Robby and Dennis break up before Robby’s sabbatical, they end things in good terms mostly, Robby just needs time and Dennis is willing to give him that, he doesn’t want to be clingy and scare Robby even more, so he even refrains himself from contacting him during this 3 months and only asks about Robby’s status through Jack.
Robby is also totally NOT missing Dennis at all! he wants to get his mind away from the thoughts of the softest eyes that look up at him with so much love and trust… which is why he begins doing stops at antique shops where he finds a lot of weird stuff to stop his thoughts, but his eyes always land on the precious moments figurines, they have cute designs, he has never been a fan of collecting figures but this ones are really calling his name this time specially the male figurines, he started buying them on the shops he would stop at, a cute clown, an adorable gardener, an adorable doctor… he would carefully wrapped them in paper and put them in his backpack, after a few stops he now has a small collection… that he is not proud of.
When he comes back from his sabbatical he visits Jack’s house first thing in the morning, he walks in despite Jack not even being home and starts unpacking his new figures, he cleans them gently setting them in the counter as he waits for Jack to comeback
Jack walks in to see a bunch of precious moments figurines in his kitchen that look a lot like a certain sad eye doctor that won’t stop asking him about Robby…
“Okay you have to call him brother what the fuck…”
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It's been a long time coming folks, but here it is! Let me know if I should write more chapters, I want to get into writing smut (because it's fun lets be whimsy) so maybe I'll write in some in between scenes in this au!
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fuck it, hucklerabbot spn au wherein rabbot are married, semi-retired hunters and dennis is jack's son, part 1 of ???
these are my current brain worms and they will not let me rest, so i am releasing them out into the world.
content warning for incest in future parts, along with dubcon, emotional manipulation, and other dead dove elements.
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From the outside, the cabin looked almost normal.
It sat back from the highway down two and a half miles of rutted-out gravel drive, as remote as it could be while still being a twenty-five-minute drive from the nearest small town. The roof was new, slate-gray metal that collected the mid-morning rain, water running through the meticulously kept gutters. The porch was well-tended, two rocking chairs with lumpy, handmade throw pillows giving a homey touch. There was an old Chevy pickup, green and white, parked out front, and next to it, an even older motorcycle, though both were in excellent condition.
If one didn’t know any better, they might guess this was someone’s weekend hunting lodge. Perhaps a retired businessman from nearby Bangor, who came to spend the early morning hours sitting silently in a deer stand down the ridge, and the evenings around the campfire, drinking beer and reminiscing on days gone by.
But Dennis Whitaker did know better.
The cabin looked almost normal, but Dennis could see what most other people stumbling through the woods would not. There were salt lines on the windowsills, around the foundation. There was a trip wire between two trees near the shed, the doors of which had been padlocked shut. A gun was strapped beneath the table standing between the rocking chairs, within easy reach.
Crude stick figures hung from the rafters at each end of the porch, little bundles fashioned into protective sigils to keep anything ill-intentioned—human or otherwise—away.
To Dennis, the truth was plain as day: hunters lived here.
Standing in the small gravel lot in front of the cabin, his backpack hitched up high on his shoulder and his hair plastered to the back of his neck by the light but steady drizzle, Dennis glanced down at the scrap of paper in his hand again, the ink starting to smear from the rain.
Jack Abbot, the paper read, in Dennis’s own quick chicken scratch, along with a set of coordinates the old hunter in Bangor had given him. There was always a chance the old man had been fucking with him, giving him the wrong coordinates and sending him into a trap—but as soon as Dennis had mentioned the name Jack Abbot and had told the man why he was looking for him, the look he had gotten in return had been one of—trepidation? Fear?
Whatever it had been, Dennis had a feeling the man wasn’t brave—or stupid—enough to intentionally mess with him.
So, the coordinates were probably legitimate. They had led him to some hunter, at least, even if it wasn’t the hunter he wanted. But maybe whoever lived here could point him in the right direction. Somewhere in the vast network of hunters that crisscrossed North America, there had to be someone who knew the whereabouts of the elusive Jack Abbot.
Dennis let out a breath. Hopefully, whoever lived here would let him crash for the night at the very least. He had been walking for hours, days, hitchhiking where he could, but most of this morning had consisted of the trek out here, his starting point a little town that barely showed up on the map, with a population of only about 600. He was tired, he was cold, and his clothes had soaked through ages ago. Even if all they could offer him was a sandwich and a direction in which to go next, it would be better than nothing.
Mind made up, he took a step forward—only for the screen door to bang open, a man stepping out onto the porch. He had a shotgun in his hands, staring confidently down the barrel at Dennis.
“That’s far enough,” he said, his tone a shade of affable that seemed at odds with the ease with which he held the shotgun. “You lost, friend?”
Dennis stared up at him for a moment. He was tall, a little soft around the middle. He had short-cropped brown hair and a beard streaked with gray. Handsome in a way that was rough around the edges, if you liked the gruff, mountain man type. Which Dennis unfortunately did. He also didn’t match the description Dennis’s mother had given him, even when Dennis tried to picture him thirty years younger. This wasn’t Jack. Dennis felt a curious mix of disappointment and relief.
“I’m looking for Jack Abbot,” Dennis said, and he was proud of himself for keeping his voice steady even with a loaded gun pointed at him. Especially then.
The man raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” he asked, as though this were a normal conversation, and not one that could end with Dennis bleeding out on the gravel. “Well, why don’t you tell me why you’re looking for him, and maybe I’ll tell you if I’ve seen him around.”
Dennis squared his shoulders. Tried to look as confident as he could with his soaked, muddy jeans and his damp curls plastered flat to his head.
“I’m his son,” he said.
The barrel of the shotgun lowered a fraction of an inch, the man’s eyes going wide. He stared at Dennis for a moment, and for the first time, Dennis felt like the man was actually seeing him, taking in the details of his face, the line of his shoulders. Whatever he saw must have convinced him, because he called over his shoulder, never taking his eyes from Dennis:
“Jack! Got someone here to see you.”
There was noise from inside the cabin, and then a second man joined the first, stepping out onto the porch with a slightly uneven gait. Even if the first man hadn’t called his name, Dennis would have known, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this was Jack Abbot. He matched his mother’s description perfectly—the curls, so much like Dennis’s own, gone gray where they had once been auburn, shorter than the first man but more muscular, his chest broad, biceps straining the sleeves of his black t-shirt. Dennis could see why his mother had gone against her family, her church, for this man.
A wave of something shameful washed over him, and he pushed that thought deep down into a dark corner of his mind, where it couldn’t distract him.
“That right?” asked Jack. His voice was raspy, pitched so low it almost didn’t carry over the sound of the rain hitting the roof. He glanced from the man holding the shotgun over to Dennis, his gaze calculating. “Well, here I am,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared Dennis down. “What do you want?”
Dennis swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he felt himself wilt a bit beneath the man’s heavy gaze.
“I’m, uh—I’m your son,” he repeated, sounding decidedly less confident than he had the first time.
For a moment Jack said nothing, his eyes boring into Dennis with an intensity that made him squirm, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Only then, when it was clear that Dennis was uncomfortable, did the corner of Jack’s mouth quirk up, and he huffed out a laugh.
“Nice try, kid,” he said. “I don’t know who your daddy is, but it ain’t me. Now, why don’t you run along before my partner here fills you full of buckshot for your trouble, yeah?”
He turned to go back inside, footsteps heavy on the wooden planks of the porch. Dennis felt a flare of panic—he hadn’t come all this way just to be turned away right at the last second, right as he had found the man his mother had told him stories about as a kid.
“Sarah Whitaker!” he cried out, watching as Jack froze, one foot in the door.
He saw Jack and the man with the shotgun exchange a look, and then Jack turned around, coming all the way to the edge of the steps as he glared down at Dennis.
“Come again?”
“Sarah Whitaker,” Dennis repeated, ignoring the lump that formed in his throat as he spoke his mother’s name, the well of emotion that came whenever he thought about her, even after all this time. “Broken Bow, Nebraska. Twenty-six years ago.”
Jack didn’t soften, per se, but the fight went out of him a bit as he let out a breath.
“Yeah, I remember Sarah,” he said, and the look he gave Dennis was full of something Dennis couldn’t quite parse. “You her kid?”
“And yours,” Dennis said, nodding. He had it in writing, a ratty journal stuffed into his backpack that had belonged to his mother, her inelegant, loopy handwriting filling it from cover to cover. Sarah Whitaker, 18 years old. Diary vol. 10, 1999-2000.
The two men on the porch shared another look; Dennis got the distinct impression that they were communicating entirely without words, the way longterm partners—or married couples—tended to do. Jack looked away first, huffing out another breath like he’d somehow been on the losing end of that silent conversation.
“Get inside,” he said to Dennis, jerking his head towards the door. “You look like a drowned rat.”
He turned without waiting for Dennis and went back inside, the screen door slamming behind him. The other man watched him go, and then turned back to Dennis with an embarrassed smile, the shotgun pointed towards the ground.
“Come on, he doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” he said, nodding for Dennis to come closer. Dennis took an apprehensive step forward—was it too late to take off running down the gravel path back towards the highway? How good of a shot was this guy?
As Dennis stepped up onto the porch, the man gave him a more genuine smile this time. His eyes crinkled at the corners in a way that Dennis would have found endearing were he not suddenly overcome with anxiety.
“I’m Robby,” the man introduced himself, holding out a hand. His grip was firm, hand warm where it enveloped Dennis’s completely.
“Dennis.”
“Well, Dennis.” Robby’s gaze swept over him. Dennis shivered, telling himself it was because of the damp and the cold, and not because he felt like Robby was assessing him somehow. “Let’s get you some dry clothes.”
Dennis had moved in with Robby just over a month ago, it still felt weird to be living with not only his boss but his boyfriend even if every day was getting easier. The duo often drove to work together, had the same days off (perks to dating the boss), living life together. It felt perfect.
He had been living with Robby for one month, one week, and three days when Dennis was walking home on his own in the summer evening. Robby had a day off to himself and had already text Dennis that he was cooking, he had declined a lift from Santos, wanting to enjoy the warmth. Halfway home, his earphones died, which made it feel like fate when he heard a tiny meow from the alley. Following the sound he managed to spot a tiny pure black kitten, looking scruffy, underfed, and sad, well Dennis thought it looked sad.
What was he meant to do other than scoop up the little thing and bundle it into his lightweight jacket? There was no second thought other than to get it home, bathe it, feed it and get it to the vets tomorrow. It was only when he stepped into the house, uber confirming his order of kitten food and supplies that he remembered he lived with someone now. He lived with a man people referred to as grumpy and as much as Robby was great at being an owner in puppy play, he had never shown an interest in animals.
"Hey pup, foods almost ready. How was your day" the words words were shouted out from the kitchen but Dennis was still panicking.
"I dont have anything."
"What?"
The older man stepped out wearing the apron Jack had gotten him for christmas, staring at his boyfriend suspiciously.
"What do you have Dennis?"
The kitten wiggled in Dennis's arms, its bum and tail peeking out telling everyone with eyes what Dennis had. The good thing was that Robby didnt look angry, in fact he was still staring at Dennis, the softness in his eyes making them crinkle.
"He was crying, he looks hungry and needs a bath and I couldnt leave him, i just thought if I could at least-"
"-baby, its ok, he can stay"
*three days later*
The couple had learnt a lot over the past few days, firstly that the kitten was a girl that they named Socks as, secondly their kitten demanded that the socks drawer remain open for her to sleep in, thirdly they had different parenting techniques.
"I just dont think we should encourage her to sleep in the bed with us pup."
"Why not?"
It was the same argument from yesterday and this morning and from only an hour ago. Dennis believed Socks should be allowed wherever she wanted, Robby believed there should be boundaries.
"She peed on the sofa Dennis" she was still trying to understand the litter tray concept. "Maybe we shouldnt let her on there either, we bought enough cat beds"
The pair had bought five cat beds, two cat trees and kept three boxes, Socks had yet to use any except the biggest box that had housed the cat tree.
"She's not a dog, shes a cat Robby, a kitten"
"So if we got a dog you would keep them off the sofa."
Both knew the answer was no. This was getting nowhere and Both were getting fed up.
"I just think animals shouldnt be allowed on the furniture."
"Fine then."
Dennis stormed off to the bedroom, festering with the words Robby said, getting more annoyed as he pet Socks who was asleep on his pillow. Fine if 'animals' shouldnt be on the furniture then all 'animals' will stay off the furniture.
When they had eaten their meal, it was routine that they would sit on the couch, Dennis as close as possible without being on Robby's lap (even if he ended up there eventually), watching TV and reading. Tonight though, as Robby raised his arm for Dennis to crawl under, not taking his eyes off the page of his book, Dennis flopped onto the floor
"What are you doing pup?"
Robby was smiling as he asked, humour lacing his voice.
"You want to play?"
That was code for anything slightly sexual, including puppy play which they both thoroughly enjoyed, which was one reason Dennis was currently on the floor.
"Play what?" Dennis was being difficult on purpose, but so was Robby not letting socks on the furniture.
"You know... play... being...my puppy?"
The older man was blushing heavily, still not at ease talking about what they did, but Dennis just kept his eyes on the TV, shrugging and replying.
"Im already 'playing' you said no pets on the furniture, im your pet puppy, so I cant be on the furniture.
Dr Michael Robinavitch was a whore. Dennis knew that Robby had slept with a lot of people, including a lot of people that worked at the hospital before they started dating. Although Dennis had dated before, his number was nowhere close and he didnt come into contact with people he had hooked up with like his boyfriend did, he assumed he would be the jealous one. Robby being the jealous and possessive one was not the most shocking thing, it was the whimpering and begging Robby did to express his jealousy.
It started on a random weekday, not long after they started dating, they had a visit in the pitt from a higher up that kept touching Robby with familiarity, Dennis knew immediately they had slept together. Whitaker spent the rest of the shift a little grumpy with his boyfriend and spoke to Langdon and Mohan more to avoid presenting to the attending. They hadnt have any explicit plans to hang out put Robby pulled up to Dennis as he was heading to the bus stop, Santos had the day off, and asked Dennis if he wanted to come over. The petulant annoyance was no longer there and Dennis was happy to spend the evening with his partner.
Some nights they ordered takeout and watched mindless TV whilst they chatted, this was not one of those nights, it followed the variant of clothes being thrown throughout the house as they pawed at each other till they reached the king sized bed.
Robby was on top of him, panting in Dennis's ear, rutting into him when Dennis heard it.
"Mine, just mine right baby?"
"No one else's, all mine"
"Just for me aren't you?"
They were begged into his ear, whimpering as he asked each question, practically sobbing into the younger man. Dennis might have given it more thought if he wasnt on the edge.
Even when both men were finished and Robby had pulled out, he stayed on top of Dennis and placed kisses over his face and neck. He could feel little licks along his skin from Robby, before he latched onto his collarbone, with his mouth not moving off the skin he looked up at Dennis's wide eyes.
"Can I mark you up baby?"
Dennis nodded in shocked silence and moaned at the hickey he was receiving. Robby was rubbing himself all over Dennis, spreading his scent to make sure they both smelt like him.
"Everyone is going to know your mine, even if you dont talk to me, they know you belong to me, right?"
He was looking up at Dennis with wide vulnerable eyes, he looked practically drunk, when Dennis agreed, Robby's whole face lit up. Robby continued licking and pawing at Dennis whimpering and practically humping at his younger partner.
Dennis quickly found out how to use it to his advantage, if he didnt speak to Robby for an hour, Robby would be all over him as soon as they got back to his. Dennis would always spend the next day covered in hickies, bites and pink rashes from his boyfriends beard.
Once Dennis complemented a doctor that came down for a consultation that was assisted by someone Robby had slept with. Dennis could tell they had slept together and that she wanted to again with the looks she was sending the attending. Dennis wanted to annoy Robby by complimenting the other doctor and completely forgot about the older man's jealousy tendencies.
Robby heard the compliment and practically turned into velcro beside him, their arms touching, his gaze constantly returning to Dennis, and practically whimpering when Dennis looked elsewhere.
Robby pulled Dennis into the nearest bathroom cubicle and dropped to his knees rubbing his face all over Dennis's crotch.
"Please baby, let me blow you, let me show you that you should keep me"
"Go on then Robby"
"OK baby. Ill be so good for you. Do this forever so you are always mine"
Dennis realised he only had to smile at the male cashier a little too much to have Robby begging to blow him in the car.
Dennis needed to talk loudly to Santos about when they went out and the attention he recieved to have Robby whimpering every second that they were alone that he would fuck Dennis so good when they get home.
Dennis thirsted over an actor on TV and Robby was practically humping his leg like a dog, begging Dennis to pay him attention, complimenting Dennis like his life depended on it.
Some people might get annoyed with the jealous possessiveness of Robby but Dennis loved that he could turn the strong and powerful attending Dr Robby into a sobbing whimpering mess begging him to stay with him. The power went to his head sometimes.
Other times Dennis covered Robby's neck in hickies and bruises, smirking at Robby's previous hook ups when they saw the markings.
Robby may have been a man whore but now he belonged to Dennis
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Dennis, Trinity, abbot, and robby all going on a hike together except dennis and abbot r the only ones who make it the whole way cause Trinity and robby gave up half way and just walked back to the car
Omega Dennis who suppresses the fuck out of his scent with really strong and cheap suppressors, nobody in the ED can recognize his scent beside Trinity since they have been living together for a while now, the majority assume Dennis is a beta, some never asked him and the ones that assume he never corrected them.
Alpha Robby who is such a pervert and down bad for the omega, he knew Dennis was an omega as soon as he saw him something about the way the boy acted around him… and he double checked his application papers.
But anyways Robby is curious as to why his strong and capable senses were not allowing him to smell the omega, he had always been a very capable alpha his sense of smell is impeccable!
He is desperate he needs to smell the pretty omega’s scent NOW, so he does the obvious!! He breaks in into Dennis’ locker and steals whatever he can find that has a sign of his scent… a pair of used panties… ofc, the panties have a slick stained in them they are light blue made out of cotton material and very soft… he wonders what made the omega get wet enough for him to have to change during work hours…
Robby is giddy he knows how his soon to be omega smells, not only that but he knows how his slick smells! (And feels around his knot but let’s not side track) he can now detect when small amounts of Dennis scent is in the air after he leaves the room, he stays sniffing the air when he catches the slight hint that the omega might be wet (always near him btw) he now can buy matching scents for his place to smell just like Dennis.
This habits have settled something very territorial in his heart and brain, the thought of him being the only alpha that can recognize Dennis’ presence without having to even see him in the room has made him an even more possessive man…
How it feels to genuinely enjoy the Pitt and not get caught up on every little bad thing a character has done because they’re all complex human beings and none of them are truly evil like everyone in this fandom seems to think
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thinking about robby who's like. incredibly well regarded in the medical community for his work both in and out of the ER, and so he's invited to speak at a lot of conferences. they're pretty formal affairs, suits and ties and the lot, as well as the ability to bring a plus one along.
he used to not bring anyone, not interested in bringing a friend since others at the conference would speculate over if they were together or not, but now? he brings dennis. at first dennis is apprehensive- what will people think of him and robby? he's not dumb, he knows their age gap raises eyebrows, and he doesn't want robby's colleagues (and the wider us medical field) to think that he'd only got his residency by sleeping with the boss.
robby understood his concerns, very aware that there will absolutely be eyes on him too (though when it came to rich doctors, it wasn't all that rare to see them with a much younger partner on their arm), but he reassures dennis. he's not ashamed of their relationship- in fact, he wants to show dennis off, show everyone how beautiful he is. he's not afraid of people talking, judgemental as they may possibly be. he wants to love dennis loudly, as long as dennis wants that too.
dennis gets quite mushy about the whole declaration robby gives him really- being wanted is still quite new. he gives robby one condition. don't tell people that he's also in medicine, and don't tell them he technically works under robby. dennis refuses to have nepotism rumours flying, not when he worked so hard to study medicine at all.
robby takes him very seriously. he would never jeopardise dennis's career in any way. they agree that when people ask, dennis is a theology graduate- it's not untrue, and it's something dennis can answer polite small talk about if necessary.
neither of them are prepared for just how much everyone *loves* dennis. robby's fucking smitten already, besotted with how fucking good dennis looks dressed up fancy, and it feels like he's the one clutching onto dennis as a plus one, rather than the other way around.
although there was initially some sideways glances at the pair, everyone who got so much as a word in with the pretty curly blonde came away gushing. robinavitch's boy... so sweet, so happy to talk, so enthusiastic and kind and smart, though not in medicine (little did they know).
it gets to the stage where people are coming over to them just to meet dennis, because word has got around so quickly that the renowned bachelor, grumpy and sad, has had a new lease of life poured into him thanks to this dennis. the only side eyes that happen now are ones that pass between people who never knew dr robinavitch could look so happy or could blush and smile the way he did when listening to his boy.
robby enjoys the conference more than he has in fifteen years, and promises to bring dennis along to the next one as per his colleagues requests. as they're finally leaving in the early hours, ever so slightly flushed and tipsy, one man robbys age comes up to him and slaps him on the shoulder good naturedly.
"great speech today, robinavitch, great to meet your partner too. don't let that one slip through your fingers, hey? put a ring on him before the next one!"
robby turns into a tomato, red and stuttering. dennis can't hear anything over the pounding in his chest. an illusion to marriage? robby marrying him? and his colleagues approving after *one* night? oh blimey. their sex that night is soft and pure and really fucking good. both of them cry tears of pleasure and ignore the ironing their crumpled suits will need. in the afterglow, robby researches jewellers.
and, as per the other doctors words? by the time the next conference rolls around, dennis has a shiny rock the size of everest planted on his finger, and a soon to be hyphenated last name. robby can take advice sometimes.
