When your wife Natasha passes away in a car accident, a part of you dies with her. It takes a few months of mourning for your psychiatrist thinks the best alternative is for you to join a grief group. And there you meet Wanda Maximoff, and learn to live again.

You're Natasha Romanoffs daughter. In this story she was able to escape the Red Room before they made her infertile. She is very protective over you because you're her only child. The beginning is set during "Age of Ultron" and you watch your mother fight Ultron on the news but as you spot Wanda, you start crushing on her. When you meet her at the compound you fall for her but Nat doesn't really approve of this because she still thinks of Wanda as a danger. Will Wanda return your feelings and can you two come together even when your mother doesn't approve? Kind of a slow burn. I don't own any of the Marvel characters and the plot of "Age of Ultron" is obviously also not mine but the idea and development of this story is. #1 mcu (09./11.08.22) #2 mcu (08.08.-17.08.22) #3 mcu (19.08.-23.08.22) #1 Wanda (11.08.22)

"You didn't see that coming." Now it's my turn to tilt my head. What's she getting at? "My brother used to say that a lot. You...You said 'guess I didn't see that coming'. It just. I don't know. Just kind of-I don't even know why I'm telling you this." Y/N Stark has worked for Hydra for as long as she can remember. She doesn't remember her past, her family, or even her last name... Until one day when sent out to kill the Avengers, Y/N gets captured, no thanks to the green eyed witch. "I'm not going anywhere with you." "I don't think you have much of a choice." I look over her body and smirk in appreciation. She's definitely attractive. And that accent is...well yeah it's a nice accent. But before I can let her do more witchy crap on me I grab hold of her with my own powers. I can feel my eyes changing to blue as I grip her harder. She grunts and cranes her neck to look for her friends but I force her to look at me as I lower us to the ground. ____ Written with she/her pronouns, if you use other pronouns I apologize, try and imagine them as such :) Hope you guys enjoy! ________ #2: #wandamaximoff 4/26/21 #1: #wandamaximoff 5/3/21 #1: #wandamaximoffxreader 6/7/21 #2: #wandaxreader 6/7/21 #5: #elizabetholsen 6/7/21 #1: #fxf 6/22/21 & 6/30/21 #1: #readerpov 7/18/21 #1: #writewithpeide 10/4/21

(Original series from my tumblr @abimess) In the early days of existence, to maintain the balance of the Cosmos, the Gods created two vital energies, the Chaos Magic and the Order Magic. These two powers, complementary to each other, are responsible for ensuring that the multiverse remains in constant balance, as all things should be. To take care of these magics and protect the multiverse, the Gods blessed the Cosmos with two beings capable of mastering them: the Order Keeper, imbued with Order Magic, and the Scarlet Witch, vessel of Chaos Magic. However, when one of them decides to use their power in a way that compromises the stability of the multiverse, something needs to be done, as soon as possible. Warnings: violence, fighting, angst with a happy ending, smut (+18 only!) [more warnings per chapter]

"They say heartbreak kills. She took that literally." Once, Y/N was full of warmth, laughter, and love. Once, she had someone who made the world feel like home. Once, she was ready to spend forever with Wanda Maximoff. Then Wanda left-without warning, without goodbye. And Y/N shattered. Crushed beneath the weight of a pain too vast for one soul to carry, she made a devastating choice: to give up her heart. Not metaphorically-literally. With it went her feelings, her memories, and every trace of the girl she used to be. What remained was something else entirely. Efficient. Ruthless. Heartless. A myth cloaked in shadow. A name whispered in fear. Years later, on opposite sides of a deadly mission, Wanda crosses paths with the assassin the world fears most-unaware she's staring into the eyes of the woman she once loved. But when the phantom pain of a forgotten past begins to stir, and a heart long buried begins to beat again, the two are pulled into a storm of old wounds, dangerous magic, and love that refuses to die. But how do you save someone from becoming a monster... when you're the reason they broke?

- a. liu -༉‧₊˚✧ ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ↳ 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙎 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 "hold my hand until we turn to ashes, love me til they put me in my casket -" IN WHICH... a girl who detests the cold comes to know the girl who lives for it. alysa liu x fem oc ·₊˚༶₊˚₊· : ̗̀

~ don't forget to kiss me or else you'll have to miss me i guess i'm stuck forever by the glue ~ Started: February 18, 2026 Published: February 26, 2026 Finished:? Alysa Liu x femoc! {social media x real life}

Mainly Alysa Liu & Amber Glenn, but always open to more, Added Alysa to my new obsession, along with Amber, so decided to just make a new book to add these to,

Where Valeria Rozanova participates in the Winter Olympics with the goal of leaving Italy with the golden medal or Where Alysa Liu becomes Valeria's biggest rival and distraction

Life has a twisted sense of humor, and Kishibe is about to become the punchline. For years, he's lived by a simple code: kill devils, train rookies who'll probably die anyway, and seduce women with practiced ease. Sure, Quanxi never fell for his charms, but who's counting? With a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other, Kishibe has perfected the art of drowning out the screams, the blood, and the endless parade of corpses that define a Devil Hunter's existence. In his rare moments of silence, though, a question haunts him: What if I'd chosen differently? Then fate answers. A phone call shatters an ordinary afternoon, not a telemarketer, not a wrong number, but a lawyer with impossible news. A woman from his past has died, leaving him something in her will. Kishibe expects nothing more than forgotten trinkets, maybe a dusty painting from a relative he can't recall. When he finds out what is, or more specifically who it is he's shocked to his core. A four-year-old boy clutches a cloud-patterned blanket to his chest, eyes wide and uncertain. The child has his mother's features, yes, but in the curve of his jaw, the set of his eyes, Kishibe sees the unmistakable shadow of himself staring back. Kenji. That's his name. The man who thought he'd die alone, another nameless hunter swallowed by the darkness, now holds the small hand of a son he never knew existed. This child, fragile, innocent, impossibly his, is about to unravel everything Kishibe thought he understood about life, death, and the razor's edge between them. But Kenji won't just change one cynical Devil Hunter's world. He'll change the worlds of many. The world watches. Waits. Wonders whether this boy will become its salvation, or its damnation. Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.