So recently I've accidentally got obsessed with Pokemon again and finally finished ZA... and when I tell you I am OBSESSED with Corbeau.
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Ship: Corbeau x Reader(no use of Y/N for reader)
CW: None! Tooth rotting fluff
Summary: You send Corbeau a silly text while he's busy working, fluff ensues
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The sun was beginning to set through the windows of the Rust Syndicate office and Corbeau was sat typing away on his laptop. Suddenly the quiet clatter of his fingers against the keyboard was interrupted by a notification from his Rotom phone. He huffed and looked over at his phone and it floated up and hovered by his face. His mood shifted when he saw it was a message from you.
“The bug likes me better >:)” Along with a photo of you laying on the couch with Corbeau’s scolipede laying on your chest.
He chuckled quietly and typed out a quick response “The bug likes whoever is currently giving him attention better.”
His phone dinged again with a new message from you, “no. Me better”
Corbeau smiled and shook his head and waved his phone away. It landed back on his desk as he turned back to his laptop. He tried to continue his work, but he couldn't focus. The image of you all cozy upstairs without him pulled his mind away. He glanced up at the elevator across the room from him, and then back down at his work. Decision made he closed his laptop and placed it in his bag. He headed to the elevator and pressed the button for the apartment on the top floor.
Upstairs you were half asleep on the couch, one hand scrolling on your phone, the other gently stroking scolipede’s head. You jumped slightly when you heard the elevator ding. Corbeau steps through and scolipede hops off you quite aggressively and runs up to his trainer.
“Oof“ you said, clutching your chest.
“What was this about my Pokémon liking you more than me?” Corbeau said, stroking his excited Pokémon’s face.
Your face morphed into a pout, “traitor.” You said glaring at Scolipede.
“You come home just to prove my text wrong?” You raised an eyebrow.
Corbeau shook his head and slowly walked over to the couch and gently lifted you into his arms. One arm underneath your knees the other under your back. You gasped and clutched your arms around his neck. You always forgot how strong Corbeau was despite his size, a sleeper build if you will.
“I couldn't focus knowing you were up here all cozy without me.” Corbeau laid down on the couch, you still in his arms.
“Jealous of your scolipede?” You said a cheeky smirk on your lips as you nuzzled into his chest.
He shook his head and you felt his fingers begin to run through your hair, “maybe a little.”
“You know you're far more cozy than scolipede.” You mumbled your voice muffled by his jacket.
“You cuddle back.” You said and Corbeau laughed, and you couldn’t help but feel glad you sent that text.
