wintercrazed | The Hurt/Comfort Meme

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The 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. 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...

From Bakerstreet

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[It happened so suddenly, where the dream world was heralded by strange feathers falling from the sky last time, this was only darkness swallowing up the sleeping. It didn't feel like the force that was responsible last time, that much Maka was able to tell.

She is also able to tell that the dream she's in isn't her own...though, actually, it might be more accurate to say "nightmare." It's poorly lit and there's a smell like death, but ahead she sees two figures--one advancing towards the other. It takes a moment, but Maka recognizes the yellow coat and realizes, to her horror, it's Kaneki being beared down upon.

Maka doesn't think, she acts, she runs forward and skids between the two of them, raising up her fists and striking out with a left hook.

Once she does, the sign that she made a terrible mistake hits her.

The offender falls back, growls out a curse, then...something, some appendage emerges from him and lashes out to her.

Dodging would only have it hit Kaneki. Maka holds her ground and grabs onto the thing--]

Ah.

[It slices into her palms and stabs into her stomach, straight on through.

Hands bleeding and shaking, Maka raises them up to her mouth to keep the blood from spilling out there. It doesn't help, she chokes and coughs out the bitter liquid even as the appendage retracts and raises up again for a second strike--probably more fatal.

It's just a nightmare. Stay strong. Don't stand down. You won't die here.

Her thoughts repeat over and over, Maka squares her shoulders and stares up defiantly at the enemy.]

Get...get out of here, Ken, run.

[Some deep part of him knows this is a nightmare. He's back in Tokyo but the memories are still there, nothing faded or went away, unless what people had been telling him about that just simply wasn't true. The figure bearing down on him was faceless (was it Rize? Nishiki? He honestly couldn't tell) and like with all dreams like this he can't escape no matter how hard he runs. He had fallen just seconds prior, helpless to stare up at his attacker while half lying on the ground, his head throbbing but his fear so paralyzing that he can't think to scream.

It's only when there's a sudden blur of motion, a strike too fast to see and then a wash of heat as Maka's blood splatters over him, staining his front. Only then does he react, and when he does his voice doesn't sound like his own.]

Maka!

[She won't survive a second blow. It's remarkable that she's even standing now, and if she hadn't come out of completely nowhere she wouldn't have gotten that strike in, either. Fists are no match against a ghoul. Not even a blade would suffice, if she possessed one to fight with.

A sharp sound rents the air as the back of his coat suddenly splits open, his body jerking with the force of his kagune rushing out of his body. He's jerked to his feet by it, like a puppet on strings. It acts almost instinctively. He doesn't have to think. It just moves like a snake poised to strike, crashing into the other figure's kagune with a horrible clash of flesh while the other half shoves Maka aside.]

[Given the blow came from behind, Maka wasn't expecting it and rolls uselessly after being shoved aside, only a little energy left in her to push herself into sitting up, pressing her hands into her wound to staunch the flow.]

Ke...?

[The shock of the it all left her numb to the pain, to the noises and fighting--it sounds like she's been submerged in water with blurring vision to boot. That's not a good sign, Maka has to keep her focus and stay awake (as awake as one can while in a dream world) yet...something about what she's witnessing doesn't seem real. What did Kaneki do? What are those things coming out of the pair locked in confrontation? The only thing her senses tell is that it's not human.

Neither of them are.

Right...he's not... This must have been what would have emerged had he received a worse threat than a simple paper cut.

...Is this some recurring nightmare of his?

Her mind swims then, oh no, the Meister can't think anymore--focus on staying awake, be prepared to get up again if things turn bad for Kaneki. She doesn't care if it ends up killing her, she has to make sure her friend is safe.

Edited (casually alters events for congruency) 2015-08-28 05:09 (UTC)

[If Kaneki could see Maka right now he would probably be overcome with panic over her state, but right now his attention is fully on the ghoul in front of him, ducking his head when his kagune- Bikaku, he dimly notes- nearly clips his shoulder as he brings it sharply forward. His own Rinkaku lashes forward, tearing more at his coat and staining it bloody red even further as he slices a long gash along the other's arm, causing him to curse darkly under his breath. Both of their kagune thrum with the pulse of their hearts, flashes of blood red passing through the veins that look like they shouldn't be exposed, when in reality the both of them are strong enough to withstand blades and bullets.

The next few seconds are a blur of movement and flashes of pain as Kaneki takes hits from the opposing kagune. A slice across one side of his torso sprays blood onto the ground as he staggers, but his speed outmatches the other as he fights back almost too quick to see. Even as he's moving the gash has begun to heal at an inhumanely fast rate. He still can't see the face of the other ghoul, and he can't see a mask either...something about the dream is distorting their image, making it impossible to decipher as any one individual.

It feels like the fight continues forever as he struggles against his attacker, but he knows he can't stop. He can't.]

[That's too much blood, way too much, Maka half-expects it to be black rather than red with how familiar the current climate feels. No, Kaneki is not Crona, but him going into a state and fighting as viciously as he is certainly reminds her of it. Only her perception enables her to see the movements.

Was this supposed to happen? Or was it not and her interference triggered it? But he's defending himself now, against the...thing.

...He's strong. Considering Kaneki's usual gentle demeanor, it's shocking to see him now most likely able to give even Kid a run for his money. Is he going to kill this thing? Can he, or will the nightmare hold them there? Worse, Maka can't do anything--even if she had the energy for raising her voice, saying words of encouragement might throw off his concentration and get him hurt worse than he already is.]

Don't...don't give up. You can do it. [She mumbles this instead, the haze of unconsciousness turning her vision dark so she sees only the flashes of the kagune.

He can and he will.]

[What feels like hours pass when really it's only a few moments, seconds really as Kaneki fights to force the ghoul to back off. He might not be able to see their face but he can see those glinting eyes, sharp red against black. He's not wearing his eyepatch in the dream, leaving his kakugan exposed as well. With teeth grit so hard that it makes his jaw hurt, he continues to strike at the other, over and over and over...

He doesn't stop until he notices a large, growing pool of blood beneath his feet dripping from the large holes and gashes in the body of the ghoul just barely standing in front of him. Even with a healing factor those wounds aren't going anywhere any time soon, and Kaneki's of a type that heals even more rapidly than most. In exchange, he has far less stamina even though he's speedy, but that should do it, that's enough...

A hoarse scream rips from him as he lashes out over and over, knocking the ghoul to the ground before slamming his kagune into their chest, bones cracking and blood flowing afresh onto the alley floor. Eventually, Kaneki loses his balance and pitches forward onto his knees in the blood, his breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps. The body in front of him remains motionless as the nightmare shifts, causing the figure to darken into shadows before disappearing altogether, leaving nothing but the blood in its wake.

Kaneki doesn't move, his kagune still out and lying limp against the ground. The scent of blood is acrid and metallic in the air, and as covered with it as he is it's hard to tell which is his own.]

["Good, soldier," the voice of her instructor echoes in her thoughts. Maka would be ragged as Kaneki is now, blood everywhere and tired as hell. "Now get up, a Meister doesn't die on their knees if they're going to."

So, as the memory commands, Maka lurches upright and staggers to her feet. She's not entirely sure what's holding her up, by all accounts she would be dead but Maka decided she wouldn't. That's final.

Eventually she stumbles to her friend and falls next to him, arms up and wrapped around his shoulders in a hug.]

It's okay. [Her voice is strained and really, it's probably not a good idea to be so close...instincts as a friend overcome instinct to live.] Ken, it's okay...it's over, we're all right.

[Kaneki jerks violently at the sudden contact. It's entirely involuntary as his kagune lifts threateningly, dangerously, and a low growl issues from the back of his throat.]

Don't.

[They aren't all right, they're so far from alright that it's almost laughable, and suddenly this feels a lot less like a dream and a lot more like those terrifying moments when he wasn't sure whether Hide was going to live or die...die from blood loss and injuries or by his own hand.

His shoulders tremble. He can't let that happen again.]

No.

[That tone of voice is unfamiliar coming from Kaneki, like this isn't her friend she's holding and instead some injured wolf. Yet, Maka refuses to back down--he's not the only one able to project energy into a tangible form. Her soul emerges then, wings coming around to shield from any strike that might come.]

You're in so much pain right now...I don't want to leave you alone.

[Tears now drop from her eyes, mixing into the blood and dissolving.]

I'm not going to die here, nobody's going to kill me. Not that nightmare, not you, not anyone. So save the "I'm dangerous, stay away" talk. Just. Stop.

[She says that to him now and it sounds distant because he knows he can very easily kill her, right now. He doesn't feel the usual hunger that might drive a ghoul to frenzy, but in the dream world it doesn't have to make sense, does it? His worst fears manifested.

His breath catches then, sharp and painful as his kagune continues to just hover there, inches from running his friend clean through. All it would take is a twitch and it would be over. It's terrifying and causes him to shake harder, closing his eyes tightly against the overpowering scent of blood bombarding him from all sides.]

I-...I can't...

[Kaneki murmurs, not really sure what he's trying to say. He can feel heat making tracks down his cheeks but he honestly can't tell if it's tears, or blood, or both.]

[Can't. There's blood everywhere, at this point they're both crying. What now?

The blood needs to go. He won't move for fear of his kagune striking, she won't move because of stubbornness. Fine. This is a dream world, Maka can influence her environment just the same, even if it's not her dream. She puts her arms down, sits up straight and holds out her hands for Kaneki to see. The wounds are there, then they close. The blood recedes back in as they seal, leaving no stain or trace.]

I screwed up, but I'd jump in front of you all over again, in a dream and outside of one. I don't abandon my friends, no matter what.

[Next she presses her hands to her stomach, blood and wound alike disappearing there too, clothing stitching up just the same.]

Being left behind scares me most. I swore I'd never leave anyone behind either. Call it selfish, but I won't ever let anyone feel as isolated as I have.

[The blood around them starts to sink into the concrete, like it's thirsty and drinking it all. Save for Kaneki's own blood stains and remaining wounds, the tears flowing from Maka's eyes, it's like nothing happened.]

...And I'm not scared of my friends. I never will be.

[He just watches listlessly, silent as her wounds heal over. There's a steady stream of blood making its way down his face from a gash over his brow, but even while she's talking it's healing, too, leaving nothing but the streak of red in its wake. He wants to tell her that she should be scared. That blindly trusting that he won't hurt her. He doesn't care if this is a dream; it's too real and it hurts as badly as if it weren't one.

His hands ball into tight fists on his knees as his kagune starts to waver, lowering back down to the ground as his strength and level of panic begins to wane.]

I...

[...]

..I'm...I'm sorry...

[The words are repeated in a quiet, exhausted undertone as his kagune finally drops to rest on the ground. It doesn't disappear yet and nor does the blood, but any desire he had to attack or fight is gone.]

Kaneki Ken | Tokyo Ghoul

Combining 1 and 15 for great justice (warning for TG blood and stuff)

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ignore me I'm derpin

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15 again

okay but why would you use that icon; CW: TG in general just in case

Because I like making the children cry

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