It's post CA:CW. The Avengers have split, a mysterious organization is hunting down Bucky Barnes, and Team Cap is struggling with their loss of the fight. Instead of going to Wakanda, Bucky decides to stay with Steve for protection. Although everyone is struggling with how to move forward, Steve and Bucky are trying to figure out just how much they mean to each other. - "That's why we do what we do. The choices we make end up making us. And that's what makes us human; each decision, every day, to do something good, to save as many people as we can, even if it's just ourselves. Even if it's just each other. That's the humanity of this." - [Stucky Fanfiction] [Finished] [85,100 words] [58 chapters]

"Who's Bucky?" Asking him that question sparks a memory. I asked him that before. We were fighting on that bridge. He called me Bucky when he saw my face for the first time and I remember feeling utterly lost because of it. "You are," he groans, hanging on by the skin of his teeth. He tries to lift his hand, but it falls back onto the mud as he still lacks strength. "I'm Bucky?" Again, the name stirs a sense of deep familiarity, but I have no idea what it means. Hydra never called me anything but soldier. "Yes, you're Bucky and I'm Steve. We're friends. Old friends - close friends." ********** Set at the ending of the movie the Winter Soldier. After Bucky drags Steve onto the shore and saves his life, Bucky wants to get away from it all. Steve has different plans though. Original story: Morgana & VigoDC Edited by VigoDC

A drunken lonely wish on a shooting star has Chris Evans getting a bit more than he bargained for. Waking up in the actual MCU, in Steve Rogers' body? Yeah, he's in big trouble. Completed December 2019. |highest rankings| #1 stucky #1 evanstan

Olivia Davis enjoys a normal life, despite living in New York City, the epicenter for Avengers-level disasters. A steady job, a steady boyfriend, that's all Liv really needed. But that is all threatened when Loki tricks her into bringing him back to her apartment for medical attention after he escaped his prison on Asgard. He senses there is more to her than she lets on, but will he destroy her carefully constructed life in order to figure out what she's hiding?

' She breathed in deeply, picking up on a faint and fresh scent of mint on him. "Even if it's only me, is that enough for you?" Loki purred with a knowing smile, still hugging her tightly, "am I enough for you?" Pulling her head away from his chest, she looked up into his eyes. They were much closer than she'd ever seen them before. Blues and greens danced in his irises, and the emotion of love was strongly defined around his being. "Even if only one will see me, it is enough," she confirmed quietly, "but you...are more than enough." She wasn't sure why the breath caught in her throat, or why she found herself nearly speechless under his charming gaze. And he wasn't sure how she'd managed to get under his skin and into his heart, but there was no doubting that fact. The joy on Loki's face at hearing that he was more than enough for this woman made her feel as though she were flying through space. ' • • • She crashed into Earth with no memories at all. Until a familiar face brought everything back. Being more powerful than the God of Mischief himself, she was charged with the mission of gaurding Loki during his imprisonment in the Avengers Tower. Emotions blossom where they never could before as fate brings Loki and this woman closer than ever. • • • Takes place some time after the first Avengers film. ♡

Frank meets his best friend Mikey's older brother when he comes home for the holidays; and boy is he hot. Top Rankings: #1 in Frerard #1 in PatrickStump #1 in MCR #1 in PeteWentz #1 in GerardWay #1 in Frankiero #1 in Peterick #1 in Ryden

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The old Captain Hook is tired. Harry comes along, near death, having become horribly lost and been abandoned by his crew. Hook helps him, but informs him that it is now his job to become the next Captain Hook. Oh yes ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ̶ and he almost forgets to mention the persistent boy who is the ringleader of the Lost Boys. He explains the 'rules': that Harry (as the new Captain Hook) has to continue the everlasting feud with Peter Pan. Although there have been a long line of similar looking Hooks, Harry apparently doesn't look quite similar enough, and Pan notices. However, Peter Pan's identity might not be quite so straightforward either. ______________________________________________ •Written August 2016 ⁠⁠⁠ ̶ July 2019• [Complete, 27k words] 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: Graphic Violence, Death (Non-Main Character) ______________________________________________ ______________________________________________ (Art featured on cover and original inspiration for the story by @passthepencil via Tumblr; 'A Strange Pair...' Link to original post in first chapter. All edits mine.)

Because who doesn't love a revenge era Frerard? It's 2004 and My Chem are on tour. It should be a happy time, and yet Gerard finds himself spiralling, caught in a toxic relationship and even more toxic addictions. The only people that can seem to get through to him at all are his bandmates, but that's becoming complicated too, as he's accidentally fallen in love with one of them. Disclaimer/warning - this story deals with alcohol and substance abuse. I don't want to romanticise it at all - if anything, this is about how love doesn't automatically fix these issues.

Frank's lost his parents when he was sixteen and was now a nineteen year old who had to grow up way too fast. He was still struggling to find a job that didn't leave him struggling for money at the end of each month, not only for his sake but also his eight year old sister, Diana. Gerard was a young famous artist. No one knew anything about him really except that he was an arrogant rich hermit who had no interest in interacting with anyone beyond selling them his paintings.