Tag "Fluff" - Works and Original stories

When the soul becomes as thin as glass, and you stand on the edge of your own existence, the feeling, like a flock of butterflies, beats helplessly inside you. You try to reflect your pain like a mirror splitting into a thousand pieces, which alternately cut deep wounds on your soul.

The Annual Booklovers Ball arrives in the dead of night. Gaku is to pay guests her respects.

In the dark corners of the evening sky, where the clouds weave their white clouds, an invisible struggle between light and darkness flared up. In a world where suffering and hope are entwined in a tangled dance, a righteous demon was born, released to earth with a mission to save fading hearts. His eyes shone like fire, penetrating through the twilight and revealing their secrets to those who were ready to hear.

In the shadow of the spreading twilight, the gravedigger stands like a shadow among shadows. His hands, wrapped in gray gloves, glide over the ground like the brushes of an artist who creates a work of art in the deepest silence.

The last rays of the sun, drowned in the purple and orange shades of the celestial palette, cast a golden light on the facade of the house, as if they wanted to wake it from an age-old dream. The window shutters, decorated with exquisite carvings, seemed to be locked in eternal silence. The larches in the yard began to unravel their last green bunches, preparing for the upcoming winter.

A rainy evening has lowered its gray veils over the forgotten village. The old houses, like forgotten children, stood in silence, sighing under the weight of time. The autumn wind caressed the abandoned streets, bringing with it the smell of damp earth and withered leaves.

On the shore of a forgotten village, where the sea and sky merge in an indescribable cloud of silence, there lived an old fisherman named Andrey. His life was like an endless ocean full of secrets and mysteries, but at the same time it was like a long story waiting for its finale.

Seeing how bad was Ruby before, Blake already saw some heavy conversation coming. Even readied herself, intending to help her leader with anything that was troubling her. She was surprised by the thing Ruby asked her eventually. It wasn't a problem, though. Just a little unexpected.

Nothing special, re-uploading the deleted history of the author of Teem Treem. Of course, I will change it a little: I will remove graphic errors, add some description and make a couple of moments more juicy

In the shadow of ancient hills, drowned in the blue splendor of the sky, an old vineyard is hidden. It was a place where time stood still, and the winds brought with them the whispers of the past years. It was like an old museum, containing many stories and secrets, many of which have already been lost in time.

Diluc tries to put Kaya to sleep (everything is by agreement).

AA2153 and U-1196 meet in a blood vessel and want to spend a bit of time together. But as it seems, that isn't meant to be...

Jinshi is carrying Maomao, who has fallen asleep in the hallway, to her room, while thinking about a few things concerning them both.

...perhaps thinking about something or perhaps not.

It was very late and the (once again) overworked Jinshi was finally heading to bed. But he would never have guessed what he would find on the way...

A little story about how U-4989 was trying to prove to his coworkers that he was just as tough as them.

After having overcome a severe infection, all cells are completely exhausted and wish for nothing more than a bit of rest. So does U-1146. At least, until he meets AE sitting on a bench.

On the shore of eternity there is a lighthouse, like a guardian, towering over the boundless ocean, its stone tower seems to embrace the sky. This is a place where mysterious inspiration is combined with the bitter longing of loneliness. Inside him, in the intricate labyrinths, lives an old caretaker, whose life, like the ocean itself, is intertwined with endless waves of joys and sorrows.

Ron Kamonohashi was an extremely unbearable, stubborn and self-willed person, but there was still something about him that made Toto's mind go blank every time he looked at him.

Through the dark clouds of the night, the windmill soared like a sad torch in the darkness. Its blades slowly turned, like the heartbeat of a forgotten village shrouded in mystery and mysticism. The mill stood at the edge of the forest, like a guardian of the night, with its silent rotation protecting the mysterious secrets hiding in the depths of the forest.