hai lox!! can we pretty please have a cutesy lil spoiler as to what your new wip is about :)
Why yes of course!!
I present: Monasticwhit (Jack Abbot/Dennis Whitaker/Andrew "Pope" Cody) <3 here's the reining title + tags and whatnot:
Title:
Archive Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationship Tags: Jack Abbot/Dennis Whitaker, Jack Abbot/Andrew “Pope” Cody, Andrew “Pope” Cody/Dennis Whitaker
General Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Crossover, Trans Male Dennis Whitaker, Codependency, Incest,
Summary:
Notes:
Abbot and Pope? Call that a monastery, baby. I’m naming this ship monasticwhit, welcome to my evil ass ex-wincestie codependent brothers brainworms. I hope you enjoy your stay.
Being clear, I’m writing Jack Abbot (The Pitt) and Andrew “Pope” Cody (Animal Kingdom) as biological brothers, and I’m also making them be in love with each other. This is incest, and this is also your only warning.
Yeah baby I'm makin' those brothers kiss!! The basic plot is that Dennis is discovered on the 8th floor by Abbot, and Abbot moves him in. However, Abbot lives with his brother, Andrew (Pope). Things get weird when Dennis sort of realizes Abbot and Andrew have something more than brotherly going on, and unintentionally gets into the middle.
Here's a snippet (going to put a readmore):
Dennis was going to throw up. Absolutely, it was happening right now, he was going to vomit everywhere.
“Kid?” Dr. Abbot’s voice sounded concerned, and that made it so much worse. Dennis choked on a sob. He was going to vomit everywhere, and then die from a shame-induced heart attack, and that’s a super gross way to die. Maybe he could leap out of the window, and then no one would be able to identify his remains. Way better than dying stinky as fuck covered in his own expulsed throw up.
Hot tears spilled from Dennis’ eyes, wetting his hands. He inhaled a shaky sound, pressing hard against the wall, and silence stretched for a moment, ignoring his snivelling.
“Whitaker, I’m not- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Dennis tried to gather himself. He wasn’t doing very well, his eggs all broken in his basket, but he managed to speak up. “Dr. Abbot, I swear I’ll be out of here by tomorrow,” his throat grew tight, and he squeezed away the tears in his eyes, inhaling a stuttered breath. “I’ll figure something out, I just- just let me have one more night, please.”
A beat passed. Dennis lowered his hands, wiping them on his scrub top, and swallowed thickly. “Dr. Abbot?” he bleated.
He heard Abbot inhale, and then exhale. “Kid, you know this wing is abandoned because of black mold, right?”
Dennis bit the inside of his cheek. “Yeah,” he replied weakly.
Dr. Abbot sighed again. “I can’t in good conscience let you stay here, Whitaker. It’s not good for your health.”
Dennis wiped his face with the heel of his palm. Before he could speak, Abbot continued.
“Would you please come out from behind there? I’m not mad at you, I swear.”
I hope you keep an eye out for it when it posts! Just got to 22k :)) Ty for the ask!
