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potterandpromises · 9 months

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sorry for not winning you an arcade ring: chapter 1

I had Thoughts™ on a potential Theobel fake engagement storyline in season 3, which delightfully morphed into this.

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Secretly, Mabel had suspected her next real conversation with Theo would be when the bodies began to pile up again.

The first ASL words she googled, late one night in her aunt’s apartment, were ‘blood,’ and ‘stab,’ and ‘gun.’ As a visual thinker, she noticed the similarity— although extremely slight— immediately. Fluttering fingers, blood and glitter. Dripping.

At the stoplight, Theo watches her. “You okay?”

“Just thinking,” she signs back, and smiles. It shouldn’t be this easy with him.

What happened with Zoe was an accident, she’s almost entirely sure. And she doubts letting Oscar take the blame was his idea.

But how much does she care that he tied her and Oliver up, gaged and blindfolded them, put them in the back of a van with a bunch of corpses and drove around all night? However much she cares, she should care more.

(Probably.)

For a minute or two, she’d thought he would murder her and Oliver in the basement of that funeral home. Then he shoved Oliver against the wall, started to bind his wrists. Surely, it would be easy to kill two people in the building with the drain in the floor and human sized refrigerators. He would not go through the pointless trouble of kidnapping them if that were the plan.

(He hadn’t seemed all that confident in himself, though, had looked almost panicked grabbing for spare cloth while she stood by, her instincts screaming at her to freeze, her learned memory saying something about secondly locations.)

One (normal person) might say that seriously and completely believing someone was going to kill you should be enough to disqualify the two people involved from ever dating. Yet, she could counter that statement. She is a true-crime addicted, New York millennial woman for fucks sake. She regularly thinks random men are going to kill her and prepares accordingly. So, there.

Theo pulls up outside the Arconia.

Mabel turns to him. Dajia vu sets in as she thinks through the correct signs. (‘it’s a callback!’ Oliver’s voice rings in her ears.)

“Thank you for helping me steal a dead guy’s hair.”

He grins at her, shakes his head.

(She knows she got it right.)

Winter breeze bites Mabel’s cheeks. She shuts the car door, flings her bag over her shoulder.

She glances back as he drives away.

If her life is going to be full of murder, who better to share it with then a reformed grave robber?

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Nobody on the internet cares why her and Theo were dressed in all black. Nobody guesses their bags were full of PPE. At least they were caught, via unnoticed IPhone flash, in Manhattan, and not anywhere close to that funeral home in Connecticut.

No, the internet doesn’t notice what points to the weird, weird truth. The internet cares that Bloody Mabel Mora was seen with Theo Dimas, a man she accused of two murders, standing by a street light pole, perfect smiles painted on as they looked at each other.

“It could’ve been worse?” It comes out soft and uncertain. She scrolls through #bloodymabelandtheo.

“No, this is fantastic!” Oliver exclaims, somehow with complete sincerity.

“How is it ‘fantastic?” The disgust in Charles’ voice sets off a tiny, easily ignorable ping in Mabel’s chest. She gives him points for his correct use of air quotes, though.

“Because we need a big event in order to lure the killer out from the shadows, a party everyone will be talking about.” Oliver’s hands shake with excitement, or with something he should see a doctor about. “Honestly Charles, we were just talking about this.”

“I’m also not following,” Mabel says, although in the back of her mind, she already has a guess as to what he means.

“Star-crossed lovers, a couple who takes everyone by surprise with their passion, the wedding of the century—“

“Are you suggesting they get married?”

Mabel chokes on her gut milk.

“Well,” Lucy says, “you do look sort of cute together. Oh! What should your ship name be for the tag? I’m already seeing Maeo, Theobel…”

“Of course I’m not saying they should get married, Charles, I’m saying we should host a wedding.”

The plan makes an unfortunate amount of sense.

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Lying atop his comforter, the afternoon sun an annoyance he won’t bother to close the blinds for, Theo considers moving back to the Arconia.

He’d been back to the apartment a few times since his father’s sentencing. He’d cleaned out the fridge, wondered why the freezer was full of steak, dusted.

Three years, maybe less if Teddy behaved himself, or the prison got too crowded. It’s almost nothing to the people whose loved ones passed through the funeral home, or so he’d read. Probably, it’s almost nothing to Oscar Torres.

To Theo, though, it’d been a gut punch and the first time he realized his dad is old.

There’s that background dread. One more thing he can’t change. Another guilt to wrestle with when his body is still.

He forces his thoughts from his previous crimes and shortcomings to the crime he committed just last night, in the name of truth, justice, and not-quite-friendship.

Mabel had shown up at his door with an apprehensive smile and a detailed note explaining the twist in the case and what she was asking of him. (After he read it, she ripped it up into tiny pieces and dropped them into his garbage disposal.)

He didn’t even hesitate.

I’ll go with you, he wrote, and replied to her questions about security cameras in mortuaries and obtaining hair samples useful for DNA analysis.

He still has her white coat in his front closet. Soft dry cleaning plastic brushes against his hands whenever he gets the broom. Her knitting needle, too, is stashed in the back of a drawer.

They’d exchanged greetings about half a dozen times since their shared day at Coney Island, but it’d never been a good time to bring it up. Even in the elevator, just the two of them, when his cheeks hurt from smiling.

He’d meant, somewhere in the back of his mind, to reach for her things when she showed up at his door. They do have each other’s phone numbers now, but it’s probably too late to bring it up. It’ll definitely be too late whenever they see each other next.

Does she still have his coat? Or rather, what had been his coat? He’d found the beanie she’d borrowed on the floor of his car. Does she also not know what to do with her incidental souvenir?

The residents of the Arconia didn’t notice him before and they don’t notice him now. It’s not like he’d be subjecting himself to constant glares for the occasional smile. Hell, he shared an elevator with Oliver once and the man hadn’t reacted at all. Though, he’d been engrossed in a phone call at the time. The only person, aside from Mabel, who treats him differently is Lester, his subpar ASL replaced with tense gestures.

Does Theo want to live in his childhood home again, with all it’s secrets and dark corners? Does he want to live here, among a revolving sea of neighbors? Does he want to sleep in this bed that came with the place, and dream of Mabel?

Just seeing her face makes his day and that’s… pathetic. He’s completely, painfully aware of why it took them a year to exchange phone numbers, why they can’t ever—

But she’d surprised him by signing sentences, had said it just seemed useful to learn ASL. Useful, and fun.

Maybe if he lived in the building again, the label ‘friends’ would become less dubious.

The light by the door flashes. Theo isn’t expecting anyone and a non-specific suspicion takes hold. He checks his phone, but he hasn’t received a text saying: flee, all is discovered.

A pause. The light flashes again.

He crosses the apartment, checks the peephole.

Mabel.

He opens the door, blinks. Her expression is sheepish, almost apologetic.

“I need your help again,” she signs, “please.”

“Anything.”

#theobel #only murders in the building #omitb #mabel mora #theo dimas #fanfiction #my fanfic tag #fic: sorry for not winning you an arcade ring #oliver putnam #charles-haden savage #lucy omitb #gonna try to finish this before the premiere #we’ll see how that goes lol

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harrietmjones · 2 months

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I made myself nearly cry when coming up with some ideas for my OMITB fanfic I’ve been working on (only posted the one chapter so far though!)

I swear it’ll be happy in the end, just been putting some of the characters in sad positions tbh.

#only murders in the building #omitb #mabel mora #theo dimas #oliver putnam #charles haden savage #will putnam #henry putnam #original character #theobel #omitb fanfic #fanfiction

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habrina-was-wronged · 1 year

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Chapters: 2/10 Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (TV 2018) Summary: Fate is a funny inescapable thing.

#chilling adventures of sabrina #caos #tcaos #sabrina #netflix sabrina #caos fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #a03 #fan fic #sabrina fic #theo putnam #harvey kinkle #greendale #the chilling adventures of sabrina

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the-neverletmegoxo · 3 years

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The Fae and the Prince

Authors Note: I'M BACK!! SO so so so terribly sorry to make you all wait... had a bit of a meltdown #mentalhealth.... not because of this.. just life in general.. Anyway this one is a bit long, but I had to get it out and include a bit of Caliban at the end.. Give me your thoughts, questions, concerns! I'm ready! thank you to all the readers it really means a lot for anyone to be reading this.. <3 xoxoxo

Summary: Just read lolol lots of new characters.. a plot is a brewin’!

PART 8:

You felt a scratching feeling on your back. Your eyes slowly opened, afraid to look at your surroundings. Squinting, you scanned the area. It was still dark out, so you knew you hadn’t been unconscious for long. Your head prickled with a sharp pain, realizing that you had been hit on the back of the head. ‘But from what?’ you asked yourself. You pushed yourself up on your forearms, blinking to readjust your eyes to the darkness. You felt twigs and leaves underneath you. You were in the forest. ‘How the hell did I get here?’

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a shadow pass by to your right. Quickly, you pulled yourself together and pushed yourself off the ground. A gust of wind knocked you right back down. Coughing, due to the air being knocked out of you, you tried to sit up. A foot pressed down on your chest forcing you back to the forest’s floor.

You glanced up and you couldn’t believe it. An angel stood over you. Growing up hearing about the stories your mother told you about angels, this is not how you thought you’d meet one. They were supposed to appear in times of need. They were supposed to guide you, not shove you down, trapping you.

“Well boys, look what we have here.” You saw two other angels swiftly fly down to your left. “Get off of me!” you rasped, barely any air in your chest, with the foot still pressing down on your chest. “Oo! She’s a feisty one boys!”

“That’s enough Aza, let her go.” a voice from behind you echoed.

Just as quickly as the boot landed on your chest, it was gone. You gasped for air, rolling over the pile of leaves and twigs, coughing until you could breathe normally again. Slowly you stood up, your eyes now used to the darkness, you saw three angels to your left and one circled from the right, so that it was standing a few feet in front of you.

Two of the three angels on the left had stoic expressions on their faces, like they did not want to be here. They looked like twins. They were broad-chested men, both with dark brown hair that came down to their shoulders. Their eyes were deep-set and almost onyx colored. The other angel, assuming it was the one they called ‘Aza’, had a devilish grin, not like Caliban’s, this one had an ulterior motive. One you sensed would cause you harm. His air was as wild as his eyes. Black with a streak of white hair that framed the left side of his face. His left eye was also white, the right black. He wasn’t as muscular as the twins, but his shoulders were still broad. All of their features were striking, and ominous, but they perfect in a way.

All of them had large stark white wings protruding from their backs. So large, that they dusted the ground beneath them.

The angel that told Aza to get off of you was taller than the other three. He towered over them. His wavy hair came just below his ears. It was a dusty brown color, almost grey. His eyes were a piercing blue. Like sapphires. His cheeks were curved in, in a harsh way, but it fit his stature. He looked older than the others. His skin had a grey hue to it and his long fingers looked gargoyle-like. His wings were a darker shade of grey. They were shiny, as if oil covered them.

“Y/N, please accept my deepest apologizes for my brother’s manners. He hasn’t been to Earth in over a thousand years and he took capturing you a bit out of hand.”

You kept your mouth shut, unsure of what to say first.

“Allow me to introduce myself and my brothers.” Gesturing his hand to the angel to your right, “This is Azazel, Aza for short. Next to him are Rameel and Sariel. I am Arakiel, your father.”

Your eyes went wide, and it felt like the air had been knocked out of you once again. You took a few steps back unsure of how to escape this situation.

This man, or angel, you should say, is your father. The father who your mother said was dead since you were a child. The father who visited you on your birthday eve, only you were unaware. The father who wanted you to join him to take down Pandemonium, Sabrina... Caliban. Caliban. Your mind went to him, was he ok? Was he safe? Had they captured him?

“You’re not my father, you may be my biological one, but a father is there for their children.”

“You sound just like your mother. So strong-minded.” Arakiel retorted.

A chill went down your spine, something about the way he mentioned your mother wasn’t right.

“I assume you’ve spoken to her in the last day. She mentioned how much you’ve grown since I last saw you.”

“Why are you here? What do you want? Why now?”

The three other angels slowly started to encircle you. The hairs on the back of your neck perked up.

“You see, Y/N, your 18th birthday is coming up, as well as the Spring Equinox. The equinox is of the utmost importance for different sects of beliefs: your birthday just happens to fall near that.” You could feel your face drain of its color and warmth. “I need you. Our kind needs you. We need to make certain that Lucifer, your witch friend, and Caliban do not ascend to the throne of Pandemonium.”

You could feel a cold breath on the back of your neck. You knew Aza was right behind you. “Why me? What does either of their ascensions have to do with you?” you questioned.

“Their growing power has caused a rift in Pandemonium as well as Heaven. Creatures are seeping out of hell and disrupting humanity. Creatures like the Green Man pagans, Gallus, and Hellhounds.”

Your gaze shot to the man who claimed to be your father. “Why?” you countered.

“Because they have sensed a shift in power. When Lilith claimed the throne, while my brother was—incapacitated,” Arakiel let out a dry laugh, “she disrupted everything that was set in stone. Lucifer was meant to fall. Though he betrayed God, he was God’s favorite. God granted him Pandemonium as a parting gift.”

“This is definitely not something I learned in Sunday school” you whispered to yourself.

Arakiel cocked his head, never breaking eye contact with you. He continued on, “Lilith’s overthrowing of the throne, like I said before, caused a disrupt in everything that was meant to happen. A mere woman has caused everything to fall apart” he said with a grimace. “But a woman can be of use to me.” Arakiel stalked toward you.

You went to back up, only to bump into one of the angels. Aza grabbed your right arm, squeezing his marble-like hand into your forearm. The third angel did the same on your left. Arakiel was only inches away from you.

“I need you to do a task for me Y/N. I need you to get Sabrina to fall in love with Caliban.”

Your heart dropped. Why would he ask you to something like that? Why does that have anything to do with Pandemonium? Even though you had only known Caliban for a short period of time—well a day... damn. It did not feel like a day. You felt like you had met him before, like you were meant to be with him. Your chest felt empty when you were away from him. You didn’t want to admit this to yourself because of everything that had happened with Sabrina and the contest, and the fact that he is the prince of hell. But you knew you could never be with him, prophecy or not, it wasn’t right to be with him.

“Caliban.” You repeated to yourself quietly. You didn’t think the hands around your arms could get any tighter, but they did when they heard that name.

Arakiel dropped his head, so that he was level with yours, “I know how you feel about the prince of hell, daughter. I need you to do this or else the world as we know it will cease to exist… that includes your mother.”

Your gaze shot to him. “What have you done with my mother?” you yelled.

“She’s safe. For now, but I need you to do this, or she won’t be. As a matter of fact, she’s with us now.” His head turned toward the oak tree behind him.

Your eyes narrowed on the tree. The closer you looked at it, the more it looked like the shape of a woman. Your knees gave out. You would have dropped to the ground if your arms hadn’t been held by the angels next to you. Tears welled in your eyes as you held in a sob.

Arakiel came towards you and placed two of his skeleton-like fingers under your chin, lifting your head up. “She’s alive, but for how long … well that’s up to you. She will never be able to morph back into human form again”

You shook your head. “Why are you doing this to us? To her? I thought you loved her.”

“At one in point I did, I still do, but time moves differently for us. Angels, demons, nymphs, gods. We get bored” he replied.

Your heart ached for your mother. She didn’t seem to have fallen out of love with your father. You shook your head, that wasn’t important at the moment, you thought to yourself. You couldn’t bear the thought of Caliban being with Sabrina, or anyone for that matter. But you couldn’t let your mother stay this way. “How do I get them to fall for one another?” you asked defeatedly.

“That’s my girl!” he exclaimed, clasping your chin. You shook your head out of his grasp.

“Unfortunately, magic will be of no use to us. Witches can sense it and demons… well demons can find a loophole. That’s what happened when we tried to do the opposite for Lilith and Lucifer. Lilith is smart for a female.”

You scoffed at his remark towards Lilith. There were moments when she acted a bit out of hand, but she had her reasons.

“We must do it the old fashioned way.” Your brows furrowed together, confused by his comment. “You must do everything in your power to make Caliban hate you. Despise you. You see daughter, Caliban feels the same for you as you do for him. You two complete one another. You felt that haven’t you?” his eyes peering into your soul. You grunted while trying to shake the angels off you, but it was no use. He smiled confirming his suspicions.

“But he also completes Sabrina. But we can’t let the two of you happen, Lucifer will have the upper hand if we do. If Caliban and Sabrina come together, taking them down will be—straightforward.”

“That doesn’t make sense. Why would Lucifer have an advantage if Caliban and I were together? Why me? How will this fix the rift?”

“That answer will come in good time. As for your first question, let’s just say I’m killing two birds with one stone. I can’t let Caliban and you get together, for Lucifer will have control over both kingdoms. I can’t let that happen. It was the sole reason he was cast down in the first place.” Arakiel gave a wave of his hand and the two angels dropped your arms, causing you to fall to the ground.

You looked up as the angel hovered over you. “Do we have a deal daughter?” you looked down at the ground, not wanting to agree to this twisted plan. But Arakiel had control over your mother and that was the only family left in your life. But what about Sabrina, Roz, Theo, Harvey… Caliban? You glanced back up at the angel. A determined look on your face, caused his features to crinkle. With one swift raise of his hands, you were eye level with the angel, barely able to breathe.

“Y/N. don’t try to be the hero in this story. It will end poorly for both you, your mother, and the rest of civilization.” He dropped you back on the ground. Gasping for air, you nodded your head. “Fine. Fine. Just please let my mother go.”

“Oh no, it doesn’t work like that, I need leverage. You go through with our deal and your mother will return to you safely. You have 6 months. I will see you on the 31st of March.”

With that, a gust of wind crashed into you. They vanished.

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You collapsed to your knees, your hand clasping your chest, as tears streamed down your face.

How is this happening? Why hadn’t Caliban been here? He seemed to show up every other time you were in trouble.

At that moment, you heard footsteps crunching quickly through the leaves.

“Y/N? Y/N!” you heard someone call out your name.

You turned around to find Caliban running towards you. in less than a moment he had his hands on your shoulders, examining you for any injuries. “Are you alright? Why the hell are you in the woods? Were you sleepwalking?” he questioned you.

Your brows scrunched together confused by his sleepwalking comment. Only your mother knew about that. And why hadn’t he noticed me sooner. It wasn’t like he was actually asleep.

“I’m fine.” You muttered as you shrugged his hands off your shoulders.

Caliban gave you a quizzical look. “What happened to you? I noticed you go to the bathroom five minutes ago and when you didn’t come out I went to check… you weren’t there. Then I heard you calling for me…” he stated.

You shot him a sharp look. Calling for him? What was he talking about? Five minutes? You’d been gone for at least an hour… You didn’t know how you long you were unconscious for, but it was longer than five minutes. And your conversation with Arakiel was definitely more than five minutes.

“Caliban what are you talking about? I’ve been gone for longer than five minutes.”

“No, no you weren’t. I saw you get up to go get a glass of water and after a few minutes when I didn’t hear the faucet turn on I went in to check on you and then I heard you screaming my name, and I ran out here.”

Why is his time frame so off? You chewed the inside of your lip thinking how this could have happened. Unless… oh god. Aza… That’s why that name sounded familiar… He was a Time Watcher. Your mother told you stories about him, ‘Beware of the Time Watcher’, she used to say. He could freeze, disrupt and completely erase time, but it came at a price. Aza would start to age if he did it too many times. That explained the white streak, and the fact that he couldn’t see out of his left eye. Could you explain that to Caliban? Would he believe you? Would Arakiel know you told him? He seemed to know everything else. You thought it best to keep it to yourself for now.

“Yeah, I was sleepwalking. Had a nightmare, must of ended up walking out the door” you replied.

He looked at you like he didn’t truly believe what you were saying, like he could read your mind. He pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear and stared into your eyes. Your heart felt heavy, realizing how hard it would be to deceive him. But you had to do it for your mother.

You broke away from his gaze and pushed yourself off the ground. “I need to get back to the Spellman’s. I’ll see you later?”

“I can walk you back. I mean lucifer, Y/N, you ended up in the middle of the forest by yourself in the middle of the night. From sleepwalking?”

“Yeah, my mom said I would do it sometimes during the fall.” He gave you another quizzical look. “I’ve got it from here, I’ve been through this before. I’ll talk to you later.”

You turned away from him and headed back towards the Spellman’s home. Your chest started to ache again. This time for yourself.

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sprnklersplashes · 2 years

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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

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liviz223 · 3 years

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Faustus and Zelda get caught red-lipped on the couch.

Post part four fluff featuring Sabrina and the gang.

#caos #caos fanfiction #fanfiction #zelda spellman #faustus blackwood #spellwood #sabrina spellman #nicholas scratch #robin goodfellow #theo putnam #rosalind walker #harvey kinkle

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dream-girls-evil · 3 years

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Summary: The black leather coat she wore turned her into little more than a shadow, features impossible to read at the distance, but Zelda imagined she could feel those piercing blue eyes settle on her, heavy with the weight of whatever news she’d brought.

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It’s been a year and a half, but I finally, finally did it! Chapter 3 of The Damnation Game is HERE!!!

I would SO appreciate comments if you liked it. They are serotonin, and I need it after all the times I’ve cried trying to get this done 😅 all in all though, I’m very proud of myself and really love a lot of my writing, so I hope you do, too!

And a HUGE shout out to all the amazing friends who have encouraged me through this process, especially @themoon-andher-love for editing.

#time to go cry because I can’t believe it’s DONE #it honestly doesn’t feel real #caos #caos fanfiction #tomorrownevercame #the damnation game (tomorrownevercame)#my fan fiction #my writing #sabrina spellman #zelda spellman #caos lilith #hilda spellman #ambrose spellman #nick scratch #caos Lucifer #prudence night #harvey kinkle #roz walker #theo putnam

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honeybee-babe · 3 years

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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

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phantomstatistician · 2 years

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Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Sample Size: 2,521 stories

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potterandpromises · 7 months

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sorry for not winning you an arcade ring: chapter 10

The conclusion. [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]

Also on AO3

(Picks up one day after the last chapter.)

Hid in the backroom of the venue, still in her wedding dress, Mabel bursts into full belly laughter.

Theo huffs out a laugh, too, watches her from behind the chocolate croissant held to his lips. There's a crinkle around his eyes when he laughs. Or when he holds it back.

All things considered, the second (annual?) killer reveal party went better then she anticipated. To think the case was ultimately solved by some blue paint speckled on Sazz Pataki's shoes.

She should take off the dress. It's a rental, and it isn't covered in blood or anything, so she should be able to get her deposit back if she manages not to spill on it. But, if she leaves, even just to go to the bathroom, even just for a few minutes, her agreement with Theo will end, and it'll all be over.

How long, until Charles and Oliver are finished talking to reporters and come find her? It could be hours, honestly. Hopefully.

She's tired of hoping.

Theo's eyebrows are raised; his mouth quirked upwards. He's stopped snacking just to puzzle her out.

"This is ridiculous," Mabel says, and again in sign: "We’re ridiculous."

"You only just realized?”

"No."

She doesn't want this to be the last time they stand around in fancy clothes eating leftovers. (She does not know how to sign 'leftovers.')

She crosses to his side of the staging table, pauses just far enough away that they can talk, just close enough to reach out and run her fingers down his face, if she wanted.

He bites his lip, looks right through her. If it were someone else, it would be like a bite. Down by his hip, his fingers curl into a fist, glide up.

“Life would be less complicated,” he's slow, tense, doesn't move his mouth at all, “if we stopped…”

He stops, lets his hands hover for a moment. “But you know that.”

Mabel shakes her head, digs her teeth into her lower lip. “People think we’re bad for each other, but they’re wrong, okay?” She looks around the room as if it contains all their complications, as if it isn’t their last ditch oasis. “And you’re worth… I-T.”

He’s less of an oasis in the desert, more of a pond frozen still. “Theo?”

He blinks and the tension eases out of his shoulders. That curiosity is back in the crease between his eyebrows, in the slight tilt of his head. Zoe was right, he really does have beautiful eyes. There's something like wonder in them. Something like joy.

Mabel searches her mind for the sign: 'kiss,' and once again draws a blank. She should have prepared. Easily, she lets it go.

She steps forward. He steps forward. Their lips brush, but mostly, they just bash their chins together.

They pull back, look at each other, and, at the exact same time, snicker.

"We're so in S-Y-N-C."

He nods, licks his own sheepish grin.

In the back room of the venue for their fake wedding, she kisses him again.

His hands land on her hips. Her fingers find his scalp. They sink into each other, go down.

She straddles him, presses him against the 90s carpet. His sigh tickles her cheek. The train of her dress spreads out in all directions, covers him. His hands slide up, make her shiver, find the sides of her breasts.

The door opens.

“That was a wonderful— oh!”

Mabel pulls herself upright, but not off of Theo, because the only thing worse then being caught like this, would be to trip on an escape attempt. Theo, meanwhile, writhes beneath her.

“Well,” Oliver says, “I can’t say I’m actually surprised. Though, it would have been nice if— Charles! Quit staring!”

With some teamwork, Mabel and Theo disengage their complicated clothes. As they pull apart and stand up, Charles seems to reboat himself.

“As long as your happy," he says, like someone's kicked him to say it. It gives Mabel a warm, fuzzy feeling anyway.

"I am."

"Yes, well, then I think it's best if we leave these two young loverbirds alone." Oliver seems genuinely pleased by the development, by his understated smile. "Text me the dets!"

He and Charles shuffle out, arms entangled in something between hand holding and arm wrestling.

"I'm not going to do that!"

She turns back to Theo, who hasn't quite recovered.

"They're fine," she reassures him. He looks skeptical, and worried. "And we're fine, right? We have..."

“We have time,” he finishes, taps his wrist at the same moment she does.

#theobel #only murders in the building #omitb #mabel mora #theo dimas #oliver putnam #charles-haden savage #fanfiction #my fanfic tag #fic: sorry for not winning you an arcade ring #it's DONE

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harrietmjones · 3 months

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Title: The Life of the Girl from Apartment 12E

Chapter: 1 of ?

Summary: Cassie Mora is a sweet, precocious and incredibly curious six year old girl, living her life surrounded by the people of the Arconia.

(I'm so bad at summaries, I'm sorry about that!)

#only murders in the building #omitb #mabel mora #oliver putnam #charles haden savage #theo dimas #will putnam #henry putnam #theobel #omitb fanfic #only murders in the building fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic

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meake · 4 years

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All the roads lead to you

The road trip au no one asked for but still got.

"Do you know where we are ?"

"Yes, Prudence, we're in California"

"WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE IN OREGON"

#caos #caos imagine #prudence #sabrina x prudence #prudence night #roadtrip #cars #spellnight #sabrina spellman #fanfiction #chilling adventures rp #chilling adventures of sabrina #theo putnam

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deepeststarfishsong · 4 years

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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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