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I have moved to ao3!

You can find me under the username Mystic_Taria, or here. From now on I won't be posting any fanfiction here, only links.

I just posted a new fanfic! It's called "Who knew he could help?" and it is from the TMA/The Magnus Archives fandom. Check it out if you're interested!

Light in the dark

Fandom: MCU

Genre: hurt/comfort

TW: suicide attempt, very brief mentions of assault

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark

Peter was fine, truly. Except for the numb feeling inside.

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I had a great thought about someone panicking for whatever reason and this was made.

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[29/03/2024] This fanfiction was posted on ao3 by me. it was slightly edited.new fic here

Peter was fine.

Really, he tried to be.

He smiled through the days. He laughed at Ned’s jokes, he smiled when Aunt May came home. But he never felt it. It was automatic really.

In reality, Peter felt dull.

The monotone routine was exasperating. He knew he shouldn’t feel like this. He has no reason to feel like this. He knows Tony stark for hells sake! He’s Spiderman!

He’s Spiderman.

And he sees so much goddamn death and pain every single day.

Sometimes he’s late to the scene and arrives just as the oppressor finishes his job.

Sometimes he just finds a body and someone running away.

Sometimes he has to see life leaving someone’s eyes.

So he thought, why? Why live in a world full of pain and suffering? For every person he saved, there’s 20 that got robbed, assaulted or died.

He is no hero.

A hero could save everyone. A hero could really smile. A hero doesn’t have problems.

He is no hero. He is useless.

So now Peter stands on the edge of the bridge, his phone and shoes abandoned on the other side of the rails.

He has nothing to lose. The numbness consumed him to the point of no return.

The cold air of November bit his skin, the fog blurred his vision. The surface seemed so far away, but he knew it wasn’t as far as it looked.

He took in a breath, and jumped.

The air was even colder as he fell.

Then he felt a sudden impact.

His back hit the water and it felt as if someone pushed the air out of his lungs.

Then he began sinking.

Panic set in.

He tried to breathe in, but he was met with all surrounding water.

He tried to swim.

Everything hurt.

Why does everything hurt?

It should be painless.

He thought it would be painless. Why does it hurt?

It’s so cold.

He doesn’t want to die.

He has Ned to live for.

He has MJ.

What will they think when they see him dead?

His corpse being dragged out of the river.

Everything hurts.

He doesn’t want to die he doesn’t want to die HE DOESN’T WANT TO DIE

He can see light.

He’s underwater, where did light come from?

Maybe I should swim towards it?

He can’t move.

Why can’t he move?

The light got closer.

How?

Everything is so fuzzy.

Everything is dark.

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Tony was just in his workshop, adding small details to one of his newest tablets. The thing was almost done, but it still needed the tiniest bit of colour to truly feel like a stark invention. Of course it wasn’t just his invention, Peter helped a lot in the process. The kid was very helpful in inventing and engineering a lot of things.

Lately though, Stark has been concerned. Due to spending that much time with the kid he knew certain speaking patterns and behaviours of his. That’s how he noticed the slow decline in Peter’s happiness. He’s been acting less and less enthusiastic for some time.

The most obvious sign that something was wrong when Peter stopped responding to the small remarks by the man. It’s not that he stopped smiling at all, he still gave little laughs and grins, but the light from his eyes was gone. Tony looked with concern at his kid and asked some questions, but it was brushed off.

“I’m fine! I just didn’t get a lot of sleep today, that’s all. I swear!”

Tony got very worried but never thought it would get any worse, he just thought it was seasonal depression.

“Mr. Stark, Peter seems to be in high distress.” FRIDAY boomed through the speakers, breaking the scientist out of his deep thoughts.

“Oh yeah? Do you know why this is?” Tony usually shrugged off the many alarms that FRIDAY gave him on a daily basis, especially the high heart rate ones. The kid was prone to stressful situations, the alarm was installed for the more severe ones. Stressful tests were one thing, but being shot at by one of the criminals he was trying to stop was something that should definitely have a safety measure installed.

“I am almost certain he is in danger, Mr. Stark. His heart rate is unnaturally fast.” Tony stopped in his tracks.

“Well, what is he doing? Where is he?”

“He is on the edge of the Marine Parkway Bridge. He seems to be standing on the other side of the rails.”

“HE IS WHAT?! GET ME MY SUIT RIGHT NOW.” Tony scampered out of his workshop and towards the nearest balcony. He felt the metal engulfing him before he flew out of the tower and towards the location.

“FRIDAY, connect to Peter’s phone, call him now.”

“He seems to have turned off his phone, sir.”

“sh*t,” he swore under his breath.

Soon enough he saw the bridge and the small figure of Peter letting go of the rail. He saw the fall.

Tony quickly got to action, flying towards where the figure hit the water and diving headfirst into the dark depths. He saw Peter sink, he saw him shift just slightly. The man grabbed the limp figure of his intern before flying to the surface.

He carried Peter back to the bridge. At first he seemed to not be breathing, which scared Tony, but after a few seconds the boy took in a heavy breath before coughing a few times. He remained unconscious.

Tony noticed the teenager left his shoes, watch and phone on the sidewalk. He then asked FRIDAY for a scan of Peter’s vitals.

“It appears that his heartbeat is irregular and he has liquid in his lungs and stomach." Tony was taken aback by it all. He quickly grabbed Peter and his belongings before flying back to the tower.

“FRIDAY, get the med bay ready for Peter. I want the best staff there right now.”

“Sir, it’s 1 am.”

“I don’t care! Get whoever is there ready for Peter! I am not losing my kid today!” Tony sped up.

When they finally reached the tower, he almost broke the window that was quickly opened for him to fly directly into the med bay before leaving Peter to the doctors.

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Peter’s eyes slowly opened to be blinded by bright white lights. He thought he finally entered heaven, that was until he heard the beeping of a heart monitor and felt the intense smell of sanitizer. He was in the med bay.

“f*ck,” he swore, noticing how dry his mouth was.

He felt a stir to his right. He turned to see none other than his mentor sitting next to him, seemingly just woken up from sleep. The man quickly regained his composure before embracing Peter in a light hug.

“Peter! Oh thank god you’re alive!” Tony let go, just holding the boy’s shoulders. “You got me so worried! What were you thinking?! Jumping off of the bridge, almost like you tried to-“ he stopped in his tracks upon noticing the blank stare Peter gave him. It was blank, and yet so much emotion hid behind it. Sandess. Anger. Agony. Grief.

“Peter, were you trying to actually…?”

The silence was painful.

It was broken by a silent tap of a tear on the white covers.

“Yes. I wanted to kill myself.”

Peter slowly started crying. “I actually tried to… I tried to kill myself. I went through with it. And I lived! I f*cking lived! Why the f*ck can’t I just-“ he fell sobbing into Tony’s embrace, who quickly accepted the hug.

“Peter… I don’t know what you’re going through, but know this: I’m always here for you. Your aunt is always here for you. Your friends are always here for you. If you ever feel like you need to talk about you emotions, please do. If you need like you need a therapist, just tell me, and I’ll find you the best one in the city. Just, please… Talk to us. Talk to me.” The grip got a bit tighter.

And suddenly Peter knew.

He knew he had people to live for.

He knew he could maybe make a change.

He just needed a little bit of help.

There was light at the end of the tunnel afterall.

Timeless

Fandom: The Song of Achilles/Greek mythology

Genre: comfort, melancholy

TW: I mean they're dead?

Characters: Patroclus, Achilles

It was undeniable the two will be in love forever. No matter how much time passes.

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Patroclus.

The name had always felt oh so wrong.

It was ironic how it meant "glory of the father", and yet I could never make him proud.

Patroclus.

Everyone always said it in passing. Always a command or a laugh, sometimes mocking, usually either anger or complete indifference.

Never with care.

That was until you came along.

"Patroclus."

My name on your lips only ever sounded right. The tone you use, calm, comforting, loving. Despite any contradictions of fate we often found ourselves in, you always said my name as if you were kissing a rose, delicate and caring.

And when the war was over we stayed. On the hill where we were buried where there wasn't so much to do, but you've always been able to make me smile.

We were offered a place on Olympus. We agreed to visit there from time to time, wanting to stay with mortals. We used our divine powers childishly. We were both deprived from it, ten years of war completely draining our adolescent enthusiasm.

Years passed. We saw the city of Troy thrive again. Fall and build up again. Then, it was abandoned completely. For centuries it was covered with more and more dust and sand.

We ran in the sand. Rolled in it like stupid. Laughed. Achilles looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and we kissed again and again. We could do that here.

"Patroclus."

I smiled.

Then, men came again.

Their clothes were peculiar. Some of them wore pristine, black and white clothes whereas others had more simple shirts and brown pants. They brought along many things, some of them so similar to ours we wondered how long passed. Their language was very different though.

Then, they began digging. Yells of what we could only assume was wonder rang out as they discovered the ruins of Troy. They discovered all of the things from the past that were so normal for us and always reacted with amazement. Do they not have vases? Cups? Coins?

A few of the men dug up our grave, at last. They yelled in their language so loudly and so excitedly it was amazing they didn't scare off birds. We were also excited. We exchanged glances and then hugged each other tightly. Our story will live on.

"Oh, I love you, Patroclus!" You said with a laugh. I laughed back.

After that much more people came. Much, much more. We slowly learned to distinguish different languages. Suddenly, the income of people stopped.

Then s few people came back.

Then it was silent again.

We knew what it meant: war.

After a few springs people returned. They looked completely different. Some still wore the ridiculous suits, but after some time it passed.

Now, much more common folk came. Instead of measuring and researching they just looked and did things with weird devices.

Our tombstone was fenced off, so nobody could touch it. Then a sign was made next to the fence.

We were both ecstatic to find out it had greek among the different languages. Even though it was very simplified, we managed to read it.

"This is the tombstone of the legendary pair Achilles and Patroclus. Discovered in 1875 it is dated to be about 3000 years old.

Achilles and Patroclus were very important figures in Greek mythology and history. The two had died during the Trojan war where the Greeks attacked the city for capturing Helen, one of the Greek king's wives. Despite Achilles' god-like powers he chose Patroclus, an exiled son, to be his companion, which ultimately lead to both of their deaths. Patroclus was killed by Hector, a Trojan Prince who thought it was Achilles himself due to the armour. Achilles took gruesome revenge and refused to give back Hector's body, for which he was later punished by the gods.

Their relationship is very controversial. Many sources say they were lovers, others insist they were best friends due to the amount of female slaves Achilles allegedly took.

No matter what though, it's safe to say their story is timeless, surviving through so many centuries."

Whoever wrote it was right.

We are timeless.

Our souls are bound together through our ashes and through our love.

Flowers wilt. Trees die, cities crumble, civilizations fall, stone turns into dust.

But not us.

We will remain together, as one.

Patroclus and Achilles.

Forever.

The influence of feelings on change of actions

Fandom: Dreams Of An Insomniac

Genre: hurt/comfort

TW: death, violence, gore (non-graphic), suicide attempt, mentions of manipulation and abuse

Characters: Klaus, Jack

Something has been on Klaus's mind for all too long. Anger built up.

⚠️This one contains very heavy topics. If any of the things mentioned in "TW" makes you uncomfortable, please do not proceed. I don't want any of my work to cause harm. ⚠️

Inspired by the song Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons. I'm not sorry for the tears to come lol

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Greed and sadism.

The two things that drove Klaus to do what he does.

He's always been like that, or at least it seemed. Always with a plan to make others suffer. More and more deaths on his conscience left no regret. Some of the victims stabbed more than was needed, some with unnecessary mutilation. Murder was in his blood, as far as whatever he was made of counted.

And yet, he was never satiated.

He always felt an emptiness in a small corner of his mind. Attempts of making it go away consumed his waking hours.

The deaths seemed to become more and more brutal.

Entire mags loaded into one body for no reason other than pure rage.

An axe swung with unfathomable force into a corpse to relieve emotions.

Horrifying screams of mental anguish that accompanied the acts of violence.

Jack silently watched the descent into madness.

They've been too silent lately.

Klaus hated it when they used to talk for hours on end, being able to rant about anything. He was too annoying.

Now he was too quiet.

"God, just say something!"

Jack flinched at the harsh command. The two have been sitting in their temporary shelter waiting for the sunrise to go to sleep. Jack managed to steal a box of puzzles from a home of one of their victims and was now entertaining themself with it while Klaus was supposed to make a new plan.

"W-what...?" Jack stuttered out.

"You heard me! Say something! You've been so silent! Are you hiding any secrets?!" The tone was louder with every word.

"Secrets? What secrets? We're almost always together! And what secrets would I even have?" The green creature begun getting defensive.

"I don't know! You tell me!"

"I don't have any secrets!"

"Then why have you been so silent?!"

Jack began laughing.

"You're a hypocrite."

"Excuse me?" The sudden switch slightly startled Klaus.

"You. Are. A. f*cking. Hypocrite." The monster got up, standing almost twice as tall as the rat. "You always interrogate me. You're always so f*cking paranoid. But then when I ask anything, you lash out. I'm not allowed to know where we're going next, I'm not supposed to know our plan up until the last second, hell, I don't even know your first victim's full name, for Six's sake! You're a narcissistic, greedy f*cker. I don't even know why I still listen to you!"

Klaus just stood there frozen. It wasn't fear, no. It was a dawning realization. But as always, he pushed it back.

"Y-you-!" He felt helpless. He grabbed a pistol and aimed it at his partner in desperation. "Cut that sh*t out!"

"No, I'm f*cking done." Jack just laughed. "I'm leaving."

Klaus co*cked the gun with shaky hands, realizing he didn't do it before. He tried to regain composure, aiming once again right in the middle of the other's chest.

"You won't do that to me, Klaus."

He stopped. That voice.

Jack never used his first victim's voice. It was usually a whispered mix of all their latest victims, unless it had to be used for trickery.

The voice of Jack Walker was lost to time, that's what Klaus thought at least.

But it wasn't, and it's sound brought along memories.

And then he broke.

He dropped the gun. His knees slowly gave out. The memories flooded his head.

He used to have happy moments. He used to talk with Jack normally, even laugh sometimes!

What the hell happened?!

Their relationship used to rely on trust, but now... He looked at the tall figure of his ex-friend. Instead of a comrade, he saw something broken escaping from a cage. It shouldn't be like this! When did mutual respect turn into abuse and imbalance of power?

He felt a liquid on his cheeks. Was he... crying? He never cries! Klaus is intimidating and sad*stic! Why was he suddenly so vunerable?!

With every tear he hated himself more. He hated his emotions. He hated his actions.

He raised the gun again, this time to his own head. Without thinking further, he pulled the trigger, shooting himself.

Or at least he tried, because in that moment Jack leapt forward, knocking the weapon out of the pink monster's hand, the bullet missing it's target.

"What are you doing?!" They yelled out as the gun crashed against the floor. He grabbed Klaus's hands to restrain him from trying again.

"I-I- you- I don't know! I don't want you to hurt more! I'm the cause, so I just have to get rid of myself, right?!" He was desperate again, but in a different way. "Why did you even f*cking stay with me? I caused you so much pain!"

"Well, you pretty much made me feel that if I left I'd be useless..." Jack answered truthfully. They began to feel slight sympathy for Klaus.

"Oh my Six... No you- you should leave. You-" He cut himself off, taking a few steps back, freeing himself from the other's grasp.

"Klaus-"

"Leave! Go! Just-just go! I don't want to hurt you anymore!" He wanted to physically push Jack away before he remembered the hurt he caused and stopped himself with a sob. "Please... I don't want to- It's all my fault! Y-you flinch when I come closer! You- I abused you! And I don't even know why!" At that point his words were barely audible, sobs and hiccups racking his entire body.

"C'mon. I can be pretty annoying, it's not all your fault-" Jack said; despite the situation he was still taking the blame.

"No! It's not your fault, it's my f*cking actions! I put our relationship on the line for some efficiency in killing bullsh*t! Six, I really f*cked this up..." He was sitting on the floor sobbing.

"You did, but it doesn't mean we can't change." Jack dropped to Klaus's level. "We can go back to being partners again! Just please, tell me if something's wrong instead of shutting me out and taking it out on me, okay?" They tried to smile weakly, but it was hard.

Klaus suddenly leapt forward and enveloped his partner in a hug. Jack flinched.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so so f*cking sorry. And I know sorry won't do sh*t, but I'll try to be better. I'll try my goddamn best." He whispered. It was sincere. The green monster returned the hug. But then Klaus let go as if he remembered something suddenly. Jack watched puzzled as he ran out. He returned with a few branches and began putting them into a... nest?

"What is that?"

"A nest!" Klaus exclaimed proudly. "I heard Winfrey and Clyde make this as a bed and cuddle in it, so... I was wondering if we could-" he was swooped from the ground before he could finish. Jack placed them both comfortably in the nest. He hugged Klaus close. Even if his breakdown was an act, they wanted to relish in the moment.

Meanwhile Klaus shed one last tear. Of joy. The small empty space was full again. The two drifted to sleep, hopeful.

Upon your return

Fandom: Dreams Of An Insomniac

Genre: hurt/comfort

TW: monster abuse >:[

Characters: Winfrey, Clyde, Dr Lankmann

The moment Winfrey was captured, Clyde went to search for him. As they finally reunite, there's still small problems.

This is filled with headcanons and things inspired by @crystallizedday 's Ao3 fanfic called "Breaking Out" (it's very good, go read it y'all) (also hope you don't mind me pinging you CD-)

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The monster was wrecking havoc.

Red lights flashed throughout the building, an alarm blaring alongside them. The asylum staff were panicking, the patients screaming and trashing in their rooms.

Clyde was running around the facility, searching. He was close, he knew it. He felt it.

People tried to stop him. Tried shooting. A roar rang out, shaking the walls, knocking people off their feet. He persisted.

He continuously burst through every set of doors, leaving glass shards on the floor. Nobody else could cross their path.

Finally, the last thing keeping him from their partner was a set of titanium doors. They banged and scratched against the metal in an attempt to break it, but...

"It's futile."

A figure stood right behind him. His head was adorned by a top hat and a menacing, unforgettable smile. He was in a lab coat with a name tag, "Dr Lankmann".

"You can't get inside unless you know the code." The man explained, pointing to the number pad. Clyde was getting angrier by the second. "I'm the only one who knows it. You can kill me, but then you won't get to your dear dear friend. Either that, or we can bargain."

"Fine," Clyde spat out. "What do you want?"

"Information. Simply information. I'll ask you three questions, you answer, and then I'll tell you the code." Dr Lankmann's smile widened.

"Well then, ask away."

"Firstly, how did you appear on earth?"

"I don't know. One day we just were here. I know that our god, Six created us."

"Six? Huh... Okay, secondly, to what extent can you modify your own bodies?"

"It depends. Our limbs can go about two meters longer, and the rest is fully dependent on the individual. What else?"

"What happens to the minds you eat?"

"They vanish after some time, but we can use the information from them." The answer seemed to satisfy the doctor. "Now, give me the code." Clyde demanded.

"It's-" he got cut off by a sharp pain going straight through his left lung. He slowly looked down to see a yellow and black striped tail piercing his chest. He coughed up blood. "But... The code..."

"Oh, I'll know it in a minute."

"Why..."

Clyde grinned wide.

"Revenge. You were so fun to play with, humans are so dense." With those words, he devoured the man's mind, quickly finding the code in his memories. He entered it into the pad and the door opened.

There Winfrey was. His limbs and body attached to the wall by multiple shackles. He looked so exhausted. Clyde hurriedly went to get off the cuffs, managing to pick the locks with his claws. There was something on Winfrey's neck that didn't bind him, Clyde shrugged it off for the moment. The second he was free, Winfrey fell to the floor heavily.

"Winfrey! Get up, please! We need to get out of here!" The orange monster exclaimed in a rush. His partner sluggishly got up and started slowly walking to the exit of the chamber. With time, he began running through the halls, Clyde in front of him, leading them both out. People screamed at them in terror. Winfrey swiped at some of them in anger with a roar, but then winced, Clyde looking worriedly. They devoured some of the people's minds and got even more determined to leave.

At last, they found themselves in a forest near the facility. That's when they stopped.

Winfrey sat on the forest bedding, tired from the events. Clyde sat right next. He hugged their partner, at which the bigger flinched a little.

"Oh dear... Winfrey... What have they done to you...?"

Winfrey just hummed in pain and anger. He then winced again, alarming Clyde. At that moment he noticed the device on Winfrey's neck, the one he disregarded before. It was a shock collar.

They managed to get it off, and at that moment Winfrey truly relaxed. He was really free.

He hugged Clyde. The orange monster smiled and returned the gesture.

He closed their eyes, and suddenly Lankmann's memories flashed in his mind. Memories filled with hurting others, hurting their partner. Their grip tightened around Winfrey. Slowly, tears formed in his eyes. A few sobs left Clyde as he gripped onto their partner. He cried. Tears of relief, but also pain. Tears of regret.

"Hey, Clyde... It's okay... I'm here now..." The bigger tried to comfort him.

"I-I know... And I'm happy but... It shouldn't have happened...." Clyde sobbed further.

"Humans are unpredictable. We couldn't have known they found our location. It's not your fault," Winfrey assured.

"B-but-!"

"Shhhh..." He wiped the smaller's cheek. "It is not your fault."

Clyde hiccuped and slowly nodded.

"I-I found us a n-new lair... We should go there..."

"Yeah, let's go."

They ventured further into the forest. After a longer while of travel, they arrived at an abandoned wooden house. It was pretty small, but just big enough to fit the two.

Upon entering, Winfrey concluded it used to be a woodsman's home. It was filled a bit with trash, but mostly a few horn trophies. He also noticed his violin and a few trinkets from their previous lair.

"Welcome to our new home!" Clyde said with a weak smile.

"Where's the nest?"

The orange monster's smile dropped further.

"Well... I just used the bed, since a nest is something you share with another..."

"Give me a minute then." Winfrey ran out and gathered a few branches. He returned and walked towards the bed. He set the branches on the floor, grabbed the mattress, and began arranging the nest. The moment he was finished, he sat in the middle with a welcoming smile.

Clyde immediately leaped into it, cuddling Winfrey close.

"Now this is home."

A feline dilemma

Fandom: Dreams Of An Insomniac

Genre: hurt/comfort/crack(?)

CW: dead animal

Characters: Winfrey, Clyde

The two monsters stumble upon an abandoned house full of cat-related items. One of them lead to a... situation.

AKA The fandom (pastracord) is addicted to cat Clyde headcanon.

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The pair was just travelling, seeking refuge.

They arrived at an abandoned house just at the crack of dawn. It was a mess and a horrid odor was all around, but it could do.

Clyde gestured for their partner to wait while they searched around for some tools that might be useful or interesting trinkets to take back to their lair. They found a small golden statue of a tiger. They looked at the item, turning it around in its paws, before pocketing it. Shiny.

The search continued with a few completely useless things. The entire place was trashed, full of cat droppings and rotten cat food, along with a few scratching posts. There were some old-timey decorations on the walls, paintings and pictures, mainly black and white.

Clyde paid no attention to them though, as the search abruptly stopped. They were staring at a medium-sized bag, the contents surprisingly not rotten, but spilling onto the floor. It looked like crushed dried leaves, but the smell was stronger than anything they had ever came across.

Some primal part of his brain lit up and without any more thought, they leaped onto the bag, beginning to devour the contents. With every bite their mind seemed more and more hazy.

They passed out cold.

As Winfrey sat in the biggest room, he heard a small crack from underneath himself. He immediately got back up, almost banging their head on the ceiling in the process, and reached to the spot with his paw. What he was now holding was a corpse of a cat, its ribcage cracked. There were barely any maggots present, the body old.

Winfrey put the corpse down gently, and went to sit back down, wondering what will their partner bring this time.

Speaking of Clyde, where were they? Winfrey haven't even noticed the sound of footsteps and rubble being thrown around stop. They shook it off for a while, but after a solid few minutes it became concerning. He decided to look for his partner.

They carefully walked around, calling out Clyde's name, until they came across a horrifying sight.

There Clyde was, laying on the floor as if shot. Winfrey heard no loud sound, but humans were confusingly tricky. He leapt to cradle their partner in their paws.

"Clyde?! What happened?" Winfrey exclaimed, worry and panic prominent in their voice. The other was unresponsive. Breath shallow, he almost looked dead. The taller saw no blood, which eased him, but only a little.

He looked around for answers and saw an almost empty bag. It looked as if whatever was inside was devoured by... Clyde? But why?

Winfrey carefully put their partner down, grabbing the item. He studied it carefully. The remains of its contents spilled out, crushed dried leaves; their scent nauseating and almost addicting. He turned the bag around to see the label.

Catnip.

Winfrey wracked his brain, going through the different minds of people he devoured, searching for an answer. What is this? Poison?

Suddenly, a thought appeared. Catnip was a drug given to cats to encourage playtime and training and to ease them into new environments.

It didn't make sense, but Winfrey shrugged it off.

Winfrey picked Clyde up bridal style, carrying them onto the sofa in what seemed to be the living room. The smaller one was mumbling in their sleep, their body like a liquid with the way they moved.

Winfrey sat next to him on the floor, since they could barely fit into the room. He leaned on the sofa though, his head right next to Clyde's.

All of a sudden, Clyde moved. First he stirred, then he opened his eyes, pouted, and rolled off the couch. He swiftly moved and enveloped Winfrey in a tight hug, a nice surprise.

"Clyde? Are you alright?" The taller asked as Clyde rubbed his head against their shoulder blade.

"Mmmh yeah.... I loooveee youuu..."

"Do you even know what that means, dummy?" Winfrey giggled.

"Well.... No, but it's positive for humans, soooo I'm saying it to you!" The orange demon smiled at their partner, a wide yet a bit hazy grin.

"I love you too, then," the blue one returned the hug, the two now cuddling. It was comfortable, warm and safe.

"You're so... Warm and cozy... Winnyyyy...!" Clyde slurred, barely audible.

"You're definitely not in the right mind..." Winfrey laughed again. He patted their partner's head, right between the horns. That emitted a purr-like sound out of the other, something neither of them knew a Veldigun was able to do. It was a bit loud, but carried very positive connotations. Both of them reveled in each other's presence, still cuddling very close, Winfrey petting Clyde's head slowly.

With that, the two drifted to sleep as the sun rose outside. They were at peace.

I just want to sleep, dear (alternative ending)

Fandom: Dreams Of An Insomniac

Genre: hurt/comfort

CW: death, suicidal tendencies? mention

Characters: Winfrey, Clyde (ship)

Kinda requested by someone in my DMs when I posted this to the server- (TakaraPOV on Twitter they have great art please check them out)

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Winfrey was tired.

He wanted to sleep.

His sight was foggy. He couldn't make out figures, just colors. A flash of an agressive orange, then a sudden red. Somewhere in the back he saw blue flashing. Unable to focus on anything, he just tried to keep his eyes open.

His hearing wasn't any better. Screaming felt distant, then suddenly right next to him. It was accompanied by a wierd high pitched sound of some sort, an alarm? He could barely distinguish anything. Words were mangled, even if he managed to understand, it was just "NO PLEASE!" and "MERCY!" amongst the screams.

It was hard to keep his eyes open. They felt heavier and heavier with every second.

The time slowed down.

His pain subsided, replaced by numbness.

The black goo oozing out of his wounds was warm.

Winfrey wanted to sleep.

Just close his eyes...

"WINFREY!"

His eyes opened slowly at the voice he knew so well.

A figure was sitting just in front of him.

Clyde.

His dear Clyde.

"Hey..." The blue creature replied. It took a lot to say just this one word.

"Winfrey, please... You can't leave..." His lover cried. Leave? Why would he leave? He was just going to sleep.

With almost all the power he had left, Winfrey lifted his hand, placing it on Clyde's tear-covered cheek.

Why is Clyde crying?

Winfrey is just going to sleep.

The orange creature hugged the blue hand, squeezing it lightly. His orange suit was covered in blood, but none of them minded. Clyde sobbed softly.

"Winfrey... My dear... Please..."

Winfrey smiled. Well, to the best of his abilities. He felt himself drifting away, but with his last effort he managed to stutter out two words.

"My beloved...."

His hand fell limp.

A terrifying scream ripped throught the air, full of pure sorrow and grief.

Soon enough, more policemen came. They came to a scene of blood and gore scattered around a field. Only living being there was hunched over what seemed to be the corpse of another of it's kind.

Without even turning around, the orange monster muttered, "it doesn't make sense anymore. You can shoot me."

His voice sounded exhausted.

Then, only one sound was heard.

A gunshot.

Clyde's eyes shot awake and he started frantically looking around. He was still in the embrace of Winfrey, who's big chest rose and fell slowly. It was still bright outside, probably 4pm.

Clyde felt himself start crying. The dream felt so real. All too real. He started slightly shaking, hugging his blue companion tight.

"Clyde...? What are you... Oh my, are you okay, dear?" Winfrey, awoken by his partner's cries. He reached out a hand, the same as the one in the dream, and wiped Clyde's cheek, the same as in the dream.

The orange monster sobbed again, his entire body shaking.

"Oh, oh dear... It's alright...Clyde, it's okay... What happened...?"

Clyde hiccuped before answering.

"I- um... I had a dream where y-you... Where you died and-" he cut himself off with another sob.

"Oh, you poor thing..." Winfrey brought his partner closer, the warmth of their bodies comforting. Clyde slowly calmed down, his breath steadying after a while. He buried his face into the crook of Winfeys neck, seeking as much comfort as he could get.

The two monsters fell asleep again, entangled in eachother. For this one very vunerable moment their human emotions showed, but that's okay. No monster is fully cold-hearted.

I just want to sleep, dear.

Genre: hurt no comfort

CW: death, suicidal tendencies?

Characters: Winfrey, Clyde (ship)

Based on the song Cupid by Jack Stauber and overall the Clydefrey playlist by @havoc-bloom

Winfrey just wants to sleep. Why is Clyde crying?

In this AU Veldigun can actually get hurt

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Winfrey was tired.

He wanted to sleep.

His sight was foggy. He couldn't make out figures, just colors. A flash of an agressive orange, then a sudden red. Somewhere in the back he saw blue flashing. Unable to focus on anything, he just tried to keep his eyes open.

His hearing wasn't any better. Screaming felt distant, then suddenly right next to him. It was accompanied by a wierd high pitched sound of some sort, an alarm? He could barely distinguish anything. Words were mangled, even if he managed to understand, it was just "NO PLEASE!" and "MERCY!" amongst the screams.

It was hard to keep his eyes open. They felt heavier and heavier with every second.

The time slowed down.

His pain subsided, replaced by numbness.

The black goo oozing out of his wounds was warm.

Winfrey wanted to sleep.

Just close his eyes...

"WINFREY!"

His eyes opened slowly at the voice he knew so well.

A figure was sitting just in front of him.

Clyde.

His dear Clyde.

"Hey..." The blue creature replied. It took a lot to say just this one word.

"Winfrey, please... You can't leave..." His lover cried. Leave? Why would he leave? He was just going to sleep.

With almost all the power he had left, Winfrey lifted his hand, placing it on Clyde's tear-covered cheek.

Why is Clyde crying?

Winfrey is just going to sleep.

The orange creature hugged the blue hand, squeezing it lightly. His orange suit was covered in blood, but none of them minded. Clyde sobbed softly.

"Winfrey... My dear... Please..."

Winfrey smiled. Well, to the best of his abilities. He felt himself drifting away, but with his last effort he managed to stutter out two words.

"My beloved...."

His hand fell limp.

A terrifying scream ripped throught the air, full of pure sorrow and grief.

Soon enough, more policemen came. They came to a scene of blood and gore scattered around a field. Only living being there was hunched over what seemed to be the corpse of another of it's kind.

Without even turning around, the orange monster muttered, "it doesn't make sense anymore. You can shoot me."

His voice sounded exhausted.

Then, only one sound was heard.

A gunshot.

Welcome to the fanfiction blog!

Hi! I'm Taria and for a while I've been wanting to post my fanfiction somewhere other than Wattpad. Please respect that English isn't my first language, so there will be minor mistakes.

My range of fandoms is pretty vast, but I'll summarise it here for everyone's conivence.

Dreams Of An Insomniac

Omori

SCP

Greek Mythology

Welcome Home

FNAF/DSAF

Marvel (mainly Peter Parker-centric)

Spiderverse

That's about it, but I may edit this later.

I can write many things, but there are some limits.

I won't write:

smut (I like reading it, but I cringe too much writing)

pedophilic relationships

threesomes, foursomes etc

incest

pregancy (especially mpreg)

omegaverse

That's all (I think). Asks are open at all times for you all to request. Have fun!