Huckleberry's era

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When they realize they have feelings for Dennis and then:

Robby: Jack:

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"Hi Den! Robby and I won't be back for dinner tonight; the paperwork here at the hospital seems to have multiplied, and we'll be at it for a while yet. We'll grab a bite to eat on the way home. Don't stay up waiting for us!"

Dennis—who had bought new clothes specifically for their anniversary dinner, which Robby and Jack had apparently forgotten about—reading the message while already dressed to go out:

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If I had a nickel for every time I was obsessed with a ship where one of the two had wavy, straw-blonde hair, was from the countryside, and was used to a quiet life before leaving home to start a new life, only to meet a traumatized, black-haired, bearded man who initially seemed to disbelieve in him, only to later prove himself to be his #1 supporter, well, I'd have 2 nickels.

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Trans!Rabbot and Hung!Dennis ok bye

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My favorite type of angst is Rabbot forgetting about Dennis: like, his birthday, their anniversary dinner, any date but they realize it only too late and when they get there the guy says “that’s fine” while looking at them like this:

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Robby when Trinity told him about Amy:

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Who is more likely to cheat?

Robby

Jack

Dennis

Voting ended onJul 10

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In my head, it's much easier to think that in Hucklerabbot, Jack is the one who hurts Dennis the most. Let me explain: Dennis knows Robby well, he sees him every day for hours and hours, he knows that the man has mood swings and can have a very sharp tongue, so when Robby gets angry with him, he simply shrugs and lets the words roll off his back, because he knows that's just how Robby is, that he'll apologize before the end of the day and that everything will be okay.

But with Jack, oh, Jack is different, because Dennis has always seen him as the nice one, the one who responds to Robby's insults and moods with sarcastic retorts, the one who winks at him from afar and always seems so... calm.

So when one day, for the first time, Dennis comes home with Robby and sleeps in their house, he doesn't expect Jack to be angry when he wakes up in the morning and sees him fresh from the night shift.

He comes up behind him, walking on tiptoe, before wrapping his arms around his body.

He almost screams when Jack whips around, pumping a fist in the air and looking at Dennis through tight lips.

He pulls back, taking two steps back and looking into the man's green eyes.

Jack's chest rises and falls rapidly before he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He lowers his fist, returning to heating up something to eat without deigning Dennis another glance.

“Why are you here?” he asks, sharp and mean; he's never heard him like that, with anyone, not with overly rude patients, not with Gloria.

“Uh—Robby asked me to spend the night here, and I—”

“Well, shit, I thought it was basic knowledge not to sneak up on a veteran like that, maybe I was wrong.” He almost throws the spoon into the sink, the sound of metal clattering against metal making Dennis shiver.

"Go back to bed. At least when I eat, I want to be left alone." He sits down at the table, starting to bite into his breakfast (dinner? Lunch?) before the plate even touches the table.

And Dennis stands there, like an idiot, because he knows how to behave with Robby, he's learned it by now, but Jack? He didn't expect to be treated like this, not by the man who always whispered to him how lucky they were to have found him and—

"Are you deaf or something?" he continues, his voice a little higher and hoarse.

With a squeak, Dennis turns, almost running toward the bedroom where Robby is still asleep, hiding under the covers and cuddling up to the other man like a child.

He sighs when he feels the other's arms around him, but his heart is pounding too fast for him to fall asleep; he's just happy they both have the day off.

Around lunchtime, when they've both woken up and Jack has caught up on his sleep, the silver-haired man walks into the living room yawning, sitting next to Dennis while the boy is busy reading a book.

"Hey," he whispers, putting an arm around his shoulders and kissing his cheek.

"Sorry about earlier, it was a shitty shift and I was tired. It won't happen again." He buries his nose in Dennis's curls, breathing slowly, and starts talking to Dennis again. His Jack is back.

He tries to ignore the strange feeling in his stomach, he just hopes Jack isn't lying.

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Missing these idiots

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Huckleabbot AU but it's "The Notebook"

"Don't you dare—" Dennis hissed, pushing the man as the first drops of the storm began to fall.

"Don't you dare make excuses, Jack Abbot, I fucking loved you, I loved you so much it hurt, and you—you abandoned me and married a woman."

He bit his lip so hard it bled, but he didn't care.

Because in front of him was the only man who had ever made his heart skip a beat, the same man who'd left behind a kiss and a promise to return only to never do so.

When Dennis saw the news in the paper of Navy Captain Jack Abbot's marriage to a woman whose name he'd never heard, he cried for hours in his room, clutching in his grief.

"I abandoned you?!" Jack asked, as a clap of thunder made Dennis jump.

“I've been writing to you for days, months! A letter a day for a whole year, and I've never received a reply!”

Jack screamed, the pouring rain soaking his hair and skin, his fists clenched in pain and anger.

“What?” Dennis asked, his words lost in the lightning and heavy raindrops.

“Are you trying to pretend I didn't do it?” Jack looked exasperated now, raising his arms before letting them fall to his sides.

“I never—” he felt his stomach tighten.

“I never got any letters.”

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Vampire! Dennis × Monster Hunters! Rabbot

TW: CHARACTER DEATH AND BLOOD

“Promise me,”

He rested his cold, pale cheek against the man's chest. His eyes, blood-red, stared into space, while he traced small circles above Jack's collarbone with a finger.

“If I ever lose control, if I ever try to hurt you,”

The vampire shifted his gaze to the man, his sharp, white teeth peeking out from his lips.

“You'll kill me, you won't think twice about driving a stake through my heart.” The boy's hand stopped, as did time around them.

Jack and Robby had been doing this job for years, traveling all over the country in search of those so-called blood-sucking monsters, killing more than they could count.

Of course, after thirty years of career, they hadn't expected to encounter a wounded and alone vampire in a castle, deciding to spare him for no apparent reason, and falling in love with him in the process.

And now there they were, in that large four-poster bed, Robby snoring softly beside them as the two whispered.

"Why are you asking me?" Jack asked, running his thumb over those red lips, leaning his head to kiss them, unable to suppress the urge.

"Because I know Robby, he would never hurt me, but you—" He rose on his elbows, moving even closer to the man.

"You love that man more than your own life, and even though I know you care about me, you would never let anything happen to him." He kissed Jack, his tongue caressing the man's.

"Do you promise me?" He asked, fluttering those long, perfect eyelashes, his blond curls falling softly over his forehead, and one hand slowly slipping under the covers, caressing Jack's inner thigh.

"Yes." He replied, his voice hoarse and his stomach heavy, hoping that nightmare would never come.

Sadly, God had never been good at listening to his prayers.

It happened only a few months later. A storm trapped them inside that gloomy castle; drifts and drifts of snow had piled up outside the gates, making it impossible for anyone to get out.

Dennis tried, at first, transforming into a small bat and emerging from one of the windows, trying to reach the nearest village to call for help, but the strong winds wouldn't allow him to get more than a mile from the fortress.

Fortunately, Jack and Robby were prudent, always keeping plenty of food supplies to survive situations like that.

Unfortunately, there was no other living soul for Dennis to drink blood from within those four walls.

It started slowly: he grew increasingly restless, angry, snapping at the slightest thing. He lingered longer and longer to sniff the two men, a thread of drool dripping from his lip.

And Jack prayed, silently, before God, that Dennis would hold on, that the sun would return to melt the snow and allow the vampire to find some animal to draw blood from.

But the sun never came.

And Jack had always been good at keeping his promises.

So, when one night, Dennis, delirious and hungry, his eyes even redder than usual, his canines even sharper, and his fingernails as sharp as razor blades, tried to grab Robby, shouting words neither man could understand, Jack moved before he could even think.

One second, he was beside his husband, trying to reason with Dennis.

The next, he was holding the boy's body in his arms, his hand gripping a wooden stake driven right into the center of the vampire's chest.

Blood gushed out, pitch black, soaking both men's clothes. Not a fly dared to make a noise in the castle.

Dennis coughed blood, wetting his lips and face. For a moment, his eyes turned blue. In his agony, he managed a smile.

"Thank you." He gurgled, his mouth full of black liquid, as his body began to come apart in Jack's hands.

In an instant, the body was gone. Only blood and gray ash remained where the boy had been.

Robby screamed, grabbing Jack by the shirt, shaking him and asking him why, telling him they could have talked some sense into him, telling him he'd never forgive him.

And as Robby spat venom at him and the blood on his clothes and hands began to dry, something occurred to Jack.

He'd forgotten to tell Dennis he loved him.

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This is my favorite one btw

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Dennis kissing Robby's wrinkles, Robby kissing Jack's freckles and Jack kissing Dennis's moles-

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Hucklerobby AU! But it's Detective Robby who's haunted by the ghost of Dennis Whitaker, a boy killed in the woods months earlier, who begs Robby to find the culprit so he can rest in peace.

And it would be so easy to do so, if Robby hadn't fallen in love with him.

He saw him in the winter.

He was there, on his kitchen table, nearly giving Robby a heart attack as he sat there, his legs dangling and his arms resting on the wood beneath him.

"You're Detective Robinavitch, right?" he asked as Robby grabbed the gun from the cabinet by the door, pointing it at the boy.

"Shit, I'm a police officer, this is going to cost you dearly, kid. Come on, get down, you're under arrest." His hands were shaking just a little, and his breath hitched when he heard the boy chuckle.

"Sure, and you'll go to your colleagues and tell them you arrested a man who's already dead." 

Robby stared at him, lowering the gun.

“You really don't remember me, Detective?”

He looked at his pale face, his blue eyes, the bags under them, and—

An image flashed through his mind: a boy dead in the woods, his face covered in bruises and a deep wound in his chest, his blue eyes staring unblinking at the sky.

The gun fell.

“What—you are, I—I am—” He took two steps back, walking away.

“And that's exactly why I'm here.” He hopped down, walking towards the man.

“You have to help me, Detective. I know they've already closed my case, lack of evidence, but I can't rest in peace if whoever hurt me isn't punished. I don't remember, it's all faded, but together—”

He touched his arm, and Robby felt a wave of cold hit him.

“We can solve this mystery.”

And who was Robby to refuse?

He took Dennis with him to the police station, speaking to him only when no one was around, so as not to risk anyone thinking he was crazy.

Dennis was always there: when he ate, when he worked, when he went out, and even when he slept, lying next to him because he said he was too cold.

One spring morning, Dennis pressed his lips, cold as ice and rough, to his, and Robby knew he would never be able to do without them again.

“When all this is over, when I'm at peace—” he told him one night, as they were cuddled in bed.

“I'll wait for you. We could spend eternity together.”

Robby smiled, bitter and not entirely sincere.

Because Dennis would go to heaven, a place the detective knew he didn't deserve.

Because he was evil, a liar, a traitor.

Because when he found evidence that pointed to a culprit, he eliminated it, ending any hope of making the killer pay.

And as he watched the knife he used to kill Dennis Whitaker, along with the still-bloodstained gloves, sink into a river far from home, he smiled.

Because Dennis would stay with him until the end of his days, remaining as beautiful as that October day when he had first seen him in the woods.

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And I can say I'm okay, but I'll never stop wondering what Robby was like before Covid, who was Jack's wife and what kind of relationship did they have, what was Trinity like before losing her friend, did Dennis have friends in Nebraska? What was Robby and Samira's relationship like before Adamson's death? I NEED ANSWERS.

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But like, imagine being Dennis Whitaker and in 10 months you go from being homeless, living in an abandoned hospital ward and eating whatever you can find, to being the sugar baby of the hospital's top doctor who decides to give you his ENTIRE (most likely) rich guy's house. Oh Dennis, you and your lucky ass.

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Jack is the kind of guy to casually have some really crazy piercings.

A new med student drenches him in piss (unfortunate bedpan accident) and he´s soaked to the bone.

Dana takes pity on him and sends Dennis to bring him towels and a change of clothes.

The young man clears his throat before he pushes aside the curtains, making sure to give the attending a warning before he enters.

"C´mon Whitaker, we don´t have all day" a raspy voice calls from within.

Dennis isn´t sure what to expect as he steps in. He´s heard whispers of- well, more like Trinity screaming at the top of her lungs after a few too many martinis, "-AND HE HAD HIS TITS OUT!!!!! THEY WERE HUGE!!"

He would be lying if he said a part of him wasn´t hoping to catch a glimpse. (or two)

What he didn´t expect is for the man to be bent over shirtless, undoing his shoes.

The younger man´s eyes travel over broad freckled shoulders, muscles rippling under light skin. His wide upper body tapers off into a slightly smaller waist before-

Wait.

Right above where bare skin meets the man´s scrub pants, Dennis´ eyes catch on something round and shiny.

Two somethings.

Doctor Jack Abbot, Veteran and well respected and feared attending, Dennis´ unrealistic workplace crush, has back dermals.

When Jack turns around, Dennis has already scurried off and left behind a pile of cloth on the floor.

The man grins.

Gotcha.

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He doesn't know that YET

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Telling my truth: I find Abbot attractive but not SH.