#sadfic

[dalidahmer]

"Draco..." 

"Sorry... I shouldn't have taken off like that." Draco murmured, and sat back on his couch.

"Where did you go? It's Christmas! Scorpius wouldn't open anything! He was worried sick-" 

"I'm sorry," Draco rubbed his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut.

"You alright?" Harry sat beside him, careful not to let their knees touch.

"I have to obliviate Scorpius..." He rested his head in his hand and spoke absently. "At least when this is over-" 

Harry paused and looked at him. "Is that one of your jokes?"  

Draco covered his eyes and shook his head. "Harry, he's supposed to trust me more than anyone. I'm his father, he's supposed to fight about us outdueling each other. How do you go on knowing your father was only born so ancient wizards could use him for sex rituals?"

He covered his mouth, his shoulders shook with sobs and choked sounds came out.

"Draco..." Harry folded his hands on his lap and looked at Phil like he could give him a script. 

The portrait shook his head, hiding back in the alligator's mouth.

"I don't think any differently of Sirius after learning about what happened to him." 

Draco covered his mouth and shook his head, "I fucking broke down crying in front of the kids, Potter-" his voice cracked. "How is he ever supposed to look at me the same?" 

"He won't," Harry said quietly. 

Draco's face crunched. 

Harry pinched his chin and made Draco look at him. "I didn’t know what Sirius went through. But after everything I’ve seen? I admire him even more for surviving." 

Draco's shoulders shook. He tried to bury his face.

"No listen." Harry brought it back up, Draco breathed out and rolled his eyes.

"I know you hate it when I-"

"Don't."

"I admire you both, Draco, you did a lot for this-"

Draco scoffed, conjured a tissue, and turned away.

Harry rolled his eyes, God forbid Draco Malfoy spend two whole minutes being human.

"He wasn't supposed to know who they are or what happened, I fucked it all up." 

"It was already fucked up," Harry gripped his shoulder. "I know it's hard not to feel guilty. What the fuck are you supposed to do, though?" 

Draco flinched and shrugged Harry's hand off like it burned him.

"Is touching you making you uncomfortable?" Harry pulled his hand back. "I'm sorry I wasn't-"

"Potter! I hate you!" Draco bristled. 

Harry started laughing quietly. Draco rolled his eyes, but he did, too.

The stairs creaked, they both turned to Scorpius.

“Dad? You’ve never left before.”

He ran down the stairs and threw his arms around Draco.

"We had Christmas without you, I was worried," he furrowed his brows. 

Draco ran his fingers through Scorpius's hair, "I'm sorry... For everything. I'm sorry I hid you, I'm sorry I lied and you have to go back into hiding." 

"It's okay," Scorpius said quietly.

"I'm sorry you have to be my son, this isn't your fault."

Scorpius gripped him tighter like he was scared he'd disappear.

"I'm not sorry, dad, don't say that..." 

Harry stood to give them space- but Albus was creaking down the stairs, and James was standing over the banister with Lily in his arms.

"Will we be normal when you come back to get us?" Scorpius asked. "Are we doing this to make everything go back to normal?" 

"Get your trunks," Harry sighed. 

Christmas was over.

[drmajalis]

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This is my ongoing Signalis longfic, 18 chapters and 46.7k words in it has just finished it's first major arc. It is a reincarnation romance that takes place post-game, starring Vinetan War veteran Gefreiter Elyanna Yang, and newly initialized REAR-type Rhea Replika A-200 "Ari" as they grapple with memories of their old lives bleeding into their new ones, and the inevitable draw the two feel toward each other, all beset within an oppressive, totalitarian autocratic state that is determined to make sure a relationship such as theirs will not be tolerated. Bring tissues, there's a lot of heartbreak. I've put a ton of blood, sweat, and tears into this project and would be delighted if you gave it a read and let me know what you think.

[mechanicalhandsyaoi]

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new fic, may be part of a larger work?

[razzberrydazz]

Wanted to write something because insomnia hours and finally cranked Something out, so have a sadfic. No happy endings here, only sadness and death. Like half the party is dead in this timeline, so it's a bad timeline, but not the worst timeline, because if it was worse it wouldn't feature Selunite Shadowheart! Lae'Zel didn't make it to the final battle and Shadowheart is sad about it. Just wrote this in one sitting with little to no proofreading so enjoy the 2-3am word vomit.

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[kikaikitai]

A Heart for a Heart ch2: My Brother, My Mother

Lo'ak searches for his family among the wreckage, unaware of what else has been lost. https://archiveofourown.org/works/47151964/chapters/133506613 As promised, a continuation. This is going to be very experimental. Similar to Recom Files, I want to keep the chapters as vignettes to explore how this affects everyone. Chapter word count: 478 Tags: what if, major character death, child death, Dark Neytiri, grief/mourning, whump, AU, sadfic

[kissgirly]

entre vinhos baratos e corações partidos.

Gênero: sadfic Contagem de palavras: 597 essa fic contém: consumo de bebidas alcóolicas, conteúdo que possa causar gatilho (traição e término) SINOPSE: Os gregos acreditavam que existem sete tipos diferentes de amor, já outros, acreditam que o seu verdadeiro amor é conectado por um longo fio vermelho, onde as almas gêmeas passam a vida toda procurando a outra ponta. E de todas as opções, Sana acredita em todas elas, ou pelo menos, costumava acreditar. · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · O álcool desce rasgando a garganta, a ardência incomoda e me deixa desnorteada, mas mesmo assim não paro de beber essa garrafa de bebida barata e de origem duvidosa.

A real é que nem sei como cheguei à essa situação, poucos dias atrás estávamos juntas e tudo parecia tão bem. Eu te amava, com todas as minhas forças, éramos feitas uma para a outra, mas parece que só eu via isso.

Éramos como o Sol e a Lua, eu como o Sol, que te amei com todas as minhas forças e te aquecendo e te iluminando com tudo que tinha em mim; Você como a Lua, fria, discreta e sempre mais fechada em relação aos sentimentos. Mas era apenas o seu jeito, certo?

Eu te amei profundamente, como o Sol amou a Lua, mas a Lua nunca lhe pertenceu, pois estava ocupada demais refletindo sobre o oceano.

Se eu te dei toda minha luz, por que você insistiu em iluminar outra pessoa? Entendo que nunca poderia ser minha, você nunca foi de qualquer forma, eu sei que quando olhava nos meus olhos você pensava em outra pessoa.

Não imaginei que meu mundo iria desmoronar em apenas cinco minutos, cinco minutos de tortura quando vi teus lábios colados aos de outra mulher. Suas mãos agarrando a cintura e puxando mais perto, em um ato libidinoso e proibido, os dedos escorriam sobre a pele da mulher. Enquanto lágrimas escorriam sobre meus olhos, a garganta doía e era cada vez mais difícil respirar. Você não viu, amor. Você não me viu desmoronar na tua frente.

Me aproximei lentamente, firmando os pés no chão e encarando o casal que parecia tão apaixonado. Você olhava pra ela como se ela fosse seu mundo, a coisa mais preciosa do universo. Você nunca me encarou daquela forma.

A garota me encarou, deu um sorriso e disse "boa noite", sua voz era tão doce… O sorriso dela era lindo. Percebi que você iria dizer o mesmo, até encarar meu rosto, marcado pelo desespero. A garota se questionou e eu não aguentei, saí correndo como se minha vida dependesse disso. Eu não estava acreditando, como pôde?

Corri vários e vários quarteirões até chegar em casa, abri a porta e caí de joelhos contra o chão gelado. 

— Não é possível… Isso não deveria estar acontecendo.  [...]

Era uma noite chuvosa e completava exatos trinta dias sem você. Sentia a cabeça doer, o gosto amargo do vinho nos lábios, a garganta doer com o choro preso por tantos dias. O choro aflito que um dia já foi a esperança que um dia voltaria. 

Não consegui segurar por muito tempo, a música melancólica e a taça de vinho pela metade entregava a angústia que por tanto tempo insistia em ficar no meu peito. Era notável as bochechas vermelhas e os olhos fundos, estava chorando por alguém que tanto prometeu me amar.

Ingênua, burra, idiota, sem graça, a culpa é sua. Totalmente sua. 

Os soluços foram ficando cada vez mais altos, estava sentada sobre o chão frio e abraçando meus próprios joelhos, ainda conseguia te enxergar ali. Correndo com o sorriso de orelha a orelha, dizendo que me amava e que ficaria comigo até a eternidade.

Se me amava, porque me deixou? Se realmente me amava, porque me trocou por outro alguém? A culpa é minha? Eu não fui o suficiente? 

As questões rondavam e rondavam minha cabeça, estava completamente sem rumo. Aquele era meu primeiro coração partido, a primeira vez que confiei em alguém que mal ligava pros meus sentimentos.

Eu só não sabia, que aquele era o primeiro de muitos.

[creatorofstarrealm]

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Folly of the Sun (Mortal Kombat x My Little Pony Crossover)

Summary: Princess Luna had visited many dreams. Good dreams, bad dreams and event dreams shrouded in mystery. Her job here in the dreamscape is to keep the ponies safe and ward off any nightmares. But this time, Princess Luna had stranded far away from the dreamscape.

This is a crossover fic. But this time it's dimension travel gone horribly wrong.

Princess Luna had visited many dreams. Good dreams, bad dreams and event dreams shrouded in mystery. Her job here in the dreamscape is to keep the ponies safe and ward off any nightmares. But this time, Princess Luna had stranded far away from the dreamscape. It felt strange. Like entering into the deepest part of the sea with no way of knowing whether or not it has a bottom. She felt like she was flying away from Equestria, likely traveling to the outer borders of Equestria. Regardless, she was on this journey to the bitter end. Perhaps there is a little pony that lives in the outer borders of Equestria and that pony needs her help. 

While she was flying she felt something was following her. The dreamscape had become eclipsed in darkness and Luna could no longer see where she was going. As she turned her head she noticed a giant beast hovering over her. It was a creature made out of stars. It had the body of a wingless dragon. It has multiple legs, its feet replaced with hands. It had a distinct humanoid face and its eyes. Its eyes swirl like galaxies. It growled at her. She had flown too far, she had to get out of here. With her wings she flew faster trying to outrun the beast. But It was catching up to her. She tried blasting magic at it. But it had no effect. It brushed it off like it was nothing. What was this creatures? Luna thought. Was it some kind of ancient Ursa major? No. Luna could feel its power. It was something much worse. It was like the tantabus but with a draconequus power. Destructive power but with the magic to create entire worlds. There was no way Luna could fight this creature. She flew faster but it was getting closer. It opens its jaw ready to devour her whole. 

But then she noticed the ocean below her. With one quick move Princess Luna drove headfirst  into the waters. She can only pray that it didn’t follow her down. The creature stops in its tracks. It glazed down at Luna, letting out a fearful growl, then turned around and hovering away disappearing into the pitch black of darkness. 

Princess Luna was too afraid to poke her head out of the waters. Perhaps she was experiencing

a nightmare. Yes, that was it. She would wake up and she would continue her royal duties as if nothing happened. But she found that she couldn’t wake up. In fact she felt like she was drowning. Princess Luna had completely forgotten that she was under water. She needed to breathe. She tried to swim her way up, but her fear of the beast had consumed her. Would it attack her if she poked her head out? Was it simply waiting for her to make her move before it would fly over and bite her head off? Luna was beginning to slip unconscious. She was going to die in this place. The beast had intrapped her in a fate worse than death. In her despair Luna could swear she saw the beast swimming around her like a predator stalking its prey. “Luna” It spoke “Luna” It spoke with her voice but with a much deeper sinister voice hiding beneath. “Luna. Younger sister to Princess Celestia. Moon princess of Equestria and ruler of the night sky” How did it know her name, her sister and her home. Perhaps this thing was an ancient evil that Luna accidently awoke. Wouldn’t be the first time.  “You are a being that I've never seen nor met. A creature with a horn and wings yet speaks like that of a mortal. And with the raw power of a God. Yes. I will enjoy devouring your soul” Luna weeped as the creature drew closer. 

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[pandoraborn]

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When Tommy's entire family dies in a car accident, he moves in with with his late father's brother across the country. It's hard to navigate life alone and sad, it's even harder to figure out how to handle cheery people who are anxious to meet him.

Or: another foster au, with a twist.

Title taken from Miss me (but let me go), by Scrum.