Tag "Fluff" - Works and Original stories

On the edge of the twilight pool, where the heavens lie on the earth, there lived an old philosopher. In his house, built of faded stars and ancient memories, time flowed slowly, like a viscous river of melancholy. There was a look in his eyes, like stars in the night sky, squeezed between the fingers of time.

On the outskirts of a quiet village stood an old blacksmith shop, like a forgotten page in the book of time. Its walls, upholstered with slabs of tarnished metal, seemed to keep the secrets of the past terrible days. Once upon a time, metal slicing the air sounded in this iron heart, like the melody of an ancient bard, sparkling and flashing like stars in the night sky.

Everyone was busy that day. Many were on missions, while others were working hard. Edogawa Rampo is an exception; he can sit back and not be told anything. They can, of course, ask to work, but he can firmly refuse. The sweets ran out and, unfortunately, the agency was empty. But Rampo knew that very soon Osamu would approach him with a bag of sweets. And he already knows how he will use one of the sweets to play with Dazai.

The day that was Minho's last and the day that was Jisung's last happy day.

In the shadow of a forgotten time, under the mossy roofs of ancient memories, there lived one story. It began as a light breeze playing with the mottled leaves of autumn. But in this invisible fabric of fate there was something more mysterious than just a fleeting breath.

“If you had a fire and could only take one thing out, what would it be?”

St. Petersburg. It's a beautiful city, isn't it? The only thing that upsets some and pleases others is the weather. Those gray clouds, rare sunshine, rains.... The architecture is mesmerizing. It was in this town that two college-age boys, Felix and Umbrella, became friends. They were almost opposites of each other, but there is something in these two...

In the darkness of the endless forests, immersed in the evening silence, a tree grew, whose fate was pierced by secrets and pains, as if black needles penetrated its bark. It was an ash tree, covered with a layer of pollen of lost dreams.

Red Marlboros after sex, heart-to-heart talk and real happiness. - Why do you always smoke after sex? - a painfully familiar voice came from behind. - Do I have any reasons not to smoke? - Ayato answered with slight mockery. He didn't even know why. Just because he can.

Waiting on the train platform is not so scary if there is a company.

It was the first time he felt that he had found someone who thinks so globally. It scared him, but it also interested him.

There's a lot more to it than friendship. The couple hides hot kisses behind closed doors, and in love looks called "friendly support." Parents turn a blind eye to their special relationship, attributing it to a teenage rebellion, because they understand that their children have no choice in any case. Friends from time to time joke that they simply have not yet met normal alpha. And what about the omega? They don't need more. But how long will their fragile harmony last?...

lTo all fans and especially to haters

May evening in the walls of the Tkachev estate. Nikolai, who wants to have fun, invites him to a slow dance without second thoughts.

Find out for yourself ;)

Asmodeus was happy in these moments of tenderness with him.

These are our memories...

Every evening, the town on the hill is enveloped in a dark orange sunset, which colors everything in warm shades and brightens up the gray everyday life. I wanted to look at him forever, but not alone. Maybe the desire was not to look at the sunset, but into blue eyes, disheveled blond hair that glittered under the rays of the setting sun. But this is impossible. He betrayed her soul and trust. Broke my heart into a million pieces.

A lonely vessel, forgotten and unseen. An aluminum heart, devoid of gleam, Echoes the silence of a forsaken dream. Once cradled warmth, now easy and bare,

In a forgotten corner of the universe, where the stars lost their names in the bottomless darkness, lived an ordinary man named Elias. His days flowed like a stream, invisible and boundless, and the gray walls of the city stood like guardians of time. No one noticed the humble Elias until one day an unknown event soared into the sky, spreading dried-up dreams into thousands of sparks.