#witch drabble

@therefxreweare

The beach was always beautiful no matter the time of day. But only at a distance to Robin. The large amount of water, was daunting. The depths were scary. The unknown freaked him out. Overall the ocean was nothing short than one of his nightmares to Robin. But Lucifer seemed happy here and it had been Lucifer's idea to come here. He couldn't disappoint the other, that was the last thing Robin wanted. He just wanted them to be happy. If that meant facing the scary unknown of the ocean so be it.

Currently Robin was stood at the edge of the water. His toes only just dipping in the water as the remains of the waves rushed the shore. This was as comfortable as Robin could be with the unknown of the ocean. His eyes were set on the distance as he saw a boat dropping anchor. Just like the sinking of the object, Robin felt a sinking feeling in his gut. "We weren't just going to the beach were we." He asked sheepishly. Robin's eyes fixed on the small vessel that seem to leave the boat and headed towards them. The sinking feeling grew worse. A boat was even more of a nightmare than the ocean itself. It was nothing more than a confined place floating in the middle of nowhere on the vast depths he was so scared off.

@domsofthemultiverse

K: kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen) ((sorry this turned into a bit of a drabble))

Robin had been trying hard to bake for his husband. After all that was the role of a good wife, and that was exactly what Robin was to Steve. He stood there in nothing but a pink frilly apron. When heard the man come home he chimed a "welcome home, dear." Before pulling the apple and cinnamon pie he had made out of the oven.

The next thing Robin knew there was a hand wrapping around him under his apron and gripping his caged cock. He could feel the other's erection pressing against him. Grinding against him even. Robin couldn't stop the chorus of moans that came from him as the attention got more. He heard something from his husband about pie being best served with with cream and who else should provide that except a pretty wife.

No matter how hard he tried, Robin couldn't control his magic. It was more powerful than anyone in his family. But more dangerous. There was no discipline, unlike his brother who all had one strong area. One magical discipline. Robin didn't have that. Despite it being argued that his ability to see the future was his. That was too unpredictable itself to be considered a proper discipline. Robin was doubting he'd be ever considered a proper witch. He doubted what would become of him if he never could control it. He doubted whether there was something with him that caused it. His brothers provided great comfort with it. Constantly trying to distract the doubt in Robin's mind. They reassured him. Made him feel comfortable. Looked out for him. They did everything to stop the doubt consuming him. The Covent and his parents constantly searched for an idea of why his magic was so unpredictable.

((So I had two drabble ideas for this. So you're getting two. Also thank you little anon))

Chester

Ever since Chester had saw his first fish swimming in a lake, he had become obsessed with them. The way their scales shone in water. The way they moved. The beauty, the grace. Everything about fish drew him in. They were almost like a little dragon in the water to him. You could try to convince him otherwise and that dragons were more like lizards than fish. But he wouldn't have it. Fish were his little water dragons. He admired their beauty so much that the moment he moved out of his parents cave and to his own home (a house not a cave. He liked a balance between human and dragon, unlike his family) he got himself a pet fish. He bought it the most beautiful tank and accessories, named it Horatio and looked after it beautifully. But one fish wasn't enough. He needed more. The dragon inside him that longed for a hoard needed more. He had a hoard of treasures. But he needed a hoard of pet fish. A hoard of his water dragons babies. So he did. Chester brought them beautiful tanks, all different and perfect for each type of fish. He got himself fish you could get at a pet shop, as well as fish that were rare, he made himself a small hoard of little water dragons. He did stop, unlike his gold hoard which always grew, he didn't want to cover his house im fish after all. But enough that it felt like a hoard. Of course Horatio would always be his favourite. Horatio was after all his first pet water dragon.

Robin

Rain

Running in the rain felt amazing to Puck. There was something about it that he loves, that he found calming. He could clear his thoughts, process his emotions, feel free for those moments. The rain itself didn't phases him, actually he preferred it with the rain. It gave him something to focus on and there was always less people around to avoid. Puck bad always ran like this, even when he was little. He tried to run away from home more times than he could count. But at hogwarts it was different. Unlike school, they didn't have P.E or sports day or even race tracks for him to run on. He was encouraged to fly, and he hated it. They sugguested spells instead. Potions. Or even dealing with his problems. But nothing compared to the feeling of running in the rain. That was why whenever there was rain and he could speak out, he run laps around the school grounds. Sometimes even the quidditch pitch. But he always found somewhere to run in the rain. This was different though. Sure it was raining and he was running. But he was running for his life. Running to find Jack. Running to be safe. The death eaters had taken over the school and after nearly being killed in his first defence against the dark arts class of having the entire class perform the crucitias curse on him, he knew he needed out. Then he'd managed to piss off one of the carrows and some slytherin students, so he had no choice but to run. He scrabbled across the wet landscape, not getting the normally blissful feeling from running in the rain, instead he was purely focused on getting across the school borders do he could aperate. Curses were flying at him as they tried to catch him. Just as he crossed the border one hit. Nothing that could kill him but fatal enough to seriously injure him. Then in a blink of an eye he was gone. He was nothing running in the rain, he was at shrieking shack, surrounded by the creatures that they had rescued. He soaked through to the bone, blood mixing with the damp clothes from his injury. He barely got a word out before he collapsed into Jack's arms.

Stars

Robin had always been fascinated by stars. He didn't know why though. Maybe it was pull from him being a seer, many did believe stars held the future after all. Maybe it was because he thought they looked like fairies in the sky. Maybe it was merely because they relaxed him. But whatever it was, he loved the little floating shiny dots in the sky. He didnt understand them. He most certainly didn't get astrology and constellations. Depaire part of his shop ceiling being painted with constellations and star signs, he really didn't understand them. But they were pretty and relaxing, that was what mattered. That was why when he found the spell,he was determined to master it. Robin spent weeks, days, hours practicing the spell. Making sure every hand movement was exact, every word uttered with perfect. Of course it messed up in true Robin style along the way. Only one explosion which was good in his books. But finally Robin had done it. He cast the spell and it completely transformed his room into the night sky. He could stand in the middle of his stars. He could lay on his bed and watch them. Or if he very much desires, which he did, he could have sex surrounded by them. But for now he was content, sitting on his bedroom floor and watching the beautiful stars fill every ounce of his room.

@nefxriousmuses

Ever since Elijah had taken to caring for Robin, he had been spending more and more time with the older man. He couldn't deny he really enjoyed all the time they spent together. Similarly he couldn't deny he actually loved being cared for in such a way. He had always been somewhat good at self care but eating and sleeping properly had always been a weak spot for him. So having someone there making sure he was doing both whilst caring for him in other ways that he had so desparelty been longing for, for so long was the best thing he could have ever wished for.

The more time Robin spent with Elijah, the stronger his feels grew for him. He had always had a crush on the male but now it was more than a crush, it something a lot stronger than that. But he didn't know whether Elijah felt the same about him. He didn't even know whether Elijah even wanted him around. As far as he was aware Elijah was only doing this until Robin got his life back on track.

That was when he made the decision he regretted. He began purposely skipping his meals and overworking himself again, just so that he had an excuse to spend more time with Elijah. Robin bad actually managed to make himself unwell from it all. He was do ashamed of the state he had got himself in that whilst he was unwell hs chose to stay in his own flat hiding under the covers in shame.

One day when Robin was still unwell and still refusing to go to Elijah, he had been suprised with the man coming round to check up on him. It was when Elijah was cuddled up with him in his bed after giving Robin some food that Robin decided he might as well come clean before he messed it all up completely and lost Elijah for good.