Memory Loss [3]

Memory Loss [3]

Series Title:  Memory Loss [3]

Chapter Title: Funny How Things Work Out

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard​

Summary:  You try to figure out what you’re going to do with Captain Steve Rogers. Steve’s memories appear to be returning.

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Characters:  Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Square Filled:  Snuggling in Bed

Word Count:  1527

Warnings:  angst, lost memories, 

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​​ and SSB 2020.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.***

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Beautiful and Damned 6- To Be Unloved [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My loves, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Denial has a way to poison people.

Word Count: 3350

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, bad parenting.

The following days, you did whatever you could think of to keep your mind off that night. You focused on your drawings, you focused on the embroidery your mother wanted from you, you focused on-

Anything other than outside.

Even if you missed Geralt so much that it almost hurt your heart.

You could feel the sunlight on your skin, warming your bones, warming the whole room as it spilled through the window and you just kept your eyes on the yard, on the people.

Maybe this distance was just as much as you were supposed to get.

Someone knocked on the door and opened it, but you didn’t even turn your head, you just stood still, with your knees pulled up to your chest, your parchment resting on them.

“Where’s Cassie?” Fin sounded almost confused and you shrugged.

“I gave her the day off.”

“And the guards?”

“I let them go.”

“You can’t be serious,” he said and came to pull himself a chair, “You can’t be alone, there has to be someone with you.”

“I could call them back,” you mumbled and turned to him, “Is that what you want me to do, my king?”

“You know it’s not like that,” he muttered, “I could never boss you around, you terrify me.”

You averted your eyes, pinching your lips and he cleared his throat,

“Trust me sister, your ability to kill people has nothing to do with just how intimidated I am by you.”

You heaved a sigh, then tapped your pencil on the parchment.

“I know you don’t like this,” Fin said, “I remember the last time the city was confined, as well as you do. But I had no other choice, we need to catch these people before another member of our family gets hurt.”

“They will be safe-“

“I’m talking about you specifically.”

You scoffed, then shook your head, “I doubt anyone could kill me.”

“Let’s make sure they can’t,” he eyed you, “I’m worried about you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fin, I promise you I won’t get killed. Happy?”

“Not that!” he said, “This…whole thing. This isn’t like you. You haven’t been outside for two days.”

“Yes, mindless chatter and cruel gossips, oh how I missed outside.” You mumbled, “People were already scared of me, now they’re terrified.”

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All my love

Warnings: noncon sex (oral, intercourse), stalking, general creepiness and deception.

This is dark!Peter Parker (adult) and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader is new to the big city but she has a new friend watching over her.

Note: This is my first dark!Peter Parker so please be easy on me. He has been aged up and this takes place when he’s grown up and living his spidey dreams. I’ve made him like uber creepy I think and it gets pretty eerie I think but I hope yall enjoy some Spidey.

Anyway :) Please like, reply, and/or reblog if you read. <3 Love you all.

It started on Monday. The first day of the week. Something was always bound to go awry. 

You should have suspected it. Work had been too easy. The library had seen a steady flow of patrons but not overwhelming. Visitors and books alike kept you busy and time rolled by. It was just too good to be true.

You stepped inside your small apartment and bent to pick up the mail just inside. The carrier had left a deluge of flyers on your floor. You stood and shifted through the coupons and carpet cleaning service ad. There was a single bill and another unmarked envelope.

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NOOO

Pragma(tic) 21: She Faces the End

Pairing: Persephone!Bucky Barnes x Hades!Reader

Summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU]

Word Count: 5229

Warnings: Language, violence, blood, fighting, war

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Previous 20: She Begs for a Promise

The valley at the heart of Thessaly was just as you remembered it from all those centuries ago, but the grass was greener here. It’d been fertilized by the ichor spilled by gods and titans both during the Titanomachy. Craters still dotted the earth from where lightning or bodies had struck it. There was still a trench tearing it apart from where you’d dragged your bident through the dirt, attempting to cut one of your uncles in half. It was a battleground—populated with new plants and life, but a battleground nonetheless.

The scene was one of legends: titans and gods standing once again in two lines.

The brothers stood in an arch, Kronos at the point with his brothers flanking his sides evenly. A large golden scythe—his signature weapon—filled his hand, its shaft embedded into the dirt of the earth. His lips were curled up in a lazy smirk, his eyes half-lidded and content. He was amused as he looked across the valley at you, his red eyes never leaving yours.

He and his brothers were dressed in the very basics of armor; they didn’t think they needed it. They were titans—nearly invincible. They feared nothing, least of all bodily harm.

Funny, considering how many scars coated their arms from the last war.

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Let It Snow Chapter 2/4: But The Fire Is So Delightful

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Word Count: 5,485

Warnings: Dark!Steve Rogers, stalking, ABO dynamics, mating cycles/heat, nonconsensual somnophilia, masturbation, me taking extreme liberties with how ABO biology works, come eating (kind of), comeplay, and lots and lots of tension (18+ ONLY)

A/N: The much-anticipated second chapter is up! Sorry for the wait, it has been so busy lately. Thank you so much to my beta reader @jessieray98​!! She’s AMAZING!! Enjoy!!

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Pragma(tic) 17: Though Mighty, She Falls

Pairing: Persephone!Bucky Barnes x Hades!Reader

Summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU]

Word Count: 5663

Warnings: Language, blood

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Previous 16: He Feels His Heart Break

In all your millennia, you’d never actually thought about death. Sure you were surrounded by it every single day, but you never pondered what it meant to die—to cease to live. Death was nothing but a term to you. It meant that another soul would be joining your kingdom. It meant that a mortal’s life had ended. It had no place in your life. And yet… Now it seemed that you were staring your own death right in the face.

The spirits in Elysium had all described it in different ways. Some said it was peaceful—a sweet release from life. Others said it was the worst pain they’d ever experienced—an excruciating way to go.

You had never known such pain before. Your body was alight with angry fires. Your limbs hurt at the slightest of movements. You were always parched, your mouth never moistening. It hurt to breathe. Every ragged breath you drew in lead to a round of severe coughing. The air in your lungs was tainted gold. Ichor flowed freely from the corners of your mouth, running down your chin in thin rivers. 

You’d been poisoned. 

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