Regulus Arcturus Black is me

If the moon can go through phases, so can I

[fics-teddys-version]

Gift for @honeycaksy - Regulus' Son au - 678 words

Regulus's eyes shot open at the sounding of a baby's wail, and he wondered for a moment just how long he'd been crying before it dragged Regulus from his unconsciousness. Once the moment passed, he kicked the covers off to step over to the bassinet.

Alphie's little face was scrunched and red as he cried, kicking his feet. He looked adorable, but the noises were ear piercing and heart shattering.

Carefully, Regulus scoopeed his baby into his arms, shushing him softly as he padded to the kitchen to make up a bottle, speaking to the boy quietly in French as he screamed.

"There we are." He cooed as he finally got the bottle in the little boy's mouth, his cries quieting to whimpers.

Returning to his bed, Regulus sat, cradling Alphie as he drank. Like magic, the baby's eyes drooped again, sucking sleepily and staring up at Regulus with the widest silver eyes.

"Why can't you just let me sleep, hm?" Regulus asked, and shockingly, the infant did not respond.

Regulus was barely holding his eyes open as the boy finished his bottle and promptly burped. He stayed sleepy and pliant as Regulus carried him back to his bed, but started whimpering the second Regulus' hands left him.

"Oh, what is it now?" Regulus said, voice quiet. Honestly, if he didn't get to sleep soon, Regulus was going to burst into absolutely pathetic tears.

He carried Alphie back to the bed, slumping down with Alphie on his chest. Alphie's eyes slowly dropped closed, little mouth hanging open as he started to drool on Regulus' chest. Despite his hardest efforts, Regulus dozed off shortly after.

…

"Christ, Reg, how'd you survive it?"

Regulus glanced up at Remus' words, watching Sirius and a five year old Alphie chase each other around the garden. "Mm. I survived Sirius. It wasn't much different."

Remus snorted. "Sure, but you weren't raising Sirius."

"That's what he thinks."

"Oi!" Sirius approached, Alphie perched on his shoulders. "Are you talking about me behind my back, Moony? I'm hurt."

"I'm so sorry, Pads. I'll make it up to you immediately."

"Sirius, if you drop my son—"

"I'm not!"

Remus reached out to pluck Alphie from Sirius' shoulders, balancing him on his hip, asking if the boy wanted the biscuits inside and grinning when the boy started giggling.

Sirius pursed his lips, hands on his hips. "Look, you let him steal my nephew."

"Isn't Remus his uncle too, technically?"

"It's not the same." He scowled.

"Did you win your game of tag?" Regulus asked, following behind Remus and the giggling child in his arms slowly.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I take it you lost then?"

"Shut up."

…

"Potter's son? Really?" Regulus asked, fighting the urge to curl his lip. "Are you sure? How about Lovegood's daughter, she seems nice?"

A seven year old Alphie scowled, dropping his head on the kitchen island. "I like Harry. He's fun. Not boring. Like some people."

"Eat your food." Regulus said, frowning. "And I am not boring."

"You are. You're all stuffy and whatever." He jabbed a finger into his sandwich. "I want to play outside and do pranks on people, like Sirius!"

"Oh, why would you do that?"

"Dad!"

Regulus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You can be friends with whoever you like. Just… don't do anything stupid, all right? Don't make me have to rescue you."

Alphie pouted, eating a vegetable off his plate. "What if I need you to save me?"

Regulus propped his chin on his hand. "I'll be there anyway. Just don't need me to. You're smarter than that."

"So… Can I have a playdate with Harry?" He asked, little face slowly lighting up.

"I… suppose." Regulus sighed, standing up straight. "Just don't do anything stupid."

Alphie sprang to his feet. "I have to go write to Harry now!"

"What about your lunch—Alphie?" Regulus sighed again, watching his son bolt to his room, his food left on the table nearly untouched.

Well, surely there were worse influences.

Right?

[moonyisnotonfire]

You should block and report @/Noblehouseofgay !!!

Oh, why? Im so glad you asked :)

~For starters, we can take a grand-y-old look at the content he puts out. Sure, what you might see could be harmless ship posting, but you could find various examples of him literally telling strangers on the internet they should die. Literally, will tell ANYONE who disagrees with him that they'd be better off killing themselves. Multiple examples you could find for yourself.

~Some examples of how he treats people he knows? Again, glad you asked! On a conveniently now deleted side blog, he threatened to doxx someone for ghosting him! (Screenshot at the bottom) Now, does that sound like something a good, wholesome content creator would do? NOPE

~Also on this blog, he posted very violent threats! About me? Who knows, but probably. See, he had a bit of a vendetta against me, because I called him out on his bullshit of verbally and mentally abusing me, and he didn't like that very much.

~He also posted many awful things about other teenagers, literally just because they were dating each other. He did this with me too! He told me, straight to my face, that he would not care if i killed myself, just because i had a boyfriend.

~He's a groomer. He groomed me. That's it.

Thank you for reading my rant, and reblog if you would like to save others in this fandom from being victimized by him! I'd greatly appreciate it.

Plus a few other examples of him being him

[moonyisnotonfire]

I have heard through the grapevine that he's posting in response to this; i won't look at it and i don't intend to.

My abuse has been done. I cannot go back and undo it, I cant fix it. But I am trying my best to keep it from happening to anyone else.

If you believe his side, or his posts, or whatever else; no, im not angry at you, i wont say, "fuck you, i hope you get whats coming to you", I dont hate you, and you know, I really hope he does become a better person and stops hurting people. If not, if you get caught up and get hurt--you're welcome here, regardless of how you felt about him or me in the past.

I don't feel the need to make another post about this unless I'm directly responding to someone in the reblogs on this specific post, because this is out there now, and i have no intention of removing it.

And, for Regulus, because im certain you'll see this somehow: No, im not afraid of you. You dont intimidate me, you dont scare me, and your threats to me--of which you've made plenty--are meaningless. But if I can stop you from driving someone else to the being of insanity and paranoia and suicide, I will. I would be the bad person to have been a victim of the abuse you freely give and not warn anyone else.

Thank you to everyone who read this, and everyone who has liked or shared or commented. Your support means the entire world to me, and I love you for it.

[moonyisnotonfire]

Oh wow

Poor you

Anyway, he's a toxic fucking abuser that has done even more shitty things than I can post right now, but, if the screenshots above are enough to convince you of his character, let's add some more

Biphobia

Misogyny

Misandry (how are you both dude pick a struggle)

Racism (v evident in his "art" of poc characters vs white characters among other reasons im not at liberty to share)

Lesphobia

And again, grooming. I am not the first person to accuse him of such.

Among other things

Getting the word out there yall, stay safe and plz like/comment/rb if you can to keep everyone else safe too

[moonyisnotonfire]

You should block and report @/Noblehouseofgay !!!

Oh, why? Im so glad you asked :)

~For starters, we can take a grand-y-old look at the content he puts out. Sure, what you might see could be harmless ship posting, but you could find various examples of him literally telling strangers on the internet they should die. Literally, will tell ANYONE who disagrees with him that they'd be better off killing themselves. Multiple examples you could find for yourself.

~Some examples of how he treats people he knows? Again, glad you asked! On a conveniently now deleted side blog, he threatened to doxx someone for ghosting him! (Screenshot at the bottom) Now, does that sound like something a good, wholesome content creator would do? NOPE

~Also on this blog, he posted very violent threats! About me? Who knows, but probably. See, he had a bit of a vendetta against me, because I called him out on his bullshit of verbally and mentally abusing me, and he didn't like that very much.

~He also posted many awful things about other teenagers, literally just because they were dating each other. He did this with me too! He told me, straight to my face, that he would not care if i killed myself, just because i had a boyfriend.

~He's a groomer. He groomed me. That's it.

Thank you for reading my rant, and reblog if you would like to save others in this fandom from being victimized by him! I'd greatly appreciate it.

Plus a few other examples of him being him

[moonyisnotonfire]

I have heard through the grapevine that he's posting in response to this; i won't look at it and i don't intend to.

My abuse has been done. I cannot go back and undo it, I cant fix it. But I am trying my best to keep it from happening to anyone else.

If you believe his side, or his posts, or whatever else; no, im not angry at you, i wont say, "fuck you, i hope you get whats coming to you", I dont hate you, and you know, I really hope he does become a better person and stops hurting people. If not, if you get caught up and get hurt--you're welcome here, regardless of how you felt about him or me in the past.

I don't feel the need to make another post about this unless I'm directly responding to someone in the reblogs on this specific post, because this is out there now, and i have no intention of removing it.

And, for Regulus, because im certain you'll see this somehow: No, im not afraid of you. You dont intimidate me, you dont scare me, and your threats to me--of which you've made plenty--are meaningless. But if I can stop you from driving someone else to the being of insanity and paranoia and suicide, I will. I would be the bad person to have been a victim of the abuse you freely give and not warn anyone else.

Thank you to everyone who read this, and everyone who has liked or shared or commented. Your support means the entire world to me, and I love you for it.

[moonyisnotonfire]

You should block and report @/Noblehouseofgay !!!

Oh, why? Im so glad you asked :)

~For starters, we can take a grand-y-old look at the content he puts out. Sure, what you might see could be harmless ship posting, but you could find various examples of him literally telling strangers on the internet they should die. Literally, will tell ANYONE who disagrees with him that they'd be better off killing themselves. Multiple examples you could find for yourself.

~Some examples of how he treats people he knows? Again, glad you asked! On a conveniently now deleted side blog, he threatened to doxx someone for ghosting him! (Screenshot at the bottom) Now, does that sound like something a good, wholesome content creator would do? NOPE

~Also on this blog, he posted very violent threats! About me? Who knows, but probably. See, he had a bit of a vendetta against me, because I called him out on his bullshit of verbally and mentally abusing me, and he didn't like that very much.

~He also posted many awful things about other teenagers, literally just because they were dating each other. He did this with me too! He told me, straight to my face, that he would not care if i killed myself, just because i had a boyfriend.

~He's a groomer. He groomed me. That's it.

Thank you for reading my rant, and reblog if you would like to save others in this fandom from being victimized by him! I'd greatly appreciate it.

Plus a few other examples of him being him

[ourstarman]

Sirius and Remus not just being boyfriends, but best friends also: Teasing each other over anything and everything, doing things purposefully to annoy the other, bringing up embarrassing memories and stupid mistakes because they've seen each other at every point of their lives and them just being best friends

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Prompt: Head - Dessriel - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 181 words

Dess watched Kris and Noelle play tag, sprinting across the back yard after each other as high pitched giggles filled the air.

"Why aren't you playing with them?" Asriel asked, sitting beside her. He handed her one of the two glasses of lemonade in his hands.

"Just busy thinking." She smiled. "Stuck in my head again, I guess."

He tilted his head curiously. "Are you still worried about Kris? Dess, I promise they're fine. They're just taking the divorce hard."

"I know. Something just seems off."

Asriel nodded, watching his little sibling tumble through the grass after tripping over themself. "I've talked to them. They're just uneasy lately, y'know? They had enough issues with anxiety before all this."

"I feel bad for them." Dess sighed, spinning the straw around in her fingers. "I mean, I feel bad for you too. Kris is just… young."

"They'll be all right, Dess. We all will."

She dropped her head against his arm with a sigh. "Promise?"

"I promise." He kissed between her antlers before setting his lemonade down. "C'mon, let's go play with them."

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Prompt: Distant - Deltarune - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 274 words

When Asriel came home, he wasn't expecting anything to have changed. Kris might be a little taller, there'd be more flowers in the trash, but it would still be normal.

Boy, was he wrong.

Mostly about Kris. They'd barely even stay in the same room with him for more than a couple minutes, and eye contact? Forget it.

Something was off, and no one else seemed to notice.

"Knock-knock." He tapped his knuckles against the door as he stepped into their old shared bedroom, where Kris had been hiding most of the day. "Howdy. Whatcha up to?"

"Nothing." They said, chewing their nails quietly. Really, it looked like they were doing absolutely nothing.

"Do you wanna go do something? Mom said you made a new friend, we can take her to the diner or something?"

Kris shrugged, ducking their head slightly. "No thanks. Susie's busy with Noelle today."

"Well, hey, that's fine." He crossed the room, sitting on the edge of their bed. "You and I can go do something, if you want?"

"I'm good."

Asriel frowned deeply. This wasn't like Kris, not at all. They'd usually jump at the chance to do anything with him, especially because he wasn't home as often anymore.

"Kris, are you upset with me?"

They shook their head, but didn't lift it again. "Of course not. Why would you say that?"

"You seem distant. Is something wrong?"

"Of course not."Asriel sighed heavily before standing. "All right. Let me know if you change your mind."

He closed the bedroom door behind him, huffing.

Something was really, seriously wrong with them.

And Asriel was determined to figure out what.

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Prompt: Humour - Deltarune - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 183 words

Kris was sniffling, hiding under the throw blanket on the couch they squeezed their eyes shut. Asriel was out with Dess again, and they could hear Asgore and Toriel arguing from their room.

It had been going on for about an hour now, and Kris' eyes hurt from crying. Asriel wouldn't be home for awhile, and they were so—scared.

"Oh, Kris, why are you crying?"

Kris looked up, safely back in the imaginary land in their head, and ran to Mr. Tenna, crashing into him.

"Mom and Dad are fighting again." They sniffled as Tenna wrapped them up in a hug.

"I'm sorry, Kris." He sighed, standing with the seven year old in his arms. "All couples fight sometimes, though. It's natural, I promise."

Kris wiped their nose on their sleeve. "Not as much as my parents do."

Tenna frowned. "Hey, how about instead, we watch those cartoons you love? They're funny and make you laugh, don't they?"

Rubbing their eyes, Kris nodded, and Tenna played all their favorite cartoons until it felt safe to go back to the real world again.

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Prompt: Fading - Deltarune - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 138 words

Ralsei sat cross-legged in the floor, flipping open his book again. He'd scribbled down the prophecy, every bit, every image, every line.

His paws traced over the pictures he'd drawn, taken from the church. Two people—a human and a dragon. One in armor, the other wielding an axe.

Whenever Ralsei felt sad—which was often—he went back to look at his book.

"I'll have friends someday." He nodded to himself. "They'll—they'll be cool. And smart. And strong."

He slumped down, looking up at his barren walls. "And I won't be alone anymore."

Ralsei had sketched the same outlines, the same people, over and over again. If he didn't, he'd start to forget what they looked like, and he'd start hyperventilating agian.

Not forever. I won't be alone forever. This isn't forever. It's just for now.

[moonyisnotonfire]

Prompt: Hundred - Undertale- @taylorswiftmicrofic - 292 Words - CW for body horror I think?

Chara sighed, twirling the knife around in their hand. "This is getting a bit boring, y'know? We've destroyed like ten timelines by now. All the screams, the pleading… it's just… dull now."

They stood, kicking the floor in frustration. "This isn't fun anymore. I hate this. Why is nothing fun anymore?"

They slumped to the floor beside Frisk, talking with their hands, knife waving wildly. "At least when I had a family, I got a pie and a brother to play with. I don't have to play pretend now. I can make reality whatever I want."

Chara threw the knife down with a clatter. "It's no fun anymore!"

Clambering back to their feet, they paced. "I could try killing them in a new order. That would be entertaining, maybe? Or torture them. I think we've been too easy, just killing them off like that. Especially that stupid skeleton."

They finally stopped and slumped. "I don't wanna do this anymore. I want something to be new and fun again, like it used to be. I don't feel anything anymore. Nothing makes me feel anymore."

Chara snatched up the knife and pointed it at Frisk. "You could at least talk back. You're so mundane. I guess that's my fault too, huh?"

The husk on the floor was nothing more than decaying human remains, eyes staring up blankly, a shiny red soul blinking weakly from within. Flies circled every time they entered a new world, and the monsters started staring with horror instead of greeting them openly like they'd done before. Chara was certain that by now they were literally just held together by pure determination—and the fact that their LV was 100.

"Well, thanks for listening, I guess. Time for a new world."

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Rings -- for @nomi9006 -- 463 words -- Percabeth

Percy was certain he'd sweat through his freshly ironed button up already. He'd been waiting at the beach for about an hour, Piper and Hazel swearing on their lives they'd get Annabeth to the location on time.

"Are you sure you want to propose like this?" Leo had asked playfully as he, Nico, Will, and Frank helped set up the candle path. "The whole beach thing seems a bit on the nose."

"And itchy." Nico had complained. "You're getting Annabeth all dressed up just to take her to the living equivalent of Tartarus."

Will had shook his head, laughing from where he spread the blanket in the middle of the candles. "C'mon, Neeks, it's romantic."

"Don't propose to me at a beach."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Percy, now, was alone and pacing back and forth, tracking sand across the blanket he knew. It just all had to be perfect. Annabeth was. No way in Tartarus could he do something half-assed.

"Psst! Idiot, she's coming."

Percy's head snapped up to one of the long shadows, just to vaguely catch Nico's outline fading back into it.

"… Percy?"

He turned and forgot every bit of the speech he'd prepared. She was—Gods, she was stunning. Her hair laid in waves cascading down her back, and she was in a powder blue dress that looked perfectly made for her.

" I'm talking to you, Seaweed Brain."

"I—oh, right." He stood straighter, rushing to her side to lead her down the rest of the way.

"What's all this for?" Annabeth laughed, the sound prettier than any song Percy could recall hearing.

"Annabeth?"

"Mhm?"

"I love you."

Her expression softened as they reached the end of the path, the softly lapping waves nearby doing little to settle Percy's mind. "I love you too, Percy."

"And I—I had a whole speech planned. It was going to be a whole thing, and I rehearsed it so many times, and now I can't remember a word of it."

"Typical." She chuckled, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes. "A speech for what?"

He took a deep breath, though his hands shook in hers, and he kneeled in front of her. Her hands immediately snapped to her mouth in nothing short of absolute shock.

"Annabeth Chase, will you—"

"Yes."

Percy blinked. "I didn't even—"

"Wait, sorry--sorry, go ahead." She pressed the palms of her hands to her eyes.

"Annabeth," Percy laughed. "Will you make me the happiest man, and m—"

"Yes."

Percy burst out in full laughter. "You didn't let me get it out, Wise Girl."

"I don't care—I really don't." She laughed tearfully, yanking Percy back up to his feet and into a kiss.

Percy chuckled into it. "So… the answer was…?"

"Yes, Seaweed Brain. You idiot."

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Prompt: Hide - Deltarune - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 154 Words

"Kris! Kris, c'mon, where'd you go?" Asriel's voice called.

The six year old was, in fact, hiding in the bathroom cabinet after hearing Toriel and Asgore argue again. Their brothers had been searching for them for the past hour, but Kris was determined not to be found.

"Kris! Kris!" They heard Togore push the bathroom door open, the seven year old annoyingly logical brother going immediately for the cabinet.

He opened his mouth to call for Asriel before he saw Kris' face. Togore watched them for a moment, pursed his lips, and crawled in beside them.

"Why are you hiding?" He asked, eyes wide as he pulled the doors shut.

Kris tucked their knees under their chin. "Too loud."

"They're worried."

"Not yet." They buried their face against their legs.

They felt Togore shrug as he settled beside them. "Okay. Tell me when you're ready."

Quietly, Kris rested their head against his shoulder. "Okay."

[fics-teddys-version]

Prompt: Count - Deltarune - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 349 Words

Kris counted their breathing softly as they tried to fall asleep. 5 seconds in, hold for 7, out for 8. It was their first night alone in their room after Asriel left for college, and it was just—too fucking quiet.

They'd tried every single method they could think of to sleep, and nothing seemed to work whatsoever. They just stared at the ceiling with wide-awake eyes, wondering if Asriel was having just as hard of a time at school.

Probably not.

Inevitably, Kris just pushed their window open and slipped out of it.

They didn't have a clue where they were going either, they just watched their feet take evenly measured steps down the sidewalk towards town.

Kris somehow found their way to the river just down the street, the same one Asriel would escape to when their parents would argue after school.

Really, they didn't have a clue why they ended up here, but they sank down in the dirt under a tree tiredly and watched the stars above them.

"hey kid, you're gonna get sick if you stay out here all night."

Lazily, Kris tilted their head towards the voice. It was the skeleton that had just moved into town and bought the grocery store—Sans, they thought his name was. "I'm not too worried about it."

He raised a brow bone. "your parents might be."

Kris shrugged, tucking their knees under their chin as they turned back to the river. "I'll be home before she wakes up."

"it's cold out."

"I'm fine." They huffed, but admittedly goosebumps were sprouting on their skin as the wind blew their hair in their face.

The skeleton sighed and Kris heard him walk closer, only looking up when he dropped his jacket around their shoulder. They squinted up through their hair. "Won't you get cold?"

"i'm a skeleton, i don't get cold."

"Then why do you wear it?"

He grinned. "fashion. well, i'll be off."

"… thanks, I guess."

"don't mention it, kid. get home soon."

When Kris looked up to give him some annoyed retort, he was already gone.

[the-king-of-beans-offical]

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wearing clothes

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[fics-teddys-version]

Prompt: Sympathy - Deltarune - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 332 Words - mild mentions of SH

"Kris?" Asriel knocked at the door gently. He'd been locked out of their room for hours after Toriel sat them down and told them she and Asgore would be getting a divorce—after a week-long argument too.

Kris didn't answer, but Asriel knew they were probably slumped into bed, chewing their nails raw and staring at the wall blankly.

"Kris, you've gotta let me in, this is my room too."

It took another two minutes before Asriel heard the lock click.

Kris was already back in bed when Asriel pushed the door open, their hair covering their face.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"… go away."

He sighed and laid back beside them, pushing their hair out of the way so he didn't lay on top of it. "I'm not leaving."

Kris huffed and rolled on their back, staring at the ceiling as well. The only noise filling the room was the pair's soft breathing and the quiet clicking of Kris' nails against their teeth.

After a long moment, Asriel reached up and grabbed Kris' hand from their mouth, squinting at it. "You're making them bleed. Stop that."

"I don't want to."

Asriel shook his head, sitting up and grabbing a tissue from Kris' nightstand to hold to their bleeding fingers. "I know. But I'm not going to let you sit here and hurt yourself."

Kris' shoulders slumped down. "… Az, is it my fault?"

Asriel's head snapped up hard. "What? Absolutely not. Kris, why would you think that?"

"Because… maybe they were happier before me or something. I don't know."

"Kris… they were—it would've always happened like this."

"It's not fair." They dropped their head against him.

Asriel rubbed their back with a sigh. "It's not fair, Kris. I know. But… it'll be okay, right? We've still got each other."

Kris shuddered softly against him. "Don't leave me, then. Please."

He laid back down, letting them bury their face in his side. "I'd never."

[fics-teddys-version]

Prompt: Past - Deltarune - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 253 words - February Event day 2

"Kris!"

A seven year old Kris peeked down the stairs. Their new mother Toriel was waiting at the bottom with a smile. "Come down here, there's someone I'd like you to meet."

Kris ran down the stairs, their headband tilted on their head as they ducked behind Toriel, seeing two reindeer monsters standing in front of them, one probably Toriel's age, the other closer to Kris'.

"Kris, this is Mayor Holiday and Noelle. Do you want to try to make friends?"

Kris peered around her, but did not make a single move to stop hiding. The little girl looked up at her mother. "Why don't they like me?" Noelle asked, eyes wide as dinner plates.

Toriel laughed softly, kneeling beside Kris and taking one of their hands in her paws. "They're just shy, Noelle. Go on, Kris, say hello."

Kris tried to edge back around Toriel. "Hello." They said in a small voice.

"Hi!" Noelle perked up immediately. "Wanna be friends?"

Immediately, Kris ducked back behind their mother.

"Kris!" Toriel chuckled. "Don't be shy."

Carol laughed stiffly. "It's quite all right, Toriel. Some children are just less social than others. Not everyone can be Asriel and befriend every child in town, right?"

Kris' brows furrowed immediately and they stepped forward. They could be just as good as Asriel.

They forcibly grabbed Noelle's hand and shook it firmly. "Friends."

Noelle's entire face lit up. "Really? Can we go play now?"

Kris shrugged. "Okay."

"Yay! C'mon!" She dragged Kris back up the stairs without hesitation.

[fics-teddys-version]

Prompt: Reasons - Dessriel - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 493 Words - February Fearless event day 1

Asriel was waiting by river, drawing small shapes in the muddy dirt with a stick. He was almost done with the outline of a daisy when Dess' boot stomped into the center of it.

"Hi," Asriel smiled up at her, certain he looked absolutely pathetic.

She snorted softly and sank down behind him. "You look like a loser, waiting for me."

"Well, I am." Asriel pushed his glasses up. "What took you so long?"

Her smile fell just slightly. "My mom."

"What's she done now?"

Dess sighed, leaning back on the heels of her hands. "She's mad again." Her voice shifted to a scarily accurate impression of her mother's. "'December Holiday, you are representing our family! I am so sick of you running off and ignoring the rules I set for your safety!'"

Asriel arched an eyebrow. "Like that you shouldn't wear pants in public?"

"I know, the horror of jeans." Dess sighed, dropping her head on his shoulder. "I want to run away."

Sitting up straighter, Asriel looked down at her. "What? I mean, you can't just—run off."

"Why not?" She shrugged, raising her head. "I could. I'm sure I could get a job, find an apartment."

Asriel's stomach lurched. "Dess, you've got a whole future. And what about Noelle?"

"Could take her in when she's old enough." She propped her chin on her hand. "You and Kris could come."

"But I don't want to run away."

Dess laughed softly, eyes scanning the shadowy treeline, the sunlight fading behind it. "Right. I always forget you don't hate your parents."

"You do?" Asriel fiddled with the buttons on his jacket nervously.

"I don't know. I don't know how I feel about them." She admitted softly. "But c'mon, wouldn't running off be fun? Kris would want to."

"Kris is twelve years old, Dess."

"So?" She waved him off. "They don't feel like they belong here either."

Asriel's gaze dropped to his smeared flower drawing in the mud. "I know."

"They deserve better."

"But it's not bad enough to leave, Dess." He ran a hand between his horns. "My parents love us. They love you too."

Dess' lip curled slightly. "I know. But they aren't the ones raising me. And with how their relationship is going—"

She stopped as she saw Asriel's expression sour. "Sorry."

"It's fine. I keep having to explain things to Kris. They… they didn't have parents before this, y'know. Children's homes and stuff, never an actual family. They don't know what's normal and what isn't." He laughed weakly. "They keep asking why Mom is yelling."

Dess leaned against Asriel again. "Don't you see why I think we have the reasons to just… leave?"

"I'd have to leave Kris." Asriel mumbled. "I can't do that."

"I know." She rested her chin on his shoulder. "You're loyal to a fault."

"It's only one more year until college." He kissed her forehead. "Do you think we'll survive that?"

She smiled tiredly. "We'll see."