I was six years old when the Empire took me. They didn't ask for my name. They gave me one. Asset Six. Every year, the number changed. Asset Seven. Asset Eight. Asset Nine. Asset Ten. Asset Eleven. Asset Twelve. That is who I am now. Asset Twelve. A number. A project. Something they kept behind locked doors and bright lights, waiting for the moment they decided I was useful. Not a person. Definitely not a kid. And maybe that would have been my whole life, numbers and orders and cold rooms and people who never looked me in the eye, if the mission had not gone wrong. It was not even my fault. (Which is impressive, honestly. They usually blame me before anything even happens) One moment I was where they put me. The next, I was not. Someone else got to me first. Someone who did not care about numbers or orders or what the Empire wanted. Someone who saw me as cargo, not a weapon. I was kidnapped. Then sold. Then sold again. Niktos this time. They did not bother learning my number. They did not care enough. And just when I thought that was it, that this was the part where my story ended quietly in some back room on some forgotten planet until the lights went out for good... A Mandalorian walked in.

When Dr. Daniella Vale leaves behind the sun-soaked life she once shared with her unfaithful husband, she trades California warmth for Pittsburgh steel. Determined, brilliant, and newly free, she steps into The Pitt-one of the busiest trauma centers in the country-with a single promise to herself: never shrink again. What she doesn't expect is him. Dr. Jack Abbot is a legend in trauma surgery-cold, relentless, impossible to impress, and infamous for keeping the world at arm's length. Fellows fear him. Nurses respect him. Residents avoid him. But when Daniella arrives with sharp skill and a quiet fire in her eyes, the man who has forgotten how to feel finds himself... noticing. She's sunshine with edges. He's winter with a heartbeat. Thrown together in a world where every second matters, Daniella becomes the only person capable of softening Jack's defenses-and the one woman he knows he shouldn't want. She's younger, freshly healed, and far too bright for a man who's convinced his heart is past saving. But in The Pitt, where life and death collide, even steel can bend. And sometimes, the coldest hearts warm first.

Fanfiction about 'Grantchester' with smut, fluff, angst and set after the 3rd series (so watch it if you don't want any spoiler). Most of it is about Sidney Chambers and OFC / [Y/N].

It wasn't only Jacaerys who was born on that bitterly cold dawn. Just minutes later, the little she-dragon let out a roar, and all of the Red Keep knew that Visenya Velaryon had come into the world. FemaleMC x Aemond Targaryen Hello everyone, how are you? I'd like to let you all know that, first, English is not my first language. I'm translating the chapters of my fanfic, which is originally written in Portuguese, so grammatical and agreement errors may occur. If that happens, please feel free to let me know in the comments.

"I bend the knee to you sister... I swear fealty to you; before your family, before your people, before the seven kingdoms." "Why?" Rhaenyra dreaded his words, dreaded the sight of him. Baptised in the red of her guard's blood. "Give her to me." Aemond breathed. "I want Laenora." In which Laenora Velaryon finds herself betrothed to her Uncle Aemond by a dead king's word, all the while Prince Aegon chases her tail. *** Aemond Targaryen x Fem OC (with hints of Aegon Targaryen) All rights reserved 2023-2024. I do not own any characters in this story with the exception of Laenora Velaryon. I do not own any storylines except for those of which revolving around Laenora. Permission needed for translations.

After enduring a loveless marriage for many years, the Rogue Prince was believed to be incapable of fathering a child with his Bronze Bitch. However, a miraculous event shatters this notion with the birth of Vhaela Targaryen. Raised in the confines of Runestone, she remains oblivious to her father's existence until her mother's sudden demise thrusts her into a fateful encounter. Little do they know; this reunion sets off a dangerous series of events as a formidable player enters the scene for the impending dance of the dragons. "The flames of desire rekindle in the embers of love." - Anthony T. Hincks (aemond targaryen x oc targaryen) © 2023 | ItsMeSyd Cover by Selyxe

When Visenya Velaryon was born paler than the winter snows barely six moons after the wedding of Rhaenyra and Laenor, the whispers started there. Bastard. No matter how hard Rhaenyra tried to claim she was Laenor's daughter, her resemblance to Daemon and her pale skin proved her lies. The lies and whispers tormented her throughout her life. Then one night on Driftmark in an attempt to protect her half brothers, the life she tried making for herself all came crashing down thanks to the uncle that hated her more than anything; at least that's what she was made to believe. Cover by @-quinlans

When Princess Alysanna Velaryon is sent to Winterfell to secure an alliance between the crown and the North, she leaves behind the politics of King's Landing-and the legacy of fire and blood-for the cold silence of snow and stone. Married to Lord Cregan Stark, Alysanna builds a new life among strangers, raising children in the shadow of duty, even as war stirs in the South. But peace is fragile. When old loyalties call her back to King's Landing to defend her brother Lucerys's claim to Driftmark, Alysanna finds herself torn between two worlds: the dragonblood of her birth and the wolves she has come to love. Amid betrayals, forbidden love, and the scars of war, she must confront the truth of her lineage-and the cost of the choices she's made. As the tides of war and family tear at her from every side, Alysanna's journey becomes one of survival, sacrifice, and identity. Can a dragon truly belong in the North? Or is she destined to burn for the life she tried to build? The Dragon in the North is an epic tale of love and loss, honor and betrayal, set against the backdrop of a realm poised on the edge of ruin. At its heart is a woman caught between two men, two worlds, and the legacy of a name too heavy to bear.

Visenya Targaryen knew many things to be true. She was Harwin Strong's daughter. She was a Targaryen Princess regardless. And she was not going to marry for love. With a war looming, Rhaenyra Targaryen must do everything in her power to strengthen her line and her claim. She must have the support of as many prominent houses as possible, including the North. And everyone knows that with House Stark the North will follow. And Lord Cregan Stark only wants one thing. Rhaenyra's daughter.