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Lol, we get this question so often that it is actually on our FAQ and the link goes directly to our tragedy tag (fics with Major Character Death). But that is kind of a technical approach and not everybody wants to read an MCD fic, right? And there’s a difference between a sad fic with happy/open ending and angsty fic with a tragic ending. Some time ago, mods here had a discussion about the saddest fic and we couldn’t all agree on the same fic! This time we decided to give you saddest fics by the mod and our guest reviewer, scaramouche.

Saddest fics from flyingcatstiel - As a rule, I don’t read MCD fics, which means that I’ve not read the most famous destiel tearjerkers. Except for that one time when my very first canon fic was Reflection of You (MCD and endverse!). Needless to say, I didn’t read any SU fics for a long time. So, I really can’t tell you how much my saddest fic compares to yours. These are fics that sneaked upon me, put me through an emotional wringer and lingered with me:

Chances by thecouchcarrot

cut it out, and then restart by cheesewithmy

It’s getting dark, too dark to see (submitted rec)

Muscle Memory by komodobits

Oh What A Beautiful City by moosefeels

The Sawdust Men by linoresearch

Sleight of Hand by melo

Smells Like Roses by bomarlowe

Someone I Forgot to Be by mathildadavis

the taste of gravel in the mouth by beenghosting

Things that Leave Marks by thestoryinsideme

Saddest fics from Kyrie - I read MCD and then drown in a pool of tears while saying, “that was so beautiful…sniff, sniff.” Most of these fics are MCD.

The Five People You Meet in Heaven by amarillogrande

How A Righteous Man Raises A Rose by swordofmymouth

In The Silence Afterward by ibroketuesday

In the Spine (submitted rec) by castiel_makes_his_mark_on_me

The Inexhaustible Silence of Houses 

The Interview by speary

The Last Moonlight Serenade (not MCD!) by gankyourdarlings

Ninety One Whiskey (update: not MCD, but so many tears) by komodobits

Not All The Way Through by tracy_loo_who

Remnants (not MCD, tiny ficlet that moved me) by mclachlan

Terms Of Service by misachan

This Thing Called Free Will by tracy_loo_who

Saddest fics from scaramouche - I’m all about the pain that comes from the characters falling very, very low, and then slowly clawing their way back up. Hurt and healing, that’s my jam. 

Doghouse Roses (unofficially recced here and here) by janie_tangerine

Down Like Water by museaway

Ghost Dance by omphalos

Kingdom Come by cheesewithmy

The Last Moonlight Serenade by gankyourdarlings

My Eyes Are An Ocean by entangled_now

White Albatross by spnergiout

Your Heart Makes by schmerzerling

Note: we are going to link the saddest fic question from our FAQ to this post. You may also like our unrequited tag (fics where one is certain that their love is not returned) and unhappyish tag (fics where they separate at the end). 

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Chess in Concert, Royal Albert Hall version. Anatoly/Svetlana, Anatoly/Florence. I guess.

Summary: Svetlana and Anatoly consider their lives and loves following Anatoly's return to Russia.

Requested by: hedwigofthetardis

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“Are you cold?” Anatoly weakly attempted to break the heavy silence between him and his wife.

“No, I’m fine.” Svetlana took her refuge in that silence; she didn’t know quite how she would hold up without it.

“You’re shivering.”

“I’m fine, Anatoly.” She fixed him with an icy glare.

“Come here.” He pulled her into his arms.

Her armour cracked, and she smiled and laughed softly. But then she looked into his face, and her smile turned sad. He didn’t want to be here. It was by fault of necessity, and he was trying to make the best of a bad situation.

She still loved him, but she suspected that now it was a wholly one-sided love. If he did still hold any flame for her, in some deep, abandoned shadow in his heart, it was not the kind of love it used to be. He was only here again, with her, because his heart belonged to the other woman. Or at least he thought it did. It was a bitter victory then, that she had him back within her arms. But then this was hardly surprising. She had been competing for Anatoly’s affections for almost the entire time she’d known him. They’d met because he was an appropriate class match. Their relationship made their families happy. But to begin with, he’d been a sweet, generous, and attentive partner. He’d had his chess, oh he’d always had that, but he’d always made time for her, time for them. But as they’re marriage aged and children appeared around them, his attention slowly slipped away.

His entire world revolved around chess, and his family ebbed into moons in his orbit. So she tried to stop caring. She stopped emotionally investing herself in his training, his wins and his losses. It honestly didn’t matter to her anymore; she just wanted her husband back. So it didn’t come as a surprise when he failed to invite her to accompany him to the World Chess Championship. It should not have been surprising when he found a woman who was far more alluring to him while he was in Merano. But it was. It stung. She wouldn’t let herself really feel it, but Svetlana had hoped her deepest of hearts that he would find his way back to her, and they could be the couple they once were. But this other woman was everything she was not. This other woman shared his passion, she brought him freedom, her body was unmarred by childbirth. Even her name was romantic. Florence. So now Svetlana employed silence as her shield. Anatoly did not love her, so how could she risk letting her heart believe he might?

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Name: Abbie (Abigail)

Nickname: Tom Tom, Bee

Birthday: September 18th

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

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