#frobinsummer2018

Frobin Summer 2018  Prompt: Camping Vacation  @frobinfandays 

Robin slid the marshmallow off the stick, capturing it between two cookies and the piece of chocolate. She looked over at Franky, chomping down on his third chocolate-only sandwich. 

“You’re sure you don’t want a marshmallow?” she said, tilting her head and smiling. “Sanji made them, you know.” 

“He made them for you, you mean,” Franky said. 

“And everyone else.” 

“Anyway, no, I don’t like marshmallows,” Franky said, finishing off his treat. He held out his hands, warming them by the fire. “They’re too soft.” 

“But hamburgers are soft.” Robin squished the marshmallow between the cookies and took a bite, saying through the dessert, “Fries are, too.” 

“Not if you make them the right way! Fries should be crispy, and hamburger meat should be crispy around the edges.” Franky turned himself around to lie down on the log. “Hamburgers also need lettuce and pickles for extra crunch. Maybe some onion, too.” 

When Robin didn’t answer, he looked over at her and saw her smiling at him. 

“Wh---What?” he said, sitting up. 

“I’m amazed you don’t like soft things,” she said, returning to her sandwich. “You’re such a softie yourself.” 

“Hey!” he exclaimed, holding out his hands. “What about this iron body says soft?! I’m a rough-and-tough gang leader! And I don’t dislike all soft things, you know? I mean, I like---” 

He cut himself off, curling his arms in on himself and looking away. 

“You like what?” Robin said, finishing her sandwich and wiping away crumbs around her mouth. 

“Don’t take it the wrong way,” Franky mumbled, lowering his sunglasses onto his eyes. “You’re an amazing fighter and you don’t take shit from anyone. But, you know---when you’re not fighting, when you’re reading or eating or sleeping---you’re---soft.” 

Robin stood and crossed her arms. Before Franky knew it, hands were covering his eyes, and he reached up, trying to bat them away. He stopped only when he sensed Robin settling down in front of him. The hands vanished, and Robin leaned forward to kiss his cheek. 

This was supposed to be for #frobinsummer2018 over at @frobinfandays 

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LET’S GET STARTED!  #FrobinSummer2018 from 15th June to 15th July!

Time to create something related to summer and our OTP!

Beach episode? Firework? BBQ? Snow? Going to the pool? Vacation? Summer Camp? Let your inspiration go wild!

Find the original posting with the rules here.

Frobin Summer 2018  Prompt: Napping in a Hammock  @frobinfandays 

“Franky!” 

Franky shushed Usopp. 

“Sorry,” Usopp said, lowering his voice. He stepped into the shade next to the hammock, hung between the tree and the railing. “Sanji wants you to go help him with groceries.” 

“I can’t.” 

“Why?” 

Franky gestured to Robin, fast asleep under his arm. Her face was buried into the crook of his neck and her arm was wrapped around his chest. 

“Well, wake her up and come back later,” Usopp said. 

“No way,” Franky hissed. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime moment and I will not wake up my beautiful girlfriend from her nap so I can do chores. Just tell the cook I’m busy being a gentleman and you help him!” 

Usopp threw up his arms in exasperation, walking away. Robin lifted her head and Franky looked over at her. 

“Sorry, did I wake you?” he whispered. 

“I’ve been awake,” she murmured. 

“You wanna get up?” 

“Who said that?” She shoved her head back where it was, snuggling into Franky. He stroked her hair with his spare fingers, staring up at the leaves with tears running down his face. 

Frobin Summer 2018  Prompt: Vacation at an Old Castle  @frobinfandays 

“This armor’s super,” Franky said, running his hand down an old chainmail outfit resting on a mannequin. “It’s iron, but it hasn’t rusted yet. Think they did something to it to stop oxidation?” 

“Maybe someone’s been coming back to keep it clean,” Robin said, running a hand down an oil painting. “This painting hasn’t yellowed, either.” 

“Huh.” 

“Or maybe this castle is haunted. I’ve heard rumors.” 

“If it is, I’ll just punch the ghosts.” 

Robin smiled, laughing behind her hand. “How do you plan to do that?” 

“Ghosts can’t hurt you unless they become tangible,” Franky said, pounding his fist into his open palm. “If they’re intangible, I can’t punch them, and they can’t hurt us. If they want to hurt us, they have to become tangible, and then I’ll punch them.” 

“I can’t argue with that.” 

“How come no one else’s here, anyway?” 

“The castle’s closed for visitors. Why do you think we had to sneak in?” 

Franky grinned, his heart warming. “I love you.” 

“Hm?” 

“I said I love you!” 

“No, no---be quiet. I thought I heard something.” 

Franky pouted, folding his arms while Robin sprouted ears around the room, listening intently. 

“Never mind,” she said, phantom ears vanishing. “Whatever it was decided to leave.” 

“That’s comforting.” Franky left the armor and went over to Robin, wrapping his arms around her. “You seem interested, but the sun’s going down. You wanna see if this place has any old beds we can use to camp out?” 

Frobin Summer 2018  Prompt: Being Lazy in the Sunshine  @frobinfandays 

Franky lay on his back, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the harsh sunlight as Robin laid her head on his chest, holding a book up. When she snapped it shut and set it aside, Franky looked over, blinking sleepily. 

“It’s too hot to read,” she explained, resting her head back onto his chest. She lowered her sunglasses. “I’m amazed your metal doesn’t get overheated in weather like this.” 

“Water 7 always got hot in the summer,” he mumbled. “Had to think ahead.” 

“You’re nice and cool.” 

“I won’t be soon. Almost outta cola.” 

Robin went quiet. A minute later, a chain of hands, sprouting their way from the kitchen to her and Franky, tossed him a bottle. He caught it just in time and fiddled with his stomach until it clinked in place. 

“Thanks.” 

“Mm.” 

Nami passed by Robin and Franky on the deck and lifted her sunglasses, eyeing them. 

“You guys want more sunscreen?” she asked. 

“That’d be lovely, thank you,” Robin said with a smile, pushing her sunglasses back up her nose. Nami left to retrieve the bottle and Robin tilted her head back, staring up at the sky. 

“What a lovely day,” she murmured. 

Franky moved some of her hair with the small hand protruding from his palm. “Sure is. Wanna do nothing all day?”