#miranda x robin top of the lake

[dianneking]

In Her Arms - Queerplatonic Miranda/Robin (Top of the Lake)

This is my entry for @duckprintspress​‘s May Trope Mayhem 2023 Day 1: Queerplatonic Relationship. As soon as I read the prompt/trope, I thought of my favorite underrated pairing, so I hope you enjoy! Crossposted on AO3 - if you prefer reading it there, link is in the title below.

Tags: Spoilers for Top of the lake: China girl season finale, Hospitalization, Gunshot wound (mentioned - not graphic), Coma, Jealousy, Infidelity, Angst, Angst and Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending.

Fandom: Top of the Lake: China Girl - Pairing: Miranda Hilmarson/ Robin Griffin - Wordcount: 1052

In Her Arms 

It's a split second decision: she doesn't stop to think, she doesn't - for once - let the voice of reason convince her that she shouldn't, that coworkers that barely know each other don't simply jump into each other's arms. She just jumps, as instinctually as Miranda has opened her arms, expecting nothing less than for Robin to trust her. 

Surprising even herself, Robin does. 

That's why Robin is now enveloped by Miranda’s strong arms, being held against the blonde's chest and being deposited so very carefully on the warm sand. 

Miranda’s arms linger a little longer than would be normal, and at the same time they leave too soon. It all lasts too little, and yet to Robin it feels like a lifetime. She can still smell Miranda’s delicate soap scent lingering around her, mixing with the saltiness of the seaside air. It is as if Robin has found something in those arms, something she didn't know she had lost. 

"There you go!" comes the cheerful voice from up above her head, and Robin tries to once again focus on her job, on her professionalism, pulling her usual mask back on her face. But as she looks up, she can see a warm understanding in the deep blue eyes above her, and that shakes her even more than the unexpected hug did. 

*

"What is she to you?"

Adrian looks at her accusingly from across Miranda’s hospital bed, pain and regret distorting his face. For a man who's still married to his wife while trying to build a family with Miranda, he sure doesn't make much of an effort to hide the jealousy in his voice, Robin notices. 

Hypocrite. As if he was the only one allowed to care. 

But Miranda wouldn't want her to lash out at him, however much Robin wants to - he was supposed to be the one directing the mission, he was the one supposed to have contingency plans and safety measures in place, he was the one who should have kept Miranda safe - so instead she focuses on his question.

What is she to you? 

Robin thinks of the ease with which Miranda reached over and held her hand while they walked side by side. She thinks of the tears that they have shed together. She thinks of Miranda’s arms around her, holding her, grounding her, keeping her together. She thinks of the special, secret smile that lit up the constable's face when her eyes found Robin's from across the room.

"She's my friend." The word feels wrong in her mouth - to reduce what she had with Miranda to simple friendship feels unfair, especially now - and yet, theirs was not a romantic relationship either, was it? Miranda had Adrian, after all, and Robin...well, Robin didn't need anyone else.

"A friend she'd take a bullet for."

"As I would for her."

"I wish you had." 

Robin's eyes travel along Miranda’s body, looking so uncharacteristically small under the bandages, the tubes and the wires that keep her together - that keep her alive - and finds that his words don't hurt her as he probably wanted them to. 

"I wish I had too."

*

He stops visiting after a while, and Robin is both relieved and angry. Relieved not to meet him anymore - the tense silences in the hospital room wore her out more than the loneliness does - but angry, because how dare he abandon Miranda. Word around the station is that he patched things up with his wife and Robin can't help but think how heartbroken Miranda will be when she wakes up and hears the news. 

Because she's going to wake up. 

Robin squeezes the long, slender hand she's holding, as Miranda used to do with hers when she could feel Robin was upset. 

She's going to wake up and Robin will be there when she does. 

The nurses stop trying to make Robin leave the room when visiting hours end. The people from HR stop asking her how much longer her carer's leave will be. Robin stops counting the days. 

It feels as if her whole world is waiting with bated breath for Miranda to wake up. 

Robin keeps holding her hand, waiting. 

*

"Hey." 

Miranda’s voice is rough and crackly, her lips are chapped and her cheeks are sunken in, and yet her small, tentative, tired smile is the most beautiful work of art Robin could imagine admiring, her voice the sweetest song ever heard. 

She can now admit to herself that a part of her had been terrified to not be able to hear her voice, to see her smile anymore. 

She squeezes that soft hand once again, and this time the long fingers wrap around hers. 

"I had the weirdest dreams." 

And it's such a Miranda thing to say after being in a coma for weeks on end, that Robin can't hold herself back anymore and - carefully, delicately - hugs Miranda around her shoulders, and what starts falling from her lips as a laughter quickly turns into sobs as all of her fear, her sorrow, her guilt finally come out. Miranda’s hands come trembling up - even this small movement is such an effort for her - and land on her back, soothing, comforting.

*

When the doctors clear Miranda to go back home, with strict orders not to tire herself out too much, Robin puts her foot down and convinces her to come stay at her place - only for now, she reasons, until you get your energies back.  Miranda accepts, looking at her with that soft, understanding look that makes Robin stammer and bluster and remind her that it's just because Miranda needs someone to keep her in check otherwise she would overexert herself within five minutes of being home. 

Miranda doesn't say anything, and just smiles down at her, her eyes crinkling up as if they had just shared a secret joke. 

That evening, when she sees Robin bringing her pillow and linens to the couch, she's the one putting her foot down, and telling her not to be ridiculous and just come to bed. She holds her arms open, welcoming, and as Robin curls up against her side, she can't help but think of how perfectly she fits into the blonde's embrace, and she allows herself to simply bask in the happiness that she only finds in Miranda’s arms. 

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[anti-bright-places]

Hiii! Can I request a Miranda Hilmarson x reader where reader is like a famous musician based in Sidney and they start receiving threats or something from someone so the police get involved and while the investigation is going on, Miranda is sort with reader all the time. Just for safety purposes of course (and definitely not because they like being around each other). And one day reader invites Miranda over for dinner to thank her and they kinda get tipsy and confess to each other. Miranda ends up spending the night they just sleep and maybe cuddle but in the morning they’re shy around each other but they eventually kiss. Thank you!

A/N: So I hadn't expected this to turn into a multi chaptered fic, but here we are. i 'm sorry this first part already took so long lol but I hope you like it (and that the next ones are a bit quicker in the making)

Serenade Me - Part 1

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Top of the Lake Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Miranda Hilmarson/Reader Characters: Robin Griffin, Miranda Hilmarson, Original Male Character(s), Female Reader - Character Additional Tags: Background Case, Musicians, Reader-Insert, Death Threats, Getting Together Summary:

Being the No 1 female artist in Australia (and New Zealand, thank you very much) has it's perks, but it's decidedly less fun when things take a turn for the worse and threatening letters start to appear at your doorstep.

Detective Griffin seems to have just enough professionalism to agree to do her job even though it's clear that she can't stand you. Her tall constable partner however, well... that's another story altogether. One you would like to explore further.

tags: @tanith-rhea <3

[dianneking]

I kinda want some Miranda Hilmarson x Robin Griffin fanfiction, is that wrong of me? Their friendship is beautiful and I want it to be sapphic.

Edit 19 Feb: I did write a first one, you can find it here! 

[dianneking]

Hold me (I need to cry)  Miranda Hilmarson /Robin Griffin

Robin realizes her feelings for the tall, blonde constable, and promptly falls apart in her arms. A short fic filled with feelings, and a bit of hurt/comfort. The sapphic hug scene that we were waiting for.

AO3 link is here

(PS. gif not mine, not sure why it says so. If you know the creator please tell me so I can tag them)

Hold me (I need to cry)

“Hey, we’ll find your baby, okay? I…am a detective. But I’m also a super… detective. Okay?” Robin could feel that she was drunk in the way her own words slurred in her mouth, and in the way her mouth quirked up in a crooked grin without her even meaning to.

“I know.”

“I will find her.” She would do anything within her power to never hear Mirada’s gut-wrenching sobs again. If she had to go the other side of the world in search of her surrogate mother, she would. Even in her inebriated state, Robin was absolutely certain of it. Whatever Miranda wanted, she would do her best to make it possible. No matter the law, no matter the consequences.

“Thank you.” There was so much earnestness in Miranda’s voice that it made Robin’s heart stutter. “You have a really good heart and I’m sorry for what I’ve said,” the blonde pressed on, her eyes never leaving Robin’s face. Robin awkwardly shrugged, shaking her head, unsure how to respond to that.

Because if Miranda’s words from before had wounded her deeply, it had just been because she had let them do so. Because for all of her trying to keep people at arm’s length, for all of her defense mechanisms to prevent people from getting too attached, and herself from getting too attached to them in turn, it seemed that Robin had failed completely at her task. She saw that now, as clear as daylight, and couldn’t believe she had managed to lie to herself until now. Not only she cared for Miranda as a friend, but she had also utterly fallen in love with her.

There was something about the way the blonde was so unashamedly herself, a total hot mess of feelings, of clumsiness and of honesty that had effortlessly punched a hole through all of the armor that Robin had stacked around her bruised heart. Miranda had waltzed in, and taken residence there as if she had always been there. And Robin hadn’t really realized until now. Until they had fought and made up. Until Miranda had broken down and shared her deepest secrets, even more clandestine than her relationship with her already married boss. Miranda had trusted her with her burdens, and all Robin could think about was that she was in love with someone she could never hope to have. That this new, fluttering feeling was destined to be crushed without ever seeing the light of day. Like Cinnamon’s baby boy.

Suddenly it became too much for Robin, and she felt the tears running down her cheeks before she could do anything to try and stop them. It was not fair. She felt a soft “Oh” escaping Miranda’s lips, and she tried to awkwardly shuffle away, muttering an “Excuse me,” but before she could attempt to flee, “Oh no,” Miranda said, in that soft voice again, and suddenly Robin was enveloped in the warmest embrace she could imagine, “No, you can howl if you want to,” came the voice from above her, around her, every place at once, as she broke down completely, hiding her face in the other woman’s neck, breathing in her scent, as Miranda rocked her like a baby, rubbing her hands all over her back and cooing comforting sounds in her ear. As close as she could ever be, and at the same time, so unattainable.

Robin allowed herself to be held, her hands trapped uselessly against her own body, sobbing at the unfairness of it all for what felt like whole days. Mourning the fact that the cause for the heartache were those same hands that rubbed her back, and those legs against which her knees pushed, and that caring woman that had unwittingly stolen her heart.

And then her sobs quietened down, and although the tears were still coming, she suddenly felt that maybe the pain of being held by the woman she loved and could never have was bigger than the pain of crying alone. So she detached herself from the embrace, and muttered a “Excuse me, I’m sorry” keeping her eyes firmly on the tip of her knees. If she was met again with those earnest blue eyes, she didn’t think she could keep all of her feelings hidden. Not right now, when the realization was fresh and terrible and all-consuming.

Miranda’s hands didn’t leave her, one staying on her shoulder, warm and comforting, and the other moving to tuck a hair strand behind Robin’s ear. For a second only Robin’s labored breathing filled the silence of the room, before Miranda murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper, “No,” as her long fingers traveled to Robin’s cheekbones, wiping off all the tears, their touch soft and caring as the woman herself, “don’t ever be sorry for what you feel.”

And it was so raw, so honest, and so in tune with what was going on through Robin’s heart and brain at this time, that she couldn’t resist: against her better judgement she allowed her eyes to meet Miranda’s beautiful ones. It felt like the other woman was staring deep into her soul, the intensity of her gaze an unparalleled one and Robin felt exposed as she had never felt before. It felt like Miranda could simply read everything Robin had ever felt in her life, for anyone. Including her. And that scared Robin as few things could nowadays. She had just found her as a friend, she didn’t want her own traitorous heart to make her run away.

“M-miranda…” It was a plea, a request for forgiveness, a justification, and nothing of that at the same time. Robin had no time to think about how to word whatever she wanted to say next, because all of a sudden both of Miranda’s hands were cupping her cheeks and the blonde’s lips were crashing on her own.

It was a desperate kiss, their lips mapping each other before opening up, and letting their tongues meet in a battle for dominance. Robin’s hands came up to tangle in Miranda’s short bob, as the taller woman pulled her flush against her body, Robin now straddling her hips and pressing against her, as they explored each other’s mouths, tilting their heads so as not to bump their noses together, deepening the kiss, and then lightening it to lightly touches of lips against each other, before it became a heated duel all over again, as unrelenting as the alternation of ebb and flow on the shores of the sea.

And in all that time Robin’s brain was blissfully silent.

But her heart.

Her heart was singing.

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[dianneking]

Fanfiction Masterlist

Mainly in the Gwendoline Christie fandom & adjacent. 

 Requests are open, but I am slow at writing, so it might take a while to get to it.

You can also find most of my fics on my AO3 profile, DragonMist.

Ongoing weekly writing challenge masterpost.

Collections: 10 Days of Gwen Goodbyes  (100-word angsty drabbles with Gwendoline Christie’s main characters)

(Wednesday fandom) ------------

Larissa/Reader

- Entwined Destinies - Oneshot, gn! Reader is an empath and a teacher |Tumblr  Also on  AO3

- Intoxicated - Two-shot, gn! Reader is a vampire and a teacher. Drunkennes, angst and drama |Part 1 - Part 2  Also on  AO3

- Dangerous Games - Oneshot, gn!Reader is not jealous. Larissa tries to prove them wrong. Angst. | On Tumblr and AO3

- Nightmares - Fluff & Comfort fic, established relationship | also on AO3

-  She - Songfic based on Dodie's song, angst, larissa x Librarian!Reader - also on AO3

- I wish I knew (you wanted me) - Oneshot, mutual pining. Larissa announces her engagement, Reader thinks something’s off| also on AO3

-Loving You (Amandoti) - Sad! Angst, hurt no comfort. Songfic.  Larissa’s wife waits for her on their anniversary, but Larissa won’t come home | also on AO3 

-Breaking the Silence - Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort. R! wants answers. | also on AO3 

- The Affair - Morally Ambiguous Larissa x Teacher Reader. Multichapter. | Also on AO3

Larissa/Marilyn|Laurel

- Surprising Like Good Coffee On A Bad Day- Longfic (30k+ words), coffee-shop AU, slow burn, COMPLETE! | Only on AO3

-Jealousy (I Could Be A Better Boyfriend Than Him) One-Shot, Angst, Jealous!Larissa |  also on AO3

- SOS One-Shot, Fluff, Flustered Larissa| also on AO3 

- All in her head One-shot Post-canon Fix-it. Laurel is visited in the hospital by Larissa | also on AO3. 

- The Disease - Hanahaki trope with not-really-unrequited love b/t Laurel and Larissa | also on AO3. 

Morticia/Larissa

- Shapes of Love - Longfic AU (SW!Larissa x RichWidow!Morticia), COMPLETED | Only on AO3 

 Marilyn/Reader/Larissa 

- Between Them (There is no Space)- Two-shot, angst and feels. | Tumblr Part I Part II Also on AO3

Marilyn/Reader

- Secret Admirer - Oneshot, Ungendered Reader, Angst, jealous Marilyn and protective parental figure Larissa. From an anon request | also on AO3 

- In Sickness - Minishot, slice of life. Marilyn takes care of sick SO reader | On Tumblr only.

- Running yourself to the ground - Oneshot, Hurt/comfort, Platonic. TW: Self harm | On Tumblr only.

- Spa Night - Oneshot, Fluff | On Tumblr

 Larissa/Morticia/Gomez

- First Evening Back - Oneshot, short fic, angsty polyamory negotiations, feels. | Only on AO3

- Larissa’s Gloomy Summer - Multichapter fic. 19k words| Polyamory negotiations, quirky with feelings. | COMPLETED | on AO3 only. 

Brienne of Tarth/ Reader (Game of Thrones) 

- Unrelenting Love - Songfic to Madeline by Kiki Rockwell, Epic Love | also on AO3 

- It’s not too late if we’re alive - WWII AU oneshot where Brienne is an officer, R is a nurse,,and they are former lovers | also on AO3 

-On The Seashore - Queerplatonic Prompt Fic - Brienne and R are adventurers together and there’s talk of settling down | also on AO3

- The Bet - Bookshop AU - Fluff and Angst with a happy ending | also on AO3

 Miranda Hilmarson (Top of the Lake: China Girl) 

- Hold me (I need to cry) - Robin Griffin x Miranda Hilmarson. Robin realizes her feelings for Miranda and breaks down into her arms | also on AO3 

- The Set-Up - Miranda x Reader | Mutual pining, idiots in love | also on  AO3

- In Her Arms - Robin x Miranda. Prompt: Queerplatonic Relationship. Angst and Fluff. | also on AO3 

Captain Phasma x Reader  (Star Wars)

- -Curiosity killed the cat - ...and satisfaction brought her back | two-shot NSFW smut | Only on Tumblr

- Daddy's girl | NSFW smut, sugar daddy Phasma | also on Ao3

Lucifer Morningstar (The Sandman) 

- Stranger in the Park | Lucifer x Reader post-breakup hurt/comfort fic| on AO3 

Rare Pairings & No Pairings

- Paradise - Larissa Weems/Valerie Kinbott - Fluffy angst - Valerie finds Larissa dancing in her office | also on AO3 

- Unscrupolous - Laurel Gates/ Sheriff Galpin - Darkfic, Emotional Manipulation. | only on AO3

- Time, and other hazy concepts - adult Wednesday / Larissa Weems | Weird, stream of consciousness fic | also on AO3 

- The Painter (Larissa Weems Snippet) - super short ficlet focused on Larissa’s past as a model for a painter. TW: Drug use mentions, off-screen death.| Only on Tumblr.

- New Teacher in Town (Larissa Weems x Melissa Schemmenti) | Crossover Wednesday/Abbott Elementary. | Mel is the new hire in Nevermore. Larissa has some issues with it.| also on  AO3

- Happy Birthday, Blondie! (Larissa x Melissa)  | Crossover Wednesday/Abbott Elementary. | Also on AO3

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