while neither of them would quite dare to say it out loud, makoto, kyoko and byakuya all care not just about you, but each other as well!
though they don't have the most normal friendship there is. they did become friends through abnormal circumstances, so nothing about them is fully normal. plus, they're all ultimates, who aren't what you'd consider ‘normal’ either
makoto is the most normal out of the bunch! he cares deeply about the other two, as well as you! he's absolutely in love with you and it's obvious to everyone!
kyoko is a bit distant at first. she struggles to show that she loves you, but she'll show her love for you through small acts
and byakuya– he's a bit of a prick, though not to you! he treats you like royalty and is mean to everyone else, while being an absolute sweetheart to you!
byakuya is also the most jealous out of the three! he hates that he has to share you, though he does ultimately tolerate makoto and kyoko! still, he wants to be your favorite and hates it when you're not paying enough attention to him!
kyoko can be a bit jealous too, but she struggles so much with expressing her emotions that you probably won't even realize it! she'll just grab your arm and stare at you, wanting you near her, while unable to communicate that
kyoko is incredibly touch starved, wanting to be affectionate with you, while also unsure how to do it!
makoto is the most affectionate out of the three! and he happily helps kyoko grow more comfortable with affection as well!
i got that dog in me. au with my ocs where Callon is a puppy hybrid, Alex is his owner, my other ocs make appearances as either your owner or another thing. Idk. I don’t take this au very seriously I just like putting my ocs into Situations. So this is just. Smut but with whimsy
also known as au where callon finally gets a fucking break. Like normally he’s killing people being traumatized be bisexual and lying. Now puppy yay :)
anyway here's all da links
Fics
[Fic] PuppyHybrid!Reader Foursome With Owner!Taleisin, Puppyboy!Callon, and Owner!Alex
[Fic] KittyHybrid!Reader x PuppyHybrid!Callon
[Mini Fic] Thunderstorms: PuppyHybrid!Callon X KittyHybrid!Reader
[Mini Fic] Owner!Reader X Owner!Alex X PuppyHybrid! Callon
[Mini Fic] Puppy Hybrid Christmas Angst
[Fic] Mommy/Daddy Kink with PuppyHybrid
[PuppyHybrid!Callon steals a weed brownie]
[Mini Fic] Giving the Puppyboy Catnip
[Fic] Silly Puppy Thinks He’s an Alpha
[Mini Fic] KittyHybrid! Reader in Heat with Rennyn
[Fic] Hybrid Daycare w/KittyHybrid!Reader
[Fic] Hybrid Daycare Part 2
[Fic] Hybrid Daycare Part 3
Asks
[Ask] Rennyn x MalePuppy!Reader (CW for Watersports/Chastity)
[Ask] Original Rennyn with Attack Dog Hybrid Reader
CW: petplay, AU where omegaverse exists solely in hybrids, Male omega puppyhybrid x fem reader, mommy/daddy kink, pegging, watching your partner breed your puppyboy, pegging your puppyboy fem chubby reader, mmf threesome, dom reader, femdom, degradation, size humiliation, hole inspection, threesome, slightly cucking your puppy, eating cum out of you, ruined orgasm, everyone is over 18 and consenting adults all that jazz
Puppy/Hybrid AU Masterlist
Saw the concept of ‘forever puppies’ on here applied to hybrids awhile back, and after my idea of combining hybrids with omegaverse…I had an idea.
Puppyboy hybrid who wants so badly to be a big, scary dog, to be an alpha, but is just…puppy. That’s all he’ll ever be. Born to be forever loved and doted on, not to be a predator.
Imagine…He wakes up in the middle of the night, crawling into your bed and wrapping his arms around you. At first, you don’t think much of it; it’s not uncommon for him to come sneak into yours and your boyfriend’s bed, startled by some random noise or car headlights from outside. However, you quickly learn that isn’t the case.
He isn’t scared. Instead, he starts to thrust his hips back and forth, rubbing his hard cock against your bare thigh. He speaks softly into your ear as wet precum drips onto your leg.
“Mommy?” He mumbles into your arm, lightly moaning with each word. “Mommy, wake up. Mommy, it’s happening?”
Your eyes slowly flutter open. “What is it?”
“My rut. I’m rutting, I think. I-I need to feel you.”
This again.
He’s not. Dogs get ruts. Puppies like him get heats. It didn’t matter if he was a boy, his biology had decided for him that he was meant to submit. Still, he was always trying to find an excuse for you to play with his cock.
“Mmhmm,” you hum sarcastically.
“No, really, I am!” His whispers grew louder, only until he remembers your boyfriend was sleeping right next to you. “You-You can feel it, right?”
You let out a sigh, and reach down to feel his cock. It wasn’t very big, certainly not as big as your partner’s. Still, if he could manage to control himself, he’d be able to please you.
“I feel it…” you trailed off. It was clear from your tone you were unconvinced.
“Please, please mommy, please let me put it in! I-I need to.” He whimpered as he continued to thrust against your soft skin.
“No, baby. Not right now. Here,” you motioned towards your chest. He quickly moved his head closer, resting on your breasts. “Just lay here and suck on mommy until you calm down.”
“No…” he whined. “I need-I need to-”
“You can do whatever you need to do in my hand.” You said firmly before grabbing his cock. “Just relax.”
He continued to whimper, but did as you said, placing his mouth on one of your nipples. He thrust back and forth, curled up as he fucked into your hand while sucking on your breast.
“There, good boy.” You leaned in and kissed the top of his forehead. “If you keep being good, I might suck it.”
His ears perked up, but he kept going, swapping to the other breast. It almost felt like his cock had grown just a little bigger in your hand. He started to lick faster, his thrusts growing even more erratic as his tongue sloppily moved around your nipple, barely able to stay focused. If you didn’t stop him, he’d cum.
You tightened your grip. “Ah-ah. Control yourself, puppy.”
“I’m sorry, mommy…” he slowed down, and you began to rub just the tip of his cock, evoking a moan from him that he failed to suppress. “Mommy…can I lick your pussy? Or just see it? Or even, even just smell it, I…”
“I don’t know. That’s a pretty big ask.” You couldn’t help but start to get wet, but of course, you wouldn’t tell him that. “I’m not sure if you’ve earned that yet. You really think you’re rutting?”
He nodded, “mmhmm, I-”
“Turn around and show mommy your hole.”
“No! No, I’m-I’m not in heat. I’m not a puppy, I-”
“Turn. Around.” You said sternly. If he wanted your pussy so bad, he’d need to prove it.
He looked to the side, nervous, then followed your order. He got on his hands on knees, spreading himself for you; you didn’t even need to ask for that. It was hard to see in the dark, but as you ran your fingers across his hole, wet with slick and already gaping, it was clear he was in heat. He needed cock.
“You look so ready,” you smiled, still teasing the outside of his hole as his cock dangled between his legs. “Mommy could slide right in.”
“I…” he bit his lip, suppressing a moan. Once you started to tease his hole, he came to his senses. Having a rut was just a fantasy, a pheromone-induced delusion of grandeur.
You slipped a finger inside with ease, speaking low as you leaned your head closer to him. “Do you want mommy’s cock?”
“…mmhmm.” It almost sounded like he was crying, admitting defeat. He knew he needed to be fucked, but his cock had been neglected for so long.
“Go get it.”
He quickly scampered off, going into your closet and grabbing your strap. He carried it in his mouth, looking up at you with wide eyes before letting go of it.
“Good boy,” you pet him once more as he leaned into your touch. You put it on, your strap dangling in front of his face. “Go on, get it wet.”
He nodded, opening his mouth and licking your cock all over, not hesitating to take it down his throat. You caressed his face before you started to move, gently fucking his throat. “That’s right. You love having a cock in your mouth. Don’t you?”
“Mm-mmhmm,” he barely managed to get out, his mouth full and face covered in spit.
“Good boy. Good puppy.” You praised him, his eyes lighting up at your words. “Do you want mommy to fuck you?”
“Mmhmm!” He was struggling to hold back. There was no doubt, you’d absolutely be waking your boyfriend up.
“Turn around, spread your legs,” you ordered, giving him a light tap on the face as you pulled your cock out of him.
He happily nodded his head, spit dripping from his lips as he turned around. You could hear your boyfriend stir, slowly starting to wake up, but…he probably wouldn’t mind.
You teased your puppy with the tip of your cock, his hole eager. “Now tell mommy what you want.”
“I want…” he was still catching his breath. “I want mommy’s cock in me.”
“Hmm,” you barely moved, pushing not even the entire tip inside. “I don’t know. I thought you said you were rutting.”
“I-I um, I was joking, I just…I wanted to be funny…”
“Mmhmm…” you said as you caressed his ass, still teasing him with your strap. “But you’re just a dumb little puppy, right? You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes!” He cried out, his ears twitching, his tail lifted high as it wagged back and forth. “I’m just…just a dumb puppy…please, fuck me!”
“Good boy,” you said as you rubbed his back. You slowly pushed inside, his hole taking your strap eagerly.
He whimpered and moaned as the strap bottomed out inside him. “That’s it,” you whispered. You established a slow, steady rhythm as you thrust in and out; making him savor every inch.
It didn’t take long until you heard someone else starting to moan. Beside you, your boyfriend had woken up; and thoroughly enjoyed what he saw. He watched you as if in admiration, stroking his fat cock as you fucked your puppy.
He smiled at you, and you smiled back, thrusting even faster. Your boyfriend moved closer, getting on his knees next to you and pulling you in for a kiss. You gripped your puppy’s ass tighter, keeping your balance as you felt your boyfriend’s tongue against your own.
“At this rate, he’ll wake the neighbors,” you joked between kisses.
“Let’s fix that,” said your boyfriend. He moved in front of your puppy, his hard cock dripping precum as it hovered in front of the puppy’s face, barely out of reach. You couldn’t see his reaction, but the way his voice hitched made it clear he was excited.
Your boyfriend pet his head, cupping the puppy’s face. “Hi, puppy,” he spoke in a low, soft tone
As soon as the puppy tried to respond, you thrust even harder. Fast, long strokes hit his prostate as he cried out in pleasure. “H-H-Hi…” he trailed off, panting.
“Having fun?”
He nodded his head, “yes…yes daddy,” he moaned. You had no plans on slowing down. “I-” He moaned again as you interrupted another thought, slamming into him.
“Looks like someone’s in heat, waking up in the middle of the night like this. Poor thing,” he cooed.
You grinned, “he told me he was ‘tutting’. You wouldn’t believe how he was begging for my pussy.”
“Oh, really?” Said your boyfriend, moving closer to the puppy’s face, letting out a quiet laugh. “Now, that just sounds silly, doesn’t it?”
You could barely make out what the puppy was trying to say, his answer nothing more than a collection of whimpers.
“You should see his eyes,” said your boyfriend. “The way they follow my cock. See, an alpha wouldn’t do that. Wouldn’t be so entranced by a big cock in front of them. Come on, puppy, open up.”
Your puppy did as he was told, opening his mouth further as your boyfriend thrust his cock down the puppy’s throat. “That’s it, atta boy.”
Your strokes pushed his mouth further and further down onto your boyfriend, yet the puppy didn’t struggle; his body was built for cock.
The puppy let out another muffled moan as he shivered, and soon enough he had cum onto the bedsheets; his cock didn’t even need to be touched.
You pulled out of him as your boyfriend lauded him with praise and pets, pulling out of his mouth shortly after. The puppy desperately tried to catch its breath. “…daddy, daddy please, please can I fuck mommy’s pussy?” He begged. “I’ve been good, I just really want to feel it…”
Your boyfriend laughed, “puppy, you just came.”
You pulled the strap out of him, reaching to touch his still twitching, softening cock. As soon as your hand wrapped around it, he shuddered, letting out a staggered moan.
“You don’t want to go back to bed after all that?” You asked as you teased his sensitive cock.
“No…not really…” the puppy shook his head. “I’m wide awake.”
“Of course you are,” your boyfriend chuckled, petting his hair once more. “Tell you what. If you can sit still and watch-”
“I can! I can!” He interrupted, tail rapidly wagging back and forth. “Please just let me fuck her!”
Your boyfriend let out a slightly annoyed sigh. “Open.”
The puppy did as he was told, tongue panting. Your boyfriend shoved his cock back inside. “There. Now you can’t interrupt.” He slowly moved back and forth, continuing to fuck the puppy’s mouth. “I’ll let you fuck mommy’s pussy if you’re able to sit and watch, and if you spend the rest of your heat in the cage.”
You let out a nervous laugh. “That’s a little overkill, don’t you think?”
Your boyfriend shrugged. “It’s not like he needs it. So long as he can be bred, he’ll be fine.” He looked back down at the puppy, still excitedly licking at his cock. “What do you think?” He asked as he pulled out.
The puppy caught his breath, still excited. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I can do it! I just wanna feel mommy so bad…” he whined.
“Alright, buddy, he patted his head. “Now go lay down. You can play with yourself, but no touching until one of us says so, okay?”
He happily nodded, moving next to you on the bed; he didn’t want to miss anything.
Your boyfriend moved his head between your legs, reaching down and slowly dragging his tongue across your wet, eager pussy. “You must’ve been waiting for awhile.”
You bit your lip, feeling his tongue wander around your wet pussy as it drew circles across your clit. “Maybe,” you teased.
He pulled away, pushing a finger inside you with ease. “You take care of him, I’ll take care of you.”
You nodded, already imagining his fat cock stretching you out. Out the corner of your eye, you could see your pathetic little puppy jerking himself to you. “Fuck, I want you inside me,” you moaned.
Your boyfriend pulled your legs close, resting his cock on your stomach. “Puppy, come here.”
The puppy moved towards him, looking down at your boyfriend’s cock in awe.
“See how big it is?”
“Mmhmm…” his mouth was watering from the sight.
“It’s a lot bigger than you’re, isn’t it ” He asked, grabbing the puppy’s cock.
The puppy didn’t seem at all bothered by his statement. “Mmhmm…”
“Good boy. Now just watch.” Your boyfriend pushed inside you, letting out a moan as he felt your warmth. It didn’t take long for you to feel him hit your gspot, his thick cock filling you up with ease. He kept your legs up, pushing you ever so slightly back to get even deeper.
The puppy desperately jerked himself off at the sight. “C-Can I cuddle while she’s getting fucked?”
“You go right ahead,” your boyfriend spoke for you. The puppy moved ever closer to you, resting his head on your chest. You pet the puppy’s head as you felt your boyfriend fuck you, the force of his thrusts shaking your body.
The puppy thrusted his leaking cock against your thigh, and you leaned down to kiss him. He eagerly returned your affection, his tongue against yours as you moaned into his mouth.
Your boyfriend’s pace quickened, and now you were the one struggling to stay quiet. As he continued, you felt yourself getting tighter, on the brink of orgasm. Your boyfriend thrust harder and harder, before eventually coming inside you, both of you moaning in sync.
Your head fell deeper into the pillow. You could’ve blissfully fallen back asleep right there, satisfied after being filled.
Your puppy on the other hand, was restless at this point.
Your boyfriend’s chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, unable to speak when the puppy eagerly scampered up to him. He said nothing, still breathing heavy, before grabbing the puppy by the hair and shoving his face between your legs.
The puppy didn’t complain, happily licking up your juices; and your boyfriend’s cum. A treat like this was special, and with how quickly he dragged his tongue across your cunt, it was clear he wasn’t letting the opportunity go to waste.
“There you go…come on, taste it,” said your boyfriend, his voice low.
The puppy’s tongue moved erratically, as if he was starved for your warmth. He dragged his tongue across your clit, still sensitive after you came. He lifted his head up, looking towards you with wide eyes. “Can…Can I go inside now?” He asked, his voice quivering.
You smiled, letting out a weak laugh. “Sure, puppy. Just don’t go too fast. Don’t want it to be over too soon, okay?”
He nodded, “I know, I know,” he said as he took your boyfriend’s place, stroking his cock as he looked over your pussy. Your boyfriend stood behind him, as if overseeing him.
He slowly pushed inside you, your warm, wet pussy enveloping him with ease. You watched as he shuddered, whimpering before he even started to move. “Oh, fuck…” he mumbled, his eyes wide, mouth hanging open as he felt your cunt around his cock.
“That’s it,” you praised him, watching as your boyfriend kissed his neck from behind, guiding his hips.
“Now pull out, back and forth,” your boyfriend hummed between kisses. “There you go.
The puppy moaned as he established a slow rhythm. His cock was nothing compared to your boyfriend, but the look on his face, flushed and drowning in pleasure, was quite a sight.
Your boyfriend let go of him, petting his head. The puppy moved faster, quickly getting excited. He couldn’t control himself, moving faster, and faster, and faster, moans growing louder. “Mommy, mommy you feel so good!” He cried out.
He bit his lip, trying to stifle more whimpers. By the look on his face, you knew he was close. You didn’t bother to stop him; he’d learn his lesson eventually.
“Oh no, oh no, no, no!” He whimpered, letting out another moan as he came deep inside you.
You weren’t that surprised, he could never control himself; but you couldn’t help but pity him.
“She tried to tell you,” said your boyfriend, unable to hide a quiet laugh.
The puppy pulled out, falling onto the bed, disappointed. His tail curled behind him, ears drooping. “I just got too excited again…”
“That’s okay, you’ll get it next time,” you smiled, your voice comforting him.
Your boyfriend laid back down, the two of you on each side of your puppy, all cuddling together.
“Can I stay here for the rest of the night? I’m tired,” the puppy yawned.
“Sure, buddy,” your boyfriend pet his head once more. “You’ve earned it.”
Thank u for reading!
I remembered halfway thru writing this usually I give my omega males vaginas but . I forgot. So if there’s anything with puppyboy involving mpreg I’ll prob just . Yeah he has a pussy now. Special dogboy magic idfk
Don’t think too hard abt this it was just me being horny. BUT I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! Yay :) I have another hybrid thing with kitty reader being a brat to another oc of mine (Rennyn) so that’ll be fun.
Lmk if u want more stuff like this tho!! I love threesomes a lot. Love having a dom and a sub. I’m like middle management
Summary: You’re a normal person with the unfortunate position of having him as your soulmate. You’ve never met the guy, but you’ve been hearing his inner thoughts most of your life, and he should absolutely be locked up.
There were a lot of ways to discover your soulmate in this world. Some people got matching marks. Others shared pain, memories, and dreams. You? You got an internal monologue. And he is deranged.
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'Firefist' Ace D. Portgas Extra
'Heavenly Demon' Donquixote Doflamingo: One, Two, Three Extra, Ep One & Two
'Hawk-Eyes' Dracule Mihawk : One, Two
Trebol: One, Two
Buggy the Clown: One, Two, Three
Rosinante Donquixote: One, Two Bad Ending
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Shakuyaku "Shakky"
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'Demon Child' Nico Robin
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'The Supersonic' Van Auger: One, Two
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'Kizaru' Borsalino: One, Two
'Dark King' Silvers Rayleigh: One, Two, Three, Four Five Extra
Edward ‘Whitebeard’ Newgate: One, Two AU Rescue, Ex
Shiryu of the Rain Epilogue
'Gold Emperor' Gild Tersoro: One, Two
'Sharpshooter' Benn Beckman: One Two Three Four Five
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'First Son of the sea' Jinbe for @physics-of-one-piece
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Charlotte Cracker
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Sengoku the Buddha
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Cavendish of the White Horse
'Champion of the Arena' Diamante for Guitar Anon
Vinsmoke siblings
X Drake for @ES0
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Bartolomeo the Cannibal for @emeraldbriarwritings
Spandam for @wontknowbetter
'Iron Man' Franky for @wontknowbetter & @whirlybirdjnr
'Soul King' Brooks for @whirlybirdjnr
Gecko Mora for @boowiththewind
'Rebellious' Dragon for @imactuallylosing it & thesmolestsage
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'Red-Leg' Zeff for ???
Lucky Roux for @theivorywriter
Yasopp for @kezibear
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Bogard for @ari-chan18
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Garling Figarland for @chocolina99
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“Trauma incoming!” Dana’s voice cut cleanly through the corridor as the doors swung open.
You were scanning a patient’s scan when the call came through. Instantly, you were moving, stepping out of the room just in time to see a gurney being rushed past, the team already in motion. Without hesitation, you fell in with them, Whitaker and Mel close behind as you took over.
“On my count—one, two, three.”
The patient was transferred onto the trauma bed in one coordinated movement. The room snapped into focus: monitors, gloves, clipped voices, the steady rhythm of emergency medicine taking over instinct. You leaned in immediately, scanning, assessing, working through the familiar sequence. Then, Whitaker cut away the patient’s hoodie. The scissors paused for half a beat.
Beneath the fabric, on a plain T-shirt, was a symbol you knew too well: grey and black, stark against the cotton.
The Punisher skull.
Something in your chest tightened before you could stop it. Just a flicker. Just enough. The patient noticed.
“The Punisher rocks,” he muttered, almost proud.
You blinked once. Once only. Then, your expression reset. Clinical, composed, already moving on as if nothing had happened.
“Airway and breathing are clear,” Santos reported smoothly.
“Dr King, C and D?” You prompted.
Mel stepped in, eyes flicking briefly over the patient before she answered, steady and precise.
“Circulation is good. No disability noted. Arms and legs are mobile.”
“Good,” you replied automatically.
But you saw it. Felt it, really. The way Mel’s gaze lingered for a fraction too long on the shirt. The way Whitaker noticed it too. The way the room, for just a moment, shifted.
“Hey,” Whitaker murmured quietly beside Mel, low enough not to carry. “You alright?”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I’m good.”
The team kept moving. The patient was stabilised and eventually sent off for CT, while hospital swallowing the tension whole as if it had never existed.
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“You have fans.”
You were stretched out on the on-call room bed, exhaustion finally catching up now that the chaos had quieted. Your phone was wedged between your shoulder and ear, your hand digging into a plastic bag of snacks; Frank’s doing. A careful selection of things he knew you liked, tucked together like he had planned it down to the last detail.
“I do, do I?” Frank’s voice came through, amused in that low, rough way of his: half laugh, half disbelief.
“You don’t sound pleased,” you teased, chewing slowly.
“Having fans was not my goal, sweetheart.”
You hummed softly, letting the silence stretch for a moment between you. The kind of silence that didn’t feel empty. Just…familiar.
Frank was home for a few days. That alone made everything feel a little lighter.
“I saw it on the news earlier,” you added. “Even the cops are backing it now.”
“They don’t even know what it means.”
His voice had dropped, rougher now. Controlled, but edged. You could picture him clearly. What he was doing, where his hands were, the way his jaw would be set. There was rustling on his end.
“What are you doing?” you asked.
“Cleaning my… stuff.” The pause said everything. Weapons. You didn’t need him to say it outright.
Frank had tried, at first, to keep that part of his life separate from you but you had shut that down early. You had chosen him fully, not selectively. He had never really known what to do with that kind of acceptance.
You shifted slightly, lying back again, voice softening. You talked about your shift. About how a certain patient had crossed the line with you claiming he wanted to see a real doctor instead of a nurse. Frank listened the way he always did like every detail mattered, even the ones you didn’t think did.
“You want me to come down there?” he asked eventually.
“No,” you said immediately, shaking your head even though he couldn’t see it. “I handled it.”
A pause. Then, quieter, “That’s my girl.”
You exhaled, almost smiling.
“So,” you began, shifting tone slightly, “I was thinking since the Punisher has become so—”
The door opened and Mel stood there. Your eyes found her and paused mid-sentence.
“—Sorry,” she said quickly, already backing out. “I didn’t know anyone was in here.”
Before you could respond, she was gone. You lowered the phone slowly.
“…Frank,” you said carefully.
“What was that?” his voice tightened immediately.
“Nothing. Just someone had walked in…”
You frowned slightly debating if you should go after Mel and wondered how much she had truly heard.
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Mel didn’t stop moving until she reached the nurse’s station. She grabbed a chart. Then, another. Anything to look busy. Anything to stop replaying what she had just walked into. Because technically, this time it wasn’t her fault. The last time, on the roof, hadn’t been either But still. How was she supposed to know her boss was dating the Punisher?
“Hey, Mel. You alright?”
Langdon’s voice pulled her out of it. He was already beside her, concern written across his face, hand hovering beside her arm far but still close.
“I’m good,” she said quickly. He didn’t look convinced.
“Alright,” he said after a beat. “Come with me.”
She hesitated but followed. He led her down the corridor and into the stairwell, quieter there, away from the noise.
“What’s going on?” he asked. “You’ve been off all day.”
“I—” She swallowed. “It’s nothing.”
“Yeah, I don’t believe that. His voice softened slightly but his eyes stayed on her.
That earned a faint smile from him. “Then, what is it?”
The silence stretched as her gaze fell on the space between them. Finally, she exhaled.
“Can you keep a secret?”
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Back at the nurses’ station, Javadi leaned casually against the counter.
“So,” she began, “I’m just saying… Mel and Langdon in the stairwell earlier? Very close.”
Santos looked up immediately. “Close how?”
“Close,” Javadi repeated, dragging it out. “Like… personal space not really existing anymore close.”
Whitaker didn’t even look up from his charting. “He has a wife and kids.”
Santos blinked. Javadi shrugged. “I’m just observing.”
Her gaze drifted across the room to you.
“Oh,” she added, interest sharpening. “Speaking of things I probably shouldn’t know…”
Santos groaned. “I can’t be involved in this right now. I have so much charting to do.”
But Javadi ignored her. “I heard something else.”
Whitaker sighed. “Of course you did.”
“This one’s about y/l/n,” she said, pointing subtly toward you, “And the Punisher.”
That got their attention. Santos straightened. “What?”
Whitaker paused entirely. Javadi lowered her voice like she was sharing classified information.
“I overheard Mel talking to Langdon. Something about it. I couldn’t hear everything but let’s just say… she knows something.”
Whitaker rubbed his face. “This is how rumours start.”
“I’m just repeating what I heard,” Javadi said innocently. Santos leaned in anyway. “What exactly did she say?”
“Why are you all standing around?” Dana’s voice cut through them, instantly. She stood at the edge of the station, arms crossed, expression already unimpressed.
“Do you have patients? Charts? Or, is gossip now part of patient care?”
Santos straightened so fast her pen nearly fell. “Yes—we were—”
“Working,” Whitaker finished quickly.
Javadi took an immediate step back like she had never been involved in anything at all. Dana’s gaze swept over them.
“Good. Because unless this improves patient outcomes, I suggest you all return to your jobs.”
Javadi slipped away, leaving Whitaker staring down at the chart in his hands like it might offer him an escape route. Santos, meanwhile, dropped back into her notes, dictation picking up again as if the entire conversation had never happened.
Dana paused beside Whitaker.
“So, Whitaker,” she asked lightly, “What’s the situation?”
He glanced up at her, clearly caught off guard. “Er… what situation?”
Her smile was almost pleasant. Almost.
“You know there’s nothing that happens in my ED that I don’t know about,” she said, almost sing-song, “And if there is… I will find out.”
She moved on, leaving him standing there a little stunned, like he’d just been subtly threatened. Santos let out a short snort beside him.
“We really need to talk to Mel and figure out what she knows.”
Whitaker shook his head immediately. “I’m staying out of it.”
“Yeah, right,” Santos muttered, though her attention had already drifted across the room, toward you. Her gaze lingered and she couldn’t help wondering, not for the first time, whether you were really involved with the Punisher.
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