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all the angels say you are all to blame by helenabertinellis
Fandoms: Deltarune (Video Game)
27 May 2025
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“This is gonna sound crazy,” Dess admits. Asriel snorts.
“You’re always crazy. Can’t scare me off with it now,” he says, voice soft and fond.
She smiles, and steels herself. “You know how Noelle almost got in that accident recently? My parents freaked the fuck out, your dad had to stop officer Undyne from punching the driver, all that?”
Azzy nods in recognition. “You grabbed her and pulled her out of the road.”
Dess tightens her grip on him and stares into his eyes. “That’s the thing. That wasn’t me.”
“What do you mean?”
“That wasn’t me. It was the Angel. She warned me that Noelle was going to get hurt.”
December Holiday has been chosen by the Angel.
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27 Aug 2025
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Kris lowered the receiver and watched the red light on the base blink out. They turned back to the room.
Susie was no longer at the table.
From the corner of their eye, they caught movement near the stairs. She was halfway up already, hoodie sleeves bunched around her elbows, tail swaying slightly beneath the hem. She moved like she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to be seen or not—one foot creaking on the third step, then stopping, like she was waiting for someone to call her back.
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After her mother passes away, Susie is placed in foster care—and Toriel, with one child away at college and another growing quiet in the space he left behind, takes her in. Kris doesn’t know her well. Not beyond the kid who used to sit behind them and chew her pencil into splinters. But now they’ll share a room, a house, and all the quiet leftover spaces that come with grief and growing up.
And then, just as things begin to settle into a shape that might almost resemble home, someone else goes missing. This time, from Noelle’s house. Susie isn’t one to mind her business.
ON HIATUS
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26 Jun 2025
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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
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11 Jun 2025
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There was this day—cold, late March, wind still mean—that stuck in Noelle’s mind like a grain of rice behind the gums.
She’d ducked into the corner store after school. Her mom didn’t like her going there, said the magazines by the register were trash and the cashier had too many piercings. But Noelle wanted a soda. Something sweet, just for her.
Kris and Susie were there already. Neither of them saw her. They were standing by the fridges in the back, heads close together. Susie was laughing at something Kris said. Kris’s hands were in their pockets, a little hunched, but their shoulders relaxed in that way they never were around anyone else.
And it was nothing. It was two people in a corner store. They weren’t touching, weren’t kissing, weren’t anything. But it was everything.
Noelle left without the soda.
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noelle watches from the sidelines
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11 Jun 2025
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where i love you by brimay
Fandoms: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types
25 Nov 2023
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Peeta takes the poker from me and uses it to lift a small piece of coal. Underneath it, a lone ember glows among the ashes. He turns to look at me, and I see—for the first time in an eternity—the ghost of a gentle smile on his face. Something flutters in my chest.
“Let’s get this going, shall we?” he says.
My heart, I realize. My heart is in those ashes, too.
(Or: Katniss and Peeta grow back together after the war)
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30 May 2025