Prompt: You and Loki have long been rivals. The two of you fight side by side in battle, when the unexpected strikes. (Beauty and the Beast inspired story)

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The pain piles on in Civil War, sadly.

summary : your last call to Peter is painful, because saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts

A/N - this oneshot is a part of my Lover Series and also requested by @tryn25​ (super sorry for the delay angel, hope you like it!). also I’ve never written something so intense and dark before so if there are any inaccuracies please forgive me ^^

Warnings - mentions of blood, alcoholism, addiction, dark themes and major character death, heavy angst in general :)

“Hello?”

You propped yourself against the cold tiles, your back hitting the cemented walls behind you. Peter’s voice was like a breath of fresh air in this dark, dusty place and you relished that one word he had said to you in months.

“Y/n?”, he sounded puzzled, unsure why you decided to call him after all this time, “Everything okay?”

Requested by @daneel-the-sister-of-castiel

Word count: 6000+

“Moving?” you asked, appalled. You were sitting on your father’s workbench as he worked in chaos around you.

“That’s what I said,” he confirmed, sifting through his hologram junk. “Avengers tower isn’t exactly a beacon of hope anymore, but don’t worry I’ve got a place for you I know you’ll love because it was designed by yours truly.” he said making sure to point to himself so you wouldn’t mistake who he was talking about .“But in the meantime you’re going somewhere else also we can get it all spruced up for you.” He frowned at his work then looked over to you. “But in the meantime you’re going somewhere else also we can get it all spruced up for you. Will ya’ get off the diagram I’m using to put this together.” You slid off the table in annoyance.

“But Avengers Tower isn’t for me so why don’t I just stay in one of your resorts like the last time you had to go away for work?” You reasoned. He pulled up a large screen where you were sitting that stood in between you two.

“Because, last time we left you alone, you reprogrammed Butterfinger to play checkers with you, and now look at him.” You looked over at the robot which was still moving it’s arm as if it was playing the game.

“I thought you didn’t like Butterfinger,” you mumbled.

“Yeah he’s a real pain. Which, I guess, is what makes you two such good friends,” he said. With a few quick swipes you lowered the screen in between both of you.

“This isn’t your idea,” you guessed.

He pulled the screen back up. “No, it was your mother’s,” he confirmed.

As if on queue Pepper walked in. You made your way over to her. “Mom, I can stay in one of the Stark resorts, right? I won’t reprogram Butterfinger again,” you promised.

Pepper scoffed, and looked over at Tony. “You’re worried about that piece of junk?” she said in disbelief.  "I’ve already made up my mind, Y/N. You need to have some friends your own age who aren’t robots, and you staying cooped up in a resort home isn’t going to help you,“ she said. "Now let your dad work, and go pack your things.”

synopsis : how much can amnesia steal from you? a little more than everything.

[Series Masterlist] // [Chapter 12] // [Main Masterlist]

A/N - Let’s pretend MJ in this gif is our dear Y/N again ;)

Warnings - mentions of death, guns and violence in general

                                                Chp 13 - Old Fights

Your eyes fluttered open and shrill waves of throbbing headache hit you immediately, disorienting you. Your whole body ached because you were sprawled on the marble floor in a awkward twisty position. 

You groaned, checking your scalp to make sure it wasn’t bleeding. 

Rachel. 

You sat up with a start, wincing as the sudden movement made your head hurt more. You fumbled around for the table, using it as an anchor to stand up. It took you a few seconds to find your footing and even longer to see everything clearly, and the first time you noticed was that the black journal was gone. And so was Rachel. 

Peter. 

Pairing: Loki x Reader, Soulmates AU

Word count: 11.1k but this is broken into significantly more scenes than last time.

Warnings: In no particular order this chapter includes the following: Depression, Major character death, Angst, and Tooth-Rotting Fluff.

Summary: Soulmates were a gift to Asgard from the goddess Frigga, but Loki was starting to think they might be a curse. 

Notes: Well this is the end! Unfortunately, I didn’t get to edit this as thoroughly as I like. But Thanks for sticking around to see it! I hope you enjoy this story. Please take the time to let me know what you think of this series, and this final chapter! 

There will soon be a spin off of Loyalty, set in the same Soulmate Universe. This will be a spin off not a sequel and will not require reading Loyalty, but reading it will be encouraged. And while it won’t follow this Reader x Loki, they will both be featured as characters in the story (with the Reader of this story given a name in that one to allow that spin off to also be a reader insert fanfiction). So, if you’d like to see more Marvel Soulmate AUs, more of this universe, or more of this Loki and his Soulmate Reader, please let me know in an ask or reblog/reply of this post to add you to the Taglist for my upcoming story, working title “Longing”. 

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(Y/n) stood, arm-in-arm with Freyja, at the entrance to Asgard’s feasting hall. She wasn’t sure if her fears should be heightened or crushed by walking with Freyja. There was the advantage that Freyja unintentionally drew a great deal of attention. No eyes, save perhaps (Y/n)’s family, would be on her. The disadvantage was the obvious. How did anyone compare when walking next to the Goddess of Beauty herself. 

“Relax.” What should have been a comforting word came out as an order from Freyja. “Your family is here, and you will only be sat beside them, Loki, and myself. 

“I still have to get to the seat.” (Y/n) murmured to herself more than her companion.

Freyja rolled her eyes. “You think I would let you fall? You’re liable to take me down with you if you do, and I simply wouldn’t allow for that.” 

“How reassuring.”

Freyja nodded to the guards, and the pair of men pushed the doors open for their entrance. 

Summary: Reader is the daughter of Tony Stark and struggles with his death while struggling with her own demons that result from her mutant powers.

Wordcount: 11K

Pairing: Stark!daughter!reader, Harley Keener x Stark!reader, slight Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Warnings: Angst, Language, Panic Attacks (self-harm w/ flame), Parent Death, Small scene of torture, Fluff

A/N: END GAME SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This really was a healing process for me!  Please refer to the end note as to why I didn’t follow the writing challenge rules/plans of what I said exactly… I just couldn’t sorry Sadie!

“Show me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy.” F. Scott Fitzgerald said this.  I’m starting to be inclined to agree.  Here we are in the end game, yet have we won?  People say we have.  I don’t think so though.  What did we have against a raging psychopath who wields six infinity stones?  Nothing.  ABSOLUTELY Nothing!  We lost.  I lost.  My father.  Doesn’t it enrage you all?  How can you just stand here?  Why don’t we just go back in time and save him?  Isn’t that how we got to this point anyway?  Let’s do it again!  TIME CAN BE REWRITTEN!  God Damn IT!  Let’s rewrite it!  Bring HIM back!

chapter 2

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Bad Boy!Peter Parker x Reader AU

Summary: The heart is fragile. Easily broken, difficult to build back up, and Peter Parker knows that. Maybe his own heart is fractured and that’s why he goes around breaking others. Will you let him break yours?

Warnings: angst, angst, angst, enemies to lovers, suggestive conversations, language, violence, both reader and Peter are 18+

chapter 1 | series masterlist

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Peter crouched on top of the Empire State Building knowing he wouldn’t be seen with his mask off all the way up there. He closed his eyes, letting the cool autumn air blow through his curls, just listening to the traffic below that had become so comforting. 

His hands were shaking and he clutched his mask staring at it and feeling like an impostor. He didn’t deserve to be in this suit, at least not anymore. He wondered how disappointed Tony would be…