Tag "Hurt/Comfort" - Works and Original stories

On the verge of two blossoming worlds, where the heavens quietly pour into the embrace of the earth, lavender fields spread out like bright carpets that carry the soul far and for centuries. Like the peaceful breath of touch, these fields fill the hearts with quiet magic and memories.

Not that the blockade, not that the diary of Alexander Romanov

Once there was a sky so bright, With clouds as white as snow, But now it seems the light has gone, Leaving us all in woe.

Once upon a time, there were people in the beautiful city of Memory who were fascinated by past events from birth. In this city, every house was built from forgotten moments and memories of past residents. The streets were laid out in a mosaic of lost memories, as if every step awakened an invisible part of history. People walking along these paths seemed to be imbued with the past, remaining prisoners in their own memory.

—Fuck me, Chase....

Captain James was bitten by a spider, possibly sent by Peter Pan. Gradually, the spider venom causes a strange sensation in the Hook. Having found out about this, Jafar decides to help him with this trouble. Will it succeed?

In a land where dreams take flight, I ventured forth, enchanted by the sight. A shimmering lake, crystal clear, Mirroring the moon in hues so sheer.

And then there's the cloud that mimics a smile, Radiating joy, and happiness worthwhile. A reminder that even in the darkest of days, There's kindness and love, that never strays.

In a magical book, a heroine did dwell, With words that caught hearts and weave a spell. She danced through chapters, a captivating sight, Drawing readers in with her enchanting light.

Soviet on-screen VID, transferred to the Brooklyn realities of the 50s, with a light powder flair.

Was I supposed to bring the truth or bring the lie? Was I supposed to live like human or was I supposed to die?

There will be reactions of Ninjago characters here.

A collection of drabbles on the TV series "Teen Wolf".

In a quiet corner of my soul, like a bright light, a spark of hope always burned, breaking through the dullness of everyday days. The nameless hero of this sad story was myself – a simple mortal collecting fireflies, illusory emotions personified by their light light bodies.

Snow-white blankets gently covered the ground, like a curtain separating me from the rest of the world. I lay alone in the snow, in a near-death doze, feeling my every breath melt into the cold air. The narcotic coolness enveloped my body like the icy fingers of death, but at the same time it awakened memories that had long warmed my heart.

Jacob faces difficulties in life. A poor, unprofitable life and a loss of trust in the real world around him pushes him to bad thoughts and actions, but at one moment, like an angel, his savior appears ... !SPOILER ALERT! The death of the main characters...

The Dark Lord keeps the whole Continent in terror and fear! A group of brave heroes led by the Prince of the South are moving forward in search of the Chosen One.A typical plot don't you think?In the end Evil will either fall under or go over to the side of good which usually happens but. And if the Villain gets into the camp of Heroes and goes with them in search of the Chosen One?What to do and what will happen?Here is the Lord of Darkness–Mikael doesn't know. But he got into this situation.

I got into the Underdale. I was surprised. At first I was scared, but then I became more confident!

Dazai, Chuuya, kisses they share and one that they didn't.

I know the fandom well and even played the game. But this fanfiction is not a canon, but only a thorn (oh, it's a pity😞)