just a cute lil' minific for valentine's day 2021,,,
keep in mind that I hc killer as being the shortest in the gang & horror being the largest, so adjectives like 'smaller, taller, larger' will be used. 'smaller' will always be kills or dust.
'X' is cross' nickname, and 'H' is horror's. this ain't canon lmao, I wanted soft gay boys.
━━━━━━━━ ♥
"This is stupid."
Killer kept a loose grip on the package held close to his targeted soul, a look of nervous defiance settling on both Dust and Horror. "What's stupid is how damn often you and Cross skirt around each other." Dust replied easily from his place draped across Horror's lap, "If I see you two dodge the obvious romantic tension in the air one more time, 'm gonna lose the small bit of mind I have left." The taller let out a frustrated sigh, dragging the palms of his gloved hands down his face in exaggeration.
"X likes ya' jus' as much as you like him."
Horror added in, "Dust's right. 'F he ain't gonna make the first move, then you gotta do it fer the sake of everyone- 's like there's an elephant 'n the room whenever the two of you are around each other." Dust sprung to life at the larger's words, hands flying sporadically and scarf catching against the backing of the couch.
"Exactly!" Killer rolled his eyes as a grey-stained finger was pointed accusingly at him from across the room. "Jus' you, Cross, and the god damn elephant that is clearly yer unresolved lovey dovey issues. Or sex, you never know with y-" Dust's syllables quickly became muffled as Horror closed a clawed hand gently over his partner's mouth with an apologetic smile. "Ignore him, Kills. You 'n Crossy would be a cute couple, 'n I think that's what Mr. Loudmouth over here 's tryin' to say. Ain't that right, love?" The latter question was directed at Dust, who offered Horror the middle finger in return.
"Yeah, 's definitely what Dusty is tryin' to say."
The cannibal paid no attention to his struggling boyfriend. "X'll love it, Kills. We wouldn't be encouragin' ya' to do this if we knew that Cross would say no; 'sides, it's the perfect time to ask him." Killer shot the larger a glare, though he knew what his trio mate spoke was far from a lie. "I fuckin' hate you, you know that?"
To Killer's dismay, Horror merely grinned.
///
"Ight, you got this."
Dust had both hands clasped securely upon Killer's shoulders, the taller leaning most of his weight against the smaller's spine as Horror stood off to the side with crossed arms. "Dunno if this is a good idea." Killer muttered, "Cross probably doesn't even like me ba-" the Killertale didn't get a chance to finish his sentence, Dust's grip on his shoulders spinning him around to face both Horror and Dust.
"None of that shit."
Dust clicked his tongue with narrowed eyes. "Everybody knows that you two are fuckin' puppies in love. Hell, even the Boss knows it, Kills." A gloved finger flicked the wrapped gift held close to Killer's chest, and the shorter huffed in mild irritation. "And if X suddenly gets hit with a wave of stupid and forgets how to say 'yes', H and I will break his kneecaps. Capiche?" Horror nodded in quiet agreement, giving Killer a reassuring pat on the back before nudging the smallest of the trio out into the hall and around the corner.
"Capiche."
Killer muttered, taking in a sideways breath as he found himself standing in front of Cross' door. He could hear the soft whispered words of encouragement from his other two trio mates behind the next hallway's corner, sliding an abyssal-black gaze behind him to just barely catch the gloved thumbs-up from Dust before it slipped away from sight and out of view, leaving the hate-filled skeleton standing alone in the corridor. Here goes nothin'. Shifting his weight awkwardly onto the balls of his feet, Killer reached out and knocked thrice upon the heavy wooden door. There was a faint rustle of noise from within the room, the sound of papers fluttering against each other and the muted curse of someone struggling to pull on an item of clothing. "Jus' a sec!" The familiar note of Cross' voice could be heard faintly through the walls, and the pounding in Killer's chest grew just a little bit stronger.
YOU ARE READING
two hundred and thirteen days | sans au valentine's minific
Fanfiction"This is stupid." Killer kept a loose grip on the package held close to his targeted soul, a look of nervous defiance settling on both Dust and Horror. "What's stupid is how damn often you and Cross skirt around each other." Dust replied easily from...
