my_belfry_of_fun | Hurt/Comfort Meme

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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From:

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.]

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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?"

From:

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.

From:

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.]

From:

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.