but you have no ring? (blurb - michael robinavitch x f!reader)
summary: robby can't help but show you off to one of his patients when Perlah reveals that he's engaged.
pairings: romantic!michael robinavitch x reader
word count: 1k
technically a part of this universe but can fully be read as a standalone, no knowledge of that storyline necessary here :)
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cw: typical warnings that apply to the pitt (mention of a burn injury, hospital setting), fluff even though you aren't actually physically present for this interaction, reader has hair long enough to be clipped back in a nondescript way
!!!!!!contains spoilers for season 2 under the cut!!!!!!
i know we all felt something when Mrs. Kovalenko was asking robby whether he was married or not soooooo obviously i had to write this! also i will definitely be writing a longer fic based on season 2 once everything is released
Robby can’t wait for one o’clock to come.
You had been going on and on about the ‘curse of the last shift,’ something you had seen on a TV show you watched. You had also warned him that having his last day before leaving be the Fourth of July was a terrible idea, but when he didn’t budge you admitted defeat, then promised that you’d come by with lunch for him halfway through the shift. He just had to make it to one.
“Hey, Emma could use your help in six,” Dana says. “Nasty burn on the thigh.”
“On it, thanks,” He says. He overhears the woman in the room say ‘samovar’ as he walks over, pushing the door open to reveal the patient sitting on the bed, Emma at her side.
“I’m sorry, what’s a samovar?” Emma asks.
Robby pulls his glasses out of his pocket as he steps up to the computer.
“It is a big metal urn for coffee or tea,” He explains, putting his glasses on and tapping his badge against the sensor. “They can get super-duper hot, and I was never allowed to touch ours.”
He scrolls through the chart for a moment. “Hello, Mrs. Kovalenko, my name is Dr. Michael Robinavitch, everybody calls me Dr. Robby.”
“Robinavitch?” She asks. “Jewish?”
“You guessed it,” Robby says. “And I see that we are here today for a burn, why don’t we take a look?”
He grabs a blanket from the cart beside the computer, pulling his glasses off and turning around, setting it over her lap.
“Oh, not married?” Mrs. Kovalenko asks, his left hand on full display. The watch on his left wrist is the one that you bought for him, years ago, but she has no way of knowing that.
“No, I am not married,” He answers, giving it easily, his mind focused on the task at hand and not wanting to get into his relationship status with Emma in the room.
“You attend synagogue?” She questions, chuckling a bit.
Robby pulls a pair of gloves on as he answers. “Uh, not for awhile. I mean, High Holidays, mostly.”
He leaves the room feeling heavy, the conversation not going remotely in the direction he thought it would. Luckily, she’ll mostly recover from her burn, but Robby can’t help but wonder if she’ll ever fully recover from what she experienced. He sighs, stretching his neck out before grabbing his phone, sending you a text.
Hey, you awake yet?
You haven’t texted him ‘good morning’ yet, so he’s guessing probably not. He sighs, sliding it back into his pocket and moving on to his next patient.
He returns to her room about fifteen minutes later, just as Perlah’s finishing up with the nonstick dressing.
“Hello, how’s it going in here?” He asks, sanitizing his hands again. “Did I miss all the gross stuff?”
“Timed it perfectly,” Perlah says.
“Excellent,” Robby says, taking a seat on one of the stools. “My job is all about delegation and time management.”
Perlah hums. “Oh, not for much longer.”
Robby perks up a bit. “That is very true.”
“Why for not longer?” Yana asks, looking between the two of them.
“Because tomorrow I am leaving to go on sabbatical,” Robby answers, hands resting on his thighs.
Perlah leans closer to her. “He’s leaving us for three months to travel with his fiancée.”
“Ah, you have fiancée?” Yana asks, her face brightening. “But you have no ring?”
Robby smiles, reaching for the chain around his neck, pulling his engagement ring out of his scrub top. Yana leans forward, admiring it for a second.
“Very nice,” She says. “Where travelling?”
“Hopping around between a few states,” Robby says, honestly not even being able to recall the itinerary off the top of his head. “Then back home for a few weeks.”
“When’s the wedding?” Yana asks, extremely invested in this newfound development regarding his love life.
“November twenty-ninth,” He answers. “She’s always wanted a winter wedding, so, that’s what we’re doing.”
Yana makes a pleased sound, nodding as she holds a hand to her chest. “Oh, I bet she will be so beautiful.”
“She always is,” Perlah says. “Inside and out.”
Robby’s heart starts to race at the comment, warmth spreading over him. She doesn’t even say the comment to him, simply saying it to Yana without any hesitation. Robby knows that it’s because she truly thinks that about you, and that idea makes his thoughts blur for a moment.
“You have picture?” Yana asks, and Robby snaps back to focus, humming. Usually, he wouldn’t show patients photos of you and him, but she’s so lovely. And he knows that you would be telling him to pull one up if you were here, so he does.
The one he picks is from a few weeks ago.
You’re sitting criss-crossed on the nest chair in your living room, he’s across the room from you on the couch. You have a book in your lap, the top half of your hair clipped back, wearing an old sweatshirt and black leggings. The book is open, but you’re looking at him, thumbnail inbetween your teeth as you grin. He can still remember exactly what he said to elicit that response.
He has his camera on, already pointed at you when he realizes, eyes narrowing.
“I asked you where that sweatshirt was this morning,” He says. “You said it was in the wash.”
You glance up, already giggling, your beautiful smile on full display. Robby takes the photo before you can respond.
“Maybe you should’ve looked harder.”
He spins his phone around and Perlah cranes her neck, trying to see it too. Yana’s eyes go soft at the sight of you, a gasp falling from her lips.
“Very, very beautiful,” She insists. “That smile must light up every room.”
Perlah grins at the way Robby goes soft, looking at the photo for a second himself before nodding.
Hold on, ya’ll, I’m channeling my inner @elsa-fogen to make something for their blinded!au.
It’s captured my heart, so take this phone sketch (alas my tablet pen is woefully in a different city) as proof of my madness. I hope I’ve done your universe justice, because sight referencing an art-style as a perfectionist is secretly my fandom love language.
What do you call fan content of fan content? Double fan art? Fandom squared?
Will Alastor actually hold a grudge against Carmilla? Prolly not. He’s got bigger fish to fry, like adjusting to living in Hell while blind. Does he like making her uncomfortable during meetings nonetheless? Absolutely. Will Carmilla pretend not to care but also quietly make accommodations for him during said gatherings? Also yes.
For my fellow nerds, see under the cut for the references (and more links)!
The Alastor poses (his hair to be specific because hooo boy is that bob difficult to draw from memory) was referenced from this concept art, and the majority of the Carmilla references used were from an interlude of the Breakfast AU. Particularly this frame:
Some great resources I love using are these (1) two videos (2) that explain my preferred practice techniques. And this one (3) which gives a more visual representation of it (sight referencing).
A more casual alternative to learn from (because one can only sit watching lectures for so long) is this video (4), which looks into the stages of drawing from learning to draw reference.
I’m seriously lacking in the digital art resources department, however. So if anyone has anything fun to share, to share feel free to drop me the link! The process of studying art in general is just so intriguing to me as someone with an eidetic memory.
Plus, for my fellow law enthusiasts, see if you can spot all the Spanish Law references I threw in to this sentence. Double points if you can tell me the purpose of the real ones, and which are fabricated.
And it wouldn’t be my art if I didn’t throw in a joke about my own over-complication
“Business Jargon” is there for all the Hazbin Hotel writers that are forced to include adult sounding dialogue for the beginning or the end of an overlord meeting. I too pull fake quarterly stats and buzz words out of thin air.
