Chrys’ Dump

Corbeau 💜

Some Corbeau HCs

Corbeau Courting HCs

Corbeau Dad HCs

Taking your Kid to Work (Corbeau & Grisham)

Corbeau Reads Bedtime Stories

Corbeau NSFW HCs

Keeping out the Cold

Corbeau X Assistant! Reader Part 1 Part 2

After The Battle (Corbeau & Grisham)

Comfort (Corbeau & Grisham)

Corbeau & Grisham's love (for you)

Corbeau Saves You

You save Corbeau

Before the Sun Rises

Morning Bliss

Coming Home Late

Lying in Bed with Corbeau

Corbeau Stays Awake

Corbeau Stops for Lemonade

Corbeau Taking Care of Sad Reader

Boyfailure! Corbeau

Corbeau X Reader Post Game

Corbeau X Reader + Scolipede

Corbeau X Insecure! Reader

Corbeau X Tall! Reader

Corbeau x Chubby! Reader

Corbeau X Performer! Reader

Corbeau Celebrates Your Birthday

Corbeau X Reader X Grisham

Grisham ❤️

Grisham NSFW HCs

After The Battle (Corbeau & Grisham)

Comfort (Corbeau & Grisham)

Gifting them an Applin (Grisham & Griselle)

Corbeau & Grisham's love (for you)

Taking your Kid to Work (Corbeau & Grisham)

Grisham Meeting AZ for You

Grisham Helps you with a Migraine

Grisham Joining You on Break

Lying in Bed with Grisham

Do you Hate me?

Nouveau Truck Mistletoe

Grisham X Burn Scars! Reader

Baking Christmas Cookies

Corbeau X Reader X Grisham

Griselle 🧡

Becoming Giselle's Lackey

Gifting them an Applin (Grisham & Griselle)

Griselle Kisses You

Relaxing Bath

Baking Christmas Cookies

Other Writings 💚

The house was eerily quiet, each of your footsteps creaking against the wooden floorboards. Luckily, you didn’t have to go far, warm light flooding into the hallway from the nursery.

You peeked through the cracked door, lingering around the threshold. Inside, Corbeau was on the rocking chair, your sleeping son cradled against his bare chest. His head hung down to face your son. Between the dark hair curtaining over his face, and the lamp behind Corbeau casting him in shadow, you couldn’t really make out his expression, but you could feel how tense he was. The air felt wrong, uptight and uninviting, his knee bouncing rapidly with energy,

The door creaked as you pushed it open. “Corbeau?”

His head shot up, eyes wide, grip tightening on the baby. He scanned you over, before letting out a low scoff. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You stepped into the nursery, but stopped just inside the room.

“It’s alright.” He hung his head again.

It was silent, save for the creaking of the floorboard as Corbeau bounced his knee. You were on edge, despite your best effort to relax, your stomach churning uncomfortably. When you spoke, your voice was quiet, and you convinced yourself it was because you didn’t want to wake your baby. “Is…is everything okay?”

The answer didn’t come immediately. What felt like minutes was only about 10 seconds.

“Yeah.” Corbeau murmured, lifting his head enough for his eyes to meet yours. “He was fussing, so I took care of it. Didn’t want to wake you.”

“I see.” You shifted on your feet, “thank you.”

“Mhm.” He nodded. “Go back to bed, Sunshine. I know how tired you’ve been. You need the rest.” Corbeau lowered his gaze again, like the conversation was over with that.

Sucking in your cheek, you took another step forward. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. I’m fine.” While he kept his head down, you could still make out the tightening of his jaw. “Just…tired.”

“You really don’t seem fine.”

Corbeau scoffed under his breath, “Well, I am. You can go back to bed.”

You scoffed now, anger bubbling up despite your concern. This wasn’t the first time you’d seen Corbeau in a mood, but it didn’t sit well that he was dismissing you so easily. “You’re not acting okay.”

Corbeau suddenly hissed your name and snapped up at you, eyes large and wild. “It’s fine.” He scowled, voice raising through his throat. “Just go back to bed already.”

“Stop telling me to go back to bed!” Your anger surprised both of you, but not enough to stop you from blurting out some more. “Why are you suddenly shutting me out? I thought we were in this together- you’re holding our son! Why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing's wrong!” Corbeau’s voice ripped through the nursery. “Why don’t you just leave me alone and stop bothering me?”

Silence followed, his words echoing across the walls and then in your head. Your heart twisted painfully, sudden tears pricking at your vision.

How could he just say that?

Soft whines broke through the silence, quickly crescendoing into wails. Your son was crying, clearly having beat you to it.

Corbeau looked down at the baby, back to you, and then back down again. His features shifted from anger, to anguish, and then into panic.

“Oh- oh my Arceus- I-i didn’t mean.” Corbeau stammered. “What the fuck is wrong with me-“ He looked down to his feet, his breathing rapidly becoming unsteady. “Shit. I-I’m a monster-“

A particularly loud wail made Corbeau flinch. He froze entirely, terrified in a way you’d never seen him before. Your heart broke.

Instinctively, you closed the distance, and wrapped him in your arms, despite your own woes. “You’re not a monster.”

“I made you both cry.” He whimpered. His body was tense as he refused to let himself relax into your arms. “I’m the worst fucking father in the world.”

“No.” You pulled away to look at him, but he kept his head hung low. Your son continued to cry, pudgy face contorted uncomfortably. The wails were borderline ear splitting, and you couldn’t think past the noise. “Hey, let’s just- let’s just calm him down, okay?”

Before he could answer, you took your son into your arms. Corbeau buried his face in his shaky hands.

Luckily, It didn’t take long to calm your son back down. Gentle coos as you rocked him did the trick, his sobs wavering as he fell back asleep in your arms, too tired to keep himself awake any longer. Once you were confident enough in your son’s sleepy state, you carefully laid him in his crib.

Then, you turned to Corbeau. He was exactly as you left him, hunched over and shaking. You came up to the chair, stopping in front of him. Corbeau gave you no reaction, so you put a hand on his shoulder. “Beau.”

He didn’t respond. Your patience was thin, but you held out until he finally answered, mumbling low into his palms. “I’m sorry.”

“Will you tell me what’s going on?” Leaning forward, you rested your forehead on his, hoping to ground him, at least slightly. “Whatever it is, you’re not alone in this. Please don’t shut me out.”

Corbeau whined. “I just…” He inhaled, shaky and nervous. “I’m sorry, it’s stupid. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

“It’s not stupid.” You mumbled. “It’s okay, just, please, Corbeau, talk to me.”

He swallowed. It took him another long moment for him to find his voice. “It’s just that, I don’t know. Whenever I look at our son, I see this sweet, innocent baby, and I can’t imagine ever leaving him on the streets to fucking starve.”

…oh.

Corbeau continued. “How could anyone, as a parent, leave an innocent life- your own child- on the street, I - I don’t understand. Why would my parents do that to me?”

You pulled away, kneeling down to his level. He wasn’t crying, but he looked as if he could. “Beau.”

“How could they be so heartless?”

You swallowed.

You didn’t know what to say.

There wasn’t much you could say. No one would ever know why his parents did what they did, that was part of the pain that, clearly, had been weighing heavy on Corbeau the past few days.

“I’m sorry, beau.” You pulled him into the crook of your neck. He went, wrapping his arms around you, shaking hands grasping onto the back of your sleep shirt.

“I just want to give him everything, but I’m already making him fucking cry. Maybe I did deserve to be left to die.”

“No, don’t say that. You didn’t mean to, and babies cry all the time, for everything.”

Corbeau shook his head, a tear falling down his cheek, and down your shoulder. “I just want to be a good parent.”

“You are a good parent.” You sighed, kissing his head. “You’re a great dad, you care so much about him.”

He sighed. It was obvious he didn’t believe you, and you weren’t sure you could say anything to convince him, not at this very moment, anyway. You were exhausted yourself, and had the same concerns about your own parenting skills.

You opted instead to pull him closer, to hold him tighter through his pain. “Listen, we’re both tired. We can talk about it more in the morning, okay?” You told him, combing a hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t trust your thoughts after two in the morning, anyway.”

Corbeau chuckled weakly, but the lighthearted moment fell flat quickly. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe I made you cry too.”

“It’s alright.” You pressed your head further into his. “You can make breakfast in the morning.”

“I’ll make you breakfast forever, whatever you want. Just please don’t give up on me.”

“I’m not going to leave you, Beau.” You sighed. “But you have to let me in, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

His grip tightened, almost painfully so. “I know, I just…I’m sorry. I want to take care of you, both of you, and be the man you need. I shouldn’t be getting upset over this shit.”

“You are enough, Corbeau.” You kissed the side of his face. “Please, believe me when I say that.”

He stammered, but a response never came. Instead, he just held you back, like you were a lifeline he needed to keep going. Maybe you were, at that moment.