Chrys’ Dump

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I finally decided to get off my butt and put my writing in a list. I will do my best to keep it updated😛

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Fic list below!

**Please note, this is not a masterlist! All my writing can be found through the appropriate tags!

Footsteps approached behind you. You turned around just in time for Grisham to squat down, wrap his arms behind your knees, and lift you over his shoulder.

You squealed.

Grisham chuckled. He carried you around the corner, and sat you on the kitchen counter, carefully as to not hurt you, yet desperate, hands running up your thighs and over your hips. You only got to see his expression for a moment- a long, amused smile on his lips- before he leaned in, just a breath away from you. “May I kiss you?”

“Of course.”

You’d barely finished speaking when his lips found yours. His hands slid across your back as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss immediately. You followed his lead this time, wrapping your arms around his neck, and reaching for his soft ponytail. He moaned into the kiss at the gentle tug on his hair, open palms against your back pushing your chest further into his.

“Missed you.” Grisham sighed as he paused for a quick, shallow breath, the tip of his tounge brushing over your bottom lip. “I don’t think I could bear another second away from you.”

“I missed you too, Gris.” The taste of espresso lingered on your lips, but you didn’t mind as you went in for another kiss, and another, planting a few on his soft lips in quick succession.

He whimpered, desperate and needy, returning your quick kisses with some of his own. “Please, visit more often.”

You couldn’t hide your soft snort. “We’ve only been apart for a week, love.”

“I don’t care. That’s too long.” Grisham shifted, kissing the corner of your lip, and down to your jaw. “I felt like I was losing apart of myself.”

His theatrics were more than endearing, and you encouraged him by tilting your head back, for easier access to your neck. You gently tugged on his hair, working a groan out of him. “I’m sorry,” you hummed, “I’m here now.”

“Yeah,” Grisham left a long, wet kiss against your neck, pulling the gentle flesh between his teeth before breaking away with a heavenly sigh. He stood back upright, his nose bumping yours. “You’re staying here tonight, right? Please.”

Your forehead bumped his. “Yes, of course. As long as you’ll have me.”

Cw: very slight mentions of death, slight body horror for like 2 seconds, panic attack, abandonment, men

Kalos exploded in a firey mix of red and blue, bright light destroying everything in its path. It burnt, but Corbeau couldn’t even hear his own agonizing scream over the roar of the weapon.

He fought so hard for his own survival, and for what?

Corbeau was destined to die and be forgotten- killed by the same man that once took him in.

Corbeau woke up in a sweat. There was a lump in his chest that made it hard to breathe, gasping for air as he sat up. He shoved the heavy comforter off his body and then kicked it further for good measure, the weight overwhelming. Touching his face with a clammy hand, Corbeau smacked his cheeks and pinched the skin.

His skin was still intact.

He took a shaky breath, rubbing his eyes before letting his hands fall limp to his sides.

You were asleep with your back to him, and peacefully unaware of his turmoil. Moonlight illuminated your figure, beautiful and perfect, even better than the day he’d met you. Everything else in the bedroom was too blurry to make out, but he didn’t have the mind to care. His hand settled gently against the curve of your hip, touch feather-light as to avoid waking you. With the calm rise and fall of your chest, Corbeau slowed his breathing to match yours.

Everything was fine.

Corbeau moved slowly, carefully crawling so his chest was to your back. The hand on your hip snaked around your front while his other hand curled to rest behind his head. You shifted, and let out an inaudible grumble, but otherwise stayed completely asleep. It was no fault to you, Mable had run you across Lumiose to complete research, and you were exhausted when you’d climbed into his bed. He wouldn’t wake you- you needed the rest.

Lysandre’s voice pounded against his skull. Corbeau tried to replace his words with yours, screwing his eyes shut, and reimagining all the times you’d told him that you loved him.

He was safe with you.

“Beau..” You mumbled, shifting in his arns.

Corbeau cringed, releasing his grip on you had tightened. “Shit.” He whispered. “Go back to sleep, Angel.”

Again, you grumbled, inaudible this time.

For a moment, he thought about waking you the rest of the way. His heart ached, but he swallowed the pain away. He’d take care of himself, he always had. “Sleep, my love.”

At his coo, you drifted back to sleep. Corbeau stayed awake.

~

“G’morning.” You kissed Corbeau’s cheek as you came around the kitchen island, curling into the crook of his neck.

He wrapped an arm around you. “Morning.”

The coffee machine whirred on the countertop as it brewed. “How’d you sleep?”

“Mmm, good.” He hummed against the side of your face. “I always sleep better with you in my bed. You should stay over more often, y’know?”

“I’m not going to turn you down, if that’s an invitation to stay another night.”

The arm around you tightened, and he let out a low sigh. “Stay as many nights as you want. For you, my home is always open.”

You smiled, and pecked his lips. “That’s nice of you to say.”

“I mean it.” Corbeau mumbled, kissing you in return.

“I know.”

He shook his head, whispering against your lips. “Stay as long as you want.”

“Yes, I will, Beau.” You kissed him again.