TECHNICALLY this should be labeled as a request but idk I started writing this before I got the request so.

Enjoy anyway :)

TW/CW - Mentions of genocide, talk of non-SH scars (obviously. lol.)

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"I like your scars," Blue said, pulling his legs closer to his chest. He was sitting next to Cross on the couch, who was playing some open-world game. "I don't know if I've told you that."

The game was paused and Cross's face was a soft red, his blood rising into his cheeks. Blue watched his face carefully, trying to gauge his reaction. He frowned when Cross looked away, in embarrassment rather than flattery.

"You don't have to say that. They're jarring and big, and an eyesore." His hand reached up to touch his face.

Two sharp scars crossed his face, making a large x on his face. His first scar was given to him by Frisk, er, XFrisk. It started from the left of his nose, his right, not if you were looking at him, and stretched across his face until it cut into the cartilage of his right ear. It was jagged and almost in a lightning bolt shape.

The other was given to him by Chara before they fused into one body. It started from the right side of his jaw (his right once again) and went up his face. It crossed up through his cheek and the other scar and ended at the top left of his forehead. This one was smoother, cleaner, but that didn't make it any better. It was still a scar that stretched across his entire face.

That was just his facial scars. He had so many others that littered his body. People looked at him in fear and pity. He wasn't a pretty sight. Far from it.

"Cross..." Blue placed his hand on Cross's, but it was yanked away.

"Cross!" Blue sat up and pulled Cross's face towards him, looking into his mismatched eyes. "I wouldn't say something out of pity! Not to you. I do like your scars, I really do."

"Why?" Cross's voice was soft, hushed in a whisper. It was wobbling too. Hadn't anyone told him that before?

"There are many reasons," Blue stated quietly, following Cross's hushed tone. "The first one being that it's badass!!!"

Cross was a bit taken aback at the response but didn't say anything.

"Sorry if that's not what you want to hear! I know you're supposed to tread carefully when it comes to these types of things but I...don't know how to do that? Ahahuhm...So if I say something that makes you like, uncomfortable just tell me! You know I don't want that."

"Yeah! Yeah. I know."

There was a pause.

"What uh...what about my scars makes them badass?"

"Cross. Scars are proof that something happened to you, something bad, but you survived anyway! And look at yourself! You're not just surviving, you're thriving! You've been through so much but here you are, person knight to the King of Negativity himself! I think that's pretty badass."

Cross twirled a piece of his hair, "I suppose I never thought about it that way..."

"But?"

"But I don't like how scary they make me look."

"Cross."

"What?" He asked, exasperated.

"Cross you are 194 centimeters, or six four (6'4") I dunno what system you grew up with, and like. 400 pounds of sheer muscle. You're going to be intimidating regardless if you have scars or not."

"Oh. Right."

"Plus!" Blue clambered into Cross's lap and placed a kiss on the place where his scars overlapped. His face flushed and his hands wandered to Blue's hips and butt, trying to keep him as stable as possible.

"If you don't feel good about your scars, I know just where to kiss to make you feel better."

Blush dashed across Cross's face again and he smiled, a little embarrassed but in a good way. He shook a little as he kissed Blue back in between his eyes.

"What about you?"

"Hm? Cross?"

"What about your uh...scar?"

Blue's face dropped and he couldn't stop it. Cross felt a small pit of shame fill his stomach but he didn't backtrack.

"Do you like your scar?"

"I, uh,"

"B-Because I do! I like your scar."

"But-" He was cut off as Cross grabbed him under his arms and lifted him. He shrieked slightly and grabbed onto Cross's wrist for support.

"It's a genocide scar, right?"

"Yes, I...It is."

"Well...it may be a...uhm, a symbol! It may be symbolic of everything you lost, like mine, but it's also a symbol that you lived! You should have died, but you didn't. You lived, despite everything. You lived and helped so many people. I think that's pretty incredible. And your scar proves that."

Blue laughed softly, "You're right. I have lived," He reached one hand up to caress Cross's cheek, "And I have loved. Still loving! Actually."

Cross flushed again and sat back down. Bringing Blue close to him, he pressed his lips against Blue's in a very quick, very chaste kiss.

Blue reciprocated with a longer kiss. Placing his hands on Cross's chest and pushing their faces closer.

Arms wrapped around his torso, and he pulled away from Cross's lips, simply resting on his chest. He clung onto Cross's shirt snuggling into his boyfriend's muscles.

Cross kissed the top of his head, resting his head on Blue's.

It was quiet and comfortable. If they had the choice, being in each other's arms is what they would do every moment of the day.

Then there was a slight blip on the TV, asking Cross if he was still playing. He snorted and picked up his controller again.

"Can I stay here...?" Blue murmured, playing with the soft fabric of Cross's shirt.

"Of course."

Blue sighed, happy, his eyes closing as Cross began playing his game again. Blue couldn't feel more secure and loved and he hoped Cross felt the same way.

A gut feeling told him he did.

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I adore them so much. expect more of them in the future :))

-Fallen

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