Beautiful And Damned 11- Sparks Of Hope [Geralt Of Rivia X Reader]

Beautiful and Damned 11- Sparks of Hope [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My darlings, 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: Hope changes everything.

Word Count: 3728

Warnings: Mentions of violence, death. 

You didn’t get any sleep that night. In fact, even after dawn, after morning, after a long bath, your thoughts were still like a storm in your mind, Geralt’s words echoing in your ears.

He had left soon after he figured out what was written on your back, saying he needed to find your court mage, since he was also present during the time the witch had put that curse on you. Needless to say, it had even made you more confused the more you stayed alone with your thoughts, but of course, you wouldn’t get to stay like that for long. The giggles coming from outside made you look up from your sketching and in a couple of seconds, your door opened and Fin and Meriel rushed inside, with Fin grinning and Meriel clutching at her stomach to stop her giggles. Cassie raised her brows, a small smile pulling at her lips and you frowned slightly.

“Uh…good morning, you two.”

“Shhh!”

“What-?”

“We’re hiding from mother’s guards.” Fin whispered, and Meriel nodded, still giggling.

“She doesn’t want us to spend any time together at all before the wedding.”

“Yes because apparently, I will corrupt her.”

Meriel covered her lips to contain her laugh, but the second her eyes caught the sight of Cassie she almost froze, blinking a couple of times as if she was mesmerized.

“H-hello Cassie.”

“Your highness.”

“Oh you two met? Cassie is the love of my life, Meriel.”

Your eyes widened, “Fin! Don’t tell your future wife that!”

“I’m really not, your highness.” Cassie added hastily and Fin rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, but she doesn’t love me back at all, so…” he turned to you, “We’re friends, it’s all good.”

“I don’t mind that,” Meriel stole a look at Cassie, then blushed and cleared her throat, “I- um… We’re sorry to disturb you, Y/N.”

“You didn’t,” you shook your head, “So what, you are trying to make mother mad?”

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Painted Windows 6

Warnings: violence, trauma, allusions to abuse and noncon, isolation, torture, further tags to be added.

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You struggle to make sense of your captivity.

Note: Alright so we’re seeing things amp up and I hope you all enjoy it. I have up to part 8 planned out and then brainstorming the rest lol. I honestly don’t know what this series is. I always appreciate you and thanks for all your patience. Thank you. Love you guys!

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Day fourteen. Two weeks. Two whole weeks of the interminable routine. Wake up; if you slept at all, breakfast, lunch, dinner; sometimes alone, sometimes not. In between, you opened your notebook, or watched television, or walked around in circles until you were dizzy. Other times, you did nothing at all and wondered at the principles of time.

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Kissing Friends

 I saw Kisses and Sero in the same sentence and I blacked out for three hours now here we are. 

Sero x reader, reader x Kirishima(not really)

word count: 1,500(about)

warnings:  jealousy, cursing, a smooch (scandalous I know)

Summary: Sero liked you, a lot actually, but he can’t ask you out because he knows who you like and it isn’t him. but that doesn’t mean that he couldn’t enjoy hanging out with you. 

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The Handmaiden🌹1

Warnings: eventual dark elements (tags to be added as fic continues)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Princess Madeline has left her homeland to marry a king. On her journey, she has brought her most trusted handmaiden. Little do either of them know how perilous their new home will be.

Note: Alright, here’s another medieval AU ft. King Steve. His darkness will build as we go and we’re gonna ride those vibes, thots. I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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Madeline was the fairest woman you’d ever seen. Her strawberry blonde waves flowed like water down her back and shoulders. Her jaw was etched by the gods themselves and her lips were soft to the eye and as you guessed, the touch. Her eyes were like gems and her figure was graceful and lithe. Her voice was a melody and her laugh like the pluck of a string. 

How could she not be perfect? Porcelain and precious. She was a princess. The eldest of Eddor.

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Taboo

Step-brother! Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Theme(s): Lemon/Smut, request-filled

Warning(s): Step-sibling incest, sexual content; dubious-consent, spanking,

Note: Media or the characters involved do not belong to me; I only own the story. Plagiarism will not be tolerated.

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Artichokes

Summary: A peek into the beginning of Bag of Tricks

Pairing: Chaotic Dumbass!Reader/ Exasperated! Bucky

A/N:  ~2k words. Written for @sunmoonandbucky​‘s challenge! So sorry it’s late! Congrats on your milestone, you deserve it and so much more! ✨ My prompt was “Even artichokes have hearts” 

Warnings: Canon-level violence, cursing. StupiT stuff.

“Hey.” It’s not a greeting.

The flight is still long, at least another two hours until the destination is reached. Behind his seat, you poke with your foot, other leg stretched over Natasha’s knee as she dozes off.

“What.” It’s not a question.

Fifteen minutes since the last time you opened your mouth and Bucky knew he wouldn’t make the half-hour mark; it was too good to be true.

“If you were an animal, what would you be?”

“Don’t like animals.”

A huff as you glare out the window and into the clouds, cross that he’s decided to be cross first.

“Okay. If you had a kid, boy or girl?”

“Don’t like kids.”

Natasha chuckles, eyes still closed, hand gently rubbing your knee in consolation because sometimes Bucky just gets this way, and he often gets this way in prolonged flights or car rides—when he’s showcasing his most winning personality trait: patience. Ha-ha.

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