Moon 22
Mapletwist was killed by a dog.
Chicken has joined the Clan, bringing 3 kittens.
Thymekit, Iriskit and Weaselkit have joined.
Mapletwist dies - 152 moons
Moon 23
Thymekit has started wearing crowfeathers
Rainfur scolds them for being loud
Sunnypaw believes they're meant for something greater.
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How 'bout another one since I'm still here on the computer and thus can send asks? "Who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other?" For... Twist/Slim?
^_^ Slim tends to get sick more often, but Twist tends to get injured more often. They both try very hard to take care of each other when either is bed-bound. But while they both try their best, Slim definitely has a much harder patient to deal with. Itâs hard to convince Twist to stay in bed, while Slimâs an easy patient in comparison.
Twist is more than happy to cater to Slimâs needs when heâs sick, but he also probably has him try whatever weird homemade remedy he can find on the internetâor passed down from the grandmas in his knitting circle. Poor Slim just has to put up with the nonsense, knowing Twist means well.
So...Slim takes better care of Twist when heâs sick, but not because Twist doesnât try his best.
Summary:Â It turns out Twist's heat isn't quite over just yet. To his great fortune, his beloved masochist friend is more than willing to satisfy his needs. And his needs call for a little roughness.
Tags: Heat fic, smut, rough sex, penetrative sex, collaring, mild masochism, painful (but enjoyable) sex, top + dom Twist, bottom + sub Slim
Word Count: ~1.6k
Notes: Part 2 of the heat fic series! Requested by anon, who asked for feral dom Twist with sub Slim. Thank you, anon! Iâm pretty happy with how this turned out, so I hope you like it. ^_^ Be warned though, itâs pretty intense.
you see, i like MapleTwist because theyâre both very similar (for me at least) and its like i get to write TWO shitpost trash boys, one of which deserves more love than the other
iâll let you guys fight on which is which
WARNINGS: mention of injury, mention of something else that isnât specified as to what but itâs obviously v bad and iâll let you guys decide just what it is
Twist is sitting by the window in his room, chewing on the end of a cig- BB hates it when he smokes in his room, and though his brother wonât stop him heâll replace the tobacco inside with actual grass he got from outside, and so he usually decides against it- when the call comes. Heâs pleased to see itâs Slim, thinking about chances of japes and the kind of unbridled, no-holds-bound fun that itâs hard to have with anyone else. He answers with his usual greeting, taking the gnawed cigarette from his mouth and flicking it onto the table a few feet away, but he stops at the response.
Not usual, not even the usual kind of unusual. Slim is quiet, his voice is strained, and he sounds almost scared. When he says that heâs âkinda in need of a rideâ heâs already on his way out the door, offering his brother a tight grin and a wave as he leaves, ignoring the calculated concern he gives in favor of rushing to the driverâs side, not so much rushing as peeling out of the drive as he hurries to where Slim says he thinks he is.
Itâs dark by the time he gets to the place, having talked with Slim almost the whole way there, having heard the story after calling him out on every one of his bullshit excuses to find that heâd been thrown in the trunk of a car after some kind of deal gone wrong, had kicked out the tail light and managed to get the trunk open, had jumped out of the back when he was already fucking injured and had run into the trees on the side and had kept running as voices and footsteps followed him until he felt it was safe enough to call.
All this runs through his mind as he pulls off the edge of the road, only waits for a second before the passenger door opens and Slim slides in. He waits for the door to shut before he starts driving off, only glancing at the other once because the last thing he really needs is to accidentally rip off his steering wheel.
âSweetheart,â he says. Slim doesnât look at him but his jaw twitches, like he wants to say something but stops himself at the last second. âYa canâ keep doinâ shit like this.â He chuckles, tries to keep it light, because he knows Slim well enough to know that he wonât just jump out of the trunk of a moving car if heâs uncomfortable. âIt ainât exactly the healthiest shit.â
âYeah,â Slim says, âI know.â
That, somehow, is more of a shock than the fact that he got injured, and for the first time since he got in the car Twist actually bothers to take a real look at the other, sees clothing thatâs ripped and bruises and blood thatâs trickling down the otherâs cheekbone. He doesnât realize how long heâs been staring until the right side of his car goes off the road, wheels tearing through the uneven gravel and grass until he jerks the wheel to right himself.
âSlim,â he whispers more than anything, fighting an approaching sense of horror. âWhat happened ta ya?â
âSome shitâ is the only response. He only realizes that heâs growling when Slim flinches, and he swallows down the anger, focusing on not getting the both of them killed.
He wants to ask more, wants to find out just who the hell did whatever the fuck, but he knows thatâs not the best thing for either of them at the moment, and so he just reaches forward and turns on the radio, switching it to what he knows is Slimâs favorite station.
The first version, on AO3, contains triggering content. Link can be found HERE, but please mind yourself.Â
The version under the cut is trigger-free. It is a nice, fluffy fic, and it shouldnât give you any trouble. The listed tags and pairings are for the fic posted below. The AO3 version has its own tags and triggers posted.
Summary: There's so much to do once they reach the surface. And Twist wants to try everything.
Pairings: Very, very mild Cash/Twist and Twist/Slim.
Tags: Twist-centric, fluff, mild warning for brief skydiving. Background sads if you consider what a Bucket List is and why Twist has one.
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Edge sighed, staring at the fourth attempt at a cake. He ran a hand down his face, while Twist just studied it, puzzled. âSoâŠwhatâd I do wrong?â
âWell I think being born was likely your first mistake.â
âHey! I was created in a lab, anâ I think ya know that.â
Edge sighed, rubbing the space between his sockets. âAre you quite certain you donât just want to let me make the cake?â
âNo!â Twist said, and Edge raised a brow-bone. Twist rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. âSorry, darlinâ. But, uh, this is importânt, yeah?â
Edge sighed. âFine. Letâs try this again. For the fifth time.â
Twist, infuriatingly, beamed at him.
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âHey, sweetheart, ya ever thought âbout goinâ skydivinâ?â
ââŠyouâre joking, right?â
âSo thaâs a no?â
âtwist. thatâs an emphatic ânoâ with a series of exclamation marks at the end of it.â
ââŠOh. Well. UhâŠso now that yaâve thought âbout it, ya think maybe yaâd be inâerested? Hey. Hey! Rus? Whereâre ya goinâ?â
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âHey, darlinâ? If ya could go anywhere in the worldâŠwhere would ya go?â
Red blinked, taking a pull on his beer. âdunno. havenâ thought âbout it much, i guess.â
Staring up the ceiling, Twist said. âThereâre so many places up âere. So many things ta see, ya know? Anâ not half ânough time ta see âem all.â
Red just grunted. âso whereâd you go, then? if ya could go anywhere?â
âThe moon,â Twist said, dead serious. Red chuckled and Twist cracked a grin. âNot sure. Evârest would be cool ta see. Fun ta climb, too.â
Red laughed. âyou anâ me got different definitions âa âfunâ.â
Twist glanced at him and winked, clinking his beer against Redâs. âNot always, sweetheart. Not always.â For a little while, he was quiet, then he asked, âIf ya could fuck anyone in the world, who would it be?â
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Twist sat beside Slim, watching his fingers move over the keys. âSoâŠhow dâya do this, darlinâ? Where do I put my fingers?â
Slim smiled serenely and stilled his hands. âhere. like this.â Twist laid his hands overtop his and waited.
âRight. Now what?â
Slim chuckled. âweâll start with something simple.â He slowly moved his fingers over the board, and Twist followed him doggedly, a hesitant rendition of âHot Cross Bunsâ sounding out. Slim pulled his hands away. ânow do it on your own.â
Twist nodded and took a breath, fingers playing over the keys. âLike this?â
âyeah. like that. youâre doing really good.â Slim smiled softly, and Twist beamed, a rumbling purr rattling his bones.
âThanks, sweetheart. Fer, ya know, teachinâ me. âpreciate it.â
âof course. iâmâŠiâm happy to.â Slim blushed as he said it, and for a moment, they were both aware of how close they were sitting, aware of the warmth of the monster beside them. Then Twist cleared his throat and returned his attention to the piano.
âSoâŠI jusâ keep doinâ this, orâŠ?â
âoh. right. um. here. let me get the sheet music. youâll, uh, youâll need to know how to read it.â
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âHey, Pap. Got a question fer ya.â
âOH! HELLO, TWISTED ME. WHAT CAN I HELP YOU WITH?â
âYa wanna go ta Washington with me? âpparently thereâre monsters up âere that never got driven Underground. Theyâre shy, though. Wanna see if I can draw âem out. Ya know. Make friends.â
âTHATâS AN EXCELLENT IDEA! AS AMBASSADOR, IT IS MY DUTYâNAY! MY PLEASURE TO FIND THESE MONSTERS AND REUNITE THEM WITH THEIR PEOPLE!â
âSweet. Pack a bag. Plane leaves inâŠâ He checked his watch. âFive hours.â
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âHeya, darlinâ!â
Cash just glared at him and went back to reading his newspaper. Twist scooted closer. Cash scooted away. Twist scooted closer again, and Cash was out of room on the couch. He didnât say anything until Twist was close enough to put his chin on Cashâs shoulder and say, almost directly into his acoustic meatus, âWhatcha doinâ?â
âtrying not to lose my patience. what do you want?â
âYouâre inta gamblinâ anâ shit, right? A real high roller?â
Cashâs interest was peaked, but he tried not to show it. âyou could say that, yes.â
ââŠSo would ya be inâerested in goinâ ta Vegas with me? Got tickets to a magic show.â Cash shook out the newspaper, turning the page. âBut thaâs more my thing than yers, I bet. Reserved the penthouse suite atâŠ.â He tilted his head back. âThe Bellagio? Yeah. That sounds right. Figured thaâs a lot a space fer little olâ me. Moreân enough room fer a friend.â Cash glanced at him, brow-bone raised.
âtwist. iâve seen your pay check. how the fuck did youâ?â
Twist smiled slowly and raised a hand, holding up Cashâs wallet. âRight. Yeah. So. Mightâve misspoke bâfore. You reserved a room at the Bellagio. Rented a convertible too, fer the trip out that way. Pretty little thing. Real smooth ride. Shouldââ
âyou littleâ!â Cash snatched his wallet back and glared at him. Twist just grinned, somehow managing to look innocent after committing actual theft. He flipped through his wallet to make sure he hadnât stolen anything else. âyou picked my pocket?! when?â
Twist shrugged. âSorry, sweetheart. You cân take the rat outta the gutter, but ya canât take the gutter outta the rat, I guess.â
Cash shook his headâŠbut he was eyeing Twist with calculation now. ââŠyeah. i bet. and i bet a gutter-rat like you has more than a few tricks up his sleeve.â
A slow smile spread across Twistâs face, and he indeed produced a coin from seemingly nowhere. âYeah. Ya could say that, darlinâ.â
Cash grunted, looking between Twist and his recovered wallet. It had been ages since someone had rolled him like that. He could put those talents to good use. Especially in a place like Vegas. With another calculated look, he declared, âfine. but youâre sleeping on the floor.â
âAw, darlinâââ But a particularly harsh glare silenced him. It didnât wipe the smug grin off his face, though.
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Blue looked between Twist and the long trench filled with hot coals. He could feel the heat radiating off of them. âIâm not so sure about this.â
âAw, câmon, darlinâ. Ya ainât havinâ second thoughts are ya?â
Blue took a breath. âSecond thoughts, yes. And third thoughts. Maybe even fourth thoughts.â
Twist leaned down, planting his hands on Blueâs shoulders. âYa remember what they said durinâ class, yeah? Jusâ keep walkinâ anâ stay calm. Donâ run. Donâ rush it, and donâ stop no matter what. Here. Iâll go first, if itâll make ya feel better âbout it.â
Blue shook his head. âNo. No. I can do it. Just. Give me a moment.â He took a deep breath, and started across, blocking out Twistâs encouraging shouts.
At the end of the trench, when his bare feet were back on cool grass, all his breath left him in a rush and a huge grin lit up his face. He ran to his brotherâwatching anxiously from the sidelinesâand hugged him, chattering excitedly while they watched Twist walk across the coals himself. A huge smile lit his face, and he joined them soon enough, laughing as he lifted them both off the ground in a celebratory hug.
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Red grinned as he opened the mailbox, pulling out the latest series of post cards. There was one with a picture of Mount Everest on the front. The others were all places he couldnât recognize, the caption on the bottom of the card little more than gibberish to his uneducated sockets. The back of each card was filled with Twistâs shockingly neat writing, narrating his journey across Nepal and the Himalayas.
He brought the cards inside, reading the backs as he drank his morning cup of coffee. Smiling to himself, he pinned the fresh batch of post cards to the corkboard. There was already a collage of similar cards from all over the world pinned to it.
Maybe Twist was right. Maybe there wasnât enough time to see everything, but damn if the crazy fucker wasnât trying his best.
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âhow did you talk me into this?â Rus demanded, knees shaking as the door of the plane was thrown open.
âSame way I talked my way inta bed with Cash. Persistence.â
Rus blinked. ââŠwhat?â
But Twist was grinning as his jump partner strapped him into the tandem harness. The instructor was reminding Rus that he would be just fine. He didnât have to do anythingâjust let his jump partner do all the work. His soul pounded, terrified. But Twist and his partner were already out the door, and now everyone was looking at him andâ
They.
They were.
Falling!
Rus swore at the top of his voice all the way down, the wind whipping his words away until even he couldnât hear what he was saying. His soul only settled marginally when the parachute deployed andâafter the initial jerk against the harnessâthey started to drift down at a more leisurely pace. When they landed, though, his knees were shaking and, if not for his flight partner, heâd likely have allowed himself to slip bonelessly to the ground in gratitude.
Twist, infuriatingly, was laughing recklessly and swearing in pure, undiluted joy. âFuck yeah! Yes! Fucking hell!â Manic grin in place, he looked back at Rus and said, âWeâve gotta do that again.â
Rus, speechless, gave him both middle fingersâdissatisfied when Twistâs only response was another joyous whoop.
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âNext time, ya wanna try Jersey? Heard thereâs a monster out that way with a real nasty reputation. Poor guyâs probâly jusâ lonely.â
âHMMM. I SUPPOSE.â Papyrus rubbed his chin thoughtfully. âBUT I THINK WE SHOULD DO MORE RESEARCH NEXT TIME. IâM NOT SURE THE LOCALS TOOK OUR QUEST VERY SERIOUSLY. AND IâM QUITE CERTAIN âBIGFOOTâ IS SOME KIND OF PEJORATIVE.â
Twist nodded seriously. âYeah. Yer probâly right. Canât say Iâd be all that keen ta come say âhiâ if someone was yellinâ racial slurs at me either. Canât really blame the poor guy.â
Papyrus patted him on the back. âI KNOW YOUâRE DISAPPOINTED, TWISTED-ME, BUT WE DID LEAVE THEM SOME BROCHURES! IâM CERTAIN THEYâLL CALL US ONCE THEY REALIZE OUR INTENTIONS ARE ONLY GOOD.â
He brightened at that. âYeah. Yeah!â He knocked his shoulder against Papyrusâ. âThanks, darlinâ. Ya always know jusâ what ta say.â
Papyrus beamed. âNOWâŠJERSEY, YOU SAY?â
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Twistâs fingers played across the keys. He stumbled in a few places, and he hit a few wrong notes, but the melody was recognizable, and his playing was soft and sweetâat odds with the look of intense concentration on his face. The song came to an end and he sat back, features inscrutable.
âsomething wrong?â Slim asked.
ââŠThis is hard, sweetheart. Harderân I expected.â
Slim nodded sagely. âyeah.â He sat beside Twist and, nudging him to make room, set his hands on the keys. His fingers flowed over the board, smooth and easy. He relaxed into it, smiling softly. âit takes time.â
âTime,â Twist echoed. âYeah.â
Slim eyed him. âtwist?â
He shook his head, his smile returningâjust as bright as always. âShow me how it goes again?â
For a moment, Slim hesitated, tempted to push him. Instead, he shook away his unease and set about showing Twist how the song was played once more.
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Smiling proudly, Twist carried the cake out to the dining room, singing âHappy Birthdayâ at the top of his voice. Never mind that neither of them actually knew what day theyâd been âbornâ. It was the thought that mattered. Blackberry was smiling and kicking his feet, pleased to be the center of attention. The others stood around the table, singing as well. Carefully, Twist set the cake on the table, soul warming when Blackberry leaned over the table to blow out the candles as the song came to an end.
He studied the cake. âOh, wow, Edge you really outdid yourself this time! This is beautiful!â
âI didnât make it,â Edge said, a very slight smile softening his features almost imperceptibly.
Blackberry cocked his head. âBlue?â Blue shook his head too. âUmâŠdid youâŠbuyâŠit?â They all shook their heads. âThenâŠwhoâŠ?â Twist smiled and winked at his brother, pretending not to be hurt when Blackberryâs face fell a little. âPapy? YouâŠ? Really?â
âYep!â Twist said, chin lifted. âWanâed ta suâprise ya.â
Blackberry did a remarkable job of hiding his disappointment. âOh, Papyâyou didnât have to do that!â he said, voice bright.
âI know butâŠ.â He scuffed a foot against the floor. âWas important ta me. Dunno why. Jusâ. Wanâed ta do it.â
Blackberryâs smile grew more genuine. âAw. PapyâŠ.â
âwould someone just cut the fucking cake?â Cash asked gruffly. âyou two are making me sick.â
Edge calmly cuffed him, earning a glare and a rude gesture. âBlackberry? Would you care to do the honors?â
Nodding eagerly, Blackberry grabbed the knife andâleaning away from the cakeâcut through the frosting and the sponge. The smell of chocolate wafted through the air, rich and heady. When the cake failed to explode, Blackberry leaned close and observed, âOh, wow. It looksâŠit looks really good, Papy!â He didnât quite manage to hide his surprise, but Twist couldnât exactly blame him for that.
âHopefully it tastes good, too,â Twist said, scratching at the back of his neck. After several long sessions with Edge, heâd finally managed to consistently produce a cake that wasnât just edible but tasted good. Still, Edge hadnât been there to help him out this time. He might have fucked it up without the other skeleton around to monitor his progress.
âIâM SURE ITâS DELICIOUS, TWISTED-ME.â No one really commented on that, but there were a few uneasy glances exchanged. Edge, however, just stared back at him coolly andâŠconfidently? Somehow, that made Twistâs shoulders relax marginally.
âWell?â Edge said, âYouâre the guest of honor, Blackberry. It only seems fair you get the first bite.â
Blackberry hesitated, but ultimately nodded. âYes! YouâreâŠYouâre absolutely right! As the birthday boy I am obligatedâhonored to have the first piece!â
He beamed at his brother, but Twist could see the strain in his cheekbones and around his sockets. He cut a piece of cakeâa small piece, given Blackberryâs usual opinion that more was betterâand set it on a plate. Daintily, he used a fork to cut a small piece away. He lifted the fork, holding it in front of his face as if to study it before putting it in his mouth. Smiling uneasily, he eyed Twist and, with a nearly imperceptible fortifying breath, took a bite.
His sockets went wide and his pupils burst into stars. Still holding the fork, he asked, âPapy? You made this? Really?â
Soul pounding so hard he could nearly hear it echoing in his skull, Twist nodded eagerly, breathing still a little unsteady. âSo itâs...itâs good?â
Twist didnât doubt his word. The hesitance and traces of uneasiness were all gone. He cheerfully cut the rest of the cake and split it amongst the other guests, making sure to give himself anotherâmore generousâslice. And when Twist took the first bite, his bones went limp with relief. He wasnât exactly a fan of chocolate, but he knew that this was what the cake was supposed to taste likeâsweet but not cloying, rich and moist.
Soul still fluttering in a mix of relief and adrenaline, he looked up and caught Edgeâs socketâand grinned fiercely when Edge offered him a nearly imperceptible nod of approval.
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Moon 19
Sunnypaw was apprenticed to Jellyfishzoom
Rainfur retired to the elder's den, giving up the deputy position
Jellyfishzoom was made deputy!
Wisp, an ex-kittypett, has joined the Colony.