ochrexsunset
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
'Unbeknownst to Robby, however, he would not be leaving, and it was entirely due to that conversation. Because of that conversation, he was going to lose one of his doctors today.
He did not know this yet.
Nobody knew this yet.
They wouldn’t know until twenty minutes later, when Whitaker went to do that neuro check on the man in South 14.
AKA: What if instead of Emma who gets assaulted in Episode 11, it’s Whitaker, and then things go from bad to fucking catastrophic very, very quickly, because turns out Whitaker’s a very, very good liar, with a very, very large and very, very dangerous secret?
What if Robby’s guilt is strong enough to stop his doomed-ass sabbatical, due to the overwhelming responsibility he feels to 'atone for what he's done'?
What if Whitaker has a chronic condition and some really shitty history he never discussed with anyone, and Robby can't stop being a doctor, no matter how much he keeps trying?
-
Tags
Summary
Sore, aching hurt blooms, fresh and angry, and Dennis pulls back his hand with a sharp hiss just as the curtains rattle and Jack sweeps into the room.
His handsome face is already set in a scowl and he honestly looks kind of pissed off, but then his gaze finds where Dennis’ hand lingers against his abused throat and neck and it gets so much worse.
“What the fuck?” Jack hisses and stalks over.
OR;
Dennis gets a little bit strangled during Street and is positive he's ruining date night no matter what Trinity says. Jack and Robby reacts accordingly.
-
Tags
Summary
Dennis needed a new phone. Plain and simple. He was still using the godawful iPhone 8 he bought brand new in his freshman year of uni.
Nine years was not kind on a piece of technology. At his first debrief after that first death on his first day of his MS4 ED rotation, when his embarrassing ringtone went off, he said he forgot to turn his phone on silent. That was a lie. It just… did that sometimes. Went off at the worst possible moment. Then, there was the camera. During his first week of R1, when the screens went down and he was the only one who got a picture of the board, he was mortified, but not surprised when the photo looked like it was taken by a hundred-year-old dementia patient with no opposable thumbs.
It could at times be frustrating, but Trinity took all the important photos and usually when it gave him problems, he could give it a love tap—or if he was honest with himself, slam it against the nearest surface—and it stopped randomly buzzing. Or randomly blasting his embarrassing dad rock. Or randomly calling his mother, who never answered anyway.
It wasn’t a problem. Yet.
Or
Dennis' phone fucks him over and then Dennis fucks Robby
Bookmarked by ochrexsunset
17 Apr 2026
-
Ophiology: Neither Fish Nor Flesh by FightFireWithFire
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
26 Feb 2026
Tags
Summary
“What would you have done if I had done it?” Harry asked hoarsely.
“Fixed it,” Draco said firmly.
"How?"
“Cast doubt in as many different directions as I could. Then concealed or misinterpreted the evidence as much as reasonably possible.”
Harry frowned. “It wouldn’t have bothered you? That I’d killed someone?” Draco shook his head and for the first time, Harry looked genuinely amused. “I think your sense of morality might be a little messed up.”
-
That Cormac McLaggen was dead didn't overly concern Draco at all. That he'd turned up dead in Harry's kitchen was somewhat more alarming. But it was fine. One way or another, Draco was going to fix this.
-
Tags
Summary
“This is where you’ve been living?” Potter asked quietly.
And as if it were a paid actor, a rat appeared from one side of Draco’s living room, paused in the middle of the floor to look up at them, then disappeared through a hole in the opposite wall.
“Why?” Potter turned to him with wide eyes.
Draco shrugged. “Told you my family didn’t want me to join the Aurors. And it’s not that bad, I promise.”
On cue, the rat reappeared from the hole in the wall, and sprinted in the direction of Draco’s tiny bathroom.
“Right!” Weasley said loudly. “Well! That’s that decided then. I think you’re coming to live with us, mate.”
And that was how Draco ended up living at number twelve Grimmuald Place.
-
Draco and Harry were friends. That's all they were, and Draco needed to learn to be grateful for that fact, no matter how much he wanted to reach out and touch Harry at every opportunity.
Friends. It would have to be enough.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 56,456
- Chapters:
- 11/11
- Comments:
- 202
- Kudos:
- 747
- Bookmarks:
- 224
- Hits:
- 14,250
Bookmarked by ochrexsunset
16 Apr 2026