I've got so much Corbeau brainrot y'all it's not even funny
Beta read by the fantastic @godserene !
Corbeau wasn’t one to let his emotions show.
He had clawed his way from the depths by forgetting that part of himself. After all, his feelings had never brought him any good.
That is, until you came around.
Team MZ’s secret weapon had left their imprint on the entirety of Lumiose. After all, they had saved the city from utter ruin, and they had brought about the Mega-Evolution of the city that Quasartico had failed to deliver.
They had made it look so simple.
They had become so powerful so quickly. They had quickly assembled their core team, propelling to the front of the ZA royale, seemingly without trying. It almost looked effortless for them.
Almost.
But, everyone had cracks in their foundation.
And yours were starting to show.
The Rust Syndicate’s office was the one place you could get away from the public eye: away from nosy reporters, adoring fans, and battle-hungry competitors.
At first, Corbeau had been apathetic to your presence. Most of the time, you sat in his office, scrolling on your phone.
It was nice to find some quiet, you had said. Not even Hotel Z was safe anymore. Your victory had been amazing for business.
Corbeau could certainly understand wanting to be free from the public eye.
Recently, your visits to his office had become more frequent.
Corbeau couldn’t tell if you actually enjoyed his company, or if you just wanted quiet.
One stormy afternoon, you trudged into Corbeau’s office, not even bothering to wipe the rain from your boots. Groaning, you flopped onto one of the couches. “Why did you let me become the hero of Lumiose?”
“Hello to you, too.” He said, chuckling.
“I can’t go anywhere anymore without being swarmed. Even Canari said it was bad.”
“I could easily get you a security detail.” Corbeau straightened a stack of papers. “I have plenty of grunts that would keep the people away.”
“No,” You sighed. “I don’t want them to be scared of me.”
“Fear is a powerful tactic.” He said.
“For you.”
“For me.” He smirked.
“I just wish…” You trailed off.
Corbeau raised an eyebrow.
“I’m still glad I did it. I always will be. But I wish people will understand that I’m just… I’m just a normal person, you know?” You sat up, looking at Corbeau. “How do you cope with the fact that you won’t ever be seen as just… a guy?”
“Because that’s not how I want to be seen.” He stood from his desk. “I worked for years to build my reputation. Normal is not a word that can describe people like us.” He sat down next to you.
“I wish it was.”
“Normal isn’t meant for who we are. We’re great.” He said. “And greatness can inspire love, or it can bring fear. Clearly, you and I are on different sides of the spectrum.”
“We don’t have to be.” You said. “You’re a good guy, Corbeau. Even if you insist you’re not.”
Corbeau chuckled. “You keep saying that.”
“Would a bad guy let me interrupt his work all the time to get away?”
“He would if he had ulterior motives.” Corbeau said. “Much can be gained from offering a reprieve.”
“Do you have ulterior motives with me?” You asked.
Corbeau smirked. “You tell me.”
You looked away from him, the blush growing on your cheeks.
“I was serious about the security detail.” He said. “I’ll go with you myself, if I have to.”
“I told you, I don’t need that.” You sighed. “I just… need to convince them I’m a normal person.”
“You’re not a normal person. You’re—“
“If you call me the hero of Lumiose, I’m sending all my Pokemon out and telling them to hit you.”
“I was going to say that you’re incredible.”
You fell silent.
“The way you fight, the way you move, the way you strategize… You’re remarkable. So, don’t go around saying you’re normal.” He smirked, his gaze lingering on you. Suddenly, he stood from the couch, walked over to his desk, and slammed his laptop shut. “Now. I’ve been meaning to go over to the Sushi High Roller to try out their seasonal menu… what do you say we blow this joint?”
“That depends… are you paying?”
Corbeau chuckled. “But of course— anything for the hero of Lumiose.” He said, extending a hand.
You took it, standing. “Don’t call me that, and we have a deal.”
Other Pokémon seem so happy to evolve, and sometimes they even really want to..
What does it feel like?
Does it feel comforting?
Does it feel strange?
Do other Pokémon even remember how it feels once it's over?
I don't know...
I'm not saying this because I am wanting to evolve, I'm happy with who and how I am, but I also feel like I'm missing out on something. I like being just a Snom, but I can't help but wonder what it's like...
I'm sorry that this is sort of coming out of nowhere, it's just getting into the season where a lot of others finally evolve.
Shoutout to Twisted for having the lines “science says you’re dead and gone forever reason says I’m talking to the air but something in my heart some secret hidden part illogically insist that you are there somewhere” and “he fucked a tiger” be in the same musical
I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
My Black Butler obsession has come back in full force-- please enjoy my attempt at an x reader fanfiction.
Reader is gender neutral.
Slight TW for Manipulative Sebastian.
Your mother had warned about men like him.
They took what they wanted, and would do anything to get it.
Lie.
Cheat.
Seduce.
Perhaps this had all been some sort of game to him.
Even after all these months, he couldn’t even talk to you as an equal outside of the bedroom.
“Honestly, I expected better from you. You ought to know how to properly polish silver by now. I did not think you were as daft as the others… perhaps I must reconsider.”
His words hit you like a slap to the face.
This man– who mere hours earlier had been purring sweet nothings from between your thighs– now admonished you like you were a common servant.
Which you were.
But you were– at least, you thought you were– something more to him.
Not just a subordinate.
Not just a coworker.
“Sebastian–” You started, stopping when he shot you a look.
“The master is having guests in six hours.” He said sharply. “It would be shameful for them to be eating off of tarnished silver.”
You bit your lip, taking the polishing cloth in your hand.
That evening, you found yourself waiting for him.
You knew you shouldn’t.
He had insulted you.
And yet–
The familiar hunger settled in your abdomen when he knocked.
He said nothing as he entered your room.
You moved away from him as he sat on your bed.
“Are you cross with me?” He asked, moving closer to you.
“I should be.” You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear.
“Whatever for?” He snaked his arms around your waist.
“You lectured me earlier.” You mumbled, resting his forehead on his shoulder.
“It was just business, pet.” He stroked your hair. “You know how it is.”
“Just business.” You echoed.
“I cannot offer you preferential treatment. It would be unfair to the other servants.” He pulled you forward, settling you onto his lap. “Besides…” His lips brushed your neck. “I already give you preferential treatment, hm?”
You gasped, heat coiling low in your abdomen.
Even if this was transactional, you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed what he was able to give.
“I prefer not to talk about work in my downtime.” He mumbled against your skin. “Let us busy our mouths with other things.”
His teeth grazed your sensitive spot, drawing a sharp breath.
The low chuckle that escaped his lips sent a shiver through your body.
“You taste so sweet, my dear.”
He adjusted his hold, bringing you to eye level before kissing you.
You didn’t even notice your head had hit the pillow until he pulled away.
“Let me make it up to you, hm?” He murmured, smirking.
And he did.
Afterwards, you were trembling as he laid you down.
“I hope that makes up for it, pet.”
“Makes up for… makes up for what?” You panted.
You honestly couldn’t remember what you had been angry about.
