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Chapter 9 of my spideypool fic grief and guillotines is out!
If you’re new to the fic, here’s what you can expect!
Childish banter, begrudging friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, heavy angst/hurt comfort, a deep dive into grief, death, and the effects it has on our relationships, and gay people!
Feel free to give it a shot!
Grief and Guillotines chapter 8 is out!!
Grief and Guillotines minor update
I'm going back and fixing up some typos, so if you get any notifications for the chapters! Sorry!
Good news is that chapter 8 is fully written, and just needs to be looked over again by me and few beta readers once im done fixing typos in the story! Ty all for your patience! (Possibly another Monday upload? :)
While I've been busy with artfight, I've still been writing Grief and Guillotines, and you can expect a regular upload on Monday! Heres a blurb from the upcoming chapter!
Doing a drawing every five kudos to celebrate!
He takes to the streets, clothed in darkness and itching for a fight, and Peter finds it. Again, and again, and again. He’s quiet this time, his voice too hoarse from tears to speak, too enraged to do anything other than scream. So the only sounds that fill the warehouses are the dull pangs of fists and blood splatters. Knuckles hitting flesh, and screams echoing off of stained walls.
One day, when the nights calm, Peter will be disgusted by the monster who stalked the streets, for once his knuckles red from another man’s ichor. Today, he feels righteous.
OR
When Spider-Man loses it all, will a deal with Deadpool save them both?
Chapter one of my slow burn spideypool fic!
The man he’s holding by the shirt slumps to the ground as his grip unfolds. His knuckles ache, but his heart still itches for another fight.
Sensing his intentions, Wade clears his throat. “Not here for a fight! Though I’d totally love to see you kick my ass, several times, with your hand-“
“Shut up.”
“Yep! Lips are sealed.” He mimes the motion of zipping up his mouth, then shudders as if the very thought would drive him mad.
“What do you want with me?”
He takes to the streets, clothed in darkness and itching for a fight, and Peter finds it. Again, and again, and again. He’s quiet this time, his voice too hoarse from tears to speak, too enraged to do anything other than scream. So the only sounds that fill the warehouses are the dull pangs of fists and blood splatters. Knuckles hitting flesh, and screams echoing off of stained walls.
One day, when the nights calm, Peter will be disgusted by the monster who stalked the streets, for once his knuckles red from another man’s ichor. Today, he feels righteous.
OR
When Spider-Man loses it all, will a deal with Deadpool save them both?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45675142/chapters/114940402
Beau Idéale Spideypool fanfiction
this fic made me full-cry a minimum of 3 times
the poetry it features before each chapter gutted me and made me whole all at the same time
if you like spideypool this is a must-read