Nursedreamy

It's snowing, it's cold outside. But it 's so warm in here . I want to be with you all night long. Chise vs Elias.

Nursedreamy

2 oneshots with the couple Chise and Elias. They are short and cute stories. Please enjoy.

MidnightGlasses

Elias found his wife with a lost look, just staring thoughtfully out the window while sipping her tea. He was very much wanting to find out what was going through his wandering mind, well, in response to all that, the mage offered his wife something very simple: a kiss for her thoughts.

Celedrin

Mina wanted more than anything that it was just a dream, a very bad one by the way, but she knew that life cared so little about her and her desires that it made her have such a nightmare.

jonasexistiu

In the vast and indifferent fabric of space-time, where improbability is a constant and logic is rarely invited for tea, there exists the Department of Interdimensional Bureaucracy (DIB). Its purpose? To ensure that reality remains minimally functional or, at least, sufficiently confusing so that no one notices otherwise. But something went wrong. Horribly, catastrophically, fill-out-three-copies-of-reports wrong. Immanuel Breckford, a man whose greatest achievement until then was remembering where he left his keys, unexpectedly finds himself involved in one of the DIB's most catastrophic failures. Upon receiving a Temporary Ontological Adjustment Request Form 42/B, his existence is recalculated. To correct this cosmic blunder, the DIB sends Artemis Xyllan-7, Senior Auditor and specialist in metaphysical disasters. Armed with an expired stopwatch, a pen that alters probabilities, and the patience of a black hole, she has little time (and even less desire) to fix the problem before the universe decides to file Immanuel away permanently.

Apolinne

Jon Snow perambula pelas criptas de Winterfell sempre que Lady Stark se encontra em um humor particular. Entre reis e lordes há muito tempo mortos, encontra um segredo que o faz sonhar com desertos que nunca conheceu e uma porta vermelha que não reconhece. Há uma canção no fundo de sua mente, e uma corrente se estendendo em direções opostas em seu coração. E, no meio disso tudo, há uma voz que lhe sussurra ao ouvido, carregada pelo vento do Norte, que o dragão deve ter três cabeças.