how do you always think of the most gut wrenching angst
Idk ,, angsty ideas js come to me bcus theres js ,, so many tropes and situations i can . Put characters into ,, lovers to enemies ,, one sided love ,, situational break ups ,, misunderstandings and misfortunes ,,, just so so much possibilities đ„čđ„č
Fluff idk the only thing i can think of is domestic fluff and thats it đ„
FEM!UMA!READER WITH INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA X SIRIUS SYMBOLI WHO GEN DOESNT KNOW WHAT TO DO BCUS THIS IS HER FIRST TIME ACTUALLY LIKING SOMEONE
Oh god i need this
Someone give me motivation
No cus imagine that Fem!Uma!Reader overcompensates HARD. Maybe she talks about boys she âshouldâ like, or insists sheâll eventually âgrow out of this weird phase.â Sirius hears it and just goes quiet for once
OR MAYBE: Reader DOES want affection from Sirius, but panics afterward. Like she leans into Siriusâs touch unconsciously, lets Sirius play with her ears or hold her hand⊠then later avoids her for days because she feels guilty about liking it.
And adding onto it: what if Sirius initially thinks Reader dislikes her. Every time Sirius flirts, Reader freezes up, changes the topic, or gets weirdly defensive.
âYou know, youâre cute when you glare at me like that.â
You have made me stand up in middle of the night due to how much you make Robin and reader suffer with angst. So, I have came to request FLUFF of them cuz they have suffered enough.
Gulps ,,, I decided to spare yall this time ,, look its posted here. ,
I thought abt Robin x Halovian!Fem!Reader who doesnât take care of her wings properly ,, like that one uma fic i did with Victoire pisa just that its Halovian!Reader this time ,,,
This is lowk rlly short ,, but i thought i should ends everyoneâs suffering (for now) from the angsts ive been posting ,,
MEN ALIGNED AND HOMOPHOBES DNI.
Robin noticed it after rehearsals.
Youâre sitting beside her in the dressing room, shoulders slumped forward while absentmindedly trying to smooth down the feathers around your waist. The soft halovian plumage there is slightly ruffled, just uncared for in the way feathers get when someoneâs too busy, too tired, or simply not used to maintaining them properly.
Robin watches quietly for a moment.
Then she gently catches your wrist.
âYouâll damage them if you keep tugging like that,â she murmurs.
You immediately flush in embarrassment. âIâm trying, okay? Theyâre just annoying. They get dirty so fastâŠâ
Robinâs expression softens almost painfully.
Because she understands.
Halovian wings werenât just decoration. They were sensitive, delicate, personal. Caring for another halovianâs wings was something intimate in the quietest way possible. An act of trust.
And you looked so frustrated with yourself.
So Robin smiles warmly and pats the space beside her.
âCome here,â she says. âIâll help.â
At first, youâre stiff with embarrassment while she works. Robin sits behind you carefully, handling your wings with such unbelievable gentleness that it almost makes your chest ache.
Her fingers separate the feathers one by one.
Checking for bent plumes.
Smoothing tangled layers.
Cleaning away dust gathered near your waist where clothing rubbed against them constantly.
âThese ones need the most care,â Robin hums softly. âYou really have been neglecting themâŠâ
âI knowâŠâ you mumble into your hands.
âBut thatâs alright.â Her voice turns impossibly tender. âYou have me now.â
It becomes routine after that.
Some evenings, Robin simply appears beside you carrying a brush and oil with a knowing smile.
Other times sheâll tug you into her lap before you can protest, humming softly while preening your feathers with patient affection.
She especially loves your waist wings.
Claims theyâre âthe prettiest shape.â
You insist she only says that because theyâre the easiest for her to reach.
But secretlyâŠ
you start taking pride in them because of the way Robin handles them.
Like theyâre precious.
Like youâre precious.
The wings behind your ears, thoughâŠ
Those are different, far more sensitive.
The first time Robin touches them, you nearly jolt out of your skin.
Her fingertips barely graze the downy feathers hidden behind your ear before you let out a startled noise, shoulders instantly rising.
Robin freezes.
ââŠOh?â
Her tone shifts immediatelyâsofter now, curious.
Meanwhile youâre covering your face in humiliation.
âS-Shut up.â
âI didnât say anything.â
âYou were thinking it.â
That laugh of hers fills the room.
And from then on, Robin becomes impossibly smug about it.
Not cruelly.
But she notices how your breathing changes whenever she carefully preens those tiny feathers behind your ears. Notices how you instinctively lean toward her touch despite trying to hide it.
Sometimes sheâll brush her fingers there absentmindedly while talking.
Just to watch you lose your train of thought mid-sentence.
âYouâre doing that on purpose,â you accuse weakly one evening.
Robin only smiles innocently from behind you, continuing to smooth the feathers near your ear.
âDoing what?â
You turn to glare at her â only to completely fail when she presses one final delicate stroke along the sensitive feathers.
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