Hurt/Comfort Meme

[my_belfry_of_fun]

Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...

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INSOMNIA (Alex x Yuna)

[whereishe]

I knew I would find you here.

[Her voice is soft, rising over the soft crickets that echo in the night. It has been a week since Alex brought her to his world and each day has been spent running. They can't even get close to his sister to help her and she knows the pain might be killing him.

Yuna moves slowly across the roof not looking to fall of the steep edge. She takes a seat next to him, her fingers lightly reaching for his.]

Why not come to bed? I'll keep the darkness away.

[It doesn't matter what world they travel too. She'll always fight for him and with him. Even if it's a small comfort she can do that much.]

Re: INSOMNIA (Alex x Yuna)

[lessandmorethanhuman]

[They'd gotten out of the city; which was in recovery. With Yuna's help--the water hadn't posed as much a problem for boxing Alex into Manhattan. Heck, with Yuna--not a lot had been able to box them both in, and it was almost child's play to escape. Not that he'd not done his best to persuade her to not come. His world...his city, and the unfinished business--it was dangerous. They'd argued about it logically, and illogically. Shouted, fought, kissed, made up, and then the cycle repeated, and he'd been surprised to find that HE gave up before she did.

Stubborn. Beautiful, stubborn, wise, kind, amazing, infuriating, worrisome... That was just the traits and emotions he could put names to easily, describing their discussions. But she'd won, and come with him, and they'd been running. The city wasn't on as tight lock-down, but it was still locked down hard. Somewhere in there was Dana, and Dr. Ragland. Were they safe? Were they captured?

The news reports they'd seen were all keeping to the party-line; Alex was still # 1 most wanted on several US criminal lists. And ironically he was just across a state line in Jersey--which might've been better or worse than a city full of marines and Black Watch gunning for his blood. Yuna was actually far more helpful than she'd realized--she was a wild card and could go places Alex couldn't, certainly. But she had talents and skills that the people hunting him had no CLUE how to counter.

Not that it did them much good, as he needed a plan. Mind racing...voices loud whenever he closed his eyes. Except when she soothed them. Which took energy. Which he didn't want her to waste. Which lead to their current predicament. More than easy to tangle their fingers, twining his with her own as she sought them out without looking. Squeezing, other leg up and arm resting on it as he looked out.]

Don't want you wasting your energy. Not when lack of sleep won't kill me.

[Not unless he didn't sleep for a month or so. Maybe longer. Not human, so who knows how long he could actually go without sleep for his health. Sanity was another problem--but he wasn't sane to begin with.]

INSOMNIA (Alex x Yuna)

[whereishe]

[Yuna can't even begin to guess the rang of thoughts going on in Alex's head. She takes a place next to him, lightly resting her side against his as they sat beneath the dark night dotted and stripped with stars.]

Leaving you with your thoughts can be just as damaging Alex.

[Her voice is soft and kind, her aim to sooth him. She lightly brushes her lips against his cheek before her blue green gaze sought his.]

We'll think of a plan together. [She's getting used to this world.] I'm here to help.

[A slight smile pulls at her lips as she lightly kisses his cheek again.]

We don't have to sleep.

12-TIRED! Vincent and Lucrecia--MoL-Setting (AU?)--Early May?

[bloodypast]

A few months, since the arrival and knowledge that the Heroes of Light based in Aquares Ixen were not the only "Heroes" of Light to exist. Integration between the groups had been hard, given that many of the AI based Heroes were still reeling from feelings of insecurity and uncertainty after the Sage's vision of a horrible future plagued by in-fighting. Emotions were high and the city was more tense than usual.

The lightheartedness of the Hypello's Choco-Egg day and their celebration, had only been marred by new reports of spreading crystalization from the calamity and reports of sightings of the Ultima WEAPON. No location could be confirmed, but Santa's Village, which was open to former Heran Empire refugees, had been placed more on guard. Heroes of Light in particular had come to help secure the Heran's places, and to check out the threat.

More quietly, there were disagreements among Heroes in AI, regarding what to research and how. Those whom had been gifted the 'vision' argued against experimenting with the portal. Frustratingly, Palitutu's research was cryptic at best, when it was found. Progress was slow, if steady.

There had also been increased sightings and monster-attacks as spring moved into the world. Disturbingly--this affected the giant sized monsters as well, leading to the need to deal with them. Mating season made for more aggressive wildlife.

Privately, Vincent found the solace of the Library more and more in exchange for the lack of quiet outside of it. There had been arguments with Yuffie (although not to the degree they had fought at Aquares Tosf), warnings to Lucrecia about what she would find, when she visited the hospital or made contact with her son, defusing Barret's hatred for ShinRa to actually work with the resident Turks... The man refused to work with Sephiroth and had been forcibly discouraged from shooting him.

Then there was a resurgence in a mysterious Matchmaking Hero's efforts, along with the discovery that the Barkeep had written fictional stories featuring his fellow Heroes. Romantic, insane, it didn't seem to matter--and few Heroes had been spared.

One of the few bright spots to the busy-insanity (and likely the only reason his fights with Yuffie weren't worse) was that Vincent was healing. Sort of; he and Lucrecia were talking, and working with each other again. Perhaps even more, regaining some measure of the friendship they had once had. Being from the same point in their time-lines, respectively, helped--and with so much that each had been through disagreements were brief. Brief, and then quickly talked over, in an attempt to avoid causing each other further pain.

In any case, the gunslinger had helped her to settle into Aquares Ixen, and Ophelia was now a regular contact and mail-person for them both. She had been unhappy until Vincent had explained, telling his companion enough of his past that she got it. (He'd been mildly embarrassed by the hug she'd given him afterwards, and heartened by the reminder that she cared and was protective.)

Working together had involved more than simply helping her gain their bearings. Like all Heroes, they had been dealing with various aspects of various crises, and had been thrown together in battle against monsters together at times. It was a new role for Vincent to see her in, given she had never been a fighter of any kind.

She still wasn't, Lucrecia bearing the jobs of Scholar and Programmer. The support role was where she was best suited, but Vincent did not fault her for it. He could read her easily, see her need to help others and protect and fight to keep them safe, as her way of atoning. In turn, part of his own atonement involved once more doing his best to keep her safe.

Consequently, his shifts at the Library were something of a relief. His coworker was finally pleased, as Vincent all but dropped calling her 'miss' Sheena, unless he was in a particular mood to poke at her. The two had actually started utilizing their Job skills to make their shifts easier in fact. Ceiling Walking, smoke bomb for quick movements, time magic--all making organizing the messy shelves a much simpler task. Even if it was sometimes disturbing for patrons, the two Heroes considered it an informal game between them.

In the middle of one such shift no less, as Vincent was in the midst of organizing a book cart when a moogle-page approached him. "Mr. Valentine kupo! You have a visitor!" Unusual, and he was close enough to finishing his shift...

"I'll be with them shortly." The little moogle-page flitted off, and the gunslinger moved to finish stocking his cart to take to Sheena, currently on the ceiling waiting to restock them on the high shelves. An apology, and explanation that she would have to get them herself rather than have him toss them to her. She teased him for cutting out of his shift early, which earned her a 'Miss' and the barest of smirks in amusement, before he headed for the main circulation desk.

Directed from there to one of the quieter study-alcoves, where his guest had chosen to wait.

(Definitely AU since most other Heroes gonna be crystal in a few days *sob*)

[toomanymistakes]

Yet for as much as she devoted into her time in Palitutu's laboratory, fewer and fewer answers were being discovered. It was maddening to say the least, and more than once she found herself pondering if she would have better luck trying o find her own way back to Hera and obtain more answers from Kalki's files. Everything was so fragmented, sometimes it felt as though it was being leaked in segments purposely despite all efforts to figure out the patterns to the Tarutaru's research.

It was almost odd in an uncanny sense that she was finding less and less solace from the disagreements amongst the Heroes and the needs of the planet's residents in her work like she used to. Almost like she'd had at her absolute lowest point.

It had been a few months since she'd been reunited with Vincent and finally met her son. The opportunity to mend those relationships had been enough to keep her going. Yet with roadblock after roadblock, fight after fight that she tried to support the others in battle. All these setbacks were beginning to wear on her already guilt-worn heart. Talks with Ophelia had helped some, including the little secret of Vincent's storytelling time (which she promised never to speak of). Yet the days still seemed to grow longer, and perhaps that was why she left her work early before she take out her frustration on yet another keyboard.

Things would not progress any further if she could not keep a clear head, but for now she was done. Done trying to metaphorically slam her face into the metaphysical brick wall that was the cryptic mess she stared at for hours on end. Done not being able to do much beyond look on from the back row, trying to cover and amplify the others' skills. Though at least with the latter, she felt it was getting them somewhere. Until they figured out how to decifer the rest of the code, the former wouldn't likely change.

While she left early, Lucrecia had no idea where to even go. Her thoughts were still so scattered, trying to locate a pattern in the fragment of the data she'd seen last, that she didn't notice where her feet were guiding her until she neared the Library. Looking at the time, it wasn't long before Vincent would be done with his own shift. Maybe stopping by would help, quiet as it usually was. ...Well, when he and Sheena weren't challenging each other to see who would finish organizing shelves first.

Then again, when weren't they? It always seemed to be a constant whenever she decided to stop by on a day off, mainly looking to see if there were any books with a similar cryptic language as what she'd seen the day before.

Heading inside to one of the study-alcoves away from even the quiet bustle of others studying, she sent a message to Vincent before sitting down in one of the reading chairs. Her exhaustion and exasperation was likely far too obvious, because she had hopes the moogle-page would have told him to meet her after his shift ended in hopes of at least calming herself down on her own for a moment and just appreciate the silence and smell of thousands of books lining the shelves. The footsteps approaching the alcove told her otherwise.

"Hello, Vincent," she greeting him slightly apologetic; she hadn't meant to interrupt his work hours, after all.

[bloodypast]

It wasn't a huge delay and his record was good--so leaving early this time was unlikely to earn him any trouble. Certainly once he realized who the visitor was, he was glad he had decided to take the few extra minutes rather than make them wait. Moving forward enough into her line of sight, work 'uniform' much as she'd seen him the first time they'd reunited.

Only off-duty or on missions did he seem to not wear the suit, instead donning the familiar mantle and gauntlet and leathers. Perhaps it was a sense of propriety for the 'job'--as he had no problems moving in either outfit. Regardless, it still felt like deja-vu for a heartbeat each time Vincent encountered her, while in his 'work' uniform. SO much like 30 years before and yet so very different.

Nodding, then his head tilting and crimson eyes were studying her. Reading the signs of exhaustion, frustration. "Long day?" Unnecessary perhaps, but his way of asking for details. Inviting her to be as specific or vague, but asking for information all the same.

insomnia (with whoever you'd like to throw at me!)

[complementing]

For the most part, Minako sees her seemingly bottomless well of energy as a good thing. Back on her own world, it kept her going through long school days, longer Tartarus runs, and the slow crawl towards something she couldn't fathom but always had a small inkling about. It has its uses here too, in this world between worlds where so many different people meet. There's always something to do, somewhere that her skills and strength are needed, and Minako is grateful she continues to possess the energy to push forward for all her new friends just one more time, just one more time. It does come at a price, though. She's learned to accept that sleepless nights are part and parcel of that energy. Nights where the little voice inside her can't quiet down. Tonight is one of those nights. Minako is perched on one of the stone walls outside, her feet dangling about a hundred feet above the air and head tilted back, staring up at the full moon. It's nearing three in the morning, and there's only the soft whisper of wind around the castle, as well as her barely audible humming.

Sorta 10/12/18 mishmash - for Raven!

[shrivemegraceless]

The old house had been quiet for a long time. Most of them had given up on anyone buying their residence after death. Most of the ghosts had gone hazy and forgetful, losing energy and purpose. Tate had not, wounded too recently by Violet's hatred and betrayal, her declaration she certainly didn't love him and couldn't forgive him. He was lurking in the dusty kitchen when he heard someone enter the house. He looked up with interest, and let himself shift to the foyer.

A girl, with dark hair and a strange cloak.

Tate watched her a moment, the materealized in front of the door. Dead, he couln't leave the house, trapped here like every other soul who had died on the grounds, but he knew all about how to appear as if he could. So in the doorway, as if he'd followed her in.

"Hey. You're not supposed to be here." The house didn't always take kindly to trespassers. The twins were proof of that.

Lemme know if you need more information. ^^

[azrthmtrnznthos]

Under her cloak, Raven wore civilian clothing. Cowl down, but she figured some eccentricity was expected. The rumors about this house had been numerous and perhaps a little theatricality would calm anyone that yes, she knew what she was doing. Dark jeans and boots, a loose black top over that--it wasn't terribly different from her Titan's uniform, simply more covering if anything.

Nor was she surprised--considering her Empathy had warned her even after she'd braced herself, on stepping inside. Simply turning to her new companion. "Yes, I am. I own it." Would he like to see the deed? Robin had assured her that through his connections it was possible. He'd helped arrange it and she had the paperwork in her messenger bag along with some other supplies.

[shrivemegraceless]

Tate blinked in surprise, then perked up. The atmosphere in the immediate area warmed and became less threatening as the house responded to his mood shift. "Oh, you do? You bought it?"

That could be good. She might bring more life into the house, wake them all up again.

"You heard the stories, right?" He was pretty sure she'd at least been told the former owners had died in the house, as full disclosure by the real estate agent. But she might not have been told that they were not the only set of owners to die in here, just the latest.

INJURY (Sasami and Fluttershy)

[saint_sami]

There was the sounds of groaning as Sasami started to come to. The first thing that came to mind was trying to remember not to let Washu use her as a guinea pig again. Bad things tend to happen. Of course, it didn't seem too bad.

There was a small hiss as she tried to sit up. Pain coursed through her. Wherever she landed, she landed pretty badly.

"Wh-where...?" Sasami uttered, trying to look around at her surroundings. "Is anyone here? Hello?"

Re: INJURY (Sasami and Fluttershy)

[sharing_kindness]

It was likely due to the shock, as well as different surroundings, that Sasami didn't recognize it was a well-kept garden. There was some humming and twitters as well, which ceased as she'd called out, before the birdsong started again. This time with a distinct questioning tone.
"Shhshh, it's okay." A gentle voice soothed. "Please, just calm down." Listening to the birds, and there were gentle steps across the grass. "Oh my!" Surprise, a hint of fear, and some concern all mingled into the exclamation.

The voice belonged to a soft yellow....pony. A small horse, although not quite a proper horse. With large eyes, and pale pink hair, and...wings? Trotting carefully closer, skittish. "um...hello?"

[saint_sami]

"Who...?" Sasami was able to get her bearings straight enough to see where she was... and find the winged horse by her side, gasping in surprise.

"A horse...?!"

Insomnia

[letteropener]

Celestia can't sleep.

This wasn't the first time she'd had this problem. The last time had been a thousand years ago. Not surprising when she was used to a sister who watched over her dreams and then lost her. And now, just as she'd gotten Luna back, she'd lost her again.

Little surprise the pony paced late at night, rummaging around for snacks that wouldn't truly satisfy her but might distract her nonetheless.

light TFS setting--with a shinki for once?

[mighty_masked_mallard]

Not having his memories made things more difficult, certainly--but the climate in heaven had been supportive. So far. Drake had tried to conceal his surprise, and occasional hurt, that others cast him weird looks--Puhleeze, everyone else looked strange to him! But he got through it, shrugging it all off with bravado. That he could back up. Sometimes.

The Goddess who named him was understanding though, and Drake appreciated it that if he must be strange--at least he was partnered with someone just as strange. (And strange wasn't a bad thing.) But still, his memories offered little clues other than that he held a costume and alternate name, not tied to his vessel-form apparently. To the library it was, as he attempted to learn about his new world and role and fill in the gaps (albeit discreetly) in his lack of memories.

Which is, in part, why he was awake so late at night. Not that he hadn't found himself normally being more of a night person, but he'd been trying to adapt. It was especially ironic in some ways that his Goddess was in charge of the Sun.

Nevertheless, his late-night-learning from having raided the library was interrupted with the sound of pacing and rummaging. Sharpened instincts immediately sounded the alert, even as his imagination jumped to intrusions of a hostile nature. Ayakashi? More mundane threats?

It didn't matter, as the flashlight (under his blanket) was extinguished, and then Drake was creeping in the shadows. Already his mind slipping himself into his other persona, of Darkwing. The cape and hat were never far behind, as was the mask (however pointless it might seem), as he crept out of his room.

Keeping to the shadows, stealthily sliding from one stygian pool to another, silently. The kitchen? The light of the open fridge aided him as much as it would hinder his target. (Never mind that it also meant he couldn't properly make out the form...)

"Ah HA!" Entrance planned perfectly as he leapt upon the table, crouched (and with the high ground) and in sillouhette.

[letteropener]

"Eek," Celestia said, flatly though not without a core of humor. "Help. I surrender."

She banged the door shut, then turned to point the bag of carrots at her shinki like a weapon -- or a waggled finger. "Unless I'm allowed to be here. In my own refrigerator. In my own temple. Again."

TFS--angst incoming :D They can be there for each other

[light_of_willpower]

Celestia wasn't the only one who paced at night on occasion; her shinki just did so outside more often than not. Looking up at the stars, or walking around her temple grounds--so different than his former Goddess's. But Mai had vanished, leaving Caireen to reincarnate again somehow--and leaving Trunks without one of his closest friends as well as his Goddess and partner.

Not that he wasn't grateful for his other friends, especially Celestia. Not only renaming him as her vessel, but also helping be there for him through the initial loss. But nightmares were often still a thing. Added to a few memories he'd recovered and Trunks had realized they'd been common in his life too.

He was on his way outside--to go pace, stare at the stars maybe--due to a bout of his own insomnia, when he heard the noise from the kitchen. Detouring instead, to come and make sure Celestia was alright. Making enough noise hopefully, that even before the cough to let her know he was there, she wouldn't be startled.

[letteropener]

Oh, drat. Caught.

Well, there was no pretending now. Celestia lifted her head up out of the fridge to smile at him over the door. "Another late night for both of us, I see."

Re: Insomnia--out of the temple

[light_of_willpower]

Clean up from the late night snack had gone reasonably swiftly. There wasn't much to do, pre-cleaning wise, and so it wasn't too much longer before shinki and goddess were outside the temple. As usual, whenever he was summoned into his vessel form, Trunks took a moment to shake himself out if he had the luxury. Mostly because the new shape took some getting used to. Always that brief period of adjustment to new limbs, new proportions. It hadn't yet been a liability in combat, thankfully.

Still, stretching his wings, and then looking to Celestia to lead the way. As usual in the heavens it was a clear sky, with a multitude of stars visible. He shoved down a pang of nostalgic pain, trying to focus on the good times.

INJURY (Soma and Anju)

[notquitedracula]

[You don't often see large fruitbats in Japan. Especially not solid white ones, which are pretty rare no matter where you go. But this one's definitely there, and just as definitely injured - it appears to have a broken wing. No telling what caused it - it's lying in the park, and has been there for some time from the look of it. Long enough that it's started to attract some attention - and not the friendly kind.]

Re: INJURY (Soma and Anju)

[dollwhisperer]

[Bats in the park weren't as unusual--nor was the presence of bats in this city in Japan. But a white-fruit-bat was certainly not normal. So this one is definitely observed (and being discussed) and attracting attention. Fortunately of the...if not friendly, at least neutral-type as well.

Which might explain why it's not much longer before a High-School girl (still in her uniform) with short auburn hair comes running, following a black bat that is leading the way.]

"He-hey, I mean, slow down! It's harder to see you when it's getting darker!"

[She's not alone though, as a boy in the same uniform, and about her age, is running behind her.]

Maaka! Wait!

[Either she hadn't noticed the unfriendly attention crowding the white bat, or she hadn't noticed the white bat yet. But the black bat leading the way has, and slows its headlong flight. It's with some flailing that Karin manages to at least not trip, as she slows to a sudden stop.

Kenta grabbing her arm probably helped, as he certainly noticed what the bat was leading them to.]

Woah...Maaka wait, look!

Injured - whoever you’d like

[clouded_moon]

Some days Izumo wasn’t sure the perks of his job outweighed the risks. Today was one of those days. He perched on the hotel bed, holding pressure on his thigh, and sighed.

“I mean your stitches might be straighter than mine but I’m pretty sure I’m just going pop them loose anyway, moves too much right here.”

He knew, he’d done this song and dance before.

OOC

[hamm3rtime]

3, 5, 6, 14, 15 or 18 are good for my Thor, if you wanted? I could write the TL?

Re: OOC

[whose_son_am_i]

I would love it! When are we setting roughly, so I can play appropriately? Loki is very different at various points. :) ANY of those would be nice.

[under_illusions]

3, 9, 10, 11, 12, 14, 15 or 18 are good for my Loki. Should I write the TL?