Dr. Grace Mercy has never struggled with focus. Not through early graduation, not in med school, not while training as a military officer. Discipline built her. Routine defined her. There was always a next step. Until now. Back in PittsBurgh for her sister's first year of college, Grace is trying to relearn something she was never trained for-being a civilian. Normal life feels unfamiliar, too quiet, too unstructured. So when a position opens at a trauma center in Pittsburgh, she takes it. Not to run, but to adjust. To find a rhythm that comes with orders. She expects long hours, chaos, and control. What she doesn't expect... is someone who understands her without explanation. Someone just as sharp, maybe just as guarded-and somehow, the one thing that pulls her off balance. For the first time, Dr. Grace Mercy isn't sure if losing focus is a weakness... or the start of something she never planned for... let's hope they welcome the new Attending with open arms.

In the time before the Petrova Line dramatically altered his life, Ryland Grace was just a 7th-grade science teacher who lived alone. His life is centered around work and work only because he has nothing else to center it around. When he is able to get a job working at a college as a substitute math teacher, he encounters a college senior named Rose with whom he instantly connects--for better or for worse.

They met by chance in a crowded bar. She was Dr. Isla Torres, a brilliant NASA physicist with a sharp mind and sharper instincts. He was Ryland Grace, an awkward but beloved middle school science teacher with a habit of turning every conversation into a lecture on something wonderfully nerdy. One ridiculous shirt. One impulsive question. One night that turned into forever. They fell in love quickly-messily, intensely, completely. Ryland loved the way Isla could match his science with ease and then challenge him just to watch him think. Isla loved the way Ryland made her laugh like she wasn't carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. They married. Built a life together. Years of quiet mornings, shared jokes, late-night arguments about Pluto, and a love so steady it felt like gravity itself. And then- Dr. Ryland Grace and Dr. Isla Torres Grace wake up. Not in their bed. Not in their home. But aboard a spaceship drifting in deep space. Head pounding. Memory fractured. No idea how they got there. Ryland looks at the controls he doesn't remember learning. Isla stares at the stars she doesn't remember agreeing to leave Earth for. And between them, a terrifying truth begins to form: They didn't just wake up in space. They were sent there. Together.

When Grace wakes up on the Hail Mary, he tries everything he can to wake the only surviving crewmate from her coma. Nothing works until he meets Rocky. Grace and Finch find themselves on the Hail Mary without their memories, but with one common goal: save the stars. Neither of them expect to find a home in Rocky, nor for their bond with him to bring them closer. As they learn more about themselves, their mission, and how they lost their memories, they quickly realize that neither of them are equipped to deal with the growing comfort they find in each other. Rocky decides he's done watching them dance around it and takes matters into his own very exasperated hands. A Project Hail Mary fanfiction that takes place after Grace meets Rocky. This story is mostly canon compliant with a few minor deviations explained through flashbacks on Earth.

Ryland Grace doesn't remember his past. Lyra Novak doesn't remember Ryland Grace. Both of those things are a problem. Because somehow, humanity surviving becomes the easier part. Or: two touch-starved scientists with memory loss accidentally speedrun emotional intimacy aboard a spaceship without even noticing.

Layarah Targaryen. She lived in the North for her own safety after her father and mother died and the end of her family reign. Her time in the North wasn't pleasant. Terrible of thing have happened to the girl which she tried to forget but she couldn't. She wasn't able to pick her clothes, the way her hair is styled or what she ate. She was tired of being controlled and not having anything to say all because she was a woman. But then she was married off to a Lannister. A snarky, golden Lion. Jaime Lannister. Layarah hated to Lannister's after everything the family had done to hers. Yet once she met and had gotten to know Jaime not the Kingslayer but Jaime Lannister she had quickly fallen in love with the Lord. When the Days grew the more she realized she needed to make a change in the world. She was going to regain her throne back. And become the Natural Queen she was destined to be. So she needed to be careful with how she played the Game of Thrones knowing every steps can be the cause of her death. "I'm afraid." Jaime spoke. Layarah furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Jaime looked at her facial expression and sighed. He wanted her to understand that the Jaime who she was married to was gone, he wasn't that man anymore. The man who she fought for when he was gone, the man who she craved, the man who she loved. He was gone. "Afraid of what?" Layarah asked softly. She placed her palm on Jaime's cheek caressing it. Jaime looked down to the ground embarrassed. He wanted to please her and so much more but he just couldn't. "You'd realize you loved me more with my hand." Layarah stared blankly at her husband. She never could stop loving him even if she tried. He was the love of her life, even if she didn't realize it yet. Layarah let out a laugh. Jaime stared at her blankly, he didn't know what was so funny. EDITING Season 1-8

Two kids. One from a family of blood traitors, the other from a family of blood supremacist. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Vinnie Weasley had lived her life not knowing who her real parents is. Not knowing who she truly belong to, Whom she's got her traits and features from. But one this was certain for her. She belong to him. Him - Draco Malfoy

In which (Y/n) Weasley, the twin sister of Ron Weasley, falls for her family's enemy. (draco malfoy x weasley!reader) you will be described as having red hair. if you don't like, don't read. lolz highest rankings: 1- dracomalfoy 1- dracolovestory 1- ronweasley 1- hogwarts 1- hufflepuff 1- weasley 1- fredweasley 1- hogwarts 2- slytherin 1- dracoxreader |prisoner of azkaban- deathly hallows| (all rights to j.k. rowling for her characters and plot.)

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy takes a step into the future to find himself greeted by his beautiful wife and children. Updates every Saturday!

A Tangled-esque retelling incorporating a female OC x Cregan Stark. Oc is NOT a self-insert. At 2 , Aelora Velaryon was beloved by all. Including those outside of her own family. The heir to be, a beautiful Velaryon with long, flowing golden hair, she was the light of the court, Rhaenyra's little flower. She had to be, given that Rhaenyra nearly died while pregnant. It was that which made her a prime target for the plot for a rise in rank. A rash, silly thing. A dare more than anything. And yet, Aelora Velaryon finds herself stolen from her cradle on horseback going North with no one but a strange man to provide comfort. Aelora knows nothing of the life she is supposed to have lived. She knows only of her father keeping her safe in her tower and those lights. The lights she has begged to see every nameday since she could remember. Yet her father has kept her in that tower through fear of the unknown, forcing Aelora to see them only from afar. Until one day, that changes. When a lordling from a Northern house is chased into her tower by a group of wildings. Suddenly, that dream doesn't seem so far away. Perhaps Aelora will get everything she ever wanted after all.