COMPLETED! For all those who saw Endgame and had their heart ripped out, this is for you. Imagines of Natasha Romanoff. Fluff. Angst. Gif. Smut. (No longer taking smut requests as of 12/18/19) (GxG , G!p)

''I thought people always remembered their first kiss.'' Katariina ''Katya'' Petrova grew up with Natalia Romanova in the same institute, trained to be a killer deadlier than anyone. What started as a friendship quickly turned into something more. There was only one problem: relationships were strictly forbidden. Upon betrayal, the girls were torn away from each other, never to be seen again. Until Natalia Romanova becomes SHIELD Agent Natasha Romanoff and stumbles, in the middle of a battlefield in Serbia, upon the girl she had pushed out of her mind. Only Katariina isn't a little fifteen-year-old girl anymore and hasn't found herself on the path of righteousness. BOOK 1 OF THE GHOST SERIES BOOK 2: ''CHASING GHOSTS'' - Pre-The Avengers -- Endgame - Natasha Romanoff x FEM!OC - Girl x girl Check out my other work too: -Daisy Johnson Imagines -Forbidden | Carol Danvers

(A Game of Thrones Fan Fiction) A house almost ripped from existence by King Robert Baratheon's rebellion, not unlike the legendary Targaryen family. One member remains. A fiery girl of sixteen, Nyla is the last member of the Firebearer house. Saved by the kind heart of Lord Eddard Stark when she was only a baby. The Firebearer house is an ancient one, they came to serve at the side of the Targaryens when they fled Old Valeryra and were faithful soldiers and servants to them for centuries. The warriors of the Firebearer house are legendary, some saying they rode on dragons alongside the Targaryens. It was said that a member of the Firebearer house could gain the knowledge and skill of battle from their ancestors through meditation and could sense when a member of the royal family was in danger. Therefore they made the perfect protectors for the house of fire and blood. Will Nyla Firebearer serve House Targaryen as her ancestors did? Will Daenerys Targaryen be tamed by her?

[Book 1 Of The Sinners Trilogy] Quinn did something terrible. Her mother won't even look at her. Exiled to a strict Catholic school in the city's underbelly, she's determined to stay invisible-but never afraid. And then there's Billie. A bruised-knuckle gang leader with blood on her hands and secrets in her eyes, Billie rules St. Mary's with a silent fury no one dares cross. And yet, she's watching Quinn. Closely. As the two girls are drawn into each other's orbit, Quinn discovers that St. Mary's is more than detention slips and hallway fights. It's a battlefield-and Billie isn't just a bully. She's a soldier in a war no one talks about. And Quinn? She's already in too deep. One carries a secret. The other carries anger. And when love meets violence-nothing stays holy. ••• "Welcome to St. Mary's school for the troubled child" Billie whispers, her hands on my waist, her lips by my ear. I shudder, trying not to fall into her trap. She brings a hand to my top button, undoing it "You've gotta be in here for something. We're all sinners" she moves down, undoing half of my shirt. I whimper, my muscles locked. I felt ashamed of what she was doing to me, how she was making me feel. "C'mon, baby." she spins me so I'm facing her. Her eyes sparkled with amusement "Show me how sinful you really are" ••• • #1 in idontwannabeyouanymore on 8.23.19 • # 1 in blohsh on 8.23.19 • # 1 in comeoutandplay on 12.18.19 • # 1 in lesbianfiction on 7.03.25

" you don't know me " the russian woman flinched. " but i'd like to " Katya Volkov is a Russian assassin navigating a tricky world of love, work, and heroes.

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

***GirlXGirl Romance*** Living in New York you learn to keep up with the quick pace of the city, myself included. I was never the one to stop and smell the roses, but that was until I met her on that dull September afternoon. Her eyes were light and dark at the same time, as if a devil and an angel lived inside of her. Time itself had stopped, and since that day everything had changed, ever since I had crossed paths with Drew Wilder.

So...Bella and Rosalie. Basically Twilight but gayer and (hopefully) better. #1 in BellaxRosalie ❤️

Angels, demons, gods and goddesses, annoying humans, lesbian sex, gore, majestic scenes: read and judge the story, not just the synopsis.

"You forgetting anything?" Her husky voice rasped at me, pushing back the lump in her throat. My eyes began to water as I looked down to the ground, watching a small ant crawl by my shoe. One foot was inside the small apartment we had shared and the other, the other was planted firmly on the cement step outside. Her words echoed around in my head. Am I forgetting anything? I was forgetting you I wanted to reply. Home to me was always a person. And now.... I was homeless. [-] Black Widow x Reader Parker!Reader (GxG)