BL Lemons and Fluff!

Robin X Beastboy Fluff

Things To Do In Titan Tower

It was the beginning of Spring, and as such, Robin was on one of his cleaning rampages. He insisted that everything in the tower be spotless, and he had employed the help of his very unwilling teammates to help him accomplish this. They worked their way from bottom to top, and by the end of the day Titan Tower was practically gleaming.
Robin rubbed his hands together, grinning. "Perfect! Now all we have to do is clean our rooms!"
"Aw, come on man!" Cyborg groaned. "My room is fine. Plus, it's not like we're gonna have guests or anything."
"Cleanliness is a virtue, and one that should be upheld. Spring has sprung! How can we clean up the streets if we can't even clean our own rooms?!" Robin asked enthusiastically. He gestured around the room. "Come on! It'll take maybe thirty minutes tops."
Everyone groaned and conceded to their fate, heading to their rooms to tidy them up.
After around twenty minutes, Robin was finished in his room. Of course, he prided himself in the fact that his room didn't stray too far from pristine at all times, so most of his cleaning had been nitpicky. He did one last thorough inspection of his room, then went to check on everyone else's progress. First, he checked in on Starfire, whose room was pretty clean overall. He gave her a thumbs up and told her to keep up the good work before moving on to Cyborg's room. He knocked on the door, then heard a metallic crashing sound before the door opened to reveal Cyborg. He was effectively blocking the doorway, and although Robin tried to get a glimpse inside, Cyborg moved to block his view.
"Hey, I just want to offer some pointers. Let me see!" Robin insisted, but Cyborg shook his head.
"I'm not nearly finished. I have to sort out a lot of stuff, and if it's not put in the proper place I'll never find it again." He said, then crossed his arms. "And no, I don't need help alphabetizing anything."
"Alright, alright. Keep up the good work then, and you'll be through in no time!" Robin said encouragingly. Yes, he was a neat freak at the best of times and a control freak at the worst, but he still respected that his teammates needed their personal space sometimes. He moved on to Raven's room, and when she opened the door he almost had a heart attack. Half melted candles were strewn around the room haphazardly, and runes were scrawled across the floor, walls, and ceiling. A large pentagram was on the wall across from her bed, and there were smoke stains around it that looked grievously permanent.
"Wh-what is all this?!" Robin asked, his hands moving to pull his hair. Perhaps this was a bad dream. Yes, he would wake up and realize that he was in his nice, clean room in the nice, clean tower. Right.
"I don't see the problem." Raven said flatly, and Robin gestured wildly at the puddles of wax surrounding each candle. "Oh. That. I was planning on burning some sage to cleanse the room of negative energy, but I needed the proper lighting."
"P-proper... the..." Robin muttered, feeling horribly at a loss for words. He pointed to the light switch, furrowing his eyebrows. "The light switch, Raven. Or open a window or something!"
"Yeah, yeah." Raven said, although Robin was convinced that she was just going to continue doing what she was doing. He sighed and rubbed his forehead, walking away to check on Beastboy. He called halfhearted encouragement over his shoulder as he left.
As he reached Beastboy's room, he took a deep breath to steady himself. Of all of the Titans, Robin knew from experience that Beastoboy was the most cluttered and messy. Of course, he wouldn't venture to say that Beastboy's habits were repulsive, but rather that they were off putting. Unfortunately, Robin was in no mood to be put off. He knocked on the door and was surprised when it opened rather quickly.
It was odd for Beastboy not to lock his door, and Robin was immediately concerned. Beastboy opened the door wide and stepped aside, gesturing to his room.
"I figured you'd be by before bed. I tried to tidy up, but I got a bit carried away." Beastboy said, his eyes darting to an open comic book hanging partly off of the top bunk of his bed.
Robin glanced around the room, a slight frown on his face as he took in the little details around him: neither of the beds were made, and the lower bunk looked a lot worse for wear. The blankets slumped to the floor, and the pillow was peeking out from beneath the bed. The desk was cluttered with various items, probably all important to Beastboy in some way. A stuffed monkey toy with cymbols lay on its side atop a pile of clothes in the corner, and a single sock peeked out from the top bunk. There were no pizza boxes or noodle cups in sight, and aside from the occasional article of clothing and the handheld console on the floor it was decent.
Robin looked over at Beastboy, about to give his verdict, when he noticed how antsy the other was. His green eyes were directed to the floor, and his arms were crossed almost defensively. It looked as if he were preparing himself for the berating of a lifetime. Robin felt an immediate wave of guilt, and he took a small step towards Beastboy, placing a hand on his shoulder lightly.
"Good work." He said simply, and Beastboy's head shot up. He looked into Robin's eyes, obviously shocked.
"Wh- Aren't you gonna say somethin' about all the clothes, or the beds, or... I don't know, something besides 'good job'?" Beastboy asked incredulously.
"No, really. It's not as bad as I expected." Robin said. He didn't comment on the fact that Beastboy seemed a bit down recently; instead, he smiled wider and patted his back before heading towards the door. "I'd give you pointers, but you look like you have things sorted. If you need anything else sorted, you know where to find me."
Beastboy stared at Robin as he went to shut the door, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The sound of the door shutting spurred him into motion, and he ran to the door and flung it open again. "Hey, Robin!"
Robin turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, Beastboy?"
Beastboy took a deep breath and smiled, running a hand through his hair. "Talking sounds nice. Do you... got the time?"
Robin smiled and nodded, walking back towards Beastboy. "Yeah. I do."

//1121 words! Emotionally closed off but willing to listen Robin is a mood, and I am a puddle right now. Beastboy is a sweet bab.