Imagine UT!Papyrus picking up and squealing over how adorable and short SF!Sans is. Imagine how salty SF!Sans would get, lmao.
Okay. But consider this instead:
“YOU KNOW,” Papyrus said when they were alone. Razz was irritated and grumpy, having been the butt of multiple ‘short’ jokes this evening. “I ALWAYS KIND OF WISHED I WAS…SMALLER.”
Razz blinked. “What?!” He’d never wanted anything but to be taller.
“WELL. YOU’RE VERY CUTE, RAZZBERRY.” Razz bristled, but Papyrus continued, “I’M…NOT. THAT.”
“What are you even talking about?” he demanded, growing impatient. Papyrus leaned against the counter, shoulders pulled in.
“I’M LOUD. AND TALL. AND…HARD TO MISS.” Swallowing, he said, “I wouldn’t mind being small and cute and…” A shrug. “I’M SAYING THAT YOUR SIZE ISN’T A BAD THING.”
Blinking, Razz took a step forward and lightly touched his hand. Cheekbones flushed, he said under his breath, “Your size isn’t a bad thing either, oaf. You’re tall and strong. You can demand respect. All enviable traits.”
Clearing his throat, he brushed himself off and said, “And plenty cute besides.” The other skeleton blushed profusely, and Razz made a quick escape, not giving him time to recover.
For @crushingonsans. I thought this might help convert you to the Fruitpunch cause.
Blue eyed the card in front of him. A small blue soul, the words “I love you” written across the fold down the center. The writing was neat and careful, but there was no signature in sight. He’d been considering it for a while now. Despite the original author’s hopes for anonymity, Blue knew instantly who it was. He recognized this handwriting. He’d seen it scribbled across plans for traps and used to make chore lists for the household.
Now he just needed to decide what to do about it. His soul was hammering in his chest. Loud and excited and…and a little scared too. He’d never imagined that the other monster might feel the same way about him. He ran a careful phalange across the soul’s crease, tracing the word ‘love’ with his fingertip.
Well. The Magnificent Sans had never been one to back down from a challenge. Swallowing tightly, he folded the valentine neatly and tucked it into his pocket for safekeeping, then went about gathering a few craft supplies.
As Blue had expected, he found Razz atop the hill in the park, watching the sun dip toward the horizon. He had a book in his hand, but the pages were closed over his thumb, as if he’d stopped midway through to contemplate the scene before him. He’d mellowed since coming to the surface. Done so much to improve himself and mend fences with his brother. Blue’s soul swelled at the thought. Proud of him. He paused for a moment, just admiring.
Of course, Blue should not have expected to get the jump on a Fell-verse skeleton. “A picture would last longer,” Razz snapped at him, glaring over his shoulder.
Blue just grinned and settled down beside him. “A picture wouldn’t do it justice,” he said in reply, smiling at the other skeleton.
Lifting his chin, Razz’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Well? What do you want? You didn’t just come out here to—“
Blue held out a lavender card. “I came to give you this,” he said, still smiling.
Razz looked between him and the folded card. “Why would—?”
For a moment, Blue faltered, anxiety making his soul clench. But—“I know your writing, Razz.” The color drained from Razz’s cheekbones, and he stood abruptly and tucked the book under his arm, walking away without looking at Blue or the proffered card again. “Razz—“
“Don’t,” Razz said, still not looking at him. “I made the…the card to get it out of my system. To get you out of my system. It means nothing. Go deliver that to someone worthy of your affections.” He pointed dismissively to the lavender card still clutched in Blue’s hand then continued to walk away.
Blue blinked, sockets wide. Then he lifted his chin and puffed up his chest, barreling down the hill toward Razz. They landed in a heap, Blue wrapping his arms tightly around the other skeleton. “I’m trying,” he said, “but he won’t take the stupid card.”
Razz, a little stunned, looked up at him, blinking dumbly. “I’m not—“
“Don’t tell me what you’re not,” Blue said fiercely, “I love you, Razz. And nothing you say or do is going to stop me.” For a long moment, Razz remained still and stiff in Blue’s grasp. But, slowly, hesitantly, he returned the hug, melting into the contact.
“I love you too,” he whispered, plucking the card from Blue’s fingers.
