#frobin week

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And that's it, folks! At least until the itch for Frobin one-shots returns~

If you enjoyed these pieces, please have a look at my others~ Thanks for reading!

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Day 2 is up~ with a few edits!

Expect Day 3 on Thursday~

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Starting today I'll be posting my Frobin Week submissions over at my fanfiction account, so if any of you are interested in reading them as a collection or wanted to leave a review~ Thank you!

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Frobin Week Day Seven Theme: Mamhlapinataei  Word count: 1410 Notes: I’ve had this idea for a while, and have been wondering whether to use it for Frobin week or not. It fits the prompt pretty well though, so I decided to kind of half-do it for now. I will be reusing this idea in the future however as a longer, more in-depth and past-tense oneshot based after ‘After the Rain’ and before a sequel. Also, all of my works this week have been from either Robin or Franky’s perspective. You’ll find this one it a little different in that sense (:

 They’re up early. Sanji glances at the ship’s archaeologist and shipwright who’ve risen with the sun. He notes the way they greet each other in the cool morning air with both an enthusiastic exclamation and a quiet smile. Sanji finds himself smiling too. They seem happy. He stands from the place he’s been camped in for a few hours (he had the second watch tonight) and heads towards the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast. As he passes them, he displays his usual greeting and offers to bring Robin a coffee, which she gladly accepts. As Sanji heads into the galley and closes the door behind him, he’s sure he sees the two walking along the deck together to watch the sunrise.

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After breakfast, Chopper is cleaning out a cupboard in the infirmary. He discovers a storybook tucked away at the back. He is unsure of how exactly he obtained the book, only that it’s been there since before the incident two years ago. However, he knows how much Robin loves books and that she will appreciate him showing it to her. So he finds her out on the grass by the swing and hands her the book. Robin flicks through the first few pages, before offering to read him one of its many stories to which Chopper excitedly listens on. Halfway through, Franky comes over to listen. He sits in the grass beside Chopper and Chopper wriggles closer to the cyborg, who, in turn, pulls him into his lap. They both listen as Robin continues the story. When the story is nearly finished (just when the prince is about to kiss the princess), Robin glances up momentarily and looks at Franky. Chopper looks on. Franky is also looking at Robin. They are just staring at each other, their eyes locked in contact. Chopper doesn’t understand what’s going on. But after a moment, Robin continues her reading.

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“What were you saying, Nami?” she asks, “Just before.” Nami is momentarily side-tracked, before remembering what she was talking about. “Oh yes,” she says, “About the—” She doesn’t get very far. “Excuse me for a moment, Nami,” Robin interrupts again, her eyes back on the cyborg, who is now coming up towards them. Nami notes the mischievous smile they both sport. And then Robin is gone, quickly into the opposite direction. Nami can almost swear she heard her giggle, but chooses to dismiss it as a fragment of her imagination.

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Sanji has just come along with afternoon tea, and Luffy is enjoying the food. He heard from Nami earlier that Franky and Robin are playing some sort of game, but as he looks around now he sees nothing to suggest that. They’re not even near each other at the moment; Robin is up in the library whilst Franky is down in his workshop, no doubt working on something awesome. Luffy’s eyes light up just thinking about it. Just after lunch, he’d seen Franky showing Robin some sort of thing. Robin must have liked it, because instead of looking bored, she laughed. Even so, Luffy couldn’t understand what was so funny about it. It was awesome, sure, but laughter was a weird response. Having finished his afternoon tea, Luffy goes to bother Sanji for dinner.

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The call for dinner has been made, and Zoro stands from where he has spent the afternoon snoozing. He makes his way toward the galley, yawning as he does so. It’s been an uneventful day. Entering the galley, he sees that Luffy is there already, and hungrily drooling over the smell of the cooked meal. Franky and Robin arrive last and together. Zoro notices the pair are smiling as though they’ve recently been laughing at a joke. The meal proceeds relatively uneventfully, with Chopper excitedly babbling about some story Robin read for him earlier. As the little reindeer continues, Zoro notices Robin’s hand bump against Franky’s. Twice. Very subtly, the pair remove a hand each from the table. Zoro isn’t certain, but he’s pretty sure that if someone were to look under there now, they’d see the two were holding hands.

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After the table has been cleared, Usopp heads down to his factory to store his new harvest of Pop Greens. He passes Franky’s workshop and decides to double back. Sure enough, the shipwright is in there, working on something. Usopp enters the room and enquires about it. Franky invites him over and proceeds to explain. It is a mechanical garden-assistant. The little device will keep the garden at a fairly consistent temperature; very useful for a ship in the New World, where a ship can transfer through several seasons in only a week, causing a strain on any flowers or plants. Usopp is about to ask a few more questions, when there is a small knock at the door. Robin is there. Usopp notices the grin that spreads across Franky’s face upon seeing her. “Mind if we end this here, bro?” Franky asks him. Usopp glances to Franky, to Robin and back, noting the way the two look at each other. “N-not at all,” he responds. “Super,” Franky thanks him, and he and Robin leave the room together. Usopp wonders about them for a moment, before remembering he has a new harvest of Pop Greens to sort through.

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It appears to be a quiet night. Brook takes a seat on the upper deck with a cup of tea, ready to take tonight’s first watch. His mind is in the beginning stages of trailing off when he notices a pair of his Nakama appear on the lower deck. Strange, as it is becoming quite late. Nonetheless, Franky and Robin are unaffected. Brook watches them as they laugh together, their hands held as they discuss something Brook can’t quite hear. But he doesn’t need to. He knows what he sees, and he doesn’t even have eyes. He stands and picks up his violin, slowly easing into a smooth tune that blends into the night. It’s all about atmosphere, and Brook is willing to support it. Franky and Robin make no recognition of his presence, but seem to slowly move together with the rhythm. Though Brook may just be imagining it. He watches as Franky carefully lifts Robin into his arms, so that she is facing him and they are eye level. They are looking at each other, deep into one another’s eyes. They are close. Very close. Leaning inwards…Brook imagines they’d be able to feel one another’s breaths. He continues his slow, smooth tune, watching intently for what happens next. But as quickly as the pair’s encounter started, it stops. Brook finds himself holding a note, having expected more from the advancement between the pair. Robin has pulled back. Franky seems to understand. Gently, he sets her feet on the ground. She looks up at him, almost as though apologising, but he shakes his head. There is no need for that. Robin trembles slightly, leaning in and taking Franky in a simple embrace, burrowing into his chest which she barely comes up to. Franky returns the gesture, softly stroking at her long black hair. Too soon, perhaps. Not yet. There was a time when Brook may have experienced that same feeling when he was young. But that was a long time ago. He slowly eases out of the tune, having it fade in the night, and turns back to his seat to give the pair some time alone. At the very least, it’s a start.

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Frobin Week Day 7 - Mamhlapinataei 

*Mamihlapinatapei: The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start.

I watched One Piece Z last night, it was pretty good. I had decided to use those outfits before hand though...

I couldn't make them look too reluctant but whatever. I'M FREE! Well except that I still have to finish my cosplay for AN and answer all of Madame Shyarly's Asks... Remind me not to participate in too many pairing weeks again, I'm too much of a procrastinator for it ;_;

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Understand

Frobin Week - Day 6 - Understand - 496 words

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Hers is a family that understands.

Her captain, with his intuitive awareness of heavy hearts and melancholia, always ready with a diverting new clapping game or a novel combination to add to their ever-growing secret handshake.

Ro~bin~! If you laugh you’ll be happy!

Her swordsman, never trusting her with his own back but always there to cover hers, on the ship or in battle, his katana not so much whistling as howling to fell her foes, even before she comprehends the danger--and, sometimes, even when she has more than enough hands of her own.

Idiot, you don’t have to fight by yourself anymore.

Her navigator, her confidant, the sister she never believed she would find, in the dead of night lifting the covers for her, no questions asked--or, if she cannot escape the nightmare’s snare herself, sliding in next to her, arms a warm firm reminder. 

Shh, shh, you are not alone.

Her sniper king, a riveting tale always on the tip of his tireless silver tongue when she needs a distraction the most: tales of perilous journeys, of damsels shackled in towers of phantom justice and the tenacious courage required to brave the obstacles ahead.

Robin! Have faith in us!

Her cook, even after two years apart, still so acutely attuned to her sleeping patterns as to have a pot of coffee already brewing and a heaping plate of oven-fresh coffee cake for her with an ample side of idle chatter when she sidles in, hours before dawn.

Robin-chwaan~ You’ll never go hungry another day so long as I live!

Her doctor, ever attentive, never a word needed for him to know when she requires a little something extra to drift off at night. Some nights, no more than a warm mug of his excellent tea sends her nodding off into the land of dreams; other nights she needs a pill or two, carefully concocted and slipped into her hand with nothing but a murmured instruction. Still other nights, all she wants is his wooly company to read beside, until one or the other of them drops off to sleep.

Robin! I’ll keep even your heart in good health!

Her musician, invariably materializing from the dusky mantle of a lonely watch night to fill the hushed air with sweet silvery ballads.

Robin-san! One must also remember to nourish the soul! Yohoho!

Ah, but Franky, always with his greetings, “Robin! Suuuper good morning to you!” or “Don’t you look super this morning!” or, her personal favorite, “Robin! Aren’t you a Suuuuper sight for sore eyes~!” after a particularly late night in the workshop, with inflamed eyes and grease spots on his face and shirt.

It’s not the words he speaks that set him apart from the others, but the reminders woven between them. Isn’t it Suuuper to be alive today? That broad toothy grin, I told you so!

Live, Robin!

I’m super glad you chose the sea.

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Frobin Week Day Six Theme: Understand Word count: 335

Robin stared at the Baby Den-Den Mushi on her palm. “Franky,” she pronounced the name clearly and carefully, “I do believe I told you to approach this situation with care.”

“But I have,” the cyborg insisted in a static-ish crackle from the other end of the line, “Can you tell where I am? Is it super?”

Robin felt the urge to sigh, but hid her frustration. “That’s the point,” she said, “I’m not supposed to be able to guess where you are. I told you to approach with care, not air. I can’t believe you coup-de-bursted yourself right in here.”

The plan was going right out the window.

“Well the bros and I might have misheard. This line isn’t very clear, you know…”

Robin was about to voice her agreement and suggest how they might approach with care, when Franky spoke again.

“Approach with flare, was it? I’m on it.”

There was a rattling as Franky evidently set the receiver down. Robin heard him give orders to some of the others, before an explosively loud firework streamed into the air above from about three kilometres away and flowered across the sky in an almighty crackle.

There was a rattling from the other end of the line as Franky once again picked up the receiver. “How was that?”

Robin sighed this time. “You misheard me again.”

“Approach with hair?” there was a quick pause before a bouncing sound was heard, indicating Franky had released a torrent of hair from atop his head.

“No. Approach with care. C-A-R-E.”

“…Care?”

“Yes,” Robin said in almost exasperation.

“…Oh…”

From the background, Robin heard Chopper panic something about approaching marines. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” she said.

“Hey, Robin?” Franky said before she could hang up.

“Hmm?”

“Approach with care.”

“I will. More so than what you did, at least.”

She hung up the Den-Den Mushi’s receiver and found herself smiling despite the situation. Then she was chuckling. And then she was laughing so hard her sides hurt.

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   Belated Day 5: Touch

Who was I to make you ait, I miss you, Been far away for far too long.  

I wanted you to stay. So keep breathing, cause i'm not leaving your anymore

-nickleback

 two years, you changed but there is still the familiar warmth in your touch.