#hsr robin x reader

[c1phra]

... ❝ MAKING WAVES. ❞ ft. robin x reader

𝒾. ⠀IN WHICH : your quiet seaside town is surprised with a fresh face: one with a goal in mind, and her eyes directly on you.

꒰ contents ꒱ mermaid!robin x human!reader. kind of a little mermaid au? gn!reader. fluff. wc : 915

꒰ notes ꒱ i don't think i like the way this one turned out but i've been trying to keep this series drabbles :( this is the second part of my mermay series <3

There was a new girl in town.

That fact in itself wasn’t an oddity; Reverie Bay might be just a small town, but its name was firmly fixed as the #17 top destination spot in Dreamscape Monthly’s ‘underrated gems’ ranking. The area saw its share of sightseers flock in every year, eager to visit the famous seaside coves, and bask in the scenic views of the ocean. The place was practically built around its tourist industry, with souvenir shops, and cheap food, and plenty of attractions to keep vacationers entertained.

The presence of a new face wasn’t unusual, but it was the timing that made it strange—right in the middle of the off-season, during a particularly miserable patch of weather. Outside of summer, there were hardly any visitors at all. It made your job—working the counter at the local swim shop—an easy, but boring one, indeed.

When the bell rung overhead, you didn’t even look up from your phone, only calling out a “Hi, welcome to Reverie Surf, let me know if I can help you.” It was almost dusk, with less than an hour to closing time, so whoever had entered was likely just a regular; no need to move from your seat. Either that, or your coworker returning from her break a half-hour late, arriving back just in time to not get scolded by your manager.

“Hello there.” A sweet-sounding, unfamiliar voice calls out. It was much closer than you realized, making you startle. You blink up at the girl, your eyes immediately widening in surprise. “I’m new in town. Could you point me in the direction of somewhere to stay?”

Word of the new girl’s sudden appearance might have spread fast, but nothing could have prepared you for seeing her face to face. She was beautiful, the kind of stunning that left you speechless; soft eyes, soft lips, soft lilac hair tumbling down her back. Her outfit was the typical tourist’s regalia: an ‘I ♡ REVERIE BAY’ t-shirt with denim shorts, completed with a cheap pair of sunglasses resting on top of her head. She looked everything like the typical college student visiting on summer break; a sight that wouldn’t be out of place if it was any other time of the year, and if she wasn’t the most gorgeous person you’d ever seen.

“Hello?” She repeated, a touch of concern crossing her features. “Did you not hear me?”

You snapped out of your daze, face growing hot as you realized how long you’d been staring at her. “Oh! No, sorry, uh… there’s a hotel right by the beach, or–or a bed-and-breakfast if that’s more your style, but the cabins are pretty popular too—”

“Bed-and-breakfast…” The girl echoes, savouring the word like a piece of candy. Her expression is woven with fascination and intrigue, as if you’ve spoken a language she’s never heard before.  “What a novel concept… a bed, and breakfast too.”

“Uh… yeah.” You stumble out. “I-I can show you around if you like. Um… they’re all pretty closeby. If you want, of course.”

The offer sounds feeble, even to yourself. It almost makes you wince, hearing your own words ringing back in your mind, but the girl is unphased. She tilts her head, seemingly in thought, before nodding decisively with her hand outstretched to grasp yours. 

“My name is Robin.” Her smile is almost blinding, warm and bright and stretching across her face. “I would be honoured to have you show me around. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

—

Robin was doing fine. Better than fine, she was thriving.

She never thought life above the surface would suit her much, but feeling the sun—as weak, and cloud-covered as it was—felt nothing short of heavenly. The moment her tail melted away, replaced with two slender limbs extending down her bottom half, all of the scales chipped off too, leaving her skin soft and soaking in the light overhead. The webbing between her fingers was gone, her nails now short and unsharpened, and all of the inhuman features smoothed out to a perfectly normal, human-like face.

It was almost uncanny to peer down at her reflection in the water. So much had changed, and so little at the same time. But she couldn’t ponder over it for too long, she had work to do.

A week, she was given. A single week to sway a human into falling in love. The task itself was simple, but the time-limit made it… difficult. Humans were fussy, and prone to indecision, and love was the most fickle decision of them all. If it was just anyone, she never would have accepted a risky deal like this on such terms, but you weren’t just anyone. If ‘love’ is the goal, then she was already halfway there.

She could still picture you; the feeling of your body pressed close to her chest, wet hair plastered over your forehead; how hard she had fought against the currents to pull you from the depths, how low your limp body dragged down in the tides. And she remembered the moment she broke the surface, hauling you ashore onto the sand. It broke her heart to leave you there, but she couldn’t risk staying, not when she could already hear shouting voices breaking through the night. 

Robin’s breath caught in her throat at the memory. It would be alright. She would reunite, after which ‘love’, as it were, was an inevitability.

It was only a matter of time.

©c1phra 2025 : do not copy, translate, repost, redistribute, or use my work to train ai. reblogs are appreciated <33

[spirit-lanterns]

IT'S SHOWTIME!

synopsis: (casino! AU) you're the center of attention for the penacony women.

featuring: black swan, acheron, sparkle, firefly, robin

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, bunny hybrid reader, playboy bunnysuit, se.x work, body shots, alcohol, body worship, ni.pple su.cking, tummy worship, orgy (technically a sixsome), cunnilin.gus, fing.ering, exhibition, slight voyeu.rism, stra.p on, pillow hu.mping (firefly), might be ooc, not proofread.

art credits: what does the fox say

“Stop hogging her! I want a taste!”

Sparkle groaned as she tried pushing Acheron off your body, the ranger’s eager tongue still lapping at your breast with devotion similar to worship. Sparkle was getting jealous, both needy and desperate for your attention as she tried to reign the galaxy ranger back for a taste of your sweet, soft, skin. “Acheron, it’s Sparkle’s turn,” Black Swan reminds calmly, delicate fingers wrapping around the neck of the wine bottle, before spilling the crimson liquid down your body for Sparkle to have her fill. 

With one last groan of lust, Acheron hesitantly parted her lips from your nipple and gasped when Sparkle roughly tugged her hair back. The masked fool immediately dived in to suck on your right breast, earning a high-pitched whine from your lips that had all the women groaning. “So…good…” You hear Sparkle mumble breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure while she lapped up any trickles of wine that clung to the sensitive area of your breast. 

With your bunny suit peeled back and the eager slurping sounds of Sparkle sucking on your boobs, you weakly looked up to see Acheron licking her lips and staring down at you with lust, Black Swan sneaking a few sips from the wine bottle, while her multiple hands held you down and massaged your thighs…

…To your left, the ever-so-famous Robin sat desperately on the couch, legs parted with her dress hitched up her thighs, masturbating to the sight of you being devoured by these three beautiful women. To your right, the adorable and sweet Firefly sat nervously with a throw pillow lodged underneath her thighs, weakly humping the lucky pillow to the sounds of your moans and having come a few times due to her relentless riding.

Five women. Five women in total were in the casino with you tonight. You’ve had more women before, but this was the first time Black Swan, Acheron, Sparkle, Firefly and Robin were in the casino with you tonight, and only them. It seemed that the other usual patrons were too busy to visit Penacony tonight, but nevertheless, these five women were more than enough to spoil you like the perfect bunny that you were. 

As Sparkle continued puckering her lips around your nipples, Black Swan used one of her crystal-like hands to wag a finger over for Robin. “Robin, why don’t you come over here and try the wine on her tummy. It’s quite soft and I think you’ve deserved it.” Black Swan chuckles before pouring some more wine down the stomach, the warm liquid sliding down your cute tummy and making you gasp in sensitivity. 

With a wag of your little cotton tail, Acheron groaned and couldn’t control herself, leaning in to try and lick the alcohol up for herself before being roughly stopped by one of Black Swan’s crystal hands. 

“It’s Robin’s turn, dear.” She reminds, keeping Acheron from devouring you whole while Robin eagerly scampers to your side, leaning down to trace her tongue over your stomach. 

“Mmmpf…” the enchanting singer lost herself in the taste of you as she worked with Sparkle to worship your beautiful body with their lips. Poor Acheron was still left being held back by Black Swan’s arms, and Firefly was still waiting for her turn patiently like the good girl that she was. After all, she did lose the gamble first, at least she was patient enough to wait for her turn… (unlike Acheron)

“Acheron, dear…” Black Swan hummed, planting a small kiss to your left bunny ear and playing with your cottontail with her free hand, “Why don’t you go grab a strap on that we packed? The eight-inch one, thank you.” 

She smirked before planting small kisses to your rabbit ears affectionately, making you arch your back and shove more of yourself against Sparkle and Robin’s eager mouths. As Acheron reluctantly left your side to search through the assortment of sex toys that the women had packed for you, Black Swan glanced over at Firefly and chuckled. “Firefly, come over here, I have quite the surprise for you.”

Firefly’s eyes lit up and she paused her ministrations of humping the small throw pillow. Carefully, she crawled closer to you when Black Swan suddenly peeled the rest of your bunny suit down, revealing your sopping wet pussy. Upon your slick folds being exposed into view, Sparkle groaned before trying to make her way down, practically drooling at the sight before being tugged away by Black Swan. 

“No need to be greedy, you already have the bunny’s breasts to yourself.” Black Swan reprimands, causing Sparkle to grumble in frustration. She glares up at the memokeeper before going back to her designated area. Robin, too busy with worshiping your cute stomach, didn’t pay any mind to you pussy as she was too grateful for being in the mere presence of you alone. You were the casino’s Golden Bunny for a reason, so to have your body all to themselves was something only simple patrons at the casino could ever dream of. You were theirs, and only theirs…

Once Acheron came back with a dildo and harness in hand, Black Swan grinned before snatching the two toys into her crystal hands, handing them to the nervously anticipating Firefly.

“Wha—” Acheron and Sparkle both gasped when they saw that the sweet girl; Firefly, would be the one rawdogging you with the strap. Robin smiled softly at Firefly’s expression of surprise, and the poor girl was left stammering up an excuse when presented with the eight-inch toy.

“Ah— wait! This is for me?” Firefly nervously glanced down at the toy and harness in her hands, then at you, then at your gaping wet pussy that begged for some attention. She gulped as she couldn’t deny how turned on she was, wanting to see your cute nose twitch with pleasure all the while she made you feel good with her body…

“Hold up! Firefly is using the strap?” Sparkle’s expression instantly turned to an irritated one as she let go of your left nipple with a ‘pop!’ “That’s not fair! She lost the gamble! If anything, either you or me should be the one fucking our bunny…”

Loudly voicing her opinions, Sparkle was briefly shushed by Robin who pulled her aside. “We’ll all get a turn with the strap. Our bunny loves it when we take turns…no need to be so loud.”

Robin pouts and reaches up to pet your ears, trying to comfort them as she knew they were more sensitive to noise. Sparkle shrunk down sheepishly, before both women apologized for bickering in front of you. 

“What cute darlings you are…” Black Swan chuckled, gently parting your legs with her crystal hands and tracing the outline of your folds before looking up at Acheron. “That being said, Acheron. Why don’t you get our bunny nice and wet so Miss Firefly can have an easier time fitting inside her.” 

Firefly gulped and sat off to the side, trying to figure out how to put on the harness in the first place. While that was all happening, Acheron eagerly got on her knees in front of you, using her hands to spread your legs further apart so that she could have easier access to your hole. With Sparkle and Robin sitting off to the side and watching the whole ordeal, Acheron quickly started stroking her thick tongue against your puffy folds. Already stimulated from all the tongue action you received moments prior, you were already bucking your hips wildly, needing to be restrained by Black Swan, Sparkle, and Robin all at the same time.

“Such a needy bunny…” Black Swan coos.

“Her tail is wagging so much…” Robin sighs blissfully.

“I’m next with the strap, okay?” Sparkle huffs quite madly.

“Uhhh guys, I think I need some help.” Firefly whimpers, still trying to figure out how to attach the harness to the base of the dildo while Acheron eats you out. 

“Sparkle, go help Firefly.” Black Swan commands, ordering her to help figure out the strap on since Firefly had never worn one before. As Sparkle reluctantly crawled over to help the poor girl, you were busy writhing under Acheron’s strong grip, her tongue proving too thick and too tough for you to handle as she sank the tip of her muscle in and out of your folds. Desperate and horny noises left Acheron’s mouth as she became addicted to your taste, messy juices and stains of slick coating her lower face like a starved woman finally having her first meal. 

Pussydrunk that she was, Acheron just couldn’t get enough of you. She was breathing so heavily, so carnally. She couldn’t even register the fact that Black Swan had nudged her head away again, her fingers prodding closer to your pussy and gently fingering you to see how tight you were.

“Ah…she’s still quite tight,” Black Swan breathes out shallowly, yet smiling at the way her fingers manage to squeeze in, “But so wet. Our bunny is practically in heat thanks to us…”

All eyes locked on you, you whimpered when Black Swan gestured for Firefly to walk over in front of you. Now complete with an eight-inch strap tied to her waist, Firefly whimpered and reluctantly positioned herself in front of you. 

“Are…Are you sure I should be the one to do this? I don’t want to hurt our bunny by going too rough…” Firefly looked down at you and frowned, gently petting your head and caressing your face.

“Pfft, as if a sweet thing like you could ever go rough.”

“Sparkle!”

Robin lightly smacked Sparkle’s thigh and the two were quickly hushed by Acheron. Positioned behind Firefly, Acheron slowly slid her hands around Firefly’s waist to help her angle her cock properly. “If you are unsure, I can help guide you at a beginner’s pace until you get the hang of it.”

“That…That would be nice, thanks Acheron.” Firefly gulped and looked down at you with love in her eyes. She was so smitten at the way you were sprawled out in front of her, her own pussy twitching with need to see you moaning and clenching down on her cock like the cute little bunny that you were. 

“Hurry up, I want to see this bunny bounce on my cock next.” Sparkle reminds, clearly impatient with the pace they were going at. 

“Er…just take your time, Firefly. The casino is open all night. I’m sure all of us will get a turn!” Robin assures. 

“Indeed, Acheron and I have packed quite a few toys for tonight. Some of them shipped from Kafka and Asta actually…” Black Swan chuckles and uses her fingers to spread your pussy lips wider just for Firefly. “Just take your time, I’m sure our bunny loves it when we do that, don’t you girl?”

All five women look down at you with lust present in their gaze. You were used to this, of course you were. This was your job as the Golden Bunny of the casino, yet you’d be lying if you say you didn’t  get butterflies from the beautiful women you called your “VIP patrons.”

Taking a deep breath, Firefly slowly moved to push her strap in, hips involuntarily bucking up to meet her engorging length, as you figured this would definitely be a long, yet enjoyable night with your loyal and devoted patrons. 

“Oh, if only the other women could see you now, pretty bunny…” Black Swan murmurs, soothingly stroking your hair as Firefly sloppily thrusted into you with the help of Acheron from behind. “It’s a shame not a lot of them could make it. They’d all enjoy the show you are putting up for us, hmmm?” 

Suddenly, as if on cue, Black Swan’s phone rang and she used one of her crystal hands to fetch it out of her bag. While Firefly continued to fuck you on her cock, Black Swan answered the phone while still prying you open on her fingers.

“Black Swan speaking,” she answered quietly, not really caring for the fact she was in the middle of a big orgy. “Oh? Is that so?”

As soon as the conversation started, it ended. With Black Swan laying her phone on the table and smirking down at you with lustful eyes. “That was your Boss, little bunny,” she says with tease in her tone. 

“It seems that a few other women had managed to come after all.”

[linxnnalyn]

alright hear me out: Himeko and/or Robin (hsr) with a wet cat gf (otherwise known as girlboss x girlfail trope) I dunno, feel like they’d enjoy a loser gf who simps admires them a lot

Robin with a loser! wet cat! fem! S/O

࣪𖤐.ᐟ note -> UGH ROBIN ILYSM !! I CAN BE YOUR WET CAT PLEASE !!

࣪𖤐.ᐟ warnings -> none.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ content includes -> fluff, loser, simp, admiring, secret (?) relationship, insecurities, just silly in general.

۫ ꣑ৎ It is unknown how someone as pathetic and loser-like as you was able to pull a popular singer like Robin, but somehow you did it and you definitely aren’t complaining. I mean just being around a goddess like Robin is a privilege, but to actually date her? You can happily die now knowing you somehow ended up dating THE Robin.

۫ ꣑ৎ Sadly the two of you have to keep your relationship a secret from the public knowing how Robins fans can be, but you don’t mind it at all! At least most of the time. Whenever there are any kind of dating rumors about Robin and another celebrity you feel like you aren’t good enough for her, but Robin always reminds you that she loves you and you only.

۫ ꣑ৎ Robin finds your awkwardness and behaviour adorable. She doesn’t care if you’re considered a “loser” or a “girlfailure”, Robin simply loves you for you. Robin isn’t really the type of girlfriend to tease, but she just can’t help at times when you get so flustered and become a blushing mess, you’re so adorable Robin considers teasing you for often.

۫ ꣑ৎ She keeps photos of you everywhere—her phone, her wallet, even tucked into her lyric notebook. They’re not glamorous shots either, most of them are candid and mildly embarrassing. Robin gets genuinely offended if you call yourself cringe. You're her muse, even when you’re snorting over a bad pun or do something embarrassing.

۫ ꣑ৎ You get overwhelmed easily—big crowds, loud places—and Robin is always so calm and composed in comparison. If she notices you panicking, she’ll gently guide you behind her like some kind of bodyguard. There’s something about the way she makes space for you that makes you want to cry and propose all at once.

۫ ꣑ৎ Even though Robin is famous, you still hype her up before any of her performances. You are Robin's biggest fangirl there is and even though you can act a bit dramatic when encouraging her before her performances she knows you mean well. Robin finds it cute, really.

۫ ꣑ৎ Robin is pleasantly surprised when you give her hand-made gifts, embarrassed that they didn’t end up the best. She doesn’t care if they are badly made Robin will still cherish them forever because she knows that you have worked hard on making them and probably failed a few times too, but that just makes her adore them even knowing you didn’t give up.

۫ ꣑ৎ You’re the kind of girlfriend who stands stiffly beside Robin on her rare days off, barely knowing what to do with yourself. Meanwhile, Robin is gracefully sipping tea, looking like she came out of a model magazine. You spill your drink five minutes in and apologize profusely while she pats your head like a distressed kitten and tells you not to cry over tea. Literally.

۫ ꣑ৎ Robin loves playing dress-up with you, mostly because you always end up looking like a nervous fashion doll. You sit in a daze while she applies your makeup and picks out clothes that are definitely not your usual vibe, then beams proudly when you step out looking like a princess. You try to protest, but Robin she already has her phone out taking a hundred pictures.

۫ ꣑ৎ Every time Robin calls you pet names you short-circuit a little. It’s honestly embarrassing how easily you melt, but Robin finds it charming. She’ll drop a casual “mine” into conversation just to see you turn pink and hide your face. And every time you mutter something like “I can’t believe you like me,” she just smiles like it’s the most obvious truth in the universe.

[mona-risms]

Having Robin suck on your tits would be the cutest sight ever

She'd have the softest sighs and the cutest moans as she takes your nipple in her mouth, with the wings on her head flapping ever so slightly and potentially even tickling you a little. Her tongue would swirl around, all while her hand—glove removed bc she wants to really feel you—squeezes and plays with the other boob

And through the entire time, she looks up at you with these precious eyes, and she even stops sucking on your tits for a little moment just to ask if she's doing good. She gets so overjoyed and her wings flap happily before she leans back in to suck again

[aventurineswife]

firefly, castorice, robin (separate) with a reader who's shy and nonchalant at first sight but when they've already developed a relationship with them, reader starts showing their flirty side and makes them blush with every chance they get!

like, when they first met each other and started talking, reader barely muttered 10 sentences since they feel shy around them pretty women but as time passes and they started dating, they revealed a side of theirs that their s/o never knew! how could they possibly know that their stoic partner was a romantic and flirty one? that only makes them love reader more... bonus points if reader managed to pull them into a slow dance too... 🌹

From Shy Glances to Stolen Dances

Synopsis: A quiet, reserved individual captures the heart of extraordinary woman—not through grand gestures, but through subtle glances, soft words, and a tenderness that slowly turns into playful, disarming flirtation. What begins as a shy connection transforms into romance filled with unexpected charm, stolen dances, and the kind of love that makes even the most composed hearts flutter.

Tags: Robin x Reader, Firefly x Reader, Castorice x Reader, Fluff, Slow burn, Mutual Pining to Established Relationship, Unexpected Romantic Tension, First Dances, Soft Moments, Emotional Intimacy, Teasing, Romance.

Warnings: Mild emotional themes (past trauma, existential reflection), Light suggestive teasing, All interactions are consensual and affectionate.

A/N: I love women.

When you first met Robin, you barely managed a full sentence. It was backstage at the Charmony Festival, and there she was — elegance incarnate, radiant under the soft glow of a spotlight even without singing a note. You were a technician, adjusting the holographic stage lighting. She noticed you fidgeting, gaze darting to the floor.

“You’ve done beautiful work,” she said gently.

“…Thanks,” you muttered, too shy to meet her eyes.

The next time she saw you, you managed six words. The third time, maybe ten. But she never pushed — only smiled softly and offered kind words. It wasn’t until she caught you humming one of her songs that you finally looked her in the eye and joked, “Careful, I might outshine you.”

Her surprised laugh stayed with you for weeks.

Once you started dating, everything shifted. You still had your quiet moments, but your tongue loosened — not with small talk, but with teasing smiles and honey-laced words.

“Robin,” you murmured one evening, pressing close, “if you sing like that again, I might fall in love all over again.”

She blushed, flustered. “You’re terrible,” she whispered, hand over her heart.

“I know,” you said, lips brushing her ear, “but you love it.”

That night, you pulled her gently into a slow dance, swaying beneath stage lights in an empty theater. Robin, cheeks warm and eyes glassy, leaned into your arms, her voice barely a breath: “You... really are a romantic, aren’t you?”

You met Firefly during a mission — you were quiet, competent, and (in her words) “more stone-faced than Kafka on a bad day.” That might’ve been true. When she offered her name, you gave yours with a nod, eyes avoiding her warm-colored gaze.

You grinned. “Only for you, starshine.”

You didn’t mean to be distant. You just didn’t know how to act around someone so bright, so sharp, so beautifully broken.

“I don’t bite,” she said once, raising a brow.

“…That’s reassuring,” you replied flatly, which only made her laugh.

But over time, something in you thawed. You began letting her see the real you — the one with a wicked sense of humor and a fondness for metaphors. One day, you leaned in, whispering, “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were designed to make people fall in love.”

She blinked. “What?”

You smirked. “Too much?”

Firefly turned red. “No. I just—wasn’t expecting that from you.”

“You never asked what I’m like once I’m comfortable.”

From then on, you made it your mission to fluster her. Subtle touches, whispered teases, soft compliments that left her dazed mid-battle.

Eventually, on a quiet hill overlooking a starlit wasteland, you took her hand and asked, “Dance with me?”

“To what music?”

“You.”

The first time you saw Castorice, she looked like death wrapped in poetry — serene, distant, sacred. Your voice caught in your throat when she greeted you.

And as your arms wrapped around her, and her heartbeat steadied beside yours, she realized you weren’t just a flame in her darkness — you were a wildfire made just for her.

You managed a whispered, “Hi.” Then nothing else.

She didn’t mind. She was used to silence.

But your silence wasn’t from reverence — it was nerves. Every moment with her felt like standing too close to a masterpiece you weren’t sure you deserved to touch.

Over the months, you helped her with small rituals, picking flowers, sewing trinkets, tending graves. She began to trust you.

And then one day, you caught her watching a butterfly dance in the wind.

“Beautiful,” you murmured beside her.

She smiled faintly. “Yes.”

“I meant you,” you added.

She froze. Turned slowly. “…What?”

“Too sudden?”

Her pale cheeks flushed like a blooming petal. “You’ve barely said ten words since we met.”

“Saving them,” you teased, “for when they’d make you blush.”

From then on, you became her unexpected sunbeam — slipping flirtations into your soft words, placing kisses on her gloved hand, comparing her eyes to ancient stars.

“You are relentless,” she whispered once, hiding behind her fan.

You bowed dramatically. “For the Maiden of Death, I’d flirt with ghosts.”

She laughed, truly laughed.

One twilight, you extended a hand. “Dance with me?”

In your cabin lit by fireflies, she placed her hands in yours — the hands once meant for farewells now trembling in your embrace. As you swayed, she closed her eyes.

“This,” she whispered, “feels like a beginning.”

And you held her tighter. “Because it is.”

[0mysteiarchives]

"Without a trace."

• Firefly , Aventurine , Misha , Robin

A/N: Felt quirky soo... reader dying alone arc

Warnings: reader actually dying like fr and angst ?? idk.. also ooc or something... i'll just put it in case

Well..! So you were caught by death at an unexpected moment, but..

Not a single person in Penacony knew you were gone?

-

Your body feeling heavy and your vision becoming blurry, you held tightly onto the last string of consciousness you had left, thinking about the person you cared the most..

Firefly had offered to take you around the plaza to play different games, try different pastries, watch the beautiful scenery from her secret hideout until by each other's side like a little 'date'..

Oh, how she eagerly waits for you as people come and go by her with the happy feelings she hopes to share with you, not even knowing you're gone.

Adventurine had made a bet with you, and the loser of the game has to take the other to an expensive, and luxurious restaurant. He joked that it would be a romantic moment between the two of you and watched as you brushed him off and accepted the deal.

Oh, how disappointed he felt when he never received a single message, thinking that you had backed out without telling him as he walked away from your meeting spot, unaware that you're even gone.

Misha had accepted your offer of helping around the Reverie out of sympathy, you watched as his expression turned from a confused to a happy, and appreciative one. He felt grateful that you would keep him company and have time to catch up.

Oh, how deeply sad he felt as he never saw you walk through the hotel entrance, thinking you had abandoned your promise. He'd overthink that you were gone.

Robin had given you a free ticket to her next concert, giving you a sweet smile and telling you to keep it a secret from her fans, to which you gave into and accepted the invitation. She gave you a hug before parting ways to get ready and make herself presentable mostly for you.

Oh, how hurt she felt when she was unable to find you within the crowd, quickly scurrying down after her performance to ask her fans, her staff members, and even her brother for your whereabouts. How heartbroken she'd be to find out you were gone.

And oh, how you wished that you could have seen them for one last time with tears in your eyes, as you apologize that you two may not meet ever again.

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Literally chilling in my chair w food and water casually writing random angst I thought would be cool rn

[bitterbutblue]

idol!robin falling for ...

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tgswiiwagaa but its kpop idol!robin and actor!reader

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robinswing is live

"Hi guys!" Robin shoots a bright smile at the camera as comments flooded in. "I haven't gone live in a while, how are you all?"

She adjusted her hoodie, leaning forwards as her eyes scan the comments.

"It's been a hectic month, organising the next comeback. I promise you it will be worth it though." She smiles more gently now as the views continue to go up. "I'm just here to yap today though. It's been a while since we last had a proper sit and talk session together."

She scans the comments, looking for questions she could answer to get the live going.

"Have you been eating enough? Yes! I promise you all I've been eating and sleeping well, and you have to do the same too!"

"How's Sunday? He's alright. Quite tired from management stuff."

"Will you be coming to Belobog? Ooh, I've always wanted to visit Jarilo-VI! I hope I can visit next time I do a tour."

"What have you been up to recently aside from preparing for the comeback.. Well, I've not had much time to do anything, honestly. I've really gotten into this drama recently though." Her eyes widened "I'm sure many of you have watched it."

Dream On, Watchmaker was a new and incredibly popular drama released in Penacony not too long ago, streaming on Dreamjolt TV that discussed the life of the Nameless arriving on Penacony. Robin usually was not the fondest of biographical dramas, but as she was scrolling on TikTok one day, she stumbled across an edit of a character named Mikhail. The actual man, Mikhail Char Legwork, had long passed away but the actor portraying the young man was... beautiful. She rewatched that edit so many times, it was practically engraved in her at this point. It was embarrassing to admit she started watching it just from the edit alone but hey, social media is powerful nowadays!

"Mikhail in the show is absolutely beautiful." She sighs, resting her head on her hand as she continued to read the comments "He is genuinely one of the most beautiful actors I've seen. The story is amazing but I honestly would've lost interest if it weren't for him."

She quickly pulled up her phone, showing the edit to the camera.

"Like seriously, have you seen anyone finer than that guy? I actually haven't looked up the actor yet, I probably should."

robinlover222: oh my god fruitcake

dailyrobinupdates: everybody act surprised

user658743098: happy pride month ig

The stream of comments confused her.

"What are you guys talking about?" She said with an awkward laugh, but an uncomfortable feeling had begun stirring in her chest.

Oh god

houlight5: baby that's a woman

Before she even registered that comment, she had already frantically typed in 'Dream On Watchmaker mikhail actor'. And she could feel her face flush as the results popped up. The same beautiful face, the one she had long recognised as Mikhail, a man, was in fact a woman. And it was the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on.

"Oh fucking hell."

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y/nism's post

[A photo of you at a Robin concert, wearing a hat and a mask]

y/nism: happy pride month!

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[bloodrelationsofheavenandearth]

only love is all maroon (now you know)

˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ desc; how does it feel to hold a hand, one that fits as if it were meant to do so with your own? (pt 2)

˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ pairing; dan feng : ruan mei : sampo : kafka : mr reca : robin : boothill : yukong : blade ➜ x gn!reader

˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ mlist; !!!!! // pt 1; !!!!!

what with how busy she is, topaz deciding to seek you out, even for such a gesture as to hold your hand is something to cherish. she’s got this habit of leaving you little trinkets each time when she leaves- a coin from a world she’d recently visited, a little brooch to pin onto the collar of your shirt, one time it was even a heart shaped rock. maybe it’s her way of spoiling you in her long periods of absence, maybe she just likes giving you things; maybe it’s even both. when she can give herself the reward of your touch, it grounds her- she makes a home for herself as close to you as possible, breaths mingling together and pinkies entertained. it’s never quite close enough, but, she supposes this will make do.

dan feng prides himself- on almost everything, really, that’s sort of his thing; who can really blame him at the enormity of pride he feels whenever he gets to touch you? of devotion? he thinks of you often, of your touch and the affect it has on him, distracting him at strange moments of the day from his duties as high elder.. it’s not really your fault he’s got such a one track mind, is it? perhaps it is why when he holds your hand, it’s particularly hard to get him to let go of it- he doesn’t even do it consciously all of the time, thumb pressing into that little spot on your wrist that reflexively opens your palm and allows him to indulge within his greed. yes, this is quite nice.

to have ruan mei hold your hand is always going to bring something new- a new element of feeling, a time to experiment one more thing, one final thing because she’s certain there is always more to know- about you, especially. she will let her mind run wild if you do not ground her, if you do not keep her company when everything but her own ideas (and you, always you) become white noise. her hands are calloused in places one might not expect- all leftover remnants from trial and error, failing and proceeding. to keep her busy mind focussed she’ll often put her focus onto your hands, tugging at fingers and eyes squinted to follow the map of veins under skin; after all, there is always more to know about you.

sampo is often a man of far too many words, too much eloquence and embellishment of fact that he brandishes like a battering ram. this is who he is, as a person existing in space. it’s no surprise when his touches are grandiose, when he grasps you by the hand and twirls you into him not once letting go. it is important to note, that whilst superfluous, he is no less genuine for the fact of his words and actions.

kafka can sometimes (often) be a bit of a wildcard- her hands are not always smooth under her gloves, nails not always so manicured to perfection like she typically prefers. being an infamous criminal, sometimes her hands are scarred- whenever she absolutely has to get physical instead of attacking from a distance; but most of the time, her hands are flawless and warm, largely unblemished due to the gloves she wears. she likes it best when she can feel you skin to skin, fingers brushing over your pulse and laughing whenever she can do something to make it jump- that’s how she tells herself she’s alive. she’s alive when your pulse thumps steadily in your wrist, when she can trace over an old scar on your palm, when she can feel warmth instead of the metal of her gun.

robin is always one to lean into her softness when it comes to you- you, you, you. her voice crooning in your ear, just as lovely as any of her performances but ever more intimate in nature- words less sugar sweet and saccharine and instead more like molasses, coating the inside of your mouth and dripping through the cracks of your body. hands holding yours are similar and just as cloying; how can she really resist herself when she craves your stability? your place in her life is immovable, no matter where she goes that is always something that will remain.

it is easy sometimes, to forget that boothill has overcome so much; one might perhaps think that the touch of his hands, metallic and lacking even artificial warmth might contribute to this- that is, however, not the case. though your hands may forever bare the chill of metal, the unshakable promise of an almost utilitarian gentleness can always be felt. you will never be pinched or zapped or prodded by circuitry, or joints in the metal plates of his hands. instead, you will find them cradled around your own, a suit of armour protecting skin, and veins, and blood, and bone because he’ll be damned if he cannot keep a small piece of himself gentler just for one moment, just to feel the phantom sensation of your skin on his.

holding hands with yukong is, ironically enough, like taking flight. though she’d not allowed herself such a thing for many years now, who is she to not spoil herself by being in your presence? yukong is a woman who knows what she wants- she’s every bit happy to be so close to you, to curl her fingers through yours and allow herself to to feel triumphant; much like she used to when manoeuvring through the skies as a pilot, eyes staring forwards and adoring the horizon, at home and content to never stray too far.

notes; i applied for a job- unfortunately did not make it :’) however, i figured i’d try & write something to feel better! i thought id try & sneak in a few more personal favourites on this one, as well as a character for a friend c:

© bloodrelationsofheavenandearth 2025 ☁︎

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

YANDERE Mermaid! Robin and YANDERE Mermaid! Sunday

Hey ya'll I haven't been posting for a variety of reasons and the main one being tumblr not letting me save my work for a fic I had been working on for a while, so why not post something about the halovian siblings.

TW: racism towards humanity, gore, manipulation

Robin🕊️🎶:

Robin is a sweet mermaid beloved under the sea for her kind nature and beautiful voice.

Being curious by nature Robin often dreamed about visiting the land and performing for humans, much to her brother's displeasure.

Despite her brother's constant warnings about the cruel nature of humanity, Robin was driven to bring kindness and harmony with her voice.

One day Robin became a little too curious compelling her to explore the surface of the water. This led to the poor girl being pierced with a harpoon on the neck. Driven by fear and pain Robin swam as fast as she could before losing conscious.

Robin woke up to a touch lighter than feathers before feeling a stinging pain. Blue eyes lock into (e/c) ones in fear, had this other human come to harm her? Robin noticed the worried look on the human's face as the continued dabbing the sore wound with a towel.

The human cleaned and bandaged her wound, speaking calmly in a language she could not understand. She smooches the kind human on the cheek before returning to the sea giddy off the kindness shown.

Robin lies to her brother for the first time in her life about her would, claiming it was due to a brief encounter with a shark. Sunday shows concern for his sister's well being and orders some members to treat the girl's wounds.

After that day Robin would swim to the surface in the direction she swam when attacked. It took her a couple of days before she found the exact spot. The mermaid frowned when she couldn't spot the human from before, she wanted to thank them for helping her.

Robin sang to herself to cheer up only to hear the noise of clapping. It was the human! Overjoyed, Robin approached chirruping happily. While she couldn't understand a word her human said, her human was oh so kind. They drew pictures with a stick in the sand to communicate. How clever they were!

Robin saw the sunset and realized she would be in big trouble with the pod and her brother. She looks remorsefully back at the human, making a silent promise to return. The mermaid was just too happy to have made a friend outside her pod.

Robin slipped away from her pod every chance she could get to search for you. While she wasn't always successful, you came more frequently. You fussed over her wounds and began teaching her your strange language.

"(Y/N)" you point to yourself when you said that. "(Y/N)" Robin repeats pointing to herself. A hearty laugh spills from your lips as you shake your head. "(Y/N)" you once again point to yourself, causing Robin to tilt her head. "(Y/N)?" Robin questions while pointing to you. You nod and jump around with happiness. "(Y/N)!" Robin shouts excitedly while pointing at you, before pointing towards herself. "Robin" You smile gently and point towards the mermaid. "Robin." She never felt so happy hearing someone say her name.

Robin finds herself blushing at the thought of being around you, singing to you, and you attempting poorly to sing back. She didn't realize she was attempting to court you until she asks her brother.

"Brother" A gentle and ethereal looking woman approaches a serene and commanding figure that was her brother. Golden eyes crinkle when hearing her voice. "Robin, I'm surprised you made time to see me." Robin blushes as she didn't realize how little she interacted with her brother recently. "I have a question that has been weighing heavy on my heart." Blue eyes gazing shyly at the aquamarine floor of the pod's glorious complex. "If I was friends with someone, what gifts should I get them?" Sunday's amused expression disappears as a skeptical frown appears. "Robin don't you think gift giving is too intimate for a friendship?" Blue eyes widen at her brother's words. "It is?" Sunday chuckles and ruffles her long white locks with a clawed hand. "Yes Robin it is a method of courting for our kind, which is why I highly discourage this action."

Robin started finding any information in the pod's library on merfolk courting rituals and forbidden books about humans. Robin particular liked the love story between a mermaid and a prince (she didn't like the ending though).

The mermaid receives legs in exchange for her voice from a sea witch. Robin places a hand on her throat as her voice was very important to her. However a seed of doubt began growing in the mermaid's mind.

The mermaid forgot all about rehearsing for an upcoming festival as she had too much fun spending time with you. When she returns in a good mood Robin is met with an angry Sunday. Robin tries to cover up the reason for her absence but Sunday finds a blue plastic hair clip of a bird in his sister's hair. Robin is sent to her room and barred from leaving the pod complex.

Robin sobbed in misery of her gilded cage, why was she wrong for wanting freedom? Slamming her fists against the door dislodged a certain scroll. The story of the mermaid and the human, more specifically the deal with the sea witch.

Robin floats timidly into the gaping maw of the cave of the sea witch Bonajade. Inside a beautiful woman is mixing ingredients in a cauldron before turning to face Robin. The sea snake mer purrs as she circles Robin. "Hello little angelfish, what brings you to my lair~?" Robin while frightened steels herself. "I heard that sea witches can give merfolk legs." Jade pauses before smirking. "Ah has our little singer fallen in love with a human?" Robin blushes and looks away, much to the purple haired woman's amusement. "I can give you legs in exchange of something of equal values, perhaps that famous voice of yours." Robin pales but remembers her current predicament. "Only if you also give me the ability to understand human language." The sea witch laughs huskily before sticking out a clawed hand. "You have a deal."

Robin arrives to shore completely nude and with a new set of legs. Attempting to stand was terrible as every step felt like stepping on a sea urchin. However you show up like a night in shining armor and blush at the sight of the naked Robin. Robin thinks it's cute the way you take off your jacket and give it to her, while guiding her to the lighthouse you live in.

"How did you end up like this?" You ask as you hand Robin some of your spare clothes praying it will fit decently. You had connected the dots much to Robin's joy and even better was understanding your gentle voice. The former mermaid goes to open her mouth to reply but nothing comes out. How could she have forgotten the price she paid?

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. Wait here while I find you something to eat." As you left she couldn't care what price she paid. You were worth it

Yandere Aspects:

Robin is a Manipulative, Slightly Delusional, Dependent, and Clingy Yandere.

Wherever you go you have your cute yet graceful housemate following you attached to your arm. Personal space is a thing of the past as she insists she's scared in a new place. So scared you have to share a bed because of her nightmares.

Cuddles, hugs, kisses are what Robin adores and loves to shower you with them. Can use difference in customs as an excuse to squish your body against hers. Pouts when you refuse her and melts if you initiate any level of affection.

Delusional in the sense that she believes you two are destined to be together. Not delusional enough to believe her thoughts and desires are completely pure, however she begins courting you. Seashell necklaces, drawings, and sweet poems in a broken version of your native tongue. When you accept she believes you're aware of her intentions and searches for a way to return to the sea with you.

Ignores any admirers she receives as the gorgeous yet shy roommate of yours. You care for her better than any other human and their shallow attention towards her. Willing to cry wolf if they annoy her to much.

Lets you have friends and hopes to endear herself to them, after all you like them so they aren't horrible people. Love interests however...Robin doesn't allow that. When she sees a person flirt with you casually at the bar you both were at, she snaps. Her beloved mate was off limits, Robin musters up tears and clings to you shaking. When you rush her home, she decides that she will be the only one you see until you're officially hers.

Queen of guilt trips and will use her lack of a voice and perceived frailty against you. Need to go to work? Work from home, Robin needs your support with her trauma. Hangout with friends? Robin is frightened of being alone and being attacked while voiceless. A date with a cutie? Oops, the knife slipped and she needs your help.

Dependent on your love and attentiveness, Robin is an addict. She purposely acts like pain and weariness is worse so you coddle her. Normally she would hate this babying from her brother or a pod member, but you're different. She could lay in your arms for an eternity and still want more.

She doesn't care how but she wants to be tied together be it marriage or something else. She doesn't care whether she returns with you and her voice to the sea or stays on land (she would prefer to speak to you).

All of her tendencies are worse when she and Sunday share. While she may love her brother she will encourage his worse traits so you depend on her.

Sunday🕊️⛓️

Ever devoted head of the Oak Pod known for his intelligence and leadership skills.

Ever since their mother was killed by humans, Sunday swore to protect Robin and his pod from those monsters. He has shed the blood of many humans and will continue to coax them only to drown them.

Robin's fascination with humanity concerned Sunday as no matter what he said or demonstrated Robin was convinced they were worth saving. Sunday made sure Robin was distracted by singing lessons and concerts to prevent her from surfacing.

Sunday felt a part of him break seeing Robin return to the pod injured, fearing the worst he held her close. His sister claimed it was a shark but Sunday was skeptical. However, he allowed this to pass while commanding more pod members to keep an eye on his sister. Perhaps a few more performances will keep his sister safe.

The merman grew more frustrated and concerned with his sister disappearing for long periods of the day. When he asked she simply giggled and discussed needing to prepare for a concert. Sunday knew she was visiting the surface to watch humans, but he didn't know she was actively talking to one.

"Brother" Sunday perks up and the sound of his sister's mellifluous voice. There was Robin his beautiful, delicate sister, the reason he used his "gift". "Robin, I'm surprised you made time to see me." A bright pink blush covers the mermaids face. Sunday chuckles internally at his sister's flustered expression, it was a shame they couldn't spend so much time together."I have a question that has been weighing heavy on my heart." As any good sibling, Sunday nods to hear what troubled his twin sister."If I was friends with someone, what gifts should I get them?" Golden eyes darken as a storm swirls beneath the surface. Everything made sense now with the disappearances and her dream like state. Someone has stolen his innocent sister's heart, something Sunday did not approve of. Composing himself the merman responds as gently as possible. "Robin don't you think gift giving is too intimate for a friendship?" Robin looks confused and tilts her head. "It is?" Robin and her innocence were quite charming to Sunday. Ruffling his sister's hair fondly the merman smiles"Yes Robin it is a method of courting for our kind, which is why I highly discourage this action." He hoped she would understand.

Rage filled Sunday's body when the star of the Charmony Festival wasn't there. How could his sister abandon her duty? Water seemed to boil around the merman as other pod members attempt to pacify him. Then he sees the blue plastic bird in Robin's hair.

Sunday stands above a quivering Robin with blazing golden eyes. She abandoned her duties to the pod to see a human of all things. Had his years of protection meant nothing to her? Not caring about Robin's cry of pain, Sunday rips the bird out of her long white locks. If she likes birds so much then why not treat her like a canary? He ordered pod members to lock his sister away. As Robin is dragged away sobbing, Sunday grips his hair harshly. He had been so careful, planned meticulously, done everything Gopher said to do. No, it's this human's fault for seducing his sister, they may have even caused the wound on her neck. Ichor colored eyes fill with a sinister and calculating gaze. He had some work to do.

Sunday never told Robin but he learned to practice magic to begin surveilling the pod. Now he will use this plastic abomination to find the cause of his unrest. In his room Sunday lays on his bed and begins chanting while holding the bird in his hand. Then he saw you and your deceptively kind gaze as you cooed at a local seal who seemed comfortable with you. It disgusted him to see a human pretend to care about the life around them with how they left the planet.

Sunday able to memorize your face and name as unlike his sister he was well versed in human tongues. He planned to lure you into the water and save his sister from your wicked grasp. All he needed was for you to talk to him and then he can bring order once more.

Sunday surfaces and decides to do further investigation to find your weak spots. What he didn't expect to see was his sister washed upon the shore with...human legs. Sunday feels his heart crack as he knows the only way she could have received those legs is by visiting someone with powerful magic. Powerful magic like Lady Bonajade.

The purple haired witch knew that the head of the Oak Pod was coming before he pinned her by her throat. "What did you do to my sister?!" Jade scoffed before remarking calmly "Your sister approached me with the deal, all for love. Very romantic isn't it?" Jade doesn't flinch as further pressure is applied to her neck. "Change her back." The harsh demand was met with cold laughter. "Why would I do that? I gave the angelfish the ability to be with her human in exchange for her voice. I could have added another clause but I didn't." Sunday saw red before sighing. "Fine Lady Bonajade if you won't do as I ask, how about a trade." Slit pupils dilate as the sea witch smirks. "Go on~"

The trade was simple a life for a life, the blood of a human for his own blood (his sister). Jade demanded you for his sister to return to normal. Holding the sharp fang like knife, Sunday was prepared to kill. All he needed to do was get you in the water.

Like the naive creature you were you feel for his gentle words and were easy to influence. Like a worm on a hook, Sunday had you right where he wanted you. The glazed over look in you eyes and dopey expression made the merman scowl. This was his threat? The one who seduced his sister? Really pathetic. Raising the knife above his head he stabs you in the chest. You wake up from the trance and grapple for the knife, your blood filling the water around you. Sunday was far stronger and tired of the resistance. Your head was forced under the waves and yet you fought hard. When you began slowing he eased a bit. Only to feel something sharp hit him.

From the shore Robin threw sharp shells and rocks with a fiery look in her gentle eyes. Why would she hurt him? What made her choose a human over him? A pain in his side is felt as the human drenched but very alive had stabbed him with his own knife.

Sunday expected to die but you spared him, even tending to his wounds. When he asked why you answered that Robin didn't want him to die. Which lead to him being tended to while unconscious, when the human could have gotten revenge.

Sunday sized up the human who survived his attack. Maybe he can get another opening if he plays nice.

Yandere Aspects:

Sunday is a Manipulative, Possessive, Semi Sadistic, Paranoid, and Worshiper Yandere

While it may take a while for Sunday to fall for you when he does, it'll be too late to escape. Having experienced your kindness and warmth much like Robin, he's hooked. Before this Sunday is Sadistic mostly towards you.

He's got trauma surrounding humans so be prepared to be attacked if you aren't careful. While he seems diplomatic and calm, Sunday is bent on getting his sister back. However as time goes on Sunday sees you as an exception, a person unfortunate enough to be born a human. Don't worry as the merman forgives you (what the heck Sunday).

Returns everyday claiming it's only to see his sister but he still starts conversations with you. What's your family like? Favorite food? Favorite color? Hobbies? Which was supposed to be weaponized against you but Sunday becomes interested in you as a person. Even opening up about his love of classical music (only good thing humans did).

Sunday has a way with words and can see you are suffering under human society (taxes, inflation, the normal stuff). Wouldn't it be easier to live in the sea where you won't have to deal with any of these things again? Sunday promises you'll be taken care of and treated well. You laugh at his "joke" but slowly his words worm their way into your mind. You confide in Sunday more which fuels his desire to protect you from the world around you.

Possessive of both you and his sister (platonically for Robin) as in his path the merman knows things are easily lost. If you go swimming in the water with him, Sunday will circle you like a shark. Sharp claws ghosting gently over you shoulder and sharp teeth grazing your nape. He longs to mark you for the world to see that you are his chosen human.

There is a high chance Sunday is willing to share with his sister since she loved you first. However all of you are going back to the sea where he can watch over you. Say goodbye to life on land as his magic practice pays off giving you a beautiful new tail. However he could also just kidnap you and leave Robin, it's just less likely to happen.

When you leave for work, Sunday is paranoid. What if something happens to you and Robin on land? What if you get hurt or taken advantage off? Sunday can taste metal of the blood where his teeth sunk into his lips. He will have to deal with the issue soon enough.

Is less clingy than Robin but still desires you physical affection. If you get him in the right mood Sunday will practically worship the ground you walk on. His worshiper side comes out more when you are no longer human. Pet his hair and he melts like putty in your hands.

A giant tidal wave sweeps the sleepy sea side town into the water and you into his arms. Bonajade wanted blood so he'll give her the whole village of drowned souls. All for his sister and you to turn into merfolk.

Is still willing to psychologically torment you to get you to behave. Will bring an innocent human down to the pod and make you watch as they are ripped open. With blood staining his pale scales and skin his golden eyes taunt you. It was your fault so just behave and it won't happen again.

The Twins ⛓️🕊️🎶

Both are able to share easily due to their strong bond and desire to keep you safe.

Prepared to have your every move watched and to rarely leave the pod compound. You have everything you want here so why leave?

Robin will sing for you to cheer you up while Sunday will be more gentle like offering you the best catch and giving you more space. However they will lose their patience if you insist on continuing to sulk.

Sunday gets first pick of your time since he will be gone most of the day due to being the head of the pod. He just wants to rest his head on your neck and cuddle, you won't be moving.

Robin enjoys shopping and taking you on cute dates. You won't have an easy time escaping due to the paparazzi swarming you two. Robin takes advantage of the cameras to cuddle close and smile, while you are forced to give her what she wants.

Sunday will do most of the punishing which is more emotional manipulation and psychological torture. Locked in small dark rooms, watching humans and some pod members be dismembered before you. So much guilt tripping from both sides. Don't you see what they feel for you? Why won't you let them love you?

Robin is willing to take advantage of your fragile state and play the hero. Sunday knows about this and is fine with it. If you depend on his sister emotionally you won't leave. After all that's the goal to keep and care for you, at any cost.

Posting now as I don't have the energy to edit at the moment. Enjoy!

[e-hibiscus]

Synopsis: Sharing food with your beloved

Pairing(s): Robin x reader, Feixiao x reader, Stelle x reader

A/N: Not proofread | small rambling idea that’s been sitting in my drafts | SFW!

Robin

One of her personal favorite pastimes with you are the occasions she’s able to sit back and relax with you. You two don’t often share food, mostly because Robin remains undercover as the two of you are out in public. Your solution was to bring the experience of trying smaller cafes and bakeries to her instead!

Whenever you come back to your shared hotel room, it doesn’t take long for you and Robin to set the table. The table or counter gets cleared for all the little goodies you’ve brought to try. When there’s something that catches Robin’s attention you could see the little flutter of her wings.

Robin’s actually rather shy about sharing food with you, even when you two have been dating for awhile. Her little wings come around to cover her face while she eats and sometimes, she uses her hand to cover her mouth as she chews too. It actually makes her happy since it’s something just the two of you can share more than it is the food itself.

Feixiao

Feixiao has an appetite and she eats so fast too. So usually, she finishes her meals before you do. That being said, Feixiao offers you a bite of her meal whenever the two of you are together. The only way she ever “slows down” and eats if she’s sharing something with you. She’s not going to eat it all if you want some too! That’d be far too rude, plus watching you eat seems like the most interesting thing from what you can tell. Feixiao can sit and watch you for hours, so watching you eat is no different either.

More often than not, you order food and Feixiao would pick it up for the two of you. However, whenever Feixiao orders food, the General usually gets two dishes you like, all so you can have the best of both dishes. Feixiao just likes seeing you happy and satisfied

Stelle

For some reason, Stelle usually wants to eat the exact thing you’re eating. If you're holding it, even if Stelle didn’t like it before, she would want a bite just because it's yours. She’s the type of woman to steal a bite quickly after distracting you with something else and be unapologetic about it too until you actually scold her about it. You can’t really stay mad at her for too long though… She’s just too damn cute getting all pouty with her puppy dog eyes. She knows you’re weak for her and she’s using it to her fullest!

Stelle is the type of person to put food she doesn’t particularly like onto your plate, but then again she lets you do the same for her. What Stelle does however is lie about disliking certain things so you can have them instead. Did you like pickles? Well, she doesn’t want/like them now, so you can have them instead!

[mihii-i]

SIZE QUEEN READER WITH ROBIN AHSHDHHAJAHAHA

honey.

Pairing(s): robin x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, dom robin, sub afab reader, size queen reader (obv), pet names, strap on use, crying, overstimulation, belly bulge, tit fondling, drooling, sesbian lex bro idk, fluffy at the end :)

A/N: HELP IS THAT A FUCKING BEAR TRAP??? WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM-? Also sorry if my writing isn’t that great I’m lowkey rusty…

Drool piled up around the corners of your mouth as you desperately clung to the satin bedsheets below you, which were tinted a slightly darker color from your cum stained onto them due to the past few orgasms Robin had practically ripped out of you. Your fingers tightened around the fabric when you felt her strap plunge back into you, your walls tightening around her silicone cock with a death grip.

“What’s wrong, my songbird? I thought you said you could take it.”

Robin leaned down to whisper in your ear in a quiet and gentle voice. Your halovian lover’s warm breath tickled the shell of your ear, eliciting a sharp gasp from your feverish lips. Your sound of surprise was immediately replaced with a loud moan when you felt her hips roll up against yours, her cock hitting that one gummy spot inside you.

Her slender fingers traced up your back, circling along the skin of your nape gently.

“Such a pretty girl..” Robin cooed, leaning down to press her lips against the side of your neck. Her hand snaked downward to circle around your waist while she continued to brush her lips along your throat. She moaned against the crook of your neck when she felt the vibrations of your own throaty noises against her lips.

You nearly screamed the moment you felt her hand dart down to circle your puffy swollen clit, her soft fingers working along your nub gently, mixed with the way her cock stretched you out made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your grip around the sheets nearly tore up the satin sheets upon feeling the fake veins drag along your walls, with quick and shallow breaths spilling out of your lips.

Robin pushed herself forward once again, burying her strap inside your cunt as far as possible. A melodic whine left the singer’s throat as she ground her hips against yours, the skin to skin contact driving both of you insane. The tip of her cock brushed against your sweet spot, making you cry out.

“R-Robin please-!” You barely drawled out. You could barely form words from how good your girlfriend was fucking you into the mattress. Every little noise you let out cut off any potential words that you could even mutter, which was exactly what Robin wanted. She merely flashed you a lovesick smile when you turned around to look at her through glassy eyes, before thrusting herself into you once again.

Soft fingers suddenly gripped your wrist that was holding the mattress, pushing it down in place. Robin reached her free hand that wasn’t holding you down over to your chin. Her index finger slipped under your chin, and her thumb brushed along your bottom lip, gently tilting your head up to look at her. Her face inched closer to you, closing the distance between you two before she pressed her lips against yours.

“Sweetheart, can you lay on your back?” She whispered, her voice sweet like honey. You nodded, letting out a small whimper when she pulled out to give you room to adjust. You scrambled onto your knees, before rolling over with your back pressed against the mattress. Without hesitation, Robin practically shoved her monstrous strap into you, earning a high pitched yelp. She immediately shoved the whole thing back into you, stretching you out once again.

Filthy noises of her cock sliding in and out of your pussy echoed throughout the room, the wet squelching sounds of your essences practically bouncing off the walls of what’s basically your sanctuary in this moment. Robin only smiled at your tear stained eyes, leaning down to kiss your cheekbone as a rather odd way of wiping away your tears. Then again, both of her hands were occupied, with one hand on your tit, and the other holding your hand.

“(Name)? My songbird? Can you look down for a moment?” Robin breathed in a soft voice, her fingers lacing with yours. You only let out a whine in response, before your teary eyed gaze trailed down to your lower abdomen. Your vision was blurry, but you couldn’t mistake the prominent bulge in your lower abdomen which disappeared and reappeared with every thrust the halovian delivered to your abused cunt.

You let out a breathy cry and let go of her hand to grasp onto her back, fingers digging into your lover’s soft, pale skin. Robin let out a low moan, thrusting her cock deep into you once again. She proceeded to grind her hips against yours once she was skin to skin with you, as if she was desperate to earn more of your near pornographic moans. She continued to grind her hips against yours, the edge of the strap rubbing against her own clit rhythmically with yours.

Your mind went blank as she slammed inside you, walls clenching around her strap like a vice as you squirted all over her cock and moaned loudly. The sight of your cum made Robin’s breath catch in her throat. She ground her hips against yours to help you ride out your orgasm before she herself came as well, her juices trailing down her thighs like a fucking waterfall. She sighed as both of your chests heaved up and down upon recovering from your climax, before pulling the strap out completely.

Robin cuddled up to you after removing the strap and setting it down on the bedside table. Her arms circled around your waist before resting her chin against your shoulder and peppering soft kisses along your neck and shoulder, causing you to giggle. Both of you were drenched in sweat, making your bodies stick together. It was kind of sweet in a way.

“I’m spent..” you murmured, voice still hoarse from all the screaming you did earlier. Robin only nodded in response, eyes fluttering shut as she pulled you against her. She leaned up to kiss your cheek, before holding you in her arms once again.

“Get some rest, my songbird.”

A/N: I FORGOT TO PUT A TITLE SO I SEARCHED FOR A RANDOM ASS WORD IN THE FIC IT WASNT THOUGHT OUT HELP-

@skinblanket

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Random Marriage HCs

characters: Yoimiya, Robin x gn!reader 

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: Had an idea during an unusually quiet bus ride

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Yoimiya

You didn’t know many other people that were as attentive towards anniversaries as Yoimiya, especially when it came towards those other than your big one. From time to time, you couldn’t help but feel as if not a single week could pass by without the girl announcing it was some kind of anniversary for the two of you. Whether it was your first date, first kiss, first time you assembled a firework all by yourself or any other occasion she seemed to hold dear.

Speaking of fireworks – no anniversary was complete without one or two fireworks shot into the night sky. There had been a time you tried convincing her to cut it back with her very public shows of appreciation – a simple hug or kiss would have been enough to get that message across to you, and wouldn’t risk receiving noise complaints from the neighbours – but as the years passed by, you slowly realized that trying to separate the anniversaries and fireworks was futile in nature. Despite, you were 90% sure they were just a welcome excuse for Yoimiya to light some in the first place.

Not that you minded all too much anymore. There were worse ways to end your day than with your own firework-show.

Suddenly, you were awake. Having been in deep sleep just the prior moment, before a pair of hands had grabbed onto your shoulders and started pulling and pushing them excitedly, your eyelids gave enough way to allow you to get a glance at your ceiling. For a brief moment at least, before a familiar face popped into your view, smiling at you with the same enthusiasm your brain had long since linked to one single word.

“Do you know what day it is today?” Her voice filled your ears.

“Give me a moment… What’s the date?” You asked in a groggy voice, your brain still reeling from its sudden departure from Dreamland as it surely would have had a difficult time recollecting your name if pressed for it.

“Today’s the Anniversary of…”, you opened your mouth again just a short moment after having finished your last sentence, not even giving Yoimiya enough time to answer your question, only for your eyes to suddenly shoot wide open as you remembered how you’ve been shopping for this day just past week, a smile to rival her’s appearing on your face, your voices to ring out almost in unison.

“Our Wedding.”

With how loud that day’s fireworks had been it was a wonder the guards didn’t come knocking at your door the next morning.

Robin

Being the artist that she was, Robin had written dozens of Songs over the years. Some of them she felt a deeper connection to than others, and yet there was one that she would always hold dearest.

A song you couldn’t find in any playlist or sold at any store, nor was it a song anyone but her had ever heard in completion, not even you. And yet, sometimes, when she was having a stressful week and trying to calm herself or those around her down, you could hear her hum little snippets of it to herself. Once or twice, you were even lucky enough to hear her quietly sing parts of the lyrics, although her voice was meant for nobody’s ears but her own. And while it was certainly possible that you were just interpreting too much into it, you could have sworn you’ve heard your own name among those lyrics at least once.

So whether it was out of embarrassment that she kept it to herself or out of a desire to retain what little of her private life was still private, whenever you heard the familiar tune, the corners of your lips would inevitably creep upwards.

There was little that had a more calming effect on you then sitting by the fireplace and hearing the crackling of the fire. Aeons knew you needed it, considering how… eventful the past few days turned out to be. Closing your eyes, as you leaned back even further in your chair, you began hearing the woman by your side start humming to herself. 

Usually, you’d have little trouble pinpointing the exact tune she was quietly singing to herself, having listened to each of her songs so often you had learned them by heart. And yet this one took a bit longer for you to recognize. It had no name, but it was still beautiful. Maybe even more so than any of her others, even if you didn’t know all of it.

But then, you recognized the part she was at. Among the bits and pieces you had gotten to hear, this one was the one that always stuck with you the most, and so, you instinctively began humming along. And although the tones coming out of your throat were far from as beautiful as hers, before long, it was the only one filling the room.

Noticing Robin had stopped humming, your own slowly trailed off as well, as you looked at her with a look of confusion and mild amusement, a comment along the lines of “was my singing that breathtaking?” almost escaping your lips although you managed to contain it just barely. For the better, as the girl was staring at you with wide eyes, her surprise all too apparent.

“You know that one?” Her voice rang out once again, sounding almost a bit embarrassed before you answered her with a big nod, smile plastered across your face as you opened your mouth.

“Only bits and pieces. I heard you hum or sing it to yourself from time to time. Did you write it yourself?”

Her cheeks now suddenly a couple of shades redder, she gave you a small nod before turning to look back at the fireplace, feeling unusually shy about it before putting on a small smile and turning back to face you.

“I’ll let you hear the full song one day.”

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

ok so imagine a reader who eventually at some point starts excitedly giving Robin, firefly, march and Acheron goodbye and hello hugs cuz they’re just very happy to see them?

(H:SR) Robin, Firefly, March 7th, and Acheron's S/O giving them energetic hugs

It doesn't matter how tiring the concerts were for Robin, or how long the day ahead of her was:

The moment she left and came back, S/O's loving embrace was all that she needed to get her psyched up.

Smiling, Robin allows herself to melt into their warmth as her wings flap just a little faster.

(S/O) "You did great out there!"

(Robin) "Thank you, dear..."

Robin's hugs are just as warm, though it's far more relaxed in nature.

Mostly due to the fact she can just be herself around them.

Firefly happily reciprocates S/O's hugs due to the nature of her mission. Though Elio's script has her coming back alive, that doesn't mean it'd be a short trip by any stretch of the imagination.

And so, her hugs are just as energetic as S/O's, a sad smile and a tight hug leaving, and an even bigger smile and a bone-crushing embrace returning.

(S/O) "Firefly! Welcome back!"

(Firefly) "It's so nice to hear your voice again..."

Firefly's hugs are passionate and surprisingly strong. Though given the nature of her strength, maybe it shouldn't be as shocking.

Usually, she lifts them off the ground and will yelp for a moment if the same is done to her, ending in a fit of laughter as she just rests within their arms for a second longer.

March will return the energetic glomping with equal force, if not stronger.

Even if she was going to be gone for at maximum a few days, she'll act as if she won't see them for a while solely for dramatic effect.

(S/O) "Finally, you're back!"

(March 7th) "Of course, now come here you!"

There has been times where she has almost tackled S/O to the floor in the surprise "hug", both of which begin laughing immediately as the volume of the train car increases tenfold.

March's hugs are playful yet firm, she isn't going to be lifting S/O off the ground but she sure as hell can stagger them with it.

Acheron isn't as playful when it comes to hugging, but her touch lingers on S/O's body longer than theirs.

Sighing deeply into their arms before she leaves, she reluctantly pulls back.

Moments like these, it's not goodbye, not really. It was more like...she wasn't here right now.

(S/O) "Acheron...be safe, please?"

(Acheron) "Of course. And to you as well, S/O. I'll find my way back to you."

And to that S/O gave a little smile, causing her to chuckle.

(Acheron) "Or at the very least, I'll text you when I think I'm nearby."

(S/O) "That sounds more accurate."

Acheron's hugs are long as she can barely feel the touch of her lover. Despite the Nihility that ate away at her, she'd do all she could to remember their loving embrace.

But the hugs she gives upon returning last for nearly ten minutes, unused to having someone actually waiting for her return and not wanting to let go of that feeling just yet...

[sun4ki]

Tfem Robin drabble because i can..

Please its early in the morning and i feel like my brain could only think about tfem robin and how much of a good girl i can be for her hehe

Warnings: Nsfw , minors read at your own risk , men and homophobes STRICTLY dni

A/n: PLEASEEE i NEEEEEDDDD HERRR, i can give her the sloppiest blowjob know to fucking mankind

Taglist: @robilover @skinblanket

MHMMMNSHH thinking about tfem robin who would keep you on her lap facing her as she prepares for her concert, only for this to turn into something more heated and thrilling once you felt something underneath you

HSHSHSHSHWJW Just her pistoning her hips up, pressing kisses on your shoulders as she wraps her arms around your waist to keep you in place

She would be extremely gentle with you, staying at a pace that would only satisfy your cravings. She would whisper praises into your ear, saying how good you feel wrapped around her and how the noises you make were music to her ears,

She would feel disappointed once she heard a knock on her door, asking for her to come out in 5 minutes. It was definitely not much time for her to satisfy you so she would plead, plead to go faster on you just to pleasure you into cumming before she would leave

Agreeing to this only left you into a whimpering mess, holding on to her shoulder for dear life.

You would feel Robin’s nail digging into your skin as she held you down by your waist, pushing her lenth deep in you. Pulling it out till the tip before immediately plunging it back into the wet feeling of your insides

The tip would just be enough to poke against your core making a loud moan escape the biting of your lips

Robin would quickly cover your mouth though, she would whisper with a sweet tone on how you should tone down, not wanting other people to hear you right?

—

The curtains open, revealing the singer as she preforms for her concert, fans cheered and yelled her name not knowing you were definitely yelling her’s earlier ;3

You would be left panting and breathing heavily from that intense moment with her in her dressing room for her words to ring in your mind, saying how she’ll give you a proper fucking when you get home.

You would gulp the saliva forming in your mouth preparing yourself for the night that’s about to come

[mona-risms]

biting on robins wings mmm

-🗑️

Her reactions would be funny as fuck actually LFMAO like. Wings are hella sensitive right? So if you took a cheeky little nibble on her wings, she'll let out the BIGGEST yelp in general and her wings flutter cuz you startled the poor girl........and also turned her on too HAHA

Unlike horn physics in horny (lol) media where stroking someone's horns get them all hot and bothered, when you touch and stroke a bird under the neck (especially under the wings) you actually get them in THAT state aha so. Like! Just saying! You keep biting on her wings, she'll end up positively dripping in need, and really why would you leave the poor girl be after that????

Hey maybe if you bit and fiddled with her wings enough she'd cum on the spot 😜 just a thought cuz she has like four fucking wings......

[starlovesganyu]

a long night...

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there's only one bed...

relationships are platonic with ig mutual pining?

various characters and gn!reader

characters: kafka, robin, sparkle, seele

warnings: none

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kafka -`✮´-

the inn had only one room left, and, of course, only one bed. you stared at it, then at Kafka, who leaned against the doorframe with a lazy smile, clearly enjoying your dilemma

"you look so troubled. don’t tell me you’re shy?"

you scoff at her words, but turn away before she can see the way your pulse quickened

"sharing a bed with me… it must be a dream come true, hm?"

you blush a deep shade of red and try to sputter out a response but fail to form a coherent sentence. you decide to busy yourself with removing your coat, hoping to mask your embarrassment

"i'll take the left side," she announced, slipping into bed with an almost unfair grace. her gaze flickered to you, expectant. "come now, don’t make me drag you onto the bed"

you hesitate at first, but resign yourself once you realize there is no way around this. you slide under the covers, stiff as a board. after settling down, the room became too quiet, the silence only being broken by the occasional rustling of sheets. a faint scent of jasmine also hovered in the air-kafka's perfume

"you’re so tense," she murmured, her voice softer now. you hear her shift in the bed, and suddenly the scent of jasmine was much stronger. your breath catches in your throat as you feel her fingers, oddly warm to the touch, brushing lightly over your wrist before settling there.

"kafka…?"

"shhh..."

your heart pounded, but you said nothing. she chuckled, satisfied, and didn’t pull away

neither did you.

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robin -`✮´-

robin stands beside you, her hands clasped in front of her chest, eyes wide with unmistakable embarrassment. “oh… i-i suppose we’ll have to share,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper

you watched as a soft pink flush crept up her neck, deepening when she risked a glance in your direction

“i can sleep on the floor,” you offered quickly, but robin shook her head, flustered

“oh, no! i couldn’t possibly let you do that. it—it wouldn’t be right…” Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sleeves, her gaze darting around she struggled to find the proper words

“we’re both adults. it’s just sleeping, right?”

you weren’t sure if she was trying to convince you or herself

with a shy nod, she turned her back to you, she slowly slipped under the covers as far to the left of the bed as she could, her shoulders stiff. you hesitated before following, keeping to your side as best as possible. silence then stretched between you, thick with unspoken thoughts. robin shifted slightly, exhaling a breath she’d been holding

“is… is this okay?” she whispered timidly. you glanced over. in the dim glow of the lantern, her dark lashes fluttered as she tried—failed—to meet your eyes

“yeah,” you murmured. “it’s okay"

another pause, then, softer, “i-i’ve never… done this before”

“neither have i,” you admitted

robin finally looked at you, a hint of relief in her expression before she quickly turned away again, pressing a hand to her cheek. “oh, i feel so silly…” she mumbled, clearly mortified by her own reactions

as you lay there, listening to the soft, steady rhythm of her breathing, you couldn’t help but think—she was impossibly, undeniably adorable.

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sparkle -`✮´-

the moment sparkle realized there was only one bed, her lips curled into a slow, wicked grin

"oh, how scandalous," she purred, "tell me, dear, will this be a night of whispered confessions? of forbidden longing?"

you sighed, already exhausted. "it'll be a night of sleeping, sparkle"

she gasped, pressing a gloved hand to her chest in mock offense. "how terribly boring. you wound me." but then, her sharp eyes flickered with something deeper. "unless, of course, you truly do find my company that boring"

you knew better than to take her bait. instead, you turned away and started to organize your belongings on the nearby nightstand, hoping to distract sparkle from the heat creeping up your neck

"w-we should sleep" say as confidently as possible

sparkle let out a dramatic sigh but made no move to argue. instead, she strolled toward the bed, undoing the clasps on her various accessories

then, just as you were about to climb in beside her, she suddenly turned, eyes alight with amusement. "oh? how bold of you to join me so easily. and here i thought you’d insist on taking the floor"

"you’d never let me live it down if i did" you shot back

sparkle chuckled, shifting onto her side to watch you. "you know me well, darling" that caught you off guard. her teasing was expected, but the quiet warmth in her voice was not

"well then, try not to get too flustered, hmm? sharing a bed with a lady like me is a most dangerous game"

silence settled between you, the playful tension lingering in the air. just when you thought she might actually fall asleep, sparkle let out an exaggerated sigh

"this is terribly dull," she muttered. "no dramatic declarations? no stolen glances under the moonlight?"

"you could just go to sleep like a normal person," you said dryly

she scoffs, but then her voice drops to a near whisper. "but tell me, darling… if i were to steal a kiss in the dead of night, would you stop me?"

your breath caught, and sparkle drank in your reaction with barely concealed delight. but before you could formulate a response, she simply giggled, turning onto her side with her back to you

"sweet dreams," she murmured, amusement still laced in her tone

you sighed, shaking your head. typical.

and yet, as sleep slowly claimed you, you couldn't quite shake the feeling that, despite all her games, she had been waiting for an answer.

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seele -`✮´-

"what? no way, check again."

you both stood there for a second, waiting for a second bed to magically appear. it didn’t.

"tch." she ran a hand through her hair, clearly flustered. "well… guess that means one of us is sleeping on the floor."

you sighed. "and by 'one of us,' you mean me, right?"

she crossed her arms. "i mean, obviously"

you dragged a hand down your face. "seele, come on—there’s enough space for us both"

she made a face, cheeks tinged pink. "are you serious? sharing a bed? with you???"

"i promise i don’t bite." you gave her a tired look. "i just want to sleep"

she groaned, rubbing her temples before finally muttering, "f-fine. but if you take up too much space, i’m kicking you off"

you raised your hands in surrender. "noted"

later, after an awkward few minutes of both of you laying as close to the edges as possible, seele huffed in frustration, "this is the worst"

you stifled a laugh. "you’re so dramatic"

she clicked her tongue. "just shut up and go to sleep already"

silence settled in, the room dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the curtains. just as you were starting to drift off to sleep, you felt movement beside you

then, ever so slightly, seele shifted closer

it was subtle at first—a small shuffle, her body angled just the slightest bit toward you. but then, in one decisive movement, she scooted in

"...it's cold," she muttered, voice barely above a whisper

a small smile tugged at your lips. "right. cold."

"shut up," she grumbled, but she didn’t move back. if anything, she got even closer

you chuckled softly but said nothing more. as the night went on, the distance between you gradually disappeared until none remained.

thanks for reading!!!!