Summary: One of you has to die so that the timeline doesn't collapse.
Major Tags: Apocalypse, time travel, character’s death.
Additional tags: My entry for the @killacharacterbingo Kill a Character Bingo 2024.
Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.
@saiyanprincessswanie
My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my writing skills in English. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.
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The clock read 3:17 a.m. when the explosion shook the underground base. You barely had time to take cover before a burst of white light enveloped you completely. It wasn't heat nor cold... it was something different. Time itself seemed to tear apart around you.
When you opened your eyes, you were no longer in the base.
The air smelled of smoke and metal, and sunlight filtered through half-collapsed buildings. In front of you, with his shield slung over his back and an expression you had never seen on his face before, stood Steve Rogers.
“You made it,” he said hoarsely, as if he hadn't spoken in days.
“What... what happened?” you asked, your heart racing.
Steve helped you to your feet. His uniform was worn, with hand-sewn patches, and the shield had a crack in the edge.
“There's no time for long explanations. You're in the future. One that shouldn't exist.”
As you walked among the ruins, he told you the truth.
Years ago, Hydra had activated a device capable of opening temporal rifts. They had used it to alter key events in history... and they won. The Avengers fell one by one. But there was a way to fix it: go back to the exact point in the past where it all began and close the rift from within. The problem was that only one person could do it. Whoever entered the core of the device would be trapped in the temporal void, erased from existence so that the rest of time could heal.
“Why haven't you done it?” you asked, feeling a lump in your throat.
Steve was silent for a moment before answering.
“Because when the device is activated... it has to be someone who already existed in that past. If I do it, everything I represent disappears with me: the Avengers, the resistance, even you.” His gaze hardened. “If you do it... I'll never know you, but the world will live on.”
They reached the command center, a collapsed structure where the time machine glowed with an impossible blue energy.
“You have to decide,” Steve said, standing in front of you. “If no one enters the core before it's over... this timeline will continue to consume everything until there's nothing left.”
“What if you go in?” "You insisted," your voice breaking. “I'll live with your memory...”
He shook his head slowly.
“It's not that simple. If I disappear, I'll never lead the Avengers; there'll never be anyone to stop Hydra in the critical years. This timeline will be fixed... but another, worse one will take its place.”
“Steve...” you said, and before you could stop yourself, you kissed him. When you pulled apart, he held your face in both hands.
“You don't have to do this.”
“Yes,” you replied, trembling. “I have to do this... because you would do the same.”
Before he could stop you, you ran toward the core. Blue energy enveloped your body like an electric sea. You felt your skin disintegrate, your memories shattering like broken glass... but the counter stopped at 00:00:01.
Steve shouted your name, but it was too late.
Time collapsed in silence.
Steve blinked and was back in 2012, standing in front of the intact Stark Tower, with the city bustling with life. Loki's invasion hadn't even begun. Everything was... normal.
But when he searched his memory, there was no trace of you. Not your name, not your face, not the feel of your hands in his. Just a strange emptiness, a sadness he didn't understand.
It's the year of 1935, when neurologist Egas Moniz invents the leucotomy. Today, known better, as the Lobotomy.
It's a time where mental health isn't treatable. Major depression, Schizophrenia, personality disorders and the like, couldn't be treated with different therapies or medication. Really, humanity knew very little about how mental health worked.
Instead a long list of medical procedures where created, deep sleep therapy, isulin shock therapy, eletrocunvulsive therapy, and most well know that Lobotomy.
The earliest version of this procedure involved drilling holes in a patient’s head and injecting ethanol into their brain to destroy the nerve connections.
Later versions of the surgery included ganing access the frontal lobe, and severing certain connections with the help of a ice-pick like tool, to help with mental disorders, or calm the patient down.
This was either done as a Prefrontal lobotomy or a Transorbital lobotomy.
Sadly, this often ended in severe brain damage, or even death.
The last recorded lobotomy in the United States was performed by Dr. Walter Freeman in 1967 and ended in the death of the person on whom it was performed.
He knows from the moment he agrees to take the kid on the mission that it’s a bad idea. Peter had a Spidey sense, and Tony had a dad sense. Developed it during a time when everything seemed lost, and it was just him and Pepper and their beautiful baby girl Morgan.
Tony couldn’t predict dangers before they happened. Couldn’t stop a bullet in midair, folding fingers around it and stopping it with enhanced strength. But he knew how to see the tiredness under a kid's eyes and see how his shoulders had slumped as his energy had slowly drained. It should have been a warning sign of what was to come, but he’d missed it. And now, Peter was dying all over again.
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Five times Peter Parker was visitors during his coma.
Summary: It's supposed you weren't meant to be there.
Major Tags: Apocalypse, character’s death, broken promises.
Additional tags: My entry for the @killacharacterbingo Kill a Character Bingo 2024.
Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.
@saiyanprincessswanie
My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my writing skills in English. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.
I don’t grant permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or in different languages (I personally translate my work) or for the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this. I created them exclusively for my fics; please respect my work and refrain from stealing it. Some people here create dividers that anyone can use; mine is not of this type, so please look for the dividers created by others. The only exceptions are those I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. Please let me know if you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.
Add yourself to my taglist here.
My other media where I publish: Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter.
If you like it, please vote, comment, and provide feedback to help me improve my skills and consider reblogging.
Rain fell in thick curtains over the destroyed city. Every step you took made a hollow sound against the cracked asphalt, mingling with the constant pounding of the water.
A few meters ahead of you, with his shield slung over his back and his silhouette outlined by the dying light of a broken streetlamp, stood Steve. The world was almost gone.
Temporal fissures had opened after Hydra's latest attempt to rewrite history. Timelines colliding, people appearing where they shouldn't, and realities mixing to the point of chaos.
And you... You shouldn't be there. You knew it. You could feel it in the way the air itself seemed to reject you, in the flashes of memories that didn't belong to this life but crept into your mind like loose pages from a torn book.
They found the core of the temporal collider in what remained of the old science museum. It was a metallic sphere suspended in the air, pulsing with a red glow like a heart about to burst. Cables hung from the ceiling, sparking, while the entire structure creaked as if reality itself were about to collapse.
Steve approached first, frowning.
“There it is,” he said in a low voice. “If we don't shut it down, there will be nothing left.”
You followed him, your rifle slung over your shoulder, feeling the unbearable heat emanating from the machine.
“How do you turn something like this off?” you asked, swallowing hard.
Steve didn't answer you right away. He just stared at the console full of incomprehensible codes and a timer that was ticking down relentlessly, 00:17:42. Finally, he spoke, without looking at you:
“Someone has to get into the core and shut down the system from the inside.” His tone was firm, but there was a weight in his voice that was impossible to hide. “Whoever does it... won't come back.”
The words fell like stones on your chest.
“Then it better be me,” you said, stepping forward.
That's when Steve looked at you. He really looked at you, with those blue eyes full of storm and sadness. And in a voice so low that the roar of the machine almost drowned it out, he uttered the words that broke you inside:
“You weren't meant to be here.”
“What... what did you say?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer.
“You weren't meant to be here.” Steve clenched his jaw. “This isn't your timeline. You shouldn't exist at this point in history. If you do, everything you are, everything you were... will disappear. As if you were never here.”
Lightning flashed, and for a second, everything was silent.
The counter kept ticking down: 00:10:59.
“Then it has to be someone,” you said firmly. “And I'm not going to let it be you.”
“You don't understand.” Steve shook his head, his voice breaking for the first time. "If I do it, this entire timeline will be lost. I'm part of its point of origin. But you... You're the anomaly. If you disappear, the timeline can correct itself.
Tears mixed with the rain on your face. Everything in you screamed that it was unfair. That you had fought, bled, and survived alongside him. That it couldn't end like this.
“Steve, don't ask me to do this...” you whispered.
He came closer, so close you could feel his ragged breath.
“If you don't do this... millions will die. The temporal collapse will swallow up everything you know.” His hands trembled as they took yours. “I'm sorry.”
The timer read 00:04:12. The machine roared like an awakened monster.
You kissed him. It was desperate, broken, tasting of farewell. Steve held you tight, as if he wanted to engrave that moment in his memory before everything disappeared.
“Promise me something,” you asked in a whisper. “Promise me that... even if you don't remember me, you'll live.”
His eyes glistened with more than just rain.
“I promise,” he replied.
You pulled away before you lost your nerve and ran toward the core. The red energy enveloped you, burning you from within, tearing you piece by piece from existence itself.
The counter stopped at 00:00:03.
Steve shouted your name, but your body was already light, and then... nothing.
Time collapsed in a white flash.
Steve blinked and was in 2012, in the middle of a crowded street, with no time rifts, no Hydra, and no war. Everything was as it should be.
Everything... except the feeling of emptiness in his chest, an inexplicable pain he couldn't name. He looked at his hands as if expecting to see someone there, someone he couldn't remember.
But there was nothing.
Only the distant echo of a voice that no longer existed, whispering in the rain:
It's time for another 15 prompts, and I'll tell you, the staff over on Discord... really pulled out the big guns. Including a character getting knocked over by the wind, and a murdour garden gnome. It doesn't get more crack than that! :D :P
Kishou Arima is one of the main characters of Tokyo Ghoul :Re. Killed during the Third Cochlea Raid, chapter 83.
But not before revealing to Haise Sasaki, his student and informal son, that he never wanted a life of killing. That through Haise, it felt like he finally had something to leave behind, before ultimately fading into death.
A beautiful ending to a tragic story.
Only... this time, it's your character of choice having something to leave behind. Weather it's an achievement, a child, a friend, something they've done, is up to you.
Is actually three different prompt. Though I expect most to already know of Hanahaki! We've decided to make them one prompt, since they're all similar in nature.
Hanakanjo and Hanauso isn't very common in Westen Fandom. Something that I'm hoping to change. Cause they're kinda cool!
Hanahaki:
Is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.
The term hanahaki comes from the Japanese words hana (花), which means "flower", and hakimasu (吐きます), which means "to throw up".
The Hanahaki Disease trope was popularized with the Japanese shoujo manga,「花吐き乙女」(Hanahaki Otome), or The Girl Who Spit Flowers by Naoko Matsuda (松田奈緒子), which was released in 2009. The symptoms of the disease are summarized to strong pain, having flowers blooming in the heart and lungs, and then throwing them up.
Hanakanjō:
Hanakanjō is a syndrome in which flowers start growing out of the victim's body because of a strong emotion.
Maybe they'll grow when you're happy, feel loved or in peace! In that case (good emotions), the flowers will sprout painlessly.
But maybe they'll grow when you're depressed, anxious or deeply missing someone... In that case (bad emotions), the flowers will sprout with a sharp pain.
Hanauso:
Hanauso Disease is a fictional disease in which when the victim’s loved one lies or betrays them, flowers will grow out of the victim’s neck. Alongside that, the victim will be unable to talk until their loved one tells the truth.
