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thewriterg · 11 months

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𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

pairing(s): peter parker × fem!reader, peter parker x poc! reader, tony stark × fem!reader, guardians × fem!reader

summary: you and peter always argued about which one of you had to go first when the time came and it was too soon for you to finalize your decision

word count: 3.0k+

warning(s): soulmate au, death, crying, soul bonds dying, pet names, suicidal thoughts, Thanos, injuries, infinity war, descriptions of violence, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @that-bi-multifandom-mess & @galaxygifs— So when I thought of the reader screaming for when she’s in mourning I though of these two audios so use it don’t use do as you please

“You’re much more of a Thanos” You heard Strange say from the dimension he had You, Tony, Mantis, Nebula, Drax, Quil, and Peter in waiting for the opportunity You and the brunette sat close to each other hip to hip hand in hand reading one another’s thoughts without even trying but it was always that way

It’s what happens when you’re soulmates.

“Hey I love you, you know that?” The vigilante spider talked to you through your soul bond something that you had both learned to do a little more in vain than you both wanted

Peter didn’t expect for the first time his soulmate was talking to him telepathically was to be stuck under a pile a rubble in the midst of a panic attack trying to push his was out

“Peter, stop talking like that.” You hissed out loud even though he didn’t take it to heart you were uneasy everyone was but he felt a fraction of it and anyone could visibly see it you’re eyes were flicking a bright white and your hair started to sway softly in different directions

“With all six stones I can simply snap my fingers, they would all cease to exist and I call that… mercy.” The tone the alien of a man had could make anyone shiver instead it just made you angry

“Then you’ll find our will equal to yours” The sorcerer tapped his wrist together his sparking plates coming to form in front of his fist as a deserted and broken down quinjet came crashing from the what seemed to be thin air on top of the purple being

The portal opened as the guardians other than Mantis began to step out of the circle already on defense and as you began to walk up to the sparking source ready to jump out of and iron fist grabbed your arm

“Hey! You’re not going need you for the finale with antennas over here” Tony spoke to you as you snatched your forearm away from his grasp

“You’re insane if you think I’m not going” You seethed at the billionaire

“Mr stark she's my mate she has to come with me” Peter spoke wearily steeping in front of you a little to the side of Tony as you squinted at the pair beginning to take a step in front of them both before an iron hand had you flying backwards until you dropped on your ass and before you could get up your wrist were tied together with sticky web fluid

“No hard feelings kid” The brunette hummed calling back his metal hand as it connected back to his suit while Peter winced at your swearing protest

“Peter, I swear to God when I get ou-!”

“Sorry love!” He had stepped out of the portal before he could here the rest of your threat watching as Tony was forced back by a group of debris and rubble as he swung by his webs using his web shooter to aim at the Titans eye before throwing a punch to his jaw and Drax ran at him slicing the back of his calves with his swords

You groaned while white electricity surrounded you melting the spider fluid around your hands and you felt a hand on your shoulder before you shrugged it off getting back up on your feet hearing Mantis gasp in amazement

“You’re vibrations are so powerful!” The empath stared at you with wide black pupils in awe as you rolled your eyes it what happens when you were eight years old injected with a poison to make your heart pump rapidly while being strapped down to strapped down on a experiment table with hydra scientists thinking it would be a great idea to shock your chemical filled body with a hundred watts of energy

Instead of you heart stopping it just regulated and the electricity mixed poorly with the chemical and suddenly you could draw power from earth's electromagnetic field

You approached the sparking portal and it closed to a small circle in front of you and you tried not to scream in frustration before casting your palm out to it as white strikes of lightning and sparks of electricity mixed with the yellow and orange it rejected it as you tried to force it open to no avail

“FUCK!”

“Fuck!” Mantis repeated carefully clapping her hands together at her success and you were on the brink of whiplash as you turned to look at her with wide alert eyes

“No Mantis don’t say-”

“Fuck!?” Great, you were left to babysit.

“Mantis you don’t say fuck. Fuck is a bad word. You. don’t. say. fuck.” You stated sternly watching as her antennas dropped almost like a puppy’s ears as if it was sad and lost

“Humans way is so complicated” She muttered into the open

“Yea tell me about it” Suddenly the portal opened from under you both and you were dropped onto either one of Thanos shoulders the suddenness of it all shocked you both before you shook the feeling from your shoulders pressing your fingertips onto the titans temple a small gasp leaving your lips as Mantis did the same

Strange had sparking whips around one arm, while one of Peter Qs taser pads kept the same one in place for good measure, Peter Ps webs wrapped around his torso tugging him to his knees extra vibranium spider like legs sprouted from his back helping him stand firmly tugging on the spiderweb that kept the captivator down and Tony struggled to take the garment off his other hand that wasn’t under attack as he screamed continuously in agony before finally falling silent

“Is he under? Don’t let up.” Tony quipped struggling to loosen up the garment and Peter looked at you gaze holding concern as you head slightly twitched while you let out soft grunts and moans in discomfort he hated that you were even that close to this imbecile

“Be quick he is very strong” Mantis answered for the both of you she had more experience in the mind control department than you did but was still uncomfortable nonetheless the brunette couldn’t take his eyes off you however your hair pure white, the air becoming windy around them all, your eyes white with a soft glow behind them while you looked far away in your own mind, electricity sparking all around you but your fingertips were its main source as his soul bond screeched at him to take you far away from there

“Parker hello!? A little help get over here they can’t hold much longer” Peter didn’t waste another second before he was suddenly next his mentor gripping and pulling on the gauntlet with a groan as it loosened little by little

“I thought you’d be hard to catch, for the record this was my plan” The vigilante could’ve rolled his eyes at that You and him made the most important parts of the plan the only thing he made up was Mantis putting him to ‘sleep’ even though she told him it didn’t work that way

“Not so tough now huh? Where is Gamora!?” He questioned glaring at the titan as he crumbled on his knees

“Oh bullshit! Where is she!?” He repeated

“He is in anguish! He mourns!” Mantis whimpered

“What does this monster have to mourn!?” Drax wheezed out Peter‘s gaze immediately shifted from the tin glove to you as you suddenly gasped out of your trance before moaning heavily in pain

“Tony I can’t hold it” You cried out the most vulnerable the billionaire had ever seen you despite his few years of knowing you as he cursed under his breath Peter however couldn’t relate when it came to the subject his grip loosening on the gauntlet beginning to turn towards you

“Shit kid I know just two minutes” The brunette couldn’t tell if he was talking to You or to Peter so he settled on both and Peter was determined as ever to get this the hell over with as he tugged harder on the base of the gauntlet

“Gamora, He came back with the soul stone but she didn’t” Nebula answered suddenly and Quills attention immediately shifted towards her urging her to go on his blood running cold as she finished her sentence

“Okay Quill, you gotta cool it right now You understand? Do not, Don’t engage we almost got this off!” Tony yelled the victory so close he could taste it on his tingue

“Tell me she’s lying. Asshole! Tell me you didn’t do it” Peter screamed Tony’s yelling white noise in the background while Nebula put her head down in defeat

“I had… to” Thanos muttered and the brunettes eyes started to water his voice cracking as he spoke

“No you didn’t, No you didn’t” Suddenly his quad blaster was connecting to the titans temple Tony rushed to his side wrestling his arms above his head You and Mantis both gasped in pain taking your palms away from the beings temples as if you touched a hot eye on the stove before placing them back pressing down even firmer trying not to let the control slip

“It’s coming! I got it! I got it!” Just as the gauntlet sipped from the being fingertips he was out of the mind control head butting you with a sickening ‘crack’ you’re eyes rolling in the back of your head as he then took you from his shoulder with a crushing grip throwing your unconscious body with harsh intentions Thanos than snatched the tin glove back into his grasp causing Peter to repel backwards before quickly getting back onto his feet his senses going off like crazy

“I got you!” The vigilante made a long leap as you flew over his head catching your limp body into his arms his iron spider legs making a cage around you both blocking your body’s from the hard fall he held your firmly his hand resting on the back of your head pressing it into his shoulder panting heavily he watched as suddenly craters of the moon flew down around the both of you too close for his liking before he was back off the ground swinging through mid air fire flying past your bodies burning through old ships

“Come on sweetheart wake up, come on baby” Peter stressed yet his tone still sweet as he made the most out of his one web shooter wrapping up the unconscious guardians in the tacky web fluid one by one you still being pressed into his chest enabling him to use his other arm

“Dammit please, wake up! ” Suddenly you gasped awake lightning striking through the air creating a type of force fields around the abandoned ship Peter had found a temporary shelter for you to all settle on Your eyes and hair were pure white as you sucked in a deep breath pushing off of the brunettes chest standing on your feet tornadoes began to form whirling outside around the makeshift pod surging in the craters and extra pieces of rubble into their harsh winds you closed your eyes focusing on the biggest unfamiliar vibration before finally breathing out and as if it were an explosion Peter watched in awe as the winds traveled blatantly within a blink of an eye across the field into Thanos’s path sending him flying backwards as Tony flew after him he didn’t dawn on the fact too long his eye’s immediately darting back to you as your legs wobbled and before you could fall he was by your side gently lowering you to the ground taking your face into his palms pressing a kiss to your forehead squeezing his eyes shut tight as they watered

“I’m so glad you’re safe, im so glad you’re okay, you’re so strong, I love you, please be okay, please don’t scare me like that again, I love you.” The brunette muttered over and over pressing his chin into the crown of your head and pressing another kiss into your hairline

“I wasn’t strong enough” You whispered and Peter brung his head back to stare at you in disbelief both palms of his hand pressed to you cheeks your nose dripping a bit of blood your body slightly trembling you probably had a concussion maybe even blunt trauma

He wasn’t there in time

Now you were hurt

He failed you

His fault

It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault its all his fault all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault-

“Peter it’s not your fault” You whispered pressing the palm of your hand to his pale cheek and he kicked himself he hated when you read his mind at the worst time and even more than now because You we’re the one hurt

“Okay, okay. Can you stand?” You nodded shakily and the brunette helped you up to your feet as you looked over to the unconscious guardians taking a small step forward and Peter grabbed your arm

“Hey if you can’t hold it, you let go.” He remarked and with a stiff nod in agreement like a silent promise you crouched down to them all pressing your palm down flat on the ground and Peter watched to carefully as small surges of electricity traveled around the floor surging into their limp bodies causing them to softly jerk until Quill woke with a loud groan his body aching

“Yea you may of hit a couple of things on the way down, not actually my fault your just super heavy” The brunette looked at the teen with an offended look before he was telepathically through across the surface of the making a dent into the metal with another harsh noise of discomfort as you fixed him with a harsh glare

“Yeah probably deserved that one” He wheezed as Drax helped Mantis to her feet and Nebula sat up where she had once lied the rage suddenly hit the Star lord like a bus and in the blink of an eye he was gone his mask over his face the sound of his quad blaster shooting freely

Peter went to wrap an arm around you putting forward his wrist to shoot a web to swing on as the guardians followed you could fly yes but he didn’t want to risk it and when you were up close like this buzzing with electricity he could feel you it gave him a sense of comfort

You all made it to where Tony barely stood injured and Peter landed you both at his side helping him stand up right as the air chilled around you yet you didn’t have a need to start a blizzard

“Somethings happening” Mantis whispered suddenly not more than a second later she faded to dust right next to where Quill stood while Tony took a careful step forward a small gasp resting on his lips Drax was next to go wheezing breathes on his lips and suddenly your heart was slowing little by little beat by beat

“Steady Quill” The billionaire demanded

“Awh man” He whispered before he was gone into the wind as the other and Tony’s eyebrows furrowed his chest beginning to tighten yet not with death he had felt that too many times and this wasn’t it

“Tony, there was no other way” Strange called out until the billionaire looked at him before continuing and once again he was gone

“Mr Stark, I don’t feel so good” It was your turn for you chest to tighten as you whipped around to look at Peter not being able to focus on the dizziness from the sudden movement your soul bond felt weak you couldn’t channel him like you usually did

“You’re alright” Tony said firmly like he wasn’t leaving any room for arguing

“No Peter.” You rushed to his side just as he beginning to lower to the ground you pressed your palms to his cheeks and the brunette felt a small buzz around his whole body while Tony and Nebula watched you both young love wilting to a perish

“Please come on. Don’t- DONT DO THIS TO ME” Your voice raised as the small time frame windows passed you and all the vigilante did was smile at you

“I love you, so much. You have to let go now come on you promised.” You shook your head thick tears rolling down your cheeks your chest tight and aching as you tried to delay death with only your palms

“I can feel you, Peter. I-I can feel you, I can.” He nodded at you in reassurance turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your wrist placing a hand over yours before quickly flinging you arm away as he collapsed to the floor and as you went to rush towards him Tony’s arms were wrapped around you arms and waist as you thrashed around in his hold as you watched the other part of your soul turn to dust and ash before your eyes

“I love you” He whispered before he was gone. Your scream traveled across the field pleading to whatever gods were willing to listen but none did you chest felt empty and your will to live was gone

“Please kill me Tony, please kill me. please” You sobbed and the older man turned you around to press your head into his shoulder his hand rested on the back of your head into your thick hair and suddenly he was holding onto to nothing as you began to fade away your bond felt tighter as if it was resurrected and you took it as Peter calling you home now before you were finally gone

Tony collapsed opening his arms before claiming them back down as if he was trying to grab onto you but to no avail

“Oh kid.”

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Honestly not my best work but something to work me out of writers block 😊

maybe a part 2?🤔

For now my request are closed but will open back up hopefully before the month is over

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fotibrit · 5 months

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A fic which re-tells the events of Endgame... but from Peter's point of view. Because in this AU, the soul stone allows those stuck in it to see what is happening in their home universe, but not interfere. Peter watches Tony nearly die on the spaceship. He watched Tony tell Steve he "lost the kid", and realize what that means. He is so proud of Tony for prioritizing himself, but then... Peter realizes Tony will be giving in. Entering the battle to get everyone back, Tonys own life be damned. Peter watches, trapped, knowing the second that Tony succeeds and Peter comes back to life, he will forget everything he watched.

Peter gets dragged from the soul stone kicking and screaming, knowing his life means Tony sacrifices everything. Again.

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nyashykyunnie · 7 months

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˗ˏˋ Sung Jinwoo Assassin Au: Part 1◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

‼️[tw: gore, extreme violence, sadistic Jinwoo. Inspired From Manhwa: Killer Peter.]‼️

╰┈➤ ❝ [ The Emperor of the Dark Hours; The True Nightmare of the Witching Hours.] ¡! ❞

Stripped of his right to live as a child, a poor soul entangled in the curse of the devil as someone unfortunately chosen to be a vessel of a secret organization who's sole purpose is to be a breeding grounds for war machines— This was the life 10 year old Sung Jinwoo had found himself stuck in.

He hated his life, oh how he resented the world and cursed it's existence. But what was he to do? He was taken away from his family and reportedly they had died in the hands of his puppeteers.

He had no home to go back to.

So he spent his life perfecting the art of murder, his animosity has been bred to its full extent since at the ripe age of 21— Jinwoo had already climbed his way into being the most powerful assassin the underworld never have fathomed.

Jinwoo was ruthless with his assassinations, he spares no mercy with his targets. Not even giving them the luxury of screaming for their life. The moment their mouths open— Their head would already be rolling on the floor while the rest of their bodies would stand in an eerie stance as blood sputters out of it like a delicate fountain.

It was mercy if you had been able to even realize your upcoming doom, most of the time his targets would have died without even realizing the cause.

One minute you could be indulging in a fine wine imported from the best, the next, you're already in purgatory.

All while your killer takes the bottle of red liquid and pours himself a drink, indulging in the taste of fine luxury, gulping it down with his adam's apple moving so sensuously in his throat before throwing the glass away on the floor so lazily.

Nobody had ever seen his face, nor could the authorities ever dare to bring him to justice.

Jinwoo was too clever, too smart, too calculating.

His crimes had always been perfect, making it more frustrating for them to try and capture him.

So they stopped trying, stopped attempting to find the devil of the witching hours.

50 years. He ruled for 50 years until all of the sudden his activities were put to an eerie stop.

No client could find him, not even his former bosses could look for him. His face was just all too well hidden.

Jinwoo grew up to be a retired old man running a tiny little shop in a small neighborhood. Though he was a quiet and reserved man, the neighbours adore his meals.

Such a shame that a man like him would be so secretive and quiet. Though, he did have a weak spot for children. For once, the people around him would see a glimmer of gentleness spread across the old man's stone-cold features.

The little boys and girls remind Jinwoo of his dear baby sister who he accompanied all the time to watch little girl movies and played with her dolls.

His life was peaceful for another five years.

That was,... Until all of the sudden, his humble little shop got infiltrated by a bunch of thugs.

Jinwoo tried to fight them back, but oh his brittle bones and already scrawny body failed to fight against the young ones who thrashed him around like a pathetic ragdoll.

As a last effort to escape with his little life, Jinwoo threw hot sauce in their eyes just so he can slip away into the darkness.

He ran and ran until he crashed into the field of wheat. The dirt and grime stuck on his old and withered body as he stared up at the beautiful night sky above his head.

How pretty were the stars are, the only salvation for a man like him who lived in bloodshed and despair.

It was a rightful ending for the Emperor of the night, no longer will he plague the witching hours with his brutality—

A pathetic goodbye for a man who has never lived.

He thought of his baby sister, had she lived she would be married by now and having a child of her own and grandchildren of her children. He thought of his loving mother, who cradled him in the darkest of nights and soothed his nerves from his nightmares. He thought of his father, the man he admired the most for his kindness.

The consciousness of the old man slipped away in an instant, a fleeting farewell to the hell he has come to call 'Home.'

Or so he thought.

Jinwoo jolted awake, his head hammering so painfully as he regained his senses.

It went on like that for a few seconds before a female voice scolded him out of nowhere.

"Oppa! How long are you gonna laze around there like a caterpillar!!! You have work to do!!" A female girl, presumably 17 or so, scolds him with an angry pout.

Jinwoo stared at her emptily, dumbfounded at her appearance. Jet-black hair and grey eyes that strongly resembled him, a face as pretty as his mother when she was young in his vivid memories— Jinah.

"Whatever, stop staring like that and I will be off to school now! And don't kill yourself while hunting!"

"G-Goodluck at school." Jinwoo manages to stammer out in his flustered state. Jinwoo watched his little sister leave his room, feeling lightheaded with how surreal everything is.

How badly did he want to run up to her and hug her tightly. But his legs were shaking too much. After a while of contemplating. He got up from his bed and navigated the small apartment to look for the bathroom.

After a while, he managed to find it. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, cold grey eyes looking at a figure of a scrawny adult who looked like he was just 15 or 16.

He sighed, running his hand back at his hair as he mumbled under his breath: "What a scrawny little brat this body is. Fuck—"

Jinwoo suddenly toppled over, groaning in pain as his head suddenly had a massive migraine. Memories were pouring. They were his but not really his.

It was the memory of the former Sung Jinwoo, the scrawny owner of this pathetic body.

Dungeons, monsters, death, death, D E A T H.

"Huu...." The migraine subsided, a smirk forming on Jinwoo's face as he ran his hand on his hair. "It's like a game, and this bloody thing that keeps annoying me all morning"

His gaze then turned towards the notification window that was floating in front of him, "Jinah couldn't see this. I guess it's only available for me?..."

"I guess it's time to work again."

#solo leveling #sung jinwoo #sung jin woo #solo leveling headcanons #sung jinwoo hcs #sung jinwoo headcanons #sung jinwoo fic #only i level up #There will be a part 2 dw

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youandtom2 · 2 years

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We Need to Talk About Peter (dark!Peter Parker)

Summary: There's something not right about Peter. Why is no one talking about it? Themes: angst, horror w/c: 4.2k a/n: I wanted to write something a little darker based loosely on the book We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver. I didn't want to romanticise anything, this is simply just a story and NOT a 'peter parker x reader' even if it might be tagged as such. Please take the time to read the warnings as this is about a topic that is triggering. Also, this is a reminder to keep yourselves safe out there, especially in places where gun control isn't as enforced as it should be.

T/W: SCHOOL SHOOTING, BULLYING, VIOLENCE, SUICIDE, DARK CONTENT AHEAD! VERY RAW! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

MASTERLIST

Every school has one: that detached, isolated person who sits at the back of the class, having no intention of uttering a word to anyone that approaches them. The deviant nobody pays attention to because, after many fruitless attempts, it is simply too difficult to connect with them through any means of communication. To everyone's knowledge, they're just a name and a body and nothing further. A walking, empty soul that floats around the school. A blank canvas who has yet to leave an imprint on society but with no personality, no emotion and no social background, it seems highly unlikely they ever will.

Every school has one regardless. But none of those other schools ever had someone quite like Peter.

Now Peter contained all of the typical symptoms. Quiet, restricted, invisible. Oftentimes you would pass him in the corridor with the hint of a bruising or a red blemish developing on his face just minutes after being harassed by someone who didn't quite understand him. Not necessarily saying that you did, but you knew more than anyone else that there was something psychologically obscure about him; something that wasn't to be reconciled with. Everyone else disregarded him and blamed it on a defect of character, but what struck you about him was the way he would never stray from that stone cold expression, you never saw any other emotion donning his face. No fear, no pain, nothing. But that was just typical Peter.

You couldn't ignore how much it bothered you that everyone was completely blind to his very distinct anti-social behaviour. The teachers paid him no mind because he did the work, he was a grade A student, and his family background checks were completely healthy. So as long as he was able to conform to the school rules and there was no trouble at home, then it was assumed that having no personality was his personality.

Indeed, he was unique. But not in the way that everyone thought because he embodied something that no one else had. Something that exhorted him to exceed his reputation and do the unthinkable.

He had a motive.

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Your day at school is like any other. Your English literature work basks in the sun, shining its rays onto your desk as if it was mocking you, reminding you that once again you are stuck in school with work at your fingertips. English isn't your favourite but it's tolerable. The class isn't half bad, the teacher knows what he's doing and maybe about a third of the course sparks your interest. The other two thirds you fall asleep to.

The other dilemma is your partner, Peter. Having the misfortune of sitting next to him, it is inevitable that when teamwork projects come along you will always be paired with him. You have to give it to him though, he never fails you when it comes to putting in the effort. He's smart, clever and a little too cunning for your liking. This particular feature about him you try to suppress when it gets the better of you, knowing all too well that he gets enough shit from everyone else. The least you could do is persevere and expand your patience.

It's team project day and as instructed by your teacher you turn towards your partner. Your skin turns cold when you notice a purple haze grazing his cheek amongst the red undertones of his skin, where the traces of tears are obvious to the eye. Like you say, he gets enough shit from everyone else. The last thing he needs is for you to be the same. With a hesitant smile on your lips and a spark of optimism growing, you present your findings to Peter.

"Okay, so I spent 3 hours last night doing analysis and evaluation on chapter 3. I also started making the template for our presentation which I can do if you're totally not up for it. It's cool. And I know you're supposed to be doing quotes but..."

You can't help but drag your eyes over his bruising face, thinking how could anyone have the insolence to hurt someone as innocent as Peter? As your commiserate eyes skim over the last detail of his beatings he turns, catching you staring at his face.

"I-I could them if you don't want to?" Of course he doesn't reply, which is what you expect. However you're too quick to judge as he rips out a piece of paper from his notebook and begins scribbling.

'No, it's okay I'll do them.'

You read the words in your own voice simply because you don't know what his sounds like. Nevertheless, it's still something. He usually doesn't tend to write anything to anyone.

"Are you sure?"

Miraculously, he nods. After finalising his decision, you both put your heads down and focus on your work in silence, just how you both like it.

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That was all you got from him that day. That week, even. As the month progressed you noticed that Peter, however impossible it seemed, was becoming evermore unresponsive. Every period of English that you endured felt like a battle just trying to get him to even look at you. He wouldn't move other than to blink and to breathe.

He had done all of his work for the team project in four days. Something that was supposed to last 2 weeks had been completed in four days. You, on the other hand, were completely flooded with work, desperately trying to catch up with his work ethic, but even then, you were still working on finishing touches up until the day before the presentation was due.

You can understand why he did it so quickly: spending the free time he granted himself in complete ignorance because he didn't have any work to do, and left you helplessly trying to complete your half of the project in a scramble. You knew you had delegated the work equally, but showing a little decency to help you out wouldn't have harmed anyone. However, you decided not to pester him about it.

And it's a good thing you didn't. Otherwise you might've ended up like the others.

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On the day before presentation day you decide to stay in school late, running through your presentation and perfecting every detail of it. You want it to be flawless. Especially since you won't be having any assistance presenting it no thanks to a certain stubborn mute.

Under Spring's pink sky you walk home constantly being tormented by the craving of a good night's sleep. With the team project no longer occupying your mind, you take your time enjoying the view around you. That is until you turn the corner. Your view is now being hindered by a certain, lonesome, stubborn mute walking ahead of you. His back is turned and you notice a heavy rucksack clinging to his back as he drags it along the pavement. What could he possibly be carrying that's so heavy? Intrigued, you track every footstep remembering to keep your distance.

Something else comes into view in the distance. Three, no, four boys you recognise strut round the corner, obnoxiously laughing as they advance on Peter with nothing but mischief in their predatory eyes. Those boys are the recipe for trouble and you fear that the nice weather isn't the reason for their little stroll through the neighbourhood. Specifically one that Peter inhabits. Your heartbeat picks up as Peter fails to avoid them, refusing to break his stride until he and the boys come face to face. His feet are rooted to the ground and his statue-like stance doesn't convey any form of fear. He should really run if he knows what's best for him.

Their voices are muted. Words are mumbled. You can't hear a damn thing but yet you still remain hidden behind a parked car watching very intently as the scene unfolds before you. In amongst the irritated voices, you know for a fact that none of them are Peter's.

"ANSWER ME!" The boy's quick to slap Peter's face. The piercing sound so disturbing it leaves you wincing, cowering even further into your cover knowing that it was only the beginning and the worst is yet to come.

Still, Peter's reactions cease to exist. There is simply nothing that will make him bat an eyelid, even if it means slapping him in the face to test the theory. Empty-handed, the boys grow impatient, desperately waiting for something exciting to happen. They think that if they aggravate Peter further, he'll break and retaliate, giving them what they want and have never seen before: a reaction.

They never learn their lesson. They won't get one, no matter what they do.

"Fuck this," the other one says, and gives Peter a mighty blow to the face, one that's capable of breaking his jaw, and sweeps him clean off his feet. After the initiation, it's like a monkey-see-monkey-do situation. One kicks, the others kick. One punches, the others follow. The whole thing makes you sick to the stomach. Peter's body is constantly being beaten around, twitching and jerking lifelessly with the sounds of bones cracking, and laughter ringing through the air.

"STOP!" you hear your own voice yelling, suddenly realising now that your legs are carrying you towards them. "STOP IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

The boys look at you with confusion riddling their face, questioning why someone like you would defend someone like Peter. One of them even mutters your name through his heavy breathing, exhausted from beating Peter senselessly. You take your stance in front of Peter, defending him from the boys.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Huh? He didn't do a fucking thing to you, and you think it's okay to beat him up?"

"Back off, this is none of your business," one of them has the audacity to say.

"You fuck with Peter, you make it my business. Now you fuckwits better leave because that old woman over there witnessed the whole thing from her living room and is probably on the phone to the police right now. So unless you want to spend the night in custody I'd suggest that you back off."

They leave accordingly knowing how much being involved with the police would jeopardise their precious football careers, but not without getting a last word in.

"Left a little surprise for your aunt when she gets home, Parker. I'm sure you'll enjoy it too."

~~~~

That surprise was the last straw for Peter. You helped him hobble home to discover the words 'slut' spray painted across the side of his aunt’s car. Not only that, but as you looked up to the apartment building you couldn't miss the numerous egg stains and little shards of shell scattered across the glass panes of his windows. You remember very distinctly the prominent lump in your throat when you saw what they had done to his home, thinking that nobody should ever have to go through something as debilitating as that.

You knew well enough Peter didn't show emotion, but after seeing the atrocities blatantly displayed across the Parker property, there should've been at least something, even just a hint of anger somewhere inside him. A clue or gesture of some sort that would prove that he's actually human would have sufficed.

There was absolutely nothing.

He walked the remaining distance into the building independently and slammed the door. Hearing that slam was like a wash of relief. It was the result of anger, frustration and fury. That alone was enough to convince you that there was something inside him that was capable of feeling emotion.

But for him, though, it wasn't enough.

~~~~

You make your presence known at the front of your class, anxiously waiting to get this presentation over and done with. Your eyes peer over to Peter's empty desk thinking how he should be here. As mysterious as he is, you can't understand why he isn't here, he's never skipped class and would never think to tarnish his 100% attendance record. You know giving presentations isn't his thing, but he could've at least shown you some moral support.

Pfft, yeah right.

You shrug the thought away before it bothers you even more and without delay, you begin your presentation.

"Lionel Shriver is the author of the 2003 novel We Need to Talk About Kevin which-"

Your words are cut off by four, angry shots echoing down the hallway, followed by a heart-stopping scream. Your eyes whip to the open door and in that moment you feel like your mind is absent, stunned in the disbelief of what you just heard. You try to move but you find that your muscles have stiffened, paralysed with fear and complete panic.

More shots follow, even louder than before. Your teacher yells at you to take cover which you do eventually after an unnecessarily delayed reaction, but your ears are ringing and everything you see has morphed into a blur.

The shooter is three...two...one footstep away from the classroom. Your sensitive ears pick up the murmurations of sobs, whimpers and sheer panic effusing from your classmates. But there's nothing more deafening than the heavy tread of the shooter's steps pacing slowly into the classroom.

Silence. It's just absolute, unadulterated silence. The longer it continues, the more the anticipation strangles you.

"Hmmm, where is she?" His smooth, puckish tones are unrecognisable but just as equally terrifying. You can't seem to get a good look at his face; the front panel of the teacher's desk obstructs your view. "She must be in here somewhere..." She? Who's she? You make eye contact with your teacher who presses his index finger to his lips as he too hides under the desk. Whilst the shooter wanders around the room at an unbearable pace, you distract yourself by counting to ten, praying that it'll calm your uneased mind. It's completely illogical but right now anything will help.

One.

It's almost impossible to pinpoint exactly where he is based on your judgement of sound. He could be anywhere, ready to pounce.

Two.

You close your eyes, inhaling and exhaling.

Three.

He fires two warning shots into the ground and even seconds after you can still feel the harsh repercussions of the bullets hitting the ground. Screams and cries of mercy fill the room. Bits and pieces of the floor ricochet.

Four.

You have to force yourself to clamp your hand over your mouth before you end up exposing yourself to him.

Five.

"Oh look, our presentation's on the board!" There's something chilling about his words; his taunting yet playful voice emphasises the word 'our', giving you a perfectly obvious clue as to who the perpetrator is.

You know it, but the thought can't process through your dazed mind any slower. Our. He said 'our'. You and...Peter. That answers the question why you were unable to recognise his voice. He's the shooter. And he's looking for you.

Six.

An abrupt shriek emits from a girl's mouth, one you recognise as your friend Ellis.

"Is she under that desk over there?" His cool tones are still heard despite Ellis's cries and desperate pleas. You don't hear her answer, but your guess is that he didn't need one. Adrenaline settles in and your eyes grow wide in the unprecedented fear of what is about to happen. His footsteps, unlike before, are quick and thunderous as they stalk closer and closer.

Sev-

"Found you!"

Despite his deceptive body frame, his brute force drags you out from hiding in seconds. The first thing that comes into your mind is his gun. That small but powerful TEC-9 gun is secure in Peter's clutches. Instinctively, your awareness of the threat that you face takes priority in your mind and you watch it with cautious eyes. You’ve never seen a gun up close before, and now that Peter waves it around aimlessly in front of you, you realise the very real danger it poses. All it takes is one single bullet. The very thought makes you shudder.

Like an ornament, Peter presents you to the class, body stiff and unresponsive. He stands to your left, his hand crawling up your spine while the other points the gun to the ground. You just hate the way your name rolls off his tongue, unfamiliar in his voice. What does he want with you?

"I won't harm you. I just want you to point out the bastards who attacked me."

~~~~

In that situation, you had no idea what to do. It was their life, or yours. You spent what felt like hours convincing Peter that they weren’t there as their pleading eyes begged to keep them safe, but Peter had figured it out for himself after a total rampage of the classroom. There were only two of the four of those boys in your class at that moment. Perhaps if they hadn't been in your English class they would still be alive.

But unfortunately that wasn't the case.

From that class alone, 3 died and 5 were fatally injured. Peter thankfully spared the lives of the others to continue the search of the two remaining boys from that night. Of course, he took you with him as a hostage for leverage and protection. Every part of Peter was raw. For the first time you were able to see his true self, seeing beneath the silent facade he had hidden behind for so long. You wish you hadn't.

The whole thing seemed like a nightmare you wanted to wake up from. The memories are drilled into you now: the blood splattered across the walls, lifeless bodies lying there for everyone to see the damage that had been caused. That will never leave you.

~~~~

"Peter," you whimper, clinging on to the newly discovered shrapnel wounds on your arm. He turns but he doesn't stop walking. "Why are you doing this?"

That stops him. He eases the pressure from around your arm just slightly. His presence becomes threatening, the distance between you narrows and you're now staring into the face of a cold-blooded killer. Words pass his lips in a cool manner that is strikingly discomforting, especially coming from someone who has just massacred a school. There's only one thing audible in these narrow corridors; your throbbing pulse, drowning out any exterior noise.

"I won't harm you," he repeats, however you still fear that you can't take his word for it. His hand snakes up towards your face and catches your jawline in between his fingers and his thumb, forcing you to look at him. He's always tried to avoid all eye contact, but now that he's surrendered himself to his emotions it's the only thing he's after. "I have been putting up with their shit for long enough. I have been in this silence for long enough. I have waited long enough. If it's a reaction everyone is wanting, then here it is," he spits through gritted teeth. Peter overshadows you with his authority, his presence looming over your fear and manipulating it. You have no other choice but to submit yourself to be a vital part in his vengeance.

You both travel further deeper into the heart of the school. The number of people that still remain inside is unknown but presuming that most people haven’t made their escape, Peter leads you to the classroom where the other two boys should be. Before Peter breaches and parades in, he turns and gives you one last slice of insight.

"You know why I finished the work so quickly?" he asks but you don't respond. "So I could spend my time planning this. It was going to happen on graduation, but after what they did to me I couldn't wait any longer." His malicious chuckle makes you quiver.

"Peter, y-you're only j-just going to spend the r-rest of your days in p-prison."

"Then so be it."

~~~~

A further 6 people died and another 20 were injured. True to his word, Peter got the revenge he was craving. Everyone who hurt him, everyone who pestered him and treated him like he was nothing paid the consequences that Peter had set out for them. In amongst the tragic deaths and the numerous injuries, you were spared. As thankful as you may be, you are just as equally guilty. You should've been on that list of deaths, you should've been suffering like the others did. After all, you were his only hostage. But you survived with as little as a couple of shrapnel injuries to recover from.

Once Peter had achieved his objective, he was just having fun. He didn't need you anymore but yet he still dragged you everywhere like a dog on a leash. If the leash was a gun. Peter made you watch him continue his killing spree and you remember counting up the number of lives he had taken. Ten, eleven, twelve...

With each life he took, you grew a certain abhorrence towards yourself because you didn't prevent it. The signs were there, clear as day. Quiet, restricted, invisible. The victim of harassment and bullying. Smart. Cunning. Psychologically obscure. Carrying heavy loads. These weren't the symptoms of a typical Peter. These were the symptoms of a typical terrorist. He was given the perfect ammunition, all he had to do with flick the switch and like that he became a murderer.

~~~~

"Please, Peter, stop this-"

"No."

"I want to leave-"

"No."

"Why?! Why me?! Why am I different from everyone else?"

"Because you cared!" His loud voice resonates around the perimeter of the deserted canteen. You cautiously follow his movements as he perches himself upon the lunch tables, swinging his gun around as if it was nothing more than a mere toy. He stands proudly upon his podium once again unleashing his very dangerous emotions that have no sense of direction. Standing very defensively in the corner of the canteen with beads of sweat trickling down your spine, you can feel Peter's eyes burn holes through your body like it's your 6th sense. You're muttering something about wanting to leave, but tears don't help with articulation.

"Think of it this way then," he jumps off the table, striding towards you with a dubious expression donning his face. You don't feel yourself breathing, but you know there's oxygen flooding your lungs. Your gut clenches, fingernails dig deep into your palms when he firmly presses the muzzle of the gun against the side of your head. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just shoot you right now."

He's right. You did care. Much more than anyone else did. That's what kept you alive.

~~~~

When Peter pressed that gun against your head, you had never felt closer to death. Oxygen didn't pass through your lungs and even though it was only for a couple of seconds, it felt like a lifetime. You were stuck in a state of fear and anticipation, and you're certain Peter was too. Even he couldn't predict his next actions.

His time as a murderer was short lived. The relief that had washed over you when the police had barged through the doors to your rescue was indescribable. You knew from then on that maybe, your life was still waiting to be lived. Peter, on the other hand, had destroyed his. Guaranteed.

You could never forget how Peter lit up like a Christmas tree with the amount of red dots that smothered him head to toe. The canteen was soon flooded with angry yells and authoritative demands to drop his weapon, but with his eyes fixated on yours he chose to ignore them.

Whatever strategy Peter adopted that made it easy for him to conceal his emotions before, it didn't help him then. Looking into his glassy eyes when he finally accepted his fate, all you could see was nothing but sheer despair and defeat outlined by the tears threatening to fall. He was human. He was alive with emotions. He just didn't know how to use them. Once they were out, they were outwith his control.

It looked like it was all over. Your future was secured and you were able to live another day now that the police force had him surrounded.

But you were wrong. It wasn't over yet.

Until they officially intervened, both of you were locked in that position nobody would ever dream of being in. Evident in Peter's hazel eyes, you recognised that knowing look of deviance. It took you less than a split second to realise that Peter still had something up his sleeve. A conversation was held but there were no words shared between you; the feeling was mutual. You both knew what was going to happen. He still had one more battle to fight, he still had one more life to take.

"I'm sorry."

He whispered his last words to you before he took the gun, held it up towards his head and pulled the trigger, adding another name onto the list of the deceased.

Peter Parker and 12 others died that day. And you, along the hundreds of others, were traumatised and scarred by his actions. So much so that you remember that day like it was yesterday, the memories still fresh in your mind even years after it happened. Other schools, teachers, friends, family couldn't imagine the pain and horror that will forever be a part of you, none of them could ever know what it was like.

Because none of them will ever know someone quite like Peter.

#dark!peter parker #dark!tom holland #peter parker angst #peter parker fic #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #spiderman #no way home #peter parker fanfic #dark peter parker #tom holland #tom holland imagine #the avengers #peter parker

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This Belos Essay is Gross

I fully admit I did this to myself. I voluntarily went HEY you know what animates me like a vengeful eidolon to the point where I could chew solid stone while laughing? Ragging on the history of Christianity in America! Oh look! A cute gay show about disabled witches sticking it to Puritan Cult-Peddling Murder Grandpa (also known as Ash's personal bugbear)? SIGN ME UP? Lets dissect this dreadful son of a bitch in the context of his theological bullshit!

But then I get to the parts where I have to think about Belos and all the Grimwalkers and its sicker the more I think about it. Everyone knows of course its just. The depth of the violation and desecration and depravity in its own context is Beyond Grotesque.

I'll elaborate more on this later, but Puritans were obsessed with how a person's remains were kept. This scabrous donkey's bastard was mutilating the unburied remains of the brother he murdered for 400 years. The thing that makes me insane is that any attempts to tell himself "I'm saving your soul, Caleb" had to have petered out pretty quick in that process. He discards the Christian name. Starts calling them all Hunter. Witch Hunter, a title, a job description, a fucking factory tag. He even started branding them after a while, which we know now is a death sentence no matter how perfectly obedient they could have hoped to be. He knows he's not saving Caleb. He's farming the experience of his death.

"I'm starting to think you make those things just to destroy them."

Belos demurs, "Of course I don't, Collector. It hurts every time he chooses to betray me."

The fact they included this line from the Collector--someone who has observed and gleefully enabled this sick fuck for centuries--seems to suggest Belos' denial here is a weak one.

He does enjoy it! They show us! As soon as Luz and Hunter enter the mindscape, he goes out of his way to sabotage Hunter's loyalty. He gleefully drags the kids around, building up the reveals that will make Luz crumple to her knees and destroy Hunter's entire world. The timing. The showmanship of it all. He smiles when he flicks Hunter's little forelock.

"What a shame. Of all the Grimwalkers, you looked the most like him :)"

These are the words he intends to kill this kid by. The dude has been playing this game for CENTURIES and still enjoys the process of torturing them before he slaughters them. How many Grimwalkers died with some variation of "What? Who is Caleb?" on their lips--but the part that haunts me are the ones who lived long enough to say "Sorry" before they were killed. Phillip isn't saving Caleb's soul, he's punishing him over and over.

So why does he do this? How does the Puritan part factor into it? Other than the pleasure of murder that is. It makes me think of how the main purpose of missionaries is to experience rejection. Particularly when it comes to sending kids out from the church. The purpose of the whole affair there is to reinforce that The World Bad, and Rejects the Word of God, and the Only REAL community you have is the Church. They understand you. This creates not just the insulation that gives them a chance to practice the script of the Rejected Religious Warrior, but create distance from reality.

Belos has been working on the worlds most horrible DIY project. He's been doing it for 400 years. What on earth can sustain that laser focus, him working while his body monsterizes and turns to evil Ghibli goo around him? Man hasn't eaten real food in 400 years.

His brother's death! The point of no return in Phillips villain origin (inciting incident: the moment Caleb fell for Evelyn). Each incarnation is going to to have a witch's pointed ears and the Grimwalkers pink eyes, wear different scars that Belos himself stuck there, but it's still his face. Sure it's a younger face than Caleb had when HE died, but at this point it hardly matters. Phillip is farming Caleb's death to re-inspire the moment where genocide entered his heart. These witches have taken you from me, Caleb. I'll make them all pay.

But first, I'll make YOU pay.

This bitch was going to take time out of the Day of Unity to kill Hunter if he got him. My god. Given that he was pressed for time I like to think it would have been quick but god if this is any indication...ugh.

I feel gross! 8)

#toh #the owl house #toh spoilers #toh hunter #hunter wittebane #emperor belos #this is so messed up #ari don’t look!#this will end up in the video essay with more stuff but I had to get my thoughts out because its making me insane #ash's owl house meta

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Nearly Always Right: Remus and Harry

By @thecat-isblogging-blog , me, featuring inputs from @dragonlordette

I have talked about Harry and Remus' relationship before in Resurrection Stone meta, where Harry sees Remus as a mentor. A mentor who consistently equips him with tools - his favourite subject (DADA), his strongest spell (Patronus), a connection to his father and godfather. But there are themes in their conversations in POA that sets off seeds in Harry's arc. This conversation for example:

Harry sat stunned for a moment at the idea of someone having their soul sucked out through their mouth. But then he thought of Black.

"He deserves it," he said suddenly.

"You think so?" said Lupin lightly. "Do you really think anyone deserves that?"

From the beginning of Prisoner of Azkaban, the moral theme is "do bad people deserve bad things done to them". It starts with Uncle Vernon saying Sirius deserves the death penalty:

"When will they learn," said Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his large purple fist, "that hanging's the only way to deal with these people?"

And, of course, the delightful Aunt Marge about Harry's case in "St. Brutus' Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys":

"Do they use the cane at St Brutus' boy?" she barked across the table.

"Er-"

Uncle Vernon nodded curtly behind Aunt Marge's back.

"Yes," said Harry. Then, feeling he might as well do the thing properly, he added, "All the time."

"Excellent," said Aunt Marge. "I won't have this namby-pamby wishy-washy nonsense about not hitting people who deserve it. A good thrashing is what's needed in 99 cases out of hundred. Have you been beaten often?"

[ Quick note, because I can't resist pointing out more connections the book sets up between Harry and Sirius from the beginning, apart from them being in innocents in these instances:

"No need to tell us he's no good," snorted Uncle Vernon, staring over the top of his newspaper at the prisoner. "Look at the state of him, the filthy layabout! Look at his hair!"

He shot a nasty look sideways at Harry, whose untidy hair has been a source of great annoyance to Uncle Vernon]

Justice and Mercy

Harry completely rejects the Dursleys as caregivers in this book by running away and he gains a mentor figure and a godfather in this book. The mentor, asks him a moral question that sets up an arc: "Do you really believe anyone deserves that?"

The question sets up seeds of mercy that Harry grants not only Peter, but also makes him the deliverer of justice to innocents: Sirius and Buckbeak. He drives the Dementors away from Sirius with a powerful Patronus, a spell Remus taught him and frees Buckbeak, delivering the justice promised at the beginning of the book.

Another notable factor is that Remus didn't answer the question for Harry (although it's clear he has his own feelings about it, especially since he brought up the idea of Sirius getting the Dementors' Kiss unprompted - a first for him in a book). He is opening space for Harry to process what he is thinking and feeling by asking the right questions, and trusting that Harry will make the right decision.

In the Shrieking Shack scene, both Remus and Sirius defer to Harry's judgement on what must be done with Peter. Harry also similarly rejects Remus' stance in Deathly Hallows about using Expelliarmus on Stan Shunpike - "I won't blast people out of the way. That's Voldemort's job."

In the final book of the series, Harry will come to a position where he will grant mercy to many: Draco, Snape, and even Voldemort. Have a look at how he reacts to Voldemort's mutilated soul:

He was afraid of it. Small and fragile and wounded though it was, he did not want to approach it. Nevertheless, he drew slowly nearer, ready to jump back at any moment. Soon he stood near enough to touch it, yet he could not bring himself to do it.

And Harry does not believe that Voldemort deserves it, a mutilated soul, stuck helplessly in a limbo and unable to go on. He offers Voldemort a chance to heal his soul:

"But before you try to kill me, I'd advise you to think about what you've done... think, and try for some remorse, Riddle..."

"What is this?"

Of all the things Harry had said to him, beyond any revelation or taunt, nothing had shocked Voldemort like this. Harry saw his pupils contract to thin slits, saw the skin around his eyes whiten.

"It's your one last chance," said Harry, "it's all you've got left...I've seen what you'll be otherwise...be a man.. try...try for some remorse..."

[Another note: a soul is sacrosanct in the series. That specifically Voldemort's mutilated soul being stuck and unable to move on, and the question of whether Sirius "deserves" to be rendered soulless - it is a strong thread in the series, and as @artemisia-black pointed out to me, in keeping with ideas of annihilationism: "hell is not existing"]

The Idea of Shame

Another theme that comes up prominently in conversation between Remus and Harry are the ideas of shame (and self loathing).

"Why? Why do they affect me like that? Am I just-?"

"It has nothing to do with weakness," said Professor Lupin sharply, as though he had read Harry's mind. "The Dementors affect you worse than the others because there are horrors in your past that the others don't have. (...) The worst that has happened to you Harry is enough to make anyone fall off their broom. You have nothing to feel ashamed of. " - POA

Remus picks up on Harry's feelings of embarrassment and insecurity and just like how Remus plants the seed of justice and mercy in Harry's mind, he also starts it with getting Harry to be kind to himself. Harry feels really vulnerable and insecure about "weakness", and Remus gets him to forgive himself for it before he even fully articulates that he shouldn't feel that way.

The roles reverse in Deathly Hallows, and Remus runs to Harry with his deep rooted shame and self-loathing:

"How can I forgive myself, when I knowingly risked passing on my own condition to an innocent child? And if, by some miracle, it is not like me, then it will be better off, a hundred times so, without a father of whom it must always be ashamed!"

(...)

"If the new regime thinks Muggle-borns are bad," Harry said, "what will they do to a half-werewolf whose father's in the Order? My father died trying to protect my mother and me, and you reckon he'd tell you to abandon your kid to go an adventure with us?"

Harry, of course, can't solve Remus' problems or his own internalised shame and self-loathing due to the stigma he faces as a werewolf in the wizarding society. But Harry can remind him what's important - the feelings of the child that will be left behind ("Parents shouldn't leave their kids unless they've got to").

And Remus gets the message, and is grateful for it - and he names Harry godfather to Teddy in honour of it.

Like many mentor figures and fathers Harry surpasses in the series as part of his arc (James, Sirius, Dumbledore), Harry surpasses Remus as well and Remus chooses to display trust in Harry's moral compass and instincts:

"I'd tell him to follow his instincts, which are good and nearly always right," - Remus Lupin, Deathly Hallows

#harry james potter #remus lupin #hp meta #harry potter

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𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 — 𝐓𝐎𝐌!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Thanos goes through with his plan.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Mentions of death, angst

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 978

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tom!Peter Parker x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you like it!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“What does this monster have to mourn?” Drax questioned angrily.

“Gamora.” Nebula said in realization.

“What?” Quill looked at her.

“He took her to Vormir. He came back with the soul stone. She didn’t.”

��Okay Quill, you got to cool it right now. Do you understand?” Tony said.

“D-don’t, don’t. Don’t engage we almost got this off!” Tony begged as you three were tugging the gauntlet off.

“Tell me she’s lying.” Quill turned to Thanos.

“Asshole tell me you didn’t do it!” He yelled in his face.

“I had to.” Thanos breathed out as Mantis was struggling to hold him.

“No, you didn’t.” Quill shook his head.

“No, you didn’t.” He started taking a step back.

“Quill please don’t!” You cried out as you tugged harder. But it was too late, Quill swung his hand forward hitting Thanos directly in the face repeatedly.

“Quill.” Mantis called his name.

Quill kept repeating. “No you didn’t.” He kept hitting Thanos.

Tony lunged forward trying to get Quill to stop. You and Peter were still trying to get the gauntlet off. It wasn’t working and before you knew it Thanos broke free from the trance pulling his arm back. You fell on top of Peter when you both stumbled back. Thanos grabbed Mantis like she weighed nothing and flung her forward.

“Oh god!” Peter got up going after her. He grunted as he wrapped his arms around her securely. He used his spider-legs to prevent their rough landing on the ground. They rolled before Peter was crisscrossed above the ground, holding her against his iron suit as his spider-legs supported them from falling forward. Thanos shoved Tony and Quill forward. Everything turned into a blur after he threw the moon at Tony. The whole place got affected by the impact. You started drifting in the air.

“I got you. I got you. Sorry I can’t remember anybody’s names.” Peter groaned as he started webbing everyone making sure they didn’t float away. He glanced around, finally catching a glimpse of you floating motionless.

“Y/n I got you!” He shot a web out, it stuck to your suit. He began pulling on it to get you closer to him. Once you were chest to chest, he tapped the side of your iron helmet watching as it disappeared revealing your closed eyes.

“Hey Y/n wake up.” He grabbed your face tapping it lightly. Your eyes fluttered open slowly. You stared at Peter then proceeded to hug him.

“Did we win?” You muttered in his neck.

“I don’t think so.” He pulled back looking at you with a worried expression. Both of you started making your way to the ground as everyone else. Everything seemed to die down. Many pieces of rubble floating around. It felt like the calming after a storm hit. Only in this scenario, the storm was Thanos, and it was hard to think that it was all over.

“Somethings happening…” Mantis said. Everyone looked at her. You watched her intently wondering why she said that, but you got your answer as she started turning into dust. You let out a gasp and you took a step back. You noticed Quill looking over to his right.

“Quill?” Drax gasped before disappearing into thin air. Quill looked over at Tony worriedly. Tony knew already.

“Steady Quill?”

“Oh man.” He vanished almost instantly.

“Tony, there was no other way.” You whipped your head around just as Dr. Strange let out his last breath. His body begins to dissolve into nothing but ashes and dust.

“Mr. Stark.” No god please no.

“I don’t feel so good.”

“You’re alright.” Tony did his best to reassure him.

“I–I don-I don’t know what’s happening.” Peter started walking towards Tony. He clung to him for dear life. Panic could be heard in his voice.

“I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go, Mr. Stark, please.” He muttered out desperately. “Please, I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go.“ They both fell to the ground. You picked up your feet and fell to your knees next to him. You caressed his hair letting a few drops of tears fall down your cheeks.

"No, no, no, no, please don’t leave me, don’t leave me here Peter.” You gripped his hand tightly, feeling a bit of hope still as he gripped your hand back. You leaned down quickly pecking his cheek. He turned his gaze to Tony.

“I’m sorry…” He spoke out as his head lopped to the right. His body starts to dissolve from his feet slowly making its way up. His body was purely dust and ashes, leaving your hand black. You cried out as little pieces of dust began forming on his neck and slowly all over his face. He was gone. It didn’t feel real. He couldn’t just be here one minute and not exist the next. It was not logically possible. However, you were proven wrong. You turned your hands over examining what was left of Peter. Just a bunch of ash. Tony took a glance at you before curling up, placing his hands up to his lips.

“He did it.” Nebula spoke up.

“What just happened?!” You gritted your teeth. Nebula looked down, not meeting your gaze.

“He can’t just be gone. Peter can’t just somehow stop exiting from the world…He can’t be gone, he can’t be…” You stood up looking around the planet Titan. Everything was destroyed. Even more so than how it was when you arrived. “I didn’t even get to tell him I love-"

Nebula looked up wanting to know why you stopped speaking. She noticed the small form of dust. Tony didn’t even look up too afraid of watching someone else disappear and not being able to do anything about it. He heard your faint gasp and then everything was silent. He looked up and he didn’t see you anymore.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #tom!peter parker x reader #tom!peter parker imagines #tom!peter parker imagine #tom!peter parker oneshot #my gif #writings by juls

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my favorite ironstrange, read in 2022

last year I started to read ironstrange because "I love you in every universe" sounds like something stephen would've say to tony after endgame lol. haven't read much, but here's my favorite:

(who will love you) when we fall apart by JustWaitAndSee (words:14153)

Tony Stark and Stephen Strange were the kind of relationship that happened when your soul looked around and said, “same hat!”

They were science and discovery. Ego and snark. Fast cars and fancy watches. Italian coffee and confidence. All night binges and whispered regrets.

They were all of these things…

Until they weren’t.

Tether by Shortsnout (words: 63k)

Trapped in a flying doughnut with Stephen Strange, Tony Stark is desperately trying to think of a way to save the universe, keep Peter safe, and not reveal a secret he’s been keeping since he was a child. The answer is simple. Destroy the Time Stone. No Infinity Stone, no end of life as they know it.

Things are never that easy.

Inadvertently creating a time loop, Stephen is stuck bouncing between the past and the present on the Q-Ship, tethered to a child as he watches him grow up.

‘Why do you always come when I’m at my worst?’ Tony muttered under his breath, ripping his hands free.

‘You love this, don’t you. Seeing me at my lowest! Afghanistan! My parents dying, boarding school. Poor Tony Stark, the psychotic wreck!’ Tony tried to get to his feet, shrugging Strange and the Cloak off him, feeling validated when he saw the sting of rejection in Stephen’s eyes. Good, he wanted him to hurt, wanted him to stop thinking Tony was weak.

Just An Accident by CucumbersInGold for mokiwrites ( Words: 1,705)

\ Stephen's hands act up

Through Space by graveltotempo for KassandraScarlett

The Universe needs the Infinity Stones to survive: Thanos, in his complete ignorance, does not understand this in any of the 14,000,605 futures Doctor Strange sees, does not see this in any of the parallel Universes in which he goes looking for the stones.

So Doctor Strange makes the biggest gamble of his life, and puts all his eggs in one basket. And then hands the basket into the hands that, across time and through space, will always charge themselves with the protection of the Earth.

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Anthony Edward Stark fell into the abyss of the broken universe in the spring of 2018 and died. Antoinette Evelyn Stark woke up in her bed in December 1991 with almost 3 decades worth of foresight, in a world she didn't quite remember with one single goal: save the Universe.

#ironstrange #ironstrange fic #fic rec #annual faves #annual faves: 2022 #favorites: ironstrange

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siena-sevenwits · 4 months

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Blogging The Last Unicorn, Chapters 2-3 (reread)

I skipped the opening chapter and will return to it once I’m properly into the story – that first chapter always gets in the way of my rereading.

Oh, I love, love Peter S. Beagle’s lyrical prose and overly thoughtful dialogue. It’s a matter of taste, for sure, but every page is just a little gemmed casket of gleaming lines, and I love it. And the sheer sense of atmosphere!

I remember when I first read this book wondering whether the young Peter Beagle was terrified of old age, weakness, and what some perceive as ugliness. I gathered this particularly from the scene where the Unicorn hears Elli sing the song of old age, and she’s filled with more horror than almost anything in the story (and this is echoed by what happens to her later in the book.) And there are other ways this is touched on throughout the tale. But on reread I see much more appreciation for the gift of growing old too. In fact, it’s considered a curse that one character is physically stuck in his twenties, and a grace when that curse is lifted. And though Molly is angry and broken hearted that the Unicorn didn’t come to her in the innocence of her youth but instead found her in her middle age, full of cares, Molly ultimately finds the greatest joys and meaning in her life at this later age. She is even called beautiful, I think. But I’m getting ahead of the story.

It seems to me that it is right that the unicorn should find old age and death horrifying, for she was created to be immortal, and is fulfilling her nature. Whereas the humans, who were created mortal, fear aging but ultimately embrace it, and thus learn to fulfill their natures.

It’s Chapter Two, and Schmendrick is with us! One of the two best characters in the book! I am amazed how many sides of his character are actually seen within the first few chapters, though they might be more evident on reread.

I love books that strike me as faintly (or strongly) allegorical by turns, but which are so multi-faceted that nothing in the story can really function as a simple, easily translatable symbol. The parallels are always shifting. We can see profound thoughts in the work if we interpret Schmendrick now as a type of the frustrated creative writer, and now as the soul encountering the divine for the first time, and now as a double sided coin of youth and old age. But he’s not a cardboard character, and any allegorical reading ceases to work if you try to apply it to the whole story. In that respect this book is a little like Tolkien’s work – extremely applicable by various lights, but impossible to draw up a table of who symbolizes what. I suppose that is the kind of story our own lives are.

Speaking of Schmendrick the creative artist, this analogy means a lot to me and makes the part where he tries to open the cage dear to me. I love that he had the keys the whole time but wanted it to be the beautiful spell that got her free.

“You deserve the services of a great wizard, but I’m afraid you’ll have to be glad of the aid of a second-rate pickpocket,” is a dear line to me.

Mommy Fortuna knows Schmendrick and the Unicorn have been conspiring, and probably that they mean to escape, but she seems no more worried about it than she does about the harpy getting free. Is it for the same reason? That she held them captive once and they will always remember it, and that’s her immortality? Or some other reason? Also, the lock speaks in Mommy Fortuna’s voice when Schemndrick steals the key and tries to open the cage.

I love that the string of threats, “YOU BARBED WIRE! YOU PILE OF STONES! […] I’LL CHANGE YOUR HEART INTO GREEN GRASS, AND ALL YOU LOVE INTO A SHEEP! I’LL TURN YOU INTO A BAD POET WITH DREAMS! I’LL SET ALL YOUR TOENAILS GROWING INWARD, YOU MESS WITH ME!” (capitals mine) is answered with, “What are you talking about? You can’t turn cream into butter. I never did like you. You give yourself airs, and you’re not very strong.”

“A bloodshot moon burst out of the clouds, and the unicorn saw her – swollen gold, her streaming hair kindling, the slow, cold wings shaking the cage.” I love it. Some people don’t, but I just love it. It’s indigo prose, not purple, so far as I am concerned. In another story, it might not work. But it does here.

On the whole this book is just masterful, but there are moments when Beagle feels just a little self indulgent in a way that calls attention to itself. The Unicorn telling Arachne, “It’s very attractive, but it’s not art,” on her way to free the Harpy from her cage feels this way to me. So does, “Have a taco,” (which we haven’t reached yet, but it’s one of the few things in this book I sort of hate, so it’s present in my mind.)

#I likely won't do this regularly for every passage #but it gave me joy tonight.#peter s. beagle #recovering reader #coreander's old books

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Dark Irondad Spiderson Fanfiction Ideas

Peter Parker doesn’t know Tony Stark and is instead a homeless/foster kid with daddy issues. When he gets bit by the spider he uses his powers to stalk Tony and his family secretly. All the dad things Tony does for Morgan, Peter wishes Tony would do for him. The fic ends with Peter getting arrested or put into a mental institution after Tony finds out.

Aunt May dies but instead of Tony being allowed to adopt Peter, Peter is sent to a random foster home. After Peter’s new gaurdians find out about his and Tony’s relationship, they aren’t very happy about it. They end up putting a restraining order against Tony that he can’t fight against, when Peter goes to see him without their permission. Just overall sad.

Peter and Tony both survive the snap and instead of Natasha and Clint being sent to get the soul stone it’s them. Basically a fic of each of them trying to save the other but of course one of them dies and the other survives.

Peter starts abusing substances and goes crazy, while Tony is stuck trying to fix his kid who doesn’t want help.

Either Peter or Tony go through some kind of torture/brain washing that makes them attack the other.

Aunt May dies and Peter stays with Tony immediatly after the events of cival war. Tony slowly devolves into a raging alcoholic and Peter is stuck fending for himself.

(Sorry if some of these are too dark. I decided to switch things up a bit since I usually like to focus on the fluffier softer side of Irondad Spiderson fanfictions)

#irondad #spiderson #peterparker #tonystark #dark #fanfiction

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arting-block · 2 years

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 (𝟎.𝟓) | Eleventh Doctor x MCU Sorcerer!Reader

❝𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴…𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.❞

Summary: You find yourself stuck in a world beyond your control.

Genre: Romance, AU/Crossover

Warnings: Death, Intrusive thoughts

Words: 0.5k

Reader: POC friendly, she/her, 24 y/o

A/N: Sorry this took forever! My personal life is constantly shifting and changing so it's hard to find time to write this down. This is part 1 of chapter 1. Even though I have a thorough timeline and an ending in mind, I am writing as I go. Hence the long hiatus. Again, sorry for the long wait :').

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This has to be a dream, you thought, looking around the darkness that surrounds you. You somehow found yourself here, with no prior memory as to how. Whatever memories were stored in your brain are unavailable to you now. You weren't complaining. The silence was peaceful.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned around, and sure enough, someone was in this void with you. A very familiar someone.

“Peter!” you jumped the poor boy, who opened his arms for you in return. He caught you with ease, letting you crush him in your hug. “I haven't seen you in forever! Tell me you’d asked out MJ.”

He didn't respond. You pulled your face from his shoulder and looked at him. Empty eyes stared back at you.

“Peter?” you waved your hand in front of his face but his stoic facade didn't let up. “Dude you're freaking me out. You good?”

“(Y/N)...” he wheezed, almost painfully. As he does, black flakes escape his mouth. “I…I don't feel so good.” He collapsed in your arms, bringing you both to the floor.

“Peter! Peter–What’s going on? What happened? What–” you tried to get Peter to open his eyes but to no avail. The black dust kept leaking out of his mouth.

“It’s too late.”

You freeze—that voice. Slowly, you turn around.

“I’m sorry,” the Titan says quite sorrowfully, “But it has to be done.”

“NO! No, it fucking doesn't!” you screech, still holding onto Peter’s cold body. “This doesn't fix anything!”

Before you could shout more, you hacked out a violent cough. You bring your mouth to your hand as you kept dry coughing whatever appeared in your throat. To your horror, the dust appeared in your hand. The Infinity Stones in Thanos’s gauntlet shone and the void transformed into a battlefield.

“You have to understand…this,” he gestured to gore, “it’s for the greater good.”

His words were drowned out from the pounding of your heart. Blood painted the grass as lifeless bodies littered around. Peter lay unresponsive in your arms and you refused to look down. In doing so, you saw a familiar red cloak, torn above a body. Stephen. You dashed past Thanos to get to the body.

“S–Stephen…” your voice broke as you took a look at his face. His cloudy eyes bore straight to your soul. You swore you felt your heart plummet to your stomach and you felt the acid of the bile rising from your throat. You shut your eyes and use the heel of your palms to alleviate the pressure building behind your eyes “What have I done?...” you sobbed. Crumpling to the ground, you feel the death that surrounds you; cold and unforgiving. The pressure that you're exterting on your lids by your hands makes your eyes explode in pain.

The faces of your friends' corpses fill your eyes, your brain as the pressure from your eyes spreads to your heart. The sheer amount of dread almost stops the beating of your own heart.

You caused this.

“No—NO! I DIDN'T!” you cry, “THANOS—He…He did this!”

You promised her. You promised Wanda to help protect Vision. You failed.

“I didn't, I swear!” your voice cracks as more sobs escape. Your knees buckle and you're finding yourself crumpled and on the ground. Dread filling your heart and pain behind your eyes.

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I have sat with my feelings about vol and all parts of Gamora's story for about a week because I don't know if I'll be able to fully explain to anyone what I feel and why, but I want to try.

I think the most prominent thought I have is that Gamora appears as if she was an afterthought in the story. I'm not talking specifically about screentime. I mean how she's used in the plot. It doesn't feel like Gunn wanted to deal with either 2018 Gamora's treatment/death in IW or 2014 Gamora having her whole world turned upside down. So he had 2014 Gamora go through almost all of the aftermath of coming to the future and the complex emotions around it plus how she and Nebula managed to workout a new dynamic as sisters, off screen so that it wouldn't have to interfere with the majority of vol 3's plot. At the same time the fact that 2014 Gamora appears in vol 3 is used to silence or brush aside what happened in IW. Any real discussion of her being murdered and worst of all any exploration of how her family felt about her and/or her death isn't allowed. There's also the very concerning issue of the situation being presented almost as if Gamora was never part of the family at all and she was only someone Peter dated. There doesn't even appear to be much respect on the part of the other guardians for the fact that the relationship was important to him. They want him to not be sad because 2014 Gamora is around and just doesn't know who he is. But they also don't want to talk about 2014 Gamora or even interact with her.

While I'm sad about this it also makes me want to laugh thinking about how ludicrous it is that a story about overcoming abuse and losses is saying forget all about the murdered woman and focus on the other version of her who doesn't know anything and really is of no importance to this family. All of this is so insulting to Gamora as a whole. You can't ignore what happened to Gamora in IW and you can't use 2014 Gamora as a gag order on talking about the events of IW and how that's influenced the family. There's also the angle of Gamora very much caring for the family in a way a parent would before her death, especially when it came to her dynamic with Groot. This isn't superficial because so much of guardians is how these people came together to create a healthier family environment than the ones they just escaped from or to have a new home after losing family. Gamora was such an important part of that and it's goes completely unacknowledged. We never even get to see how Groot dealt with her being gone. That's wouldn't have been an insignificant loss to him. You're telling me Gamora died and then she shows back up again with no knowledge of who he is and it's easy peasy for him.

I know no film is ever going to be perfect and I know vol 3 had a lot to cover. But this was not the best Gunn could do. This whole scenario also would have been rejected so fast by fandom if say you replaced Rocket with Gamora and gave him this same exact storyline. I see people saying Gamora didn't need to be a guardian and she's happy with the ravagers but they also predominantly focus on how the guardians family is most important with some people mad the family didn't all stay together at the end. It's like everyone is talking out of both sides of their mouth and making up excuses.

I'm just really confused as to how this is seen like a good ending for Gamora. The story is over and I don't know if her soul is in heaven, stuck on Vormir or was destroyed when Thanos destroyed the stones. I don't know how most of her family felt about her death or her life. I don't know if she ever got a funeral or memorial of some kind. I don't know how she met the ravagers. I don't know how she felt about being in the future or Thanos being dead. I don't know if she struggled at all adjusting to her new situation. I don't know what her entire situation is like being family with the ravagers. And at this point I have no clue if she'll ever see Nebula again because Gunn said she went back to her real family and I don't understand what that means. Does she get weekend visitations at least or maybe video chats on Sunday. I have no clue.

I’ve been trying to figure out how to add to this for days but I have nothing. You’ve really got my feelings on this covered so I’m just gonna send this out to the dash for everyone to see as is

#callie.txt #answered #anonymous #Gamora deserved better

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bow-chicka-wow-wow-wow · 1 year

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MCU Deaths That Still Hurt

*SPOILER ALERT*

Gamora (Avengers: Infinity War) - This 2018 gut-puncher of a film was about Thanos’s quest to find all six Infinity Stones to erase half of all life in the universe. By the time he captured Gamora for the location of the Soul Stone, he already had his hands on the Power, Space, and Reality Stones. When Gamora reluctantly tells Thanos the location of the Soul Stone, which is on Vormir. Upon learning from the guardian of the Soul Stone, revealed to be Red Skull, that to obtain the Stone, one had to lose that which they love most. Although initially delighted, Gamora realizes that a tearful Thanos must sacrifice his favorite daughter, and he tosses her off the cliff to her death.

Groot (Guardians of the Galaxy) - No, that sapling you saw at the end of the movie, the infant in the second movie, the moody teenager in Avengers, and the swoll tree in the third movie is NOT the same Groot you saw in the first movie! When Ronan’s ship was being destroyed, Groot sacrificed himself to protect the rest of the Guardians from getting killed, with his last words being “We Are Groot.” Luckily, he is survived by his offspring. That’s right, every subsequent appearance of Groot after Guardians 1 is actually his son. James Gunn even confirmed that the original Groot is dead.

Vision (Avengers: Infinity War) - Another entry from the 2018 blockbuster. Technically he died twice. In order to prevent Thanos from collecting all six Stones, Vision forced Wanda to destroy the Mind Stone on his forehead, although this process would kill him. Wanda succeeds in doing so, but because Thanos had already obtained the Time Stone (Quill couldn’t just keep his cool for like 5 more seconds), Thanos rewinds time to before the Time Stone got destroyed, just to yank the Mind Stone from his forehead, killing him again. And of course, this was the last Stone the Mad Titan needed to collect…

Phil Coulson (The Avengers and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.) - Another entry on this list that actually died twice. He was present in most Phase One films, being the S.H.I.E.L.D. liaison for each superhero in that century. He died by Loki’s hands during the attack on the Helicarrier, but was brought back to life prior to the ABC show. Near the end he died again (I haven’t actually seen the show), and was replaced by a Life Model Proxy. He always wanted Cap to sign his cards.

Howard and Maria Stark (Captain America: Civil War) - Tony Stark didn’t always get along with his parents, particularly with his old man. But he was struck when they were killed in a car accident. Winter Soldier had a “blink-and-you-miss-it” implication that HYDRA was responsible, but Civil War confirmed that it was a brainwashed James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. It was even more devastating that Howard died feeling betrayed by a close colleague of his. This was also the nail in the coffin for Cap and Stark’s relationship.

Spider-Man (Avengers: Infinity War) - I almost didn’t want to include those who “Blipped,” or perished by Thanos’s snap, as they were resurrected 5 years later by Hulk, but I made an exception, because c’mon, it’s Spider-Man! Since this version of the web-slinging hero’s introduction in Civil War, he’s become a favorite in the MCU. He was one of the last heroes we see get dissolved to ashes, and his last words stuck with us forever: “Mr. Stark? I don’t feel so good…”

Yondu (Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2) - In the first movie, he was seen as more of an antihero, due to kidnapping a young Peter Quill after his mother succumbs to cancer, putting a bounty on Quill for double-crossing him, and repeatedly threatening to have the Ravagers eat him! But he actually kept him around because he was originally supposed to deliver Quill to his father Ego, and upon learning what atrocities Ego has committed to his other children Yondu delivered, he kept Quill around as a Ravager. He sacrifices his life at the end of Guardians to let Peter live on, giving him his spacesuit and dying in space after the death of Ego. For his act of heroic sacrifice, we was given an official Ravager funeral.

Black Widow (Avengers: Endgame) - Five years after Thanos’s universal genocide, resulting in the death of trillions, Scott Lang came back from the Quantum Realm. He pitches the idea to travel through the Quantum Realm to pull a “time heist,” which will allow the remaining Avengers to collect the Infinity Stones through different points in history in order to bring everyone Thanos had killed back to life. Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Nebula, and Rhodey all travel to 2014, with the former two traveling to Vormir to get the Soul Stone. But those who saw Infinity War already know the price of obtaining the Soul Stone: you must lose that which you love. When Barton and Romanoff try to jump off the cliff, but Natasha ends up giving up her life so Clint could get the Soul Stone. She may be gone, but her soul lives on in the heroes brought back for the Battle of Earth.

Loki (Avengers: Infinity War) - Yes, we have a 2012 variant still very much alive thanks to the events of Endgame, but this entry is about the original Loki. Although he has “died” twice, this death is actually for real. Introduced in the MCU as the villainous brother of Thor, he has become a character we all loved to hate! He was given a more heroic role at the end of Ragnarok, saving the lives of the Asgardians while Thor causes the titular event to kill her evil sister Hela. Buuut, he’s still the God of Mischief as he just HAD to take the Tesseract before Asgard gets destroyed. In an attempt to kill Thanos, Loki ends up getting grabbed by the neck, and having it crushed by the Titan. His defiant last words: “You… will never be… a… GOD…” It’s more heartbreaking when the 2012 variant has to watch his own demise at the TVA Headquarters.

Iron Man (Avengers: Endgame) - “I am Iron Man.” The very words that started the MCU as we know it. Tony Stark is a character we have all grown to love over the course of 11 years. Yes, he was originally introduced as an unlikable douchebag, but after seeing how dangerous his weapons have become in the wrong hands, he decided to shut down his weapons manufacturing division, reveals to the world that he’s the armored hero Iron Man, and the rest is history. 11 years later, in 2019, we get the ending to the Infinity Saga, when Stark sacrifices his life to destroy Thanos and his armies and save the universe, uttering his famous line before snapping his fingers. The exposure to the gamma radiation emitted from the Stones ended up killing him.

T’Challa (Black Panther: Wakanda Forever) - In 2020, Chadwick Boseman passed away fighting colon cancer. When the Black Panther sequel was in the works, they named it “Wakanda Forever” as a tribute to the late actor. When Wakanda Forever begins, it reveals that King T’Challa, who took the mantle of the Black Panther after the death of his father, has unfortunately died of an unknown disease. Following the funeral, we get a very poignant Marvel Studios Logo, showing only shots of the late King of Wakanda. Rest in Power, King.

#gamora #avengers infinity war #groot #guardians of the galaxy #vision #phil coulson #the avengers #agents of shield #howard stark #maria stark #captain america civil war #spiderman #yondu udonta #black widow #avengers endgame #loki god of mischief #iron man #black panther #wakanda forever

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