Camryn Wells wasn't trying to rebuild her life so much as outrun the version of it that nearly destroyed her. After a year and a half off the grid, nursing wounds no one could see and some that still ached like hell, she's back in Pittsburgh. Sort of. She's here for Gwen, the woman who adopted her, who's now fading into early-onset dementia. She's on night shift, working trauma at PTMC, trying to remember the nurse she used to be-and to convince her small army of overprotective siblings that she's fine now. That she's not the broken girl they saw in that hospital bed in Boston. Camryn is sunshine incarnate: bright-eyed, too kind, stubbornly hopeful, and despite everything, still believes in second chances. What she didn't plan on? Her new next-door neighbor just happens to be the gruff, quiet, unflinchingly calm ED attending who runs her shift with surgical precision... and dry quips that cut sharper than a scalpel. Dr. Jack Abbot doesn't do distractions. Not from interns. Not from administration. And definitely not from the impossibly cheerful nurse who crash-landed into his backyard and, somehow, into his life. Guarded, fiercely competent, and more at ease in chaos than comfort, Jack prefers solitude-until Camryn. With her pastel mugs, man-hating cat, and maddening habit of calling him out with a smile, she worms her way into every corner of his neatly boxed-off world. She's not what he expected. And he's exactly what she wasn't ready for. But on the night shift, where everything broken comes through the door eventually, maybe they'll both learn healing doesn't always look like what you thought.

An ER shift is never sunshine and rainbows-but today feels like a descent straight into chaos. Follow Dr. Tara Javadi as she battles through the madness, finding moments of comfort and connection in the unlikeliest places. "You're like one of those flowers that grows through concrete," he says. Tara scoffs. "Did you just call me a weed?" "No-the pretty yellow kind." "Oh. A dandelion?" [The Pitt Fanfiction] Dr. Tara Javadi x Dr. Jack Abbott

[to be continued with the release of The Pitt season 2] Two doctors. One emergency room. A rivalry forged in pressure and precision begins to fracture when a mass casualty event leaves one of them wounded-and the other unable to walk away. In a world of war stories and white coats, some battles are personal. [The Pitt Fanfiction] Dr. Aidan Solanki x Dr. Jack Abbott

IN WHICH fourteen-year-old Beatriz Ramirez has spent her entire life under the care of her twenty-nine-year-old sister. Her sister always had her struggles, but Beatriz never imagined things would go so far as a courtroom. Still, it seemed like everything would be okay-after all-her sister had a great lawyer. But when her sister vanishes the night after the trial, Beatriz is left scared, and desperate for answers. With nowhere else to turn, she runs to the one person who might know something: the lawyer who helped her sister walk free. child oc x father figure Matt daredevil s1

❝Don't get your panties in a bunch, Captain Patriotic,❞ she rolls her eyes at him, walking over to the cage, ❝I'll be in and out of the toothbrush bristles you call your hair in just a moment.❞ Special Agent, Sierra Keller, gets assigned to the ARGUS division by homeland security. But more specifically to Task Force X, aka Suicide Squad. He was almost a brain-dead soldier till she came along. She was an emotionless workaholic till he gave her that spark. But she's poison to his heart, and he's chaos to her thoughts. [Completed] [Sequel: Know Better] Cover by: -reyskywalker

[UNDER HEAVY EDITING] "That's what heroes do right?" Elara says, sitting down slowly next to Rick who has his head in his hands, "They make sacrifices and put others before themselves?" She asks, Rick looks at her for a moment with a soft smile. "Yeah, Elara. That's what heroes do" || #10 Rick Flag || Rated Mature; you have been warned ||

Once a luminous axis in the outer systems-spoken of in tones usually reserved for miracles-Elydra is now erased with bureaucratic indifference, as if entire civilizations can be papered over by omission. Its constellations have been renamed. Its soil ground to carbon beneath the crawl of imperial machines. Its myths sold back to the galaxy in the form of sterilized exhibits curated by historians who never walked among the breathing temples or listened to the skyroots whisper their ancestor names. The Empire called it justice. Progress. Efficiency. Brother Day, cloned god-emperor of recursion and ritual, wears divinity like a costume passed down too many times. Sculpted in logic, crowned by inertia, he ordered the erasure of a civilization as if reformatting a file. But even precision fails when the data fights back. Elira-its one and only rightful heir-was meant to die with it. A child of the sacred bloodline, born into rites older than the Empire itself, her lineage etched in the sacred spiral script known only to the astronomer-priests and neurospirit-weavers. Her name was carved into orrery stones beside celestial predictions no longer believed. Her soul was intended to be a cipher through which the stars might remember themselves. Now chosen-offered, bartered, condemned-into political union with the executioner of her lineage, Elira maps the anatomy of revenge. Her existence is a blasphemy in the house of the Empire's gods, and she intends to profane every altar. All original characters and story elements belonging to the Foundation TV series remain the intellectual property of their rightful creators. This work is an original extension of that universe for transformative purposes. All additional characters, worldbuilding, and narrative designs contained herein are creations of my own‼️

Hotch agreed to not fight Strauss when she added an eighth agent to the team. He did not agree to like said agent. For SSA Victoria "Tor" Beauregard, having everyone like her is the key to her survival. If they like her, they won't look closely enough to see the shadow looming over her past. So, whatever it takes to get her grumpy boss to like her, she will do it. Even if it means staying late every night to help him with his paperwork. This story is completed at 65 chapters (plus the author's note) with 1 bonus chapter!

❝ it seems that i have underestimated you, princess. ❞ ❝ that was your first mistake. coming here unarmed will be your last. ❞ ┃princess, prisoner, mercenary, advisor, soldier, commander, commoner ┃ GAME OF THRONES SEASONS 1-8 The Stag and the Snow (1) **ENDING REWRITE IN PROGRESS** tws: violence; sexual violence; description of gore; description of family loss and grief; sexual situations; graphic description of child loss; mentions of suicide; violent language. **** UNDER CONSTRUCTION ****

"Vesper. Vesper. Vess..." he said her name like a prayer, like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. 🦁 Jaime Lannister didn't mean to fall in love with Vesper Tully. He'd told known he was always destined for greatness because his sister, Cersei always reinserted that idea into his mind. He'd listen to her every word, her every command, he'd follow it blindly. Vesper Tully was born as the second daughter to Lord Hoster Tully, she was overlooked by both her father and her father's bannermen. She wasn't the firstborn daughter and calm like Catelyn or the youngest daughter and innocent like Lysa. She knew she'd be forgotten... 🐟 Jaime Lannister x OC