Nell x

Noah Wyle as John Carter & Michael "Robby" Robinavitch

Wolfstar always bring desert except for when Regulus makes tiramisu.

James loves trying out new recipes on Sirius and Remus.

Sometimes they’ll all have the same meal, but most of the time Regulus wants to keep to his meal schedule , and Remus likes to have his safe food when he’s not at home.

Fuck all this, do you wanna go get a drink?

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The Pitt Freefall

realistically, when country ppl get hurt they just fix that shit at the farm n keep going so everytime dennis does exactly that he stresses out the ppl around him.

the first time it happens he gets home from the farm and there’s a bunch of purple staining his trousers and trinity is so lost because bro you were at a farm??? how did u turn purple??? and he’s just like ‘oh no, just some purple spray, one of the cows just caught me’ and she has no idea what that means and just moves on except it keeps happening? he comes back with purple or blue sprayed on his arms hands and legs and she finally googles it and realises that purple spray is used on animal wounds and that dennis has been treating his own injuries with veterinary care and she yells at him about it; how animal products and human products don’t go through the same testing and how dirty the work is and how easily they could get infected and how he’s literally planning on going into rural medicine and should take this stuff seriously. however he just kinda ignores it (countryside mentality) so she snitches on him to their attendings.

it ends up with dennis being practically strip searched by abbot and robby as they take in all the various bruises and scrapes he’s aquired and treating them all properly, giving him tetanus shots and scolding him till he’s bright red. he promises not to do it again and then proceeds to do it again and naturally, trinity snitches again and the strip searches become a regular occurrence.

They don’t know when they first noticed him; the lines between thinking it’s animals, then wishing it’s animals, then knowing it wasn’t have run over the years. 

Their routine usually goes as follows; Jack, up the earliest before dawn starts coloring the sky. He carries his lantern and a satchel of salt and dutifully pours it in a circle surrounding their cabin and the tiny farm behind it. And- dutifully, every morning- it walks alongside him on the other side. 

Human if you didn’t look hard enough. Blue eyes a touch too big and sandy curls the color of a dried mud bank. Skin as pale as a corpse’s, fingers too thin to be hand-waved as dainty. Always barefoot, always dressed in a dirty beige shirt and blue jeans. When he talked it was like there was mud in his throat, the words coming out garbled and wet. 

“Do you like being a doctor? How did you lose your leg? You look very strong, a very capable alpha, is Robby your mate? Do you have an omega? Well what kind of home doesn't have one?”

They both politely ignore the salt line that sits between them both. Jack stays silent as Dennis babbles, broken up by soft, warbly cooes and cackles that make Jack think of the crows that circle the house. Sometimes he doesn’t talk in anything but borrowed words, garbled and throaty, sometimes a woman’s panicked call for her husband and sometimes a boy explaining how to get through the passage near their house. Sometimes a man, sleazy and growly asking why a pretty little thing was out here at night. 

He doesn’t talk to Pope, but Jack thinks it’s because Pope takes his axe with him when he goes out to chop wood. It suits them- Dennis stares, wide blue eyes taking in every detail while Pope stares right back as he dutifully splits the logs. 

Robby’s last to wake, as the sky starts to lighten, when the smells of cooking meat and coffee waft out the open window. Robby always throws the bones out into the woods, and Dennis always comes to retrieve them like they’re something precious. On quiet mornings, Robby could hear the scrape of teeth on bone, and the cracks of an animal breaking them open. 

Once the morning light broke through the canopy, Dennis would retreat into whatever den he’s made for himself by their home. Only then is it safe for the Rural doctors to make their house calls. 

Their hours are very strict- do not come before the sun is up. Do not leave after the sun went down. 

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