I Dreamt of You (Frobin Fluff; Love Confessions)
Hello! I wanted to write some fluff here as this is for the homies and not my AO3 LMAO
Frobin fluff, Love Confessions, Post Time Skip, Enjoy :)
It was mid-afternoon on the Sunny, the ship finally resurfacing after their adventures on Fishman Island. The wind was hardly blowing, the sails barely catching grasps of gusts. Franky lifted his glasses and squinted his eyes looking up towards the crow’s nest, his gaze taking note of the little movement of the canvas. His cyborg body tensed in anticipation of going below to turn on the cola powered engine, but on the grass lawn of their great ship spread out his nakama taking advantage of the quiet. Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp napped in a happy puddle, Sanji and Zoro kept passing a bottle of sake between them in content silence, Brook was drawing his bow across his violin without singing, Jimbei hummed at the wheel, and even Nami was drifting off at a table while she was balancing the crew’s treasury. But then there was her, her black hair laid elegantly on her shoulders, a book in her hands, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Franky didn't know how she managed to ever learn anything new in the chaos of their little family, but there she was picking up some new knowledge he loved hearing about. The last two years had been kind to her, softening her face and steeling her resolve. He didn't know how she could get any more beautiful than the day he met her, but here she was surprising him with her wonder and strange charm. He watched her for a couple more moments and decided in the peace of this afternoon that today was the day. He waited for her to notice his eyes from across the deck, but a mouth and an explosion of petals appeared on the railing next to him,
Franky blushed and stammered, “Yes.”
He watched her slowly close her book and smile at him, the mouth on the wood continuing,
The cyborg winced at the pain of a small short circuit that crackled across his muscles, the mouth tutted,
“Mr. Shipwright, are you flustered?”
Robin leaned forward on her hands, elbows on her knees, her large black eyelashes fluttered over her stunning blues that enraptured Franky. He swallowed and steadied himself then murmured softly,
A light chuckle broke between the lips next to him,
Franky turned before she could see his entire face and chest flare red to match his metal arms. The cyborg resisted every impulse to run, but took his time until he stood outside his workshop. Since returning to the Sunny he had kept everyone, but Usopp out, the sniper keeping Franky’s secret. He didn't have to wait for long as the gentle footfall of Robin walked down the hallway, her left hand dragging along the wood grain. When she met his nervous stare she smiled and looked toward the wall,
“I missed the Sunny so much. I touch it to make sure this isn't a dream.”
“I don't think there's anything that I could do to make you feel less like a dream.”
Robin slowly turned her head to Franky, the seas of her gaze unable to be comprehended. She let them sit in tense silence before she stepped towards him,
“Do you need to touch me so I can feel less like a dream?”
Franky felt steam pouring from his ears and he stammered, “No, no, I don't, I mean I do, I mean I—” he stilled at her hand on his chest. Her fingers flayed and she leaned on him looking up, she was ethereal here, a goddess of all domains, second to none. Franky swallowed, “I have something for you, can I show you?”
Robin let her hand slide down Franky's chest and wrapped a slim arm around his steel appendages, “Of course Mr. Shipwright.”
Franky carefully opened the door and led Robin in, closing it behind him. He led her to a bookcase he had built, it was filled with tomes of varying colors, all written in the same hand. Quizzically she left his side and opened the books one at a time, running fingers along the words, her eyes dancing at the diagrams and the various accounts. He brought her a table and chair, helping her to sit as she thumbed through another volume. After the tenth she looked up at him, “These are Dr. Vegapunk’s personal plans and journals, how did you get them?”
Franky smiled wide, “Well when we all got separated I was in his lab and I found em! They were all in bad shape, but I worked to copy em into these books. Took me forever, but…” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I figured you would like them, especially this one.”
He reached for a purple volume, her favorite shade of the color, she opened it and her eyes skimmed the contents, “He made a language?”
Franky nodded, “He did, nowhere near as complicated as poneglyphs, but I figured you would be able to handle yourself.
She closed the book gently, “You thought of me then? In that lab?”
Franky sat opposite her, “Every day.”
Moments passed between them and she stood, fingertips on the table, “Mr. Shipwright, I am on my back foot here, I have nothing as meaningful to give to you.”
Franky shook his head, “That's not how gifts work Nico Robin, I did this for you and you alone.”
“Well, all the same, I may have something,” His eyebrows raised when walked toward the cyborg, standing at his side. With a delicate touch she turned his cheek to face her and standing on her tip toes she lay her lips on his. Franky’s eyes widened in shock and she pulled away, “I hope that is alright Mr. Shipwright.”
He opened his arm and helped her into his lap and cradled her lithe form in his bulky arms, feeling her arms snake around his neck as he kissed her. Their lips slid together as if they had always meant to be there, comfortable and yearning. Tongues chased each other, their chests rising and falling as the intensity increased, Franky withdrew and pressed his forehead to hers,
“Suuupppeeerrr alright Nico Robin.”
