RabbotFest2026

art @helvyeah1 Welcome to Rabbotfest, a week of Jack/Robby dedication

[therabbotfest]

There is only one rule for Rabbotfest and that is that this is exclusively Michael Robby robinavitch/Jack abbot event. Other character can make appearances but the main ship should be rabbot.

The rest is just a guid line. You don’t have to do every single prompt, feel free to skip any that you don’t vibe with that’s okay!

Next is please try and post the correct prompt for the correct day! If you find out about this after the fact than yeah spam post to keep up that’s fine!

Next is tagging, you can @therabbotfest or just use the tag rabbotfest2026! So myself and others can see/like/reblog just interact in general.

Other tags such as rabbotfestday(insertnumberhere) is also a tag that I would like to see used. To help keep organized!

Most of the prompt from my perspective at least don’t scream nsfw but if any of them do feel free to skip the day, fade to black or ask me for an alternative prompt! I can pull from the runners up poll for you!

And remember, have fun! The event starts the second week of June, so the 7th till the 13th

The prompt list is as follows

Drunken confessions - Day 1

Touched starved -Day 2

You came/you called - Day 3

Stubbornly injured and protectively exhausted- Day 4

Soulmate au - Day 5

It's rotten work, not to me, not if it's you - Day 6

Unwanted attention = overprotectiveness - Day 7 https://archiveofourown.org/collections/TheRabbotfest/profile Ao3 collection link!

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Day 4 - Stubbornly injured and protectively exhausted

for @therabbotfest

Read it on ao3 (logged-in users only)

Title: i'm fine

Rating: Teen and Up

Warning: Choose not to Warn

Fandom: The Pitt

Relationships: Jack Abbot / Michael "Robby" Robinavitch

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

When Dana doesn't continue, Robby looks up at her, blinking, but then she is already speaking, her gaze turned towards the entrance of the ER, "Jesus fucking Christ, Abbot, what happened to you?"

Robby whirls around, already up and out of the chair, and rushing towards Jack, who has walked up to the charge nurse's station.

The first thing, both Dana and he must have seen, is the developing bruising on Jack's face with some additional swelling. It's not looking bad at this moment, but giving it a few days, Robby is sure, it's going to develop at the least into extensive purple bruising. It's however not the superficial injury that worries him because his mind immediately jumps to traumatic brain injuries, his heart starting to race as he reaches for Jack's face to further check for swelling.

Jack jerks back, pulling away, "I'm fine. It's nothing."

Words: 3.226

[smoky-solitude]

Uneven terrain is not Robby's forte.

A fic in which Jack takes Robby on a weekend camping trip, and things take a turn for the worst.

Huge shout out to @ghostalservice! I learned yesterday that the fic I was writing didn't fit the prompt at *all* and they came to my rescue with this idea. Thank you!!! My goal of fulfilling all seven prompts for rabbotfest lives on!

You can read You're ever welcome with me any time you'd like here! 2K words, Rated E.

For @therabbotfest Day 4: Stubbornly Injured/Protectively Exhausted

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Rabbotfest - Day 4: Stubbornly injured and protectively exhausted

Robby knows the second he walks into the ED that Jack’s leg is bothering him.

His gait is unbalanced, and his face screws nastily when he lands on his foot wrong. Everyone else has likely written it off as building irritation from the past twelve hours, but Robby knows better. Not ever Jack’s beaming face can hide it from him.

“Hey, Mikey,” Jack says when he spots him. “What’re you doing here?”

“Woke up unfortunately early for my day off. Decided to walk here, thought maybe we could get breakfast after you hand off.”

“That sounds great. Let me—“

“Oh, no,” Robby shakes his head. “We’re going home.”

“Wha—“ Jack throws his hands out, mock-offended. “You can’t tease me with a date, then say it’s not happening.”

“If you took proper care of your leg, this wouldn’t be an issue.”

Jack’s smile flattens into an unimpressed line. “We’ve been over this. I have to wear it at work. Crutches and the chair take up too much space for what we’re dealing with.”

“Sure, but you don’t just wear the leg to work—“

“Work outs are easier when—“

“And that’d be fine, but you’re already wearing it more than you should just by being on shift. Something's got to give. You can’t be on it for 14 hours a day, every day.” Robby snatches Jack’s bag from under the desk and digs around for his keys.

“It’s not that bad.”

“Hm.”

“It’s been worse.”

“Oh,” Robby laughs. He swings the key ring around one finger. “I’ll keep that excuse in mind the next time you’re worried about me.”

Jack huffs. “Let me do the hand off,” he grumbles.

His leg must be bothering him worse than Robby thought, because on their way to the parking lot, he hooks their elbows together and gives too much of his weight to Robby to hold for it to be strictly romantic. He doesn’t even refuse help getting into the passenger seat.

The desire to tell Jack to take the prosthetic off while they're in the truck itches at Robby's chest, but he keeps his mouth shut. Jack is being shockingly receptive to help, and the last thing Robby needs is for him to get defensive again.

He offers a hand to help Jack out of the car, but doesn't make a fuss when it's ignored, no matter how much he'd like to. "How do you feel about a bath?"

That perks him up a little. "With you?"

It'll be a tight fit, but Robby has had to squeeze into worse places. Better to be cuddled close with his husband than bumping shoulders with another doctor every five seconds while they rush around a new trauma. "Sure."

Immediately, Jack picks up the pace.

"Slow down," Robby calls after him.

Jack waves him off and manages to get up the stairs to their front door in record time. Robby grimaces at the extra pressure that must have put on his knee. "Come on. Open the door."

"You need to relax."

"I'm fine."

He's not fine. His residual limb is rubbed raw, with a large, ugly pink mark near his scar. "Christ, Jack."

"It's not a big deal."

"It looks like road rash."

"Well, it's not." Jack bites. “I don’t need you to baby me.”

“I’m not babying you—“

Jack leans from his spot on the closed toilet and starts up the bath water. The echo from the walls of their guest bathroom hides Robby’s sigh. He taps his fingers on the counter and excuses himself to get towels.

Robby buries his face in the soft cotton. He wants to be frustrated with Jack; he is, but he knows he shouldn’t be because he’s just as much of an ass when Jack’s the one with concerns.

On his way back to the bathroom, Robby’s eye catches a photo mounted on the wall. Framed in a handsome mahogany is Jack signing their marriage license. Robby is sitting at his side, smiling brighter than the sun, his name already stamped proudly on the paper. He traces his finger over Jack’s frozen figure; his precious curls had only just begun to grey at his temples, the stress of the past 45 years finally catching up with him.

When Robby returns to the bathroom, Jack is already sitting in the bath, looking lonely.

“Can I still join?”

Jack splashes the water in front of him. “I’m never gonna complain about having you in my lap.”

Once Robby is stripped and settled against Jack’s chest, he lets the rhythmic pattern of his husband’s breath calm him.

“I don’t ever mean to imply that you can’t handle yourself,” Robby says. “But I can see when you’re hurting, and I hate it.”

Jack kisses his temple. “I know, but I don’t know how to fix it. Not wearing it isn’t an option most of the time.”

“I get that,” Robby whispers. Jack adjusts under him, and the raw flesh under his knee lands on Robby’s thigh. He pets around it delicately. “But I’d still like to see you hurting less.”

Jack takes in a deep breath and latches his right arm across Robby’s chest, resting his hand above Robby’s tattoo. Robby takes the opportunity to bury his nose in the crook of Jack’s elbow, letting his cheeks be smushed by his muscles. He loves being close like this; he wishes they could do it more frequently and under more pleasant circumstances.

“I’ll talk to my doctor about getting a new one,” Jack offers. “This one’s going on four years, and I abuse the hell out of it.”

Robby’s soft chuckle vibrates through his bicep.

Jack continues, “Maybe one of those fancy cooling liners.”

“That’d be nice.”

“Being able to go out to breakfast would be nice.”

Robby tilts his head and presses a quick kiss to Jack’s chin. “Take a nap, and maybe I’ll treat you to lunch.”

Jack relaxes back against the porcelain. “Wake me up if I start to drown.”

“That’s not funny,” Robby says behind a laugh.

[therabbotfest]

Happy Day 4 of rabbotfest!! Today’s prompts is stubbornly injured and protectively exhausted!

[cbartonscoffee]

a motel in the middle of nowhere (1722 words) by bartonscoffee

Summary:

As he lays curled up wide awake, the streetlights outside the only thing illuminating his room, there's just one thing running through Robby's mind.

"And if it gets dark, you call me."

for @therabbotfest day 3 - you came/you called

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Day 3 - You came/you called

for @therabbotfest

Read it on ao3 (logged-in users only)

Title: of course, i'd come

Rating: Mature

Warning: Choose not to Warn

Fandom: The Pitt

Relationships: Jack Abbot / Michael "Robby" Robinavitch

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

So when he receives a call half an hour later, he answers it absentmindedly. It's not a shock to hear Robby's voice, he must have finished roughly on time, but what makes adrenaline wash through Jack, is Robby's tone. It's shaky, breathy, and tight, as if Robby is holding onto all emotions he is feeling and failing at it.

"Hey, Jack. Are you free? Could you maybe get me from Westbridge's ED?"

"Sure, are you alright, man?" Jack asks, adrenaline rushing through him, worry tightening in his stomach.

Words: 4.548

[professorlehnsherr-almashy]

Day three of the Rabbot fest @therabbotfest

With love from my conference xD

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Rabbotfest - Day 3: You came/You called

“Please leave a message at the tone.” Beep.

“Hey, Jack.” Robby coughs. He didn’t plan what he would say if he didn’t answer; didn’t even plan what he’d say if he did. “I, uh, I don’t know. I’m at… I don’t know. Some place in upstate New York.” He kicks at the ground. Loose dirt tumbles over the edge of the cliff. “Nice views. Mountains and whatever.”

He sighs. “I’m fucking exhausted. Don’t feel like you need to call me back or anything. Can’t guarantee I’ll answer. Anyway, um, bye.”

Robby ends the call with a groan and kneads the kink in his neck. Though he loathes to admit it, everyone was right; starting his ride after a long shift was a bad idea. His bike is parked outside a last-minute room he booked at some shoddy motel with an unsuspectingly good view. Though maybe this is what it’s like outside of a city. Without traffic and apartments to block the horizon, the world grows.

Robby crawls under the scratchy covers of the motel bed and lets the day catch up to him. Within seconds, he falls into a dreamless sleep.

He wakes hours later when the sun is high in the sky, streaming yellow beams into his room. His body aches from the lumpy mattress, and humid air is winning the fight against the crappy air conditioning. The thought of sitting on a leather seat that’s been baking in the sun all morning and riding in a thick jacket is wildly unappealing. Not even a full day in, and he’s already regretting this trip.

He gets dressed and heads outside. Next to his bike is a familiar black truck. Strange.

Muffled shouting breaks through the walls of the main building as Robby approaches to return his key. A deep frown etches itself on his face; that voice can’t belong to whom he thinks it does.

“Please! Please! Ma’am,” the voice says. “I’m not some creep, or a crazy person, but I really, really need to know. If you could please—“

“Sir,” the receptionist says calmly. “I’ve already told you; I can’t give out guest information.”

“You don’t have to tell me the room. Just tell me if he checked in here. I know that’s his bike outside—“

Robby is close enough now to see through the window; he’d know that stance anywhere. “Jack?”

Jack whips around just as Robby steps through the door. Quick as lightning, he latches his arms around Robby’s shoulders. “Fuck, Mike. Oh my God, you scared the shit out of me.”

“I— what’re you doing here?”

“You left me that fucking voicemail. I thought…” he shakes his head, and hides himself in Robby’s neck.

Robby tentatively wraps his arms around Jack’s middle. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the receptionist take the opportunity to leave. “You drove all this way because of a voicemail?”

“Was barely six hours,” Jack mutters. His lips brush against Robby’s skin.

Robby checks his watch. 10:30am. “You only got off work three hours ago?”

Jack takes a step back, but keeps a firm hand on the back of Robby’s neck to balance himself. “Shen said he was good on his own, so I left early.”

“Why?”

“I called you back, and you didn’t answer.” Jack’s chin wobbles.

“I was asleep,” Robby laughs shallowly. “It’d been a long day.”

“You said you wouldn’t answer.” The wrinkles around Jack’s eyes contort with the scrunch of his nose as he holds back tears. “I couldn’t risk it.”

“I just meant because I might be on the road.”

“Don’t,” Jack says sharply, “act like I’m overreacting. You know why I was scared.”

Robby’s shoulders slump. “You must be tired. I still have a room.”

Jack nods. “Then we’ll go home.”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

Robby considers the dread that filled him at the thought of riding further out this morning. “Yeah. Really.”

Jack nods, eyes locked on Robby’s like he’s looking for the rug that could be pulled from under him. When he decides to trust the answer he’s been given, he wraps an arm over Robby’s shoulders and leans his weight on him.

“Leg bothering you?”

“I’ve had a long day too.”

“Don’t doubt it.” He happily takes Jack’s bulk and guides him back toward the room. “How’d you find me?”

“I’ll always find you.”

A laugh breaks through him. “How romantic.”

“I have my moments.” For the first time all morning, Jack smiles. “And I hid an AirTag on your bike.”

Robby sucks in a breath and digs his fingers deeper into Jack’s waist. “I’m going to let that slide for now.”

“You should be grateful I did it.”

He is.

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Robby's having a really good evening.

He's most of the way into a bottle of Maker's Mark, and he's inspecting the pills in his medicine cabinet for, you know, reasons. Thankfully he's completely wasted and calls Jack for help. Jack answers, because he'll always always answer.

You can read I don't look like me no more, no more here! 2K words, rated T for drunken suicidal behavior. Brought to you by Robby's terrifying smile in S2E9.

For @therabbotfest Day 3: You Came/You Called.

[therabbotfest]

Another wonderful day of rabbotfest2026! Today’s prompt is you came? You called!

[gremlinkat1992]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Pitt (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jack Abbot/Michael “Robby” Robinavitch Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Touch-Starved Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, Jack Abbot Loves Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, Michael “Robby” Robinavitch Loves Jack Abbot, Feral Behavior, Jack Abbot is the Robby whisperer, Feral Cat Robby Series: Part 2 of Rabbotfest2026 Summary:

Robby is the equivalent of a feral cat. He both hated touch and wants it. He lets very few people touch him. Jack Abbot is the only one to know everything about Robby and able to tame Robby when he goes feral.

Day 2 - touch starved

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Abbot just can’t help himself

This is a 5+1 of five times Jack unapologetically publicly kissing the shit out of Robby, who's all blushy but pleased, and once where Robby returns the favor. Requested by @tvfangirladdict awhile ago! Hope you like it!

You can read I just want your extra time and your kiss here! 5.5K words. Rated T for drinking and horniness.

These two are a pair. Do not separate.

For @therabbotfest Day 2: Touch Starved

[therabbotfest]

Sorry for the delay but happy rabbotfest2026 day 2! Today’s prompt is touch starved!

I’ve seen a couple fics already can’t wait to read them. unfortunately it’s been really busy at work so I haven’t had the chance to read/reblog anything. But once im home I’ll get right on that lol.

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Rabbotfest - Day 1: Drunken Confession

It took years of pushing and pulling for their relationship to work. Years of Robby refusing therapy and pushing back against each one Jack set him up with; years of Jack’s nightmares, swat shifts, and reclusive behavior.

If you asked how they got together, they’d tell you it was years of work after jack’’s grief for his wife to settle in a place where he could fit it next to his love for Robby. Robby would smile and nod, avoiding eye contact with an easy shift, almost like it was practiced.

The truth was, he had been in love with Jack since med school. Their rooms across from each other in a corner of the dorm hidden behind a few hallways, coveted privacy easily available by chance. He had fallen for the red curls, crooked teeth he mourned when Jack wore braces for years to “correct” them. He had fallen for the confident and strong man who had never reciprocated the same feelings his best friend had.

Robby had smiled through the year of parties where Jack had a different girl on his lap each night. He had smiled sophomore year when he met Sadie and introduced her to Jack, subsequently starting the next 25 years of their marriage.

He smiled through years of holidays, get togethers, dinners, and just random nights they all needed each other’s presence. When he met Janie, her and Jake then became the most important people in his life for the next decade.

Janie who loved Sadie and respected Robby’s friendship with Jack and Robby’s need to drop everything to go help his brother. Janie who knew she was competing for Robby’s love with an oblivious man who looked at his wife like she hung the moon.

Janie who confronted Robby and, instead of coming out like he wanted, blew up at her instead. She told everyone she had accepted a new job overseas, and that she could never ask Robby to leave his job. Instead it marked months of Robby sleeping off the bottle of Jack he had started drinking in college after Sadie came to tell him that Jack had asked her out.

He had been so jealous of her smile; because it was caused by Jack. Robby had wanted it to be him and he couldn’t stand the green monster rearing its ugly head, demanding to be known. But he had swallowed it down like bile and smiled as Sadie asked which shoes she should wear.

Jack Daniel was a disgusting liquor but it was the only Jack he’s ever been able to have his lips on. It also left him with a nasty headache, a consequence of his secret he tells himself. It’s what they’re drinking on a rare night off the two doctors had.

The Abbot’s had welcomed Robby with open arms, knowing from many drunken rants that Robby’s brownstone now felt dark and cold since Janie and Jake moved to Europe. It made them feel better knowing there was always a doctor at home with Sadie; her epilepsy making a comeback after years of repression with medication.

The two men wanted to drink like their college days. But it ended with Jack passed out on the couch with Sadie; his head in her lap, his arms around her waist, and her knees lightly pressed against his ribs. She has one hand in his greying curls, red barely hanging on.

“I love him.”

Robby watched as her blue eyes shifted from her husband to his best friend lying across the living room in front of the fireplace.

“I’ve loved him for the last 27 years. It’s why Janie left.” He turned back to the fire, its warmth welcomed on the cold Pittsburgh night. “She said she couldn’t stay in a relationship where she was the third person.”

Sadie hasn’t said anything then, or after that night; Robby’s secret was safe behind her locked lips. He had waited for her to spill it to Jack, waited for the moment his best friend would call him and end their friendship. Or would Jack come over? Yell at Robby and watch the older man break before leaving?

Instead, he was forced to hold up his best friend through the worst months of his life. Sadie’s epilepsy had become too hard to ignore, landing her in the hospital with round the clock care. The two men took turns taking shifts by her side so she was never alone. The cancer was too aggressive to fight by the time it was found. Hospice was discussed. Organ donation and funeral arrangements and a Rabbi had also been in the process of being arranged.

Within six months, Sadie was gone.

So yea, it took years of work and patience and love and anger. But Robby wouldn’t change it for anything. He missed Sadie, he knows Jack does too; but in the fifteen years since her passing, the two men knew she would love to see them now.

And it’s all Robby can do to keep that little secret.



[smoky-solitude]

Rabbot drunken confession? Yes please!

I saw a tumblr post that had Jack and Robby looking at one another outside of the Pitt, and the text was something like, “you know they exchanged handjobs back in 2006 and have never addressed it.”

I can't find the post, (im a fool!) but I kept thinking back to it. What can I say, I was inspired.

Read I thought I was immune to this kind of pining (5.2k, rated E) here!

POV 31-year-old MS3 Jack, who's got a LOT of DADT trauma and internalized homophobia, pining after 35-year-old Attending Robby, who decides to shoot his shot.

For @therabbotfest Day 1: Drunken Confession

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Rabbotfest - Day 1: Drunken Confession

“S’cause you’re so pretty.”

Robby flushes. “Man, shut up.”

“No. S’true,” Jack slurs. He sways back and forth in Robby’s hold. “Tha’s why er’yone likes you.”

“There are plenty of people who don’t like me,” Robby argues. He tightens his grip on Jack’s bicep, ignoring the pleasant muscle under his palm, and tries to unlock the door while keeping him steady.

“They’re stupid.”

“You’re drunk.”

“You’re pretty.”

Robby’s face grows impossibly hotter. “I am not.” Maybe he used to be, years ago. Decades. When he was young and fresh-faced. When he still believed he could make a real difference and hadn’t let the weight of his life drag down his appearance.

Jack hooks his chin over Robby’s shoulder. “Yeah, ya’re.”

The door opens, and they practically topple inside. “Alright. Let’s get you to bed.”

"Noooo-"

"Yeah," Robby laughs. "You've been talking out of your ass all night; it's time to reset."

He hauls Jack to his guest room and lets him collapse on the bed with a heaving sigh. Robby gets to work detaching the prosthetic while Jack mutters incoherently to himself.

"I can't understand you."

"Is that why you won't date me?" Jack says. It comes out so clear that for a moment, Robby is scared he's somehow sobered up. "Because 'm not pretty like you."

The fear evaporates. Sober Jack would never say something so ridiculous. "You don't want to date me, Jack."

"Yeah'do," he pouts, hands hitting the bedding in frustration. "You always say no, or call me 'brother.'"

"You started the 'brother' thing."

Jack hums unhappily. He clumsily strips himself of his jeans and t-shirt and curls around one of the pillows.

Robby should leave it alone. Jack is clearly tired and, not to mention, beyond inebriated, but he's too nosy for his own good, and the high odds of Jack not remembering a thing from tonight make him brave. "If you want to date, all you have to do is ask. I'll say yes."

Jack glares at him with drunken, glassy eyes. "I do ask. You think I'm being your friend." He groans with the return of a painful memory. "I took you ou'to dinner an' you tried to set me up with some lady a'the bar."

A harsh chill crashes over Robby. He remembers that night extremely vividly. He'd been having too good a time, and when he saw that woman watching Jack, he figured she was the safest option to temper his hopes and bring him back to reality.

"Well..." Jack practically drank the bar dry tonight. He's more likely to pick winning lottery numbers than remember this. "Ask me tomorrow, and I'll say yes."

Jack turns his head away from the pillow just enough to peek at Robby warily. "Really?"

"Really."

"Say swear."

Robby chuffs. He pats Jack's shoulder. "I swear."

Jack moves too quickly for his limbs to catch up and falls to a messy pile on the floor, though he doesn't seem to mind. He's digging in his jean pockets before Robby can ask if he's okay.

"Fine," Jack grumbles. "Need ma phone."

"What for?" Robby tries to lift him back into bed, but Jack pushes him away.

"Hey Siri, set reminder tomorrow mornin'."

"Jack!"

"Ask Robby out." He frowns and clarifies, "Promised to say 'yes.'"

"I've set a reminder for tomorrow--"

"Alright." Robby hauls Jack back onto the bed. "That's enough for tonight."

Jack settles back over the covers with a satisfied smile. "Will you kiss me?"

"Not right now."

"After our date."

Robby's heart thuds against his ribs, and his palms are clammy. He only had two beers, but his body is acting like he's wasted. "Sure."

"Can' wait," Jack murmurs. He's asleep before Robby can take a single step towards the door.

Robby watches him for a bit. His eyes dart to Jack's phone. He knows the password; he could delete the reminder and let Jack wake up hungover and unembarrassed.

Jack lets out a choked snore. Robby grabs his shoulder and rolls him to his side; Jack's limp hand brushes his belt and sends a flood of heat through Robby's abdomen.

He leaves the phone alone. Jack can decide to ignore it on his own.