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Studio Noir by moon51x
Fandoms: Agatha All Along (TV), WandaVision (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe
15 Feb 2026
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You didn’t mean to step into her world.
It happens quietly; a photograph, a touch, an offer that doesn’t feel like one.
She sees something in you. Something you’ve spent your whole life trying to hide.
And you don’t know if she’s helping you find yourself or unmaking you entirely.AU - Art History Student Reader x Photographer Agatha Harkness
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16 Feb 2026
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Rio Vidal is Lady Death. All powerful; all knowing. But what happens when she adapts her body to be more human like for Agatha's sake and becomes afflicted by, er, the human condition?
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Rio Vidal gets a UTI for the first time in her life, and Agatha Harkness is in for the ride of her life.
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08 Feb 2026
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You live a simple life between a quiet café and a dimly lit bar where you sometimes sing. You don’t expect much to change. You don’t allow it to.
Then one morning, a stranger orders coffee from you with a smile you can’t shake.
And on another, a different stranger finds you in the dark right before sunrise.It should mean nothing.
But it feels like the beginning of everything.As the days unravel, the three of you keep crossing paths in ways that shouldn’t feel this intimate… or this inevitable.
Some love stories announce themselves loudly.
Others slip in quietly, soft, and dangerous.It's impossible to escape.
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10 Dec 2025
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Our Little One by Bishovapls
Fandom Black Widow (Movie 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe, WandaVision (TV)
01 Jan 2026
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09 Dec 2025
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“Natasha,” she says. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her—her hair a muted copper, an umbrella clutched in one hand and the other tucked into the pocket of her leather jacket. She stands on the edge like it’s a park bench rather than a drop that would leave you with more broken bones than years you’ve lived.
You wait for her to ask for your name—it doesn’t come. Neither does a, “What’s wrong?” or “Come down from there.”
“Cold tonight,” she continues, as if you had spoken. “My knees haven’t ached this bad since ’09. You’ve been up here a while.”
The words sting; you wonder how she knows. The truth is blunt, painful, aching like the bruises on your ribs. You can only imagine how you must look, soaked to the bone, looking all the part of a drowned rat. Filthy, your mother had muttered last week. I don’t know what to do with you anymore.
Finally, somehow, you find your voice. “You should go.”
Natasha tilts her head. “Probably,” she agrees, before tipping the umbrella towards you.
On the eve of your death, someone joins you as you stand on the ledge.
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24 Nov 2025