Fics like participation medals (of the heart)

“Go on.” Susie dropped her head such that Kris’ chin was in the crook of her neck. “Still think I’m the weird one?” No thoughts crossed their brain. Just TV static. And they broke like silver church glass, relenting under Susie’s grasp effortlessly. Their back foot, not bearing weight, stabilized them, their hands balled into fists so tight they shook. They closed their eyes and breathed in deep, hard and fast enough that the violet strands of Susie’s hair lifted towards their nose. Sweat, dew, smoke, cheap shampoo. Harsh words, soft and guiding gestures, the cake in Ralsei’s castle and the pie in Kris’ home. “Yeah?” Susie said breathlessly. “Smells…” Kris’ voice was small, scared, hopeful, everything they felt all at once. “Smells like home.” “Gay.” “Mhm.” Prophecy be damned. Ralsei’s tears be damned. Noelle be damned, Undyne be damned, if the whole world both light and dark be damned, then please, Kris begged an unhearing and uncaring universe silently, if I can choose just one thing on my own, please, please let it be her.

Fics like participation medals (of the heart)

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