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I'm a full adult coming back to tumblr after yearrrrs NO AI USED ON THIS ACCOUNT dyslexic af but we try.

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Ringcamera Hucklerobby AU masterlist!

thought I'd put them all together,

this au is one where robby has a ringcamera that records whenever there's movement infront of his door. dennis leaves messages whenever he goes and checks/stays at the house.

It's not linear, and the hucklerobby isn't established but they are very much into eachother but haven't clocked it yet (dennis) or doesn't want to do anything about it (robby).

although dennis knows that robby is going through a hard time, he has such faith in robby that this trip will give him the respite he needs and will be better when he is back.

whereas robby has gone on this trip to end it and has no plan to come back. (I don't do sad endings so no robby death happening) but his pov s get a bit dark.

Enjoy <3

Mood board

First Post

First Night Shift - dennis pov

Dennis and Trin Drunk - mainly robby pov

Mrs Marshell Escapades - dennis pov

Robby Needing Dennis - robby pov

Little Bit Delirious Little Bit Flirty - dennis pov

Call From Home - dennis pov

Music Taste - dennis pov

Drunken Night (part 1) - robby pov

Drunken Night (part 2) - robby pov

A Little High - dennis pov

Gossip - bonus mel/frank pov

Campsite- robby pov

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Dennis being the only one that can get through robbys bullshit.

People used to rely on jack to give robby a bit of mind, to calm him down, but they have history, history where robby knows he can push until its too much even for Jack.

we have dennis, who is (canonly) witty and sassy, and has learnt to speak his mind. So when he is essentially 'telling robby off' it's with a smile and soft coos, but his words biting and blunt. Eye contact intense.

They get through to robby quicker than anything.

The first time it happens, people wait for the backlash, wait for robby to be more of brat, more mean, more shouting, but it works. He nods and gets on with it.

So soon, its dennis who people go to when robby is being too much.

And when dennis gives a telling off, with a slight glare and no smile, everyone and robby know he is in deep shit.

Robby gets pats on the back with 'good luck' 'nice knowing ya cap' 'well done idiot' and 'peace be with you'

He is quick to shut his mouth up for the rest of the shift when that happens.

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Apocalyptic Hucklerabbot ft: holistic/fae(?) Dennis - part 5

Part 4

Moodboard

"So I have a room with two beds, or you can take the double?" Dennis asks simply while walking through the door of his 'patient room' to the hall that connects the rooms to a large open space of the living area.

Robby and Jack look at eachother trying to find any malicious teasing from Dennis, whenever the two are touchy with eachother, especially after the deadones arrived, they often get berated, comments made, damn right slurred at.

But Dennis had spoken and had the energy that it was just a comment. And Jack and Robby would feel safer closer together.

Robby nods to Dennis while following. He has his arm lightly over Jack's shoulder to give him extra support, even with the crutch.

Jack is taking in the whole cabin. Its's big, lot of open space, Dennis has things everywhere. There's suncatchers in near enough every window, flowers hanging along the walls and some just from the ceiling, there's tree root growing around the edges of the rooms.

There's also wooden decorations, with twine and dried flowers tied in at any door entry, Dennis also has chalk on the floor.

In the living space infront of the fireplace in there, there's a pile of books on the floor with some more jars of liquid, one looks like its glowing, with charcoal and crystals scattered, Jack thinks there's something that looks like bone is in a bowel. It's been left like Dennis had left it to go back to in the morning.

Jack also notes any door, windows, entry, and exit points. Anything that could be used as a weapon. However, he is dead tired, so he is more intrigued for seeing where they'll be sleeping.

"So here is the bathroom, I have running water, and there should still be some hot water. It'll stay warm all night but not hot once the fire goes out.

Kitchen is through there. Please help yourself to anything if you get hungry. But it is almost all pantry stuff. My 'fridge' stuff is stored outside.

And here is my, well the room you two will be in"

There's no door but a thick curtain with beads. Dennis pushes it fully aside to show the room.

It's big, but full. There's tree branch growing up the wall, which is working as a bookshelf, it's holding more than just books. There's candles and incense with dried fowers in small glasses that are chipped or scratched, ones you'd find at the edge of a river but normally find no use for.

There's also books on the floor, and at the sides of the room, some fiction, most non-fiction. There's classics too. Robby is jealous instantly. There isn't much space to keep many books in hand while surviving in derelict citys with deadones. Dennis' cabin probably could be considered a library with how many he has.

In the window are layers of thin material that are flowing in the storm winds -

"I like the fresh air, so I have the window open most of the time"

- the material is so thin that you can still make out the forest all around, just about seeing the fireflies that hover outside.

The bed is the main piece of the room however, it's probably on par with a king in size, there's blankets and pillows everywhere, a thick duvet also has been pushed aside, it's looks extremely comfortable, the headboard is just more tree, that Dennis has placed a glass of water in, a tea light candle, there's a couple books there too. Above the bed is more upside down dried flowers. These ones have rocks and crystals hanging on them with twine.

There's rugs on the floor too, they over lap but add to the comfy vibe that Dennis has made his room.

The smell is beautiful, too. Both Robby and Jack have never smelt anything like it. There's the fresh wet forestry smell from the open window and a leftover of lavender, but there's a smell of old brick and ancient air. The kind you find in cathedrals. There's a natural herb scent too, almost minty, but with some sage. It's fresh and calming.

Both men are taking in the room, in their own time, Dennis gets a little anxious when neither of them say anything or move any closer,

"I know it's a little messy, but I don't.. erm. Normally, give out my room as an option?" Dennis mumbles the last bit towards the floor, but the other two are close enough to hear. "You can take the room with two beds, if you want, it's all cleared and has fresh bedding.

Not that this bedding isn't fresh!

I hang them out near enough every day, and these were washed a couple days ago, but I can grab new stu-?"

"Where are you sleepin" Abbot cuts off tiredly, he appreciates all that Dennis has done, he just kinda wants to sleep, but he has to know Dennis will be staying in an evenly nice place, if these two oldies are taking his bed.

"Oh, I'll be up there" Dennis replies pointing up, as Robby and Jack glance up confused, "I have a space above the cabin, its smaller but super cozy, its kinda above this room but mostly the kitchen.

I like to give anyone who does stay here some space, but also close enough incase anything happens" Dennis has a little awkward smile on his face while tapping his knuckles into the palm of his other hand.

It's then that Robby and Jack take in what Dennis is wearing.

He has a large faded red t shirt on that has the neck cut to be larger, and shorts with a tartan pattern, they reach mid thigh, the gown he has on flows to the floor and hangs off one shoulder, his hair is quite messed up too. They do see a little plait with a crystal tied in, just behind his ear.

For looking so unput together, he is flawless. Both men think to themselves.

They both also realise they must have woken Dennis up to help them.

"Thank you, Dennis, truly. Please get some rest now." Robby says while stepping into the room, helping Jack onto the bed,

"Thank you again." Jack echos quieter and already falling back.

Dennis nods as he heads to the door,

"Call me if you need anything. And please also get as much rest as you guys need too"

With that, Dennis closes the curtain door. With the beads creating a satisfying clicking against each other.

When they hear Dennis climb the stairs and patter upstairs before settling, the two stare at each eother.

"We haven't slept in a bed in months, Mikey," Jack bemoans out while stretching in the bed. The smell they were hit with upon entering is centred in the bedding. "And together no less." Jacks eyes are shut, and his breathing deepens. Even if Dennis surprised them with being an evil creature and kills them in the night, at least Jack will die to the hand of someone beautiful and in the comfyist bed he has ever laid in.

Robby knocks Jacks leg, the one not wrapped up, "Come on, let's get changed. I'll take the first watch?"

Jack huffs before slowing sitting up, his soft eyes looking up at Robby, who was already down to his boxers and half way though putting a clean, thick top on.

"Wanna help me out, big guy? Don't think I can change myself, " Jack asks lazily while taking in Robbys more exposed body in front of him.

Robby snorts a low laugh, shaking his head, but also gripping Jacks other clothes.

Once they are both dressed, Jack tucked up and Robby against the headboard, with a random book he picked from one of the many piles, it's The Three Musketeers, it's got some water damage but also has been well loved.

They both finally fully relax, a small candle lighting up the room, the storm outside calming down but still letting itself known. And Jacks small snores surrounding the space.

It's not Robbys fault he also falls asleep before letting Jack take over the watch. He will just have to hope the type of creature Dennis is isn't one to kill them in their sleep.

He isn't.

Part 6?

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The first time after dennis and robby have sex, dennis has a shaky grip on robbys arm holding him in place. Robbys thick fingers were slowly fucking his cum back into dennis. Whenever he seems to go take them out, dennis whines and grips him harder.

"Noooo please stay. Dn'wanna be empty"

Because that's what it feels like. Robby is big. Bigger than dennis has ever taken. Big to the point it took way over half hour of slowly fucking his way into dennis to get all the way in. And even then he had to stay in place for another 20 for dennis' body to accept the stretch.

Dennis fucking loved every second.

But now, in the aftermath, he doesn't want to ever feel that empty.

His face is covered in tears, lips bitten to the point of bleeding. All he wants is to be filled by robby again.

But he'll take his fingers over nothing.

So he whines and begs and looks at robby with pupils blown and face red.

He is floating pretty deep.

And keeps those fingers in him. Robby finds rhythm of fucking into that one spot, slowly, leisurely watching his boys reaction. The way his stomach tenses and thighs shake. More wetness everywhere.

Robby realises he too, doesn't wanna leave. He's going to stay right here till his boy begs him to fuck him again. Or until he gets lax enough to take him without the slow prep, but he can wait.

His boy is worth it.

The fic that inspired this

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Love love love people making/talking about 'Obession' Hucklerobby fanfic/scenarios where once the wishes is made NOTHING changes.

I eat that shit up.

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Apocalyptic Hucklerabbot ft: holistic/fae(?) Dennis AU -part 4

Part 3

Moodboard

Dennis drags the stool to the workstation, pulling up along to where Jack has his leg rested. The prosthetic is still on, gleaming in the candle and fire light where the original metalwork is, there are also muted and tarnished screws, detailing, and some cogs, too.

"I've never seen a prosthetic before," Dennis states, looking it over, pretty impressed with the workings. A few of the books he has collected over time had teachings and understandings of prosthetics. He has only truly seen them in drawings or photos.

He moves his gaze just above the metal, to where there's flimsy gauze wrapped around where Jacks leg ends. Dennis can already see how red and irritated the skin is.

"You are a doctor, right?" Robby comments looking more unsure after Dennis' last statement.

"Hm.

I do intend to help and heal people Robby" is Dennis' reply, while looking up at him over the table, "I was very sheltered as a child. Then didn't start helping people until after the deadones arrived"

Robby suppresses a shiver, Dennis didn't confirm or deny his question.

"Any amputations I have had witness to, never had a prosthetic on the end, or I was sewing it up." his eyes have returned to Jacks leg, checking from all angles.

"Is it okay to remove the leg and wrap please? It will help me see the whole scope of it." He asks softly, making eye contact with Jack. He can sense how much Jack doesn't want to be vulnerable around him.

Jack lets out a heavy sign, closing his eyes and nodding. He reaches down before Dennis or Robby could try and help.

The metal detaches with a few clicks, both Dennis and Robby ignore jacks groans of pain, for his sake. When it's off, Robby places it further down the workstation, so Dennis has room to work.

Jack heaves a breath, readying himself to take the wrap off. Dennis moves his head more into Jack's eyeline, "May I?" He asks quietly, hands hovering a little over the gauze.

Jack nods before leaning back and closing his eyes.

As Dennis unwraps his leg, more and more of the akin shows to be irritated, and the closer to where the prosthetic clings to, the deeper the colour of bruises there is.

Dennis is calm as he is exposed to more of Jacks pain. The leg from mid thigh down is swollen, worse at the connection. There is a cut where a part of the metal dug through the gauze, Dennis focuses on it. Working out if it needs stitches or not.

"What's the diagnosis, doc? Do you need to cut more of my leg off?" Jack mutters out as Dennis has got up to collect what he needs. Robby lets out a snort into his tea at the comment.

"Well Abbot, it's nothing that extreme.

It's good you came when you did however. As there is a skin sore that is borderline infected that I want to focus on. Along with the cut on the side. I am still debating stitches."

Dennis has collected a few jars of salves, a bottle with a dark green liquid in. He is also getting some big leaves. Nodding and talking to himself,

"Yes, garlic will be good.

Thyme too.

Should I use coconut or aloe?"

Robby and Jack pick up a few words, giving each other a look. They knew the 'witch' s doctoring wasn't the norm but,

"This is sounding like a meal Dennis, not going to cook us up now, are you?" Robby asks in tease, but deep down, actually questioning.

Dennis laughs the question off, the sound of bells ring throughout the cabin.

"No, no sirs.

Just natural remedies that have proved to work again and again. "

Dennis has settled himself back next to the leg, with a clothe and a bowel of water. Softly, he wipes any blood, sweat, and debris away. Even more gently, over the cut and skin sores.

He dabs on a salve with a garlic smell over the sores, another with some herb in over the bruises. There's an oil, too with a fresh, almost minty scent that Dennis delicately massages into any part that is swollen.

Robby watched the almost intimate exchange. This is the first time he can say he has ever seen such care any 'doctor' has had with Jack. The look on Jacks face is one of pure relaxation, the added tea making him drowsy. Robby is kinda jealous.

Dennis covers the cut with another salve before sealing it in with one of the leaves. Deciding it wasn't big enough for a stitch.

He starts to wrap with a new fresh gauze.

"So, your main issue is the sores and swelling. Which go hand in hand.

You will have to keep the prosthetic off for at least a week please.

And keep as elevated as much as possible. And rest. That will help a lot"

Dennis explains while tidying up. He can sense that Jack is having one of those eye contact conversations with Robby, so he takes the now empty mugs to the kitchen to give them some privacy.

"How the fuck am I supposed to go around without my leg Mikey?

And 'keep it elevated'!? How is that meant to happen out there in a shitting apocalypse?" Although Jack is stressing in anger, it's not at Robby, and it's whispered out so Dennis won't hear.

"I know, I know, but we'll figure it out, Jack. We always do. " Robby has come to the side of Jack, stroking his grey curls back. "I got you, brother."

When Dennis comes back in, he stares at how fond and soft the two are with each other. Robby is still stroking Jacks hair, but his other hand is now grasped onto Jacks. Dennis looks in longing.

When he does notice that Jack has swung himself on the workstation, his legs dangling off the edge, like he is about to ready himself to try and walk with no support.

"Oh! Ah. Don't move, please, I'll be one second!" Dennis quickly rushes out as he turns and patters away. The two hear a door open, and the sound of the storm gets louder. A gust of wind flows into the cabin, the scent of petrichor heavy.

Again not one candle unlights.

Dennis comes rushing back in, with a huge wooden staff in hand. Roughly the height of his shoulder, it twists and is thick. It looks stable and firm. The top has a socket with softened edges.

"Here, use this while you're here, I know it's not the crutches you are probably used to, but it'll help"

Dennis' eyes are gleaming as he hands out the staff. Looking between the two men.

When the both of them are hesitating to answer, "Is it okay? I can find a different one tomorrow? But this one is perfect for your height"

"You want us to stay? Here?" Robby is first to ask.

Dennis looks confused at the question, "Well yeah. I did say Abbot would need to stay off the leg for at least a week. And can't lie, I would like to observe your leg over the next few days, " he says, looking to Jack, his head tilted to the side. Jack looking back a little baffled.

"Did you think I was going to send you two back out there?"

When Dennis only receives silence, he splutters. "What? It's not safe out there. it's nightfall!

Yes, the deadones venture into the forest, but you're safest here. In this cabin."

Dennis is pacing while explaining,

"I have the space, and medicines and care."

He stops mid pace and turns to them, eye widening.

"Unless you want to go? Which you can, but I would wait at least until sunrise, and I do really suggest you not moving around until the swellings gone -" the windchimes rattle more, and candles flicker as he goes deeper into rant.

As he continues the vent, Jack and Robby share an amused look at each other. This beautiful untrusting creature of a man is concerned about these two oldies?

Jack smirks sleepily at Robby. Well, just like Robby said, it got figured out.

"Hey Dennis" Jack says quietly, he does just want to lie down at this point.

"We'll stay. If you'll have us. Just till I can be up and running again, yeah?" Jack still needed his boundaries. He still doesn't fully trust Dennis to stay too long, but his gut tells him it's safe and something deeper longs to stay.

Dennis settles hearing that, breathing out a sigh.

"Yeah. Yeah, that works perfectly. I'll show you around a little, then we can all get some sleep, huh?"

Part 5

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some severely self-indulgent ftm whitaker and butch santos headcanons

because i yearn so desperately for irl queer and trans friends to do this kind of stuff with

he/him dennis, she/he (with the occasional they) trinity

trinity cuts dennis’s hair because he hates the anxiety of going to get a haircut. he tries to return the favor when she mentions wanting a short wolf cut. they end up having to go somewhere to get it fixed after, trinity walks in with a hat and hoodie covering her head

trinity prefers wearing a binder, and dennis has to remind her when to take breaks. dennis prefers taping, and trinity learns how to do it with him and will offer help when he mentions needing to re-tape

trinity pays the majority for his top surgery, and takes time off work to ensure a safe recovery. dennis does the same when she gets hers (though she makes sure he doesn’t feel bad about not being able to pitch in money-wise)

trinity does his t shots for him because he hates putting the needle in himself. dennis offers to fully leave the apartment the first time she mentions taking a low dose t gel and needing a minute alone to let it dry

dennis isn’t fond of nicknames that are just modified versions of his name, that’s part of the reason he likes Huckleberry. trinity prefers anything to her full name

whitsantos who try to get into sports, and end up becoming PWHL fans. they really like the Victoire, but are keeping an eye on the San Jose expansion team this year

whitsantos who are both very minimalistic when it comes to self care products. trinity does it out of dysphoria, but dennis is genuinely just that uncaring when it comes to putting the bare minimum amount of lotion on his face after a shower

whitsantos who get referred to as “the boys” by people at the pitt. dana is the one that starts it, which means a lot because trinity is most nervous when expressing himself in front of her (#mommyissues)

whitsantos who call each other “brother” similar to the way robby and abbot do (qpr rabbot mention)

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Apocalyptic Hucklerabbot ft: holistic/fae(?) Dennis AU -part 3

Part 2

Moodboard

"Hm."

Robby lets out while staring at the workstation.

It's a big stone boulder, flat to lay on but also covered in a green/dark pink and slightly brown surface. He is frowning while glancing between the station, Jack, and the 'witch'.

Dennis passes the weight of Jack more onto Robby as he moves a stool out of the way. When he turns back to help Jack onto the table, he notices Robbys speculation.

"Oh!, it's totally safe. It's just moss, sphagnum moss, to be exact. It's got a lot of antibacterial properties, plus it's pretty soft.

Perfect for a healing bench." Dennis assures them slowly. Wanting to make sure he doesn't miss any information that'll make them feel any more uncomfortable than the two men already are.

There's a fireplace in the corner, burning softly, sending warmth through the room.

As Dennis and Robby get to work on getting Jack onto the table, Dennis explains,

"You can put your jackets up there. They'll dry off quicker. Also, Robby, you can sit down if you want. I'll get us some tea before getting into the nitty gritty of it all?"

He had pointed to what looks to be branches growing but of the cabin walls in a perfect hook for hanging, just to the right of the fireplace. And nodding to a couple of tree stump looking chairs in the opposite corner, they had more moss on them, this time with flowers along the 'arms' of the chair too.

"This okay Abbot?" Dennis asks, with a hand patting the work station just next to where he has stiffly sat himself.

"..yeah.

Thank you." his voice is low and tired. It's been a long night, and the 'witch' hasn't even started yet.

"Okay, i'Il leave you some privacy to get rid of your trousers or pull them up so I can see what l'm fully working with while I get the teas.

I'll knock before coming back in, " he demonstrates, knocking on the wall as he walks toward the door they just entered.

"Do you trust him?" Jack asks quietly, looking at Robby. He is helping Jack get his jacket off, his own already hanging up.

Robbys hand is then hovering over his leg. A quick nod from Jack lets Robby know to unzipp his trouser leg, where it can be turned into shorts and softly pulling the material down over the prosthetic.

He hisses quietly.

Robby makes sure he has settled again before sighing and rubbing a hand through his hair.

"Not fully. But I do think he'll help, and that's all we need right now"

He steps over to the chairs and lowers into one. Grunting as he almost sinks in. It's almost pleasurable how comfortable it is, after days of sleeping on floors or perching against a building or a tree. The chair feels like a cloud.

"He wasn't wrong about the moss. It is soft, " Robby mentions, trying to lighten the mood a little.

"Ha ha Mikey." Jack replies bluntly, but is also relaxing into his own makeshift seat/bed.

Dennis knocks firmly a couple of times with his elbow while carrying the three mugs in his hands. As Robby comes and opens the door, he is quick to take one from his hands.

Dennis mutters a thank you with a nod.

He passes another mug to Jack. They are oddly shaped, but the colour on them is bright and layered. Jack is reminded of those sand art keychains he saw in a zoo gift shop as a child.

The one Robby is holding is similar but with a different pattern and a dent in the side.

Dennis' own is metal, lilac, and looks like a small watering can, but without the neck and snout.

"It's a green tea with some florals in, I also added some honey to sweeten it, hope it's okay for you two."

"Thank you," the two reply in unison. It makes Dennis look between them, letting out a chuckle. The men looked so nonchalant, as if it happens often for them.

Dennis takes a sip and then places his tea on the bench table that runs along the wall. There are little shelfs and nooks full of herbs, salves, and liquids. There's a few bunches of flowers hanging upside down and dried.

In the very corner is a large copper sink that Dennis washes his hands in.

He turns with a small clap, "Now that we are settled and warming up, let's have a look at what I'm working with."

Part 4

I actually had to split up this part cause I kept typing. So part 4 will be out sooooon also the pinterest board has what the mugs look like :)

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Dennis being into music like deftones, nirvana, korn even. Means a lot to me. Like I feel he has range with music taste.

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Scrolling tumblr as foreplay before AO3 send tweet.

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Apocalyptic Hucklerabbot ft: holistic/fae(?) Dennis - part 2

Part 1

Moodboard

"We're not going to find him Mikey"

"Shut the fuck up. We are"

"It's nightfall. You know he doesn't work during the night- ah fuck"

"Jack. We are going to find him"

Both of the men are panting and grunting at each other. Robby is pretty much holding Jack up through the rough terrain. The storm not helping at all, making their search for the 'witch' all that harder.

Dennis earlier knew there would be a storm tonight and put out extra protections, double-checked the coups and his roofing. He also put a wooden bucket out in his meadow to collect the storm water that sits perfectly under moonlight.

He had a rose and chamomile tea before bed, chewed on some cloves, and sparked a lavender incense by a crack in his bedroom window before setting off to sleep.

It's deep into the night, he awakes feeling a presence nearby.

As he gets up, putting a gown on and stretching, his leg protests a little. There's an ache where there wasn't one before.

He hums while lighting candles around the cabin. Also, setting up his stove area for the tea.

Putting the crushed green leaves in, debating on adding turmeric and ginger. Or maybe even some passionflower.

He adds in all, perfectly, so the herbs balance with each other. Giving it a stir three times clockwise, he leaves it the brew while grabbing two mugs, hesitating a little before getting another out. Not one mug matching the other.

When he opens his door to the porch, he lets the air flow through him and into the cabin. It's fresh and cold. Making his lungs feel anew.

As the winds flow into the cabin, not one candle blows out.

He alights the oil burner that hangs next to his front door before sitting on the steps that lead up to his porch. He is covered from the rain but feels the spray of it nonetheless.

He smiles at the fireflies that have braced the storm to come say hello as he waits.

It's not too long before there's two figures at the edge of the wood where the density of the woodland starts to thicken.

Dennis squints, checking if its not a couple of them, but he feels no fear, just a little apprehension from them.

As they get closer, Dennis studies them.

The taller one has a rifle over his shoulder, a thick jacket and matching thick cargos with attached holsters holding all kinds. He is holding up the shorter man, which Dennis can't see any weapons on him in the quick once-over he does but can feel that the man is well trained and protected.

He is also limping so badly, the taller one is pretty much dragging him.

They are mumbling to each other, voices not picking up over the storm until they are close enough.

"See, I told you."

"Fuck off"

Dennis stands, giving them each small smile, before glancing over the shorter ones leg.

"We need your help.

Please"

It's strained but desperate. Like the men don't like asking for help but are in a situation where they don't have another choice.

He makes eye contact with them both before nodding his head to a wooden storage box in front of his porch.

"I'm not sure if you have heard, but there's no weapons here.

It'll be great if you could place them in there please"

His voice is soft, sweet even. Both Robby and Abbot get hit with a warmth that almost feels nostalgic, the voice ringing in their ears like little bells.

When the words settle in, Jack freezes. He knew of the rumours but doesn't want to get rid of his weapons.

"Mikey.." his voice gruff, looking over the beautiful creature in front of him, unsure if he wants to truly disarm himself.

He makes deep eye contact with the 'man' on the porch steps, blue as deep oceans, they look as if they are sparkling. Abbot shakes his head. It's probably just the reflection from the fireflies that circle him.

"Come on. We need to get your leg looked out. He is our only choice. It's also nighttime. We don't really have another option"

Robby is now staring deeply into Jack's eye, almost pleading with him, its as if they are having a conversation with just their eyes.

Abbot huffs and nods once. He lets Robby lean him against the bannister of the porch stairs while Robby takes off his weapons and places them in the box. When he is finished, he stands in front of Abbot, holding a hand out.

"Come on"

Jack looks at Robby before turning his head to look at the 'witch' again,

"I do really want to help, but please. No weapons. Especially in my home" Dennis says while gesturing behind him.

As much as Dennis can see these men don't want to be away from their own protections, he can tell they are strong. They are bigger than him, and they have the advantage in numbers.

His gut is telling him to trust these men (something deeper in his soul, is also reaching towards them)

But his rules are rules. His safety comes first.

It's three minutes of Abbot taking off secret weapons he had on his body and passing to Robby to place in the box before the two of them turn to the steps and make their way up.

Dennis has come around to Jacks other side to help him up, "Im Dennis, I'm going to take you in and place you on the workstation to get a better look at your leg. I can't lie to you, it looks uncomfortable, but I assure you it's soft."

"Abbot. Jack Abbot" he grunts out while feeling a little relief from the help on both sides,

"I'm Micheal Robinavitch, people call me Robby".

Dennis gives them both a small smile "Hello, Abbot, Robby. I hope I can help you in no time"

Part 3

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Apocalyptic au with holistic/fae(?) dennis!

He and his mama run away from his father and brothers due to abuse. And the both of them start living kinda off grid?

They make due by making their own crops and building little coups for chickens, maybe a goat or two.

They also make medicines and remedies from all that is around them in the woods, along with what they have grown themselves.

Making and mending clothes.

Knowing what the weather will be just by looking at the sky and breathing in the air.

Knowing that there is something more than just them in this world. And that themselves are not quite 100% human.

Dennis still having an interest in doctoring and getting any medical/learning/encyclopedia books he can when they do visit any towns.

Maybe they travelled a bit at first before situating into a cabin with their little farm for themselves.

When the apocalypse happens, dennis' ma dies (for the plot yaknow) when she does an outing to find some more materials.

So dennis aims to help as many people as he can whenever he goes out during daylight.

there's not as many of them out during daytime.

Helping and aiding those in need wherever he can.

He is soon known as the 'witch' who lives in the wood. You find him or he finds you, just from his intuition.

Nightfall, he is at the cabin. Stays in. Its safer that way.

He has protections around his land, physically and spiritually.

Those with bad intentions never quite find him. Like his cabin is a blindspot in their peripheral.

If someone is to visit him, there is a no guns or weapons rule on his land. Even having wooden boxes around for those to place their weapons in.

Somehow, they never get taken, and when people get them back, they are in better condition than when they left them.

His cabin has windchimes and dried flowers hanging, flowers growing out of the window sills. There's always fireflies around when it gets to twilight.

There's almost a tune of music around his cabin, made simply from nature harmonising with dennis.

Smth smth maybe hucklerobby maybe hucklerabbot <3

I suck at world building but love an au.

Uh oh I did a part 2

And a moodboard

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Not me writing a new au and it doesn't? Save? Thanks? Tumblr? Love you so much! That was just what I asked for!

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Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed more fics that incorporate robbys bike more. Like it's actually so hot.

I want him talking about his bike, checking it, photos on and with it. Him having certain boots cause he rides and knowing what gear he needs

Like fuck me please.

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Lollll I hatw that i was just thinking of my own sabbatical (iykyk) but I'm now reading a hucklerobby text fic. So all is good now :)

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A little dom bottom dennis sub top robby to try and get into smut writing. I like pathetic robby <3

Robby craves praise as much as he gives it. He projects in almost everything he does.

Touching Dennis, the way he talks to Dennis, fucking looks at him. It's all projection. And craving.

Which finds him here.

His own bed. Lying down.

With Dennis on top of him. Moaning out-

"Ah, such a good boy Mikey"

Fuck. It sends hot flames all over Robby. His face hot and back sweaty. He needs to clench his eyes shut from the glorious view in front of him, to not cum too soon.

Dennis is riding him.

His thick thighs spread over Robby. His arms behind to grip robbys thighs, pinching in a grounding way to Robby, so he doesn't float too far away.

Dennis moves his hips, hard and precise. It creates ripples of muscles in his body. When he lifts up, his biceps and forearms twitch, making Robby bite his own lips to stop the whines.

His thighs. Fuck. Robby has dreams of Dennis' thighs. The muscles move constantly as Dennis rides, it's so fucking hot, Robby can't help but buck up.

"Uh uh Robby" Dennis groans out as his knees lock into the sides of Robby. Holding him down while still fucking him.

"You said you'd be good right?" Dennis is leaning over Robby slightly, trying to catch his eyes.

Robby is a mess, drool spilling where he is biting his lips, head rolled back and eyes shut. His hands shaking at his sides, that he quickly shoves under Dennis' knee.

Wanting to be pinned down even more.

Dennis coos at him, brings one of his hands away from Robbys thigh.

He strokes along Robbys arm, feeling how tense he is. The way he craved that surrender for Dennis.

"Good. That's good Mikey but I need your eyes"

Robby whines. Dennis cant help but clench around Robby. Which makes Robby try to buck up, but he is pinned. This just sets another wave of dizzy pleasure through his body.

There's fingers at his lips, releasing his bite, making a moan instantly leave his wet mouth.

"Come on Mikey, I need those pretty brown eyes on me"

Robby shudders.

'Pretty' has never been a compliment he would ever give himself. Or expect anyone to picture with himself.

But from Dennis it makes sense. And all he wants to be right now is good.

So his eyes open, and his face follows where Dennis is,

"Good boy"

Robby can't help it. Not when Dennis has been talking sweetly to him for hours now.

He cums. Hard. Whining the whole time.

Dennis fucks him through it, his own eyes rolling back where heat has spread inside. His hand still on robbys face, stroking it as he fucks himself messy ontop of Robby.

"Fuck, yes, yes yes. Soooo good Micheal. Fuck"

Dennis clenches hard and is grinding down now,

Robby thinks he is going to die.

His release has been fucked out of him. His cock still hard in overstimulation. But his body shaking in-

"too much den please"

"Sh shh" Dennis places a finger over Robbys mouth.

"Nearly there honey" Dennis can feel Robby nod his head, under his hand.

Dennis never hides his sounds from Robby, something he is trying to get robby comfortable with his own.

So when Dennis cums, its loud and with praise Robby will hear ringing in his ears for days.

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(Part of the) Ringcamera!Hucklerobby AU

Masterlist

robby is, surprisingly, in a good mood. he is at a little campsite where you can rent a tent and do the full camping experience without having to bring the equipment.

it was something abbot suggested when robbys sabbatical had come up.

it's nature, it's fresh air, it's smoke from a bonfire seeping into all his clothes.

it's also iffy signal

and not much electricity.

the site itself has a cafe and hygiene area with running water, bathrooms, oven, and plug sockets. but they are only on for certain times.

so right now at 11pm at night, with the stars bright and robby poking at the fire, his phone is only at 10%.

normally, he wouldn't care. in any other circumstance, he wouldn't care.

but he got a ringcamera notification that went off about ten minutes ago.

he is itching to watch it. he is giddy to click onto it and see what dennis has for him today. he aches for it.

which, again, surprising for him with how many dark days there have been where near enough nothing has bought him to the light.

but right now?

he might as well be dancing in the light.

robby told himself he's going to be into bed first, well into his sleeping bag, with a small lamp on and a book he thinks he's going to read, but will probably be thinking of his sweet boy (fuck. he needs to not think of him that way) after watching his video message.

robby wonders for a bit, is it den talking more about his neighbours, maybe something funny happened with himself and santos, maybe he is saying in that sweet voice how much he misses robby and really wants him there, needs him there. to guild him, help him, touch him-

okay. going too far now micheal.

he settles the fire and chews on a disposable toothbrush he then puts in a little garbage bag, the site gave him to not litter.

he gets wrapped up in the sleeping bag, glasses on for an optimal experience.

opens his phone and clicks onto the most recent video on the history. the thumbnail showing a still of half way through the video of dennis with blotchy cheeks and a nervous smile.

dennis is walking up the steps with a bag of groceries in arm, keys swinging in his hands. he sets down the bag with a sign before looking at the camera

"heya robby, it's getting late, but I had a need to bake. and you have so very kindly blessed me with a fucking beautiful kitchen." he does a big blink towards the camera with a face like 'can you belive this guy'

"and I may have found a potential recipe book of yours?

you have a few cooking books, but this was different. It was an old notebook? kinda teared a bit too.

but it's full of recipes and you had it shoved all the way to the back!" dennis shakes his head,

"fuck. actually I hope you don't mind I snooped a bit" he is scratching the back of his neck, gripping it slightly.

"but maybe you'll forgive me once you know what I'm making? cause there was a little note next it saying 'mikeys favourite'"

-fuck. dennis has never called him micheal, let alone mikey, hearing it from his mouth is something else-

"It's sufganiyah! I hope I've said that right, I did do a little googling its a hananka dessert, which I know it not the season, but it looks soooo good"

-robbys is a little starstruck, he hadn't had those in years, it was something his bubbe made him everyyear. It must be her recipe book dennis found. everything in robby wants to go home right now and make this sweet treat with his boy, show him exactly how his bubbe made it-

"I also just wanted to make something to feel more connected to you.." he trails off a bit, cheeks going a blotchy pink, that gorgeous smile upturning

"I know I'm literally in your house, in your post, your plants, your fucking clothes robby. but I want more.

and with this I feel I'm with you on a deep-"

robbys phones dies.

"fuck no. fuck fuck. come on" robby is trying to turn it back on. he needs to hear what else his sweet boy said, can't wait for the morning. there's was still at least another minute or so to go.

his phone turns off again as soon as it loads

"shit."

robby knocks his head back and throws his phone to the side.

he never thought he'd rely on his phone much. a big attraction of this campesote in the first place was the small amoute of technology it used.

and all robby wants to do now is get on his bike and drive to the nearest 247 fast food or diner to get charge on his phone.

"dammit"

Lolll sorry robby. You should of had a portable charger with you. Dennis was going to say how much he needs your face on his face (he wasn't but thats what robby can hope!)