A debutante from Norfolk who had her whole life laid out for her in a step-by-step guide. A farm boy from Lancaster who paid his way through Franklin and Marshall College by painting high tension towers. To an outsider, Dick Winters and Georgia Fenley couldn't be any more different. After all, they would never have even met if it wasn't for the Airborne. Well, that and a meddling intelligence officer with a penchant for Vat 69. From Toccoa to Zell am See, these two worked to protect Easy Company, the 506th PIR, and each other. Despite all odds and differences, Dick Winters found the love of his life and Georgia Fenley found a man who restored her faith.

"𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞." Best ranked #1 in Dunkirk #1 in JackLowden DISCLAIMER: English is not my first language. I apologise for the grammar mistakes you may encounter, the weirdly built sentences and the repetitive vocabulary maybe. I try my best, and hope it won't spoil your reading experience. Thank you for your indulgence 😊

Killian Jones/Detective Rogers x OFC "One Muse, alone in the world, is a tragic fate indeed." ON PAUSE UNTIL 2025 ~•~•~•~ Hyperion Heights. Seattle's tourism board loved to label it the city's most up and coming neighborhood. With the assistance of Victoria Belfrey, it was being changed from a little hideaway to the best place to live and work. They liked to herald her as the greatest thing to happen to Seattle since the Space Needle. But Melody only knew one thing. Victoria Belfrey had cost her a job, and was soon to take another from her. Resigning herself to spending tearful nights on the Sound between waitressing and street performing, she grapples with the grief that fuels her epic poems and drove her to Hyperion Heights five years previous. With the arrival of fellow writer Henry Mills, however, Melody begins to ask questions. She begins to question if Victoria Belfrey really is untouchable. She questions if the lyre and ship and pan flute drawings in her journal are just from her own imagination. And more than anything, she begins to question if the trail of dead in her wake are really dead at all. ~•~•~•~ Story alternates between flashbacks and present day Hyperion Heights. Includes depictions of events from before, during, and after the series canon Warnings: depictions and mentions of trauma and violent loss of loved ones ~•~•~•~ Start Date: March 12, 2021 End Date: -- Camp NaNoWriMo April 2021 Camp NaNoWriMo July 2021

COMPLETE! Book one in the 'A Face in the Crowd' trilogy, a LOTR fanfic. In the final days of the War of the Ring, meet Keren, a healer of Minas Tirith. She has never seen the sea, or the forests, or met a hobbit, or an elf. Her humble life means the man she loves - Faramir, the son of the steward - is far from her reach. But new friends, surprisingly hobbit-and-elf-like, will be brought to her, and they will change her life forever. As the white tree blossoms anew, will she at last leave her city of stone? Comments and reviews are very welcome. Books two and three are also complete but being edited before being published on here :) Soon! *Cover image is a detail from artwork that is the property of netickque

Collaboration with @silmarilz1701 Svetlana knew how to play the game. She'd been caught in the political drama of Stalin's inner circle since birth. The only child of one of Stalin's closest friends, she grew up in the limelight, scrutinized by friend and foe. With the outbreak of the war, Sveta found a taste of freedom with the snipers. For Zhanna, her place in the military was the only thing she could be proud of, giving her a tie to the place she called home. With the grace of others looming over her head, Zhanna had only one chance to be more than the blood inside her veins and the prayer on her lips. But then the Nazis invaded the Motherland. Tasked with reaching the Allies by her father, Sveta once more found herself a political pawn. But she wouldn't go alone. Friend and comrade Zhanna joined her in their flight from Russia. But with the Eastern Front crumbling, the girls found themselves at the mercy of America for a way home. And that way home meant learning to jump with the Airborne. They were already soldiers. How hard could that be? For Zhanna, she may be able to embrace the company of those around her. But for Sveta, the daughter of a man who represented everything the Allies worked against in the Bolshevik Revolution, it may be too difficult. * * * * Title Inspiration: "Death to the German invaders! Long live our glorious Motherland, her liberty and her independence! Under the banner of Lenin, forward to victory!" - J. Stalin, Speech at the Red Army Parade, November 7, 1941 Cover by @swedeandspicy

At 26, a cold and composed officer of the Women's Auxiliary Corps, Lieutenant Edith Sink is in control of her life. Within the parameters she has set, everything makes sense. Until the day Captain Richard Winters walks into her office. Winters/OC/Nixon