nico robin falling in love with you
robin doesn’t realise she’s falling in love with you. despite having a sharp eye for detail, she is so oblivious to her feelings for you. one day, everything started to fall into place, like puzzle pieces joining together in her mind.
that morning, she took breakfast with you in the kitchen. carefully prepared by sanji, robin watched your teeth sink into a fried tomato, puncturing the skin. juice oozed from the wound left in the helpless fruit. staring at your tongue as you licked your lips.
“sanji’s cooking is just delicious, isn’t it.”
“oh, um, yes. yes it is.” robin spluttered, cheeks burning. swiftly, she refocused her attention to her food, digging in.
you were in the ship’s library, fulfilling your duties as the strawhat’s archivist. writing and documenting the adventures of your travels…. and keeping track of the finances. a dull job that needs to be done by someone.
robin comes to visit you while you’re hard at work. watching you scribble away at your notes, ink staining your fingers, your hair falling across your face. muttering to yourself about nami’s frivolous spending habits, attempting to work out a budget that keeps the ship afloat until we can get our hands on more berry.
“the pirates life is a turbulent one, isn’t it.”
you smile looking up at her, relieved by the distraction from this laborious task.
the way in which your face shifted at the sight of her, the tension elevated, releasing the wrinkles from your forehead, sent a growing warmth through robin’s body. reaching the tip of her fingers, and the point of her toes.
she loved seeing you hard at work, but she loved seeing you relaxing even more.
later that day, you and robin were sat out on the main deck discussing recent books you had both read. you were describing in detail the history of the island you grew up on: the warring villages, pirate raids, the religious traditions you grew up with.
robin’s eyes unconsciously drifted to your lips. plump, shiny, irresistible. the silky tone of your voice caressing her ears, coaxing her into a sleep like trance, as if she were the mermaid, and you the siren.
“what about you? what was ohara like, if you don’t mind me asking?”
this was always a difficult topic for robin to discuss. then she realised. she wants to share every detail of herself with you, as she wants to learn every detail about you. her curiosity about you grew every day she knew you, never faltering. every moment you were apart, she thought of you.
that innocent question from you, was enough to make all of robin’s feelings collide into one another: love, lust, admiration. culminating in her soul, she knew she loved you.
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