door, until Slim smiled at him and offered his hand. Twist touched his knuckle to his nasal aperture, hiding a grin as Cash took Slim’s hand and allowed him to guide him inside. Slim’s gaze lingered briefly on Twist, the invitation in his eyelights nearly palpable. Before he could say or sign anything, Twist swatted Cash on the butt, pushing him into Slim, and shut the door on them both. “Have fun!” he called over Cash’s indignant yelling.

His throat was tight, but he smiled to himself. He didn’t know what had happened at the wharf, but something had changed between Cash and Slim—for the better. It was a relief to see them together, even if it made his soul ache. Perhaps in another time and place, the three of them could have….

He shook the thought away, determined to be happy for them. And determined to make sure their first heat was a good one. Which meant he had to figure out what the fuck he was supposed to do with the two of them.

The next step was obvious; he needed to call Papyrus, but it was hard to feel good about asking for help, considering what he’d done. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, running his thumb over the buttons but hesitating to press them. He could call Blue instead, but he didn’t doubt that they two of them had talked; Blue would be less likely to help him than Papyrus would, at this point. Finally, with a sigh, he dialed.

His obligation to Cash and Slim outweighed any shame he felt.

Papyrus picked up on the second ring. “HELLO, TWISTED-ME! IF YOU’RE CALLING ABOUT YOUR BROTHER, I CAN ASSURE YOU HE IS BEING WELL TAKEN CARE OF.”

Twist ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I bet he is. Ain’t no one I trust with ‘im more’n you an’ Blue.”

“REALLY? THAT WASN’T THE IMPRESSION I GOT LAST NIGHT.”

Twist winced, though he definitely deserved that. “Yeah. Yeah, ‘bout that…” He shut his sockets, grateful Papyrus had the foresight to go to the kitchen—out of view of his brother—while Twist talked. He was worried about Blackberry, but he really didn’t want to see him like that. “…’m sorry, sweetheart. You were tryna help, an’ I was bein’ an ass.” He winced again. “Worse’n that. An’…heh. Here I am, askin’ ya fer help again.” His claws dug into the back of his neck, pinching the vertebrae. He almost wished Papyrus would tell him to fuck off and ask someone else.

“OH! WHAT DO YOU NEED HELP WITH?”

Of course he wouldn’t. Twist smiled ruefully, shame and gratitude an uneasy mix. “Stars, Pap. We don’ deserve ya. Anyone ever tell ya that?”

“YOUR FLATTERY IS NOTED AND APPRECIATED, TWISTED-ME. BUT YOU STILL HAVEN’T TOLD ME WHAT YOU NEED.”

“Slim ‘n Cash jus’ went inta heat. They asked me ta look after ‘em, but I, uh…I don’ know what ta do with ‘em.”

Papyrus was quiet for a beat. “TWISTED-ME…YOU…YOU KNOW—“ He cleared his throat and dropped his voice, ducking into a kitchen alcove. “You know what sex is, right?”

Twist blinked, then covered his laughter up by coughing. “I, uh. Yeah, sweetheart, ‘m familiar with the concept. I jus’—“

“I imagine it might be more complex with more than two people, but I’m sure it’s manageable. Do you need a diagram? I’m sure I can find one….”

“Don’—don’ go lookin’ on my behalf, darlin’.” His voice trembled as he tried not to laugh. “Don’ tell ‘Berry, but I, uh…I might know what to do with more’n one partner at a time.” He scratched the underside of his jaw. “That, uh, that ain’t the problem. I don’ know how ta make sure they’re comf’rtable. Ya know. When they aren’t gettin’, uh…in’imate.”

“OH, I SEE! OF COURSE—I SHOULD HAVE REALIZED THAT MIGHT BE A CAUSE FOR CONCERN. MAKE SURE THEY HAVE NESTING MATERIAL—“

“Darlin’, do me a favor an’ explain it to me like I’m stupid, yeah? ‘Cause I don’ know what that means.”

“YOU’RE NOT STUPID, TWISTED-ME! JUST IGNORANT!”

Twist, again, covered his laughter with a cough. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, guess I am, huh?”

“DON’T WORRY! THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HERE TO EDUCATE YOU.”

“‘M glad ‘a that, darlin’. An’ they are too.” He walked the living room, pacing in front of the couch as Papyrus told him everything he would need and everything he should expect. It took some of the pressure off, but his soul was still jittery. “Thanks, sweetheart. I ‘preciate it. ‘Specially after las’ night. Ya didn’ have ta help me—“

“OF COURSE I DID!”

Twist winced. “Yer a good friend, Pap. Sorry I wasn’ much’ve a friend las’ night.”

Papyrus was quiet for a moment. “…so we are? Friends?”

“‘Course! I mean—‘less ya don’ wanna be no more. Wouldn’ blame ya fer that. Is there, uh…there any way I c’n make it up ta ya?”

“DON’T BE SILLY, TWISTED-ME. THAT’S ENTIRELY UNNECESSARY! THE APOLOGY IS MORE THAN ENOUGH.”

Twist scratched his coronal suture. This kind of easy forgiveness didn’t feel right. It made his chest ache. “Right. Ya know how ta find me if ya need a hand with anythin’.”

“WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, TWISTED-ME, I THINK YOUR HANDS ARE GOING TO BE QUITE FULL ALREADY! EVEN WITH YOUR EXPERIENCE, FOUR PEOPLE SEEMS LIKE A BIT MUCH, DON’T YOU THINK?”

Twist choked. “Yeah, yeah—think that might be more’n I c’n handle,” he said, chuckling. “‘Specially if yer one‘ve ‘em, sweetheart. Think I might have some trouble keepin’ up.”

“OH, I DON’T DOUBT YOUR STAMINA. BUT I’M NOT SURE HOW I’D FEEL ABOUT SHARING. I THINK I PREFER TO HAVE MY PARTNER’S UNDIVIDED ATTENTION.”

“Fair ‘nough.” His grin widened. “I know Red’d be more’n willin’ ta give ya tha’, darlin’.” Papyrus went silent on the other end, and Twist straightened, suddenly worried his teasing had crossed a line. “Pap? Shit. Did I—aw, fuck. ‘M sorry, darlin’. Sumthin’ happen b’tween you two?”

Papyrus sighed. “NO! NO, NOTHING LIKE….” His hand came up, pinching his brow ridge. “THAT’S THE PROBLEM, REALLY. I…I’D LIKE TO TALK TO HIM, BUT I THINK HE MIGHT BE AVOIDING ME.”

Twist sighed. “Ain’t you he’s avoidin’, sweetheart. Fuckin’ coward.”

“TWISTED-ME! WHILE I APPRECIATE THE SUPPORT, THE NAME-CALLING IS UNNECESSARY!”

“Hn.” Twist wasn’t so sure about that. Then, a slow smile spread across his face. “Hey, uh, darlin’? Got an idea. Ya willin’ ta run an err’nd fer me? Promise it’ll be worth yer while. An’ you c’n take Cash’s car fer a joy ride.”

Papyrus politely listened to Twist’s plan, pacing the kitchen as he did. “YOU THINK THAT WILL WORK? HE COULD JUST TELEPORT AWAY.”

“Sweetheart, I c’n get ‘im to ya. ‘S up ta you ta make ‘im stay. Don’ think it’ll be any trouble—battle’s already half-won. Jus’ don’ let him give ya any bullshit, yeah?”

He could practically hear Papyrus roll his eyelights. “I’M NOT ENTIRELY SURE HOW I CAN STOP HIM, BUT YOUR POINT IS TAKEN.”

“Good! Okay, I’ll get things set up. You jus’ wait.”

Papyrus bobbed his head. “OKAY. OH—ERM. THANK YOU, TWISTED-ME. I-I APPRECIATE YOUR HELP WITH THIS.”

Twist snorted. “Darlin’, I called you fer help. Least I could do was return the favor. Good luck, now—not that you’ll need it.”

“I HOPE YOU’RE RIGHT.”

“Look, I may know jack-all ‘bout heat, but this? I got this, darlin’. You’ll be fine.”

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Twist didn’t call Red immediately. Instead, he gathered up good nesting materials—thankfully, they had a plentiful stash of warm, soft blankets he could raid—and piled them on the bed in his room. He changed the sheets and the pillowcases but didn’t otherwise try to make the bed; Papyrus had said Cash and Slim would probably want to do that themselves. He snuck into Cash’s room as well, grabbing his pillows and the quilt off his bed. To finish his preparations, he stashed bottled water, trail mix, fresh oranges, a couple chocolate bars, and a bag of chisps within arm’s reach of the bed. He’d take care of their meals, of course, but he had no doubt they’d need snacks in between.

He vaulted downstairs and threw a sheet and a blanket on the couch, ignoring how lonely it looked after the abundance of the attic. He passed by the bathroom to check on them, but the shower was still running. He smirked, realizing they’d probably gotten distracted and needed a little more time to clean off.

So he had just enough time for that phone call. Grinning, he dialed Red’s number, leaning against the kitchen counter as he listened to it ring. “ ‘lo?” Through Red’s sockets, he saw a rather messy studio apartment, the tv screen frozen on a video game’s pause menu.

Twist grinned. “Heya, sweetheart! Need a favor.”

“’m busy.”

“Doin’ what? Cleanin’ house?”

Red swore. “you an’ boss an’ yer fuckin’ phone vision—whaddaya want, twisted? ‘m in the middle of a boss fight.”

“Well….” He dragged the word out, rolling it around his mouth. “I got Cash ‘n Slim here. Both’ve ‘em are in heat—”

The controller fell from Red’s hands as he stood. “shit. shit. fuck. okay. um—”

“Easy, darlin’. I got ‘em.”

“you what?”

“I’m takin’ care’ve ‘em. Or, uh, they’re takin’ care ‘a each other, an’ I’m making sure nobody loses an eye ‘er nuthin’.”

Red snorted. “uh-huh. sure. yer jus’ playin’ safety monitor?”

“Fuck off,” Twist said cheerfully, “They’re happy ‘nough with each other. Don’ need me fuckin’ that up fer ‘em—”

“that what they said? or is that jus’ what yer tellin’ yerself?”

Twist’s jaw popped. He swallowed and decided to ignore that. “The point is, I need a favor. Got my hands full here—”

“sounds like they aren’t full enough, if ya ask me.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t, so shut the fuck up.” Red snickered while Twist swore under his breath. “Anyway, I can’t leave right now. The long an’ the short ‘a it is Cash an’ Slim were out at the docks tagether, an’ when their heat hit, they took a shortcut home, so Cash’s car is still parked out there. Pap’s agreed ta bring it back here fer me, but I need ya ta shortcut ‘im out ta the wharf.”

Red was silent on the other end of the line. Then—“you sonovabitch.”

“Wha’s the matter, darlin’? Got a problem with Pap all’ve a sudden?”

Red exhaled hard. “i don’ need you playin’ matchmaker, asshole.”

“Tha’s good ta hear, sweetheart, but I still need someone ta take Pap out ta the docks, an’ yer the only monster fer the job.”

“blue can—”

“Nah. While Pap’s out, Blue’s gonna be lookin’ after my bro. I got Slim ‘n Cash. Edge’s at work. An’ Razz ain’t any help ta anyone ‘cept Sans. Leaves you, darlin’.”

“leaves me, rus, an’ sans, ya mean.”

Twist snorted. “Sweetheart, I don’ know why yer bein’ stubborn ‘bout this. Jus’ take Pap out ta the docks ta pick up the fuckin’ car. You got sumthin’ better ta do?”

Red’s sockets turned toward the tv and the pause menu. “no. but….” He stood and, looking at the ground, started to pace in front of the couch. The empty bags of chisps and take out boxes he kicked aside made Twist’s hands itch. “can’t ya jus’ ask sans?”

Twist decided it was time to play dirty. “You know…Paps said you were avoidin’ ‘im. ‘M startin’ ta think he’s got reason ta feel tha’ way.”

Red swore, kicking an empty box of Chinese food. “ ‘m not avoiding him. i jus’…i need more time.”

“Time fer what, sweetheart?”

“jus’—time. time ta figure shit out.” He sighed. “it wasn’ s’pposed ta mean nuthin’. wasn’ s’pposed ta go any fruther’n jus’…teasin’. flirtin’. i didn’t really mean ta….” He exhaled slowly, staring at the wall.

“Darlin’, I don’ think anyone starts feelin’ tha’ way on purpose. It jus’…happens.”

From the way he moved his head, it was obvious Red was nodding. “yeah. i guess. ‘s jus’…now, things’re startin’ ta change. this heat shit, ‘s kickstarted it. means we…we gotta decide if things’re gonna stay the same, or….” He was staring at his feet again, one hand toying with his jacket’s zipper.

Twist scratched his jaw. “Well. Is that wha’ ya wan’? Fer things ta change?”

Red’s sockets squeezed shut. “no. yes. i—i wan’ more, but…what if it doesn’ work out? what if i fuck it up? or he finds someone better? or—?”

“Hey now, darlin’, think yer gettin’ ahead ‘a yerself. ‘Sides, yer talkin’ ta the wrong Papyrus, here. How ‘bout ya start by talkin’ to ‘im? You two’ll figure it out tagether. But givin’ ‘im the runaround ain’t fair ta either ‘a ya.”

“fuck. yeah. i know.” He sighed. “ya know…yer pretty good at this big brother shit.”

Twist snorted. “Think my bro might disagree with ya, but I’ll take the compliment. Tolja—‘m here fer ya, darlin’. Honorary big bro, whenever ya need one.”

“yeah, i remember. too bad you won’t take yer own advice. cash an’ slim—”

“Welp, you know where the docks are!” Twist said cheerfully—and loudly. “Talk ta ya later, darlin’. Luck with Pap.” He promptly hung up and turned his phone off before Red could try to say anything else. That did remind him that it was probably best to check in on Cash and Slim, though. They’d been in the shower for quite a while at this point.

He ambled down the hall, trying not to think about whatever might have kept them occupied for so long. Holding the door frame in one hand, he knocked firmly on the bathroom door. “Hey, you two doin' okay in there? Room’s ready whenever you are.”

There was no answer. Twist frowned and knocked again. “Cash? Slim?”

Again, no answer. Twist’s soul went cold. Had they slipped? Hurt themselves? Hurt each other? Papyrus had said delirium was rare, but not impossible—

He pushed the door open, and the first shock of relief was quickly washed away by the sight before him. “Oh. Shit,” he whispered.

Cash had Slim up against the shower wall, one hand pinning his wrist the tile. Water sluiced over their bones, hot enough to cloud the mirrors. The mana nodes at each of their joints glimmered, flush with excess magic.

But what caught and held his attention were their souls. Cash’s soul hovered at the center of his chest, shining bright and rich. Mana and water beaded along its surface, dripping with need.

Slim’s soul was gripped in Cash’s hand, and Cash laved at it like a man starved. Violet magic dripped down his hand and slicked his jaw, too viscous for the water to wash away. Twist’s knees went weak, and he gripped the doorframe to steady himself. His own soul beat hard, mana rushing to his skull.

Any other sexual act probably wouldn’t have phased him, but the sight of their souls—unscarred, unguarded—had him nearly undone. He shut his sockets and shook his head to clear it. “Sorry,” he blurted out, about to close the door, but Cash’s gaze was on him now, pinning him in place. His soul beat once. Twice.

Cash held Slim’s soul out like an offering, and Twist swallowed.

He shook his head and backed away. “Can’t. I can’t. I gotta—” Sweat collected on the lower curve of his spine. The air in the bathroom was hot, humid, and smelled faintly sweet. Any trace of vinegar had been cleanly washed away. He retreated from that warmth, seeking the safety—sanity—of the hallway, where the air felt cool and clear and he wasn’t afraid of doing something incredibly stupid. Like stealing a taste of Slim’s soul.

But it wouldn’t truly be stolen. Slim’s eyelights were on him too. His mouth opened, but no words formed. Instead, he raised his free hand and signed, ‘Please.’

“I—“

Cash’s socket narrowed. “you said you’d be here to look after us. are you breaking your word already?”

“You don’—ya don’ need me fer this, sweetheart. Ya got…”

Cash whipped around, cradling Slim’s soul against his chest as he stepped out of the tub and stalked toward Twist. “look me in the eye,” he said, raising Slim’s soul between them, “and tell me we don’t need you.”

Twist’s soul hammered against his ribcage, and he could hear the mana rushing through his skull. Water dripped down Cash’s bones, forming little puddles under his feet. Behind the cage of rib-bones, his soul trembled and wept, big beads of purple mana rolling down the soft, plush sides. It begged to be touched and tasted. Twist raised his hand, wanting, even though he knew he shouldn’t. It would break his heart to leave them when the time came—and it was coming soon. But he couldn’t refuse the subtle, unconscious projections of / need / need / want / need / NEED / pouring off of Cash.

One more heartbreak wouldn’t be so hard to bear, would it?

The tension drained from his shoulders as he cupped his fingers around Slim’s soul, enclosing it between his hand and Cash’s. Leaning down, he kissed Cash slowly, and Slim, still under the water, groaned as he pressed his thumb into the crease of his soul. “Alright, darlin’,” he said against Cash’s jaw, “I’m here. Whaddaya need?”

Cash hooked his fingers through Twist’s belt and dragged him into the bathroom, Slim’s soul still cradled between them.

#my work #twistedpuppymoney #sf papyrus #swell papyrus #twist papyrus #life cycles #fell sans #papyrus #papcest

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itsladykit · 1 year

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Apologies--been sick for the past couple weeks, so I wasn't able to get much writing done. I've been poking at both CF and LC, though, and I'm wondering--

#poll #stfu kit #about me #not COVID but it was an upper respiratory infection that knocked me down

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itsladykit · 2 years

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I’m going to try to ride the smashing success that is releasing two chapters in the span of just a few days and continue working on Life Cycles.

More smut, but TwistedPuppyMoney flavor this time. ^_^

#i probably should hold onto chapters and release them later when I finish them early #it’s better when it comes to likes/comments #but #i cannot help myself #ah well not why i do this anyway #brain kicked into writing mode and I’m just going to enjoy it while it lasts #and try not to deprioritize important life things

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itsladykit · 2 years

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Life Cycles, Chapter 19 - “Hand in hand”

Summary: Cash and Slim talk. (Finally.)

C/W: brief mention of suicide (presented as an undesirable solution to the problems posed by high LV), LV problems, swearing. But honestly? This chapter is mostly just absurdly sweet.

#my work #swell papyrus #sf papyrus #twist papyrus #TwistedPuppyMoney #absurdly sweet

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itsladykit · 4 years

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💌: who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other? puppymoney💜: who said “i love you” first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first? twistedpuppymoney!!!

Thank you for your ask! ^//^

1. Lol. Cash and Slim aren’t generally the type to send cutesy texts, but I can see Slim doing it to Cash to watch him get flustered. He’d only do it when they were in the same room, though, so he could see Cash’s face. Maybe Cash gets up during a movie to make popcorn— bam, Slim sends a text that reads, “thanks, cutie!” and a long string of heart and kissy emojis. His favorite is to do it when they’re with the other skeletons, though. Because Cash will turn a brilliant purple and get beautifully flustered when he does.

2. Aw, these boys.... Probably Twist. He likely wouldn’t mean to say it, but during a heated moment or when he’s just drunk enough, it would pop out. He’d be horrified at himself, but Slim and Cash would be quick to reassure him and say they felt the same. One of them has to break, and then the others will follow suit soon after.

From this.

#swell papyrus #sf papyrus #twist papyrus #puppymoney #twistedpuppymoney #headcanons

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itsladykit · 5 years

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Summary: Cash isn’t sure how to handle this.

Content warning: smoking, vague references to suicide, high LV treated as a terminal illness, references to past abuse, feelings of helplessness and hopelessness, references to depression, past genocide run.

Notes: This chapter is mainly set up for the TwistedPuppyMoney, so if you’re avoiding that, then feel free to skip this chapter. I’d also like to say thank you @rainoverthemountains--your fic definitely inspired me to write this chapter. ^_^

Cash sat beside Blackberry on the couch, ignoring the glare the smaller monster shot him. He was too busy watching Twist without making it obvious he was watching him. Dried magic crusted his cheekbone and his cracked socket. Cash raised a brow-bone, daring a quick glance at Blackberry. It was obvious he’d been crying—his cheekbones were stained and his features were still flushed.

He hadn’t heard much, only what Twist had practically shouted at his brother. (“—you ain’t gonna throw that in my face jus’ ta chase down a fuckin’ Spider—“) Cash tried to remember the last time he’d heard Twist raise his voice in anger, but he came up blank. Something had happened. Something was wrong.

He swallowed, jawbone ticking. This wasn’t his problem. He didn’t even like the Twistfell brothers—

(Standing in the cold, empty Judgement Hall. Surrounded by nothing but dust and bad memories. A hand on his shoulder. Turning, his eyelight blazing…only to be met with a smile. “Heya, Patches! Been lookin’ all over fer ya. Whatcha doin’ down ‘ere, huh? C’mon—why don’ ya come home with me, yeah?” An arm slung over his shoulders, guiding him away. Not resisting. Not caring enough to bother trying to fight him off.)

—so why was his soul so agitated? He pulled out one of his cigarillos, but before he could light it, Blackberry snapped, “If you’re going to smoke, then do it outside.”

He nearly smiled, his soul loosening a little. “gladly.”

Out on the porch, he lit his cigarillo, watching the empty street as he leaned against the wall. He shut his sockets, imagining Twist and Blackberry talking about him, imagining Blackberry reminding Twist that Cash was originally only supposed to stay with them for a few days. Days had morphed into weeks and months. Soon enough, they had to get tired of him. They had to kick him out. Remind him he wasn’t welcome. Remind him he wasn’t wanted.

And then he could go back to not caring. About them. About himself. About anything.

The front door opened and Twist stepped out on the porch. Rather than joining Cash at the wall, he sat on the steps and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He turned it over in his hands, the cellophane crinkling. Then he broke the seal and pulled out his lighter. The smell of cheap tobacco made Cash wrinkle his nasal ridge.

“i thought you quit.”

Twist stretched out his legs and tilted his head back, breathing out a long stream of smoke. “Yeah. Quit b’fore. Prob’ly quit again, too. Jus’ can’t get it ta stick. Not fer long. ‘Sides, if I was serious ‘bout it, I wouldn’t keep a pack on hand ‘just in case’, right?” He looked at the cigarette held loosely between his fingers. “Ain’t a good time fer it, anyhow.”

Cash studied him. “no?”

Twist sighed. His foot bounced in agitation. “Nah. Not now. Whatever. ‘s fine. Ain’t like—“ He shut his sockets and huffed. “Got bigger things’n smokin’ ta worry ‘bout, right?” He laughed, low and bitter. “Pretty sure I only ever bothered tryin’ ‘cause it made my bro happy.”

Cash grunted. “that’s a stupid reason.”

Twist just smiled at him. “Aw, darlin’, didn’ anyone tell ya? Stupid reasons‘re the only ones I got.”

Something in Cash’s soul twisted. He felt it every time Twist called himself stupid or said something about his LV. He never knew how to respond, never knew what to say. So he just looked out over the street and changed the subject. “you gonna tell me what happened? or is that another one of your secrets?”

Twist laughed. “Secrets? Aw, sweetheart. I ain’t got any secrets.”

Cash called his bluff. “yeah? then what happened to your eye, asshole?”

Twist blinked. “My eye?” Then he smiled. “Aw, darlin’—‘m a skeleton. Ain’t got no eyes; never did.” He winked, lighting another cigarette. Cash rolled his eyelight while Twist took a long drag. “Ya wanna know what happened tanight? Ran inta an old ‘friend’.” Cash could hear the air quotes in that phrase, could see it in the way Twist pulled in on himself. He drew one leg toward his chest and rested his arm on his knee, eyelight sharp as he scanned the street. Only now did Cash realize Twist hadn’t just come out here to smoke; he was keeping watch. “She an’ I got a hist’ry. Long one.” He scratched his shattered socket, grimacing as dried magic flaked off the bone.

“she’s a spider?”

“Yeah. The Muffet from my universe.” Twist paused, looking up at him. “Didja have a Muffet?”

Cash shrugged. “probably. she and i weren’t close.”

“Yeah? In’erestin’…. Think yer the only Papyrus that ain’t got some kind ‘a hist’ry with his Muffet.”

Cash just grunted and looked away. “so? what’d yours do?”

Twist took a long drag on his cigarette, smoke slipping out from the gaps between his skull and jaw. “Tanight? Made a pass at Paps. Got me riled up. If the police hadn’t shown….” Smoke curled from his nasal aperture as he studied the cigarette. “Thought it’d be tanight. Thought I’d lose it there. With her.” He shut his sockets and shook his head.

When he looked up at Cash again, there was something open and vulnerable in his expression. It made Cash’s soul pulse, and his whole body went taut. “I don’ wanna lose it ‘cause ‘a her, Patches. Don’ wan’ her ta be the thing that finally pushes me over.” He swallowed hard, his breathing ragged. “She already—she—“ He shut his sockets, shaking his head. Magic leaked from between the cracks in his shattered socket like molten gold. He brushed it away, taking a deep breath. “Fuck,” he muttered. More emphatically, he said, “Shit. Life jus’…jus’ ain’t fair, is it?” He stared out over the empty street, his shoulders tense. “Finally made it ta the surface. Outta the detention center. An’…here she is. Like she was jus’ waitin’ fer me ta get settled. Seems like I can’t ever get ahead ‘a things. Can’t ever quite make it outta the hole I dug fer myself when I was too young ta know what I was doin’.”

He laughed again, sounding anything but amused. Smiling wryly, he looked up at Cash and said, “Heh. Sorry, sweetheart. I ain’t good comp’ny right now. You headin’ in soon?”

Cash followed Twist’s gaze down to his cigarillo, realizing the cherry had burnt down nearly to his fingers. He threw it down and stamped it out, grinding the butt under his heel. “no.” He pulled away from the wall and sat on the steps beside Twist, arms crossed. “one of those nights,” he said, stealing a look at Twist. “can’t sleep. you know how it is.”

Twist nodded, still scanning the street. “Yeah. I know how it is.”

For a few minutes, he was quiet, and Cash shifted. The silence was uncomfortable, but Cash didn’t know how to break it. He had no idea how to reply to everything Twist had said. He was probably supposed say something comforting, right? But any words of reassurance he might have offered seemed hollow and trite. So he just kept his silence and stared out into the darkness, fingers restlessly playing over the double-headed coin he kept on hand.

Snuffing out his cigarette, Twist studied the butt, then pulled out a third. “Y’know…maybe you oughtta call up Slim? See if he’s having a sleepless night too. You two could—“

“fuck off.”

“I was gonna suggest cards, but you two c’n do whate’er ya like, darlin’.”

Cash glared at him, hoping he could feel his sins crawling on his back. “stop it. stop playing matchmaker. mind your own damn business.”

Foot still bouncing, Twist only spared him a brief glance. He shrugged. “Jus’ a suggestion. Seems like you two could—“

“i said stop.”

Twist gave the street a thorough look, then he turned his attention to Cash, his good eyelight flaring. “Look ‘ere, darlin’. I know ya like ‘im. And I know he likes you. He’s too shy ta make a move and yer too fuckin’ proud ta bend fer ‘im.” Twist stabbed a finger at his chest, making Cash sit up straight. “Why the fuck’re you so determined ta be unhappy, huh? Ya got—ya got a fuckin’ chance ta have a life up here; why don’ ya take advan’age ‘a that? Why’re ya always tryna sabotage yerself?”

Cash’s sockets narrowed, and he leaned in, holding Twist’s gaze. “yeah? where the fuck do you get off? as if you don’t do the same thing.”

“What the fuck’re you talkin’ about? I—“

“slim.” Twist swallowed and broke eye contact. “you two flirt with each other every chance you get. don’t even try to tell me you don’t want him. i can see it—he can see it. and between the two of us, i think we both know who’d make him happier in the long run.”

Twist shut his sockets and sighed, running his claws over his coronal suture. “Darlin’, I ain’t got a ‘long run’, yeah?”

Cash shook his head. “oh, fuck off. you’re fine. you’re—“

Twist turned and hooked a finger around the collar of his jacket and pulled him close. Close enough that Cash could feel the heat pouring off of him, could smell the sweetness of spent magic. “You got cotton stuffed in your earholes? Didja hear me earlier? I almost lost it tanight.” He held up his thumb and forefinger and pinched them nearly together. “Came this close. It’s like…like standin’ on the edge of a cliff—you c’n stand there an’ wait fer it ta crumble underneath ya, er you c’n step straight off…but ya can’t back away.” He let go of Cash and leaned forward, his forearms resting on his knees. “Not gonna pull nobody else inta that. Not my bro. Not Slim.”

Then Twist turned and gave him a look that hit him like a punch to the soul. “Not you.”

Soul pulsing, the back of his neck prickling, Cash had to turn away, fingers curling limply. His soul felt too heavy and too light all at once. “twist—“

But Twist was standing and stretching. “’m gonna walk ‘round the house. Make sure we ain’t got spiders in our eaves.” He looked at Cash and grinned. The expression didn’t meet his sockets. “Like I said, I ain’t good comp’ny tanight. Why doncha give Slim a call, huh?”

Cash couldn’t think of what to say, so he just watched Twist walk away, searching for signs of spiders and spiderlings. Soul still sitting strangely in his chest, Cash stood up and stuffed his hands in his pockets before heading inside. The house was dark and quiet and—

(Standing in the Hall. Tasting dust on the air. Waiting for Them. Waiting. Waiting and waiting.)

(But nobody came.)

—and Cash didn’t bother to turn on any lights. He walked down the hall to Blackberry’s room and pushed the door open. The smaller monster sat up immediately, one hand raised and magic glimmering in his sockets. “Who—“ He blinked, lowering his control hand. “Oh. It’s you. What do you want?”

“tell me about the muffet from your universe.”

Blackberry stared at him, sockets narrowed. “Why?”

Cash crossed his arms. “because it’s midnight and your brother is circling the house, searching for spiders.”

The blankets bunched in his hands, and Blackberry pulled them to his chest. “Turn on the light.” For a moment, Cash held still. Then he reached out and flipped the light switch on. “I don’t know everything,” Blackberry said, looking up at him. “Papy hid a lot from me when we were with her, and after we got separated….” He looked away, his fists clenched so tight the magic had drained from his knucklebones. “I just know she hurt him. Bad. He didn’t like tight spaces after we found each other again. Or apples.”

Cash’s brow-bones rose. He knew about Twist’s strong reaction to apples, but he hadn’t known that his Muffet was the cause of the aversion. “she’s here now? on the surface?”

Blackberry nodded, pulling in on himself. He drew his knees to his chest and rested his fists on top, still gripping the blankets like a lifeline. “She found us.”

“what name is she using?”

Blackberry looked up at him, his eyelights glinting. “What are you planning?”

Cash shrugged. “haven’t decided yet.”

He nodded, climbing out of bed. “I’ll tell you everything I know.”

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