My first fic ever, finally! Expect revisions, I'll most likely fix pieces here and there. I can't find the fics I want, so I have to write them. :) I know most of you like yaoi out there but could the hetero fans write some more for this site? Thanks! :)
I'd start off with the obligatory 'I don't own One Piece', but fun fact: disclaimers don't do anything. We're all anonymous writers here, if Oda wanted to take legal action, this site would remove all One Piece fanfics. Just something to note ^^

Spoiler alert: Story takes place after Thriller Bark. (Forgive me if the timeframe doesn't work, let's pretend, shall we? ;D)
Rating: Will be MA in the future.
Pairing: Franky & Robin

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Crush
~Zestee~

After leaving Thriller Bark, the Strawhat Pirates continued their course on the Grand Line, sighing a breath of relief as the coming weeks would bring a peaceful, relaxing break. The crew were finally given a long-needed vacation from shenanigans, showdowns, having their stuff looted, and barely surviving danger. With the addition of a new crew mate, it turned the Thousand Sunny up-side down with rearranging the rooms Franky had originally planned out for them.
After their triumph in Thriller Bark, the coming days were full of Luffy and Brook's loud conversations, driving Nami halfway insane. Although the crew rejoiced and were hooked on Brook's every word when he boarded the ship, the effect was soon lost with Luffy's easily induced laughter, booming non-sensical jokes bouncing back and forth between the two. Besides Nami nearly tearing her hair out from yelling at the two to be quiet, and Zoro growing ever-crankier from not being able to nap, the rest of the crew quickly adjusted to the new energy on the ship, and made living adjustments to allow for more privacy.

Franky made his workshop into more of a personal space, eventually moving his bed below deck as well. Sharing sleeping quarters with the men on board was a challenge he wasn't prepared for; Zoro snored loudly, Sanji babbled in his sleep, and Ussop would occasionally sleepwalk, wandering around the room in his underwear, tripping over things. Brook would prove to be the worst of all- as if bumping into him when the ship was dark at night wasn't scary enough, his cackling in his sleep made it even scarier. Rather than breaking the skeleton in half, like Zoro would find himself fantasizing about, he instead moved up his bed to the crow's nest, where he was free to snore without getting kicked in the jaw by Sanji. Nami moved her drafting table in with Ussop's workstation, and prettied up the infirmary, making it into her bedroom. Rather than complaining about Robin's nocturnal sleeping patterns, as she volunteered to keep night-watch several nights a week, Nami felt Robin should keep the room as her own. Seeing as Robin's book reading lamp would interfere with Nami's sleep, and Nami's full daytime light was ideal for her drafting work, the new adjustment, and the new ship itself, gave way to some much-needed breathing space.

The new addition to the crew left Robin with odd feelings; feelings that she hadn't felt twinge in her chest since adolescence. Franky. She felt a strong connection to him since their first encounter, and since, she's felt a stronger fascination with the cyborg. At first she thought the fascination was purely because he was so unusual, from his choice of clothes, to the mechanics of his body. Her thoughts often drifted when looking at him, curiously wondering what parts of him still were 100% human, and what parts were artificial. Did he run around in a swimsuit all the time because he never feels cold? Is it possible for him to... well... she didn't want to think about that. It was bad enough that he caught her staring at him lost in thought, it would be worse if he could decipher what she was thinking just by looking at her. She soon had to admit to herself that when she would find herself staring at him, studying everything about him, and wondering where he was and what was he up to, it felt just like a crush. Robin didn't want to admit it. Even the word, crush, was juvenile- and hadn't heard such a term since she was a teenager. But in her mind, there was no other way to describe it. Infatuation is a much scarier, serious, adult term and she didn't want to admit that if she felt something for the crazy shipwright, that it couldn't be brushed off over time. She had been physical with many men over the years, mostly as an act of impulse when wanting to satify her own needs. She undertood her body, and the things that turned her on, and took them in the form of suitable men as needed. Whoever the lucky man was, she wouldn't hear from him again. Never had she been faced with someone she desired be in close proximity on a daily basis, like a pirate ship on the Grand Line. No matter, she thought, if a crush is what it is, it will subside.

The late afternoon was sunny, cheerful, and full of laughter. On most days like this, the weather was clear and warm, and most of the crew would tend to their own things. Franky was on the deck watching the waves, snacking on cookies Sanji had made two days ago. Quickly accustomed to the speed of which freshly-baked snacks disappear, Franky knew that hiding snacks was the way to go.

"Oi! Franky!" Luffy shouted from the swing, waving to him. "Whaddaya got? Is that..." Luffy sniffed the air, "...cookies?"

"Yeah, but they're not for you. These are mine." The rubber man quickly dashed to his side, practically putting his face in Franky's stash, before he turned to pull them out of mouth's reach. "Why don't you go to the kitchen? Sanji says he made way extra for you and Brook, since you won't be eating Nico Robin's share while she's asleep again."

Luffy turned his face to Brook, both of sharing an astonished look, mouths gaping wide and eyes gleaming. "Sanji~~~~~~!" Luffy screamed as the pair made a dash for the kitchen. Franky smirked to himself.

'The two deserve it. Driving everyone crazy...'

Suddenly a loud noise was heard from Robin's room; to Franky's ears, he heard the clatter of wood, with the thump of something else. Quickly entering the room, Franky looked around, then noticed Robin on her knees in the corner of the room, in front of her closet.

"Are you okay? I heard a noise-" Franky first noticed she was holding her thumb, then noticed piles of clothes on hangers covering the floor of the small closet.

"Ah, yes..." Robin turned to face Franky, biting her lip, and turning her attention to her thumb, squeezing it with the other hand. Franky quickly approached her and kneeled down to inspect her hand.

"You don't need to worry, it's just a splinter I think, I just sort of hit it, when the rack fell. It's my fault, really." Still with a concerned look on his face, Franky lightly gripped the hand cradling her thumb, looking closely at it. Not expecting the sudden closeness, and the sudden touch from the man she'd been so closely studying, Robin felt a blush heat her face. Not being one to let her feelings be readable, Robin gave no obvious response to Franky's touch, always wanting to play it cool; it was an everyday built in behaviour from an early age; for someone who spent a majority of her life powerless, it was her way of regaining that sense of power. She hoped, however, that he couldn't sense just how hot her face felt.

"Ouch! I can see where you might get a bruise, and yeah, I see a splinter, right there..." Franky brought her hand closer to his face, lifting his sunglasses with his thumb. He then turned his direction to the closet, trying to make sense of what happened.

"I was hanging up my clothes and ran out of room, since Nami took the dresser, and I've been running out places for books, I thought that this could be raised higher, that way I have room for a top rack and a bottom-"

"Why didn't you come and ask me? I built you this closet after all! And ran out of room to fit books? Really? Even after you used up Luffy and Zoro's space in the library?" Robin's eyes moved from Franky's, then down to her hand, which was still being gripped by his. Franky let go of her hand, giving her a slightly nervous grin. Unbeknownst to Robin, however, the gesture had been intentional. Franky had wondered since their first meeting what kind of person she was exactly. The mysterious woman was hard to decipher; she often kept to her books, and when he caught her looking at him, she would then return with a smile. 'When she's staring at me, what is on her mind exactly? She's wondering if my penis works, isn't she? Is she... checking me out?' Getting closer to the enigmatic woman, Franky thought, might reveal some answers.

"I figured since you've rearranged the entire ship, on top of building it, I'd give you a break. But I didn't count on dropping everything in there, I really overstuffed it."

"Silly woman. I have extra racks for this closet in my shop, you would've had to come bug me anyway. Besides, that's my job here. When I get back, it'll get it done in no time!" Franky stood up from the floor, heading off to retrieve his things. A few moments later he returned to her room with his hammer and supplies, where he found her gathering her clothes that had fallen off the rack and piled up on the floor of the closet.

"Ohh, that one's my favourite." Franky pointed at the outfit Robin was holding from a hanger.

"This?" Robin held it up to her body. It occured to her that the form-fitting black dress was the outfit she had wore when the two met for the first time, right from their confrontation on the sea train, up until their miraculous escape from Enies Lobby. When she had been browsing through her wardrobe in the past weeks, coming across the outfit would remind her of the range of emotions she endured during the ordeals with CP9 and Spandam, and wasn't sure if she wanted to wear the thing again.

"Yes. I hope you have more good memories than bad with it. I'd hate to think you'd avoid wearing it again."

Robin smiled, tilting her head to the side curiously. "Ooooh? And why is that?"

Franky bent down on one knee, lazily resting his elbow on it. He pushed his shades up with his thumb, letting them rest on top of his head. "Because it's sexy on you."

Now he had really done it- the cool, demure woman couldn't keep the facade. Her face went completely red, and the hands holding the dress against her body felt weak. Her feelings were not meant to be shown, Nico Robin was supposed to be calm and collected, her thoughts kept completely to herself; a cocoon that protected her from anyone interfering with her personal space. This crush was becoming problematic.

Franky laughed, picking up his hammer and supplies and getting to work on the broken closet. "Made you blush. That means that I win!"

She began to busy herself gathering her clothes and moving them out of his way, setting them on her bed behind him in an attempt to mask her embarrassment. What was embarrassment quickly grew to frustration- acting shy and blushing was only suitable if she was being coy; if she was in charge. No, only if she were playing a game, messing with a man's ego by acting like a smitten teenaged girl, could explain her behavior. That's just what it will have to be then, she figured. Gauging by how busy Franky was, hammering away at the closet, Robin took her chances with his back turned and tossed off the Galley-La brand dress, quickly replacing it with the saucy black outfit. Zipping it dangerously low, she snuck a glance over her shoulder to see that Franky hadn't noticed what she was up to. Creeping a smile, Robin took the opportunity to add another ingredient: the matching thigh-high boots. She sat on the bed and pulled them out from underneath where she kept the rest of her shoes, sitting up straight and sensually stretching her legs to stage her scheme. Suddenly wondering why things seemed quiet, Franky took a short glance over his shoulder to see what she was up to. What Franky saw didn't process in his brain until he was looking back at his hammer. Robin was indeed in that tight dress, sitting on her pink bedsheets, in the midst of dipping her toe in a long leather boot that so sexily put that entire outfit together. Did she notice him looking? No, not yet... Franky flashed another glance, his eyeballs retreating to the closet again. He saw both boots on her this time; the motion of her hands gliding up the shiny tight material above her knees, smoothing it out. He picked up the pole from the floor which carried the weight of dozens of hangers of clothes on it, staring at the top and bottom notches that would hold the wooden poles. Franky cleared his throat, feeling his heartrate go up as he wondered what the mysterious woman behind him was up to.

"So uh, did you want this on the top or the bottom...?" Nico knew he had stolen a glance when it appeared she was busy- and felt that her plan was working already. Franky appeared casual, turning around to meet her eyes, while holding the heavy rack of clothes. The only thing different about that last time she wore the outfit was now she wasn't wearing anything underneath it- the thin floral dress was replaced with nothing, which in turn made it appear shorter, tighter, and more revealing. Franky swallowed again, feeling a sweat appear on his forehead. Robin stepped closer, her eyes locked on Franky's. Her sensual gaze made it seem like she hadn't heard the question at all, as she wore the tiniest grin. With one hand behind her back, while the other played with the tab on her zipper, she thought about the question.

"Hmmmm." Tilting her head, her eyes moved to the rack he was holding for a short moment, then locked back onto his eyes. "I think... I prefer bottom."

Franky's eyes widened. 'Oh god.' he thought, turning his head back to the closet, he wasn't sure if he even heard the words correctly, they were just so dirty. 'She's bad. She's pure evil. And the way she looked at me when she said it...'

Robin giggled, putting her hand near her face. "I win."

"Hwah?" Franky rested the pole in the bottom notches, as instructed, avoiding Robin's eyes.

"You're blushing. I got you."

"Am not."

Robin stepped closer, the sound of her heels making Franky feel a bit uneasy as her body became extremely close.

"Mmmhmm." Robin held both her arms behind her back, lightly brushing his arm with the bare skin of her cleavage as he continued to edge himself deeper in the closet, avoiding her.

"Alright! Alright!" Franky jumped back, holding an open palm towards her. "But that doesn't mean you win! It just means we're even. It's that dress! Damn!" Franky went through multiple gestures, comically covering up his anxiety.

Robin chuckled. "I guess so." Looking over her newly-adjusted closet, she looked back at Franky with a sincere smile. "Thank you, by the way. It looks great."

"Hmm." Franky looked at the nightstand next to the closet, admiring the camera that had been resting on it. Picking it up, he pointed at Robin with a grin. Immediately, she stepped forward in protest.

"Careful, if Nami-"

"Wait! You ruined it- I was about to tell you to hold that smile!"

"There isn't any film in her camera anyway. If you don't want to owe her money you don't have, I'd suggest you put it down before you break it." Robin was interrupted by a bright flash, followed by a low-pitched whistle from the camera's flash.

"Come on baby, pose for me!" Franky dropped to one knee, tilting the camera diagonally, adjusting the focus around the lens.

"Quit being silly, would you?" Robin took a step back, folding her arms over her chest, looking away as if her picture was actually being recorded. 'Don't let him catch you blushing again.'

"On this month's issue of The Most Hottest & Wanted- Nico Rrrrrr~obinnnn~!" Franky snapped away, barraging the woman with multiple flashes, from all different angles.

Robin couldn't help but break her serious expression with an embarrassed smile, loosening her arms and putting one hand behind her neck, and the other on her hip.

"Wooooaaah! That's more like it! Come on, more sultry!" As Franky moved closer, Robin unknowingly kept making steps backwards. It was hard for her to be anything but amused, unable to suppress a grin. Moving her hand to her knee, and the other towards her chin, she blew a kiss towards Franky with a wink. Normally it was rare for the enigmatic woman to act a little silly, but she suddenly felt like having fun around the crazy cyborg.

"Robin chw~aaaaaaaan! I love yoooou!" Franky chimed with hearts in his eyes, doing his best Sanji impression. Robin burst out laughing, reduced to holding her knees, breaking the pose. The two laughed together and Franky lowered the camera, watching her tear up with laughter. Robin rubbed her tears with the back of her hand, fighting off the last of her laughs. Still on the floor, Franky formed a toothy grin, raising the camera again.

"I haven't seen such exquisite beauty in so long.... would you allow me to see your panties?" Robin burst out in tears, dropping to her knees on the floor, laughing at Franky's Brook impression. He swelled with pride a little inside, delightfully surprised by how much his jokes effected her; finding the laughter all too infectious as he laughed along with her.

"You're too funny..." Robin giggled, getting out the last of her laughter, rubbing the corners of her eyes with a sigh. "...definitely the funniest one on the ship."

"Oh, well... come on now..." Franky found his face growing red as he nervously rubbed the back of his head, popping his shades down over his face. Robin smiled, re-tallying the score in her head. "The handsomest too, right?" He gave her a thumbs-up.

"Handsomest, maybe..." Still on her knees, Robin leaned forward to crawl closer to the man holding the camera in his lap. "Sexiest, definitely." Robin said seductively, lowering her eyelids to give him a sinful gaze, slowly removing the shades from off his head. Franky wore a stern look, masking just how cornered he felt at the moment, without being able to disguise himself very well. The redness from his cheeks grew to cover his entire face, as he swallowed a hard lump in his throat. Just then, a voice was heard near the door.

"Robiiiiin," Nami's voice sang, "...dinner's ready!"

With her eyes still fixated on Franky's as she wore a satisfied smile, Robin rose to her feet. "Alright, I'll be there in a minute!"

Franky's expression grew a little annoyed as he pulled himself up to his feet after her, using his closeness to Robin's body to tower over her, looking down at the proud woman. He began to speak in a serious tone, almost whispering.

"Nico Robin." Robin kept her eyes on Franky's, enduring a long pause. "I know the score, it's three to one. Don't think for a second that I can't get you back all at once. I can do much worse to you. If you really wanna make this a game... I won't hold back." The black haired woman returned his serious expression with a condescending pout, mocking the tall man above her.

"Neither will I." Robin played with a strand of black hair, playfully biting her lip. Not amused by the power struggle, Franky lowered his head to whisper near her ear.

"I can make you blush so goddamn hard."

Her hand lowered down her neck, lightly dragging her fingertips down the open zipper of her clothing, turning her head to meet Franky's gaze again.

"Ah..." She let a tiny moan escape her throat, her eyes fluttering shut. "Franky... you're making me blush so goddamn hard... ohh..." Mocking his words, she made sure to catch yet another blush on the man's stunned face.

Sanji's distant voice was heard outside the door. "Robin chwaaaaa~n! You're dinner is getting cold!"

Stepping back to look at the frozen cyborg, Robin wore a devilish smile. "I'm cooooommminnng~!" She sang back almost too suggestively. It took a moment for Franky to gather himself. He began to head towards the door, stopping to give the woman one last word before leaving.

"You'll get what's coming to you. Evil woman."

Robin smiled, watching him leave.

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I'll be writing more very soon.
And if anyone can help me find an old fanfic, I'd be very happy. I seems to have been erased from the internet, most likely because this site reformed a couple of years ago and removed all their rated M material. The story involved Nami and Sanji getting into an argument, then later making up when Sanji saves Nami from thugs in town, and they later go on a date. The author wrote beautifully and wrote ZoroxTashigi stories as well, they had a website called "Starry Night" (I think) that went offline too. I'd really like to read the story again.