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.
Friends to lovers.
Corey and Aaron suffer the normal problems of teenage boys in high school. Trying to keep up a good performance on the football field and passing their classes while having family problems at home.They always end up finding comfort
Ronan grabbed the Stone just as fast as Peter did, his hand wrapping around the Terran's. With his last strength Peter tried to fight, but he failed. He felt an arm wrapping around his waist and pressing him against a body. Then he lost consciousness.
Noah felt dizzy when he opened his eyes. He couldn’t see much, but it seemed that he was still alive. Miserably as he was he tried to close his eyes again. It surely must have been a bad dream. Next time he opens his eyes he would find himself safe and so
When Vendals Army blindsinded them, it was too late to react.
Gideons degree of capacity utilisation constituted 100% to get the waverider up in the air at all, the demage was immense.
The team fought their way back to the ship but it was almost hopeless.
„And don’t dally again! Time’s money!”
“Of course,” Aymeric replied smiling and grabbed his bag a little firmer as he left his home. Exited, he walked down the streets of the Foundation. The roads were still empty and a cold wind blew through the street
Once upon a time, when the world had yet not taken its current shape, six mighty peoples reigned over Eos.
In the High Mountains lived the Archaeans, a proud tribe with strong legs and a strong will. Their legs would take them over far distances in no
It was the middle of the night when Dustfinger entered the little house in Capricorn's village. It was familiar to him by now, he had been here many and many times before. It was like home; a twisted, toxic, unhealthy kind of home, but still the only bit
Walking home is not a particular thing, is it? But everytime you do not expect a change, the change happens... and suddenly I see the Doctor in the crowd. In the middle of Berlin, my hometown for over 28 years. How can this be?
If you wanted a song
written about you
You should ask the stars
Cause you broke my voice
when you've gone
I can't sing you a lullaby
But I can show you
What I dream at night
and for what I wish when I wake
You're not here anymore
But I can't deny
He stands behind me as I sit in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee, laying his hands around my shoulders. I close my eyes for a second to enjoy the feeling of his gentle touch. Then his hands wander upwards to my throat and fasten my leather collar around my neck.
Dramione, Non-magical AU, Early Roman Republic. Laws are made by men and are as faulty as their creators. While they may pretend they are the gods’ will, you know better. And even if they were right – the gods are as imperfect as we are. So stand up and c
"Where is Yukimura?" Sasuke was wondering. He didn't show up like he normally do. Also Sasuke couldn't hear his noisy voice screaming "Oyakata-sama" somewhere. So he got worried and started to search for him.
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.