Tag "Fluff" - Works and Original stories

“You know that I do not mind drawing your portrait,” he said.

jarad’s eyes widened as he seen the guy with blue dreads, dark skin and white wings. no doubt, it was x.

She was worried. Recently she has a secret admirer. Walking into the dressing room after a Friday evening performance, on the dressing table she found a lush bouquet of scarlet roses and a note saying that her performance was excellent.

Strong independent women usually have cats, but other options are possible

n shadows deep, where echoes sigh, Life's hollow dance, devoid of why. A spectral waltz, in muted tones, A purpose lost, in silent moans.

It was a wonderful evening, what could be worse? Or... something could go wrong? In short, read and you will understand everything yourself.

Tears flowed down the guy’s cheeks, the corners of his lips rose, the guy broke into a smile that was pleasant to the eyes, but spoiled everything with tears. - Mister L-lolololoshka! What's happened? We somehow offended you... maybe...

After joint adventures with Sonic in various parallel worlds, Nine returned to his normal daily life. It seemed that his life should have been the same as before, but a little better, because he met friends and defeated the Council of Chaos... But then, why did he become unusually lonely? And so it went on until he met a hedgehog, surprisingly similar to Sonic...

A short story about the acquaintance of the famous blue hedgehog with a small unusual fox cub.

- But they let me *** -Put a slow one, please *** -Let me invite you to dance *** - I don't know how to slow dance *** -It's a full moon today *** -Lead me *** - Shut up *** - And if I continue? *** - It's impossible... *** - The camera can't see them! *** -We will not forget this holiday for a long time...

In a quiet town, lost among the green hills, there was an old wooden church. With a firmament covered with streaks of time, it towered over the surrounding terrain, like an archaic guardian of centuries-old history. The roof, covered with moss and streaks, bent thoughtfully over the gray earthquake felt in the depths of the soul. This church was like an immortal metaphor for the loss to which the village was subjected.

They knew that adopting a teenager was not an easy process for a small family. Hannibal and Will had always wanted a daughter, and now they're learning how to be parents. In their own ways.

The endless sea, broken into small drops, pours over my face. I feel every drop enveloping me like a gentle ghost, plunging into my madness. My thoughts are a bizarre dance of whirlwinds that never subside.

The city of chrome and glass woke up when the sun surrendered its superiority over the sky, and a dark veil rose above the horizon. The futuristic chatterbox known as Aura has begun its evening mood dressing. As a magical being, she did this every night -turning blocked audacious images into endless shadows and shades. The moonlight shone clear and pale, as if it were the last spark of hope in this abyss of an industrial monster.

Each of us has his own unique world, where the personality unfolds like a gallery of works of art. But not all the paintings are on public display. There are corners shaded by a veil of mystery, where the most personal, intimate part of the soul is hidden.

In the shadow of the backstage, where darkness dances in embraces with light, an amazing performance called "Buffoonery" unfolds. This is the theater of moments, where every actor — disguised by cunning and brilliance — plays his role in a magnificent symphony of pranks.

Sometimes one wrong decision can ruin everything. This is what happened with our Strawberry...

Even if others think you are a demon, you are the main Archon to me. My pleas, happiness and love are yours.

Fabian began to gain weight in the abdominal area, his alpha noticed this and in fact is not at all against such an unexpected increase in the abdomen of his spouse. Pearce even likes the way his mate looks now, whose body is clearly changing and becoming more attractive.

Darkness enveloped the room like a damp cloak that you carry through the night forest, blotting out the stars with your darkness. Only the faint light of the monthly radiance penetrated through the fabric of the curtains, spreading across the floor in quiet spots.