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The Courage In Silence Speaks Of Love by Menatiera, Tsuminoaru
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
11 Oct 2018
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"Steve was used to weird things. He was used to mundane things too. What he wasn’t used to, however, was waking up at the crack of dawn to find an unconscious man in his backyard, clearly the reason behind the alarms being triggered."
Life isn't particularly exciting for an expelled Summer Knight in the human world, years after his mortal love died of old age. So he's a little surprised when his old world comes knocking on his door in the form of a wounded, masked and voiceless fey.
Turns out, the new visitor has a past, too, and when it catches up with them, the Summer Knight's life is going to get interesting again.
Unfortunately, among the Sidhe, interesting almost always means dangerous. To them, and to those who they want to protect as well.
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Edit: Artwork added to the first chapter, check it out!!! <3
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After a decade of war that shattered the kingdoms of Tordenfell and Ixcalla, an uneasy peace has been brokered—but at a steep cost. Kareem Marigold, a bastard prince of Ixcalla and a celebrated war hero, finds himself reduced to a bargaining chip. Sent as a political bride to secure the fragile truce, he prepares to kneel before King Donal Atrahris, famed for his violent temper, knowing that his life will never be his own again. But just as the ceremony is set to begin, an unexpected guest interrupts, shifting the tides of fate. Whether it brings salvation or disaster, Kareem can only hold his breath and wait.
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ABC's (Arpeggios, Books, Coffee) of Love by SailorFish
Fandoms: Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Original Work
23 Oct 2020
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Eurydike knew immediately which one the god-born was. Him and his swagger weren’t hard to miss. He was sitting at the furthest table on the terrace - the one closest to the sea - and he was dressed in a black bomber jacket and sunglasses. The breeze played through his dark curls; his eyes were hidden under sunglasses, but were no doubt some brilliant colour like all the god-born. He had his legs stretched out and his feet propped up on a battered guitar case. Silhouetted against the waves, it made for a handsome picture.
Eurydike scoffed. It was late spring. It wasn’t cold enough to need a jacket and it wasn’t bright enough to need sunglasses.
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Just a modern retelling of an old story.