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

[thirdrate]

[ As if he hasn't spent months and substantial doses of his paycheck humouring a lunatic. But as forcible detox diets go, he could do significantly worse than the work of a man (?) whose single life skill happens to be tea brewing.

He stays, but doesn't reclaim his seat, awkwardly working his legs in a few steps, left-right, back-forth, pace the room. There's a fellow. ]

Remind me why I should humour an all but convicted criminal. Just. Remind me.

[pruning]

[Well that's just sad. Like a stubborn child.]

It's free?

[Tea and cookies, free - unless the price of one (1) dignity is that big a deal. He moves to take the cups to be washed, then pauses and glances over his shoulder.]

If you're just going to stand there, you could pick up the plates.

[Cookie Tower 2.0 is nearing the end of its time.]

[thirdrate]

[ He's seen summer flicks that begin like this: give D a nice skirt and an adult phone line operator personality, and he could hustle his way into the gig of the 'exotic seductress' trying to lure the naive hero into the back room, where a thousand horrors lie in wait.

There are horrors back there, this much he knows with certainty; he's seen the size of those gerbils. That's just not healthy, man.

But he is a Hero, not a hero, and so he owes it to himself and his legion of invisible fangirls to sigh wistfully, pick up the plates, wipe the table crudely with the side of his hand, and, inevitably, follow. ]

Anything else, Lord and Master? Thought the host wasn't supposed to get the guest up and about. Or do they do it different in -- ...which part of China was it?

[pruning]

[The only horrors are the crumbs that fail to meet the plate and wind up on his very clean floor. D considers scolding, but he will not, for he is Merciful.]

You haven't heard of it.

[He is fairly certain that if it isn't Beijing then Leon hasn't heard of it, leaving aside all complications of obscure geography.

The kitchen, to its credit, is not crawling with massive gerbils or indeed any animals at all. It's also just as oddly decorated and antique as the rest of the shop. The cups go into the sink before he turns to take the plates.]

Don't complain. [He's gripping the edge of the plates the way one might squeeze hands, if that were, you know, permissible. Is he serious or full of it? The mystery deepens.] I couldn't let you brood out there all alone.

[thirdrate]

[ More importantly, the kitchen, to D's even greater credit, does not second as the international headquarters of every cake, cupcake, and sweet pastry in known existence.

Leon can't help but nod away in proud satisfaction. Good work, D. One day, you might have the hopes of considering considering considering considering considering giving up that unfortunate addiction.

As for the unfortunate habit of getting entirely too close for Leon's comfort, he can't say. ]

I'm touched.

[ Hopefully, not literally in the immediate future. He surrenders the dishware, carefully ensures it leaves him in one piece. ]

It's fine. I don't plan to be anything but fine. Next time, I'll... I'll get you some nice little. Vanilla puff stuff. Can't pronounce. That stuff. You'll get a kick out of it.

[pruning]

[Well, that could be anything, vanilla and with a difficult name. The mystery makes it more enticing; he may need a moment.]

How generous.

[The plates join their brothers in the sink and the future is now!! - D pats his arm. Non-threateningly. In some parallel universe it might even pass for a genuine gesture of comfort, without the extra two-parts-condescension.]

I trust your resilience, Detective. You needn't live in fear of my sympathy.

[To the actual purpose of coming in here, though: tea. Allow him to fetch the pot.]

Now, I've the most delicious spice tea to try...