8 Bookmarks by Austranged
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After two months of hiding it seems the sun is finally returning to normal and the visitors, unable to handle the temperature change, are rapidly dying off. With it being safe to return outside the homeowner’s guests set out to return to their lives. For the first time since the “apocalypse” he finds himself alone and oddly enough the man finds that he no longer enjoys the solitude that he once craved. Eager for something familiar, he decides to open his home to guests again. The homeowner quickly learns to be careful what you wish for when a familiar pale visitor returns, this time as his new roommate.
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A Palegun fic where they end up as roommates. Intruder regresses to a more human-like state as it gets colder, and becomes more monstrous as it warms up (Infection goes dormant and flares up based on temperature).
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- English
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Bookmarked by Austranged
04 Jun 2026
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The ONLY instance in which I will excuse Palegun, sorry!
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His wife, Vera, is at the door.
She might be a visitor. Or, she might not be. He can't know until he checks, but that's easier said than done.
Bookmarked by Austranged
27 May 2026
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Sweet mother of Pearl this was great. And here I was thinking that it was only I who gave a shit about the Homeowner’s relationship with his (ex)wife! No original experiences after all, huh? I suck at writing comments so just put my thoughts here :)
10/10 this is absolutely their dynamic and I WILL be returning to this -
You’re Looking at the Ruins of Your Neighbor’s House by saidthesparrow
Fandoms: No I'm not a Human (Video Game)
12 Dec 2025
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Your neighbor's house burns. The girl survives.
You were never meant to be a father.
Bookmarked by Austranged
26 May 2026
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I’m underwhelmed (in general. This fic whelms me.)
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It's the end of the world.
It's the end of the world and you find yourself looking after a bunch of people. It seems not too bad at first as you keep the interactions at minimum, just enough to make sure they're human.
It gets too much too quickly. Shit. Someone needs to tell them you're not a doctor. Not even that, no, someone needs to tell them you have no idea what the hell you are doing.
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Will You Walk Into My Parlour? by snow_and_moon
Fandoms: No I'm not a Human (Video Game)
16 Jul 2026
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To the Homeowner she is always the woman.
The Protagonist is confident he has everything under control, perhaps a little too confident, until a most unusual lady shows up at his door. Once she's inside, she knows exactly which buttons to push to unravel his web and spin her own.
The longterm residents of the house the Protagonist has come to trust are very wary of the lady. They know she's up to something... but what? And why? And it's so hot that all logic and patience is out the window. As bodies pile up and the Protagonist's mental and physical health deteriorate, can anything salvage the household's odds of survival?
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- Part 5 of R's Ninah Fic Continuity
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There is love in our bodies, and it holds us together by Anonymous
Fandoms: No I'm not a Human (Video Game)
08 Oct 2025
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The homeowner knew that it was a gamble letting her in. Her ginger hair flowing over one eye and the low cut of her top lured him in like a siren song, helplessly sinking, being pulled into the fathoms below to drown in her. It was only a matter of time. He could see it plain as the blistering day.
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Don’t Ask Where, Don’t Ask When (the Road Trip AU) by figureitoutinthemorning
Fandom EPIC - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Albums)
13 Nov 2024
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All things considered, staying right where she was seemed like the best course of action.
What a perfectly reasonable place to stay: the top of a stupid hill.
No more walking, ever again.
She would live and die on the top of this cursed hill.
Maybe someone would stumble upon her remains someday and bestow upon her the title of “Witch of the Awful, Terrible Fourth Hill”.
Maybe they’d tell children to stay away from this gods-forsaken place, or else the witch would turn them into slugs. What a beautiful legacy.“Hum… hello?”
The fantasy of her lasting fame was rudely interrupted by a voice.
A voice seemingly belonging to a boy standing a few steps below her.