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After a DND game ends in disappointment, Kris and Ralsei are left alone to play chess. After a few games they decide to spice it up
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Might be my last fic for a while (hopefully I've still got another one in me)
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Kris and Ralsei are paired up for a group project. Though anxious and emotionally distant, the two teens find themselves quickly growing closer—a feat they thought impossible when it felt like the world had turned its back on them.
Or, a slow burn Kralsei story about isolation, anxiety, and understanding.
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23 Feb 2026
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Best Kralsei AU, definitely.
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Kris and Susie slipped away together again, leaving only silence behind. Ralsei stays at the Castle to clean up and to give them some space—until he notices Noelle is still there too, quiet and blinking back tears.
Two hearts break quietly in the shadows of a love story that isn't theirs, with nothing but a stranger and a cup of chamomile tea to offer them comfort. -
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A new Dark World means new experiences.
For Ralsei, he discovers the virginal beauty and chilling savagery of snow.
For Kris, they discover the gentle warmth and ferocious inferno of love.
For both of them, they discover that even the smallest of gestures can change everything in a big way.A story of adventure and danger, letting go of the past, and having the courage to love.
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- Part 1 of A Heart, Frozen In Time
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08 Feb 2026
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Absolute masterpiece! I’m crying, I’m sobbing, and hell I’m in love with authors style.
Read it only if you have enough time bc YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO STOP UNTIL THE LAST WORD! -
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She showed up at Kris’s door with her hood up and her tail twitching, smelling like smoke that wasn’t hers. She had one of her mother’s old flannels tied around her waist, the sleeves long and dragging. Kris didn’t ask. Just stepped aside.
Toriel, from the kitchen, poked her head out and said only: “Shoes off, dear. I just mopped.”
Like Susie belonged there.
Like she wasn’t a guest anymore.
Kris gave her the couch and curled up on Chariel. Susie protested, at first—“It’s your damn house, dude,” she said, “I can sleep on the floor, I’ve done it before”—but Kris was already half-buried in blankets and completely silent, which meant the conversation was over.
At some point, when the house had gone completely quiet and the shadows settled, Susie whispered:
“Hey.”
Kris shifted their head to look at her.
The moonlight caught her hair, the jagged edge of her teeth. Her eyes were clearer than they ever were at school. No posturing. No sneer. Just Susie. Bare and real in a borrowed T-shirt, her knees pulled up, her voice a rasp.
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i have extremely specific thoughts on krusie