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They/Them. Always between projects and ships. Trying to improve my art one sketch at a time. AI-hater.

[trickster707]

Hucklerobby / Hucklerabbot Soulmate AU Series

(Masterpost) (1) (2) (3) (4) (You are here)

Almost midnight, Dennis thought as he squinted at his way too bright phone screen in the otherwise dark living room. His 30thbirthday was just few minutes away and he felt…well, mostly empty. He knew that, technically, he should’ve felt ecstatic at the prospect of finally finding his soulmate, but he simply couldn’t. Not when he’d known who he had wanted to take that place in his life ever since the first day of his ER rotation. Even if said man had been declared dead for the past three years. 

Robby had left for his sabbatical and never returned. No call, no message, no death announcement. Three weeks after his supposed return date, Jack had broken into Robby’s locker only to find his helmet in there with a note saying ‘Please forgive me’. At first Dennis had switched between Robby’s and Trinity´s apartment, but eventually the pain had become unbearable and with Trinity’s mental health also deteriorating, they had decided to move back together and he’d handed the keys to Jack.

The wound Robby had left in his heart had finally started to scab over and a tiny part of him hoped that meeting his actual soulmate would bring an end to it once and for all. Or confirm that he had been your soulmate and you’ve lost your chance, the ugly little voice in his brain whispered.

Dennis stared wistfully at the ‘Happy Pre-Birthday, Fuckleberry’ cake Trinity had surprised him with after his shift. They’d stuffed their faces while they continued their musicals marathon. If anybody knew how to keep his mind distracted, then it was his sister at heart. 

Now the cake was left spelling ‘Happy Pre-Birthday, Fuck’ and Dennis made sure to snap a blurry picture for Instagram before he snuck off to his room. If fate was about to knock him out and kick him into his soulmate’s body, he’d rather have that experience in his own bed, than the old ass couch they had bought at a yard sale.

And if he woke up in his own body, then at least his back wouldn’t hurt.

With his head comfortably resting against his pillow, Dennis checked his phone one last time. 

11:59pm.

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Dennis woke with a deep groan. Burying his face into his pillow, he was met with a lumpy, scratchy mess that smelled an awful lot like the cheap ass detergent he had been forced to use during med school, as it was the only option the laundromat he frequented had offered.

He tried to turn on his back, but quickly noticed a few more pressing matters. For one, he was about to piss himself, for two, his body hurt. Not the, ‘Oh, I slept on one side for too long’ kind of hurt, but the ‘I’ve aged 30 years over night and regret my entire existence’, kind of hurt. His lower back felt like he got stabbed, his shoulders carried a tenseness only 5 hours of charting could’ve caused, his right knee felt swollen and he had no feeling left in his entire left arm. Well, not no feeling. Trying to wiggle his fingers almost made him scream out in pain as the tingling sensation of an entire army of fire ants started to crawl through his veins, only intensifying by the second. 

With a whimper, Dennis stared at the ceiling, trying to distract himself from the hell he’d found himself in. The normally white overhead surface of Trinity’s guestroom got replaced by a shabby looking paint job, stained by years of smoking indoors and at least two separate water damages from the room above. Not to mention the black spots taking over the corner near the window which looked suspiciously like mould. The entire thing gave ‘outdated motel room’ and he hated it.

With the burning in his left arm slowly dying down Dennis finally started to remember last night and with it the knowledge of what must’ve happened hit him. Adrenaline kicked in and he sprung up from the bed, wincing at the sharp sting in his knee caused by the action. Limping to the door that looked like it led to a bathroom, Dennis kicked it open and frantically searched for the mirror.

The thing was small and dirty, but he still immediately recognized the face staring back at him. Brown eyes, framed by wrinkles, slowly greying beard, just a little bit wilder than he was used to and tousled hair, that was pressed flat on the left side he slept on. 

Robby!

„HE’S ALIVE???“

The scream made someone next door knock angrily at the wall, startling Dennis away from his reflection. Heart pounding, he ruffled the short hair, thought’s racing a mile per minute. Robby was alive! Why was he here? Where was here? Why hadn’t he come back? 

I‘m going to fucking murder him!

OK, he wasn’t actually going to do that, but what the fuck? Three years of radio silence. Three years of fucking mourning. Three years of trying to come to terms that his mentor and first love had left to off himself, only to be stuck in a stupid, mould infested, extremely outdated motel in probably the middle of fucking nowhere! 

Snapping his head back to the mirror, Dennis stared at Robby’s face, eyebrows furrowed in anger and eyes sparkling with mirth. He had 24 hours in this body. 24 hours to drag his stupid ass back to Pittsburgh and make sure he won’t get another chance of abandoning them!

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Robby woke slowly, burying his face in the soft pillow below as he drew the bunched up blanket closer to wind his body around it. He hadn’t felt this good in ages. No pain, no scratchy beard, no stuffy air that would’ve made him cough. Not to mention that for once his bladder wasn’t forcing him to get up immediately to empty it. A luxury he’d almost forgotten existed. 

Stretching his legs and toes out like a cat, he slowly opened his eyes to the soft morning light making its way through the blinds. Huh, had there been blinds in the motel last night?

The more he woke up, the stranger his surroundings started to feel. The blankets were densely filled, and covered in soft sheets, the walls were clean, the furniture simple, but clearly not 50-ish years old, the mattress was neither too hard nor too soft and were missing that uncomfortable dent so typical for cheap hotels. All in all, it looked and felt absolutely nothing like the motel room he had went to bed in.

Before his mind could’ve connected the dots, a knock from the door drew his attention. Not waiting for his answer, it swung open with a crash, revealing 

„Santos??“

„San-? Ooohhhhh!“

A wide, mischievous grin appeared on Trinity’s face, as she stared him down. Suddenly feeling way too exposed, Robby sat up and drew the blanket around himself. What did his former intern do…Oh, no.

„You’re his soulmate!“, Trinity exclaimed.

„…Soulmate“, Robby breathed out in shock as he finally realized whose body he must’ve been in. 

Kicking the door close behind her, Trinity marched into the room and let herself plop down at the end of the bed. „So, before I give you the whole talk about ‘Hurt my brother and I’ll kill you’ - Who are you? Ogilvie? Park? Abbot?“

„Park? You think Park the shark-, wait, Jack?“ Why were two of those listed men so much older than Dennis? And his brother of all people? And Ogilvie was still at the ER? 

„Jack? First name basis? Well, that certainly narrows it down.“ Crossing her legs underneath her, Trinity looked him up and down, as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. He couldn’t tell er who he was. No way. Never. When he had left three years ago, he had done so with a plan in his mind that would’ve left him dead, but in the end his last conversation with Jack had helped him to give life another chance. Three months had turned into six, eight, twenty-four, and at some point, he didn’t know how to return anymore. He’d shoved everything to the back of his mind, including contacting the people who had looked out for him, and once two full years had passed, he’d been too scared of their reactions, so he kept on running. 

And now he was back. In Dennis’s body. As his soulmate. 

He knew this day would’ve eventually come as he’d known that he had a way younger soulmate ever since he’d woken up on his 30th birthday in a toddler’s body. Back then he’d been too shocked by the consequences this discovery had meant for him, that he hadn’t had the mind to focus on identifying any details about his soulmate. All he had remembered was that his name had been Dennis, that he had a lot of older brothers and that he was able to see a farm outside of the window whenever his soulmate’s mother had picked him up and carried him around the room. 

…In hindsight he should’ve made the connection way earlier, especially seeing that his inappropriate crush on his student and later intern had been part of why he had left in the first place. I royally fucked this up, haven’t I?, he thought as he came back to the here and now. He was truly left with only two options: One, he confesses everything here and now, man’s up and deals with the fallout of his cowardice, or two, deny, deny, deny.

“Ogilvie! I’m…Ogilvie.” Maybe his lie would’ve been more convincing if he hadn’t winced while delivering it. Damn Dennis and his horrible poker face!

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Santos stared him down with an eyebrow raised. “Oh, so Dennis works in Peds for today? We should definitely visit him so that you two can make out!”

It took everything in Robby to not whine and pout. He definitely didn’t want to do that! Besides, Ogilvie wasn’t exactly known for his subtlety or ability to keep things under wraps and would’ve immediately blurt out the truth. Also, how did he of all people end up in Peds? He should’ve said he was Jack. At least he would’ve been able to imitate his mannerisms. But it was too late to change his story and all that was left for him, was to stick to his lie.

---

Trinity had struck gold. She had an inkling on who was currently riding her best friend’s meat suit and if she was right, then Dennis must’ve been on his way back with the original’s body. All she had to do was ride this situation out and keep his soulmate save…and maybe have a little fun with it. After all, she’d been the one consoling Dennis after Robby’s disappearance. She’d seen what Jack declaring his death had done to the older man, the ER and her best friend and it would’ve been a lie to say that she hadn’t mourned his sarcastic ass as well. If he had really faked it and was now back, then he could’ve count himself lucky that she was only going to mess with him. At least until he was back in his own body, then she’d unleash her fury!

So, seeing that ‘Ogilvie’ has ER experience, there was nothing speaking against taking him with her to work, right?

Well, it had turned out way harder than she’d expected. While Dennis had kept his birthday a secret and with it the fact it had been his soulmate one, people definitely recognized the change in his behaviour. It was clear that Robby only knew the Dennis from three years ago. Poor little naïve thing who was just growing into his confidence. Not the charismatic, gay flirt she had helped to create. The Dennis who was left blushing and stumbling just after a simple touch to his shoulder had been long gone and now, he was able to even out-flirt one Jack Abbot.

Not to mention that Robby apparently sporadically remembered that he was supposed to imitate Ogilvie. But not the kind sweetheart he had turned into, instead he acted like the asshole he’d been on his first day of his ER rotation.

All in all, it had been a mess and made Trinity check the clock every five minutes, waiting for Dennis to storm the ER and bring an end to her misery.

---

The highway signs finally announced his exit. Dennis was back in Pittsburgh after almost ten hours on the road. His backpain had reached a new height after being locked in the same position for so long, but he didn’t give a damn. If he got lucky that would’ve meant he didn’t have to tie Robby down and he would’ve had to stay in Dennis’s bed of his own volition – at least until they had a very serious talk about…well, everything.

Starting with him never mentioning that Dennis was his soulmate. He must’ve known after all and it was not fair that he had never spoken up about it. Had he been disappointed in who the universe had chosen for him? Was the thought of dating him so appalling that he hadn’t even been willing to give it a chance before running off? Or had he been so selfish that he’d been willing to commit suicide knowing that Dennis would’ve never gotten the chance to find out who his soulmate was? Leaving him to think that he never had one in the first place?

Dennis shook his head, the helmet he had bought last minute at a gas station close to the shitty motel he’d woken up in slipped a little, forcing him to push it back into place. He hadn’t had the time to make it fit perfectly, too busy to figure out where he’d been and what the quickest route to Pittsburgh was, but a helmet was always better than none. Another subject he planned on having a very long discussion about with Robby.

The hospital appeared on the other side of the bridge, making him slow down a little. He didn’t want to storm the building in anger. His fury had carried him here as fast as possible, but now he just wanted to get off this stupid bike and find his soulmate. He wasn’t even sure that Robby was at the Pitt, but he trusted Trinity and her sharp mind.

Arriving at the ambulance bay, Dennis threw the bike to the ground, the helmet joining not long after. Ignoring the stares, Dennis stormed into the ER, head turning wildly as he desperately tried to spot Robby in the crowd. Gasps filled the air, Mel came from somewhere smiling widely, pulling a very confused looking Langdon behind herself, but Dennis was too busy focusing on blonde curly hair on its way to south 19, back turned to him.

---

“MICHAEL ROBINAVITCH!”

Robby froze with his hand still on the door to the patient’s room. Drawing his shoulders up to his ears, he sheepishly turned around to his own body, sweaty and huffing as he stared him down. I shouldn’t have counted on him sticking to the speed limits…, he thought as the place around them fell dead silent. Multiple pairs of eyes snapped between him and Dennis as one after the other realised what was going on.

Before he could’ve even thought about running, Trinity slid into the space between him and the way to the elevators. “Don’t even think about it, ‘Ogilvie’”, she sing-songed, effectively blocking his only escape route.

Realising he had nowhere to run anymore, Robby turned around to his soulmate, scratching the back of his neck. “Hello, Dennis.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, all hell broke loose around them.

In the end it had been Dana, who had led them away from the crowd into an unoccupied room. Her icy stare promised a very long lecture in his future as she drew the door close behind her, blocking off the loud mess of the Hub outside. In the silence, Robby watched as Dennis drew the curtains close around them, blocking the only exit with his, well…Robby’s body. Their height difference certainly hadn’t changed over the past three years, but being the smaller one for once did mess with his mind as he had to tilt his head back to stare at his own brown eyes filled with tears, red blotches covering his cheeks. Has it always been that obvious when I was close to tears? The thought stung a little. Not because he wasn’t as sleek as he always thought he’d been, but because if it had been so obvious, why had nobody reached out until he was almost close to breaking? It took him a moment to realise he hadn’t meant only in his adult life, but also as a child long, long ago.

Reaching out, he cradled the other’s cheek, feeling his own beard scratch his palm as Dennis leaned into the touch, the first tear rolling down his face. “I’m sorry.” The words had left Robby’s mouth before he had really thought about them, but it had been the truth. He was sorry for disappearing, sorry for never contacting any of them, sorry for not dealing with his demons way earlier in life and most of all, he was sorry for having never connected the dots and robbing him and Dennis of four years they could’ve spent together.

“You better be!”, hiccupped Dennis, pulling Robby into a tight bear hug and burying his face into the crook of his neck.

---

The next day Dennis woke up in his own body again. No horrible backpain, no ugly motel, just him and Robby in his bed in Pittsburgh. Stretching his arm out he buried it in Robby’s soft hair that he had made sure to wash with his own shampoo and conditioner last night instead of the horrible 3in1 stuff he had found in Robby’s bag the day before. The man looked relaxed, his soft snores filling the air as he subconsciously leaned into Dennis’s touch. They had talked for hours last night and there was more to talk about today, but for now he just wanted to relish in the fact that he had a soulmate, that his soulmate was the man he had fallen in love with so easily four years ago and that, against all odds, he hadn’t been left for dead in some ditch somewhere.

Loud stomping came from the hallway as Trinity kicked the door down, waking Robby with a confused start.

“That him again?”, Trinity asked, pointing at Robby but looking at Dennis.

Nodding, Dennis got up, avoiding Robby’s desperate attempt of pulling him back and using him as a shield against Trinity’s fury. Whatever his sister at heart had planned for the man was of no concern to him as she was just the first in a very long line of people who wanted to get a word with him. Speaking of long line, Dennis thought as he found Jack already waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall with a grim look on his face. Hopefully we won’t get too many noise complaints after today.

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@omgbrunettegirl

[trickster707]

Hucklerobby / Hucklerabbot Soulmate AU Series

(Masterpost) (1) (2) (3) (You are here) (5)

Robby woke with a start as the heavy weight on his chest moved and pressed against a sensitive spot on his collar bone. The first streaks of sunlight made their way through his curtains and he could hear the beginning of the rush hour fill the street outside his apartment as the body next to him shifted again, mumbling something in his sleep. Looking down he came face to face with a mop of blonde curly hair and Dennis’s relaxed face.

The memories of last night hit him all at once. After the catastrophe that had been his last shift before his sabbatical, he had walked out to find Dennis leaning against his motorcycle. It had been an impulse decision, like a lot of things he’d done that day. Big blue eyes had looked at him pleadingly, asking for a tour of the place he was supposed to take care of during Robby’s absence and before he could’ve talked himself out of it, he had taken the boy home. One thing had led to another and now here they were, naked in bed and cuddled close.

Guilt filled Robby as he scolded himself for his behaviour. Sure, he had wanted to burn bridges before he ended everything, but this might’ve gone too far. Lifting his arm that had been wound around Dennis’s waist, he moved to rub his temple, only to come face to face with the kid’s name on his forearm.

He had heard of this before. Everybody had. When sleeping with somebody for the first time there was a small chance of a soulmate mark with their name appearing on your body on the next day. It was a rare thing to happen and usually a reason for celebration, but Robby didn’t feel like celebrating. Why now? Why with a man half his age, after a night of self-destructive behaviour?

Clenching his jaw, he slowly moved Dennis off of himself, careful to not wake him, and got dressed. He should’ve left the night prior as he had planned. With one last glance at the sleeping figure on his bed, he grabbed his backpack and walked through the door. Whatever sick game fate had tried to play with them meant nothing to him, when the siren call of the road had been in his head for so much longer.

---

Dennis groaned in annoyance as the sunlight hit his eyes and pulled him from his slumber. Sitting up with a yawn, he scratched his aching back and looked around the unfamiliar room. The sheets next to him were already cold, telling him that Robby must’ve gotten up a while ago. Ignoring his aching and sticky body, he got up with the bedsheet wound around his hips to look for the other in the small apartment, but all he came up with was the missing backpack by the door.

Robby had left. No goodbye, no morning coffee or awkward talk about ‘keeping it professional’. He just up and left.

Looking down at the soulmate mark on his forearm, he wished he could’ve said that he was surprised by it, but he’d secretly counted on this happening. Had hoped that this would’ve been enough to make Robby stay, or at least postpone his departure long enough for him and Jack to talk him out of it. But alas, the older man had left and with him all hopes of him ever returning.

A month after Robby’s disappearance, Jack had asked to come over to grab some stuff he’d left at the apartment. An old university sweater, an electric toothbrush for their movie nights that went on for too long to make the drive back home, and a photo album from a trip they’d taken after their graduation. Somewhere between searching the laundry basket and packing the album into a box, Dennis had rolled up his sleeves, revealing the still fresh mark on his arm.

It had been an accident, just like the resulting talk they’ve had, fuelled by expensive liquor stolen from the kitchen cupboard and the frantic kisses that led them to Robby’s bed.

Waking up felt like a déjà-vu to Dennis. Sunlight hitting his eyes, body sticky and aching in the worst and best way. But this time the other side was filled with a warm body holding him close, one amputated leg thrown over his hip and soft snoring in his ear, ruffling his hair with every breath out.

Dennis stared up at the ceiling, waiting for the regret to hit him, but it never came. He didn’t owe Robby celibacy. He didn’t owe his coward of a soulmate anything! Using his free hand, he pushed his hair out of his face, only to stop mid motion. There, next to Robby’s name was a new one etched into his skin.

Jack Abbot

---

Robby parked his motorcycle in front of the ambulance entrance, staring at the closed door of the place he’d left three months ago. Part of him wanted to turn around and flee, but if the last three months had taught him anything, then that he couldn’t run from fate. He had attempted to crash his bike exactly three times and every time something had had stopped him. A child waving at him with a smile from a passing car, the old motel innkeeper that had reminded him so much of his own Bubbe and the young blonde bartender with blue eyes, who had refused to refill Robby’s glass and told him how his soulmate used to have the same tired eyes and that the thought, that in another universe he might’ve lost his other half before ever getting to know them, kept him up at night.

He hadn’t thought of himself as a faithful person in a very long time, but even he had to admit that maybe fate was working overtime to sent him a sign. After three months of falling asleep, staring at his soulmate mark on his arm, Robby had decided it was time to stop running away from something that could be good. At least, if Dennis was willing to forgive his sorry ass.

Taking a deep breath, Robby walked into the ER.

Even though he’d had acted like an absolute asshole before his departure, he was still welcomed back warmly. Even Al-Hashimi only gave him half a lecture for not telling her in advance. The only one missing from the pile up around him was Dennis. As soon as the younger man had spotted him, he’d gone pale as a sheet and ran outside. I guess, that’s better than him making a scene in the middle of the Hub, Robby thought wistfully, as he watched blonde locks disappear around the corner.

The day passed in a blur, with no chance of talking to his soulmate and Robby left through the ambulance door disgruntled. He knew he’d fucked up, but to completely avoid him? Not to mention that Dana had told him that Dennis was planning his wedding? Wedding! He’d barely been gone for three months and he’d made sure to tell the kid to stay away from Amy before he left! All for what, if the kid would just turn around and propose? Dana had refused to tell him, if the bride was actually that Amy woman, but who else could it have been? Santos had also refused to speak with him, so questioning her had been just as futile.

Ahmad waited for him outside, blocking the way to his motorcycle. As Robby moved to walk around him, all he heard was a “Sorry, boss”, before he was grabbed by the collar and thrown into the open ambulance next to him. Heavy doors slammed close behind him and left him in the dark as the motor roared to life.

Whipping his head around the small space, Robby found Dennis sitting at the far end wall, his chin resting on his hands with his arms propped up on his knees, facing him with a dark look on his face.

“If you think I’ll ever let you get on that damn bike again, you’re sorely mistaken, Robinavitch.”

A shiver ran down Robby’s spine at the ice-cold blue eyes, never letting him out of sight. He tried to stammer out some apologises, but the R1 kept silent for the entirety of their short car ride.

---

When Dennis had called him that morning and told him Robby was back, he’d been ready to drop everything and race to the ER. But as he had come to know about his soulmate, he had the most devious little ideas at times. He’d proposed to show Robby once and for all that he had no way of escaping from them and that meant cutting off every possible escape route. It didn’t take much convincing for Jack to agree and thankfully Dr. Shen was ok with switching their shifts for the night. ‘In the name of love’. His words, not Jack’s.

Pulling the ambulance doors open, he watched as relieve flooded Robby’s face before the other noticed the garage they were in.

“Sorry, brother, but we need to have a serious talk.”

Shortly after, Robby was sitting awkwardly on Jack’s couch with a very angry looking Dennis in his lap, who was grilling him alive for leaving them. He wasn’t about to intervene as the other deserved the tirade…and angry Dennis was hot as fuck. Not that he would speak that thought out aloud at the moment.

“Do you know what you did to us???? We thought you were dead!”, Dennis hissed, hands firmly placed on Robby’s cheeks to prevent him from looking away.

“-’m forry!” the other pressed out, unable to speak clearly with his face squished by the younger man.

Jack couldn’t help but huff. “That’s not going to cut it, brother.” Rolling up his sleeve to his soulmate mark, he continued. “We had no chance to celebrate finding each other because we thought us being soulmates meant that you were gone!”

Robby stared at the mark in horror, eyes flickering between the two as he pressed out, “You’re soulmates?”

Letting go of the bearded face, Dennis moved to cross his arms seductively behind Robby’s head. “Yea, question is just if fate has made us a throuple, or not!”

Jack watched with satisfaction how the man on his couch swallowed hard, pupils going wide as he stared at both of them with nervous excitement.

---

Robby was still trying to catch his breath. His thighs trembling where Jack had thrown his stump over them and his lower back ached in a way that promised to be no fun in the morning. But for now, he felt content, loved and tucked away safely between his two soulmates. Two!!! He still couldn’t believe it. Lifting his arm that was currently wound around Dennis’s hip again, in a mirror of how they had woken up that first night, he stared awed at the two names marking his skin.

“You better not think about leaving again, or the kid will hunt you down like the rats in the ER.”, Jack mumbled sleepily into his neck.

Tilting his head, so that it was resting on the silver mop of hair, Robby chuckled lightly. “Wouldn’t dream of it...wait we have rats in the ER again?”

“More like ‘still’”, huffed Jack. “The two you’ve missed a year ago started a colony.”

“Holy fuck-Ugh”

Robby wheezed, as Dennis kicked him in the leg. Looking down, he met two disgruntled looking blue eyes, staring up at him.

“If you two have enough energy left to be this loud, I’m sure we can go another round?”

He could feel Jack’s laughter reverberating through his own chest, before a raised eyebrow from Dennis made him quickly settle back down. Just as Robby was about to fall asleep, the bed suddenly shifted as Dennis jumped up.

“Fuck!”

“Five more minutes, please”, Jack mumbled.

Throwing his pillow at the silver haired man, Dennis continued, “Not that! We need to change the entire wedding plans! You think the church will kill us if it’s suddenly a wedding of three?”

Robby was left too stunned to speak, but thankfully he didn’t have to as Jack intervened first. “Maybe we should ask Robby first, if he wants to marry us, don’t you think, love?”

“As if I’d dare to say ‘no’ to any of Dennis’s plans in the future”, Robby huffed.

The sudden silence made him open his eyes again to Dennis’s mischievous little grin. “Any of my plans?”

“Fuuuck, you really are insatiable”, Robby whined.

“Told you so.”, Jack laughed, already sitting back up to get ready for the next round.

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[trickster707]

Hucklerobby / Hucklerabbot Soulmate AU Masterpost

You can now also read them on AO3 -> Here

(1) For one day a year you can see your soulmates aura (Hucklerobby)

(2) Whatever you write on your skin will also appear on your soulmate’s (Hucklerobby)

(3) You can only see colour after you’ve touched your soulmate (Hucklerabbot)

(4) The name of your soulmate appears on your skin after your first time together (Hucklerabbot)

(5) You and your soulmate swap bodies on your 30th birthday (Hucklerobby)

(6)

[trickster707]

These old men are eating each other alive and they're eating their controversially young lover as well! Also, this had been an A/B/O Fanart for some time until I decided to skip on Rabbot’s mating bites 🤣

Did I draw this solely because I needed a photocard for a charm that hasn't even been delivered yet, to finish decorating my Hucklerabbot themed Ita-Bag, for a Con that is in *checks my calendar* three months?

Yes, yes I did ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

Rabbot hand reference from here!

[trickster707]

You see, no one had expected Robby to come back.

Sure, Jack had tried to stop him from leaving. Dennis had tried to get Dr. Jefferson to do something, anything really. Somebody had even gone as far as slashing his tires, but in the end, nobody had been able to make him stay.

Dennis had been distraught. Sitting in that godforsaken apartment, he didn't dare to touch a single piece in fear of making Robby disappear from it, just like he had disappeared from their lives. No phone call, no messages. Just absolute radio silence and the bone gnawing knowledge that he was probably already dead in some ditch.

Jack had come over after a week. Let himself in with a spare key, just to sit on that couch and stare at his reflection in the black screen of the TV. When Dennis had found him, he just sat down next to him.

From that day on it became a regular occurrence. At first, they didn't speak. Just sat in silence next to each other, lost in their own depressing thoughts. Then Jack started sharing anecdotes. Little stories about med school, residency, thirty years of friendship. Dennis, in turn, told him about Pedes, about their last conversation in the breakroom and the immense guilt he carried for not doing more.

They couldn't say who started it, but one moment they were talking, then kissing and then they were in Robby's bed, Dennis huffing in the scent of his mentor while Jack roughly fucked him from behind. It happened again and again and again. Eventually turning softer, more loving, less focused on Robby and more on them.

Then, Jack decided that, if Robby wouldn't come back, if he was so set on abandoning the two men who loved him to the end of the world, then they didn't have to treat his house like a museum.

The first thing that was changed were the curtains. The boring grey, replaced by sunny yellow. Then the couch was thrown out in favour of something cozier and bed like. After that, they repainted the bathroom, redecorated the kitchen and turned the small office into a study room for Dennis. All of those changes weren’t necessarily done because they disliked how things used to be, but because it felt like giving Robby the middle finger. If he abandoned them, then they could do the same! Then, one day, Dennis returned to find a stripper pole in the middle of the living room. He walked around it a few times, looking at it like a UFO that landed in a Midwestern farm kitchen, before Jack came back with takeout from the restaurant across the street. Turns out, naked yoga wasn't the only thing the other did for physical therapy. Thankfully Dennis was a quick study, especially with those upper arm farm muscles.

Robby returned after exactly three months. He had planned to crash his motorcycle, but somebody had slashed his tires, so he had to take the car for his road trip. Turns out, it's harder to "accidentally" crash that one without endangering others. He had also planned to send Jack one last message before going through with his plan, but his phone died on him and buying a new one felt like a waste of money if he was about to end it all anyway. So, he kept on living another day and another and another. And then, sitting at a random lake in the middle of nowhere and watching the sunset, he realised that he hadn't felt this much at peace in a very long time. Apparently, constantly being available via phone, always taking that extra shift and never allowing yourself to rest does worsen depression. He wasn't cured. Mental illness doesn't cure by itself and most certainly not through some pretty landscape, but it had gotten better. To a point that he forgot about his plans and just finished his road trip like he said he would.

Coming back, he had no way of notifying Dennis first. He just hoped the kid was still at work - it was the middle of the day after all - or stuck with his rule of 'no visitors'.

What he didn't expect was to open the door to his best friend and Dennis doing some acrobatic couple poses on a strip pole in the middle of a very different looking living room. For a second he thought he entered the wrong apartment, then Dennis spotted him through his split open legs (Robby desperately tried to ignore how tight that little piece of clothing, covering the other's cock, was).

"Robby!"

Oh god, the surprise and unfiltered joy in Dennis's sweet voice almost broke him and then Jack joined in with a relieved "Brother!"

Well, turns out a lot more had changed in his apartment, apart from the pole. But his bedroom had stayed exactly the same. The same bed. The same curtains. The same ugly stain on the grey carpet. The only thing that had changed were the two men now sleeping in there with him.

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Hucklerobby / Hucklerabbot Soulmate AU Series

(Masterpost) (1) (2) (You are here) (4) (5)

Jack had been one of the lucky ones. Where others had to search half a lifetime for their soulmate, he’d met his on his first day of med school.

As he had walked into his assigned dorm room that day, he’d found a tall, lanky boy holding a heavy looking box in his hands and glance helplessly between the two beds on each side of the room as if he couldn’t decide which one he should claim. Something about him had screamed ‘lost puppy’ to Jack and he had been immediately enamoured. Grinning widely, he’d squished himself past the guy, loudly calling dips on the side opposite of the window for his morning yoga, when suddenly his entire world exploded into a thousand colours. Where once the world was grey, it now was a bright mixture of everything people had tried to describe to him growing up. It was mesmerizing, beautiful, captivating, it was-

THUMP.

A loud crashing sound had made him spin around to the other boy. He was still standing in the middle of the room, mouth open in shock, staring wide eyed at Jack as tears stared to fill his beautiful dark brown eyes and he mumbled out, “Ouch.”

In his shock he’d dropped his box filled with heavy textbooks on his foot, emptying the contents onto the floor around him. There’d been a moment of complete, shocked silence before Jack used his entire football-scholarship level strength to pick his soulmate up and carry him the whole way to the nurse’s office at neck breaking speed. The scene had been the talk of the school for the entire first week, but Jack couldn’t care less as long as he had his pretty blushing soulmate wobbling beside him with his crutches and bandaged foot.

30 years and one leg less later, they’d built a life together. A quiet, sunny apartment with access to a roof terrace, where Jack could do his yoga, and a big comfy couch for Robby’s nightly movie marathons. Despite their very different day-and-night rhythms and more than enough mental health problems, they made it work.

Until the day of the PittFest shooting.

Jack had just finished his shower, when he opened his phone to 20 missed calls and 8 text messages from Robby. It hadn’t even been an hour since they had said their goodbyes, so what could have caused his soulmate to panic like that? Ignoring the messages, he immediately went to call Robby back. The phone didn’t even finish to ring once before Robby picked up, sounding out of breath when he asked, “Did you look at the photo?”

Confused Jack answered, “What photo?”

There was an annoyed groan on the other end and he could practically see his husband massage the bridge of his nose. “The one I sent you! Look at it and describe to me what you see!”

Opening the messaging app, Jack expected to see some bizarre medical anomality. It wouldn’t have been the first time that they had asked each other for a second opinion during the others downtime, but instead of some gross wound, he was looking at - “A flower field?”

“Not that! The colours! What colours do you see?” 

“Normal colours?” Robby, what’s going on with you?” He was getting annoyed, maybe it was finally time to get a psych evaluation for his husband?

“Just describe them to me!”

Sighing, Jack turned his attention back to the photo. “Ok, ok. It’s a wide, open field with brown gras, yellow flowers and a blue sky. Everything looks absolutely normal to me. Happy now?”

For a moment everything was silent, then Robby started laughing. A full, hearty and mostly relieved laugh that echoed in the space around him. Jack could do nothing but wait for his husband to regain his composure, but once he did, Jack asked, “Would you mind telling me what this was about?”

“We’re going to have a guest over tonight. Somebody you should meet!” And with that the call ended, leaving Jack standing in their living room with nothing but a towel around his hips and a confused look on his face.

Whatever his husband had planned was ruined by the shooting and the aftermath of it.

Jack was exhausted. His bones ached and his amputated leg had started to chafe painfully a few hours ago. Robby didn’t look much better with his red rimmed eyes, pale face and shaky hand clinging to one of the new Pittlings. The boy had been a surprise addition to their car ride home, but the promise of getting out of his prosthesis outweighed his need to ask questions. Besides the presence of the MS4 – Dennis, as Robby had introduced him – seemed to have a calming effect on the brunette.

Jack had waited for Robby to say something first. They went through their normal evening routine, changed their clothes, ate and sat down in front of the TV with not a single word shared between them. The kid kept stealing nervous glances at him, as if he was waiting for Jack to kick him out of the door any minute now. Still, he remained at Robby’s side as if glued to him. He might as well be, with the way his soulmate kept reaching for him whenever he tried to bring a little distance between them. Mostly followed by another nervous glance thrown at Jack. His skittish behaviour reminded him of the boy he had met in his dorm room that fateful day many, many years ago.

Clearing his throat, Jack sat up straighter in his armchair, throwing an expectant look at Robby. “So?”

He watched as the pretty shade of red on the other’s face deepened, slowly fading into the greying beard of his soulmate. Jack didn’t know what he expected the other to say next. He wasn’t even sure if he really cared, as long as he could drag his old boy into bed for some after trauma cuddling - and that preferably very soon. Instead, he was hit with a request so outrages, it almost made him call Dana to knock some sense into Robby.

“Touch him!”

The expectant look and squared shoulders didn’t show a single hint of joke in the other’s words. Robby actually meant it. Dennis sat beside him, ears bright red and blue eyes darting between them two, like a lost puppy, who wasn’t sure if he was even allowed to sit on the couch.

Considering his words carefully, he threw a worried glance at Dennis before he very slowly said, “…I don’t think I should do that.”

“Ok, then you touch him, Dennis!” There was no hesitance in Robby’s words, as he turned around and for the first time that night, let go of the younger boy’s arm.

Jack hadn’t though it was humanely possible, but the kid turned an even darker shade of red. As cute as he was, this had to stop before HR – or law enforcement – had a case against them.

“Robby, just tell us what’s going on. This is turning into an HR nightmare and I didn’t expect to be the innocent one in that scenario.” The joke was mostly meant to make the MS4 relax a bit, but before it had even really settled in, Robby had already grabbed both their arms with an annoyed groan and pressed their hands together.

For a moment nothing happened, then Jack realised that their flat looked…different? For one, the light-yellow rug he had picked to match their mustard-coloured couch wasn’t yellow anymore. Neither was their couch. In fact, they weren’t even in the same colour family, as one was a bright green and the other a dark red. Honestly, it looked absolutely awful together.

While he was busy criticising his own interior decorating skill, Dennis let out a wet little gasp. His blue eyes swimming with tears, as he sobbed out, “I’ve got two?”

Robby’s grin was so wide as he cupped Dennis’s face and cooed at him, “I told you, didn’t I?”

“Oh, so he gets a forewarning and I have to mentally prepare calling the psych ward?” Jack teased his husband, throwing a playful wink at Dennis. He had a second soulmate. Another puppy to take care of with his old dog of a boyfriend! And what a cute one at that, he thought, as he watched the other blush and burry his head in his husband’s big hands.

An hour later they were all cuddled up in Jack and Robby’s king-sized bed, with Dennis sleeping soundly in their middle, wearing Robby’s old university sweater. Blinking lazily at his husband, he watched him stare at the boy with stars in his eyes. Never one to miss a chance to tease his husband, he whispered, “You know, that shirt is probably older than him, right.”

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I’m craving soft, touch starved Hucklerabbot. I want those old men to look at Dennis and go all soft and mushy inside. It’s bordering on cuteness aggression, when they pull him back into bed each morning to ruffle his hair and pepper kisses all other his face. Robby getting so overwhelmed with Dennis’s little happy dance when he finally discovers what his patient is suffering from, that he pulls him into the next empty room and just holds him for a moment. His head buried in the others locks, mumbling praise until Dennis starts whining from embarrassment (and horniness, that boy has a praise kink after all).

I want Jack to come in early, just so he can watch his husbands – because in his head Dennis is already part of their marriage – with a lovesick smile on his face. Dana had tried to shoo him away, but he would just return, leaning against her table and cooing at Dennis getting sprayed with another bodily fluid. And then Robby would see him and hurry over to pull Jack into a tight hug, because that guy needs physical touch like water.

But I also want the same from Dennis! I want him to come home from a double shift to his husbands bundled up and asleep on the couch. And Dennis knows that their necks and backs will hurt when they wake up, so he goes and gets the heating pads from the medicine cupboard and then sits on the floor in front of the couch. He would grab the hands dangling over the edge and place them on his head and immediately feel how all the tension fades from his muscles because he’s finally at home.

I want him to wake up early in the morning, to find Jack doing his naked yoga and while it is the hottest thing he’s ever seen, he’s still pretty exhausted from last night. So, he does the next best thing. He scoots closer and lies down on his back just in front of the yoga mat. He knows, one of the next positions will put Jack’s head in perfect range for an upside-down kiss and he will patiently wait for it right here, where the morning sun shines through the giant windows and warms his whole body.

I also want Dennis to come out of the small home office after a day of exam prepping and find Robby sitting in his armchair. He looks so warm and cozy with his reading glasses slipping down and the fluffy green old man sweater. So cozy in fact, that Dennis completely forgets about what even brought him out of that room as he’s already climbing into Robby’s lap, placing his head on the others shoulder and letting the vibrations of the others humming lull him to sleep.

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Hucklerobby / Hucklerabbot Soulmate AU Series

(Masterpost) (1) (You are here) (3) (4) (5)

“Everybody has a bashert, bubbeleh. Some are just born a little bit later. “

Robby had been six, sitting on his Bubbe’s lap as she helped him wash the fading words off his arm.  His wonky ‘I am Micael, who are u?’ had stayed unanswered, while most of his classmates had gotten a greeting back. It was ok, though. After all he barely understood what a soulmate truly was, just that everybody had one.

When he turned 14, there was not a single kid in his class, who wasn’t covered in writing from head to toe. Well, not a single kid besides him. At first, he was being teased, then bullied and eventually everybody was too engrossed with their own soulmate to care about him. Every night he would stare at the words he had written on his hip with permanent marker, but no matter how long he waited, how often he would retrace them, the ’I can’t wait to meet you’ would stay unanswered.

Still, Robby had believed in his Bubbe’s words. She was the wisest person he knew after all. Wrinkles covering her hands like canyons only heightened by the harsh hospital lights above as she tightly held onto his hand. “You will find them, Neshomele. I know you will.” Her weak smile tried to speak of confidence, while her eyes swam with tears. “I just wished, I could've met them.”

Rain was covering him from head to toe as he stood at her grave, the dirt not yet settled from the Levaya held earlier that day. He wanted to believe her. He really did. But as he watched the words he had almost etched into his skin earlier that day fade in the rain, he didn’t know how to. 'I really, really need you right now.'

After that he had stopped waiting. He had dated here and there, knowing full well he was just a placeholder until the other person would eventually meet their soulmate and leave him behind. He turned 20, 25, 30. Watched his friends marry, raise children and built houses, while he lost himself to the gruelling work at the ER.  On some nights, when he had searched for answers at the bottom of a bottle, he would still write messages onto his body, but no answer ever came. Just the next morning, spent scrubbing them in the shower until the writing gave way to raw skin.

He was 34, stabilizing an open fracture when the patient pointed at his arm, “I love it when parents get their kids writing tattooed on their skin. How old is he today?”

And there it was. The answer he had always waited for. His Bubbe’s words ringing in his ears, ‘Some are just born later.’ But wasn’t this way too late??? It took everything in him to finish his job without alerting everybody in the room to the rising panic in his heart. Fleeing to the bathroom he fell against the wall, cradling his arm with tears in his eyes.

‘Denis’

He had a soulmate

He wasn’t alone anymore he had-

A clearly very underaged soulmate.

The hysterical laughter that echoed around him felt just as surreal as the clearly elementary school level writing on his arm.  ‘A little bit later’ his ass. More like….what? 28 years later?

Sinking down on the floor, he watched his tears fall onto the name of his soulmate and thought about what he was supposed to do now? He couldn’t possible write back. Soulmate or not, this was a child and if it meant protecting a kid from a groomer – even if fate had picked them for each other – then he’d rather fight the Moirai themselves than meet his bashert.

As the years went by, he would watch the scribble slowly turn into neat handwriting as messages kept appearing on his body. It felt like watching history repeat itself with every word, every sentence.

But there was one difference, where Robby used to write questions, this boy used his skin as an extended notepad.

Math, physics, history. In between names and dates and the occasional question if somebody was reading this. Robby hated to admit it, but it made him feel less lonely. Especially on the nights where the roof was calling to him a little bit too loudly. He’d be sitting on that edge; his feet dangling over it and read every little note over and over again.

Then, on his 50th birthday the notes suddenly stopped.

At first, he didn’t think much about it. Days passed, then a week, a month. Every day he would inspect his body in the mirror, desperate for the tiniest dot to appear. Eventually, he started to panic. Maybe Dennis had given up? Maybe he’s had an accident and was in a coma? Dead? Only after he had packed everything for a short trip, did Robby realise that he didn’t even know where the kid lived. No address, no last name. Nothing….

The knowledge that he’d probably lost his chance to meet his soulmate for good had almost killed him. The day the last mark had faded for good, was the one Jack has had to pull him off the edge, down to the floor where they both broke down. Every day after that was just another day closer till he’d reach his breaking point again.

He was 54.

Fifty-four years.

With four years of no word from his soulmate.

Grieving was a weird thing, especially if done for somebody you never met and didn’t even know if they even had died or not. Still, the emptiness had become a part of him over the time, turning him into a machine that was just going through the motions. Just like he did greeting the new students and interns.

“Dennis Whitaker, MS4.”

Robby felt his heart skip a beat as he heard the name. Looking at the young man in front of him he couldn’t help but do the mental math, even though it was nonsensical. Just fate trying to fuck with him some more by presenting him with such a kind soul who just so happened to share a name and vague age of his soulmate. Still, he couldn’t help but keep the other in close proximity. Dennis was bright, kind, absolutely perfect – as a future doctor of course!  Nothing else! At least that’s what he would tell himself.

The snowstorm hit Pittsburgh with little forewarning.

As the surrounding hospitals started to lose their power, the PTMC started to fill up. In preparation Robby made the call to turn off every nonessential machinery to not break the emergency generators when they would eventually be fired up.

The ER flooded with patients, especially after the big car crash on the highway, and Robby was doing his best to guide his team through it. Looking at the head wound of the man in front of him, he fished for his last sheet of paper, only to come back empty handed. Dana was already calling him to another new arrival, so he quickly grabbed Dennis’s arm and wrote the instructions on there with a black pen.

They made it through the night with minimal losses. Nonetheless, Robby wasn’t ready to lie in his bed with his thoughts yet. So, he went to his fridge, grabbed a bear and then let himself plop down onto his couch with a groan. Another hellish day... Shrugging his blue jacket off, he stared at the beer can with an empty gaze. His own handwriting stared back at him.

Sitting up straight, he put his beer on the table and inspected the back of his arm. Clear as day. Black pen. But he had been sure…

Small, blue writing started to appear underneath:

Sorry, my boss was

Sorry

I honestly don’t know why I keep doing this to myself

An array of emotions flooded his body, as Robby stared at the handwriting he had missed for so long. Taking a shaky breath, he used his finger to trace the small letters, only stopping when he reached ‘my boss’. There was only one Dennis working for him. Only one Dennis who’s arm he had grabbed to write exactly these instructions on. Tears started to fall, as he realised that his Dennis wasn’t dead, but alive and working by his side every day, with a heart way too big for this world and eyes so blue, they rivalled the sky.

He knew he should ignore the message. Knew, that Dennis was still almost 28 years younger than him and a student at the hospital he worked at as a chief attending. But the reminder of the silence of the past four years still weighed heavy on his heart and he simply couldn’t do it anymore.

Jumping up he flew through his apartment in desperate search for a working pen. Drawers being ripped open and contents strewn around until he finally found the stupid golden one, he had gotten for 25 years at the ER. Trembling, he placed his arm onto the drawer where he found it in and carefully wrote three words.

“Me neither - Robby”

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Trinity had just settled into her bed, when she heared hurried footsteps skidding over the hallway floor, before her door was being ripped open. Screeching like a Pterodactylus, Dennis stood there waving his arm in the air like it was on fire.

“IF YOU BROUGHT A SPIDER IN HERE, I WILL KILL YOU HUCKLEBERRY”

She might have preferred the spider after all

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN OUR 50-ISH YEAR OLD BOSS IS YOUR SOULMATE?????”

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OK I need to vent about todays episode (might delete later)! (TW Suicide. I tagged it but just to be extra sure!)

The scene between Robby and Jack has me in a chokehold. The way Robby’s voice breaks as he says "Point taken"??? And how he looks at Jack afterwards with tears in his eyes???? That man has no plans of coming back and he starts cracking and showing it and I’m so not ok.

Like, this is the face of a man who looks at his best friend, knowing full well what his suicide will do to him and it isn’t enough anymore to hold him back. The biggest reason of why he made it so far is standing right in front of him, begging him to come back and Robby knows that this time, this time it won't happen.

Then there's the fact that we’ve seen him nothing but joking around for the past episodes, but saying goodbye to Jack is what breaks him to this degree. And he just goes to Dennis right after and decides 'Fuck it, that boy gets everything I own' and literally says "If I’m not coming back you got a swinging bachelor pad".

I don’t know if he hit the point where he doesn't care anymore if other people find out, because he doesn't believe that anybody after Jack could even pull him back. Or if Jack literally made a subconscious part of Robby start reaching out and dropping hints, in hopes that somebody will stop him after all. And it feels so special, that that somebody is Dennis as he was the one who was there for him in Pedes during PittFest and it highlights their special trauma bond so perfectly!

But to come back to the Rabbot scene (because in my mind the only reason they are not canonly married, is because their suicidal asses can’t admit their feelings): Jack’s voice crack.

The way his voice not only cracks but breaks in that moment. And he watches Robby look away and smile and nod, but not fucking answer. OMG I just realised his eyes are bloodshot in that scene as well T_T

He knows what that means. He can see it and he’s literally BEGGING Robby to come back. The way he says, "You just make sure you come back. And if it gets dark, you call me." And you can hear the tears threatening to spill, because he looks at his best friend refusing to meet his eyes and smile and he knows Robby won’t come back and the call he's asking for will never happen.

Thinking back to the scene on the roof at the end of season 1 as comparison. Where we see Robby turning to look at Jack, leaning into him, talking to him and then we see this! Him avoiding Jack and being unable to let that mans emotions reach him…

I really can't imagine Jack going home and not doing anything about this. Either he's leaving that hospital and personally trashing that stupid bike, or he'll mobilize some friends to put Robby under active suicide watch!

What I'd love to see for the next episodes is Robby slipping up more and more to the people around him and it being like the scene from Ouran Highschool Host Club, where one after the other realizes what is happening with Robby.

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Chapters: 4/20 Fandom: The Pitt (TV), Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch/Dennis Whitaker, Jack Abbot/Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Jack Abbot/Michael "Robby" Robinavitch/Dennis Whitaker, Jack Abbot/Dennis Whitaker Characters: Dennis Whitaker, Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Trinity Santos, Dennis Whitaker's Family, Dennis Whitaker's Mother, Dennis Whitaker's Father, Dennis Whitaker's Brother(s), Victoria Javadi, Dana Evans, Melissa "Mel" King, Princess (The Pitt), Perlah (The Pitt) Additional Tags: Supernatural AU - Freeform, As in world only, up to season three (even if that doesn't fit the actual timeline), Hunter Dennis Whitaker, Trinity Santos and Dennis Whitaker are Roommates, Dennis Whitaker Needs a Hug, Best Friends Trinity Santos & Dennis Whitaker, Gay Dennis Whitaker, I would tag gay panic but Dennis has other things to panic about, Abusive Parents, Physical Abuse, Blood and Violence, Violence, Threats of Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, not to the main characters, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, and in the chapter so that it can be skipped, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Medical Inaccuracies, Pining Dennis Whitaker, Past Child Abuse, Michael "Robby" Robinavitch is Down Bad, Werewolf Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Supernatural Elements, Pining Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Jack Abbot Loves Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Jack Abbot is Down Bad (The Pitt), Protective Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance Summary:

Dennis had fled from his abusive family and a life of hunting supernatural things to study medicine. Losing everything on the way meant starting fresh, right? So why was his attending acting so strange all of a sudden? And what will he do if his old life suddenly appears in the ER, threatening his little makeshift family?

Robby had been a werewolf for over two decades now. There wasn't much anymore that surprised him about his furry little problem, but in the aftermath of PittFest the heightened stress, newly acquired trauma and the presence of a certain MS4 seemed to derail everything he knew about himself. Will he manage to get a grip on himself, or will HR have his ass?

Jack had just settled in his chair on the balcony for a quiet afternoon of listening to the police radio, as his phone rang. Maybe keeping the status quo has made him too comfortable and all he needed was a young hunter to get him back in the game? And maybe, along the way, he will finally be able to confess some things to Robby? --- Tags will be added as I'm writing this. Also, this fanfic is beta read! We will stay alive unilke Sam and Dean's mother in season 1!

You can find my fanart of Hunter!Dennis here

And the original post that started everything here! (Although the story will deviate from that one so it can be seen as a seperate thing xD)

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One day Dennis finds the little post-it notes that Jack had left for Robby over the course of their relationship.

They all were meticulously gathered, dated and put into a shoebox in their closet. Clearly treated with great care and love.

Dennis hadn't been snooping around. At least, he didn't intend to. He was just looking for that one band shirt, Jack had worn last week and that had looked so hot as it slightly spanned around the others middle section.

He'd been standing on his tip toes, fishing for it at the top of the closet - where his boyfriends started to hide their favourite shirts from him - when suddenly a shoebox dropped onto his head and spilled its contents all around him.

Rubbing the back of his head with an annoyed groan, Dennis looked down at his feet to discover a colorful mess decorating the carpet around his feet. There must have been hundreds of them. Post-it's over Post-it's, covered in different scribbles and neatly dated in the upper right corner.

Robby was just walking by the room when he saw Dennis kneeling in the mess, carefully cradling one note after the other with tears in his eyes. His embarrassed "Oh no, no, no" had alerted Jack, who, upon walking into the room, only needed a second to identify what Dennis was sitting in.

Chuckling, he gave Robby a slight nudge to the side. "Damn, I knew you were a romantic at heart, brother. But that you would keep them all?"

"You weren't supposed to knoooow", came the half groaned, half screeched answer, heavily muffled by the hands Robby currently had pressed over his face to hide his embarrassment

Noticing his boyfriends in the door, Dennis looked up with tears gathering in his eyes. "You kept them all? All of those little drawings????" His voice was shaking with emotions, as he pressed a note close to his heart.

"What?" Both men looked down at the blonde in confusion. Jack was the first to gather his wits and ask, "What do you mean 'drawings'?"

Dennis held up the blue post-it that he was currently holding, pointing at the wild scribbles on it. "Those are toddler drawings, aren't they? From your patients?"

Shocked, Jack breathed out an "Oh, honey, no. That's not...", but it was completely swallowed by Robby's hysterical laughter. "T- Told you, you got the worst case of doctor's handwriting ever, love", he gasped out while clapping his husband's back.

Grumbling to himself, Jack crossed his arms in front of his chest and mumbled, "As if yours is any better, love."

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Can't help but think of Hucklerabbot getting together (maybe with pre-established Rabbot) and Robby being all careful and soft with Dennis because he's so young and innocent.

Meanwhile old horndog Jack immediately clocks Dennis for the feral little thing he is and sees no reason in holding back. "He's young, brother. His bones won't turn to dust only because we manhandle him a little bit. Besides, look at him, he loves it!"

Dennis, indeed, loves it. Both extremes, because Robby makes him feel special and Jack fulfills all his dirty little fantasies that he had seen as so shameful growing up religious. He spent so long denying himself, so blame him if he wants those old men in any and every possible way from Monday to Sunday. Besides, it's way more fun to sit on that dick than on hard benches during Sunday mass ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(I just realized that sounds like they're during it AT Sunday mass. That is NOT what I meant. Unless it's something that you're into. I'm not about to yuck your yum xD)

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I've posted this first draft of my Ex-Hunter!Dennis Supernatural AU back in January, and it never let me go so I ended up writing it! Well, started to write it. I actually wanted to post the first chapters on AO3 today but alas, it is not meant to be. So you get my fanart for it instead xD

Here's the full version of the artwork and a snipped of the fanfic

"He realised early on that he didn’t like hunting and hurting others, but this, especially the medical books he found in the town library, taught him how to fix them! How to help his family when a hunt went wrong. He could finally be useful to them!

Book after book was devoured, pages copied and stuffed into his hunter bag in case he would need a more visual guide. By 14 he had lost count on how often he got to train his suture techniques, the copied manuals frail around the edges and bloody fingerprints making the illustrations barely readable. He helped assess wounds, bruises and broken bones, decided when they could ride it out and when they needed professional help.

His brothers were filling the space in between their journals with head counts and sex stories, meanwhile Dennis took notes on the monsters’ bite marks, venoms, strengths and what medical kit should be prepared beforehand when dealing with them."

(I used a reference for the suture technique drawings from a medical website and a headless pinterest photo for the pose but I couldn't find either anymore, I'm sorry ^^')

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Jack loved being in control. Loved the rush of edging his partners with little touches, whispered praises and well-timed punishments until they would beg for him to finally let them come. Loved the tingling pleasure running down his own spine, when they’d plead and cry in a mixture of needy frustration and euphoria as he fucked them through it.

- And Robby was made for it.

Even on a good day the man was reluctant to admit what he wanted – needed – to himself, and especially to others. He’d hide his insecurities and need for reassurance behind a stone wall of cockiness, sarcasm – and if ignored for too long – irritated outbursts, driving everybody around him insane. Jack would feel the charged energy in the ER upon entry and know his boyfriend was in desperate need of a good session. Parting on those days meant setting clear expectations for Robby’s behaviour at home. Telling him how he should take care of himself (warm bath, eat the healthy, homecooked meal that Jack left in their fridge) and how not (“Don’t you dare touch yourself, brother. We both know you don’t deserve it after how you behaved today.”). Jack would watch the defiant glint in Robby’s eyes, listen to his empty “Yes’s” and know he would come home to clear evidence of Robby ignoring his instructions.

Their next day off would have Robby on his knees, sweat mixing with the tears running down his cheeks as he’d gasp out, demanding for Jack to give in, to take pity on his poor back and aching knees, as Jack would bring him right to the edge over and over again, only to stop just as he would tumble over. The grip on Robby’s waist would leave bruises for days, reminding him of this, of the consequences of his bratty behaviour, how his demands and desperate grabbing for control would fall onto deaf ears in their shared bedroom.

No, Jack wouldn’t give in to demands. Wouldn’t give in to false tears and “Sir’s” laced with defiance and mockery. What Jack wanted was the moment Robby would go quiet, his eyes glazing over as demands turned to pleas, a trembling hand desperately reaching out for Jack’s hand, arm, leg – anything really – to seek comfort in his boyfriend’s presence.

Afterwards he would lie Robby down on the bed, careful to avoid the wet patch and massage his trembling legs, carefully wiping him down with a warm cloth and tell him what a good boy he was. “You just have to ask, brother. I will always give you what you need.”

When Dennis joined their relationship, Jack had quickly learned that the kid needed something else. The nervous energy contained in the small body made him shake in fear just at the thought of displeasing his boyfriends. Where Robby was defiant, Dennis was malleable. Eager to please to a fault but never in a way that would give Jack a reasonable excuse to dish out one of his usual punishments. Dennis didn’t need coaxing to give up control to Jack, he gave it willingly in every aspect of their lives. Jack would barely start to tease him and he could already watch as unshed tears would flood those big blue eyes.

No, he realised, he didn’t want Dennis to beg. He wanted him to demand.

So, the next time all three of them had a weekend off, Jack banned Robby to the chair across their bedroom. His mood swings have had an iron grip on the ER for an entire week now and this time his punishment was that he wouldn’t get to be part of Jack’s mission to take Dennis apart. Not only that, should Jack catch him touching himself he wouldn’t get to come all weekend, going back to work on Monday morning horny and desperate, like the brat deserved.

Dennis was looking up at him with confusion and desperation equally present in his big blue eyes. His hands flexing at his side, knowing he wasn’t allowed to touch until given permission, as Jack took his sweet, sweet time undressing their boy. Pale skin, covered in marks from their last tumble in bed slowly being revealed to the room. Softly tracing the handprint shaped bruise on the pale hips, Jack would whisper little praises into the soft skin of Dennis’s milky thighs. The room was filled with little gasps, needy whines and Robby’s begging to be allowed to join, to help Jack treat their boy right. But this wasn’t about their releases, this was about revealing Dennis’s true potential.

The teasing would go on for hours. Starting with fleeting, almost innocent touches gracing Dennis’s body like butterflies, turning to strong hands manhandling him into every possible position as Jack would lick him open, finger him until his toes were curling, legs trembling and cock twitching. Precum was already pooling in his navel, running down his sides as Dennis’s hoarse voice would call out for Robby. Ask for mercy from his lover and begging to be fucked by the other.

Still, Jack wouldn’t give in. The boy hadn’t safe worded yet, the question for his colour always a whimpered “green”, despite tears, snot and sweat running down his face in almost equal measures. Jack didn’t know how long they had been at it, but with every passing second their boy turned into an even bigger, beautiful sobbing mess at his hands. He hadn’t even fucked him yet. Wouldn’t do it until the boy cracked and demanded it. Licking his lips he looked down at the angrily flushed cock in his hand, gave it another little tuck before letting go completely. The whine he got in return was filled with frustration, so low it could have been a growl.

Chuckling low, Jack made eye contact with Dennis, ready to tell him what a needy little thing he was, begging for his greedy little hole to be filled, only for the words to die on his lips. Those blue eyes, still shimmering with tears, were now fixated on him with a cold, angry glare. For a second Jack wondered if he had gone too far - the next he was on his back, lap full with one very frustrated med student, as his cock was roughly pulled out of his slacks and immediately surrounded by hot, velvety heat. Groaning, he couldn’t do more but grab onto strong thigs, as he was ridden within an inch of his life. The pace was punishing and too much for his, prior to this completely ignored, cock. “D-Dennis, pl-pleas-ah! Slow doooowwwn-ah!”

He tried to grab the boy’s waist to slow his pace, but instead his hands were snatched from the air and pressed into the pillow above his head. Since when was the boy this strong???

Now it was Jack’s turn to writhe and moan, unable to free his wrists from the death grip, but enjoying the struggle nonetheless. He could already feel the bruises forming, a moan ripping out of his chest and cock twitching at the thought of his co-workers seeing them. Turning his head to the side, he made eye contact with Robby across the room. Brown eyes blown wide and a hand stuffed into his pants, furiously jerking himself off to the sight of his boyfriend being taken apart by their much younger partner.

Dennis’s thrusts grew erratic, a sign of how close he already was if the whimpering hadn’t been telling enough. The tight heat massaging his cock had Jack not far behind, switching to thrusting his hips ups, meeting Dennis in the middle. Slick sounds filled the room, sweltering heat surrounding them as all three of them chased their release.

Dennis came first. Hours of teasing and edging had him screaming on Jacks cock, dropping onto the man’s chest in a shaky mess, as he filled the space between them with sticky cum.

Jack wasn’t far behind. Now finally able to pull his hands free, he immediately grabbed onto Dennis’s round ass, holding him in place as he jackrabbited his cock up into the pliable hole until he came deep inside with a low groan.

For a moment, they were just holding each other. Heavy breathing the only thing filling the air between them, as the cooling sweat slowly turned into an uncomfortable sensation. In his postcoital bliss, Jack barely registered the breathy “Oh fuck” from across the room, followed by soft moans.

“I – ha- hope you know, that was your last orgasm for the foreseeable – ha – future, brother.”

[trickster707]

So we all agree that "Amy" is just Dennis's codeword for his hot older boyfriend?

Although, someone should have told them that a "secret" relationship normally takes place behind closed doors xD

[trickster707]

I love the idea of sugar daddy Robby who has his own townhouse / upper class apartment, BUT at the same time my brainworms are working overtime, telling me that this man is too depressed to buy himself nice things.

Just imagine, Dr. Robby who’s doesn't think he deserves nice things. Why should he? He’s losing patients daily, has to watch families fall apart because he couldn’t save their sister, husband, daughter. Dr. Robby, who knows the name of every unclaimed corpse he ever had to watch being cremated.

And he would watch them being cremated, because nobody else would and nobody deserved to have their ashes be thrown into a mass grave without anybody saying goodbye.

And I don't think it would end there. Maybe one day there was a young man brought in. Something as "simple" as a heart attack. But it had taken too long to get him to the ER and even though they saved him, he was left as good as brain-dead. Nothing but a corpse kept alive by machines.

When his wife came in, she had two small daughters by her side, the youngest barely in elementary school - and it had been his job to convince the woman to do the humane thing and let her husband die.

How could he deserve anything nice, when he knew these young children would never be able to pay for their higher education? And that the mother would work multiple jobs for the next decades just to pay the medical bills and raise her children?

So, he would pay it. Set up a fund for the kids from his own savings account and pay the hospital bills in secret.

And he would do it over and over and over again. A wheelchair for a guy that would never walk again after a car crash, the burial of a young woman, the expensive physical therapy for an athlete, the life saving procedure for a little boy, the medication for a terminally ill man, and so many, many hospital bills.

Whatever was left from his monthly pay check would pay for cheap, quick meals and a small, dirty flat in the worst part of town. What does he care if anybody breaks in? It's not like he owns anything of worth. Besides, if he gets murdered on his way home it would only save him the hassle of doing the deed himself.

(Hucklerobby incoming! Sorry not sorry! Oh and more angst, be warned lol)

And then there’s Dennis. Clever, compassionate and kind Dennis, who was there for him when he broke down. Who came back after the worst shift of his life and would still look at Robby as if he hung the stars in the sky.

Maybe this time Trinity didn’t find him after their first day. Maybe the 8th floor got reopened, so he'd be back on the street. He followed a group of homeless people, who found an abandoned building to crash in and it's like right next door to Robby's flat and they made eye contact across the street and Robby can't possibly let this promising student sleep in front of his door so he takes him in.

And maybe they kept living together in this now very cramped apartment, but it works and they find their routine! It's honestly nice to not be alone anymore and Dennis knows how to cook these amazing meals, so Robby starts putting some money away to fill the pantry with real ingredients and fresh vegetables. Mostly because the scrawny kid needs some nourishment! (But he also has to admit, that it’s easier to work with three full hearty meals a day, instead of being halfway to developing scurvy.)

It all works so well, up until it is Dennis who gets robbed at knife point on his way home.

Maybe Robby was held up at hand-over, or was having a chat with Jack during shift change, so they didn't walk home together for once and then it happened.

The robber got so enraged by Dennis not having any valuables, that he actually stabbed him.

In his fury to find another victim with actual valuables, he made the effort to pull the knife back out, leaving Dennis crumbled on the street desperately trying to stop the bleeding. Some of his homeless friends find him not even five minutes later and call an ambulance that brings him right back to the Pitt.

Robby was just about to say goodbye to Jack, when the night shift head nurse calls out an incoming young man with a stab wound after a robbery. He got this sinking feeling of premonition in this stomach as he heard the sirens coming closer and stayed long enough to watch Dennis being brought in. The blonde looked so small and pale on that gurney and Robby suddenly felt panic rise in his chest. HE was meant to be the one stabbed on his way home. HE was risking his life, but he never wanted to risk Dennis's! So why was it him now-

He would sit a Dennis's bed when he wakes up. Hold the pale hand while crying and apologise over and over again. The truth would spill from his lips, how he used the chance of this happening in a fucked-up way of suicide ideation. How, on more than one night, he had hoped it would happen to him, but never, never to Dennis. How sorry he was and that he would make it up to him and-

And Dennis would yell at him. For being a selfish fucking idiot, for not considering how Dennis – and the rest of the Pitt- would have felt if he came in after being stabbed or shot. How Jack would have felt losing his best friend on his shift!

The yelling would probably catch the night shift attendings attention and, when he heard what Dennis was screaming about, he would also lose it. Both of them ripping into Robby for wanting to leave them and risking his life like that.

There would be a lot of talking, making up and promises of going to therapy. Somewhere in between Dennis would admit that he was in love with this stupid old man and they would kiss over it, just happy that they still had each other and nobody had died.

And maybe, maybe Robby learned that it was ok to take some of the money from his pay checks to rent a flat in a nicer part of town, get some kitchen appliances that don't pose a risk of burning the house down in the middle of the night or threaten them with carbon monoxide poisoning. Maybe they could even get one of those memory foam mattresses and a TV in their bedroom and go on dates every now and then?

Robby would still spend the majority of his money to help patients in need, but he would also make sure to put a little bit aside each month to be able to afford taking Dennis to this really nice restaurant just out of town. He had planned it for right after Dennis's graduation. A celebration of him becoming a doctor, getting that residency spot at the ER and....maybe he would finally gather the courage to give the kid his other present. A gold ring he had bought the night Dennis got out of the hospital, because Robby knew he did not want to spend another day without the boy in his life.

(And because I’m a Hucklerabott shipper through and through there’s an alternative ending:)

Jack would overhear Dennis ripping Robby a new one in Central 8 and join, because what do you mean? You’re living where??? Are you crazy??? "¿Sos o te haces?"

Two days later Robby and Dennis would sit on Jacks couch, watching as the queen-sized bed gets replaced with a king sized one to fit them all three. Jack was adamant about not leaving them out of his sight, or they would end up hurt again - also, ‘Therapy, for the both of you!’

Dennis wasn’t quite sure why he was included in that, but he strongly suspected it was because he discharged himself out of the hospital without telling any of the two, so that he could start his shift the next morning. To his defence, he really didn’t have the money to pay for a longer stay! (Robby already paid for it. He pays for all his students medical care)

[trickster707]

Ladies, gentlemen and fellow non-binary nerds of all constellations, I will resume with my age gap yaoi (The Pitt) content in a hot minute! I just need to leave my belated Valentine’s present for my fellow Mystic Messenger friends here <3

I got sick for Valentine’s Day and craved something wholesome to keep my spirits up and as usual that meant going back to my comfort fandom! Still didn’t manage to finish it in time, but I hope I can be forgiven lolol