A rich Victorian lady ends up in the stone age through some time travel shenanigans. There she discovers that who she thinks are "savages" treat her very well, so long as she contributes to the tribe, and she falls in love with a member of the tribe.

A seraphim and a human which keeps on pissing God off just enough for him to send a Seraph down to tell him off but not enough to actually do anything, enemies to lovers style

Oooh. Cats always know, don't they?

Two herpetologists meet at a snake convention and fall in love with the same cobra, which in turn leads them to develop feelings for each other in an awkward way.

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Mid 1960s America, the son of a politician just came out to his family right after his college graduation, which didn't go well. Now him and his boyfriend fresh back from Vietnam are trying to help each other through there own issues.

Sure they inspire stories and creative writing, but if you're presented a formula that is the basis of the story then thats generally the majority of what you're going to write in this sub, and in this case there is quite literally nothing left of the original story other than a brief two sentence mention of a father. It may as well have been its own story on its own post.

I stared at the aliens, confused. “How did you get here? We’ve proven that traveling faster than light is impossible.”

Correct, the voice in my head responded. These creatures spoke with their minds instead of mouths. It still creeped me out a bit. We got here by slowly traveling through space. What concerns us, however, is you.

“Wait, us?” I exclaimed.

We did not expect there to be anything left on this planet. When we left, it was devoid of all life, the voice calmly said.

“So,” I started to say, “You’ve been traveling for…”

Around 65 million years, give or take.

I whistled. “Your species lasts this long?”

If the creature could laugh, it would have. Instead it made some sort of wheezing sound. No, we are descendants of those who left our home. Be glad you did not meet those who originally left.

“Why?” I asked.

They… it paused. They had some, let’s say, radical views. They wouldn’t hesitate to repeat what they did before. You see, it was them who sent the missile.

My eyebrows furrowed. “What missile? And how do we not know about this.”

The alien sighed in my mind. Because that missile wiped out all life on this planet 130 million years ago.

Edit: thanks for the typo u/braoutchmeuh! Completely missed them when writing it.

oh fuck yes

Time has become an absurd concept for me, years and centuries pass and yet I remain the same. Not in the prime of my youth as portrayed in some stories. Despite the years that have passed, I still look the same.

You heard me right - I'm not getting any older. Whether you believe me or not is your choice, but there's nothing you can do about the fact that it's the truth. This is my reality. Being caught up in the world of the dying, watching them blossom and then wither, has become my very purpose in life. I have seen so many things, the most heinous places where life began, and I have just sat back. I watched to see if they would take root or rot.

Of course, I could have acted, cleaned up the mess and put life in a small, carefully chosen container. But I never considered that as an option. I would be denying reality if I really tried to do something like that. Where there is beauty, there is filth - how could a flower grow without the filth giving it the foundation and nutrients it needs to sprout?

There is a reason why things are the way they are - a reason why people grow older, die, and leave their loved ones behind. That is what I choose to believe.

I don't yet know why I am different, why I am excluded from this cycle of life and death. Is it a mistake? Am I just not worthy to follow in their footsteps? I was scared and thought for hours about what I did wrong. How I could make it right.

Until I just stopped. It sounds strange, but when I opened my eyes, I was surprised at how much time had passed, how much people's lives had changed - tears streamed down my face. It was such a beautiful sight. At that moment, I realized my role in all of this: to observe and recognize the beauty that is as resilient as a dandelion in the wind.

And yet, my time seems to have run out. Last night I noticed a single hair growing on my head - it wasn't long before all my hair was doing the same. And it didn't stop with my hair. My once tight skin became saggy, and so did the rest of my body.

It won't be long before I'm no longer here.

And I'm happier than I could ever be.

The gift you gave me I will keep in my heart.

Even though my time will eventually run out, I will never forget the beauty of which I am a part.

This is the cycle of life and death.

A firefighter having to save the guy they’ve had a crush for two years from a burning hospital

Emotionally closed off man gets set up with a bubbly woman by their friends who are dating. He loves DnD, books, and movies. She loves almost everything, and is super excited to learn about his interests. They are meeting at a fancy restaurant set up by their friends, he is uncomfortable because it's so fancy and she is disturbing the other patrons with her excitement and loud conversation.

A Redditor (like me!) and their girlfriend (who doesn’t exist...) enjoy a candlelit dinner

Is that the >!bear disguised as a human!< story? I remember that being pretty funny!

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ACK! ACK! I dropped a fresh clump of wet hair ball on his foot.

"No! Judy No!" Amber shooed me away, I hissed and sauntered off. "I'm so sorry, she's not normally like this." No Amber, don't apologise to this schmuck. I climbed the coffee table and sat myself. I tucked my front paws in between my hind legs and wrapped my long luscious tail around me.

"I'll go get some kitchen towel" Amber began to stand up. " Bad kitty. No kibble for you". You can't reprimand me Amber. You and I know who really runs this house. Amber went to the kitchen leaving me and the human male alone. He smelled like he took a dive in a pool of axe body spray. He smelled like he was hiding something. His hair was pulled black and slick. He looked like he shaved with a butter knife. He wore a black turtle neck that was clearly too tight for his growing belly and a sports jacket that was a size too small. The button on his pants was struggling to keep his gut in, it won't take much for that thing to go ballistic.

He pulled his jacket around him and reached for his pocket. He pulled out a phone and began tapping on it. I don't understand the human's fascination with the phones. Amber would look up pictures of cats on it which is ridiculous. Why look up pictures of cat when I am here?

"You want anything to drink?" Why are you offering him drinks? Get him out!

"Sure. What do you have?"

"I have some beer and Pepsi"

"I'll have the beer"

"Beer?" Amber called out from the kitchen. " Aren't you driving?"

"Ahhh... It's just beer. I'll be alright" What a pathetic human. Oh Amber, why do you have such poor taste. Let me pick out your mates next time.

Amber came out from the kitchen with some kitchen towel and two cans. "Here's your beer" the man took the beer that Amber handed to him without looking up from his phone. He didn't even say thank you. What a specimen of chivalry. Amber crouched down and began to wipe down his foot trying to clean the sick from his crusty sock. The sad excuse for a male just sat back and tapped away on his phone. Why are you doing this Amber? This male can't protect you, he can't provide for you.

I jumped down from the table and pounced on his foot. He didn't even flinched. I batted away Amber's hand as she kept wiping down his crusty sock. "No, Judy! Go away!" Me? Go away? Sure I'll go away but don't let me tell you I said so the next time you're curled up in bed a mess cuddling up to me like how you ended up with the last three human males. They all smell the same and this one does too. I want to see you happy Amber but you keep being home jerks that will only hurt you.This apartment can only have one jerk and that's me.

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You really are turning into words

They won’t pick you because they can tell you’re the sort of person who would do this

Well yeah, but also things like 'don't try to extort their wealth' don't use anything that's from them without permission but if you do use it to get revenge on your enemies you might gain favor. Leprechauns make their money as craft folk; making magic items on commission. Usually utilitarian things like a pot that fills with porridge, a purse with coins, a cloak that defends against the weather, shoes that let you dance with grace and skill. They're not good nor evil but cunning and covetousness is their bread and butter.

No a guinea pig.

Don't make deals, don't accept gifts even by mistake, don't thank them, don't tell them your name. Basic rules for dealing with the Fair Folk.

Lucielle's a sweet girl, but she's got no sense when it comes to choosing good life partners. Which is why her mother ordered me to watch over her when she moved to Boston. Life as a pet ain't bad - you get free room and board, and all the head scratches you could ask for.

For the most part, the people she brought back weren't disastrously terrible. There was Mitchell the non-committal, Elaine with the emotional baggage, Terrence the two-timer, and so on.

Not disastrously terrible, like I said. Just your typical run-of-the-mill, 20th century dating-app terrible. And generally, a good bout of hissing and scratching was enough to drive them away.

But when she brought Darren home, I knew I would be in for a challenge. He seemed like a perfectly nice, well-adjusted, individual. Still, something seemed....wrong.

Of course, I communicated my objections in the most polite manner.

That is, by knocking his glasses out of her 10th-floor apartment unit, doing my business in his shoes, and throwing up all over his laptop.

He was no normal adversary, though. Instead, he calmly wiped my puke off his laptop, retrieved his (unbroken!) glasses, and went shopping.

"Those old shoes were getting pretty worn out after all," he said as he sent a mocking smile in my direction. "I've got to thank Mittens for giving me an excuse to buy a new pair."

"Thanks for understanding," Lucielle gushed. "Mittens always gets jealous when I bring someone new home. Most people get scared off, but I'm glad you're sticking around."

Clearly, mere annoyances were not enough to chase off Darren. I escalated my strategies. Hissing, clawing, biting - however, he always seemed to be able to evade my attacks with supernatural speed.

But one day, I got him - and I pinpointed what was setting my fur on edge.

Darren bled silver.

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If I was dead, I'd be replying that too.

Cute, thanks