@reypire/@reypireart âs writing blog 19 he/they/it Asks open for requests!! (SFW or NSFW) Corbeau selfshipper (sharing! letâs pass that man around like a blunt guys) Also on AO3 with the same user :3
Would you ever write about an alternate universe where pokemon people hybrid fusions are possible (while rare)? I have an au for my trainer oc where he was experimented on and used with a luxray. Its kinda a werebeast situation so he can go incognito about it until exposed to massive amounts of infinity or mega energy, even galar particles can trigger transformations.
Oooo that is super interesting!! And not entirely out of my wheelhouse either because I have a lot of nonhuman or semi human original characters that I write about for my own enjoyment
Iâd definitely consider it if inspiration strikes!! Your AU sounds super cool!!!
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On the rare occasions you have to get up before Corbeau, he rolls over into the warmth youâve left in the bed. He rests his head on your pillow and breathes you in; itâs not as good as actually cuddling you, but itâs comforting nonetheless. The way your shampoo lingers on the pillowcase, the slowly fading body heat, as if your arms were wrapped around him, both a reminder of your presence. Physical proof that, at the end of the day, youâll both be in this bed again, where he can truly breathe you in, not just your lingering scent on the sheets.
Corbeau finding the cocky or playful, unseruous nature of the player (pinch of salt i know that's not portrayed in game its my hc) irritating at first but grows to find it endearing and even looking forward to their nonsense
Whew. This got a lot longer than I intended
I also was sick + had really bad writers block midway through so I hope it doesnât show in the writing but! Enjoy!
Irritant
Corbeau x gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns used a couple of times)
In which you work off Urbainâs debt and catch the eye of a very irritated mob boss.
From the moment you waltzed into his office with your shoulders held high, airy laughter echoing in the usually stoic halls, Corbeau knew you were going to be a problem.
You had no business walking into this carefully curated environment, made to be intimidating, and being as cheerful as you were. And yet, here you sat on his fancy leather couch, like a goddamn teenager trying to get a rise out of their classmates. Your laughter made your overly anxious friend, Lida, tense her shoulders.
He tried to keep the irritation out of his voice, he really did, but the way you pushed back on every question, the way you raised your eyebrows smugly at the idea that youâd work off the debt, even the way you checked your nails while he spoke, it made him grit his teeth.
âIs this punk trying to test my patience?â He whisper-shouted to Philippe, who shrugged, looking almost undetectably amused.
âWhy, is it working?â You laughed, the sound filling the wide open office.
Lida looked at you in disbelief, âdonât back talk him! Youâre gonna end up in the saison canal!â She tried to whisper, but her voice peaked with the nerves.
Corbeau waved that off.
âNo, no, let your little friend speak,â
Lida bit the inside of her cheek, looking at you with wide eyes that said âdonât push itâ
âLittle friend?â You scoffed, âIâm taller than you, for starters, so I donât know who youâre calling little.â
Lida put her face in her hands, groaning.
âAnd second? Leave Lida the hell alone, she didnât do anything to deserve being saddled with this, neither did I, frankly, but sheâs like barely out of high school, at least Iâm closer to your age.â
Corbeau raised an eyebrow, âwell, if you insist,â he nodded to Philippe, âwalk Miss Lida out and get her a cab, this debt is being settled between me and our hilarious guest now.â
âYes, boss.â
Lida shook her head, âI-I canât leave you here alone with him,â she motioned her head not so subtly.
âGo, Lida. Itâll be fine, Iâll be fine, Iâve dealt with worse,â you insisted, âgo tell Naveen whatâs going on, and try to get a hold of Urbain, Iâve got some choice words for him too.â
Hesitantly, she rose, giving you one last look of worry before following Philippe out of the building.
-
âYou have no idea who youâre messing with, do you?â Corbeau smiled, a tension behind it.
âWho I seem to be messing with is a loan shark who ropes teenagers into crushing debt for fun,â you crossed your arms, âwhat I canât fathom is why? Why Urbain?â
âHe approached me. Iâm not one to turn down someone who needs help. Now, youâre asking me questions like you hold the power here, howâŠcute.â
You rolled your eyes, standing up, âIâm willing to talk about the debt, but Iâm not playing cat and mouse with you, which, if you truly insist, youâre much more mouse sized than I am.â
âFeisty, huh? So much attitude, yet youâve hardly heard me out.â
âThatâs it. Have fun dealing with Urbain.â
You turned to leave, hearing the door of the elevator make a loud click.
âYou think Iâm just gonna let you walk?â
âWell I figure this place isnât operating fully legally, but surely you wouldnât kidnap someone when thereâs eyewitness evidence to their last location, being your office.â
âSit.â
âWoof woof,â you mocked, sitting dramatically.
âNow hereâs what Iâm offering,â he folded his hands, regaining some composure, ânothing too hard, I just want you to take care of some little jobs here and there for us. Small things, things that benefit the city. You do well, and I'll start reducing the interest that your friend owes to us.â
âMight be good for business, things have been slow,â you smirked.
âLook. Youâre getting a much better deal here than most people, you know that, right?â
âThatâs what every shady businessman says.â
âFor fucks sakeâdo we have a deal or not?â He held a hand out expectantly.
You thought for a moment. About the hotel. About your friends, friends youâd grown to want to protect. And poor AZ, all that noise would really dampen his mood. Sighing, you reached out and gave a half assed handshake.
âWhen do I start, oh dear boss?â You rolled your eyes.
âTomorrow. Iâll call.â
You gave him a salute, mockingly of course, then walked for the elevator.
He held the key fob in his hand.
âOh, and one more thing? Bring a better attitude to your jobs than you did to this meeting. Weâve got a reputation to uphold.â
âAh, yes, scamming teenagers is a real admirable reputation.â
âI didnât scam him, he read the contract.â
âLook at the kid, you knew he wasnât gonna be able to pay.â
âI donât see how thatâs my problem.â
-
Sitting in the office after you left, Corbeau had his hands in his hair, sighing a stressed breath, âthese fucking touristsâŠâ
Philippe nodded along.
âLike, seriously, who does this punk think they are?â
âMay I speak freely, boss?â Philippe struggled not to let a smile crack onto his face.
Corbeau quirked a brow, curious, and relented.
âOf course.â
âThis attitudeâŠIt sorta reminds me of you, back then, before we realized we had more in common than we thought.â
âAnd that implies what? You think I have anything in common with that brat? Because I guarantee I do not.â
âIâm not necessarily saying that, but give them a chance, and maybe youâll find some common ground.â
âHello, hello. You must be back at the hotel by now?â His voice sounded smug.
âThis better be important, I just got back from a big task and I am not in the mood.â
âEh, letâs cut the act, I know you did. We are always watching. I assume youâre smart enough to understand what that means, yes? Iâve got your first job. Regardless of importance, you shook on it, my friend.â
You could hear the expression on his face, and normally you might find it laughable how high and mighty he was acting, but not right now. Not when you were this tired.
âYouâre an asshole,â you grumbled, grabbing your satchel and angrily standing up, shoes stomping against the floor loud enough to startle your nearby ace.
âOh, Iâm wounded,â he sighed dramatically, before clicking his tongue and continuing âanyway, weâve got a small bunch of troublemakers holed up in one of the old buildings in the Bleu District. I need you to teach them a lesson.â
âWhy not do that yourself, tough guy? Scared to ruffle up your hair?â
You could practically hear the veins in his forehead bulge at that, but he didnât let it slip into his voice.
âIâd do it, but if the Rust Syndicate takes direct action, it could draw a bit too much attention. Thatâs why Iâd like you to handle this for us. Just think of it as doing the city a service.â
âI suppose my height might make me a little more intimidating,â you snarked, clipping your satchel to your belt.
âThink whatever helps you do the job. Go on now, donât let me keep you. Good luck!â
And with that, he hung up.
-
As it turned out, the âtroublemakersâ were some gengar and a gastly, which you made quick work of. You stood back without looking, bumping into Corbeau, whoâd come to check on you.
Catching you before you fell and righting you with a strangely efficient movement, he chuckled.
âPretty impressive! Of course, minus the trust fall.â
âNothing better to do, huh?â You scoffed, stepping away from him, a feeling you couldnât place twisted in your stomach.
âI was just stopping by to make sure you handled the job properly.â He shrugged.
âDidnât expect such an easy job from the big bad boss man.â
"Looks like you didn't take care of every last troublemaker, did you? Now that's sloppy work...â Corbeau raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the shortcoming. At least now he wasnât averting your eyes.
âYeah, yeah, Iâll deal with it,â you rolled your eyes.
The young man stopped you, âactually, hang on, I feel bad chasing it out of its home...â
âI'll look after it and see how things go. Iâm sure we can live together, at least for nowâŠâ
âWell then,â he smiled, turning back to you, âI've got your next job lined up already. I need you to help out one of my people. She'll be on the riverbank near the electrical substation. I need you to take care of some...undesirable elements down there.â
âAre you serious? Like, the sewer?â You groaned, âI hate you.â
âPlenty of time to hate me on the way there, off you go,â he grinned, giving you a light shove on the shoulder. The gesture feltâŠplayful? friendly? You shook the feeling off as you walked away, thereâs no way heâd be so friendly with you on purpose, in fact, you were quite certain he hated you.
-
âSoâŠIâm just cleaning mega crystals?â You clarified.
âYeah, thatâs what boss said,â she shrugged, âusually us grunts do it, but I guess he wanted to put you to work. He did also say you can keep any crystals you break.â
âHe made it sound a lot worse than cleanup duty,â you laughed, âcalled the crystals âundesirable elementsâ and told me to âtake care of themâ. He did something similar with the last job too.â
âThatâs the boss for ya, he lives on making people squirm, thinks itâs funny,â she chuckled.
âIt kind of is, honestly,â you couldnât help laughing more, was this man dangerous at all?
âIâll be right here, come back when youâre done,â she smiled, shooing you off.
The cleanup felt almost therapeutic. Repetitively ordering your ace to break the crystals was mindless, and you got into a groove, letting your mind slip to other things.
How odd was Corbeau, seemingly hating you, yet seeking you out after such an easy job? Not to mention the piece of backstory he let slip, why to you? You ribbed him at every opportunity, surely you annoyed the hell out of him, right? So why trust you? Was he fishing for pity to manipulate you? Or maybe he was just making conversation?
Before you knew it, all of the crystals were cleared up, and you headed back to the grunt waiting on you.
âGood work in there,â she grinned.
When you two walked out of the sewer doors, you stood face to face with Corbeau once again. The grunt immediately squatted, some sort of syndicate-wide greeting, you figured.
âThanks for sending me into a stank ass sewer for something your grunts clearly know how to do,â you scowled, but it was harder to force the edge into it.
âIâm not all bad, you got crystals out of it,â he chuckled, it soundedâŠrelaxed.
âWhyâd you come to check in? Didnât think I could handle that either?â
âActually, I had a question for you. Is it true that youâre going around calming down rogue mega evolutions?â
âOh, that guy? Heâs just called L, I think? Iâm not sure, that whole thing was odd.â
âWell, that gentleman's name is Lysandre. He isâor wasâa very wealthy and generous businessman. He helped me out when I was a kid. Provided me with support since I had no family to rely on.â
âWait, wait, Lysandre?! That was Lysandre? Team Flare Lysandre? I thought he died when heâŠâ even remembering what the man didâtried to doâit made your stomach turn. You felt stupid for not recognizing him, not that you were local anyway, but his face was all over the news everywhere. How had you not noticed?
âI...don't know why he did what he did five years ago, or what he's been up to since. But if he's alive, that means I can repay him for everything he's done for me.â Corbeau looked at the water solemnly. A magikarp splashing by drew him out of his contemplation. âOh, but look at me, rambling on.â He chuckled, then his face grew serious, looking at you again, âyouâd better not breathe a word of this to anyone, understand? Otherwise, that interest will become a lot more of an issue for you.â
âChill, man. Iâm a bit cocky, but Iâm not a heartless asshole,â you half chuckled, half sighed.
âWell, in any case, Iâve got another job for you. We've got a little problem with some outsiders causing trouble on our turf. It might get nasty... but you should be able to handle it for me, right?â
âAm I gonna have to rehome some weedle or something?â You laughed.
âYou'll know what's up if you head to the battle court near Centrico Plaza. Go take care of it." He shooed you away.
-
While you were off to your next job, Corbeau sat on a bench by the canal, a twisting feeling in his stomach. He called the only person he could think of.
âPhilippe, I donât know whatâs going on with my stomach right now, feels all sorts of fucked up.â
âWell, boss, we ate the same lunch and Iâm not feeling any different than usual.â
âForget it. I donât know why I even called, itâs stupid,â he huffed, kicking a crack in the pavement.
âIs something on your mind?â
He sighed, âIâŠI donât really know, I guess a few things are.â
âI know things havenât been easy since Lysandre turned back up, itâs understandable if thatâs stressing you out.â
âMy feelings about him areâŠdefinitely complicated.â
âAnd, if I may be honest, this whole Team MZ situation probably isnât helping your stress levels.â
âThat tourist sure is a character,â Corbeau chuckled. âTheyâre making quick work of everything, but theyâre certainly not happy about it. I can respect their care for their friends, taking this uncertainty on without any help must not be easy.â
âAlmost like someone else I know, someone whoâll work himself into the ground to avoid letting anyone else suffer.â
âPhilippe,â he grumbled, âyouâre reading too much into this, I just respect their work ethic.â
âAnd thatâs why your stomach hurts right now?â
âWhat on earth are you implying?â
âNothing, nothing, just thinking out loud.â
âSpeaking of the tourist, I should go make sure theyâre not getting eaten alive by Jacintheâs lackeys.â
âBoss, donât you think they can handle it? Youâve checked up after their last two tasks as well.â
âWell, I donât know about you, but Iâd like to make sure our reputation remains intact.â
âVery well, have fun.â
âHave fun? What do you mean have fun?â He shouted, but the phone had already been hung up. âFuckerâŠâ
The woman in the fancy dress quickly regained composure and turned to face him.
âYou're Corbeau of the Rust Syndicate, aren't you? The one who fancies himself some kind of outlaw hero for the masses.â
The man beside her chimed in, âSo you sent this boor here to humiliate us? Well, we'll have our revenge someday!â
Before you could react to the fact that he called you a boor, the two turned tail and ran.
âCowards,â you scoffed.
One of the kids looked up at you.
âWhew, Iâm glad you got us out of that. Thank you!â
âNo worries,â you smiled.
Corbeau leaned down, âsuns starting to set, you all should head home for today too, kiddos. Watch out for strangers!â
He grinned watching them run off, then turned to you with a more serious expression, âI don't think of myself as a hero, you know. Someone has to take action. That's all.â
âI canât believe that asshole called me a boor,â you pouted, crossing your arms, âmeanwhile I bit my tongue the whole time so I wouldnât teach the kids anything they shouldnât know.â
âHey, donât give me too much credit, Iâm not the only one calming them,â you chuckled.
The somewhat peaceful moment was broken by a shout nearby.
âPlease, I must ask you to desist! This is ridiculous!â
âOh great, whatâs happening now?â You groaned.
âNot sure, but you're coming with me to find out!"
-
Panting, out of breath, you arrive at the scene of commotion, Corbeau not far behind you. A crowd of very angry people were gathered, shouting at Jett, the CEO of Quasartico. Urbain stood at her side, trying to hide the growing anxiety on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief when he made eye contact with you.
Corbeau furrowed a brow, but before he could get a word in, Urbain was talking again.
âBut those rumors are ridiculous!â he shouted to the crowd, then turned to look at you and Corbeau again. âI came here because I'd heard these people might try to start something with Quasarticoâand good thing I did! This crowd won't listen to reason!â
Another protester followed Urbainâs gaze until he narrowed in on you and Corbeau.
"âKeep our city safeâ? Don't make me laugh, youâre doing nothing of the sort, but by all means, letâs battle.â Corbeau crossed his arms. âUrbain! Get the president away from this mess!"
âGot it! This way, maâam!â He bounded off down the road, Jett in tow.
"Well, isn't this an interesting turn of events. Though I'm not sure how I ended up protecting a scoundrel who won't even repay a debt..." Corbeau grumbled.
âDonât act like I didnât carry that battle,â you elbowed him playfully.
âSure, sure, you wouldâve handled it entirely alone.â His biting sarcasm felt less harsh now than it did before, maybe he really didnât hate you? The idea made you feel oddly warm.
You were dragged out of your contemplation by Urbain practically tackling you into a hug.
âThank you for the help, I had no idea how to handle that many peopleâŠâ he laughed, then pulled away and straightened up, âand thank you too, Corbeau, sir.â
âAh, donât worry about it. Couldnât have you getting injured after all, lest we have to wait even longer to get our money. Not that weâd mind you racking up more interest,â Corbeau chuckled from the way Urbainâs eyes widened at the idea. âBesides, the Rust Syndicate deals in favours, not violence.â
He turned his gaze to Jett, you noticed the harsher look he gave her, shoulders tensing.
Corbeau looked just as convinced in her authenticity as you, thatâs to say not at all.
"Yeah, I really hope that's all true. It would be a shame for something to happen to this city. I do love this place, in spite of everything I've been through here,â he shrugged, turning to leave, âwell, thanks for putting in a bit of overtime, punk. I'll be in touch."
You waved a goodbye, then turned your attention back to Jett. She recognized you from Vinnieâs reports, and she knew you were staying at Hotel Z, but beyond that she seemed rather disinterested. You gave basic nods and responses, wanting nothing more than to finally go lay down.
Urbain mustâve seen you were tired, because he got you out of the conversation. âIâll stick with President Jett and make sure she gets back alright, why donât you head back to the hotel for now? I bet Lida and Naveen are worried about you.â
âAnd whose fault is that?â You laughed, gently punching his shoulder. You hadnât forgiven him entirely yet, but he was hard to stay mad at.
âYeah, I know, Iâm sorry,â he frowned, ârest up, alright?â
âIâll try,â you nodded, heading off to hail a cab.
-
As soon as you walked into the hotel, Lida and Naveen were up out of their chairs and running up to you.
âYouâre back!! Are you alright? Do you think itâs over?â Lida asked, looking you over for any visible injuries.
âHuh. When you put it like that, it just sounds like what you normally do,â Naveen chuckled.
âBut you shouldâve seen him angry! He was terrifying!â Lida protested.
The chitchat was cut off with your rotom phone ringing.
âOh for fucks sake, speak of the devil,â you sighed, clicking the answer button. âHello?â
âHey, good work today.â
âThanks, but is that why youâre calling?â
âThereâs something Iâd like to discuss with you. Stop by our officeâŠAlone, please.â
âAlone?â You teased.
âUghâthatâs not what Iâwhatever, Iâll be waiting.â He hung up abruptly, not leaving time to hear more of your laughter.
âShit, is he calling you back in?â Lida sighed, âI dunno what kind of bad luck gets you caught up in so much stuffâŠâ
âIâm sorry we canât do more to help,â Naveen frowned.
âHeâs probably gonna ask me to rescue someoneâs espurr from a tree or something, donât worry about it,â you brushed off, âIâm a little pissed that I donât get my nap though.â
-
Philippe walked you into the office. âOur guest is here, boss.â
âExcellent, thank you Philippe.â
âWhat, no thanks for me? Yâall could at least pay for my taxi if Iâm gonna be running around for you,â you laughed.
âWell, thanks for coming in. And if transport is an issue, that could be arranged.â
âNah, I make enough in the Royale, just teasing. Anyway, is this another job? Gonna make me relocate some beedrill?â
âI look forward to wiping the floor with you, err, sand? You get what I mean,â you chuckled.
âYou're acquainted with Lysandre too, yeah? That's proof enough for me that you're no pushover! I want to experience every drop of your skill as a trainer!â The fired up Corbeau that stood in front of you, so different from how he usually carried himself, it made you smile.
âI barely know the guy, I didnât even know it was him until you told me!â
âIâd say youâve got plenty of influence, so donât let my swift ass-kicking deter you.â
âRegardless, I'm gonna enjoy my battle with you to the fullest!â
-
The battle was intense, more difficult than you thought itâd be, and Corbeauâs passion alone made him a tough opponent, but in the end you emerged victorious.
âRight?â He chuckled, âAnyway, thanks again, that was a good battle. Itâs nice to feel somewhat evenly matched.â
âIâm down to battle again sometime if you want to feel defeat again.â
âYou know, we could use someone like you in the Rust Syndicate. What do you say?â
âI donât think MZ would be too happy with me if I took you up on that, but if you need anything taken care of, I can probably lend a hand.â
âFair enough. I respect you sticking to your crew. It must be a hell of a team with you on it,â he walked nearly past you, then met your eyes, âthough I don't think I'm done with you yet. I'll see you at Hotel Z.â He walked back to his desk and sat down as if he had said nothing at all.
You were glad he wasnât facing you anymore to see the expression on your face. Composing yourself, you walked out a little quicker than youâd meant to.
-
âReal smooth, boss,â Philippe chuckled
âThis whole thing is just, argh,â Corbeau put his head in his hands, âI donât know why Iâm so interested in them.â
âWell, do you want the real answer, or would you rather I spare your pride?â
âReal answer, Philippe.â
âI think youâve got a crush.â
âI said real answer,â he grumbled.
âThat is my real answer, boss. Why else would you be so twisted up about this whole thing? Itâs unusual for you to be so invested in a debt client.â
âFucking hell,â he let his head fall to the desk with a smack, âwhat am I, some teenager with a hallway crush? Itâs been one day!â
âSometimes things just fall into place, donât you think?â
âUghhh,â he groaned into his hands, âthis wonât. They hated working for me.â
âIs that what you think? Because sure, they probably hated the jobs themselves, but they seemed pretty happy to battle you, and they offered to help in the future. That doesnât read as hatred to me.â
Corbeau sat in thought. It was true, wasnât it? Youâd been smiling most of the day, between your sarcastic quips, of course. Your battle was passionate and driven, not something youâd done to get him out of the way so you could climb the ranks. You really were having fun, the ribbing was just another way of showing it. The thought sparked warmth in his chest, how endearing, your strange little show of happiness.
âSo I really should show up at the hotel, huh?â Corbeau smiled faintly.
âIâd say youâve got a good shot, boss.â
âSchedule a car for 9:00pm. Thatâll give them some time to rest.â
âOn it.â
-
You immediately went to your room and napped once you got back, just in case heâd have another job for you later.
You were woken up by frantic knocking on your door, in a pattern you recognized.
You opened the door, revealing Lida, who looked mildly panicked.
âYeah?â You grumbled, still half asleep.
âCorbeau showed up and got a room. I have no idea what he wants, but I just thought I should warn you,â she looked over her shoulder as she spoke, as if heâd appear behind her.
âAh, weird,â you shrugged.
âI hope heâs not here âcause heâs mad that you beat him,â she bounced in place, hands tangled together in an anxious pile.
âIâm sure thatâs not it, he wasnât upset earlier, heâs probably just curious about this place.â
âHopefully youâre right,â she sighed, âIâve gotta go, Iâm headed out for the Royale with Naveen, wanna come?â
âMy body physically cannot handle anymore battling today, but thanks for the offer,â you chuckled, âgo, have fun!â
âSuit yourself, but call me if anything happens and weâll run back, okay?â
âI will, donât worry too much.â
Once the door was closed, you exhaled. You were warned, he told you heâd come by, but you still didnât know why. The thought made your heart race, what was he doing here? Why was he so interested in you? Youâd challenged him at every step, youâd mocked his authority, you beat him in a battle, and yet he was still so deeply fascinated by you that he showed up at your hotel. It couldnât be anger, clearly heâd dealt with worse, and the way he was talking earlierâŠwas that flirting? And why didnât that idea bother you?
Your thoughts were interrupted by your rotom phone ringing.
âBlowing up my phone today, huh?â You chuckled.
â305.â
âWhat?â
âMy room number. Come up.â His voice was sharp, as if he was struggling to get the words out.
âUhm, why?â You questioned, but regardless of his answer, you knew youâd go.
âJust to chat.â
âAlright, Iâll be there in a minute.â
-
Before you even had a chance to knock at his door, he opened it and ushered you in.
âWere you looking through the peephole?â You chuckled, âwell, I guess thatâs eye height for you.â
âOh fuck off,â he scoffed, âare you this rude to all of your guests?â
âYouâre the first since Iâve been here, havenât gotten a chance to be my charming self with any other esteemed guests.â
âNo wonder Urbain took that loan out, no guests? Youâve been here for a few weeks now, havenât you?â
âYeah, Richissime tends to get the business, it seems.â
âMost people probably donât know this place exists. Hell, I wasnât very familiar until Urbain came to me looking for money.â
âSo, uh, whyâd you call me up here? Actually, why are you here?â
Youâd never seen him look flustered until now, his cheeks tinted pink.
âYou fascinate me. Truly, you do.â
âI could say the same about you, but thatâs not an answer to my question,â you flopped down into a nearby chair, âand Iâm exhausted, so if youâre gonna beat around the bush, Iâm gonna sit.â
âVery well,â he chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed, not far from the chair, hands folded as if he was sat at a desk.
âSoâŠare you going to elaborate? Or did you drag me away from my nap just to stare at me like Iâm some kind of prey animal?â
âDid I wake you?â He frowned.
âNah, Lida did though, she got all freaked out that youâre here,â you laughed, âshe still sees you as a threat, itâs kinda funny.â
âWell I am a threat, just not to the lot of you.â
âIâm sure you can be a threat when you have to be, but Iâve never seen you as that scary.â
âThatâs part of what makes you so fascinating,â he hummed, âyou waltzed into my office like you owned the place, you stood your ground. If your friends werenât on the line, Iâm sure you wouldâve pushed it further.â
âIâm not a pushover, what can I say?â
âMost peopleâs instinct when in a place like Rust would be to cower and obey, or to run and avoid showing their face at all. But not you.â
âI guess,â you shrugged, âso that made an impression on you? But that doesnât explain why youâre actually here.â
âJust gonna make me come out and say it, huh?â He pinched the bridge of his nose, glasses moving up a bit. It was as though he wanted a subtle way to hide his face.
âSay what?â You furrowed your brows, âis it another job?â
âArceus, youâre oblivious,â he groaned, rubbing his temples. âI feelâŠa certain wayâŠand I donât know if I can keep it to myself.â
You blushed, âis this some roundabout love confession?â It was a half joking statement, you didnât think he could possibly feel that way about you, but with the way his face flushed, you realized you were right.
âWould it be bad if it was?â He hid his face with an arm, âI mean, weâve only just met, I donât want to come off as desperate or anything, and I promise no ill will to you or your crew if you turn me down, I just thought maybe a date would beâŠnice.â
When you stood up, his eyebrows furrowed, glance averting, as if he expected you to storm out. Instead, you walked over to the bed and sat beside him.
âThat would be nice,â you smiled, âI didnât expect Iâd make you so nervous.â
âIâm not used to this, I donâtâŠI donât like feeling like I need anyone. It took me a long time to get used to Philippe, and before that, Lysandre. But obviously neither of them sparked this feeling.â
âEverything that happened, yâknow, with Team FlareâŠthat mustâve been really hardâŠâ
âIt was, but thatâs not important right now, I wonât let him steal a happy moment from me,â he chuckled, a sadness to it. âIâm just, Gods, I was so nervous to come here, I donât get nervous like that often, not anymore at least. So Iâm relieved.â
You leaned on his shoulder. âI was nervous about you coming here too, I had no idea why youâd want to stay here of all places.â
âI thinkâŠI think Iâd go wherever you are right now.â
You smiled, turning your head to look him in the eyes, still leaning on his shoulder, âyeah, I think Iâd go wherever you are too.â
âForgive my forwardness, and feel free to say no, but could I kiss you?â His cheeks flushed again.
Instead of responding, you closed the distance between your lips. He tasted of tobacco and something sweet, was it mint? You didnât care, leaning into the kiss with more of a passion, you wanted him to know the interest was definitely mutual.
Pulling away for air, he let out a chuckle.
âEager, are we?â He held your jaw tenderly, thumbing your cheek.
âMaybe, but you are too,â you laughed, leaning into the touch.
âI suppose I am, your sarcastic wit and awful attitude have enamoured me.â
âAwful, eh?â You grinned, âwell, Iâll have to keep it up if this is where it gets me.â
âI look forward to it,â he whispered, before pulling you back in again.
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What about Corbeau with a GN! reader who is so used to being depended on and has been independent since they were like 10 that they feel like a liability if they depend on him? And like Corbeau really wants them to break away from thinking that theyâre a liability because he just wants to take care of his beautiful partner?
*gets dragged back to psych ward*
You. You get me anon. If youâre in the psych ward Iâm right there with you amen
I kinda took this prompt and ran so I hope it lives up to what you imagined!
(Side note it is so hard to format things in an appealing way on Tumblr mobile dear god)
Dependable
Corbeau x gender neutral reader
In which you injure yourself on a job, and Corbeau refuses to let your stubbornness stop him from helping.
Themes worth mentioning: minor injuries, wound dressing (probably not completely medically accurate but fuck it we ball), insecure reader, reader who is self sufficient to a fault and thinks needing or even wanting help makes them a burden (it does not!! You are loved, and you deserve love and care!)
When youâre used to being the glue holding together those around you, you donât just get to ârelaxâ. The word itself left a sour taste in your mouth, how dare you? How dare you when thereâs a city to aid and all these incredibly deserving people leaning on you? Itâs not like you were new to the stress, or the expectations, or the constant moving forward, forward, forward.
The idea of slowing down, not holding it all on your shoulders even for a moment, it just felt so wrong.
The morning was calm enough, thankfully youâd gotten to âsleep inâ a bit, (although for you that meant doomscrolling after Corbeau had gone to work, your bodyâs internal clock always had you awake at the crack of dawn, and his early rising certainly didnât help matters), but when your Rotom Phone buzzed aggressively with a call, you sighed and shot up out of bed like a rocket.
The first task of the day was simple, some alpha pokemon was fiercely fighting off the cities best efforts to relocate it somewhere where it couldnât hurt anyone, youâd dealt with plenty similar issues, nothing your team couldnât handle.
The houndoom causing a ruckus was huge and exceedingly fast, protecting her recent litter, and she didnât go down without a fight. Putting your arms up to block your face as she lunged, you were nicked by her large horns, but managed to command your ace fast enough that she couldnât do any real lasting damage. Once youâd caught the mother and her pups, you sat at a nearby bench and tended to your arm with a small first aid kit. This wasnât your first rodeo, but that didnât mean you were great at it. The gauze and bandages quickly soaked through, but you didnât have time to worry about that as your next task was called in. You simply tugged your sleeve down and continued off.
âOh, that doesnât look too good, what happened?â His usual serene expression was painted with worry.
âAh, occupational hazards, Iâm all good!â You brushed off, turning on your heel as to not be interrogated further, you didnât have the time for that, âthanks for having the order done so fast! And tell Griselle I said hi when sheâs back from her break!â
âAre you sure youâre alright? Thereâs a first aid kit in theâŠtruckâŠâ he trailed off as you hurriedly started off towards Quasartico.
âNo time! Thanks though, Grisham!â You shouted back.
You pulled a sweater on before you entered Quasartico, no need for Urbain to pry at what happened, it was fine.
âHeya! Thank you so much, youâre a lifesaver!â The aforementioned cheered, taking the coffee from you, then quickly realizing he didnât have room in his hands for the pastries.
âIâll bring em in, lead the way, CEO,â you chuckled, following his eager footsteps to a soon to be bustling boardroom.
After the delivery was made and spread out on tables, you walked through the plaza while scrolling through a list of research tasks from Mable, seeing what you could potentially get done before you were whisked off to your next job. Your strolling scroll was interrupted by a call from Corbeau, a rarity during the workday. Quickly, you accepted the call, a smile already finding its way to your face.
âHey love, howâs work?â
âItâs going swell. Say, could you stop by the office? Iâm having trouble making out this hyperspace data and I could use some outsider insight.â
You quirked a brow, confused. Him asking you instead of Philippe, or even Mable, was certainly odd. Nevertheless, you wouldnât pass up an opportunity to see him during your likely soon to get busier day.
âNot sure how much help Iâll be, but sure!â
âExcellent, see you soon, my dear.â He hung up as quickly as he normally did, never one to linger once the conversation had finished.
When you walked into the office, you were surprised to find him alone, laptop shut, hands folded, a small wooden box on the desk.
âWhatâs up? Whereâs Philippe?â You looked around as you walked to his desk, as if the large man could possibly be hidden in the open space.
âTake off the sweater,â he demanded once you reached him. Not harsh, but worry biting at his tone.
You jumped a bit at the sudden request.
âUhhâŠHow exactly is that gonna help with hyperspace? And why didnât you answer my question?â
âGrish called me, said you were bleeding like a stuck tepig, and when he offered to help you dashed off.â Corbeauâs expression was a mix of confusion and concern.
âI donât know why he even bothered you with this, Iâm fine, honest,â you chuckled, but he wasnât convinced.
âIndulge me then. Take the sweater off and let me see for myself.â
âBeau, itâs really not a big deal, I just got nicked, thatâs all,â you sighed, âI already bandaged it up.â
He quirked a brow, unconvinced.
âIâm hearing a lot of words but Iâm not seeing the sweater come off.â
âFine, but it looks worse than it is.â
You huffed and shrugged the sweater off, letting it fall to the ground, the sleeve of your shirt stuck to the arm with drying blood.
âI see why he called now,â Corbeau furrowed his brow, pulling the sleeve up to reveal soaked bandages, âArceusâŠWhat on earth happened?â
You looked away, the worried look on his face made this unbearable pit in your stomach. He shouldnât have to do this, he shouldnât have to take time out of his probably extremely busy day to play doctor with you, and didnât he know you could take care of yourself?
âAn alpha houndoom grazed me while I was catching her and her pups to relocate, and I didnât have time to properly deal with it earlier. Just give me the kit and Iâll fix it up.â You reached for the wooden box, now that you were close you could see the green medical cross on the top of it.
He pulled the box back with the hand not holding yours.
âIâve got medical training, let me.â
âYou donât need to, itâs just a cut, Iâm not a child.â
âI know, dear, I never said you were. In fact, youâre extremely capable, if a bit headstrong, but thatâs not the point,â he squeezed your hand before letting it go, then stood up, rounding the desk. âYou say you had no time, what was so urgent?â He lifted you up onto his desk as if you weighed nothing, putting you at a better angle to patch up.
âUrbain forgot to order for his meeting until the last minute, thatâs why I was at Nouveau in the first place, and if I didnât rush I wouldnât have gotten it to him in time.â
âYou neglected yourself to get some snobby rich people their coffee?â Corbeau tsked, shaking his head as he unwrapped your bandages, âyou really do confuse me with your priorities sometimes.â
âA win for everyone but you, it seems,â he placed a towel under your arm, then picked both up in one hand, using the other to douse the wound with sterile water from the first aid kit.
âI was gonna deal with it when I had a second. I know how to take care of myself.â You muttered, more venom in the words than intended.
âHey, I know you do, Iâm sorry if I came off condescending,â his voice was soft, âbut you take care of everyone around you, canât I take care of you for once, my beloved?â
You clenched your jaw as he applied wound glue to the cleaned cut.
âYou shouldnât have to.â
âHave to? When have you known me to be forced into anything that I didnât willingly want to do?â His expression grew serious, troubled by the idea. âIs it so hard to believe that I want to?â
âWhy would you want another responsibility on top of everything you already deal with?â
âA responsibility? Something to deal with? Is that how you think I see you?â He frowned. âBecause if so, I need you to know thatâs entirely incorrect.â
âI mean, I donât know, shouldnât you? Why should I be depending on you to fix me when I can do it?â Your voice shook, âI can fix myself, itâs selfish of me to take help when I donât need it.â
âItâs like I can hear my younger self saying those exact words,â he chuckled, a tinge of sadness in it. âYou shouldnât feel bad for depending on me, for letting me help you, thatâs what a lover is for. In fact, Iâd like it if youâd let me take care of you more often, you donât have to carry the world alone, I donât want you to feel like you do.â
âItâsâŠItâs all Iâve known.â
âI know what thatâs like, but Iâve learned a car doesnât drive on one wheel. You need people in your corner, people who donât just take, but give back, people you can pass the weight off to when it gets too heavy,â he applied fresh gauze and bandages to the wound, bringing the wrapped arm to his lips and kissing it gently.
Tears pricked your eyes, you blinked and felt them roll down your cheek. âI donât know howâŠI donât know how to let other people help me,â you sniffled.
He thumbed the tears from your cheeks, holding your face in his hands.
âHey, I didnât either, it comes with time.â
You closed your eyes for a moment, savouring the contact, the feeling of his cold hands holding you like something precious.
âI think everyone can handle it if you take the weekend to relax. Hell, Iâll take the weekend too, I canât be a hypocrite after all,â he laughed, âI already have tomorrow off, and Iâm sure I can swing it with Philippe to fill in so I can take Sunday off too, heâs always nagging me to rest anyway.â
âBut what if they need me? I canât just leave everyone hangingâŠâ
âThen Iâll send grunts to take care of it, or someone else can go deal with it, I promise theyâll be okay,â he kissed your forehead, âyou need to rest.â
âIâll get through today and then take the weekend,â you promised, but he shook his head.
âNonsense, youâll start resting immediately, bossâs orders,â the tone was teasing, but you knew he meant it all the same, more of a plea than anything.
He cut you off with a peck on the lips, âconsider it dealt with, Iâll have someone drop them off, and whatever else can wait.â
âBut I promised Mable Iâdââ
âAbsolutely not. She can most definitely wait, sheâs got plenty of people doing tasks for her, Iâm sure itâll tie her over.â
You pouted, âfine, but if youâre gonna make me rest Iâm hanging out in here until youâre off.â
âIâll come work on the couch then,â he grinned, grabbing his laptop, âFridays are always slow anyway.â
You hopped off the desk, following him to sit on the couches, âIâm still confused, where is Philippe?â
âPicking up coffee, we agreed Grish deserved a good tip after helping keep our favourite do-gooder safe. He also figured you probably didnât want him watching me patch you up.â
âGood call, that wouldâve been even more awkward,â you joked, but his expression was soft, filled to the brim with adoration.
âI donât think taking care of you is awkward,â he smiled, voice soft, âI think itâs all I want to do forever, actually.â
âForever, huh?â You grinned, âIâll hold you to that.â
âNo need, itâs nonnegotiable, youâre stuck with me now,â he winked, a rare boyish grin on his face. He pulled you in to lean on his shoulder as he booted his laptop again, pressing a kiss to your hair, ânow relax, and silence your phone. No one else gets to bother you until Monday.â
Corbeau x reader (no specified reader gender) in which reader suffers from frequent dizziness and Corbeau is here to take care of you.
The familiar feeling washed over you suddenly while you were dusting.
The room spun around you, static buzzed behind your eyes, your legs shook.
Dizziness was nothing new. In fact, youâd dealt with it for a long time, much to the confusion of your shitty doctor. What was new, however, was living with your partner.
Corbeau worried about you more than anyone ever had before, thatâs exactly why you didnât want him to see you like this. Heâd dote on you all day, call out, skip meetings that were definitely more importantâ
You couldnât focus on that right now. Dropping the duster, your shaking arms reached back to feel for the nearby couch, and once you felt it you let yourself finally crumble into the far too familiar position, a remedy youâd been taught at one of many appointments. Head between your knees, hands clasped together around the back of your neck.
You tried to close your eyes, relax, wait for the spinning to subside. You didnât account for the door clicking open, and the man youâd been thinking about walking through the door for his lunch break. Living in a suite on the top floor of the syndicate had its benefits, the proximity meant he rarely packed food, minus some snacks in his desk, mostly for other staff, unless he couldnât afford to pull away from his work for a moment.
âHey, Iâm on my lunch nowââ you could tell the second he saw you by the way his voice softened, ââwhatâs wrong, darling?â his footsteps got louder as he neared you. Fast clicks filled with worry. He hadnât even taken his shoes off.
ââs okay, Iâm just dizzy,â you reassured, but judging by the gentle caress of his hand in your hair, you could tell he wasnât quite convinced.
You heard the sound of him unhooking his satchel from his belt, dropping it to the floor, and then he mustâve kneeled in front of you, because his cold hands cupped your face from a low angle.
âDoes that happen often?â He asked, putting the back of one hand to your forehead soothingly. The chill of it felt good, like a cold cloth.
âYeah, donât know why, doctor doesnât either,â you sighed, âpromise âm fine though, used to it.â The words came out a bit slurred, as they tended to when you got like this.
âThereâs a difference between being used to the way it is, and it being fine. You shouldnât have to feel like this.â He stood, leaned down to grab something from his satchel, then you felt the couch sink beside you. âHere, drink this, then lie down,â he instructed, âIâll be right here to see to it that you get proper care.â
âButâcha gotta go back to work soonâŠâ you argued, âyour job is importantâŠâ
âSo are you. I promise Philippe can handle the rest of the day,â he combatted, pressing the mouth of his metal water bottle to your lips, âhave some water, then youâre gonna lie down until youâre feeling better.â
âBossy,â you teased, but obeyed, sipping as much of the water as you could tolerate.
âYou love it,â he chuckled, pushing hair out of your face.
You flopped into his lap gracelessly, like a magikarp on land. âMaybe I do,â you laughed.
âThen do as I say,â his voice held no real authority, more a soft, lulling tone, ârest now, love.â
âMmkayâŠâ you mumbled, letting out a contented sigh as he massaged your scalp.
-
Blinking yourself awake slowly, you stirred in confusion for a moment, whyâd you nap on the couch?
The memory of your dizzy spell was slowly coming back, though thankfully the spell itself had subsided, then you heard a faint noise from above.
A snore?
Finally looking up, the sight was enough to make you giggle. The big bad boss of the Rust Syndicate hadnât moved an inch, a man of his word, but he had fallen asleep. His mouth hung open, head cocked to the side, drool building at the corner. His glasses were far from their intended position, nearly falling off entirely, and his hair was messed up in the back from the static cling of the couch. Not to mention, his jacket was entirely missing, and only then did you realize the âblanketâ you were tucked into wasnât a blanket at all.
You gently took his glasses off of his face, careful not to wake him, then you set them on the nearby arm of the couch before getting comfortable again, tucking the jacket back around yourself. The world could wait for the two of you to rest, and the city you both vowed to protect was plenty safe under Philippeâs watchful eye. Besides, if it was really important heâd call yourâŠactually quite far away Rotom Phone, and Corbeauâs was likely silenced from workâŠwell, if it was urgent, heâd use the spare key his loyal klefki held, and heâd probably laugh at the position you two were in. He always did tell you that no one softened his headstrong boss quite like you.
You closed your eyes again, the thought putting a smile on your face. Corbeau, the man whose reputation preceded him all across Kalos, was putty in your hands; whether heâd admit it or not. Heâd take care of you with the same devotedness that he took care of his city, that was a promise heâd made in many, many ways. Sighing happily to yourself, you let the his presence lure you back to sleep.