20. Don't cry, baby
Pairing: Cinammon Kustard (Ut! Paps/Uf! Sans/Ut! Sans) [im gonna call it that]
Words: 826
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The casual knock on their door brought confused expressions shared between the brothers. It was late in the evening, having just finished dinner, and it was storming outside. The harsh blowing winds and heavy rain accompanied by thunderous crashes.
Who would try to even make a visit?
Nonetheless, Papyrus made his way to answer the door with Sans getting up from the couch to follow behind him.
When they opened it, they were immediately alerted and surprised. Greeted with the sight of their drenched lover, they shouted in unison. “Red!”
The aforementioned skeleton clutched tightly onto himself, sockets pouring with hot tears that mixed with the cold rain. Before he could even open his mouth, Papyrus was quick to usher him inside whilst Sans got a towel.
Ridding him of wet jacket, Sans gently wrapped a towel around him, before teleporting him to the bathroom.
Red didn’t speak the whole while; just letting Sans and Papyrus take care for him. It made him feel guilty that he was making them do this for him, but as if reading his mind, Sans started to coo and gently coax him to ease to his nerves. Red didn’t realize he was crying and shaking again, despite that he was now clothed in warm cotton pajamas he didn’t even know Sans owned.
“Shhh. Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay. It’s going to be all right.” Sans took Red into his arms and teleported them onto the couch where Papyrus was already seated with a bowl of hot chicken soup.
Sans wrapped both he and Red with a blanket, embracing the latter from behind as Papyrus began to feed him carefully and slowly, making sure it wasn’t too hot each time.
This meticulous care and affection towards him spurn more tears to prick from his sockets. He didn’t feel he deserved it all. His sniffling and hiccuping brought Papyrus to stop. “Dearest, won’t you tell us what’s wrong?” He cupped Red’s cheek, leaning to kiss his forehead and wipe the tears with his thumb.
“J-Just … another fucking fight … with my bro. H-He said he d-didn’t want me anymore. That I-I was better off just away from t-the house for good.” Red wanted to curl in on himself. But Sans was there to stop him from despairing. He was his anchor, embracing him tighter to make his presence reminded.
“That brat.” Sans muttered, causing Papyrus to chuckle lightly, taking a handkerchief to wipe those tears away. “Don’t cry, dear. There is a misunderstanding, and it surely got heated because of stubborness.”
“And pride.” Sans added helpfully. Still grumbling behind Red who had calmed down to listen. He had no idea what they were talking about.
Papyrus placed the bowl down onto the table. “You see, Sans, Fell and I had discussed living arrangements. Such that, if you wanted, you can live and move in together. But Fell knew you were apprehensive about it, even if you wanted to.”
Everything clicked into place for Red, and all he could say was, “Oh.”
Stars, he thought his brother hated him now. And he didn’t understand where it came from. They were so close. And yet, Fell pushed him away.
Red was really hurt. But now that he knew, the troubles and worries in his heart dissipated.
“He just wanted you to know that he can handle himself, that it was okay if you left him be.”
Sans snorted. “I’ll spank him the next time I see him.”
Red choked, a shaky laugh came out. “S-Sans! Don’t!”
“What? He deserved it. Putting you through this.”
Red shook his head. “You always antagonize each other.”
“It’s how we love. Don’t worry about it.”
“Pfft-ahahaha~!”
Papyrus’ and Sans’ gaze softened, their hearts warming in hearing the relaxed joy. There we go. That was what they wanted to see.
“You’ll always be able to visit each other anyway. So it’s not like it’s completely goodbye at all.” Papyrus picked up the bowl again. “You two will need to have another talk. One that doesn’t involve such a heated fight.”
“If it happens again, just tell me, sweetheart. I’ll kick his ass.”
He knew Sans was joking, which only made him laugh harder. His heart lighter than before. It reminded him how much he loved these two skeletons. As if he fell in love all over again.
Living with his lovers, it was true that he had his reservations. Afraid to leave his brother alone. Feeling that he’d betray him by abandoning him … but that wasn’t the case at all. He was just scared of it himself. And Fell knew it. His brother gave him this push to see that Sans and Papyrus would care for him no matter what.
Red felt lucky to be alive. To be in his lover’s embrace whilst being fed by another. To have such a caring and loving brother. Red knew he had it all, and wouldn’t trade it for anything.
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Sorry if it's iffy! I feel that I'm kind of rusty. XP