𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴? 𝘚𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐. In the beginning days of the world, there was a witch who bound her soul to the man she loved, vowing they would remain one in life and in death. When he passed, so did she-and the spell lived on, weaving itself into new lovers across the ages. Life after life, one could not exist without the other. Until the spell fell upon the wrong hands. Two witches, bound together, dared to stand against the Mikaelsons. But when Elijah raised his hand to strike, the witch saw through him-saw the longing he buried beneath his nobility. Love. With her dying breath, she twisted her magic into a curse, condemning him to a thousand years of emptiness. His soulmate would not be born until long after he should have turned to dust. Yet Elijah endured. He learned to live without love, to bury his heart in honor and in blood. His mark burned, but he carried it like penance. And then-exactly a millennium later-Scarlett Gilbert was born. The middle child, loved by many, brought into the supernatural world by her older sister Elena. She assumed her sister being a doppelgänger and being infatuated by 2 vampires wouldn't affect her directly... ..Until the night she was delivered to Elijah Mikaelson. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘦. #1 in #danielgillies 3/22/26

you are sick, and you're married- and you might be dying... but you're holding me like water in your hands. in which intern sera osman-robinavitch is uncomfortably falling for her senior resident, in the same hospital her father is the attending at, while she's in for her first ever ed shift, on what seems to be the worst day ever. (not cheating trope, i pinky promise)

Eyrina was a girl of her own, orphan at a young age and growing besides the sullys side with no one else to take her in, kiri was her bestfriend and neteyam her big brother but lo'ak was her love the one she wanted to let in her heart but those thoughts changed fast after moving too an island far from the forest where she was raised Ao'nung was a sweet boy, before he started hanging with the wrong people, his bestfriend rotxo and loving sister tsireya grew up along side with him, the day the forest people came he grew fond on the beautiful girl who stood along side another boy who was giving goggly eyes to his sister, he had to know who she was. -charaters are aged up -does contain smut -also lowkey really sad - mentions of: drugs, mature scens, mature language, self harm, death(quite alot of death) - this story follows somewhat the normal story line of avatar but not really -I DO NOT OWN ALL THESE CHARATERS THE RIGHTFULL OWNER IS JAMES CAMERON (aka the best person in the world love you bu) THE ONLY CHARATERS I OWN IS eyrina kauri random children and iz'ak #1 IN SADSHIT(out of 315 story's) 19/04/23 - #1 IN NAVI(out of 2k story's) 23/04/23 - 27/4/23 (27/4/23 #2)

⋆｡°✩°｡⋆ One year ago, Sophia and Jack crossed a line they were never supposed to cross-after Robby's birthday night out, what started as tension and stolen glances turned into a single, unexpected moment that neither of them ever truly talked about again. No labels, no closure, just silence layered over something that never fully left either of them. Since then, they've learned how to exist around each other in the ER-careful, controlled, buried under professionalism. Jack stayed distant, convinced it was the safer choice. Sophia told herself it didn't mean more than it did. But both of them kept remembering it anyway. Now, with Sophia transferring to night shift, everything shifts. The walls between them start to crack in the long hours of shared trauma cases, quiet break room conversations, and moments where their hands brush too long or their eyes linger too openly. Night shift strips everything down-no distractions, no escape-just them, the chaos of the ER, and feelings they never dealt with properly. What was once buried starts resurfacing. Tension turns into closeness. Silence turns into almost-confessions. And every shift becomes harder to survive without acknowledging what that night really was-and what it still might become. Because in the end, it was never just one night. ⋆｡°✩°｡⋆ Jack Abbott x fem OC

Have you ever thought about working a 15 hour shift with Dr. Michael Robinavich? Or the thought of what Dr. Jack Abbot tastes like? Well if so, you've come to the right place. ThePitt X Reader {Oneshots} jumps around to different romantic scenarios with your favorite characters from The Pitt! Hi everyone! If you don't know me by now, my name is Dylan! Please read the "Start Here" page, as it will walk you through what characters I write about, what genre I write in, and any topics that may be triggering to some people! I hope you all enjoy 🫶🏻 ⚠️Please Note: This content is for mature audiences, viewer discretion is advised. I don't claim the rights to any of these characters, and I apologize for my limited medical knowledge :)⚠️

Dr Abbot didn't think his life would change so much when a woman in a wedding gown appeared at the ED during a night shift: with blistered feet and heartbroken eyes. dr abbot x oc lowercase intended

Elena Reyes is the kind of nurse who holds everything together-steady hands, sharp instincts, and a strength she doesn't always show. Dr. Jack Abbot is the one people rely on when things fall apart-calm under pressure, controlled, and used to keeping his distance. They were never supposed to be more than colleagues. But one night changes everything.

𝓣HE PITT ── FANFICTION ⋆˙⟡ ( jack abbot x fem!oc ) ( BATTLE-SCARS ℘ SCALPELS SERIES ) ━━ ZHALAI KHAN, a revered surgeon in her home country, moved to the U.S in 2021 to keep her brother safe. But, in this strange country that has eyes that linger on her too long with suspicion and hatred, her qualifications aren't recognised. Demoted to the role of an ED nurse during the height of the COVID pandemic, she works long, gruelling shifts that leave her exhausted and emotionally spent as she tries to care for Haroon-her teenage brother who understands far too much at his young age of sixteen. All the while, the man she spends more time avoiding than conversing with; the man she knows only by the shape of his eyes and the way they crinkle softly at the corners when he smiles beneath the masks they wear; the man that makes her hands shake more than they ever did in the O.R; gently (and sneakily) makes his heart her home. & ━━ JACK ABBOT, a U.S army veteran (now emergency physician attending at PTMC), goes through the motions. One day after the other. Dealing with the phantom pain of the leg he left behind in Afghanistan and the very real pain in the place of his heart where his deceased wife used to smile, when Zhalai Khan walks into his E.D he finds both aches begin to alleviate. Because what kind of E.R tech works a 24-hour shift, assists in trauma cases so efficiently it's like she knows what he needs before even he himself does, and carries grief on her shoulders like it's the only real thing she knows how to feel? ( What kind of E.R tech looks at him and makes him immediately believe he's suffering from heart palpitations as a result of a tachycardia episode? ) He doesn't know. ( But he finds out quickly that he'd very much like to. )

It was easy to let darkness creep in when working the night shift. Dr. Kate Monroe found that out pretty quickly. She also learned that despite the darkness, there's always light, no matter how dim. The Emergency Department at PTMC was no walk in the park by any means, but a certain doctor helped to make each day better. What Kate didn't know is she helped him find his way back to the light as well.

! 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 & 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 | 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐌 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ! 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐭, 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐑. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 - 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐠