"Thank you Darling. I don't know what I'd do without you.""You won't be chosen, got it?" Ima McCoy never wanted to go into the arena, but when a little girl gets reaped she can't stop herself. Especialy after the death of her little sister Louella. With her bestfriend Haymitch as mentor her journey to the Capitol starts. This contains spoilers of sunrise on the reaping TW: alcohol, death, blood This is my first time posting a fanfic so it might not be that good. Also english is not my first language #1 sotr February 2026 #1 haymitchabernathy April 2026

Travelling by oneself is challenging, even more so as an outlaw. No one knows this better than Keya, a wandering nobody with a dangerous secret. That's why she, along with thousands of other refugees, aims to head over to the safest city in the Earth Kingdom: Ba Sing Se. However, her path to safety is diverged when she comes across a moody stranger with 'trouble' written all over him. Follow as love blossoms in the dark times of war. Set in book 2 & 3 of Avatar: The Last Airbender. (TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of violence, war, trauma responses, and the like.)

IN WHICH... -The justice league formed on the promise that as one unit, they would be able to conquer anything that poses a threat to the people of earth. They joined to uphold truth and justice throughout the planet, and to give people hope in their darkest hour. But now, they truly set out to do the impossible, even with their plethora of abilities, experience and skills... they must convince a teenage girl to listen to authority. ↳ OR... - There's three facts in life. One, Kamila Carter was born there a hero. Two, Astra is fated to be remembered as one of the greatest heroes of earth. And three, Kamila Carter and Wally West were soulmates long before they were ever best friends. And even if these three facts weren't sown into the fabric of the universe, Kamila Carter was determined to prove they are true. ⚡︎ Fem! Oc X Wally West I own nothing except of the manyy OCs in the show and certain plot points. Any art graphics and even the cover are all made by me and I will not entertain scammers. ‼️Rated mature for sensitive topics, graphic depictions of gore, language, Explicit Content, Sexual Innuendoes/ content, and drug abuse. Warning will NOT be provided before chapters, but viewer discretion is advised‼️ Started : 8/14/2023 Season 1 : in progress Season 2 : ... Season 3 : ... Season 4 : ... Edited : ... Completed : ... 🥇 young justice 🥇 jla

Ser Arthur Dayne, the legendary Sword of the Morning, is known across the Seven Kingdoms as the very image of chivalry - a knight sworn to honor, duty, and the white cloak of the Kingsguard. Loyal to his king and closest friend to Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, Arthur lives by the vows that bind him: to serve, to protect, and to love no woman. Princess Saera Targaryen, the eldest daughter of King Aerys II and Queen Rhaella, is everything the court whispers about - beautiful, kind, and gentle, with silver-gold hair and violet eyes like amethysts. Yet behind the smiles and royal grace lies a young woman shaped by loss, loneliness, and years spent far from home. From the moment Arthur is assigned as the young princess's sworn protector, an unexpected bond forms between them. What begins as quiet glances and shy smiles grows into something deeper through years of secret letters, stolen moments, and feelings neither of them should have. But in the dangerous court of the Red Keep, love is not a luxury either of them can afford. For Arthur is bound by his sacred vows... And Saera is a dragon princess whose life will never truly belong to her. As political tensions rise and fate begins to stir in the realm, their hearts will be tested between duty and desire - and some vows may prove harder to keep than others. Ser Arthur Dayne x Princess Saera Targaryen (OC) All characters belong to George R. R. Martin except for my original character.

Valinor was never meant to bleed. In the twilight of the Two Trees, before exile, before oath, before doom, there lived a daughter the songs forgot-Írissë Fëanárel, child of fire and quiet grace. Beloved by beasts, feared by darkness, and bound by a lineage older than the world, she saw what others refused to see. When Morgoth returned and the light began to die, it was not kings or Valar who stood first beneath the Trees-but a young woman with a blade, a broken heart, and a choice. From the betrayal of the burning ships to the grinding death of the Helcaraxë, from shattered families to oaths that curse generations, The Rose and the Fire retells the Silmarillion through love, loss, and the cost of standing alone. This is not a story of what was written. This is the story of what it cost.

When the Noldorin heir crossed paths with a shy Vanyarin maiden amid a lush forest, their lives were altered forever. Shortly after the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Maedhros has a disturbing dream that depicts himself and his beloved. After hoping that the dream is not a sign of fate, this leads to a reminiscence of their past and, unfortunately, reminds him of how much he yearns to see her again.

This is an Angbang/Silmarillion fanfic written by me and the incredible @SweetieDoggie. In which an irritable Melkor, a disaster-prone Mairon and an unfortunate Maedhros all end up in the same fortress, so naturally chaos ensues.

My name is Danafinwe Feaelenion Feanorian. Some call me Dana. Others call me Danafinwe. Very few call me Feanaro. Feanaro is my Father. Grandfather Finwe and only Grandfather Finwe may call me Feaelenion. After all, it was him who chose it. Feaelenion means spirit of the stars. Grandpapa Mahtan calls me Nityë. Meaning small female. To him I'm small. I'm not that tiny. I spend most of my days reading, writing and running after my 7 younger brothers. They are exhausting. So many to keep track of. Not to mention all the cousins I have on Father's half-sibling's side. So many. I have few opportunities to visit with my friends. Thank the Valar they are patient. Unlike Turca. Oh, and I am an active member of Grandfather's court. I handle what Father bowed out of when I became old enough to learn and take part. Not to mention all the duties as Father's Heir. It's a wonder I have time to eat, sleep and bathe. Did I mention I am older than all my Aunts and Uncles on my fathers side? _____ This is the long story of my life and its many, many missteps and graces. From the ripe age of 150 to the daring age of 10, 302. Read along as I make friends, enemies and lose my younger brothers...all 7. This series covers events taking place in the Silmarillion, Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. All characters and places are works from JRR Tolkien. I do not own them. I only own Danafinwé and any characters you don't recognize from Tolkien's works. Danafinwe Feaelenion Feanorian Books Book 1: Years of the Trees Book 2: First Age Book 3: Second Age Book 4: Third Age Book 5: Fourth Age Check out Athealas Aerin Argusion: Modern on Megan5897

"Mana ve hilyana i eleni?" He asked. What is it like to follow the stars? Born on the shores of Cuiviénen, Calindë, the eldest daughter of Lord Ingwë, has an extraordinary gift. She can glimpse the future. But even with her rare talents, Calindë, nor any other elf at Cuiviénen, has the power to protect the Quendi. With elves simply vanishing in the darkness of Arda, and the arrival of a mysterious Huntsman offering to bring them to the safety of a land he calls Aman, the fate of the Quendi is uncertain. Even if they make it safely to Aman, what then will be their fate? With so much uncertainty in the shadows of Middle Earth, Calindë cannot help but trust, and follow, the only light that has ever guided her way; The stars. Updates every Saturday. Rankings: #1 IN QUENYA CURRENTLY #7 IN SILMARILLION 5/31/18 #5 IN VALINOR 6/25/18 Awards: Best Cover Award- from The Tolkien Awards

'Elthríel listened with rapt attention as Finrod, laying on his back and staring at the clear sky above him, spoke about the beauty of the Trees of Valinor. He rarely spoke to her now, not that he had ever made a habit to talk with her, but this was the first time she had ever hear him talk about the days in Valinor, now seeming so long ago. She had never heard him speak of those days with anyone. 'Since the days held captive in the dungeons of Morgoth, any memory of the beauty and brightness of the days in Valinor seemed like a distant dream, half-forgotten. But when she heard Finrod speak of them, they seemed at once real and alive; she felt that she only had to stretch forth her hand and touch the leaves of Laurelin.' Fading Light follows, for the most part, the tale of The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien, so if you haven't read it yet, I would encourage you to do so. :D Hopefully you like this story! Beautiful cover is by @TheRegularRavenclaw