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Devious Duo

Author’s note: It was a MUST that I had to write a fic with Scolipede messing with Corbeau. I mean, just look at the image above. The boss loves his big bug/poison type, and Scolipede would absolutely reciprocate that affection. Plus, I love writing pokemon and trainer shenanigans. I hope you enjoy! 

Series: Pokemon Legends ZA

Characters: Corbeau, Scolipede, Reader/Player, and Philippe

Word count: 2,689

Summary: Scolipede and Corbeau get into an (unserious) argument about who lost the battle against you, which leads to you and Scolipede teaming up together to mess with the boss. 

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“Delphox, Fire Spin!”

“Scolipede, Gunk Shot!” 

Spiraling flames and oozing globs clash in the center of the battle arena. Mega power surges between your Delphox and Corbeau’s Scolipede in the midst of your duel, casting strong winds around you that make you feel like you’re in an action movie. Your intense battle takes place at the smooth, graveled court at the end of Corbeau’s office, where you’ve taken down all of his team members but one. All that stands between you and victory is his armored Scolipede bursting with boosted strength. 

You have the type advantage, but Corbeau’s team has come prepared. Delphox has taken a few hits already, only surviving fainting from a well-timed Reflect against Scolipede’s Earthquake, which has given you the opportunity to hold on a little longer. It’s now or never.

“Scolipede, X-Scissor!” Corbeau swings his arm.

“Delphox, Mystical Fire!” you counter.

Scolipede rushes towards your Delphox. Delphox swirls their torch. Scolipede’s horns prepare to slice across your fire type as a spark from Delphox ignites in front of the poison type. Just before Scolipede can make contact, Delphox releases a blast of flames, striking Scolipede with the super effective move. Scolipede stumbles back. He wobbles on his legs. With a cry, he collapses to the floor, soon after returning to his pokeball with a flash of light.

“Yes! We did it Delphox!” you cheer. Delphox smiles at you, and with a swirl of mega energy that dissipates around them, they return to their regular final evolved form. 

“Ah, I almost had you that time,” Corbeau steps forward. There’s a pleased smile on his face too. “We were neck and neck up until the end there. You always put on a good show when I invite you over to the office to battle.”

As you reply, Corbeau picks up a bag from under his desk that has his healing potions. 

“Aww, thanks Corbeau,” you take the compliment. 

One by one, you heal up each of your pokemon and chat with each other by going over the battle as you do so. Eventually, you both come down to your last pokemon.

“There we go, Delphox. Good as new!” you say to your pokemon. Delphox chirps in response. You hold out the fire type’s pokeball, and with a ray of light, Delphox returns to their ball.

Corbeau sprays one more potion on his bug and poison type. He pats Scolipede’s side when he’s finished. “There you go, Scolipede. Feeling better?”

The bug pokemon lifts himself up on his legs, then happily gurgles. 

“Nice going out there, Scolipede!” you praise the pokemon now that he’s all healed up. “You’re pretty strong to take on fire type moves with barely a scratch!”

“Vaa!” Scolipede chirps. 

Corbeau pets his pokemon. “Indeed. Scolipede did his best. It was I who fell for your trick when you baited out his Protect and used the opportunity to put up your Reflect that ultimately led to your victory.”

Scolipede snorts, but not a snort to signal that he’s agreeing, it’s a snort that sounds like he’s laughing at him. 

Hearing this, Corbeau rightfully narrows his eyes at his pokemon. “Excuse me? And just what was that supposed to mean?”

“Guur,” Scolipede tilts his head away with a playful sass to his movement that could be translated to, I said what I said.

“Oh, I get it. You think I lost us the battle, huh?” Corbeau furrows his brows. Was that a vein bulging too? “We’ll, if you like battling with them so much, why don’t you be on their team!” Corbeau motions towards you while you simply stand there as a witness in the middle of a pokemon versus trainer debate. 

“Grrav!” Scolipede turns away and lifts his snout in the air. Without a single hesitation, Scolipede trots over towards you, also looking back to see how Corbeau will react to his bait. The boss of the Rust Syndicate is left with an empty side, jaw agape, stunned.

“Scolipede! Get back here this instant!” Corbeau points at the ground as if that would help the pokemon listen. Now by your side and turned towards Corbeau, Scolipede makes a big showing of shaking his head. 

“Vee!” Scolipede says like it was the equivalent of sticking their tongue out at someone. 

Corbeau lets out a growl. He stomps over to his big poison type; his pokemon almost appears to tower over him the closer he gets. Corbeau eyes his pokemon with a glare as he moves behind the creature. Then, as if he was pushing a big wagon, Corbeau leans his whole body into Scolipede, shouting, “Get over there right now!” 

Corbeau digs his shoes into the floor in an attempt to gain any movement, but Scolipede doesn’t move an inch. It’s like trying to move a boulder. 

Scolipede snorts again from the humorous attempt. You also hold back a giggle. 

Giving his trainer some slack, Scolipede does in fact move. But just when Corbeau thinks he’s won, he’s met with Scolipede turning around and snatching him up by his jacket collar, holding his trainer up like the scruff of a Litleo cub in the jaws of their parent Pyroar.

“S-Scolipede!” Corbeau reaches up to try and unhook his shirt from the clutches of his Pokemon’s mouth. “Put me down!” 

Scolipede growls and gives Corbeau a good shake from side to side like his trainer was a squeaky toy he was playing with.

“Whoa, whoa whoa!” Corbeau shouts almost in a blur of movement. Once Scolipede stops and Corbeau’s swinging slows like a rope that lost momentum, the boss huffs and crosses his arms, still dangling above the ground as his tall pokemon holds him captive. “Ha ha. Very funny Scolipede. Hilarious. You got me. Now put me down.” 

“Gurr,” Scolipede gurgles through a mouthful of his trainer’s shirt.

The giggle you were holding back makes its appearance. You’ve been quiet through all of this, but seeing the playful nature of Scolipede’s actions and the silly position Corbeau has gotten himself in, you get a mischievous idea.

“Well, if it’s so funny, then you should be laughing, Corbeau!” you move your hands towards Corbeau’s sides and scribble your fingers. 

Instantly, the man gasps and jolts his arms down. A twitchy smile appears on his lips, followed by his snickers that start to turn into full-blown giggles. 

“K-Kid! Wahahahait a minute!” Corbeau frantically waves his hands at you. With anyone else, you know Corbeau would try to swallow his laughter and hide it away for as long as he could, but with you taking him off guard, plus his fondness for you that makes him comfortable enough to drop his tough-guy persona, he lets his giggles slip nearly right away. 

“There you go! Now you’re laughing!” you cheer.

“Why yohohohou little-!” his growl is cut off by more of his laughter when you stretch your hands up high to scratch at the bottom of his ribs, causing him to paddle his feet in the air.

Scolipede beams with joy, letting out a chirp. While making sure to keep Corbeau’s feet off the ground, the pokemon lowers his head a bit to allow you easier access to tickle his trainer, especially so you’re not standing on your tippy-toes to get him.

You chuckle in appreciation, now able to easily knead at Corbeau’s ribs. “Thanks, Scolipede! Now would you look at that, Corbeau. Scolipede and I are already working together without saying a word to each other. We’re in sync! You were right. Maybe we should team up more often.”

“Nohohoho! Yohohoho twohohoho need to stahahay fahahahar away from ehehehe-each other!” Corbeau cackles. “And if yohohou are ever together, yohohohou need to stay far ahahaway from mehehehe!”

“You hear that, Scolipede? I guess Corbeau isn’t up to the challenge to take on a powerful tag team and a devious duo like us,” you grin. As Corbeau reaches above his head the best he can in another attempt to unlatch his jacket from Scolipede’s mouth, you notice that his purple dress shirt has become untucked in the scuffle, rising up and exposing just a little bit of his belly.

So you, living up to your newfound title, get an absolutely devious idea.

“Yehehes, yehehes! Yohohou’re both vehehehery powerful,” you can hear the thick sarcasm through his laughter. “Nohohohow put mehehe dohoho-OOOWN!” Corbeau screeches when your hand slips under his shirt and fingers touch down on his bare tummy. He wildly kicks his legs, causing him to sway in the air a bit before he grabs hold of your wrists to keep himself still. 

“KID! Gehehehehet out of thehehehere!!!” he cackles, tossing his head into the side of his shoulder. His cheeks start to flush pink behind his glasses.

“Bingo! It’s a critical hit!” you cheer. Scolipede chirps to cheer with you.

At the other side of the office, the elevator bell dings.

The doors open, and out walks Philippe, scrolling on a Rotom Pad. 

“Boss, I have the new tasks for the Rust Syndicate members you wanted to go over-” It takes the man a second to actually hear the laughter from across the room over his words before he looks up and pauses in his tracks. You all freeze for a moment too, hearing another voice enter the office.

However, once you process that it’s Philippe who walked in on your shenanigans, you relax immediately. The secret of your silliness is safe with him.

“Oh! Hey Philippe!” you excitedly greet him.

“P-Philippe! Save me!” Corbeau says in a panic. He bursts into a handful of giggles again when you take another dig at his tummy, causing him to take lighthearted swats at your hands.

“Hey! Don’t spoil our fun just because Philippe is here,” you joke. You pull your hands away to give Corbeau a break.

Philippe approaches the scene in front of him, curiously observing a dangling Corbeau still being held up by Scolipede.

“Boss, how did you get yourself up there?” Philippe can’t help but crack a smile.

Corbeau crosses his arms. “Ask these two. They’re the ones who wanted to ‘show off’ the potential of their teamwork. Especially Scolipede, who refused to be on my team! His own trainer!” the boss points up at his pokemon and looks up at the creature with an icy glare.

“Guuurve!” Scolipede argues.

Corbeau gasps, like he understood exactly what his pokemon said. “I did not! How dare you! Philippe! Tell Scolipede to put me down!” Corbeau tries to nab at the fabric in Scolipede’s mouth again, but Scolipede just lifts his head up higher.

“But boss, he’s your pokemon,” Philippe responds.

“I know that, obviously!” Corbeau snaps back. “Just get me down from here!” 

“Hmph,” Philippe narrows his eyes at his boss, though a smile still reaches his lips. You see in his expression that he’s contemplating whether or not he should help after such a rude remark, so you jump at the opportunity to sway him to your advantage.

“You know, Philippe, Scolipede and I could always use another member on our team,” you smirk and lean towards him.

Fear strikes in Corbeau’s eyes.

“Nononono! Philippe! You don’t want to be on their team. You want to be on my team!” he claims.

“And what’s wrong with our team?” you tease.

“Your team is built on mischief and trickery!” 

You shrug, “So what? I would say our team is pretty powerful.”

“Only because you got the jump on me!” 

“So why should Philippe join your team then?” 

“Because I’m the boss!” Corbeau points to himself.

Philippe steps forward. “Alright you two. Don’t fight over me. I’ve made my decision anyway.” Philippe glances in your direction and winks. “I’ll help Corbeau.”

As Philippe walks past you, you fully process the meaning behind Philippe’s wink. You smile.

“Thank you, Philippe,” Corbeau shoots a smug, victorious look toward you while Philippe positions himself behind him. The boss speaks to his right-hand man, prideful of Philippe, “You have truly shown where your loyalties lie-AHAHEY!”

The shorter man starts squirming and giggling again when Philippe’s hands scratch at his underarms. 

“PHILLIPE!” Corbeau calls out from the (tickly) sting of betrayal, “Yohohohou said you would hehehelp mehehehe!”

“Oh, you must have misunderstood me, boss. I meant that I would help you by joining the kid’s team and helping you smile!” Philippe grins. 

“Yohohohou TRAITOR!” Corbeau shouts through his laughter, though there’s no real malice behind his words.

“Alright, Philippe!” you root for him and pump your fist in the air.

Philippe looks up at the big bug type above him, smiling. “You can let go of him, Scolipede. I’ll take him from here.”

Scolipede gurgles with glee. Gently, Scolipede lowers his head and transfers his giggly trainer into the strong arms of Philippe, who easily keeps Corbeau off his feet as Philippe’s wiggling fingers keep holding him by his underarms. Scolipede then joins you at your side.

“Phihihihilippe-hehehehey!” Corbeau wiggles so much it looks like he’s running in the air. Philippe finally puts Corbeau down for the smaller man to stand on the ground, but Philippe’s tickly clutches are still just as strong as he takes the opportunity to add a few prods to his ribs. Corbeau yelps and folds himself in half, with the force of his momentum causing him to twist to the side, but Philippe easily catches him and pulls him back to help his boss into a standing position.

“Yes, Mr. Corbeau? You called my name. I’m all ears. What did you want to say?” Philippe pauses to huff out a laugh, “Well, if you can say it, that is.”

“I-” Corbeau stumbles over his words before his laughter completely steamrolls over the rest of his sentence. The blush behind his glasses returns while he switches his squeezed arms at his sides to instead hug his bouncing torso.

You nudge the air with your elbow by Scolipede’s side and look up at the pokemon with a grin. “I guess our devious duo just turned into a troublesome trio, huh?”

“Guree!” Scolipede wholeheartedly agrees, his eyes smiling.

Corbeau finally gains control of his giggles to speak, “Ohohohokay! Philippe! Philippe! Thahahat’s enough!” 

A chuckle rumbles from Phillippe’s chest. “You got it, sir.”

Just like that, Phillippe stills his fingers, allowing Corbeau’s giggles to gradually fade into deep breaths. Corbeau slumps back into Philippe’s arms, who was fortunately ready to catch him.

“Okay,” Corbeau says, winded and his clothes askew, “Maybe I did deserve that.”

Phillippe lifts Corbeau to stand his boss up straight. Corbeau regains his balance once Phillippe pulls his hands away, but he still leans forward as he catches his breath.

“Are you alright, Corbeau?” you ask.

He holds a hand up. “I’ll be fine.”

From your side, Scolipede scuddles up to his trainer. With a gurgle, he nudges the side of his head into Corbeau’s shoulder. Corbeau reaches up and pats his pokemon. 

“Yeah, yeah. You’re sorry. But you were enjoying every second of that, weren’t you?” 

“Vee!” Scolipede chirps to agree. 

“Boss, when you’re ready, I still have those tasks to look over,” Philippe nods to Corbeau, trying to get back on track for business despite also enjoying seeing his leader loosen up.

“Ah, yes. Thank you, Philippe. I’ll look over them with you in a moment.” Corbeau adjusts his glasses, tucks his shirt back in, then turns to you.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work. It was a pleasure battling you, like always.” Corbeau smiles and puts out his fist for a fist bump. “I look forward to our next match.”

You leave him hanging for a second to grin at him, “Sooo, does this mean that you enjoyed both of our battles? Even the one me and Scolipede teamed up on?”

“Don’t push it, kid,” Corbeau says with the hint of a chuckle.

“Hehe, I’ll take that a yes.” You hold your arm out and return to him a fist bump. “See you next time, Corbeau,” you reply with a smile, sealing the deal for another battle with Corbeau, and providing yourself with an excellent excuse to come visit him again.

[fluffemon]

currently replaying p5r and my hyperfixation is truly coming back. a great split between plza and p5r in my brain rn

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2025/Day 29 - Interrogation

Persona 5 - Ren x Akechi

"Pfft— ah, wait, I'm sorry!" Akechi's voice still carried his smile in it, making that apology sound even less genuine than it already was. "I didn't mean to laugh, Ren, I swear."

Ren frowned, a pinch of color taking place in his cheeks as embarrassment settled in. He should never have agreed to this. Of course, it was natural to couples to talk about their daily life and share bits about it, but what about his and Akechi's life was normal to begin with?

It started with him teaching Akechi how to brew coffee like they did in the café and how to prepare a dish or two. Then, after cleaning the mess they left behind and walking up stairs, Akechi suggested if there was anything he could teach Ren back — to return the favor, or something like that.

Now, here they were. Akechi struggling to hold back his laugh while Ren tried to sound intimidating and conduct a good interrogation session. "You are terrible at teaching," Ren hissed, his ego wounded.

"Maybe the 'bad cop' is not really your thing," Akechi said as he reached out for his boyfriend, trying to give him some comfort. "Now all interrogators act scary. Psychological tricks might be more fitting for you."

"Then why didn't we start with that?" Ren pouted.

"And miss the chance to see you act all tough?" Akechi scoffed and Ren hit his arm in response, but it only made him let out another giggle. "I'm serious this time. It's not like we can hurt the suspects or anything, so you need to get in their mind."

Ren sighed, humming as he gave the new idea some thought. "So, please tell me where you hid my glasses?"

"What sort of criminal would cooperate like this?" Akechi shook his head, now getting a bit more into the role of a instructor instead of a teasing boyfriend. "Convince me, scare me, trick me into slipping the truth. It won't work if I notice it."

Rei frowned, ugh, why did he even agree to this. He looked at Akechi, staring at him for a while and letting silence surround them before speaking up again.

"Goro."

"Yes?"

"Tell me where my glasses are or I'll tickle you."

"You c— wait, what?" Akechi blinked, looking back at Ren as he stopped right before giving him another explanation about the right techniques. "Y-you can't do that."

"I can. And I will. In 10 seconds."

"Now you're the one messing with me, that's not how you—"

"Six seconds."

Akechi felt a shiver run down his spine and time slow down as he looked at Ren. Was it still part of their game? Was Ren just bluffing? Or actually threateni—

"Zero."

Overthinking Ren's threat was a fatal mistake. Before Akechi could even come up with a way to explain you can't actually tickle suspects during an irrogation, Ren was already pouncing at him and pushing his back into the mattress.

He could only cry his boyfriend's name one last time before impatient, restless fingers dug into his sides and made him squeal like some little kid.

"Where are my glasses?" Ren repeated, firm and stern, but his lips were open into a wide smile as his fingers wiggled into Akechi's sides, from the spot right before his ribs to the curves of his waist.

"RehEHEn— AHAHah, n-nohohot thehehere!" Akechi cackled, pushing his boyfriend away by his face and shoulder, but barely making him sway. "G-gehehet ohohoff! Thihis is cheheating!"

"Not until you tell me what I want to know," Ren scoffed and Akechi cringed as he heard the line he taught him minutes ago. "You know how to make me stop."

"D-dahamn you! AHAhah, t-this is nohot how it gohohoes!"

Ren shrugged, guessing it would be a matter of time before he found out if his method would work or not.

A/N: 3 days to the end, p5 shows up. You never saw this coming, eh? See what I did ther-

[fluffemon]

You Didn't Know

[a/n: this was absolutely inspired by @ticklystuff's tags on my corbeau hcs so v big thank you for the inspo!!!! i am still completely plza brainrotted so who knows what's gonna be next. more corbeau probably]

word count: 1340 Corbeau obviously knew what tickling was. He’d seen it happen—siblings play-fighting, friends jabbing at each other, laughter exploding out of nowhere. But it had never happened to him. No childhood roughhousing, no fingers weaving into vulnerable places, no giggles bubbling over until they spilled. Somewhere along the way, he’d filed it away as not applicable.

So, when it finally happened, he didn’t know how to react.

It happened in his office, on the top floor of the Rust Syndicate building in the Bleu District. He was sat beside Philippe on one of his black leather sofas, analysing the latest data on Mega Power from Quasartico. The Holo-Tech cast a faint blue glow across their faces as they scanned through the information.

A couple of hours had passed, and as important as the analysis was, it was becoming, frankly, boring. Corbeau couldn’t hide his impatience as well as Philippe could; he grumbled under his breath every so often and his knee bounced in agitation.

“Mr Corbeau, sir, I apologise but this is incredibly distracting.” Philippe reached a hand over to steady Corbeau’s leg. “Please stop.”

The second fingers met knee, Corbeau felt as though he had been jolted with electricity. A flutter erupted in his chest and his leg jerked away with force. Both of them looked at each other, tension in the air.

“Are you okay, sir?” Philippe asked, genuinely concerned that Corbeau was hurt, or something else was amiss.

“Yes,” Corbeau said immediately, then paused. “…I think so. That was odd.”

Philippe’s eyebrow raised. “Odd how?”

“I don’t know. Never mind.”

Unconvinced, Philippe turned his attention back to the data in front of him, but his mind was elsewhere.

---

It had only been ten minutes before Corbeau lost his patience again.

“Did some intern put this together? This is the most useless heap of garbage I’ve ever read! There has been absolutely nothing of value for the past three pages!” he snapped. “Look, I bet we can skip all these pages too!”

Arm outstretched, he began swiping up on the screen, sending the information flying upwards in a blur, too fast for either of them to read. “Intern is probably too generous, this was written by one of the damn kids from the Aca—hah!”

In what was meant as a joking nudge, Philippe had jabbed his elbow into Corbeau’s side where his arm was raised. What he wasn’t expecting was for Corbeau to slam his arm down and curl in on himself, as if instinctively. Philippe straightened, turning his body fully to face Corbeau, the pieces clicking into place in his head.

“Corbeau?”

Corbeau’s face warmed, his ears pink, his heart racing. “I apologise. My nervous system seems to be… on edge.”

“Did I just… tickle you?”

“No.”

The answer was too fast, but not out of denial. That wasn’t tickling. Tickling was laughter, something people chose to provoke. This was… strange.

Philippe studied him for a moment, then, very purposefully, scratched at his side.

Corbeau laughed, a breathless, startled noise that seemed to burst from him against his will. He tried to grab at Philippe’s wrists, but his body seemed to act against his will, drawing into a ball in the corner of the sofa, his arms glued to his sides to try and guard from the feeling.

“Whahat the hell are you doihing?!” His sentences were broken up by giggles, choked out in surprise as Philippe continued, gentle but persistent.

“What am I doing? Tickling you,” Philippe said, clearly amused. “Gotta say, boss, I didn’t expect you to be ticklish.”

“Mehee neither! Hnngh—stahahap!”

That gave Philippe pause, and he drew back his hands. Him neither? “You… didn’t know?”

Heat rose to Corbeau’s face. He wasn’t sure what he found more embarrassing: the fact he was ticklish, or the fact he didn’t know he was ticklish, as a fully grown adult.

“Apparently not.”

“Never too late to find out!”

Corbeau didn’t have time to prepare himself before Philippe loomed over him, twice his size, blocking him into the corner of the sofa where he’d curled up. “Nononohoho, wait—”

“Boss, I haven’t even started.”

Then he did.

Philippe’s other hand joined the first at Corbeau’s sides and scribbled at his ribs. His back arched and an undignified noise, somewhere between a laugh and a shout, escaped him. He had no idea what to do, or how to react—not that he seemed to have much say in the matter anyway, since his body jerked in every direction to try and escape Philippe.

“Whahat the hell?! Philippe—”

Philippe’s hands moved from his ribs to his stomach, spidering his fingers across the delicate fabric of his shirt.

“Nohoho—oh my go—Philippe!”

Corbeau’s laughter kicked up a notch, desperately flailing his arms to bat at Philippe’s hands to no avail. “This is unprofehehesional!!!”

Philippe grinned, delighted with his new discovery. “I can’t believe you’ve gone your whole life without someone doing this. You know, most people learn this sort of thing as kids, learn how to defend themselves.”

“Well,” Corbeau choked out between giggles as Philippe’s fingers skirted across his lower stomach, “I was busy.”

That got a laugh from Philippe, who sat back on his heels, still looming but giving Corbeau a chance to catch his breath. “See, now I’m curious.”

Corbeau’s gaze was ice cold, though his cheeks were still tinted pink. “Don’t be. I’m your employer.”

“Yes,” Philippe agreed. “And you’re insanely ticklish.”

“How is that even relevant—do not.”

Hands came slowly to hover over Corbeau’s sides again. He tried to wriggle backwards, away from Philippe’s grasp, but only found himself backed into the corner of the sofa.

“So we know you’re ticklish here…” His hands moved to float over Corbeau’s stomach again. “…and here. Where else?”

Corbeau could have died. He couldn’t stop the nervous, anticipatory giggles from spilling from him, which only fuelled Philippe more.

“And you’re so ticklish that you laugh before I touch you. How on earth have I never noticed this?” He eyed him carefully, as if he was observing a science experiment.

Then, in one movement, he caught Corbeau’s wrists and lifted them up, pinning them behind his head on the arm of the sofa.

“Let me go now.” Corbeau’s voice was low, dangerous. It would’ve been threatening in any other situation.

“I will,” Philippe promised. “In about ten seconds.”

His fingers slipped under Corbeau’s arm and all hell immediately broke loose.

Corbeau let out a shriek that immediately dissolved into frantic laughter. His entire body arched and jerked, as if his skeleton was trying to escape his skin. “PHILIPPE!”

His head fell back as he thrashed uselessly against Philippe’s grip. Every breath turned into laughter, every attempt at speech dissolved into strangled noises. Philippe’s fingers barely moved, just light, relentless scratches in the hollows of Corbeau’s armpits. “STAHAHAP!!!”

Philippe released him immediately. “Found it. Definitely the worst one.”

Corbeau flopped into the corner of the sofa as if he were fluid, arms clamped back down over his sides. His chest heaved and residual laughter spilled from him.

“I can’t believe you got this far in life without anyone discovering that. Pretty impressive, boss,” Philippe said, sensing Corbeau’s embarrassment from his crimson ears. “That said, I do think you’re the most ticklish person I’ve ever seen in my life. That was… wow.”

Corbeau shot him a glare that would’ve frozen most men solid, but it wavered halfway through as a laugh escaped him as he tried to speak. Mortified, he swallowed it down.

“If a single word of this,” he said hoarsely, “leaves your mouth, I swear—”

“Syndicate secret.”

“Good.”

They both turned back to the Holo-Tech screen, though Corbeau noticeably shifted so there was a careful, deliberate space between them. He reoriented himself within the data in front of him.

Philippe leant back against the sofa, thoroughly amused, and secretly delighted to be the only one in Lumiose to know that the untouchable boss of the Rust Syndicate had a very human weakness.

[fluffemon]

i have like 2 fics in the works but they just Will Not Progress :'))))

also tysm to everyone who rbed/liked/etc my first fic i can't believe it has over 50 notes?? like literally the first fic i have ever posted after lurking on tkblr for like 10+ years lmao

[mywritingcannotbestopped]

Is this a problem?

[gae-bolg-alternative-dot-exe]

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[draculas-husband]

[ellipsus-writes]

If you haven't heard, the em dash has been getting a lot of attention lately…

Because it was trained on pirated work—including freely accessible online writing (like fanfic, academic texts)—ChatGPT picked up patterns and quirks native to human writing.

Including (sigh) the em dash.

There are other victims here (RIP tapestry and delve 🫠), but the appropriation of the em dash—a punctuation mark beloved by writers everywhere—feels especially personal.

A kind of low-grade panic is ensuing. Writers who once memed their own em dash overuse—the greatest punctuation mark ever to grace the control-freak’s lexicon, frankly—are suddenly backing away to avoid accusations.

No. More. We have centuries of dash-abusing writers behind us. We will not sit quietly while AI repurposes our beloved stilted aside—or the just-one-more clarification the sentence demands—or the dramatic pause your comma could never—etc.

You don’t write like AI—AI writes like you.

Defend the em dash.

(Feel free to download/share/stick it where it matters!)

[weaselle]

[formerlyluckymanticore]

Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

[chaos-ducks]

Absolutely never.

[fluffemon]

this dialogue is just screaming tkfic inspo isn't it.... interesting 😌

[fluffemon]

HI omg corbeau pfp spotted aksnaksmsl i saw that you have a fic for him and will read it soon~ but as someone that wants to write their own corbeau fic do you have any hcs for our favorite mafia boss bc i am struggling

HIIII oh boy do i have hcs for this man. i am sooooo plza brainrotted atm it is crazy (this is also a call for ppl to send me their corbeau hcs!!!)

because its my favourite trope of all time, i absolutely hc that mr grumpy mean and snarky is insanely and ridiculously ticklish. he gets very flustered and embarrassed when people find out because it doesn't match with his tough guy persona to have such an easily exploited weakness that makes him smile and laugh so easily

i think he definitely wasn't tickled much/at all as a kid. we know he didn't really have family around so i feel like he didn't have those close relationships and focused instead on being cutthroat and working his way up

philippe finds out by accident (because these are My hcs and will fulfil My favourite tropes 😤), and ever since, he's used it against corbeau when he thinks he needs to lighten up, or wants to show people his softer side

as he gets to know the other guys from plza, they end up finding out too, because it can only be avoided for so long. (cookin up something w ivor atm 🙂‍↕️)

[cricket-tks]

Oh man. I like laughter. I like when humans laugh. I like when people make each other laugh. I like when people enjoy laughing and seek out the things that make them laugh. I like it when people laugh so hard they cry. I like when people make that strangled squeak noise as they push out the very last of their air and then draw in a big gasp. I like it when people wheeze and cough and make silly noises. I like it when people can barely talk through their laughter. I like it when people enjoy mirth and togetherness in such a human thing. I like giggles and snickers and huffs and cackles. I like laughter a normal amount and I *don't* think excessively about it every day. I definitely don't get really really flustered when my friends or anyone I admire is giggling really bad and they can't even talk because they're so lost in mirth and their words are barely more than squeaks and OH MY GOD if it's because of ME? I will die. I love it when two people were laughing but they finally calm down and then they look each other in the eyes and immediately start laughing again. I like joy and happiness and laughter and friendship. I'm so normal. I love it when people enjoy other people's laughs. I love it when people want to make other people laugh. I love it when people tickle each other in order to make them laugh. I love it when people can just let everything go and relinquish control of their body and mind in a moment of pure, real, unadulterated love and laughter. the trust it takes to give someone the power to make you laugh yourself sick. the absolute reward it is when it happens. the vulnerability of it. ohhh man my face is red. i like laughter i like tickling i like human behaviors i like them a lot. ok. p. post over

[magma-queen]

I.. I NEED TICKLISH CORBEAU IN MY LIFE

[pokemon]

Boss's Orders

illus. akagi - Pokémon TCG Expansion—Ascended Heroes (2026)

[fluffemon]

TUMBLR'S NOT LETTING ME REPLY PRIVATELY SO AKSJDHKASNDKASNKD BUT THANK Y O U FOR THE V V ADORABLE FLUFF !!! It was so well written n just had me all giddy all throughout (especially with that mental image of Corbeau just,,,, becoming a giggly pile of mush by the end askjdhakjsnd),,, the plza cast have my whole heart and I'd love to see more of them from you eheheeee 💖💖💖✨✨✨✨✨

SJSSJSGASKSGA THANK YOUUUU OMG THIS MADE ME SOSOSO HAPPYYYY 💖💖💖💖

[fluffemon]

The Human Ladder

[author's note: this has been in my head for daaaaaaays so here's my first fic!!!]

word count: 1,149 philippe is running training at the rust syndicate for one of their most important shows of teamwork and skill. corbeau is pulled into a demonstration.

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“Alright, everyone! Today we’ll be practicing the human ladder! Line up!” Philippe’s voice bellowed across the Rust Syndicate’s training hall.

He stood with his hands behind his back, eyes fixed on the grunts ahead of him as they organised themselves into two rows, shoulder to shoulder, standing to attention. Corbeau stood to the side of the room, watching interestedly, his back against the black-painted wall. This was one of the most important drills in the Syndicate, crucial for new recruits to master quickly, and there were none better to teach it than Philippe with his masses of physical strength.

“The human ladder is our ultimate show of teamwork. It requires great strength, balance, and will. Some of you here will be attempting it for the first time today. You may fail. This is normal.”

Some of the newer grunts let out small sighs of relief at Philippe’s words. The Syndicate’s outward reputation would have you believe you’d be kicked out—or worse—at the first sign of failure. The corner of Corbeau’s mouth twitched, pleased to see the reputation remained intact even within the Syndicate.

“By the end of the day, you should be able to accomplish two things. First, you should be able to balance a standing colleague on your shoulders. Second, you should be able to balance, standing, on a colleague’s shoulders. Mr Corbeau, sir?”

Corbeau’s eyes flicked across to meet Philippe’s, and he raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Aid me in demonstration, please, sir.” Philippe’s demeanour remained unchanged. “Not to worry, I do not expect you to lift me.”

Corbeau didn’t usually take part in these drills. Oftentimes, really, he was in his office, watching from afar, completing paperwork or training his Pokémon. Today he’d only made an appearance to monitor the new recruits, judge how they performed. He wanted to decline, wanted to keep his standoffish persona intact for now, but it wouldn’t be becoming of a leader. He stepped across the padded floor, towards Philippe, coming to stand beside him on his right, his head reaching Philippe’s shoulder.  

Philippe turned back to face the grunts, moving to stand behind Corbeau, whose mouth formed a tight line. “Your first drill will be in partners. First, you will work on lifting your partner. Observe.”

In a swift motion, Philippe grabbed Corbeau roughly under the arms, intending to hoist him into the air. Corbeau’s arms immediately clamped down, and a strangled noise escaped his mouth. He could feel his ears burn.

The room froze. No-one could deny what they had heard, although Corbeau fought to maintain a steely composure. Philippe leaned down, hands still clamped in place. “Are you hurt, boss?” he asked in a low voice.

“No.”

The tension in Corbeau’s voice immediately clarified the situation for Philippe. It was impossible to stop himself from smiling. Corbeau, ticklish? And in front of the Syndicate, no less? This would be an interesting drill indeed.

Pretending he hadn’t realised what was going on, he lifted Corbeau into the air as if he weighed nothing at all. Veins bulged across Corbeau’s forehead, his full focus on maintaining his composure and praying that the grunts hadn’t realised what just happened. It felt like an age before his feet were back on the floor, and he let out a sigh of relief.

He thought it was over.

“Now, that lift is useful if your partner is shorter than you in height,” Philippe continued, his hands still firmly on Corbeau. “If you are closer in height, you may want to grip here instead.” He slid his hands down to Corbeau’s sides, and dug in his fingers—to get a better grip for lifting, of course, and certainly without any ulterior motive.

It was not over.

Corbeau cracked, feeling his legs buckle and his steely composure disintegrate in one fell swoop. “Ack—Phi—naha—” He clamped his mouth shut as soon as he felt the first giggles disrupt his speech.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, lightened somewhat. Grunts, seasoned experts and rookies alike, shared glances, some stifling laughs of their own. Philippe’s grin spread from ear to ear as he effortlessly held Corbeau in place and watched him dissolve in his grasp, wiggling his fingers ever so slightly, unseen to the grunts but absolutely felt by Corbeau.

"Some of you may prefer lifting from the waist. Ensure you have a tight grip if so," Philippe explained, digging his fingers in again to demonstrate said tight grip, a mischievious look plastered across his face.

"Phil-ee-eep!" Corbeau bucked and twisted against his fingers, but it was no use. He could feel his face burn crimson.

"Although some of you may prefer the first technique, of course." Philippe's hands flew back into Corbeau's armpits, no longer even trying to hide his intentions. "I think this is the boss's favourite, considering how happy he is!"

Corbeau wanted nothing more than to melt into the floor. The dam was broken, his laughter was unrestrained, and uncharacteristic giggles filled the air. Tears of mirth began to gather at the corners of his eyes and his smile stretched wide despite desperate attempts to stifle his laughter. "Philihihippe, please! I cahahan't!"

Sensing Corbeau had had enough, Philippe loosened his grip enough for the boss to sink down into a sitting position at his feet, his tie askew, hair ruffled, and cheeks rosy. Any tension in the room had truly melted away, as had the new grunts' threatening impression of the Syndicate. It couldn't be all that scary if its leader had a weakness so easily exploited, right?

Philippe clapped, and the grunts' heads snapped back to face him. "We all have weaknesses, even the very toughest among us! But what is important is that we help each other in spite of these weaknesses." He reached a hand down to Corbeau, who accepted, and pulled him back to his feet. Corbeau scowled, but there wasn't any real malice behind his eyes.

"We learn each other's weaknesses so we can protect each other. Having the courage to share your weaknesses is strength. Clear?"

The grunts stood to attention immediately. "Yes, sir!"

"Good. Now partner up, and practice that lifting. Any parting words, boss?"

All eyes became trained on Corbeau once more, his ears still burning from embarrassment. Scanning the room, though, not a single pair of eyes seemed to look down upon him. Each grunt still held Corbeau in the highest regard, despite what they had seen.

"Do not breathe a word of this to anyone outside of this room. Dismissed."

With that, the grunts paired up and distanced themselves across the room to practice. Corbeau and Philippe trailed off to the side of the room, towards the door.

Corbeau narrowed his eyes at Philippe. "We'll have words about this later." But despite the malice in his voice, there was still the ghost of a smile across his face.