How would Horrortale Papyrus and Undertale Papyrus react to a s/o that really liked making paper flowers for them? Like origami flowers, roses, etc. Thank youuu
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HT!Papyrus (Crooks)-
Oh, this sweet boy eats this up! He loves little gifts like these. Something, you made, something you spent time on, just✨️for✨️him🧡. He feels even more in awe watching you make them, your hands delicately folding the paper, maybe using a bone folder to get the edges just so. Making this once simple pieces of paper into something so delicate for someone so roughly built. Sometimes he likes to just hold the delicate buds in his gnarled hands, loving the contrast between the two, and loving that you trust him with something so delicate. And maybe, he hopes, you'll trust him with your heart too. He will try and keep each one you give him, even if you tell him you can make him more later, he doesn't care. He'll fill jars and maybe start to decorate his room with them.
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Crooks had called you to hang out, which wasn't out of the ordinary. What was odd was that he didn't explain what you would be doing together and his insisting to cover your eyes once you got into the house to lead you to his room. You had been in his room a couple of times since meeting him, and a handful more since becoming a couple, much to Axes chagrin. He seemed to be practically vibrating with excitement, the same way he would for a particularly sweet treat. When he finally led you into the room, he gently led you to the middle before giving you a gentle…
“OPen.”
As you open your eyes peeking out between his gloves, you look up and see dozens upon dozens of your delicate paper flowers hanging from the sealing. Each delicately hung from a piece of almost invisible cord. Above, on the sealing itself, we're gentle led lights in pastel colors, phasing from one end of the color spectrum to the other. The whole room looked like a dream.
“I COULDn't HELP KEePING THEM aLL, I COULDN'T BARE THrOWING THEM AWAY ONCE I RAN OUT OF SPACE IN THE JARS.” Crooks gently explained, looking at the floor with blush across his cheeks. “SO, I THOUGhT, WHAT IF I UsE THEM AS DECORATION? THEN ThEy ARE JUST A PART OF THE ROOM!” The large skeleton led you to his bed, laying down to stare up at the flower up above. It really was beautiful, but perhaps a lesson on hoarding might be in order for the future. He was going to run out of space eventually.
UT!Papyrus (Paps)-
“A GIFT!? FOR ME?!”
Papy is over the moon at getting anything from you, let alone something hand crafted, he is just Crooks, without the trama afterall. This also means he won’t hoard them quite as much, maybe just keeping the ones he's extra sentimental for, like the one you made on valentines day out of a paper menu at your favorite restaurant, or the one you gave him to congratulate him on his first real job on the surface. Those he wouldn’t be able to part with, they were a part of your story together.
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You were very excited and confused for you date with Paps. He had invited you to go to an art installation for the evening. It was a cute idea, but not Papy’s personal style. He was more the, lets go to a carnival, new Italian restaurant, paint ball, trampoline park, type man. In the 3 years you had been together it was one of the most understated dates he had ever suggested. But here you were dressed in one of your better outfits, Papy in a very dapper looking sweater and slacks, something you didn't even know he owned. Maybe, he picked it up from some new dating book?
It was a comfortable walk from your apartment and you started trying to talk to your very handsome skell, but he was acting off. Pulling at his collar, readjusting his sweater, flicking his eyes from you to the sky. He had already zoned out 3 times from your conversation and kept putting one of his hands in his pockets as if looking for his phone. You almost asked him if he wanted to reschedule the date entirely, when you got to the venue. You were supposed to meet up with the rest of Papy’s odd little family unit, now more like your family too, so it didn't surprise you to see many of them there already waiting.
Undyne and Alphys were waiting at the door while you caught a glimpse of Asgore’s horns through the glass doors. You waved to Undyne as you approached, but she and Alphys just opened the glass doors and ushered you in. It was a long hallway-like show floor lined with white shadow boxes. Your friends were all on the other side of the hall looking at you and Papyrus as you walked. You felt Papy’s arms shake under your hand. Peering into the first shadow box, you see one of your paper roses displayed in the center. Just below the box was a date and a small title. “Love”
It was the flowers you had made with shaking hands just before confessing to him and telling him “I love you” the first time.
“THE GREAT A-AND LOVING PAPYRUS HOPES THIS IS A GOOD DATE MY LITTLE PENNE. I KNOW GETTING TAKEN TO SEE YOUR OWN ART MUST SEEM STRANGE.” Papy gently tugged you along out of your stupor of seeing the first flower. As he led you slowly down the hallway, you pass my more and more paper flowers all displayed similarly to the first. Some with movie tickets or pictures of adventures you two have gone on together posted along side the blooms.
“I JUST WISHED TO SHOW YOU ALL THE JOY YOU HAVE BROUGHT ME AND HOW MUCH YOUR CONSTANT, UNDYING, LOVE HAS MEANT TO ME.” He pulls you to a stop in front of the last piece, unlocking his arm from yours, before turning and taking your hands in his. “I KNOW WE HAVE SPOKEN ABOUT THE FUTURE RECENTLY, AND HOW WE WISH TO TAKE OUR NEXT STEP, BUT BEFORE WE DO, I WANTED TO TRUELY CELEBRATE ALL THE STEPS THAT CAME BEFORE IT. INCLUDING THE FIRST.” His skeletal hand points to the framed bloom. It was the first flower you ever made for your sweet sugar skull. It was orange, like his magic, and the paper had little lotus blooms printed on it.
You had given it to him the first day you met as a token of thanks for him helping you move into the apartment next to his and Sans’. “I-I THE GREAT PAPYRUS KNEW THAT DAY, EVEN SO LONG AGO, SOMETHING ABOUT YOU WAS SPECIAL. THAT THIS FLOWER YOU GAVE ME WAS SPECIAL. AND NOW TODAY I SEE WHY.” Papy bent down, knee to the ground, eyes pleadingly looking into yours as sweat accumulates on his brow. “MY LOVE, MY EVERYTHING, WILL YOU, PLEASE, M-MARRY ME?”
Your trembling skeleton love reached into his pocket and pulled out a ringbox, shaped like a rose, and opened it. Inside was a little ring, one you had shown him while talking about the future together. The question hung in the air only a moment. By this point tears had long been running down your face. You had joined your love in shaking almost uncontrollably.
“Yes. Yes! Oh my gosh, yes Papy!” You all but sob as you launch your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. Papys face breaks into the happiest smile you've ever seen as he sweeps you in his arms and spins you in dizzying circles, laughing loudly all the way. As he slows, your family and friends clapping around you into congratulations, your skell pulls you into a soft sweet kiss.
