God Only Threw the Humans Out of Paradise
Seriously, this is the most goddamn mentally crippling, clinical depression-inducing fic I've ever read in my whole life. I'm not even kidding. I've never ever cried over a fanfiction before, but this just broke me down. I made the mistake of reading it the second time before going to bed last night, and in the morning, all my classmates were wondering why my eyes were so puffed up.
Ahem.
Anyway, this was from hetalia_kink , so I have no proper way of crediting the wonderful anon who wrote this. If anyone has seen him/her de-anon anywhere, do let me know :) Seriously, please do. After snooping around a little, I have a good reason to believe this was written by pink_vader0001 or AppleCiderVinegar from FF :)
So, the title is God Only Threw the Humans Out of Paradise and, trust me, it's fucking depressing.
The request was:
The nations through their pets' perspective (a la The Art of Racing in the Rain if you have read that book) from the moment they've been taken in (as either a stray, previously abused, or born and bought) to death (whether it be natural or some outside forces).
Here's some excerpt from the fill:
Today, it hurts more than usual. Today, it’s harder to see, it’s harder to hear, it’s harder to move and breathe. I shiver.
“Oh, Al.” My human is over me, and he’s crying. I whimper. “Al, please, I...” I look up at him. He goes quiet, and then closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath. “Today’s it then, is it?” he asks when he opens his eyes again. I don’t exactly answer. I don’t exactly have to. I close my eyes. I’m not letting go yet, but I’m just so tired.
My eyes snap open when suddenly my human starts lifting me into his arms.
“Ups-a-daisy,” he grunts, and holds me close when I whine. “There we are, Al. My poor, sweet boy. It’s a beautiful day today, I...” he pauses and chokes a sob that I can feel all the way in my chest. “Let’s go outside, ha?”
My human puts me down under the tree in the yard. Right at the foot of the old wicker bench, where we used to go out and he’d read to me, up until I couldn’t walk anymore. I want him to read to me again today, like he used to. I just lay there and fight to breathe. I’m not going anywhere until he lets me go.
That last line seriously broke me. I couldn't continue reading because I had to stifle my screams of anguish with my pillow. That and the poem at the end.
Original Request and Fill here
Don't say I didn't warn you. My eyes still smart whenever I remember this Q_Q
Ahem.
Anyway, this was from hetalia_kink , so I have no proper way of crediting the wonderful anon who wrote this. If anyone has seen him/her de-anon anywhere, do let me know :) Seriously, please do. After snooping around a little, I have a good reason to believe this was written by pink_vader0001 or AppleCiderVinegar from FF :)
So, the title is God Only Threw the Humans Out of Paradise and, trust me, it's fucking depressing.
The request was:
The nations through their pets' perspective (a la The Art of Racing in the Rain if you have read that book) from the moment they've been taken in (as either a stray, previously abused, or born and bought) to death (whether it be natural or some outside forces).
Here's some excerpt from the fill:
Today, it hurts more than usual. Today, it’s harder to see, it’s harder to hear, it’s harder to move and breathe. I shiver.
“Oh, Al.” My human is over me, and he’s crying. I whimper. “Al, please, I...” I look up at him. He goes quiet, and then closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath. “Today’s it then, is it?” he asks when he opens his eyes again. I don’t exactly answer. I don’t exactly have to. I close my eyes. I’m not letting go yet, but I’m just so tired.
My eyes snap open when suddenly my human starts lifting me into his arms.
“Ups-a-daisy,” he grunts, and holds me close when I whine. “There we are, Al. My poor, sweet boy. It’s a beautiful day today, I...” he pauses and chokes a sob that I can feel all the way in my chest. “Let’s go outside, ha?”
My human puts me down under the tree in the yard. Right at the foot of the old wicker bench, where we used to go out and he’d read to me, up until I couldn’t walk anymore. I want him to read to me again today, like he used to. I just lay there and fight to breathe. I’m not going anywhere until he lets me go.
That last line seriously broke me. I couldn't continue reading because I had to stifle my screams of anguish with my pillow. That and the poem at the end.
Original Request and Fill here
Don't say I didn't warn you. My eyes still smart whenever I remember this Q_Q