Tag "Hurt/Comfort" - Works and Original stories

In August, Mickey escapes his wedding, renounces a fictitious relationship, signs a chastity pact and heads to the airport. And then, as the Italians say, "Tutte le strade portano a Roma." This story is about the breath of life with the berry aftertaste of Passito di Pantelleria wine, about the transience of time with lemon notes of magnolia blossoms, about the thrill of first kisses with the cool sweetness of creamy Gelato. This story is about a man and his great love.

A story in which Balon Greyjoy's rebellion played a much bigger role for the Warden's of the North family. In which Jon Snow had to kill much earlier than he was ready, in which Catelyn Stark not only hated the bastard, but also tried to find out about his lineage, in which Arya loved her half-brother much more than sister can love, in which Ned Stark tries to protect every member of his family.

All good things come to an end - this is a known fact... But very often this can bring pain...

Draco loves to kiss his name on Hermione's wrists. No matter where - in the library, bedroom or corridor - he leaves an invisible seal: the property of Malfoy.

Linguang-jun decided to get rid of the rival to the throne in advance. And through whom is it easier to get close to the nephew, if not through his insignificant little human! It will be easier than a piece of cake!.. But is it really so?

A patient of a psychiatric hospital dies from beatings and moves into the body of Peeves, a poltergeist and the main joker of Hogwarts

One skeleton talked about his Pirate team

For my favourite movies.

She sat down opposite him and put hands on his chest. The fingers were barely visible through the bulky feathered wings. It seemed to him that invisible claws were tearing flesh and bones, looking for a way to the very heart. There was a bleeding hole in her own chest that she intended to fill. Long blond hair that became like a mane of feathers fell over her shoulders, but for the first time he did not want to touch it.

One day, tired of waiting for answers, Amber decided to find out why El Primo always wears a mask...

Black magic is not subject to study. It can only be tamed and not every person succeeds. This story is about April Potter, for whom the phrase "It won't hurt" has lost all meaning. What to do when there is only darkness ahead of you?

Since the day Odasaku died, Dazai hasn't shed a tear. He screamed, tore his hair, there was a lump in his throat that prevented him from breathing, and his eyes hurt from tears that wanted to pour out, but Dazai couldn't cry. He seemed to have broken down, unable to express all the pain that he experienced, and therefore it remained inside, painfully killing.

When Perry learns that Heinz has lost both his arms as a child and uses prosthetics, it adds a whole new level to their relationship, with Perry watching and listening a bit more closely, offering help, and Heinz learning to accept it. In the end, Heinz never regrets his decision to open up.

Herobrine really wanted a small creature called a “child,” but Alex is not sure that he can take care of him normally, so she offers him a test of responsibility.

Kuai Lieng was used to chasing ghosts, and knew that even the most elusive of them had their weaknesses. Therefore, squeezing Hanzo's palm tighter, he swore, knowing that Hasashi would read his thoughts: "I will get you, Hanzo Hasashi."

A drunken Jungkook starts the live stream and falls asleep without turning it off, revealing much more than he intended. The next morning, Jungkook's world falls apart.

The least he could do for a man who had saved the last of his family — was to take him to the stars. (Or: this came from crazy idea: where Wen Ruohan lines up corpses to say "marry me", and Wei Ying revives the corpses and rebuilds them into a clear "NO".)

Max's dream is to go to another dimension. The dimension of his favourite childhood cartoon. Luck is not always on his side, but on this day it reached out to him and he was able to go to the place he had wanted to go for so long, for his whole short childhood.

In the eyes of night, stars stand still, Melancholy, a shadow, in my soul does chill. Gray clouds drift, slow and low, Like echoes of a time, long ago.

In the deep silence of the twilight city, where the rain fell heavily on the cold asphalt, there was a lone human robot. His metal body glistened from the reflection of the street lamps, like a mirror reflecting the sad images of the past. He was created to serve, to perform tasks, but there was a secret hidden in his artificial heart, so deep that its light was reflected in his metal eyes.