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Of Shadows and Starlight | E. Peredhel by favblondie1
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Set in the world of Middle-earth, during the time of The Rings of Power, Melisane, the youngest sister of Finrod and Galadriel, unlike her sister's mind-reading abilities, possesses the divine gift of prophetic dreams, able to glimpse the future, past, and unseen realms. As a child, she was captivated by tales of dragons-creatures of wind, sky, and fire-and often dreamed of them, their power and grace haunting her thoughts. In the aftermath of the Elves' flight to Middle-earth, the loss of her brother Finrod, and Galadriel's departure to hunt Sauron, Melisane is left battling grief and feelings of abandonment. Despite her skill as a deadly commander and warrior, she struggles to find purpose, withdrawing from those who care for her as her dreams grow stronger. One fateful day, she stumbles upon a newly hatched, abandoned dragon-just as her dreams had foretold. Believing this moment signals a change in her destiny, Melisane takes the creature under her care. Concerned by her reclusive nature, Elrond, the Half-elven, and an old family friend, seeks her out and is shocked to find her raising the dragon. Agreeing to help her, he assumes she will eventually let it go, but their shared bond over the creature slowly rekindles their long-lost friendship-and something deeper. As shadows loom once again over Middle-earth, Melisane and Elrond must navigate the growing darkness, all while facing the uncertain futures that their hearts and dreams reveal. Will their newfound connection withstand the threats closing in, or will the starlight of their bond be consumed by the shadows? _ "You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands made fists beneath the pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams, cenedril af fae nín. Let me help you."
No God but You - A John Egan Fanfiction by bloodlikegrace
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©bloodlikegrace Cover credit goes to the amazing @adonysiac In the heart of World War II, amidst the chaos of battle and the sanctity of faith, an impossible love takes root. Major John "Bucky" Egan, a decorated American pilot with a devil-may-care charm, thrives in the skies where danger and adrenaline keep him alive. But beneath the bravado lies a man haunted by loss and longing, desperate for something real in a world that's falling apart. Margaret Eleanor Whitcomb, a devout nun raised in the quiet confines of a London convent, has dedicated her life to God and her duty as a nurse. Shy, compassionate, and bound by her vows, Margaret has never questioned her purpose-until war brings her to the frontlines, where she meets a man who makes her question everything she believes. When their worlds collide at Thorpe Abbotts, a U.S. airbase on English soil, they find themselves drawn together in defiance of everything that should keep them apart. Their love is a sin, a betrayal of their oaths and their faith, but it is also undeniable. For Margaret, it is a test of her devotion to God and her own heart. For Bucky, it is the one thing that gives him hope in a world consumed by destruction. As the war rages on, so does their forbidden love-a love that burns brighter than the bombs falling from the sky but threatens to destroy them both. Torn between duty and desire, faith and freedom, Margaret and Bucky must decide: Can love truly conquer all, or will the cost of their passion be too great to bear? No God but You is a powerful tale of love, sacrifice, and the courage to defy the boundaries set by faith, society, and war. Perfect for readers of historical romance and fans of forbidden love stories, this novel delves deep into the emotional turmoil of two souls finding salvation in each other during the darkest of times.
VIRTUE AND VANITY ──₊⊹ bridgerton by megificent
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you're worried of becoming just like your father I wanted to be someone you could look after my mean sense of humour to drown in your laughter I wanted to be someone who you could look after ────₊ ⊹──── bridgerton show 2-3 male!oc x fem!oc started 04/01/26 finished tbd kngofeverythng 2026
'𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆' | 𝘔𝘢𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 by cvntrarywp
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They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.
The Killing Moon, Steve Harrington by feliciahardys
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Stranger Things, Seasons One━Five Fate, up against your will. Steve Harrington x Fem!OC © 2021. feliciahardys.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄;   Billy Hargrove ˢᵀᴿᴬᴺᴳᴱᴿ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳˢ by vampirad3
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─── Después de estar en ese lugar por tres días trata de llevar su vida normal, claramente no logró esto. Y lo que sí llegó a cambiar su vida fue la llegada de Hargrove.
✔ Colors | Superman by staarsummoner
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[Concluída - Não revisada] Conheça a história de uma garota comum que se apaixonou por um herói. Às vezes a vida pode mostrar ter cores inesperadas. fem.OC x Clark Kent Cover by @witchmxons A versão interativa é publicada no FFOBS.
IN BLOODY ROBES - gale 'buck' cleven by wylan-van-eck
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The Eighth Air Force's 100th Bomb Group was better known as 'The Bloody 100th'. It was nicknamed as such due to the devastating number of casualties suffered in its first mission in 1943, after America joined Britain and her allies in defeating the Axis Powers. Cecilia Green had a rotation of nicknames that those around her loved to call her: Cecilia, Ceci, Blue, Nurse Green, Captain. To the Air Force, she was affectionately known as a 'Winged Angel'. However, it didn't matter what anyone would call her when they cried out in agony, shrapnel from flak cutting through their flesh, or blisters coating their skin. It was her job to prevent any of that from happening; to save the men's lives while their planes shuddered in the air. Gale 'Buck' Cleven x fem!oc #1 in mastersoftheair #1 in wwii
The Nightingale || John Egan by molihuajinghua
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And in the sight of love, where the hearts sincornize, the souls dance and the minds are at peace, war's events stretch the string, that pull them close, further and further away. Masters of the air John Egan x OC NOT EDITED YET
𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 ˢʰᵉˡᵇʸ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ by gracessecretshelby
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"𝐎𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬." ( oc x oc ) 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘 - the youngest Shelby sister was the only sibling that you could look at and say "no, she isn't related to those Shelby bastards." Although she shared the same brunette locks as her sister Ada and the same blue eyes as her brother Tommy, she did not share the same attitudes. Francesca was an anxious girl. And that only worsened when her brothers left for war. Her second eldest brother, Tommy, was a God in her eyes. She idolised him. Why? Nobody knew. But there was something about him. And for her.. Tommy loved her like she was his own daughter. They had a bond not even the strongest of men could destroy. They were cut from the same cloth. 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑, - Francesca finds that her closest and only friend, George, a boy who came from the richer side of Birmingham, had returned from the countryside. He was the type of boy all the girls would fawn over. Golden hair and blue eyes. Except, he didn't care for any of them. He cared for his best friend: Francesca Shelby. Or - Frances, as he called her. He was her only friend. Being older and, well, liked by most, he found it was his duty to look after her during such a hostile time. But they seemed to be blind to the fact that they were more than friends. In some way, they were more. They didn't know it but everybody else did.