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Chapters: 10/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry
Chapter Summary: Robin is having a hard time wrapping his head around solving for voltage, current, and resistance. But, in his defense, Finn has become more of a hindrance as a tutor than a boon. It’s hard for Robin to focus on numbers when Finn looks so adorably excited. He keeps watching his lips as they move, pretty and pink. He’s distracted by the impulse to brush Finn’s hair from his forehead. He’s a little entranced by his voice, the way it’s deepened over the years, but then periodically cracks with his excitement.
Or, Finn and Robin come to a mutual understanding.
Story Summary: Robin doesn’t understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamá’s didn’t cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and he’s hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesn’t recognize himself.
“Chingada madre,” he says, panic whipping through him. “¡Estoy muerto! I’m fucking dead!” He paces around the room, his hands on his head.
Or, Robin doesn’t die…but he’s not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.












