"Slacker!"
"Liar!"
"Stop it!"
Anyone seems to distinguish that Tragedy is the bad guy and that Comedy has jaunty attitude. All the more should they be mindful of the matter of fact that things are not always what they seem.
The night before battle, Hux lies perfectly still underneath his fur covers. They’re an uncomfortable weight pressing down on his body, leaving him sweltering in his own anxiety. He supresses the urge to kick them away. He cannot afford to behave like a s
Her dreams were strange, too, lately. It happens more often that she dreamed of herself without the strong, scaled fin, but with legs and feet.
She walked on the ground, not swimming with her own tide, and humans everywhere greeted and smiled at her, wi
When you were just a little child your mother has told you stories of princesses who found their princes and lived happily ever after. You'd loved these stories even though you'd known that they weren't real.
This is a short part of the Hurt/Comfort series from Kise´s perspective. This is about his own thoughts on the rapes he committed and lived through (both quite unkowingly). It will only make sense if you read other stories from this series.
Short stories set between during and or possibly after all games. Mostly about general conversations, mundane stuff or character development. Possible slight JoeyxRosa at some point, very slight, nothing heavy. Ratet T I guess for potential language and p
Everyone was tired and happy to sit down that evening. The smell of foul flesh was almost unbearable, and the place where we were resting was fuggy and damp. The presentiment of death was accompanying us on our journey, like a reliable companion.
So the prince had already heard about his arrival back at the capital. He wasn't surprised but couldn’t deny the excitement that sped up his heart at the thought of meeting him again. If the prince called for him, he must have missed him as well.
When Hanai cracked his eyes open, a small groan escaped his lips and the first thing he saw were two hazel eyes staring down at him. It took him a moment to realize that they belonged to a face – a freckled one – that was watching him closely.
And later the revelations with Pierce? Cain? Whoever, Lucifer didn’t care. Not when she wouldn’t even read his texts. He tried to call her one more time. And again she ignored him. Lucifer tried to ease his mind with a few songs on his beloved piano, but
„Don't you fucking dare using my body for those filthy acts!“
He didn't mean any harm. In fact he just wanted to get out, away from his brother, since they had a pretty harsh argument before.
Not too far away in the forest he saw where the others usually trained.
May your dreams bring you peace in the darkness
May you always rise over the rain
May the light from above, always lead you to love
May you stay in the arms of the angels
May you always be brave in the shadows
Till the sun shines upon you again
Hear this prayer in my
„Just say the word and I will bring you back.“
Carl feels hands on him, a hard wall in his back. He stares into hazel eyes that don’t lie. He believes every word and yet he doesn’t say the word. He doesn’t say anything in fact. He just stares.
Even now Ichimatsu could hardly believe he'd ended up in this situation. It all began on a Saturday five weeks ago when their brothers were out and their parents on a weekend trip, leaving only him and Jyushimatsu in the house.
This is a twin story to "Hurt" (both are Hurt/Comfort fanfictions, ingenious name-giving...). It is the same world and time-line, just from Kuroko's view instead of Takao's. It is a story about an Omega who seeks comfort after finding nothing but pain.
Maybe he really would sacrifice everything and everyone, just to save himself. But that would be over now. He couldn't really remember anyway. Wasn't his mother dead, only because of his actions? Did he choose to sacrifice his life for hers, just to right
This fanfic is a collaboration between Oogie-Boogie and Mama Aniki.
Loud House is owned by Nickelodeon and Chris Savino, who we want to thank for creating one of the funniest, largest familes in recent cartoon history.
Lucifer paced in his penthouse. Wings flaring out behind him, feathers sharp like razors cutting through the stone pillars and the furniture like nothing. And he didn’t care. He needed to find them but how? Did he miss something?
My stay in this city had been full of travel and surprise. Colorful shops and markets, illustrous restaurants and a feeling of endless enjoyment had been my companions on my way through the city.
´Always be polite, no matter the situation`, her mother taught her. She looks at the young man, looking at the cup and back at the young man again. “It’s true what they say… blondes are not really the smartest one around…”
“The rope, Daniel,” sighs the L
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