Loki and Peter Parker somehow forge a friendship after one flippant comment. No one on the team quite understands how it happened. But it seems to do the god some good to have Peter as a friend. Original prompt: https://artemxmendacium.tumblr.com/post/173783396735/scenes-i-need

It all started from a dumpster behind Midtown High School. "Could this day get any worse?" Peter Parker spoke to himself as he went to the trash receptacle, trying to find his backpack those dudes threw out the window. Holding his nose and scanning the pile of garbage, there were soggy cardboard, last week's lunch, abandoned project from Mister Andrew's class. And there it was! His backpack laying next to a dead man(?) in some sort of black leather and armor clothing with a broken neck. Totally normal.

"Sweet dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree," Where Catherine Vanessa McCoy ends up falling for an irritating speedster who keeps getting in the way. And on the way finds a family that she never expected to have - a family she would do anything for. {25,000 words} {#1 PeterMaximoff Dec 2022} Started : 22-03-21 Finished : 07-11-21 [DISCLAIMER - I don't own any of the X-Men characters this is just a fanfiction. Only my own separate plot points and Kit belong to me]

"Don't talk to me like that, I am your father!" "Then act like one!" ------ "I like your hair.....think I'll call you Quicksilver," "I like your face... think I'll call you mine," ------ When a father and daughter relationship is strained Or When a bright girl meets a kleptomaniac [X-Men: Day of Future Past - X-Men: Apocalypse]

❝Just because someone stumbles and loses their path, doesn't mean they can't be saved.❞ - [set during X-Men: First Class]

"For the record, I like the bookworm better." "You'd be the first." [X-Men] [Charles Xavier x OC] [First Class - Days of Future Past]

Book One of the Fatal Attractions Saga: In the year 1962, Kat Hazel is found in Chicago by Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr. As part of their group of collected mutants to bring down Sebastian Shaw, she must learn and train with the others under the supervision Charles - the first man to treat her like she was worth something. [I own nothing but the idea for my OC. I make no profit.]

The year was 1962 when I met the man I would later call my husband. The man who sits at my bedside, holding my hand as I weakly gaze into the familiar blue eyes that captivated me many years ago... Far too many years than I would care to mention. "Charles?" My voice escapes my lips in a breathy hum, the downtrodden tones of approaching death threatening to distort his beautiful name. "Yes, my Love?" He replies with an expression of deep melancholy. "Do you remember when we met?" I inquire with a gentle smile painted upon my face, my wrinkled hand cradled gently in his own. "Of course I do, Darling," he soothes me, the cool metal of his wedding band brushing against my skin. "I never stop remembering."

. . .in which his memories come and go in waves when he's not in cryo, and he writes them in notebooks to ensure he will not lose them again. #206 in Fanfiction as of 5/28/16. © savagesociety 2016

❝ I am broken. ❞ ❝ I know.❞ ❝ You can't help me. ❞ ❝ I know.❞ *** ⓢⓛⓞⓦ ⓑⓤⓡⓝⓔⓡ #1 Ranked in Matthew Murdock ❤️ (as of 8/31/2018 and 12/27/2018)