Tag "Fluff" - Works and Original stories

A small sketch about Sherlock/Watson. About what can happen when you raise a small child with a friend)

Hello! I came to Fic.Fan from Ficbook and I will be very happy to meet English-speaking readers! I'm a Russian writer, but I want to be the first fanfic in my favorite fan house on my favorite pairing! I hope I give you positive emotions after reading! Happy reading!

Jake knows Heeseung is teasing. He always does that: sends his selcas from the dance studios in t-shirts, collar sweaty and hair damp from practicing choreography, where he looks insanely hot and cute at the same time — something inside Jaeyun's chest always burns at the sight. And it's all about the urge to see him like that in reality, to touch him and feel him and kiss him and... He's just drop-dead gorgeous, Jake can't resist it.

A collection of cute and cozy drabbles about one of the most comfortable couples in the franchise. Fluff, hugs, warmth and love are included.

Hua Cheng is an ordinary student at a Japanese school. No one is interested in him, neither boys nor girls. He didn't really interact with anyone except his two friends, Yin Yu and He Xuan. But one day he meets a man who deserves everything in the world. He needs a special person, worthy of him, who will always make him happy. And he clearly wants to be one of these worthy ones, but is afraid that someone will be the first. But don't worry, he won't let that happen, he won't let that happen.

In shadows deep, where sorrow weaves its song, A garden of despair, where hopes are gone. Beneath a moon of tears, the night unfolds, A tapestry of loneliness, in darkness holds.

In the shade of ancient trees, on the shore of an endless lake, stood an ancient castle, bathed in the light of the moon. Its white towers stretched to the sky, like mute witnesses of countless stories hidden in the depths of the walls. In this royal refuge, where hundreds of years have passed, the vital smell of antiquity and wisdom was melting away.

Starscream is waiting for Skyfire on his activation day, but he seems to be a little late. G1

In the garden where whispers carry secrets untold, Flowers, withered, in sorrow's grasp they hold. A shadow of days gone by, draped in dusk's cloak, The agony of time, a powerless sorrow spoke.

To work well you need no rest well. That's what Prior thinks by organizing joint vacation for his workers.

In a corner of the dark alley, where the raindrops were crying with despair, there was a shadow. He was like a mosaic of the night, fused of dark shades and starry twinkles. His eyes, like two sparkling stars in a bottomless night, glided through the streets, absorbing every moment, like a passionate artist enjoying his work.

In the darkness of the forest, the stars twinkled like tears on the black fabric of the night. The hunter, like a wanderer in this world of shadows, wandered among the trees, his heart beating rhythmically, as if calling him to dance with the ghosts of the past. His gun was his companion, but not his friend. It adorned his shoulder, but it did not warm his soul.

When the world comes to an end, you blame only yourself. You blamed only yourself for all the tragedies, and now everything has gone wrong again. What are you going to do? Whether you will continue to tread on the spot or not... will you start a new life?

Namjoon left the alley, walked around the bushes, and found there a guy sitting on the wet grass with twigs and leaves in his bleached hair and desperately blowing on his bleeding elbow. * Or a short story about how Namjoon got a first aid kit, a second toothbrush, and a corgi puppy.

When you have problems with great "dignity", your partner will always be able to become an assistant in satisfying "hunger".

"Oh, I'm sorry", the alpha smiled and held out his hand to omega. "I didn't mean to frighten such a charming omega. I am Kim Namjoon and I am ready to answer any of your questions about my shop and books". "Nice to meet you, Kim Namjoon, and I'm Park Jimin", the guy smiled kindly, responding to a light handshake. "Since you volunteered to help me, then tell me where I can find Stefan Zweig's Impatience Of The Heart?"

They parted, like ships at sea that do not plan or cannot meet again. New Year's Eve, a couple of friends who decided to reconcile them, and a wine cellar. Is this a chance to talk straight and start over?

Andrea humbled her interlocutor with a hard stare, but she couldn't get the expected result. Seeing that insolent smirk of Neela's, who visibly felt like a winner in their next game, her wanted to light more than just a cigarette. - So you don't want to answer anymore? - I did. Your problem if you don't have the intelligence to understand. - It's your problem if you're so hard of hearing, Andrea. I said, why do you hate me?

What to do if you wrote to a friend, and then it turned out that the guy you’re in love with is writing to you instead.

Aziraphale and Crowley and their family often visit Tetfield, where they bought a small house on the outskirts as a summer home.