[on a slight break for now] adele evans was often told that love was like a flower. wilting. falling. rooting. rising. blooming. the sun would look upon that flower, that love, and either cherish it or destroy it in a flame of blaze. scorched to ashes. adele desired to watch the flower of love wilt, fall, root, rise, and bloom before her very eyes. she was determined to prove to the sun how much she cherished ginny weasley, and not even the brightest thing on the planet would outshine the love she felt for her. ginny weasley x OC deathly hallows | post-war

"𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 [𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧]: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞" in which the cold-hearted malfoy chooses 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 for the second time in her life. [𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜] [𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝚘𝚌]

If you believe that Wendy Darling was the first girl to have met Peter Pan and his Lost Boys, I'm afraid you are mistaken. Then again, stories do get twisted over time. Truths become fantasy, and all that was real becomes a distant memory. I'm here to tell you the true story. The story of the first girl to be called a Lost Boy. The story of Rufio. ****************************************************** Highest Rankings: rufio #1 : felixouat #1

This is an AU if Pietro had a daughter, and she was sucked into the whirlwind of WestView after the Blip. She is 15, meaning she was 7 when Pietro 💀.She's now living with Wanda , Vision and the twins. (Authors note: Wanda and Pietro did NOT do it, she doesn't have any family so now she only she has her aunt. She calls Wanda Mom because she's the only maternal figure she's known.) A/N; IF U KNOW ME IRL. LEAVE. And for those of u that don't get it <3, that means, SAFFA, JESSIE, RAINE, DENA(plural), OLIVIA, AMIRA AND THE GIRL OBSESSED WITH SOUR.

Agatha Harkness is a very powerful witch, with a very powerful daughter. Y/n is a 15 year old witch who is from the 1600's, so technically she's over 400 years old but that's not the point. She learned everything she knows from her loving mother, Agatha. Y/n ends up in Westview, befriending Wanda and the other neighbors. The one question is, who is the villain? this story features soft!agatha so do not expect her to completely have the evil part of her that she has in wandavision i have a rough outline of how many parts this story will be and what each part will be about, but if anyone has suggestions for how to continue the story i would love to hear them in the comments of the story! This is my first wattpad story I have ever written so there may be mistakes and that description probably wasn't the best. I will try to update the story as often as possible. I hope you enjoy!!

"And you shall be my heiress" "Yes, my lord." "No. None of that formality. I have accepted you as my own" "Yes, Father." Natasha Romanoff has become everyone's worst nightmare, and the Red Room's most unattainable dream. Natasha Romanoff has become a weapon.

A colloquial guide to Russian, and detailed teachings of the language as I have learned it so far. (DISCLAIMER: I am not fluent, or a teacher of the language, I write this purely for entertainment, and the hope that fellow learners out there enjoy my study material.)

illustrating my pain through depressing poetry ;; beautiful mess.

There is nothing beautiful about the wreckage of a human being There is nothing pretty about damage, about pain, about heartache. What is beautiful is, their strength, their resilience, their fortitude, as they display an ocean of courage when they pick through the wreckage of life to build something beautiful brand new against every odd that is stacked against them They were broken, broken beyond repair. Their hearts were broken, souls crushed. But then, they met each other. And they started to heal. Slowly. Steadily. The gaping craters became small holes, the holes crevices and the crevices, thin, white scars. The pain reduced, day by day, until it was no more. The Witch and the Goddess were broken no more, the Witch and the Goddess were at peace. Until, someone wanted to ruin that.

"I was taken into a room that one would use to entertain guests in. It was a massive dining hall draped in red curtains and dazzling black marble floors. It was beautiful. I only hoped it wouldn't be the place where my life was taken yet again by the man whom I loved oh so dearly. Just as that thought came to mind, I saw him. He was sitting on a throne in the front of the hall. He wore a black button down, silky shirt with pants just as dark. His hair had gotten longer, his lips fuller. His eyes, however, were not foreign. I had looked into those eyes so many times I had all the little blue specs memorized. He was beautiful but cold. Power radiated from him so deeply that it sent a shiver across my spine. I wanted to know the man infront of me; I wanted to love him. But I was no fool, he was different. Darker. Stronger. Colder. Elijah stood up and made his way towards me. If I had the ability to breathe, I would have held my breath. He was so gorgeous but yet so cruel. Surely made by the devil himself. He stood only a few inches away from me, looking down at my face. I watched his eyes as they scanned all my features. Only when they made their way back up to my eyes did he speak. "Undress yourself", he demanded."