#goodnam fanfiction

[deepeststarfishsong]

A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“What the hell, Billy?!” Theo had just stepped in to Cerberus Books when he saw Billy and Ed harassing Robin. Robin looked angry, like he was about to shout. Damnit, why couldn’t they just leave well enough alone?

“Hey, Theo. Is the new kid with you?” Billy looked startled and a little guilty.

“Yeah, so give him his cap and back off.” Theo was pissed. Billy knew better than this. He should be past these stupid antics. And he was not going bully Robin, especially if Theo had anything to say about it.  

Billy handed Robin his cap and gave a smirk, “Sorry, new kid. We didn’t know.” With that they took their leave. Billy always had a slight twinge of danger around Theo but couldn’t really explain why.

“Bye, guys.” Theo felt confident and a little embarrassed. He could feel his cheeks turning pink and Robin's astonished gaze on him.

Theo turned to look at Robin, taking in the full weight of his gaze and snapping back into the moment from the adrenaline that was rushing through his veins.

“Wow. Tough guy, huh?” Robin nudged him on the shoulder, grinning wide. Theo had to hide his smile; he could feel himself turning bright red. Every time they exchanged these quick glances, Theo felt like Robin could read his every thought. It gave Theo a little feeling of panic and a rush of excitement, like missing a step on the staircase.

--

Robin led them to a table. They’d planned to meet up for lunch and just talk. Ever since the carnival, they’d been spending more time together. With all of the chaos happening around Greendale, they hadn’t really gotten the chance to just sit and talk.

--

“So, uh… those guys are cool with you?” Theo and Robin ordered a strawberry milkshake but they were both too nervous to drink any of it. Theo stirred the stew around the glass and watched Robin’s face. When he smiled, he smiled big and it carried into his eyes.

“Yeah, there… um, they’re getting better. They were definitely a lot less cool when I started transitioning.”

“But your dad’s cool with it, right?

“He was hesitant…” Theo’s voice caught. “At first. But my friends were amazing from the very beginning.”

“Yeah. Yeah, the uh, they seem really great.” Robin had never seen friends so selflessly caring for one another.

“What about your family?” Theo asked. He knew so little about Robin’s life.

“Um. They um, they are who they are.” Robin wasn’t sure what to say. Theo’s kind eyes made him want to talk about his life. But how could he ever tell him the truth? “Are you going to drink that?” he asked, hoping to change the subject.

Theo noticed how Robin avoided questions about his past but he didn’t want to pressure him. Theo understood what it was like to not be ready to share a part of yourself. He shook his head and they sat in silence for a while.

“Do you, uh… want to get out of here?” Cerberus was filling up with people at the end of the day and if felt like all eyes were on Theo. He just wanted a chance to spend time with Robin.

--

As they walked back to Theo’s house, Robin couldn’t stop thinking. Carcosa be dammed, Theo was special. He felt at ease around him in a way that he could not imagine giving up. He would not put Theo in danger. The Pagans couldn’t have him. He wouldn’t let them.

And he would have to tell Theo the truth. He would tell Theo the truth.

At that moment while Robin was lost in thought, Theo reached out for his hand. Robin snapped back to the moment. Theo’s hand was small and soft in his own-delicate but strong. Robin smiled and pulled Theo closer to them while they walked.

Theo could feel that twinge of panic and excitement in his chest and a small lump in his throat forming.

--

Theo led Robin into the old farmhouse. It was clear that his dad was gone, the truck wasn’t in the drive and there were still several hours of daylight left. His dad would work until the twilight forced him to stop. Theo led them upstairs to his room shut the door behind them.

Robin walked curiously around the room, picking up items and examining them with sincere interest. He picked up the gold radio off the desk and fiddled with the dials until a station came through clearly.

“I’ve always wanted one of these” he said, not realizing he’d said it out loud.

Robin looked up at Theo, sitting on the edge of the bed. Theo was giggling. Sometimes Robin said the strangest things. It was cute. “You’ve never had a radio?”

“I guess I’ve always just traveled light, since we moved so much.” Robin crossed the bedroom to join Theo on the edge of the bed. Theo felt that rush again-Robin moved so quickly and gracefully. He couldn’t look away.

“I really like you, Theo.” Robin said, taking Theo’s hand and examining it with his own, tracing circles across his palm and down his wrist. “It’s hard to explain how much. I know we haven’t known each other long.”

Theo could feel a rush of warmth when Robin took his hand. He was never positive on how close they should be, would be. It was all so new. “I really like you too, Robin.” He closed his fingers around Robin’s and squeezed them together. Robin pulled him close against him. He could feel Robin’s breath catch and his own chest tightening. Theo pressed into Robin with a confidence he wasn’t sure he had a moment prior, wrapped his hands around his neck, and kissed him.

Robin, surprised but far from protesting, wrapped his arms around Theo’s waist, pulling them together, tighter. They fell back onto the bed, tangled together. Robin rolled them over, hovering over Theo and slowing down the kiss and giving him time to take in how handsome Theo looked flushed and out of breath.  

Robin slid down next to Theo, lying on the bed stretched out together. They laid intertwined exchanging slow kisses. Theo could hear Robin’s heart beat fast. He could feel his own. He felt so incredibly safe.

Theo rolled on top of Robin, taking the opportunity to take control for a moment. With one deep kiss he pressed himself along Robin, unconsciously searching for more contact. Robin groaned slightly, and pressed his hips against Theo’s. The pressure made Theo gasp a little. He could feel Robin getting excited and panicked a little.

“You okay? I mean we can slow down if you want to?” Robin worried that rushed him.

“I’m okay. I’m… great, actually. I just… I don’t anything about you and I want to. Where did you grow up?” Theo smiled, he was happy to take a pause. There was so much he wanted to know about Robin.

“Uh.. We… My family… we moved around a lot and anytime I made friends in a new town we’d just have to leave again.” Robin looked torn, like he wasn’t sure hot communicate his thoughts.

“What do you parents do?”

“Military. But I’m not like them.” Robin sounded defensive.

“Okay.” Theo hadn’t meant to pry.

“I mean… I was adopted, and I don’t believe in all the things they do. The older I get the less their beliefs make sense to me.” Robin wanted him to understand that his intentions were good. And then the thought struck him, “Wait, you’ve never had to move.”

Theo chuckled. “No. My family’s been in Greendale for, like, generations. It’s like we’re planted here.”

It was Robin’s turn to laugh. “I’ve never had roots like that.” He had never realized how true it was until he’d said it aloud.

“You know sometimes I wonder… what would it be like if I… just stayed behind for once?” He rolled closer to Theo and tucked himself under the boy’s arm, resting his head on his shoulder. “I mean, would it be the end of the world?”

Theo leaned in and kissed him, long and slow. He could feel Robin’s touch pass along his lips and his breathing hitch again.

And then of course, the phone rang.

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[sprnklersplashes]

based on champagne from in the heights (ao3)

Somehow, Robin’s street doesn’t look right. It’s the same as it’s always been, stray trash blowing in the night wind, the soft club music from the next block vibrating through the air. Even his apartment block looks the same outside. Nothing has changed, at least on the outside, yet Theo doesn’t feel nearly as calm as he usually does.

Because it is changing, even if almost no one on this street knows it.

He finds Moth as he approaches the door, leaning up against the back wall, half bathed in the streetlight’s glow, a lit cigarette between her fingers. Her eyes are tinged with red, mascara trailing down her cheeks, and it’s one of those incredibly rare moments where Theo actually sympathises with her. Because for once, they’re on the same page. Both are devastated, both feel bad for being devastated.

“Thought he got you to quit,” he says. Moth jumps out of her skin, a small curse escaping her mouth, and she casts him a weak glare. Theo simply shrugs because he’s not sure what else he can say. She takes another drag and blows out smoke rings as if to make a point.

“What Robin doesn’t know won’t kill him,” she says. She nods up in the direction of their apartment. “He’s upstairs. He’s still got some stuff to pack.” She bends her head, and Theo pretends he doesn’t heat her sniffling. “I told him I was taking the trash out.”

“Thanks,” he says. He doesn’t need to buzz, not since Robin gave him his own set of keys a few months ago. It was no big deal, or so Robin says. They’ve known each other for six years, been best friends for almost all that time. It saves Robin from having to run downstairs to open the door. That’s all it means.

Theo realises he doesn’t know what he’ll do with these after Robin leaves. Maybe give them back to him, or maybe Moth can give them to someone else. After all, it’s likely he won’t be coming round here for a while after tonight.

“Am I an asshole for not talking him out of it?” Moth asks. Now it’s Theo’s turn to jump; he’d almost forgotten she was there entirely. She takes another puff of her cigarette and shakes her head. “Or would I be the asshole if I did talk him out of it?”

“Definitely the latter,” he mumbles. “Because we’re happy for him, right?”

It sounds more like a question, it is more like a question, and he winces at it. Moth smiles, or it would be more accurate to say that her mouth moves vague upwards.

“We’re absolutely ecstatic,” she says, in a voice that implies anything but. Closing his eyes, Theo lets out a long exhale and rests his forehead against the wall. When he opens them, Moth is holding her pack out to him, a lighter balanced expertly between her fingers. He’s only smoked twice and hated it both times, but he can’t deny the temptation. It seems to work for her.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he says, “Glad we’ve cleared that up,” and heads inside.

The apartment is almost completely dark when Theo walks in. The curtains aren’t drawn, but it’s pitch black outside and all lights bar one switched off. He follows it and the sound of Robin’s playlist into the kitchen, narrowly avoiding the cardboard boxes that block his path. Robin stands at the counter, wrapping plates in bubble wrap, a box marked “kitchen” sitting beside him. For a second, all Theo can do is stand and watch him and will himself not to freak out. This is the last night they’ll be together for god knows how long. He says he’s coming back at Christmas, but that’s months away, and then who knows what’ll happen after that. The one certain part of his life is now falling apart before his eyes, and the worst part is he didn’t realise it until it was too late.

He swallows past the lump in his throat and wills his heart to slow down.

“You’re taking the robin mug I got you, right?” he asks by way of greeting. He sees the small, quick jump, the way Robin’s body jerks at his voice, and for once, the smile is real. “Because I’ll be offended if you don’t.”

“It was one of the first things I packed,” he tells him by way of greeting. Theo chuckles and heads over to meet him. He places the plastic bag awkwardly behind his back, but Robin already caught it when he came in, his eyebrow raised. Theo stops just in front of him and bounces on the balls of his feet, hoping it’ll do something to loosen the knot in his stomach.

“So… I got you a present. Went over to Riverdale to get it.”

“No,” Robin sighs. “Theo, you didn’t need to get me anything.”

“I’d be a sorry excuse for a friend if I didn’t,” he replies.

“You already threw me that party in your dad’s barn,” he reminds him. Theo chuckles. He’s right, but that wasn’t just him. Roz, Harvey, Sabrina, hell, even Nick pitched into it. It was one hell of a night, booze and music and cake and hugging. And a little bit of crying from all involved. And Theo sitting pressed against Robin’s side at the end of the night, half-asleep, too much alcohol in his veins. Too drunk to even realise he should have savoured it, should have said something. Maybe that was his one chance, and of course, he blew it.

“I know,” he says, a little too quickly. If Robin notices, he doesn’t say anything. “But…” He places the bottle on the counter and peels away the plastic bag. “I owe you a bottle of champagne.”

“No!” Robin laughs, his eyes doubling in size. The smile that spreads across his face, so warm, so wide, so Robin, makes Theo’s heart do backflips. His eyes meet Theo’s, stars dancing in them. “I was kidding when I said that.”

“Well, I’m not,” he tells him. “You deserve it, after all. Getting into UCL like that.” There’s a bitter sting on his tongue as he says it. London. Of all the colleges Robin could’ve gotten accepted to, of course it was the one in another freaking country. It’s one of the best colleges for art out there, they say. “Pop the champagne, boy.”

“I don’t know where the cups are,” he says. He checks the cupboards, half-empty now. “I’m pretty sure I packed mine already. I don’t know how Moth will feel about us using hers.”

“Tonight, we’re drinking straight from the bottle.” He meant it as a joke, a quip, but the softness in his voice scares him. Robin turns around, and for a moment, Theo freezes, wonders if Robin felt it too.

If he does, he doesn’t let him see. Instead, he just looks up and smiles like it’s any other day, and it’s that smile that makes Theo have to turn around. He leans on the counter and looks out the window. These are his streets, in a way. His family’s been in Greenedale longer than almost anyone else’s. Longer than Harvey’s, even longer than Roz’s. He and Sabrina once tried to work out who came here first. But his family’s roots here run deep, and often this town’s borders suffocate him. But his childhood, his life, is mapped out on these roads.

Robin’s different, in a way. He came here six years ago; Theo first ran into him (literally) wandering the halls in late February with a locker combination and class schedule in his hand. He’d lived all over, so he said. He and Moth bounced around foster homes for years before ending up in Greendale. He’d lived all over, saying he never had roots in one place until here. He might not have been here as long as they have, but he’s here long enough. He’s one of them. Theo can see ghost versions of Robin aged twelve, thirteen, fourteen, running through the streets, leaving marks only he can see. It’s his town too.

“So I was thinking,” he begins. “Before you leave… and everything changes… I thought maybe we could take a walk around town and… say goodbye.” He chuckles, though he doesn’t see why. “We could even pop by Doctor Cee’s one last time…” After school, they’d always hang out there, the four (sometimes five if he could drag Moth down) of them squashed into one booth. More often than not, the two of them shared a milkshake between them. It was their place, everyone’s place.

He realises slowly that Robin’s not said anything at all.

“Robin, are you okay?” he asks as he turns around. He finds Robin struggling with the bottle, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed like he always does when he’s focussing.

“How the hell do you open this thing?”

Theo rolls his eyes as he pushes himself away from the window.

“Here, let me try it.”

“No, I’ve got it. Here, I think this little twisty thing is broken.” Something runs through Theo then, a flash of indignance, like a tiny lightning bolt.

“Robin, drop the champagne!”

“I mean, you went through all this trouble to get us something nice,” he says.

“And it’s okay.”

“You went all the way over to Riverdale, and I don’t want to waste-”

Theo places his hand over Robin’s, his fingers curling into his palm, and Robin’s eyes meet his.

“It’s okay,” he says again, equal parts firm and gentle. Robin nods, and his hands slowly slip from the bottle. He turns his body more towards Theo, and their hands sit loosely held between them.

“Sorry,” he says, almost whispers. He pushes his hair away from his face, and Theo wonders if he’s imagining him shaking. “It’s been a bit of an emotional day.”

“I know.”

Not just for him. It’s his last night here. Everything is changing too quickly for Theo’s liking, and it starts the moment Robin gets on that plane tomorrow morning. He knows he’s spent months counting down the days from the day he got that acceptance letter. He still remembers it, picking up the phone at 7 in the freaking morning. How the two of them ran around department stores and clothing stores, making sure he had everything. How they poured over articles of ‘best things to do in London’ and made outrageous plans for Robin's new life. How every time, Theo found it just that much harder to smile. How it was only in the past few days it sank in; Robin’s leaving. And for every time he said he was happy for him, his heart hurt just that little bit more.

And now they’re here, standing just a breath apart, almost holding hands, and Theo's heart beats so loudly he can barely hear anything else.

“You should stay.”

“What?”

“You could stay in Greendale. Maybe save the tattoo place from going to shit,” he says. “They need you; you’re the best one there.”

“Okay, sure.” He eyes him warily like he’s not sure if he’s joking or not. Theo’s not sure of that himself. He hears himself talk, but he doesn’t know where the hell it’s coming from.

(Yes, he does)

“And you can’t leave Moth on her own like this. She won’t survive a week without you.”

“Moth can take care of herself,” he says. The little humour in his face drops. “Theo, what are you even doing-”

“I’m just saying… I think your little getaway can wait.”

“Little getaway, what the hell?” he asks. “Theo, you’re going to college too.”

“And I’m moving six hours away, Robin,” he reminds him. “At least I’m staying in the same timezone. You.. you’re leaving the country, and I’m never going to see you again!”

“Oh, you’ll see me again,” he sighs. He sounds so flippant, so dismissive, that for a second, Theo forgets about his grieving and plunges into anger. “You’re the one who told me that I should apply, remember?”

“Yeah. But I wouldn’t have told you if I’d known that-”

If I’d known you were leaving me behind.

He stops himself just in time. He presses his mouth shut, grinds his teeth until it hurts just to stop him from saying it. Robin stumbles backwards, a soft, empty gasp escaping him. He looks crushed, eyes glistening with unshed tears, and it’s Theo’s fault.

“Theo… I don’t get why you’re mad at me,” he says in a small voice.

“I’m not mad!”

All at once, the apartment shrinks in size, the roof pressing down on Theo’s head and the walls squeezing his chest. His little alarm starts blaring, the warning ‘run! run! run!’ screaming in his ears.

So that’s what he does.

Trouble is, Robin follows, and Robin’s faster than him.

He appears in front of him just as his hand hits the door, and by then, it’s too late to stop the tears rolling down his cheeks. He pants heavily, his whole body heaving like he ran ten miles rather than from one room to the next. He lets out a sob, his last defences gone, and Robin’s hand is on his back, pulling him dangerously close.

“Theo, talk to me,” he begs. “Just tell me what’s going on.” How many times have they asked that of each other? And how easy it all was because they’re so comfortable with each other. Secrets, worries, problems, they passed them from one to the other, gaining solutions or help or just companionship in return. Because that’s who they are.

“Talk to me.”

Not this time.

“I’m not mad,” he says again. “I just-”

I just love you. And I’ve only now realised I love you.

He doesn’t say it. Instead, he does something worse. Something driven by adrenaline and the years of pent-up feelings running through his body.

It barely counts as a kiss. His lips just ghost against Robin’s, his hand barely caressing his cheek. Robin might kiss back, his lips soft and pliant against his, but it’s more than likely just instinct. It’s the whisper, a second-long glimpse into what would have happened if he’d worked it out before. If he’d been brave enough.

“I’m just too late,” he says, his voice impossibly quiet, and then he runs.

Robin lets him go this time.

His dad knows something’s wrong with him. Theo doesn’t say anything, but he knows.

He doesn’t press either. Just asks him if anything’s on his mind, then reminds him that he can always talk to him if he needs to.

“You saw Robin last night?” he asks. Theo nods and pretends his chest doesn’t feel like it’s collapsing. Pretends he wasn’t sitting awake for hours last night with his phone in front of him, wondering if he should call him.

He sent a simple ‘good luck’ text an hour ago. He hasn’t checked to see if he saw it.

He looks up at the clock slowly. His plane leaves at 9:30. It’s now 9:17 exactly. He’s good as gone. Theo had the chance for one last good night with him, and he messed it up.

He hates himself for this.

“Want to go see a movie tonight?” he asks. “Just the two of us. We can grab dinner before. Make a night out of it.”

Theo smiles sadly into his cereal. He knows a distraction when he sees one, and besides, his dad isn’t exactly subtle. Part of him wants to resay no, to hide under his covers and lay in his heartbreak until he eventually becomes numb to everything. But he has enough sense in him to know that that’s the worst thing he can do and the hopeful look on his dad’s face warms his heart too much to turn it down.

Besides, it’s been forever since they did something like that.

“Sounds fun,” he says.

His dad has to go out then, and Theo alternates between staring at the still-unanswered text and burying himself in a task until he can’t think anymore. He rearranges his entire bookshelf by colour, then alphabetical by author, then by alphabetical by title, then back to author again. He reorganises his closet, too; it needed a clear-out anyway. And he finally sorts through the pile of papers and notes sitting on his desk.

That takes him up to 10:27.

He doesn’t know how he’ll survive the entire day.

He jumps off the bottom stair, intent on seeing if there’s anything outside he can do when there’s a knock at the door. He jumps a little and then frowns, unsure who would be calling round at this time. His friends usually text first. His dad’s friends don’t normally come round before noon, knowing his dad is either working or running errands at this point. He sighs when he realises it could likely be another god damn Mormon, or another religious fanatic telling him that Jesus loves him, and he’s really not in the mood for that today.

He opens the door, the fuck off ready on his tongue. And then it dies.

Because Robin is standing in the doorway, his bag discarded on Theo’s front porch. His hair sticks to his forehead, his sneakers and the bottom of his jeans are caked in mud, and he holds the doorframe so tightly like he’ll collapse if he lets go.

Seconds tick by, then minutes, and all they can do is look at each other. Theo in shocked silence, Robin, trying to catch his breath. He looks at him, pinches himself to make sure he’s not dreaming that Robin’s really here, and then finally finds his words.

“You’re meant to be on a plane right now!”

“Screw it,” Robin says weakly, then louder “, Screw it. Screw all of it. I’m staying with you.”

“What?”

He pinches himself again, harder than before, then gets braver and pokes Robin’s cheek. Warmer than usual, from the run presumably, but it’s there. It’s real. He’s real, standing there, laughing a little.

He’s not sure how to describe what he’s feeling, other than holy shit.

He goes to ask, “you’re staying?” but the words are barely out of his mouth before he kisses him. His lips taste like sweat and coffee, and this time he kisses with a feverish desperation that leaves Theo breathless. He wraps his arms around Theo’s waist, and next thing he knows, his feet aren’t touching the floor, and his hands are in Robin’s hair, and his tongue is against his. Next thing he knows, he’s crying, tears wetting Robin’s cheeks, and his head is spinning, and he can breathe for the first time since last night.

“You’re staying,” he whispers breathlessly against his lips. “You’re staying.”

“Yeah,” comes Robin’s reply. “Yeah. I love you. Yeah.” Theo half-laughs, half-sobs, and traces Robin’s cheekbone.

“I love you too,” he says. But Robin knew that, and so he just kisses him again.

#caos #caos fanfiction #goodnam #throbin #theo x robin #theo putnam #robin goodfellow #ive been humming champagne all week

[honeybee-babe]

Fic Concept: Sick Robin Goodfellow (is anyone surprised lol)

Picture this: A sickfic where Robin has a cold and Theo takes care of him :) Aww :)

Now picture THIS: mortal medicines/treatments won’t work on hobgoblins >:D So:

Theo he has to go to the fae realm to get Robin medicine (some weird magical flower probaby lol)

OR he can consult someone from the fae realm to bring him the stuff

But he also doesn’t know how to get to the fae realm himself, and doesn’t want to make Robin go because his bby is tired and needs his rest!!!

Cue Theo reluctantly reaching out to Moth for help

Moth begrudgingly helping (okay she wants to help Robin but also it’s Theo the human, ew)

But seeing Theo take care of Robin she realizes how much he cares about her friend, and starts toaccept their relationship <3

And maybe they even end up kinda-sorta friends?

Someone pls come through with this fic or I might die. Please and thanks <3

#robin goodfellow #theo putnam #moth #moth caos #robin x theo #theo x robin #throbin #thobin #goodnam #goodnam fanfic #goodnam fic request #throbin fanfic #thobin fanfic #chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling adventures #caos #caos fanfic #caos fanfiction

[gayce-ventura]

I'm in need of some more fics with Theo and Robin, just Theo, or just Robin. These are my boys and they deserve all the love!!

#robin x theo #robin goodfellow x theo putnam #theo putnam #robin goodfellow #goodnam #fanfic #fanfiction #caos #chilling adventures of sabrina #caos fanfic #i need fics

[eajwiththefroghat]

new goodnam fic :>

#caos #theo putnam #robin goodfellow #goodnam #fanfiction #writing #my writing #my post

[clearlynotfanfiction-blog]

Child Soap Opera (Andi Mack Fanfiction)

Andi Mack- Andy Wack

Bowie Quinn- Towie Fuinn

Bex- Rex

Jonah Beck- Jona Meck

Cyrus Goodman- Pyrus Goodnam

Buffy Driscoll- Duffy Biscut

Walker Person- Walter Person

Marty from the Party- Party from the Mardi

Amber Name- Tamberine "Tamber" Name

TJ Kippen- CJ Tippen

Miranda Patrick- Meranda Catrick

Morgan Patrick- Morghan Catrick

CeCe Mack- BeBe Wack

Ham Mack- Pork Wack

Iris Lastname- Pupil Lastname

Good Luck (first chapter will be posted shortly)

#tyrus andi mack #tyrus #andi mack #cyrus goodman #jonah beck #buffy driscoll #tj kippen #muffy #wonah

[deepeststarfishsong]

A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Part 2/? Cross-Posed to AO3

Everything felt a little different after they trapped Circe. Robin felt confident in a way he never had before. He'd stood up for what he believed in, and people he cared for stood with him. He felt empowered-validated for all those times he had to stand back and watch the Pagans cause chaos that he didn’t believe in. At the same time, he felt a little twinge of sadness. He could never go back after betraying them. Robin didn’t want to return to the Pagans, but he was afraid of being alone. Theo wouldn't leave him, surely.

Robin sat on the staircase, Theo at his side. In front of them Roz and Harvey were in tears, still hugging one another close after Roz had been transformed back to herself. It made his heart ache to think of losing Theo the way Harvey had lost Roz, even if it was temporary.

Robin would see Sabrina leaning in an adjacent doorway, considering her friends and keeping a watchful eye on Caliban as he attended to get her attentions. He could sense the sexual tension between the two.

Robin wasn't sure how comfortable Theo was with displays of affection in front of his friends. There were so many emotions swirling around him and he just wanted to hold Theo close to feel grounded.

While Robin was lost in thought, Theo sat watching his friends reunite, a swell of relief flooding through him. Roz was safe, Harvey was happy, and Sabrina was back-and clearly distracted from her breakup by Caliban’s presence. Theo absentmindedly reached for Robin's hand and entertained their fingers.

Robin leaned in closer and laid his head on Theos shoulder, breathing in his scent.

"Let's go home, guys." Harvey’s words brought them back into the moment. "I don’t know about you guys, but I'm ready to leave this place."

Everyone nodded in agreement and stood to walk out. "Anyone up for a burger at Cerberus'?" Ambrose asked.

Everyone was in agreement, Robin assumed that Theo would be too. It was probably for the best-his adrenaline was still up and the proximity to Theo had started exciting him. They should definitely walk to the bookstore, spend some time in the fresh cold air, and eat a meal.

He should not be thinking about Theo naked.

"I think we might just head home. Today's been a lot," Theo answered for them both, surprising Robin.

"Yeah of course! Be safe walking home, well see you tomorrow," Roz smiled at them and followed Sabrina out the door.

--

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather go out with your friends," Robin asked, looking down at Theo as the turned and walked towards the old farmhouse. Robin didn’t want Theo missing out on his account.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I just thought that maybe we could spend some time together. Ya know... on our own." Theo blushed and looked down at his feet.

"I would really like that," Robin smiled and pulled Theo in close to him as they walked.

-- "I... I have an... idea." Theo looked up at Robin as the neared his house.

The moon was bright, not quite full but still lighting their path. The porch light was on in the distance, a clear sign none was home yet.

"What is that?" Robin looked at him inquisitively.

"Well... you were originally supposed to get close to me to find a sacrifice for the Green Man, right?"

"Yes..." Robin hung his head in shame. He tried not to think about that but it was true.

"And you chose me because I'm haven’t... I mean I've never... because I'm a virgin, right?" Theo looked determined and Robin couldn't quite understand the expression.

"Yeah, only virgins can be sacrificed to the Green Man for the great flowering."

"Exactly, and well, even though you're on our side now I'm not technically safe, right?"

"They'll still try to come for you, but Theo I would never let them take you," Robin looked heartbroken at the idea of losing Theo. All he could think about was the pain Harvey felt when Roz had been turned to stone.

"I know you won't, Robin. But I've been thinking." Theo turned and stopped them in front of the porch, jut at the edge of the warm amber light. He took Robin's face in his hands and pulled him in for a kiss, long and slow. Robin's hands instinctively wrapped around Theo's back, pulling him closer. God, he smells amazing, Robin thought.

Theo pulled back slightly, keeping his forehead pressed against Robin's and whispered, "I've been thinking, what if I wasn't a virgin anymore."

Surprised, Robin stepped back to take in Theo's expression. "Are you sure?" Theo could feel his chest tighten and a swell of excitement in his stomach. "You... we... we don't have to. I will keep you safe. I don’t want you to feel like you have to..."

"I want to." Thro cut off Robin's stammering. "I want you." His words were clear as he stared into Robin's eyes.

Oh Gods, Robin thought. He'd thought about pulling Theo out of his clothes every time their make out sessions got intense, but had always stopped them when he started to get excited. He didn’t want to pressure or overwhelm Theo. Deep breaths, he'd tell himself. Deep breaths.

"I want you too, Theo. And I never want you to feel pressured."

"I know you'd never do that," Theo pulled Robin in for another deep kiss. He could feel the muscles of Robin's chest pressed against him, could feel his heartbeat quicken. His breathing speed up and he sighed into Robin's mouth. "Let's go inside."

-- Theo led Robin up the stairs to his room. He was nervous and excited and incredibly thankful his dad was working late.

Robin closed the bedroom door behind them and followed Theo to the bed. They sat on the edge, holding hands, and looked sheepishly at one another.

"Are you scared?" Robin was still worried about Theo.

"A little." Theo volunteered, "Ok, maybe a lot." He paused, staring up at Robin who looked apprehensive. "But I'm also happy. I never thought I'd meet anyone who'd accept me as I am. Not until you." Theo smiled. He felt safe with Robin.

"I feel the same way." Robin looked intensely at Theo.

"What do you mean?" Theo was confused. He laughed nervously.

Robin wasn't sure how best to explain, so he stood and pulled his cap and shirt off letting them fall to the floor. "I'm a hobgoblin."

Theo watched as Robin dropped his glamour and the tips of his ears showed delicate points. His stomach was impossibly muscular. Nothing was really surprising anymore, but this actually made total sense.

"Cool, uh... what does that mean exactly?" Theo asked, still a little confused about the implications of this new information.

"I can run... fast." Robin smiled, there wasn't a good way to describe just how fast. "Theo are you sure you want to do this tonight?"

"I do." There was no question in his voice. "I mean only virgins can be sacrificed to the green man, right?" Robin nodded. "Great, I really like you, Robin. And I really really want to be with you."

Robin pulled Theo in for a kiss in response. Theo pulled Robin closer, his hands in his hair. They fell back against the bed, still intertwined. Theo let his hands wander to his chest. Theo's touch felt incredible; Robin felt a surge of warmth and his breathing hitch, he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue in Theo's mouth, pulled him close and held him tight. Theo welcomed the passionate turn of events and returned the kiss, hand still trapped between them against Robin's chest. His heartbeat felt impossibly fast.

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your ivy grows (and now I’m covered in you)

theo and robin’s story in blackwood’s perverted reality

“Are you a witch?”    

“No,” he tells him. Theo tries to nod, but his whole body is frozen. They aren’t done, and both of them know it. 

“But you aren’t…” His voice trails off, his words deserting him. Human? Mortal? Normal? Like me? He doesn’t say anything, but Robin gets it anyway. “Are you?”

He hesitates, but then he whispers “No.”

And the crazy part is, Theo’s not scared. Or disgusted. Or anything. Curious, maybe, but nothing else. He takes a step forwards and lowers his torch slightly.

“Can I ask what you are then?”  Robin's jaw clenches and he moves slightly, and Theo worries he's about to take off again. But he doesn't. He stays.

“I’m a hobgoblin,” he answers. “Does that mean anything to you?”

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come in with the rain

theo x robin post break-up oneshot

It’s a stupid idea.

Damn it, he knows it’s a stupid idea.

But it seems like that’s all he is full of right now.

He stands at his window, the clock ticking slowly towards midnight. The curtains are open, and the window is closed but crucially it isn’t locked, and Theo’s fingers itch to do something, what it is is yet to be discovered.

His dad came in not long after Robin left last night, and Theo was in no shape to even pretend he was fine. All he could do was think of some clever half-truth about Robin moving away and that they broke up instead of doing long-distance.  Broke up like it was something mutual. Like Theo didn’t practically shove Robin out the window himself and like he didn’t lock it behind him.

His dad believed it, if only after some persuasion. At first Theo could only get out the words “we broke up” and his dad nearly hit the roof, not at him, but at Robin, having it in mind to go directly to Robin’s house and ask what “exactly makes you think you’re too good for my boy”. It was only after Theo told him the rest that he calmed down, catching Theo out of his frantic pacing and holding him steady enough to let everything out before he pulled him into a tight, bone crushing hug. It’s then that the last walls of defines come tumbling down and he cries, truly cries, for Robin, for his own broken heart, for the ache in his chest that hit him the moment Robin left. Guilt, shame, anger, regret, it all builds up and fizzes through him like some disgusting, toxic cocktail that he downed without breathing.

That would certainly explain why he feels like throwing up.

His dad tries his best to help. Last night he dug out some ice cream from the bottom of the freezer and today he even went out and bought new ones. Three different flavours because “I can never remember which one you like the best”. One empty carton sits in his trash can now. Rocky Road. He scarfed that down not half an hour ago.

He offered to let him stay off school today too, telling him a broken heart is just as good a reason as any other. He was tempted, he can’t lie, but he didn’t take it. Taking a day off would only lead to wallowing, and that was for night time. Besides, it felt good, getting out, seeing his friends, finding something else to focus on. It was never a complete distraction, but it helped make the pain in his chest hurt a little bit less.

Even if it’s suffocating him now.

He steps closer to the window, cold air seeping through and creeping at his skin. He wraps his arms around himself and feels Robin’s as he does so, the way amputees feel phantom limbs. If he closes his eyes, maybe he can pretend Robin’s still here.

He’s selfish for wanting him to come back. Stupid, selfish boy holding Robin back. How had that thought never crossed his mind, he asks himself. How, in all the time he’s known what Robin is, has he not once stopped to consider that staying with him wasn’t good for him? That they were too different, too different species, and that Robin being with him would do something, somehow.

Maybe Harvey and Sabrina’s broken romance should have been a warning, a sign of what he should have known. Witches for witches, mortals for mortals, and hobgoblins for hobgoblins.    

Mortal the word echoes in his head, in Moth’s voice not his own. The contempt with which she had said it makes his skin crawl, like it was something unfathomable, the two of them. And she was angry, he could see it in her eyes. Angry at him for keeping Robin away for so long. Away from running on rainbows and living through centuries.

How is a mortal meant to compete with that anyway? What could he have offered him? Maybe it was for the best anyway.

But no matter how many times he tells himself that, he creeps ever closer to the window, goosebumps prickling on his arms. Rain hits against it, racing to the bottom.

Leave your window open Robin had told him. He had promised to come back through it. Theo doesn’t know much about hobgoblins, whether or not you can trust them, but he knows he can always trust Robin. His word is binding.

Cold air stings his cheeks as he leans outside, his elbows resting on the windowsill. In just a few seconds, he can no longer tell what’s tears and what’s rain, and he likes it that way. He stares into the near-darkness until his eyes adjust, his ears straining for anything above the normal sounds of night-time Greendale. A snapping twig, a rustling bush. Anything.

“Robin?” he whispers, the word mixing with the wind. “Robin are you there?” He waits for a while, but his only response is chirping crickets. Nothing runs past and no-one appears at his window. He should be happy about that. Should be.

“I love you,” he says, a little louder this time. He waits a few seconds longer, listening to the sounds of the night, before he steps back and closes the window. And just like last night, he locks it.

He wonders how many times he’ll have to do that before it stops hurting.

Deep in the heart of the woods, beyond the realm of mortal vision, they fay folk gather together, refugees from all over, running from the mortal realm. From the eldritch terrors, the darkness, the so-called end of all things. Robin can’t deny he felt it too, a chill settling over his bones, but he began hopeful that they’d defeat it. That hope had dwindled over the days, replaced by new hope that maybe Theo would escape with him.

So much for that dream.

“You okay, Puck?” Moth asks, suddenly appearing at his side. He must have been more adjusted to the mortal realm than he thought, because he nearly jumped out of his skin at her. She chuckles, but it’s short-lived and bitter. She eyes him curiously, her features hardening. “Thinking about your pet mortal?”

“He wasn’t my pet,” he tells her, harshly, and she stiffens and mumbles some form of apology. “Don’t talk about him like that.” He slides his hands into his back pockets and looks at the ground. “And no, I wasn’t.”

He’s an awful liar, he knows it and Moth knows it. But her hand is on his shoulder then, and her eyes are warm.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” she tells him. “I know it must have been hard.”

“I asked…” he begins. “I asked him to come with me. To come here, live here with me.” He shakes his head at himself. “It was stupid.”

“Yes, extremely,” she says. “He made his choice, Robin. Like you said, he kicked you out.” There’s venom in her tone that makes him clench his fists. She can have her opinion on anything, but she knows nothing about him. “Maybe it’s in your best interest to forget him.”

Forget Theo? Never in his life.

As Moth turns her attention to the elder hobgoblin, Robin feels something tickle at the back of his neck, something weakened over its traves across realms. A whisper put out into the night, three words he said not long ago at all, three words he’ll never say again.

I love you.

It’s not entirely unusual; mortals often send whispers out in the dead of night, prayers and thoughts, and sometimes channels get crossed and they fay folk hear it instead. So that’s nothing out of the ordinary for him. What is though, is that it almost sounds like Theo.

The sad part is that he’s almost certainly fooling himself.

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your ivy grows (and now I’m covered in you)

theo and robin's story in blackwood's perverted reality

“The kid you were there with,” he goes on. “Baseball cap. Funny looking hair.” Theo rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile on his face this time. Unlike with Harvey, it’s not an insult. “Friend of yours?”

“Yeah. He’s new here. His name’s Robin.”

“Ah,” his dad says. “And are you and him…” His voice trails off, the territory they’re approaching new and uncharted. And for now, Theo wants it to stay that way. At least until he knows what they are himself, and maybe for a little bit after that.

“He’s just a friend, Dad,” he tells him. His dad nods again, but there’s something about his face that suggests he’s not convinced. They drive on, once again silent but it’s not as suffocating, even with the lack of radio, and Theo leans back in his seat and tries to forget about what happened today. Not just with Robin, but with everything else.  

“You gave him your number,” his dad points out after a while.

“So I can know he got home safe.”

“Okay,” is his response, but when he looks out the corner of his eye, he sees the bemused grin on his dad’s face and knows he’s not convinced. “And you were going to the carnival with him?”

Theo has never changed the subject so fast in his life.

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heirlooms

Robin is already home when Theo comes in. More specifically, he’s stretched out on the bed, his textbook in one hand and a pen in the other, his hair falling in front of his face and the pen twirling around his fingers, like he normally does when he’s concentrating. Theo pads over to the bed after he hangs his jacket up, his backpack dangling from his hand. Robin doesn’t even look up, so deeply buried in his work, and while a pout forms on Theo’s lips, a thrill runs down his spine at the same time. Will this be what it’s like if they’re living together someday? They’re technically ‘living together’ now, but he means in the future, in their own place, out of Greenedale, and Robin doesn’t have to hide under his bed from his dad. Will they still be like this, gently occupying each other’s spaces, being as close as they want, whenever they want? The idea freaks him out a little, but it excites him even more.

He climbs onto the bed, deliberately being a little rough, and the shaking of the bed drags Robin out of his thoughts and his eyes over to Theo’s, his face breaking into that dimpled smile that makes Theo’s heart skip a beat.

“Hey, you,” he says before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “How was practice?”  

“Oh, it was fine,” he says. He leans into Robin’s side, his head resting on his shoulder and his leg thrown over his. “Managed to avoid getting hit in the face this time.”

“Well that’s good.” Robin hesitates for a moment before his hand reaches up to Theo’s face, his finger ghosting across the fading bruise on his cheekbone. He had hit the roof when Theo had shown up with that shiner on his face last week, courtesy of a basketball flying too fast and Theo simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was an accident, he knows it, and Kevin, who hit him, was more than apologetic about it. It took a little more convincing for Robin to believe it, and even now his arm tightens around Theo’s shoulders when Kevin walks past them.

“What are you working on?”

“Chemistry test,” he says, accompanied by a heavy sigh. “The same chemistry test you have this week too, you know.”

“Oh, that test,” Theo says. He nestles closer until he can just about make out Robin’s notes, or at least attempt to read the thin scrawl across the pages, as well as the diagrams drawn with painstaking care. It’s not that Theo doesn’t care about school, he does, and his grades show it, but Robin’s enthusiasm for it knows no bounds. He’s eager to learn everything he can, often going beyond what that week’s homework is asked of them, and teachers adore him for it. It’s probably helped by the fact that he can write at the speed of light if he wants to. Theo shrugs and kisses his cheek. “Hm, you can tutor me.”  

Robin’s hand runs through his hair, still damp from the shower at school, and chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest. Theo leans into him, the hour and a half of basketball practice taking a toll on him. Robin begins running his fingers gently through his hair, his touch feather-light, and his eyes drift closed on more than one occasion. His backpack sits beside them, but to get it would mean to disturb the peace that's guilt up around them and he really doesn't want to have to do that. Especially not when Robin presses a kiss to his head and seemingly  abandons his own work too. Theo prepares himself for a night spent cuddling each other until his dad calls him for dinner, which could be a while yet. He could fall asleep here and be more than content to do so.

That is, if it weren't for Robin suddenly moving and pulling Theo out of his half-sleep.

“I got you something,” he says out of the blue. Theo frowns and lets out a small groan, but sits up on his knees as Robin gets off the bed and grabs his backpack.

Theo bites his nail, watching Robin get whatever it is. He looks through his bag with more purpose than Theo would expect, his jaw clenched and muttering something under his breath. He's uncharacteristically serious, and Theo can't get why. They’ve gotten each other gifts before, of course; an arcade teddy bear that Robin won him sits in the corner and Robin still carries around the wallet Theo got him for his birthday. Gifts are common for them, and they’ve never come with the anxious half-smile Robin wears when he comes back up. “Here.”

Robin sits himself next to him, holding a small wooden box in his hands. Whatever it is, it’s clearly precious to him, if the careful, almost revered way he holds it is anything to go by. Like it could shatter if he’s too reckless with it. It’s a small box, fitting neatly into the palm of Robin’s hand, and there’s only so many things it could be. Theo suddenly remembers seeing a similar box on his mom’s dressing table, years ago, and when he makes the connection, his heart almost stops.

“This isn’t the part where you get down on one knee, is it?” he asks, his throat like sandpaper even though he’s half-joking, and Robin actually laughs at it.

“No,” he says. “No, no, not that.” He takes a deep breath then and Theo’s hand moves instinctively to his shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles onto his neck. “It’s um… I wanted to give you this for a while, I just didn’t know… here.”

He opens it, his touch so, so delicate, and the sight inside leaves Theo breathless. It’s a ring, the colour of oak but cold and smooth as stone when he touches it. Intricate patterns of leaves and flowers chase around the perimeter, linking into each other with no beginning or end. They don’t look carved or cut in at all, rather they were part of it from the beginning. Robin moves his hand ever so slightly and the ring shimmers under the light, and the flowers and leaves turn from dark brown to sparkling gold. If he wasn’t amazed before, he sure as hell would be now.

“Woah,” Theo breathes. “Robin… it’s beautiful.” It honestly is, and the only thing rivalling its beauty is the smile on Robin’s face. Among other things, he looks completely relieved. Like can breathe again.

“May I?” he asks, his hand holding Theo’s.

“Sure.”

Robin takes it out of the box and slips it onto Theo’s finger. It’s lighter than it looks and slips on with ease. He loves it, loves how it feels and loves how it looks against his pale fingers.

“I knew it would look good on you,” Robin murmurs. The smile drops and severity creeps into his eyes however when he turns to look at him, their fingers joined between them. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s gorgeous,” Theo replies.. “Robin, I-thank you so much!” He pulls his boyfriend into a tight hug, letting his fingers tangle in his hair and his body press against his. His heart swells when he looks at the ring again, touched by his boyfriend’s gift. And admittedly, curious about it. It’s not manmade, or at the very least, not mortal made. It’s like an itch that begs to be scratched, and not just for him. He can read it in Robin’s face, the way his mouth opens and closes without words, the faraway, slightly sad look in his eyes as looks at it. It’s not something store bought either. It carries history, and Theo feels the weight of it around his finger. And it’s a complicated one to say the least, he knows that much. He nudges Robin’s shoulder with his own and laces their fingers together, his touch as gentle as can be. Robin is more than entitled to his secrets, but Theo can’t help hoping he lets him in.

“It was my father’s,” he says after a while. “Not Carcossa’s. My-my real father’s.”

“Oh,” is all Theo can say. He can count the things he knows about Robin’s family on one hand. He knows they died when he was young, that they didn’t see eye to eye on some things with the other hobgoblins, and that Robin gets his double dimples from his mother and that’s it. Every new piece of information feels like a new step forwards in their relationship, and this is no exception.

“He um… he wore that ring every day,” Robin explains. “And one day he told me he’d give it to me when I was older. And he said ‘Robin… you’ll only have one chance to give someone this ring. Make sure it’s the right person’.” He swallows thickly, tears glistening in his eyes. “After the… after the accident I went back and got it off him. I couldn’t bare the thought of leaving it behind.” He lets out a soft exhale, his hand shaking a little as it holds Theo’s, all the while Theo digests the story bit by bit.

“And you gave it to me?” Theo looks down at his hand and traces the ring with his finger. He doesn’t see it exactly, but he feels what this ring means to Robin, to his family. There’s no magic in it per say, not like the kind of enchanted jewellery the Spellmans might own, but it holds power all on its own. The right person. That’s what he thinks he is. Of all the people he could have given this to… he chose him. “Robin… thank you.”

The words feel far too weak, and so Theo pulls him into a kiss to make up for it. A tear mingles between their lips and Theo can’t tell if it’s his or Robin’s, or maybe it’s both. He runs his hand down his face and along his chin, following Robin’s lead as he falls back on the bed, his hands cupping Theo’s face. The homework and notes are pushed off the bed, and they instead fill the time by getting lost in each other, lost in kisses and caresses and silent ‘I love you’s, gentle nose rubs and tangling limbs. Eventually they come down together, cheeks flushed and eyes bright, and Theo wraps himself around Robin, his boyfriend’s chin on top of his head, and the ring shining in the early evening sunlight.    

This ring comes with a lot of history, one that holds a lot of love but also so much pain. But it also promises a future, and while he can’t guarantee it’ll be perfect, he knows it’ll be brighter for them.

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Heart To Heart

Prompt given to me by @littleforestwitchposts, cross posted to AO3

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Studying was not something that Theo liked to do. He would rather be out fighting demons with the fright club, playing basketball, going to Dr. Cee’s, or literally anything else. But here he was, in the library, after school, studying for a chemistry test. Robin had asked him for help, and everyone knows that Theo would do anything for that boy.

Theo was brought out of his sulking by Robin. “Hey Theo, what’s Co3N2 again?”

“Uh, hold on,” He said, quickly scanning through the book. “Cobalt Nitride, but there's like a little II in parenthesis by the cobalt. So Cobalt 2 Nitride? I think?”

Robin glanced up at his boyfriend, smiling softly. “You don’t wanna be doing this, do you?”

Theo glanced around nervously, “No, no, I totally love studying!” He flinched at the lie.

Robin chuckled and closed his book. He leaned back onto the couch and opened his arms, gesturing for his boyfriend so join him. Theo flushed and grinned. He tossed his textbook onto the table in front of him, and leaned into Robin’s side. The taller boy wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.

“You know, you could have said no when I asked for help.” The Hobgoblin chuckled. 

Theo lifted his head, and looked at Robin like he had two heads. “You’re kidding right? Of course I’m going to help you! You’re my boyfriend, and I’d do anything for you. This just happens to be my least favorite thing, but I’m still going to help!”

Robin chuckled again. “Well, let’s take a break. The test isn’t until Friday, so we’ll be ok.”

Theo smiled into his boyfriend’s chest. “Robin, will you tell me more about your childhood? I know the pagans were the bad guys, but you turned out alright.”

Robin smiled sadly and sighed. “Well you know we moved around a lot. I’ve pretty much lived all around the US, and we even lived in Canada for a while. The only people I really had were my fam-- my family. I really did love them Theo. I know they were awful people, but they were my family…”

Theo could feel Robin’s chest start to heave. Looking up he could see tears starting to form in his boyfriend’s eyes. Sitting up quickly, the smaller boy wrapped his arms around the green haired boy, holding him tightly. Theo wiped the tears from Robin’s eyes, and pressed kisses to his face.

“Hey, hey, I know you loved them, they were your family. We never really talked about how this situation affected you.” Theo pressed his cheek to the top of Robin’s head. “Tell me about them, the good things that you can hold onto.”

Robin sniffled. “Carcosa was my father, or adopted father. He was a stubborn man, but he only wanted what was good for his family.” Robin chuckled. “He taught me how to play baseball. I remember, when I was 10, he took me to a deserted baseball field, and we just played the day away. He taught me how to throw, to hit, to catch, everything. Then that night, we had a makeshift baseball game. My father was on my team, and when we won, he lifted me up onto his shoulders and took a victory lap. That was a good day. Back when we didn’t have to worry about anything.

“Nagaina was like my mother. She was a bitch, but I still loved her. She was there for me when I was down, and taught me to stand up for myself. The person I was closest to though was Circe, she was like my aunt. Because we moved around so much, I was homeschooled for most of my life. She was my teacher. She literally taught me all I know today. She was the troublemaker of the three, believe it or not. She would often sneak the two of us away to go spend the day in the forest. She taught me what the forest could offer, what the animals could offer. I know she had to die, but if we maybe kept her in the dungeon, I feel like she would have changed. I'll miss her the most.” 

Robin sighed and looked up at Theo, smiling softly. “In the end, they were terrible people, but they were my family.”

Theo smiled softly and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend. “You’ll always have those good memories Robin. And now, with the fright club, we can make better memories.”

Robin smiled lovingly at his boyfriend and leaned in for another kiss. Pulling back, he looked at the clock on the wall. “We should probably get home, your dad is going to worry.”

Theo smiled, pecked Robin’s nose, and hopped up. The two packed up their books and left the library. As they walked home, Robin intertwined their fingers, pulling his boyfriend closer to him. Yes, he’d miss his family, but now he had a new one. And he was never going to leave them.

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a goodnam fic that has also been up for a hot minute but that i forgot to link :)

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