featuring: michael robinavitch x chief of paediatric! reader
a case of mistaken identity
wc: 1,513
warning: robby's a little mean, more of a meet-ugly but still calling it a meet cute
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Robby had had it with this day. He had just gotten back from his three month sabbatical and Gloria was already on his ass about patient charting and things that hadn’t been properly recorded digitally after the cyber attack on the 4th of July. As if he didn’t have enough to catch up on already, on top of the flow of patients coming in and out of the ED.
He wasn’t angry per se, but frustration was starting to bubble up to the surface as he got snappy with not only the residents but the nursing staff as well. After a particularly brutal case, where he had laid into the relatively new nurse Emma for making a small mistake, Dana had banished him from the ED with a scathing look and her voice laced with venom as she said, “Go take a walk.”
So he did. Dana was one of his older friends, almost like a sister in the chaos of the ED and she ran that place more than he did sometimes, so if she said he needed a minute. He needed a minute.
“Page me if you need me.”
Dana simply gave a curt nod and turned away from Robby, going over to comfort Emma who had taken refuge at the nurses station. Taking a deep breath, the smell of antiseptic basically burning his nostrils while also calming his heart rate, Robby decides to try and make a start on transferring the physical charts to digital from July.
The charts were kept in a small storage room on the admin floor of the hospital, the side that Robby very rarely ventured to in fear of being caught by Gloria, so he made his way there. Offering small smiles and greetings as people welcome him back and give him claps on the shoulder. When he steps into the admin floor, no one even bats an eye. No heads look up from computers. No eyes wander to see who walked in. It was like he wasn’t even there.
A shiver ran down his spine, the clean sterile smell of the ER being replaced with vanilla and something sweeter, a mixture of perfumes and air fresheners that lingered on desks. It was quiet too, the only sound was the muffled voices behind closed meeting doors and the clack of keys. So used to the constant chaos of the ED, the beating of heart monitors, the turning of wheels, and the voices of rushed and panicked doctors, it was almost eerie to Robby.
He wants to get out of there as quickly as possible. As he goes to enter the storage room, only two or three steps away, the door swings open (very narrowly missing hitting him) and someone walks out. Their nose is buried in a file, eyes not looking where they’re going. Robby doesn’t recognise the person, he had been working in this hospital for over 20 years and knew almost every doctor and nurse (if not by name then face), and though he avoided them he also knows the admin staff. This was an outsider, someone who wasn’t meant to be here. You weren’t even wearing scrubs for gods sake, just a pair of jeans and a loose blouse.
There’s a tense beat, something heavy settling in Robby’s chest that he can’t quite identify. It’s not an emotion in the typical sense, not anger or frustration, but a feeling. That this person is significant and he can’t quite put a finger on why. There’s also mistrust, that eerie sense from earlier giving way to suspicion.
He crosses his arms over his chest, you hadn’t noticed him yet too engrossed in the file. Eyes scanning the page with a calculated precision that he would have thought was professional, if he thought you were a member of staff. You take another step, then another, right into his chest and you startle back as the door slams behind you.
Your eyes flash up, an apology already loaded onto your tongue but you never get to say it. The words dying and being shoved back down your throat at the look on Robby's face. It’s intense, eyes hardened with a hint of hostility floating in his irises. It shocks you more than bumping into him does.
“Are you meant to be here?” You startle again, head almost whipping back and causing neck strain. Then the sensation fizzles out, disbelief and a little bit of anger at his audacity to question you.
“Yes, I am actually.” There’s no malice in your tone, just confidence and assertiveness. Because, how dare he question you?
He scoffs, not believing you, and you roll your eyes already done with the overly macho display of authority without it having any real levity to it. You go to step around him, to remove yourself from the situation. You don’t know who this man is. You don’t owe him an explanation on what you’re here or why you belong.
He stops you, hand out across your body and now your rage is flaring inside of you. Red flashing in your eyes. You glare at him, eyes sharp and commanding. He almost falters, the look not a pleasant one to be on the end of, but he takes a deep breath and steadies himself.
“I don’t think you are”
This time you scoff, disbelief evident on your face and you reinforce your glare. Arms crossing at your chest, file now dangling between your fingers,
“Well, if you must know…” Your eyes scan his personal id, hanging low on his hip, “Doctor Robinavitch, I’m the new Chief of Peds.”
He gives a noncommittal hum, plucking the files from your hands and gesturing you to the door of the admin floor. “Sure you are, as if I haven’t heard that excuse before. Now, why don’t you go back to whatever waiting room you came from before I have to call security.”
You don’t even get a chance to react. You want to scream, to hit him. But you don’t, instead you school your features and suck in a breath and make your way to the locker room of the ED. While you might not have known his face, you knew from his name he was the Chief Attending of the ED and boy was he in for a shock when he makes his way back down to the floor.
Thirty minutes later, after so politely escorting you from the admin floor and confiscating the file you needed (one of the patients from the 4th of July was back and it had unfortunately been one of the case notes not yet digitised) , Robby sees you in the ED again. You’re in scrubs now, the same dark navy as him and your bodies leaning over the nurses station as you listen to Dana speak, there's a smile on your face and your eyes are bright and alive.
There’s a reckoning moment for Robby - an oh clicking in his mind, as he realises you were telling the truth. Shame and embarrassment floods him. Face heating up a bright red as both you and Dana meet his eyes.
There’s mischief in your eyes, head tilted to the side in what can only be an I told you so manner. Whereas Dana looks smug, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed over her chest as she shakes her head lightly in disbelief. A flush rises on Robby’s cheeks and he has to stuff his hands in his pockets to stop himself from rubbing at his neck as he approaches the nurse’s desk.
“Robby, I believe you’ve already met the new Chief of Peds?” There’s teasing in Dana’s voice as she properly introduces you, and he nods his head almost robotically. Thoughts running a million miles a minute as he tries to figure out the best way to apologise to you for his behaviour. He’s calmed down now, the earlier frustration ebbing away.
“Yes, I have. Though I should apologise for my earlier…behaviour.” You tilt your head even further and raise an eyebrow, a motion to continue. Robby clears his throat, obviously not used to the kind of scrutiny he felt under both yours and Dana’s gaze,
“It was highly inappropriate and shouldn’t have happened. I guess I’m still on edge about security concerns after July.”
It seems genuine, and honest, so you give him points for that. You let out a soft ‘hmm’ as you correct your posture and grab a tablet, “I accept your apology, you’ll just have to work for my forgiveness.”
“Now, if you’ll both excuse me, I have patients I need to see,” You smile warmly at Dana, but give Robby a cautious look. You accepted his apology, but that doesn’t mean you’ve forgiven him, and Dana laughs at the grimace on his face. He sighs, rubbing his hands up and down his face, as he meets the amused look of Dana.
“I’m never living this down, am I?”
Dana just smirked at her friend, arms crossed over her chest as she said, “Oh absolutely not.”
uh, hello!!!!! may i perhaps ask for prompt 7 with dazai? if you want specifics, then after dazai got back from a mission he nearly died on and reader's staying by his side as he rests? have a super cool awesome day :D
ft. dazai x gn!reader
⟢ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: dazai arrives at your doorstep completely bruised and covered in blood, and you two share a spontaneous intimate moment together when he’s all patched up.
⟢ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 of my valentine's event! ⤦
prompt seven, first kiss.
⟢ 𝐜𝐰: mentions of cuts and blood.
what you really didn’t expect at your doorstep on a tuesday night, was dazai with his clothes soaked in blood and bruises all over his face, from what was visible atleast.
‘dazai, what the hell! what happened to you?!’ you asked him worriedly, and a tad bit annoyed that he decided to show up at your place, especially at this hour of the night.
‘ah bella, you wound me, really.’ he tried to tease you, but his pained expression gave it away.
you grabbed him by the arm, which made him hiss in pain, you lightend your grip on his arm and mumbled a quick ‘sorry’.
he didn’t say a word as you took him to the bathroom, beckoning him to sit down on the edge of the tub while you scrambled for some medical supplies.
a trail of blood dripped down his temple from the head injury he had, blood seeped through his thin striped dress shirt, he didn’t have his usual beige trenchcoat on him, probably lost it somewhere halfway.
you carefully took off the black vest, careful not to brush of the cuts and gashes on his body, you didn’t have to ask him to comply, he raised his arms for you without a word.
normally he’d throw some flirty remark your way, but this time he didn’t. he kept quiet, his gaze fixated was to the ground, staring at the cool tile of the bathroom floor.
‘can i take off your shirt?’ you asked him gently, looking for any change in his expression. he nodded and let you unbutton his dress shirt, leaving him in only his bandages, all completely soaked in his own blood.
this was going to be the hardest part yet, coaxing him to let you take off his bandages, his armor moreover. you had never seen dazai without his bandages.
he always had the bandages on, not a day went by that you didn’t see them around his neck and arms from where they were visible.
you hesitated, hand twitching at his arm, should you really be doing this right now? he did come to you afterall, not to any other member of the agency that he could barge in.
‘just do it, bella.’ his tone was a little more cheery than before, ‘dazai i— are you sure you want me to do this?’ you stared at his eyes, the same eyes looking at you now.
‘didn’t come to your place for no reason, it’s okay bella, i trust you.’ you slowly nodded your head and carefully started to unwrap his bandages.
you pulled the sticky blood stained bandages off his skin with careful hands, making sure to be extra careful when pulling the bandage away from a gash.
he was now left completely bare, all the bandages gone and thrown in the trash.
there were deep and shallow cuts all over his torso and arms, an especially deep one stretched over his chest, barely having missed his heart.
you didn’t even know how the hell he got himself hurt this bad, he was always a master of calculation. so how the hell did this all happen, you didn’t even want to know at one point.
there were also alot of bruises forming on his skin, some small, but a few larger ones, mostly near his ribs.
you couldn’t even imagine the amount of pain he must be in right now, he didn’t show it, but his breathing was more erratic and heavy than normal.
after staring at the sight infront of you, you grabbed a small bottle of some random antiseptic you had laying around, and grabbed a few cotton pads to put it on.
‘this is gonna burn like hell, i’m really sorry.’ you said, looking at his face with guilt in your eyes. ‘it’s fine, just get it over with, please.’ he tried to sound steady but his voice faltered.
you dabbed at a cut super lightly, really careful not to put too much pressure on the wound.
he let out a sound, almost sounding like a whimper. you paused for a moment, but deciding to keep going or else he’d be in more agony for even longer.
after what felt like hours of doing this, the only noise in the small bathroom being dazai’s heavy breathing and a hiss from time to time, you were almost done with all the minor cuts.
his arms were bandaged up again, now only his torso still exposed.
the large wound on his chest was still bleeding, but alot less than when he came in. blood was drippling down his abdomen in small streaks.
his pants were stained red too, not from any wounds on his legs but from the blood seeping out of his chest wound.
you definitely had to throw out this pair, he probably had tons of the same pair in his closet.
‘dazai,’ ‘yes, bella?’ i— uh..’ ‘oh come on bella, don’t get shy on me now, what is it?’ him teasing you really wasn’t helping your current predicament.
‘i’m gonna need to take of your pants..’ you mumbled, looking away from his piercing gaze.
‘oh really? how dirty of you, bella. didn’t expect everything to go this fast.’ he said in a sly tone, his signature smirk making it’s way on his face.
part of you was relieved that he seemed less in pain now, since he was teasing you again.
‘n-not l-li-like that! god you’re so disgusting! you tried to sound irritated, but the blush creeping up your cheeks gave it away.
‘i’m just messing with you, bella. now c’mon atleast help me with that will ya?’ with your whole face still being red you complied hesitantly, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more.
with a team effort you got him out of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers.
you made quick work of patching up his chest wound. bandaging up his chest and abdomen again once it was all clean.
the only wounds left to patch up were the cuts on his cheeks and one near his hairline.
you dabbed a cotton ball on the cut on his forehead, you could feel his warm breath against the lower part of your face, making your breath hitch in it’s tracks.
your face was so impossibly close to his, it felt so intimate, standing here in your cramped dorm bathroom, you stood between dazai’s knees. and you could feel his naturally warm body heat radiating off him.
if his face got any closer to yours, your lips would brush against eachother, resulting in an even more intimate scene.
you hadn’t noticed how intensely dazai was staring at you, dark brown eyes staring intently at your face, wait no— your lips. he was staring at your lips.
he moved his face even closer to yours, making you gasp slightly, ‘dazai—,’ that’s when you felt his lips on yours. capturing them in a brief but tender kiss.
he pulled away, looking for any hint of discomfort on your face, but he was interrupted when you kissed him. he held your cheek with one hand, the other resting on your waist.
you then pulled away to catch your breath for a moment, only now realizing what you had done, going in on what he started.
‘oh my god dazai— i’m so—,’ ‘don’t finish that sentence, bella.’ he interrupted, voice stern.
‘but—,’ he shushed you with his finger, ‘no buts. i should be the one apologizing to you, i mean i was the one standing on your doorstep at 2am.’ he caressed your cheek with his hand.
you didn’t say anything, only staring him into his pretty brown eyes with a content smile on your face.
the silence that followed was peaceful, dazai’s breathing was completely evened out now. you finished what you were doing before you got interrupted by his lips on yours.
he was all patched up now, no gruesome cuts and gashes in sight anymore, all carefully wrapped up in bandages.
you carefully helped him up from his spot on the edge of the bathtub, guiding him to your bedroom. he almost immediately flopped down on your bed, patting the space next to him.
‘c’mon, lay with me, you look exhausted.’ dazai said, muffled by the pillow his cheek was smushed on.
on any other occasion you would’ve said no, but he was right, you were completely worn-out, so you really couldn’t argue with him.
you laid down next to him, albeit a little hesitantly, not wanting to make him uncomfortable by laying too close.
your thoughts were interrupted by dazai wrapping his long arms around you, ‘ ‘s this okay, bella?’ his tone was gentle, pulling away a little when you didn’t respond to him right away.
you just smiled, thinking about how cute it was that he asked for confirmation for this, especially when he’d usually drape himself over you without a word.
‘it’s perfect, sleep well, dazai.’ you whispered, moving yourself closer to him to be fully wrapped in his warm embrace.
‘night, night bella.’ he whispered just as softly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
⟢ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i feel like this is lowkey ooc but i really like it.
That's right, it's almost time! Wyrm breeding season is just around the corner! We will be using these rules from last time with some adjustments:
1st, each pair will only get one egg that the owner's share, to avoid overpopulation and to spare my back posture.
2nd, please keep egg designs simple. I have mentioned before that eggshells hint at what the offspring will look like, but it does NOT tell you it's markings or intricate patterns so there's isn't a need for it. Plus, it isnt fun to draw the same intricate patterns over and over again so really it's better the wyrm's are not to detailed anyway
3rd, anybody wanting to partner up with another user (this includes me for Blush, Emara, and Dirk) just send an ask for said user with whatever requirements they request. This could be drawing the wyrms together, having one try to win them over, etc. Or there doesn't have to be requirements. If you get a partner request I recommend waiting a bit before choosing, as you may have another when in mind or wish to partner with somebody else. How you decide be it choosing yourself or a wheel doesn't matter.
Take your time, but partners have be presented to me by the 21st.
Please also keep in mind it is not 100% certain that every pair will get an egg, we got lucky last time.
I'll be accepting partner announcements in my ask-box from the 14th-21st.
Please comment what wyrm of yours would like to enter and I will reply with your wyrm's soul color
Please keep track of this and do not cheat the system to get a different one ^^
I'll be using bases depending on the wyrm's body type to decide the baby's appearance. Have fun guys!
Roy Harper/reader, Lian Harper & reader (platonic, familial), gender neutral, part of my Valentine's event! Fluffy, sweet, fun and joyous. Lian's like 5 here.
AO3 | Valentines 2026 | DC masterlist
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Roy had the whole thing planned out better than any Titans or Outlaws mission he’d ever been in charge of, knowing you to be one of his top priorities in life and wanting to do the best for you that he can, but with you here in his arms, so cosy and comfy tucked up under the covers and completely entangled in each other, he really didn’t want to get up. His face was pressed into your shoulder, arms holding you as close to his body as he could physically get you, and he was more comfortable than he’d ever been. The temperature was in the perfect range - not too hot, not too cold, just that slightly cool warmth that late winter and early spring merged into. He felt you stir in his grasp, sleep finally losing its grip on your body and mind, but he only held on tighter. “Please, baby, stay with me a lil bit longer..” Roy asked of you, voice muffled by the way his lips remained pressed against your skin.
“I’m not going anywhere.” You promised, resting one hand on top of Roy’s where it curled around your body, linking your fingers with his. He hummed in agreement, knowing that, in the soft embrace of the sun’s rays and your partner’s gentle warmth, you had no reason to fully awaken. You could stay here forever if you wanted, and you had a feeling you would.
It wasn’t long before the greatest member of your little family came to join in, opening the door all by herself in order to jump straight into bed with you both, clutching something in her arms. Lian managed to wedge herself between the two of you, seeking out the cosiness of being surrounded by two of her favourite people, and looked at her dad with accusing eyes. “You said we were having breakfast in bed today, daddy! As a Valentine’s treat!” She huffed, poking at his chest in the way she’d seen you do about a hundred times before.
“I did, and I was gonna go do that, but now you’re not in bed. Can’t have breakfast in bed if you get up!” He teased, trying to peek at what his little monster snuck in with her.
“But I am in bed! Just ‘cause it’s not my bed doesn’t mean it isn’t a bed!” Lian insisted, wiggling closer to you in hopes you’d back her.
“She has a point, Roy. Plus, wouldn’t it be easier for you to just bring one tray of food up, instead of having a tray for each bed?” You pointed out, and Roy knew no argument he could ever think of would stand a fraction of a chance. He couldn’t hold back his chuckle, heart warmed by the sight of his partner and his daughter becoming close enough to gang up on him.
“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll go get breakfast started, but you two better stay in bed! No peeking, alright?” Roy did the hand motion to signal he was keeping an eye on the two of you, even going so far as to dramatically look back when he got to the door to make sure neither one of you got up to follow him.
“Hurry up, daddy! I’m hungry!” Lian complained, not at all amused by his antics. It made both you and Roy laugh, and the fact that she managed to do that brought a sparkle to Lian’s eyes.
She listened as Roy’s footsteps made their way downstairs before she revealed what she’d been hiding. Holding out a bright red, heart-shaped box, she grinned sneakily, looking so very similar to her dad. “I saw daddy hiding this last week when he bought it. There’s other stuff, too, but this is full of chocolate!” Lian seemed much more interested in the box of chocolates than anything else she’d watched Roy hide away. “I bet they’re really good. He said they were super expensive ‘cause he wanted to give you the best Valentine’s Day ever!”
“I already love your dad, Lian, you don’t have to sell him to me.” Your tone was playful, but the words rang truer than anything you’d ever said before. That delighted Lian to hear, even though she pretended to still be serious.
“Good! ‘Cause daddy loves you a lot. I heard him tell Auntie Donna when she came over!” She paused, looking down at the box of chocolates. “He’s happy when you’re here.” Her gaze rose to meet yours, happy and confident as she held the chocolates out to you. “Thank you for making my daddy happy.”
You took the box from her, slowly so your brain could wrap around the information you’d been given. “I promise I’ll do my best to make your daddy happy every day, Lian.” And you would. You’d do whatever you could for Roy, the same way he’d do anything for you.
“I was wondering where those’d gone. Thought we had a little mouse eating all our chocolates,” Roy joked from the doorway, leaning against the wood of the frame as if he’d been there a while. “Turns out it was just our little monster.”
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I know I'm a lil bit late wit this one but in my defence twas my sister's birthday an we all know I ain't gon skip a chance t'party! Thank you for readin, I hope y'enjoyed, an as always - remember you are cherished, you are worthy, an jus existin is a true feat of strength.
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2/9 - (Love) Letter
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