I was listening to For the Dancing and the Dreaming because I love that song and then I just wanted some tooth-rotting sweetness
Twistedmapleblossom
Twistfell @itsladykit
The kitchen was sunny and the metal bowl with muffin batter gleamed in the light coming in through the enormous window that took up almost the entire wall. Humming, Papyrus glanced outside at the street where the neighbourhood kids were playing basketball. Their laughter reached him through the glass, and he couldn’t help but smile. The warm breeze danced in the rose bushes and apple trees in the garden and music played from the stereo on one of the kitchen benches.
Tasting the batter, Papyrus licked his finger thoughtfully before adding in some more grated lemon peel. When he tasted it again, he nodded. Better. Moving the whisk enthusiastically through the daffodil-yellow batter, he turned away from the bench, smile widening. At the circular kitchen table, Twist and Slim sat in front of two baking tins. Neat rows of colourful muffin moulds covered the tins. He beamed at them both.
“Very good!” he said, holding out the whisk to drip some batter down on their hands. “Tell me what you think.”
Twist regarded him with amusement and affection shining in his eyes. “Ain’t exactly a difficult job, darlin’, to put out moulds,” he pointed out, but obediently tasted the muffins. Papyrus made them with as little sweetness as possible, so he could enjoy them as well. It was only well and good with healthy muffins anyway, and Slim could certainly use to eat a tad less sugar. Twist grinned as he sucked on his fingers, wrapping his tongue around them. His grin only widened as Papyrus stared down at him, unimpressed. “’S amazing as always, Paps.”
Pleased, Papyrus turned to Slim, who smiled and nodded. His eyelights were soft and warm as he met Papyrus’ gaze. “Delicious.”
Papyrus’ soul warmed as he looked at them both, and his face felt as though it’d break from how wide his smile was. Oh stars, how had he gotten this lucky? However great he was, what had he done to deserve these two? When he voiced his questions, their eyes widened.
“Hey, sweetheart. Sweetheart.” Twist stared at him, disbelief written over his face. Reaching out, he grabbed Papyrus’ hand, squeezing lightly. “Sweetheart. If there’s anyone who’ve been lucky here, ‘s us. ‘Specially me. Yer th’ Great Papyrus. What ‘ave I ever done ta deserve ya?”
Chuckling, Papyrus squeezed his hand back. He leaned down to kiss first Twist’s brow, then Slim’s. As he did, he put down the bowl of batter on the table. “Well, among other things, held out long enough that your LV-issues would be resolved! That was truly great of you. Also, you’re one of the most loyal and loving people I know, and doing your best to be a great person! What haven’t you done? I’m so proud of you!”
The fight had been long and difficult, and Papyrus had more than once feared Twist wasn’t going to make it. That Edge, or Red, or Razz, or whoever was around at the moment, would have to dust him. But he’d always come back to himself. Always come back to them, to him and Slim. Even when he tried to distance himself for ‘their sake’. The day when Doctor Alphys had let them know they’d found a cure… And then when Twist truly had recovered… Papyrus wasn’t ashamed to admit he’d cried for the first time in many years. Tears of joy.
“Aw, gee, Pap.” Twist rubbed his neck, gold tinting his cheeks. Adorable. “Yer too good fer me.”
“Nonsense, Twisted-Me! Slim, tell him he’s being a- unreasonable!”
Twist raised an eyebrow. “A unreasonable?”
Papyrus nodded authoritatively. “Yes.” He refused to ever call Twist ‘dumb’ or ‘stupid’, like he did with his brother or Undyne. Once he realized how little the other thought of his intelligence, he decided he wasn’t going to add onto that. Even though it was somewhat difficult to get out of the speech patterns he’d had his whole life. He was working on it!
“You’re being a unreasonable,” Slim said, grinning, and Papyrus sent him a good-natured glare. Betrayal.
Waving his whisk in the air, he turned toward the desk to get spoons. Once he’d retrieved them and looked back, he stopped. He narrowed his eyes at Slim, who had his hands in the bowl. He yelped as he noticed Papyrus was back, shoving his hand in his mouth. Papyrus sighed, shaking his head. “Honestly, can’t you wait? You’ll get the bowl once I’m done with it.”
“Sorry Pap.” But while his smile was apologetic, the mischief glimmering in his eyes told another story.
Snorting, Papyrus shook his head as he started putting the batter into the moulds. “I’m sure.”
“Aw, don’t be like tha’ you two.” Twist threw his arms over both their shoulders, moving them until all three of their skulls bumped together. His grin was softer than usual as he pecked both their cheeks. “Love you both.”
Papyrus’ soul warmed, and he nuzzled into Twist’s neck. “We love you too.”
Slim nodded. Then, before Papyrus could react, his hand leaped out and dug into the bowl again. His grin was shit eating as he very deliberately licked it off. Papyrus sighed loudly.
“What am I going to do with you two?”
Twist wiggled his eyebrows. “I ‘ave some ideas, precious.”
Papyrus swatted him with the spoon. “I’m sure you do. Now let me get these muffins done already, you two, and maybe we can get to those ideas later.”
And immediately the two of them even sat straight. He rolled his eyes with a fond smile, watching them as he finished dividing the batter into the moulds. Angel, what had he done to deserve those two idiots?”
