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A/N: Hello, everyone. This is a section of Fanfiction.net that I am not known in at all, since I mainly do anime, and I'm currently in the works of one for Pirates of the Caribbean. However, I'm hoping that after this, you will know me and will tell your friends about my story. Until then *cracks knuckles* we need to get down to business. So, without further ado, I give you my Teen Titans fanfic: Make You Love Me, which includes a Starfire/ Robin pairing. Hope you like it!
Chapter One
The darkness crept over the city, spreading silence along the streets, giving a mystic air to the town. All was quiet that night, giving off a foreboding feeling to anyone who entered, and gave chills to even the local thugs. No one spoke, no baby cried, not even a single car was on the road. All was quiet.
Except for here.
"WHERE IS THE STUPID REMOTE?!"
The place: Titan Tower [A/N: can't remember if that's the name, but oh, well]. Violence was heavy in the air in this tall tower as. well, the usual happened.
"Dang it, Beastboy, where'd you put it?!" called Cyborg as he frantically searched for the remote to the blessed TV.
"How should I know? You had it last!" complained the annoyed Beastboy.
"I did not!"
"You did, too!"
"Did not!"
"Did, too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Are you two searching for this device?" Starfire interrupted, holding up the remote in her hands and showing it to them.
"The remote!" Beastboy and Cyborg cried, lunging at the remote. Starfire leapt out of the way with a startled cry, dropping the remote to the floor right before the two guys jumped on top of it. A cloud of dust enveloped the two guys as they started wrestling for the remote. Starfire flew to safety, watching with wide eyes as the guys kept yelling at each other and fighting for the TV remote.
She stood behind the counter in the kitchen, sighing in relief as the battle slowly ended, the victor being Cyborg. She leaned against the counter, a sweat drop appearing at the side of her head.
"I do not understand why it is so vital to achieve the remote control of the television," she sighed as Robin approached, having finally finished the dishes. He stood next to her and looked at Beastboy and Cyborg with a smirk as the winner rubbed it in the loser's face.
"I guess you could call it a need for control," Robin said. "Either that, or they just like fighting."
"I do not see how fighting can be fun," Starfire said with curiosity, looking at Robin.
Robin let out a laugh and said, "It's not real fighting, Star. They're just playing around."
This left Starfire even more confused, but she didn't ask any more questions, knowing that it would be pointless. So, she sat in silence, her eyes dropping from Robin's face to the floor. With nothing left to say, she started feeling uncomfortable. It was that feeling again. Her stomach was acting strange, and she began to grow warm. Her hands grew sweaty, but she didn't want to go away. For some reason, she liked this odd feeling.
"Star?" Robin asked, snapping her attention to him.
"Yes, Robin?" she answered, starting to become even more nervous. Did he know?
"Are you okay?" he asked. Concern was in his voice, and it made her heart start racing. She just wished for a moment that he would take off his mask so that she could see if the concern was also in his eyes. Her eyes traveled along his features, down the cheekbones, down the jaw, and she stopped at the lips.
"Star?"
She jumped, startled out of her world of silence and mystery and fantasy, her eyes jumping back to his. She soon dropped them to the ground, feeling her face grow hot like a fire.
"Uh, yes. Yes, I am fine," she lied. "I feel very warm, however. I suppose I must go and lie down."
Before she could say anything else, she felt a hand on her head. Startled, she looked up at Robin, who was now standing very near her indeed. He had removed his glove and placed his bare hand on the flesh of her forehead, which did not improve matters at all.
"You do feel warm," he said gently. "Do you need anything?"
"No!" she said, quickly jumping back away from the feel of Robin's bare hand on her skin. Oh, this was not going well at all! "I. I mean, no thank you, Robin. I believe I will return to my room where I shall sleep. I will return and be well tomorrow morning."
With that, she quickly flew out of the kitchen and towards the hallway that lead to her room. She glanced over her shoulder at Robin, and in that instant he saw fear in her eyes.
.Right before she smacked head-on into the wall. He winced as she fell to the ground, shook her senses back, blushed furiously, and flew to her room. Perplexed, Robin stared at the space where she used to be, wondering what had happened. Soon, he heard a slam of a door and what seemed to be cursing in another language. He looked down at his bare hand, remembering the feel of her skin. He rubbed his fingers together and furrowed his brow, suddenly feeling a bit warm.
He then put his glove back on, still confused about what had just happened, and walked to the living room. He sat in a chair, staring blankly at the television screen, which was flashing lights and emitting sounds of explosions. But Robin was not focused on it.
"What's going on?" he asked quietly, furrowing his brow.
"You wanna know what's going on?" Beastboy huffed. "I'm missing my show on Animal Planet, that's what's going on!"
"Not that, you idiot," Robin snapped. "I mean with Starfire."
Suddenly, both Beastboy and Cyborg were interested. "What do you mean?" Cyborg asked. "What happened?"
"Well, all I did was walk up to her and start talking to her, and she got all freaked out and jumpy," Robin said, his brow furrowing more. "Then she went all quiet and everything, her eyes not focusing, but she seemed to be staring at me. She was really warm, too. I think she might have a fever or something."
Cyborg and Beastboy stared at him a while, blinked, looked at each other, and burst out laughing. This made Robin even more confused and even more upset.
"What are you two laughing about?" he shouted, standing up. "I see nothing funny about it! Come on! What are you laughing about?"
"You!" Beastboy forced out in the middle of his laughter.
"What? What did I do?" Robin asked.
"Nothing!" Cyborg said, tears of laughter coming out of his eye. "It's just that you're completely clueless!"
Robin looked from Cyborg to Beastboy, feeling completely lost. And it was not a good feeling. "What is going on???"
"Not that I know much about feelings," Raven said monotonously from the doorway that led to her section of the tower, "but I think I'm more in tune to what Starfire is feeling than you are."
"If all of you know, then why don't you just say it?" Robin asked irritatedly.
Raven shook her head slowly. "It's not our place to pry. You guys should figure this out on your own."
"I don't know what she's talking about," Beastboy said with a grin, "but I do know that Starfire's in l-"
Before Beastboy could finish, Cyborg hit him upside the head to shut him up. Unfortunately, he hit him with his metal hand and it hit kind of hard, knocking the green guy into Lala Land.
"Oops," Cyborg said as Beastboy fell to the ground with a large bump forming on his head. "Guess that shut him up, though."
But Robin wasn't happy at all. The only person who would tell him what was wrong with Starfire was now out cold. Frustrated, he threw his hands in the air, and shouted behind him as he stormed toward his sector of the tower, "That's it! I'm going to my room! Maybe thinking about Slate will make me calm down and stop wanting to hurt the lot of you."
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Starfire sat in the corner of her room, clutching a pillow to her stomach. For some reason, now she felt afraid of Robin. She kept thinking that at any moment he'd come to her room and that terrible feeling would return; that feeling in the pit of her stomach that felt like she was being twisted up in knots and being turned inside out.
"W-what is happening to me?" she asked herself quietly, suddenly feeling a tear coming to her eye. "What is wrong with me? What is this feeling?"
She remembered the way Robin looked so concerned for her earlier. She thought back to how he looked, and how she wished so many things at once: all of them having to do with Robin and her. She could still feel his hand on her forehead, his touch so gentle and warm. It made heat fly to her cheeks immediately.
"Perhaps I am allergic to Robin?" she said to herself, pondering the possibilities. She soon dismissed the thought, knowing that it was probably impossible. No one got allergic to reactions from thinking about something... did they?
"No, I do not think that allergies are my problem right now," Starfire said, sinking in hopelessness. She thought about it, knowing that she had never felt this way before. Why is it that when she was with Robin she'd get all uncomfortable and sick, but she never wanted to leave?
"Love," she said silently. "Mother told me about it once. Is that what I'm feeling?" She sighed, wiping a tear from her face. She set her pillow on her bed, and then lay down for the night. She placed her feet on her pillows and stared up at the ceiling with her hands at her sides until she finally drifted to sleep. These Earth beds were strange.
(^)(^)(^)(^)(^)(^)(^)(^)(^)(^)(^) A/N: How's that for a starter, eh? Well, tell me, kay? You see that button on the bottom left-hand corner? USE IT!!! That's right. I don't care if you're just visiting this site or if you actually are a member, but just please review!
A/N: Hello, everyone. This is a section of Fanfiction.net that I am not known in at all, since I mainly do anime, and I'm currently in the works of one for Pirates of the Caribbean. However, I'm hoping that after this, you will know me and will tell your friends about my story. Until then *cracks knuckles* we need to get down to business. So, without further ado, I give you my Teen Titans fanfic: Make You Love Me, which includes a Starfire/ Robin pairing. Hope you like it!
Chapter One
The darkness crept over the city, spreading silence along the streets, giving a mystic air to the town. All was quiet that night, giving off a foreboding feeling to anyone who entered, and gave chills to even the local thugs. No one spoke, no baby cried, not even a single car was on the road. All was quiet.
Except for here.
"WHERE IS THE STUPID REMOTE?!"
The place: Titan Tower [A/N: can't remember if that's the name, but oh, well]. Violence was heavy in the air in this tall tower as. well, the usual happened.
"Dang it, Beastboy, where'd you put it?!" called Cyborg as he frantically searched for the remote to the blessed TV.
"How should I know? You had it last!" complained the annoyed Beastboy.
"I did not!"
"You did, too!"
"Did not!"
"Did, too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Are you two searching for this device?" Starfire interrupted, holding up the remote in her hands and showing it to them.
"The remote!" Beastboy and Cyborg cried, lunging at the remote. Starfire leapt out of the way with a startled cry, dropping the remote to the floor right before the two guys jumped on top of it. A cloud of dust enveloped the two guys as they started wrestling for the remote. Starfire flew to safety, watching with wide eyes as the guys kept yelling at each other and fighting for the TV remote.
She stood behind the counter in the kitchen, sighing in relief as the battle slowly ended, the victor being Cyborg. She leaned against the counter, a sweat drop appearing at the side of her head.
"I do not understand why it is so vital to achieve the remote control of the television," she sighed as Robin approached, having finally finished the dishes. He stood next to her and looked at Beastboy and Cyborg with a smirk as the winner rubbed it in the loser's face.
"I guess you could call it a need for control," Robin said. "Either that, or they just like fighting."
"I do not see how fighting can be fun," Starfire said with curiosity, looking at Robin.
Robin let out a laugh and said, "It's not real fighting, Star. They're just playing around."
This left Starfire even more confused, but she didn't ask any more questions, knowing that it would be pointless. So, she sat in silence, her eyes dropping from Robin's face to the floor. With nothing left to say, she started feeling uncomfortable. It was that feeling again. Her stomach was acting strange, and she began to grow warm. Her hands grew sweaty, but she didn't want to go away. For some reason, she liked this odd feeling.
"Star?" Robin asked, snapping her attention to him.
"Yes, Robin?" she answered, starting to become even more nervous. Did he know?
"Are you okay?" he asked. Concern was in his voice, and it made her heart start racing. She just wished for a moment that he would take off his mask so that she could see if the concern was also in his eyes. Her eyes traveled along his features, down the cheekbones, down the jaw, and she stopped at the lips.
"Star?"
She jumped, startled out of her world of silence and mystery and fantasy, her eyes jumping back to his. She soon dropped them to the ground, feeling her face grow hot like a fire.
"Uh, yes. Yes, I am fine," she lied. "I feel very warm, however. I suppose I must go and lie down."
Before she could say anything else, she felt a hand on her head. Startled, she looked up at Robin, who was now standing very near her indeed. He had removed his glove and placed his bare hand on the flesh of her forehead, which did not improve matters at all.
"You do feel warm," he said gently. "Do you need anything?"
"No!" she said, quickly jumping back away from the feel of Robin's bare hand on her skin. Oh, this was not going well at all! "I. I mean, no thank you, Robin. I believe I will return to my room where I shall sleep. I will return and be well tomorrow morning."
With that, she quickly flew out of the kitchen and towards the hallway that lead to her room. She glanced over her shoulder at Robin, and in that instant he saw fear in her eyes.
.Right before she smacked head-on into the wall. He winced as she fell to the ground, shook her senses back, blushed furiously, and flew to her room. Perplexed, Robin stared at the space where she used to be, wondering what had happened. Soon, he heard a slam of a door and what seemed to be cursing in another language. He looked down at his bare hand, remembering the feel of her skin. He rubbed his fingers together and furrowed his brow, suddenly feeling a bit warm.
He then put his glove back on, still confused about what had just happened, and walked to the living room. He sat in a chair, staring blankly at the television screen, which was flashing lights and emitting sounds of explosions. But Robin was not focused on it.
"What's going on?" he asked quietly, furrowing his brow.
"You wanna know what's going on?" Beastboy huffed. "I'm missing my show on Animal Planet, that's what's going on!"
"Not that, you idiot," Robin snapped. "I mean with Starfire."
Suddenly, both Beastboy and Cyborg were interested. "What do you mean?" Cyborg asked. "What happened?"
"Well, all I did was walk up to her and start talking to her, and she got all freaked out and jumpy," Robin said, his brow furrowing more. "Then she went all quiet and everything, her eyes not focusing, but she seemed to be staring at me. She was really warm, too. I think she might have a fever or something."
Cyborg and Beastboy stared at him a while, blinked, looked at each other, and burst out laughing. This made Robin even more confused and even more upset.
"What are you two laughing about?" he shouted, standing up. "I see nothing funny about it! Come on! What are you laughing about?"
"You!" Beastboy forced out in the middle of his laughter.
"What? What did I do?" Robin asked.
"Nothing!" Cyborg said, tears of laughter coming out of his eye. "It's just that you're completely clueless!"
Robin looked from Cyborg to Beastboy, feeling completely lost. And it was not a good feeling. "What is going on???"
"Not that I know much about feelings," Raven said monotonously from the doorway that led to her section of the tower, "but I think I'm more in tune to what Starfire is feeling than you are."
"If all of you know, then why don't you just say it?" Robin asked irritatedly.
Raven shook her head slowly. "It's not our place to pry. You guys should figure this out on your own."
"I don't know what she's talking about," Beastboy said with a grin, "but I do know that Starfire's in l-"
Before Beastboy could finish, Cyborg hit him upside the head to shut him up. Unfortunately, he hit him with his metal hand and it hit kind of hard, knocking the green guy into Lala Land.
"Oops," Cyborg said as Beastboy fell to the ground with a large bump forming on his head. "Guess that shut him up, though."
But Robin wasn't happy at all. The only person who would tell him what was wrong with Starfire was now out cold. Frustrated, he threw his hands in the air, and shouted behind him as he stormed toward his sector of the tower, "That's it! I'm going to my room! Maybe thinking about Slate will make me calm down and stop wanting to hurt the lot of you."
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Starfire sat in the corner of her room, clutching a pillow to her stomach. For some reason, now she felt afraid of Robin. She kept thinking that at any moment he'd come to her room and that terrible feeling would return; that feeling in the pit of her stomach that felt like she was being twisted up in knots and being turned inside out.
"W-what is happening to me?" she asked herself quietly, suddenly feeling a tear coming to her eye. "What is wrong with me? What is this feeling?"
She remembered the way Robin looked so concerned for her earlier. She thought back to how he looked, and how she wished so many things at once: all of them having to do with Robin and her. She could still feel his hand on her forehead, his touch so gentle and warm. It made heat fly to her cheeks immediately.
"Perhaps I am allergic to Robin?" she said to herself, pondering the possibilities. She soon dismissed the thought, knowing that it was probably impossible. No one got allergic to reactions from thinking about something... did they?
"No, I do not think that allergies are my problem right now," Starfire said, sinking in hopelessness. She thought about it, knowing that she had never felt this way before. Why is it that when she was with Robin she'd get all uncomfortable and sick, but she never wanted to leave?
"Love," she said silently. "Mother told me about it once. Is that what I'm feeling?" She sighed, wiping a tear from her face. She set her pillow on her bed, and then lay down for the night. She placed her feet on her pillows and stared up at the ceiling with her hands at her sides until she finally drifted to sleep. These Earth beds were strange.
(^)(^)(^)(^)(^)(^)(^)(^)(^)(^)(^) A/N: How's that for a starter, eh? Well, tell me, kay? You see that button on the bottom left-hand corner? USE IT!!! That's right. I don't care if you're just visiting this site or if you actually are a member, but just please review!