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Will should have known from the moment he’d suggested they sign a prenup and Hannibal had said, don’t be perverse.
There was that joke, wasn’t there, that went something like, marriage is a death sentence. No—marriage is a life sentence. Just before signing his name on the marriage certificate, he had had a flash of panic—or a flash of sound fucking thinking for once—that told him very clearly, don’t. He didn’t listen, and here he was.- Language:
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22 Mar 2026
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Dennis Whitaker has recently graduated medical school and started his first year of residency in the ER. What was meant to be a regular shift in the ER, has turned into one of the most awkward days in his entire life. He was assigned to mentor two medicinal students, one of them – James Ogilvie. His ex boyfriend.
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"There is no town called Lettenhove," Ciri said.
"It's small," Jaskier said.
"If it's big enough to have a viscount, I would have learned about it in my political studies. I was engaged to the prince of Redania for a few months; I was instructed on every noble family in the land. There is no Viscount de Lettenhove."
Yennefer and Geralt's expressions shifted, the mirth dropping.
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Whitaker is feeling lonely, and wants someone to sleep with him.
Although he keeps getting looks from one of the med students.
It was nothing at first. He was another annoying guy—like, gosh, was he annoying…but charming in a way that reminds him of that same arrogance that only comes from ignorance.
He will learn. Dennis, just had to teach him.
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you were wrong for what you did to me (but I was sick for kinda likin' it) by lexlocked
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
17 Feb 2026
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Whitaker avoided Abbot's wide-eyed stare, clearly wishing the floor would swallow him up with it.
--Or...what if it wasn’t Santos that found Whitaker in that abandoned room.
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14 Jan 2026