#not ship fanfic just angst

[justaz]

merlin au where merlin keeps excalibur and returns to camelot to serve under gwen as court sorcerer after she repeals the ban. merlin remains for years, unaging, even as gwen dons wrinkle after wrinkle and spouts grey hair after grey hair. eventually, gwen passes without an heir and since merlin holds arthur’s sigil, he ascends the throne and leads camelot for years. eventually invaders come and slaughter the people and burn the fields etc etc and merlin goes out to fight. he fights like a demon, which is what they call him with his unnatural abilities and golden eyes, and merlin chases them from his kingdom - only, they slaughtered everyone within the citadel. there is no camelot, not anymore, not without her people. merlin should’ve seen this coming as her one true ruler has been and will always be arthur. he waves a hand and puts out the fires and restores the buildings to their once gleaming glory then takes excalibur into the center and drives it into the stone. with the force and power behind it, merlin raises the earth around the kingdom and buries it away from further invasions.

he leaves the kingdom hidden beneath the earth and travels up to the surface to explore just how far the continent spreads. then theres new continents across the ocean and he explores those as well. he watches as the world expands and grows and learns and advances but humans go too far and begin to destroy the world and create weapons of mass destruction and threaten each other with war. merlin assumes arthur will come back considering the destruction of practically everything but he doesn’t. tensions rise and snap and in the blink of an eye, humanity is chased back to their caves. with the loss of technology and modern ideas, humans revert back to their roots and connect with the elements which means they reconnect with magic. it takes another few thousand years for these humans to achieve the level of civilization merlin grew up in his first few decades of life.

different tribes are settled across the land but, thats the thing, over the course of the last few millennia (lets pretend land moves super quick plsplsplsplspls) the separate continents have collided with one another and practically the entire mass could be considered albion. he’s not even sure where the original land resides now. sooo he’s not even sure where camelot resides now. he really should’ve set up some beacon so he could remember but its been thousands upon thousands of years. sue him for his memory being a little foggy. he wanders from tribe to tribe and learns from their new magic while acting as a physician which a lot of them consider him some sort of miracle healer considering his advanced medical knowledge. it’s a win-win tho, he learns new magic and they don’t die. everyone is happy.

then during one such visits to a tribe, he finds a man of twenty summers with a head of golden hair like a crown and sunkissed skin from working outside all day and bright blue eyes that look like the very sky was captured in his gaze. merlin stands for a while and watches him dig around in the dirt, sweat gleaming on his brow, and his muscles rippling as he works. merlin can feel the countless years falling from his shoulders, he feels lighter on his feet, and pure happiness bubbles in him. a grin wide enough to split his face pulls at his lips.

he can’t help himself from stumbling over toward his long lost best friend, his body awkward and gangly with excitement and when he calls out to arthur his voice seems younger than it has in millennia and he vaguely notices that his appearance of wizened old healer melted away to his twenty year old body. arthur looks up with a polite yet confused smile and greets him followed by a question and merlin is faced with the realization that arthur doesn’t know him, doesn’t remember him. merlin manages to keep a thin smile on his face as he reaches out with magic and finds an injury in his knee from years ago that must’ve been bothering him and excuses his use of arthur’s name as someone sending him to find him and help heal the injury.

anyways merlin and arthur become friends and set off on an adventure of gathering the knights of the round table from various tribes/villages and they eventually stumble upon gleaming white stone that merlin belatedly realizes camelot was built with. the knights all take turns tugging at the sword but it doesn’t budge, not until arthur reaches out and tugs as if expecting it to be y’know stuck in stone only it slides out like butter and he knocks the hilt on his forehead and knocks himself out it out. with the sword tugged from the earth, it rumbles and cracks and splits and a hidden kingdom arises from the dirt, gleaming white and shining in the sun. they stare in amazement and awe for a moment before they grow confused and distracted. then arthur turns to merlin and says his name in an all too familiar way and merlin starts sobbing bc arthur is finally back

[anonymouscheeses]

I'm gonna be shitting and screaming and starting fights if Sera becomes a villain. I can't take sibling angst, Sera loves Emily I swear guys believe meeee.

[gloomybadger4life]

Bonus points: Why or Why not?

What about ships you dislike, do you read breakup fics of them?

Also pls no shipping wars.

@chaosmagetwin @krista-kritical @local-enby @zuko-always-lies @ballooo @wingchunwaterbender

[sappy-detective]

“im not a crook adict.”

[wired-heartbeats]

I think self shippers are allowed to have complicated-ass relationships with their F/Os, like yeah we love the lovey-dovey sweet flustering stuff, but also some of us go nuts for a good case of

‘we want to and probably have practically strangled each other but also you’re my soulmate and fate has intrinsically tied us together and I would protect you and fight for you in any given universe but also you’re an actual dumbass and I will tell you so and if we ever go down it’s going to be by the others hand’

Or other related variations, I think it’s great to go hogwild and not all F/O relationships stop at Romantic or Platonic or Familial, the dynamics are endless and can be so fun to play with and navigate

[thecoramaria]

[tadc-and-md-sideblog]

"With No One Left For Me"

first Murder Drones fic let's goooo BASED ON THE SCENE AFTER UZI TRIED TO SAVE N AND SACRIFICE HERSELF AND FOR A FEW MINUTES N PROBABLY WOULD'VE THOUGHT THAT HE JUST LOST LITERALLY EVERYONE :( happy ending tho obvs

AO3 version

“Hey. Thanks for, like, everything.”

The way she’d smiled so sadly at him.

“UZI, DON’T YOU DARE!” N had shouted, immediately understanding what she was going to do.

She’d done it anyway. He shouldn’t have been surprised. Uzi had always been a rebel, but that knowledge hadn’t made this particular instance hurt any less.

The image of her leaping over the massive pit, throwing the keys to the spaceship at him, flashing one last symbol across her visor— “DIE MAD” — before using her Solver to push him far away from the pit, straight out the door of the cathedral… was stuck behind his eyes.

Still lying flat on his back across the stone stairs outside, N stared up at the clouded sky in a hollow state of shock.

She’d always been a rebel.

Even in… death.

He shook his head and sat up, fighting to control his breathing. This couldn’t be the end. He couldn’t just believe that.

Because if he did… that would be it. He’d be alone. Completely.

V was gone. Even if he no longer had feelings for her, she was still his childhood best friend and he would’ve always cared deeply for her. But she was gone. Taken down by the Sentinels, like so many of the other Disassembly Drones.

He’d thought he had Tessa again, the closest thing he had to a mother figure. He’d made the hard choice to kill her when she’d gone too far in threatening and hurting Uzi. The Tessa he remembered would’ve never done that.

Except that hadn’t even been Tessa. Just her corpse, being puppeteered by someone that he’d once seen as a little sister. Someone who was now not at all his sister; someone who was now out to kill them all, just because she could.

And then there was Uzi.

The feelings that stirred whenever he’d been with her over the last couple weeks were familiar but strange, yet he’d embraced them. He didn’t know when it started. He just knew that being with her made things easier. Fun, even, in the midst of the horror world they’d been living in. Being with her brought an easy smile to his face. Watching her storm around in all her over-the-top edginess, only to soften and light up whenever she saw him, warmed him on the inside.

Everything had been scary and confusing, especially when “Tessa” had tried to tell him that they would have to kill Uzi, to protect the rest of the planet from her Solver virus. That had stirred a fear that he hadn’t been ready for. The fear of losing her in all this mess.

He'd refused to hurt her. He just couldn’t. She was too special to him. Too precious. There had to be a way to cure her.

But here they were. She’d saved him and sacrificed herself. For all he knew, she was gone. And he was alone.

Very. Very. Alone.

N stood up, wobbling a little on his feet, panting. He studied the open doors again, then gritted his teeth and extended his wings. With a quick burst of determination, desperation, vain hope, whatever it was, he started to launch himself back inside to find her—

Then everything exploded.

N didn’t know how else to describe what happened. Light split the floor all around him, and before he’d gotten a chance to process that, he was thrown far, far, far up into the sky with a surprised shriek as the air filled with a huge BOOM that quickly quieted the higher he got.

His sensors went offline for a few minutes, but when he’d regained awareness, he was floating in space. Surrounded by floating rocks. Enormous pieces of Copper 9 were hovering in a broken sphere around the exposed core.

Oh. The core had exploded again.

Just like Earth. Just like the other exoplanets.

Okay, then.

Still determined, still refusing to give up hope, N spread his wings again and started trying to swim his way through the space void. He would search through every bit of the floating wreckage if it meant finding Uzi again.

As far as he knew, she was the only one left that could possibly still be alive.

Fortunately, he came across “Tessa” and J’s spaceship first. Quickly he climbed inside, then let his programming take over as he started up the ship with the keys Uzi had tossed at him. She’d meant for him to use them to get away, definitely, but he would not leave without her.

As he expertly navigated the ship through the drifting wreckage, N kept a careful eye on the screens displaying what was around the outside the ship. Searching desperately for any glimpse of purple, or a Solver symbol that wasn’t yellow, anything.

Please still be here. Please still be alive. Please don’t leave me.

I need you.

Then, like a reply from the heavens, he saw her, and a huge smile spread across his face. She was sitting on a rock up ahead. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but she was alive; it was definitely her. He’d found her.

She was okay.

Everything else switched to tunnel vision as he excitedly sped up the ship, trying to catch up to her. The ship wouldn’t be able to slow down easily with the lack of air friction out here in space, so his best bet would be to just fly the ship straight into her. He could pull her inside afterwards. He knew she would be fine.

Uzi freaked out and threw a wrench at him initially, exclaiming that her mom had been back there, but when he apologized in a panic and started scrambling to turn the ship around, she simply stomped closer and threw her arms around him, burying her face against his shoulder.

“You were supposed to get away,” she mumbled, almost in a pout, hugging him tighter. Her expression was out of sight, and he figured that was how she wanted it to be.

“Yeah—” N frowned for a moment, not genuinely angry, but still rattled from earlier. “I’m kind of, like, actually mad about what you did,” he informed her, crossing his arms. “But, we can talk lateeEEERRRR!”

His words were interrupted by a mad scramble to navigate the ship through more wreckage and debris without crashing, but the sentiment stood. Those minutes of being alone, thinking he could’ve been alone for the rest of his life, had been legitimately terrifying and painful.

But he’d never been so glad to have been wrong. Uzi was alive, and she was here with him. His life had been a terrifying spiral, especially in the past couple weeks as the truth about everything had slowly unfolded. He didn’t know what lay ahead, with Cyn trying to destroy everything. But he hadn’t lost everyone.

Uzi was the most precious person to him in his life. She was all he had left, but despite it all, she was more than enough.

Whatever lay ahead, they would face it together. Just like always.

[applecidersstuff]

Kaz's journey to grieving his brother properly will start with Matthias.

Do you ever realize that Matthias is the second loss Kaz has ever experienced? He had witnessed many deaths among the Dregs, but he never allowed himself to get attached to any of them, so he didn't really viewed them as losses. In almost ten years, crows are the first people that Kaz has accepted as his family, and while Kaz and Matthias are hard to call best friends, they are friends. They are on more of the "high school rivals" side of the spectrum, but it doesn't mean they don't care about what happens to the other.

And the news of Matthias's death hits the crew right after Kaz has finally avenged his brother.

So, don't imagine how lost Kaz will be when he realizes that the pain he felt after the swim from the reaper's barge came back, but now it was there on behalf of the big Fjerdan.

Don't imagine how he will freeze when he finds the map of the ice court with Matthias's crooked handwriting or pardon that he never got to use and realizes that it is all that's left of Helvar.

Don't imagine how his thoughts slowly switch from one thing to another, and he slowly realizes there's nothing left from his brother.

Don't imagine how he feels something on his cheek, and when he tries to wipe it off and feels water, he realizes that he's crying.

Don't imagine how, while walking through the Government District, and passing Fjerdan Ambassy, he sees an ash tree, and in his head, he hears Matthias mumbling something. It's some Fjerdan prayer, designed to give peace to the dead, that he was saying on the black veil.

Don't imagine how Kaz approaches the tree and quietly repeats that prayer.

And please, don't imagine how after that the pain in his chest finally disappears. He knows it will be back, but it won't be as bad.

And from afar, Jordie is smiling. His brother had finally forgiven himself for staying alive. He can finally be at peace.

[1pcii]

my fave alabasta shipping dynamics is pre-established zolu playing matchmaker (how successful they are? eehhhh) for pining namivivi

[inmymagnetoera]

I'm a firm supporter of Erik/Logan.

[the-overanalyst]

broke: ruikasa with gratuitous tsukasa angst

woke: minoharu with gratuitous haruka angst

[ssaseaprince]

When the characters finally kiss in a fanfiction that I deliberately started reading solely because of that pairing, and yet somehow I'm still panicking so much that I have to close the page and can't bring myself to look at it and continue

[ayasenisan1713]

Title: Descent into hell/Do you want to come to hell with me?

Summary: Yoo Jonghyuk was betrayed, his companions murdered one by one until he eventually died. At the end of his first round, the regressor thus swore to take revenge on Anna Croft.

After becoming stronger and enduring countless hardships, Yoo Jonghyuk painstakingly manages to take revenge on Anna Croft, killing all her allies before torturing her and ending her life.

However, as he thought everything was over, he loses his companions once more. Yoo Jonghyuk discovered that Anna, the one on whom he had inflicted so much pain, was actually innocent. Everything had been orchestrated by Cheon Inho, one of the Ten Evils, who had framed her as the culprit. Cheon Inho thus continues to take everything away from Yoo Jonghyuk as the regressor struggles in vain, unable to defeat Cheon Inho.

In his second round, Anna Croft recovers her memories from the past round and decides to side with Cheon Inho, thus betraying Yoo Jonghyuk. The two villains ally against Yoo Jonghyuk, who always loses everything, until after countless rounds (like 40, or 41) Cheon Inho finds a way to stop Yoo Jonghyuk’s regressions, putting an end to the never-ending conflict.

Yoo Jonghyuk lost, and Cheon Inho won.

[ennawrite]

decided to write a tamlain beauty & the beast inspired fic out of spite.

Here’s the first chapter! :)

The young woman’s heart sped up with every quickened step of her feet on the lush forest floor. That dark entity was gaining on her, and soon, her mind would be a victim to it. 

She raced through the dense canopy of trees, thorns and sharp branches nipped at her upper body. Ruby red blood dripped down her face and arms, landing in pools on the greenery. 

She had heard stories—no, nightmarish tales— of the Spring forest, but she’d chalked it up to folklore and hearsay. But gods, was she so very wrong. 

The young woman was almost to the edge of the forest—almost to the empty, freeing expanse of a clearing—when a long, thick root caught the toe of her boot. 

With a loud snap from her ankle, she toppled over, shrieking loudly as that searing pain filled her whole being. 

She tried to stand, but the break would not allow it. Crawling would be her best bet, but as dark whispers from the mist echoed around her, she realized with a heavy heart that there was no fleeing. This was it. 

The woman tried to steady her heavy breathing, tried to silence her futile cries. She willed her mind to stand strong against this twisted perpetrator, to stand against whatever it had to throw at her. 

In a flash, nasty, horrible words and voices filled the woods, blocking out any other sound. There were so many, too many. The woman pressed her hands against her ears and screamed, but the voices followed her. They were inside of her. 

There was no escaping. 

She crawled into a fetal position as the mist haunted her mind with familiar voices. Her mother. Her grandmother. People from her village. 

No. Not them. Anything but them. 

“You are and will forever be nothing, Elain.” 

“No man will ever love a girl so broken.” 

“This is all your fault. You did this.”

“They’re gone because of you, Elain.” 

Elain shook and sobbed against the forest floor, the tears fell down her face in steady streams. The locket hanging from her neck felt like icy flames against her chest and she ripped it from herself, casting it into the shrubbery. 

Those awful voices slowly twisted into her own as the dark mist engulfed her wholly. 

Your fault. Your fault. Your fault. 

You did this. 

You killed them. 

You are nothing. 

Worthless. 

The thoughts were deafening, the grey air suffocating. She couldn’t take much more of it. She’d spent so many years pushing those feelings and thoughts down. Tried so hard to bury them. And now they were spilling out like lava.

Her body and head ached, but more importantly, her soul ached. Her heart had been broken for so many years, perhaps this was time for it to finally give out.

She found herself hoping this was it. That she would finally be rid of this life. She had lots of things to answer for in the next, but nothing could be as bad as this. 

Your fault, Elain. 

Stupid, broken girl.

You are better off dead. 

Just as she finally gave herself over completely to the monster that was her own conscience, a loud snarl sounded over the haunting echoes of her mind. 

You are wort—

A viscous growl cut off the voice, and then…

Nothing. 

[idontknowmyownmind]

Another Soukoku angsty idea?

Dead!Chuuya

The goverment secretly still has one clone of him but it's not in Japan, that's why no one know.

Idk how, but Chuuya died at 25 (maybe).

When they heard about his death, they decide to "released" the clone.

The clone is forever 5 before he was awoken.

Just imagine when Dazai finally heal and ready to move on (few years after) he come across chibi Chuuya... and he found out what doesn it mean...

[tired-gae]

Prompt #27: "That's not the point"

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen (for cursing)

No warnings as of now!! (If there is something that should be put here, let me know!)

(No ships either)

Premise: Post-revival (Died in Infinity War, ambiguously is Alive at present time, between Infinity War and Endgame) Loki and Clint have a conversation.

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Loki had been in the Avengers Compound for nearly a week. It had been a few days since the revelation that the Invasion of New York was not done voluntarily on Loki’s part (and since he’d last seen Barton.) Thanos was a topic of heavy discussion, of course, given the whole ‘Snap’ business. Loki’s almost glad he was dead at the time, if only because he didn’t have to witness that event. 

He and Barton hadn’t made eye contact since he’d returned. This did not come as a surprise, and Loki expected this pattern to continue.

So imagine his shock when, as Loki is sitting against a wall in an unused training room in an attempt to think uninterrupted, Barton walks into the room and sits down mere feet from him. Loki glances over but chooses not to react. Whatever Barton is trying to accomplish, he’s sure it will make itself clear soon.  

He observes the agent quietly. Barton looks tired. He’s staring, eyes half-lidded, at the floor, and appears older than Loki remembers. (Though, he supposed, it had been a good number of years since New York. Mortals aged quickly, did they not?) He takes note of Barton’s lack of weapons. (Visible ones, anyway. He is a spy.) A display of benevolence, perhaps? He can’t imagine it’s a display of trust, considering it all.  

Loki looks away once again. It continues to be silent.  

The silence is expected. Loki can hear the gentle whine of Barton's hearing aids. (An old pair, presumably worn for comfort reasons. Stark had bought (made?) him a pair recently, after deciding the technology around Clint's ears was subpar at best, and that the archer could do better. Loki had yet to see him wear them.)  

The silence is also fragile. Barton is the first one to break it.  

"You too, huh?" 

Loki hums quietly. "In a different way, but... yes." 

Barton picks at the skin around his fingernails. "I had a feeling." 

Loki's head snaps toward him, stunned. He struggles to find words for a moment, mouth opening and closing stupidly. He settles on, "Pardon?" 

Barton's eyes finally flicker over to Loki's, his eyes still half-lidded, tired. "You do realize I remember a good amount of my time under the mind-control crap, right? I mean, it wasn't that hard to figure out." He looked away again. "I don't actually have pigeon shit for brains."

Loki takes a moment to form his response, choosing only to respond to the last part of the statement. "I'm aware. You were the brains behind the stunt in Germany, and subsequently the entire plan, after all. I could hardly think you were stupid." 'A distraction and an eyeball,' if Loki remembered correctly. 

Barton's face twists into a grimace briefly before he shakes it off. "Anyway—the point was, I remember a lot of those few days. I remember you going into a trance-like thing a few times, and coming back from it all shaky and shit. ...Not that you weren't really shaky the whole time. You were weirdly weak, and despite telling us not to overwork ourselves, you didn't really seem to sleep at any point..." He shrugged. "I dunno. After I more-or-less got over it all, it wasn't exactly a difficult conclusion to come to that there was something fishy going on, that you weren't really the big bad." 

Loki stared at the wall opposite them, fingers digging into the flesh of his arms where he was crossing them. It was silent again for only a moment. 

"Oh, and SHIELD's known since forever." Barton added like an afterthought. "I mean, they combed through basically every piece of footage from the invasion, I've seen the clips. They analyzed the shit out of the footage from the collapsed PEGASUS facility, they couldn't really ignore all the signs that you weren't quite... at your best when you showed up." Understatement of the millennium, Loki thought with very little mirth. Barton looked over lazily again, though this time Loki was the one avoiding eye contact. 

"Anywho." Barton continued, quieter. "This isn't forgiveness or any crap like that." 

"I wouldn't expect it to be," Loki agreed. 

"It is... I dunno. An olive branch I guess." He shrugged, crossing his arms in a mirror to Loki to stop himself from picking more at the skin on his hands. "Part of me still wants to put an arrow through your skull, but, y'know, it's a small part." 

Loki frowned. "You would be completely entitled to do so, if you wished. I would not stop you from taking that revenge." It likely wouldn't even kill him, he mused. Nothing seems to be able to do that these days. 

Barton groaned, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Loki can't help but wonder what he'd said wrong. "See, you say shit like that, and it makes that part even smaller. I mean, dude. I'm not actually gonna fucking shoot you." 

Loki can't say he understands why not, but he can't say he understands much about Barton. (Despite quite literally being in his mind at one point.) None of these mortals make much sense. 

Barton sighed, letting his hand drop again. “Anyways. That’s not the point. The gist is... we’re OK, all things considered. If you catch me using a printed out picture of your face on a dummy during target practice, mind your business. That’s just how my brain works.” He shifts, standing back up from their position of sitting against the wall. “I’ll see you around, terrorist. Don’t die on us again. Still needja for the whole killing Thanos thing.” 

Loki rolled his eyes at the ‘terrorist’ nickname. “Never losing that epithet, am I?” 

“Not a chance.”