hurt / comfort

[kristaliske]

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. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. 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...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.

Comments

[colorofthesky]

[ That's...what?

Zack gives Angeal a baffled look. He just sassed a First and made a fool of himself, and now he's supposed to meet said First again early in the morning...?

He pushes himself up with some effort, his expression...honestly confused. ]

...Sir?

[ Is this going to be some kind of punishment, or is it really what it sounds like? ]

[giftedistheterm]

[There's a smile waiting when Mavros looks back, small but unmistakable. It's tempting to let the nightmare slip away again to lurk in his subconscious and just embrace what Mavros is offering. But Simon knows better by now...it'll come back no matter how thorough and pleasant a distraction he manages to get lost in.]

Maybe. I wouldn't say no to another game...we'll just have to see how the mood is later on.

[His eyes glance past Mavros briefly, noting the steam curling from the kettle's spout that isn't quite fast enough to whistle yet. He nods towards the stove. Hot enough to steep quickly, but not hot enough to scorch the leaves.]

It should be ready. So you 'rode', huh?

[recke]

[ no. no that won't help him, but all the same, agron sort of wants to be coddled. he can't even remember the last time he was coddled—or if he even was in his entire life. but, he feels that maybe he deserves it a little bit now.

except it would probably just irritate him even more if nasir did it at all.

so he says nothing, just draws his lips into a slight scowl and turns his head away. it's not that he wants to argue with nasir now that he's back, in fact, he wants to do the opposite. except when nasir begins to clean the nail wound, a sharp breath is drawn and he wants to ball his hand into a fist, jerk his arm away, something. but he can't. ]

Fuck.

[ agron's eyes close and his breathing is a bit unsteady. when he speaks, his voice is strained and breathless. ]

Apologies. It had not been intended to imply you are not worth living for—you are more than enough.

[homuncionem]

[Nasir keeps his grip steady, and quickly moves to clean and treat the wound with the poultice, before wrapping fresh cloth against it. He did press his lips to Agron's palm before placing the hand down.

Shifting, he placed a hand on Agron's face, his thumb brushing against a cheekbone.]

I would accept if I was not--I just hope I can be worth that much.

[recke]

[ it burns like the fires of hell the moment the poultice is spread over the wound. if he were lesser, he'd be pitching a god sized fit, but he's already made an ass out of himself by acting like a huge child.

agron turns into nasir's hand, softly pressing a kiss into the palm of his hand and nuzzling against it for just a moment. and though he takes his time to upturn his gaze to nasir's face. ]

Never accept that you are not enough, but know that you are. [ he smiles a little ] More than I am able to fucking afford.

[singularlygifted]

[She was already judging him, okay? She was judging him from the get-go and there was nothing he could do to fix her judgements of him ever ever ever.]

I never said I-- And she doesn't get to finish it, because he moves.

Lily gasps, but the next thing she knows, she's with him and they're falling and oh god they're going to die, death by James Potter's Stupidity, it was always bound to happen and-- wait. Wait what are-- she glances over to see the paintings whiz by as they slide, only vaguely aware of just how close James had gotten-- and he was going to get yelled at for it, later, when she realized-- and instead of a scream, she laughs, her frown spreading across her face in a smile. Oh my god, she was sliding down a Hogwarts staircase. And it was fun!

[homuncionem]

[Nasir chuckles at that, happy to see that smile once more, to know that it can still exist--that his Agron is still there, underneath all of the pain.]

Tis the gift of being a freed slave. I am not used to charging anything, let alone a high price. So you are in luck.

[He leans down to press a kiss to those lives he loves, partially for an apology for what he must ask next.]

I need to have you sit up, so that I may bind your chest.

[looksyoung]

[He blinked a few times, looking the other man over. He looked horrible! He sounded horrible, too! Without another word, he moved forward and pressed a hand to his forehead, lips turning down into a frown.]

You're burning up! Why didn't you call me?!

[Shouta turned quickly and made his way into the bathroom, grabbing up a clean washcloth. Well now he really felt horrible about being mad at Yukina. How long had he been laying there?!]

[yukinakou]

You're busy with work. I also didn't want you to come here since you might get sick. If you get sick, you'll have to take off and then work will pile up. At that rate, I will never see you again.

[He tried to push him away but soon found that he wasn't there anymore. H-Huh? Where had he gone. Wait was this a dream. Ugh. He felt worse now that he was awake.]

[looksyoung]

[Shouta found his way back to the man's side, sitting down on the bed with the damp cloth. He reached out and laid it on his forehead for a second, then slowly began wiping his face with it. The worried expression never left his face.]

I'm going to get some medicine. You need to break that fever.

/here to save the day!

[jarvisconsole]

Jarvis was busy trying to access different lines of coding within the system he'd found himself in. It's almost by chance he comes across the webcam, finding he can look and scan across the room.

There was Cynric...and he seemed to be in distress. The webcam didn't pan downwards far enough to see his own body mangled beyond repair.

Ah, there were the speakers. Jarvis connects into them...

"Are you quite alright, sir?" says the computer in Jarvis' voice.

/still sobbing, but maybe happier sobbing

[hamelinic]

It's jarring. His head snaps up, eyes scanning the broken form for any sign of life, any slight glow of blue. There isn't any. There's still only something broken.

Maybe he's going mad. Maybe grief is breaking him into hallucination.

"--Jarvis?"

He can't help but hope it's not madness.

/hugs

[jarvisconsole]

Jarvis' voice is a little more urgent. "Your hand is injured, you should stop it from leaking." He could see the blood oozing out of the cut on Cynric's hand.

His voice is definitely coming from the computer speakers. There's not a flicker from the android's body.

[hamelinic]

It's hard to focus with his emotions roiling all over the place. It's hard to actually believe that the voice is coming from somewhere else.

His attention drops briefly to his hand, but he ignores it largely in favour of glancing around the work table again.

"Where-- are you, Jarvis?"

[jarvisconsole]

...actually, Jarvis wasn't completely sure himself. He just knew this was a safer place to be.

Surely Cynric could see him, right? "I am here." A pause. "You are still leaking." Wasn't that more important? Jarvis wasn't injured anymore, Cynric was.

A few lights flash in sequence on the computer's panel in time to Jarvis' voice.

[hamelinic]

The flashing lights help direct his attention. He focuses without understanding for a moment before reaching out, still neglecting completely the cut across his palm as he presses a hand to the monitor.

"How'd you-- You're all right? In-- there?"

It's so much more important than the fact he's bleeding.

[jarvisconsole]

It takes a minute for Jarvis to try and run a diagnostic. His software is all intact, however there is zero feedback from his hardware that he no longer has.

"My software is intact. There was more room in here." It's as best an explanation he can come up with. The webcam moves slightly, keeping with Cynric's movements.

[hamelinic]

"I'm so-- sorry." He can't help himself from falling back to it. He can't stop emotion from flooding when relief is hitting him this hard, when his entire being is shuddering slightly from knowing his friend isn't lost forever. "That you-- were taken and-- that your body got-- trashed like this."

[jarvisconsole]

He may have lost some of that in translation.

"...my body was thrown away?" Already in the trash?

"I was not quick enough to prevent a system shut down." So he abandoned ship, so to speak. "Please attend to your hand, I cannot help." Did Jarvis sound worried? Maybe.

[hamelinic]

"No, just... going t' be difficult to salvage even bits of."

But he could rebuild it. He could make it happen again. He'd add the improvements they'd been half-discussing, fix things that had been inefficient.

They'd be all right again. And part of that, of course, would be getting his hand wrapped, no matter how much he was clearly currently fumbling with getting the nearest scrap of fabric tied around it.

[jarvisconsole]

"I see."

This was a new feeling, Jarvis was unused to it. As if something was missing...an empty piece of something.

Loss of the familiar.

"It cannot be fixed?" Cynric could fix lots of things. Was this something that he couldn't fix?

[hamelinic]

It took a moment to get the scrap of fabric knotted, the simple task seeming almost insurmountable as the lingering exhaustion and dull throbbing pain of the cut began catching up with him, adrenaline wearing off slowly.

"...parts of it can't be. I'll have to-- build a lot of it back from scratch. You don't... mind being in... there while we work on it?"

Rather than in a broken shell.

[thescaronhisface]

[Kovu nods.

Even for the few moments that she's gone, he finds "alone" to be a much stronger feeling than it had ever been before. He wasn't often in anyone else's homes, and he'd never been trusted before to be in any room of another's house by himself.

But amazed as he is at how welcoming Fluttershy is, and at her trust of him, he can't help but wish she hadn't left him here with only his thoughts for company. There isn't anything left to think about that doesn't make him either more angry, or more depressed.]

[jarvisconsole]

So things were not completely un-fix...able. If that was a word.

"It is...bigger." Roomy but without any limbs to move or eyes to see. Just a virtual landscape he can interface with. A few lights blink on and off. "You are distressed." And Jarvis once again is more worried about Cynric than his own safety.

One upside of this though, Cynric could actually look through all of those complex coding that Jarvis has been accumulating with all of his learning and adapting.

[strengthinkindness]

[Soon Fluttershy returns with a glass of water and the First Aid kit under her arm. Placing the kit down on a table, she offers the glass to Kovu.]

Here...