Anyone interested in an Omegaverse hucklerabbot au where:
omega Dennis one day never shows up to work and everyone is later informed by his alpha that he is quitting to become a house omega. No one hears from him for just over a year until one day he shows up at the pitt malnourished and with a small surprise. Rabbot helps him recover during this time and looks after him, and help him become himself again.
I have not finished it yet, when I do I will post it to ao3, but for now here is the first chapter(? Ish?)
(I am not a doctor so take any medical shit in this with a large grain of salt and a dash of imagination lol)
(it may change a lil bit cause I haven't edited it much, and I may fix it a lil bit as I go, but consider this a sneak peak?)
Also please let me know if y'all have any ideas or wanna keep reading more cause it really helps with my motivation :)
⚠️Trigger warning for implied neglect and abuse and suicidal ideation/ thoughts⚠️
Dennis had lost everything.
His mate, his home, his nest, his belongings, his safety.
Everything.
He instead was left with a yearning, aching emptiness for someone that he had chosen to leave, and a mark he could never get rid of.
He tried to ignore it, to fill the hole with suppressants and scent patches, to cover the ache in his soul, not nothing could quite reach.
He was left as nothing but a husk of what he once was.
But he was determined to not let that consume him.
He noticed the change in his resident slowly.
First he noticed the ever-present eye bags under the boys eyes, growing, deepening, until they looked like pits trying to swallow half his face.
Then came the eyes. The young omega's once beautiful and lively eyes now always seemed to shine with unsshed tears, glancing frantically around him, as if something or someone would come out of the shadows to attack him.
Then was the scent. Robby had always found himself drawn to the boy's beautiul earthy and sweet scent, like a freshly baked apple pie, and dirt right after it had rained.
But now the boy's once vibrant, addicting smell seemed permanently soiled, like rotting fruit and manure, and a swirling ever-constant scent of cigarette smoke.
Fear and anxiety stuck to the scent like glue.
The smell made Robby's inner alpha howl and scream and scratch. It made him want to scoop up the boy, take him to his and his mate's den, and never let him leave. To protect, and care for and nurture him.
But alas, he couldn't.
Dennis wasn't his Omega, and never could be. The boy already had an alpha, and a claim on his neck to prove it.
Robby and his mate had discussed it before, courting Whitaker, and inviting him into their lives. They'd both imagined that beautiful, sweet scent in their den, the young omega's nest covering their bed, the three of them happily snuggled on the couch reading or watching movies.
But then Dennis had come in wearing a new mark and a new scent, and the world had flipped on its head.
The alphas had simply stood there dumbly for a long time, holding a box of chocolates and an item of clothing they'd each scented for the omega's nest.
The alphas had spent longer on the roof that day than they ever had.
After that they had tried to move on.
The man had seemed happy enough at first, smiling and laughing with his coworkers, showing off his ring and mark to his friends.
The alphas were happy for him.
Really, they were.
The boy deserved a loving, kind alpha his own age.
They tried to distance themselves from him. It wasn't fair to Dennis that the two old men were left yearning, and wanting the already taken omega.
If they hadn't, maybe they would have noticed the change sooner, as the boy began to close himself off from his friends and coworkers.
It all came to a head when one day, on a Tuesday like any other, Dennis didn't come into work.
There was no email.
No communication.
He wouldn't answer anyone's texts, not even Trinity's.
When they tried to contact his alpha, he told them the young omega would no longer be working at the hospital, and that he would be staying home, with him and their pups to be, and that they needed to stop contacting the boy.
Everyone was furious, especially Trinity.
She knew what being a doctor had meant to Dennis, and that there was no way he would willingly give that up for anything. That he would have tried to find a way to continue his residency and raise the pups if given the option.
But the man was right.
There was nothing anything could do about it but wait, and hope the omega would reach out to one of them eventually.
The hospital seemed colder, less vibrant without the omega. Everyone felt it. Especially Robby.
His absence felt like someone had reached into the alpha's soul and snatched something vital to his very being.
Everyone started avoiding him, giving him a wide berth in the halls, presenting to Al-Hashimi or the senior residents when possible.
Even Jack could feel the distance between the two of them since the omega disappeared.
A week after they got the news, Jack started sleeping in the spare room.
It was slow a first, only one or two nights in a row. But then the time apart grew until they hadn't slept with each other in over a month.
Everything was falling apart in front of Robby, and all he could do was stand and watch.
He barely had the energy to get out of bed in the morning.
And then one day, seemingly out of nowhere, he smelled that sweet scent of wet earth and apple pie he had missed so much coming from the waiting room.
At first he thought he must have been hallucinating. The depression and loneliness was surely, finally getting to him.
But then he saw him.
The boy seemed so much smaller than he remembered, his scent sour and bitter, warning off anyone who may try to harm the young man.
As he approached the omega, he noticed a small bundle in his arms and felt his stomach sink.
"Whitaker?" His voice was small and hoarse, the word felt rough against his throat.
The omega's eyes widened, his scent spiking as he looked up, as if searching for danger, when his eyes landed on Robby. His shoulders lowered slightly as he relaxed at the familiar face, shame instead taking hold as he stood and walked towards the larger man.
"Dr Robby I- I want to apologize f-for leaving like that, I-I just…" his voice trailed off, eyes downcast as he avoided eye contact, the bundle in his arms held tightly to his chest. "I… I know you all probably hate me now but I… she- she's sick and I just… I can't… I don't know what's wrong… I can't- I can't l-lose-" his rambles cut off sharply as he began to sob holding what Robby now recognized as a young baby tightly to his chest.
He tried gently calming the omega as he led him to a quiet room, exchanging a glance with Dana along the way.
He could feel all eyes on them as they walked, curiousity and concern in his coworkers' faces.
Gently, so as not to startle the boy, Robby guided him to sit down, sitting across from him as he spoke softly.
"Dennis, I'm… I'm glad I get to see you again, we all thought we'd never get that chance again…"
Dennis looked up at him then, tears staining his cheeks and blurring his vision, "I'm sorry Dr Robby, I didn't… I didn't want to leave you all like that it just… I couldn't…" he struggled with the words, voice tight.
"It's all right Whitaker, you're here now and that's all that matters" his smile was small and sad. He had drempt of this moment, of the omega returning one day, of their reunion, but never did he imagine this. The young man shaking as he sobbed, holding a baby tightly to his chest.
The older man could see the boy's ribs through his shirt, he had lost so much weight since he'd seen him last, which he hadn't thought was possible.
He could feel his heart aching for the man in front of him.
The once confident, strong person who had once pulled him off the floor and out of a dangerous place in his mind. The person who he loved so deeply and has missed so much over the last year he'd been absent.
He startled slightly at a light knock at the doorway, Dana's soft voice filtering through the space as she entered, "Hey sweetheart, how are you doing? It's been a while since we've seen you here?" The alphas soft dark chocolate and honey scent wrapped around the room, helping the omega's shoulders relax slightly again.
Dennis sniffled slightly before answering, his voice shaky, "I don't- I don't know what's wrong with her, her temperature is so high and she won't eat, and her breathing sounds off. She's crying so much I just… I don't know what to do, I can't even afford children's ibuprofen to try lower the fever and I just- I don't know what to do!" His voice cracked at the end as he spoke, along with both the alpha's hearts.
They gently started a physical exam, taking blood samples to send off to be tested, and asking questions about her symptoms. He earnestly and eagerly answered them until they got to questions about home life.
"Has she been around anyone sick lately, maybe you or your mate, or any friends?"
Dennis froze slightly, stuttering as he answered, "uh… n-no? I don't think so… but i-it's hard to say… I h-haven't been exactly… living with my mate the past week or so?…" His voice trailed off.
Confusion flooded the doctor's expression, "Oh? Have you been living with any friends or family then that may have been sick or given her any sort of sickness recently then?"
"Umm… s-someone at one of the shelters we were staying at might have… but like I said i-it's kind of hard to say…"
Robby felt sick, the urge to vomit heavy in his throat as he swallowed.
"Oh"
It's all he could say. What was he supposed to say to that? To hearing that the young omega in front of him, the omega he had loved so desperately for so long had been homeless with a pup just barely 3 months old.
The silence was loud as they sat there, the truth heavy in the room. When it was clear he wasn't going to add any more Dana broke the silence with a sigh.
"Ok hun, we aren't going to push if you don't want us to, but just know, you can talk to us ok? We care for you, and you're still one of us, you're still our bloodhound ok?" Whitaker's returning smile was small but genuine as they handed the baby back to him.
"Alright, she seems alright for now, it seems to just be a case of the flu, but we'll have to wait for the test results to get back to be sure-"
She was cut off by a bang as the door was shoved open, and a loud voice, "What the fuck huckleberry?!" Trinity's angry tone was only overshadowed by the absolute look of panic and worry on her face, "where the fuck have you been? You never answered any of my calls or texts, and you just disappeared one day, I thought you'd been abducted or someth— is that a baby?"
Robby fled then, under the guise of giving them some privacy.
After emptying the contents of his stomach— which was admittedly not much, as he hadn't been eating nearly enough lately— he sat slumped on the bathroom floor, and called his mate.
