○°•☆○°•☆○°•☆○°•☆ I could hear him smiling through his words. "The doe is perceptive. It notices what others miss." "And you're the owl watching from the rafters, floating above it all?" "Observing," he corrected. "Owls don't interfere unless they must." ○°•☆○°•☆○°•☆○°•☆ ☆ Slowburn Langdon x OC ☆ 《As close to cannon as possible, with some slight alterations and additions》

Maeve Shaw does not remember why she agreed to work Fourth of July. It's a health care workers worst nightmare with all the fireworks and dumbassery, but it's also a bit of fun. Plus, Frank got called back to work early, and she can't exactly leave her best friend alone on his first day back to work after the whole Pittfest situation Surely nothing can go wrong though. Even if it's Robby's last day. Even if it's her first shift back with Frank now that they're sleeping together. Even if it's the Fourth of fucking July. [the pitt season 2] [frank langdon x fem!oc] [© plcnctscpace 2026]

Everything is starting to slip out of her fingers. In the next twelve hours, her sanity spirals out of control. THE PITT | SEASON 1-2 slowburn f.oc x f.langdon

fem!oc x dr frank langdon the pitt notes , warnings , etc : a very very slow steady burn. pre-s1, s1, s2, and goes on. long days, no rushing it. ps. begins w seperated frank, in the midst of divorce paperwork frank. he tries to hide it to appear put together but everyone knows. no infidelity here don't worry *cw: addiction to various substances, self sabotaging behaviours, all that stuff are pretty heavy themes in this story. not too graphic, but could be triggering esp for those in recovery. canon typical violence. additional content warnings for other sensitive topics will appear at the beginning of relevant chapters w/ details & suggestions on how to avoid those sections, if you believe there should be a cw where i haven't put one let me know & ill do that promptly <3

Charlotte Robinavitch has always noticed things - the slight tremor in a hand, the hesitation before a lie, the discrepancies no one else thinks to question. Awareness is both her gift and her burden. ADHD only sharpens it. As Michael Robinavitch's golden child, she followed him into medicine determined to carve her own legacy - not to live in his shadow, but to make a difference on her own terms. But when that same awareness leads her to catch a certain resident in the act, Charlotte finds herself trapped in a quiet, year-long war with herself. Because knowing is one thing. Deciding what to do about it is another.

you would break your back to make me break a smile. © vanishingstarrs

A nurse who knows when to step in-and when to stay quiet. A doctor who carries more guilt than he'll ever admit. In the space between professionalism and something dangerously close to need, they find comfort in routines, shared exhaustion, and moments that linger longer than they should. In a place where lives are constantly on the line, the hardest thing might be wanting something you were never supposed to touch.

Dr. Maya Sullivan is a smart woman. She knows when to step in and when to hold back. She knows how to read a situation before anyone says a word. She knows better than to expect things to stay the same once they have already shifted. So when Dr. Langdon walks back into the hospital, she doesn't ask questions. She doesn't ask where he has been or what has changed or whether any of it matters now. She already knows the answer. They work. They keep it professional. They say only what is necessary and nothing more. And somehow, it still feels the same. In the way they move around each other. In the way they don't have to think during a case. In the way everything falls into place too easily, like nothing ever broke between them. That is the problem. Because Maya remembers exactly where it did. She remembers the moment everything turned, the words that went too far, the kind that do not come back once they are said. She remembers how quickly something solid can fracture when you finally see what was there all along. He acts like it can be fixed. Like time and distance are enough to undo it. Maya knows better. Some things do not disappear. They settle. They wait. They stay just beneath the surface, quiet until something shifts and brings them back all at once. And in a place where pressure is constant and nothing stays contained for long, it does not take much. Just one look. One mistake. One step too close. For everything between them to break open again.