Chrys’ Dump

Chrys | She/her |24| writing I guess(pkmn) Pfp by sharktunarts & header by carbo-nxr4

[wegotfoodathome]

💚Fic List 💚

Hi!

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

I do want to say thank you so, so much to everyone who has been reading my stupid stuff! I am overwhelmed with the amount of support I’ve gotten, and will be forever thankful for it🫶 I hope you continue to enjoy my work!

Fic list below!

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

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 💚

Art Trade with Sharktunarts

[sharktunarts]

based on this

I had to redraw this entire thing because my file got corrupted don't let this flop </3

[wegotfoodathome]

Nothing burger Corbeau comfort 💜✌️

Reader is #depressed but it’s not specified why

Corbeau’s mattress was sunken with your shape. You could count on one hand the number of times you’d climbed out of bed in the past 12 hours- you simply didn’t have the energy to do anything else.

Corbeau didn’t mind your episode. He never did.

Beside you, Corbeau typed away at his laptop, situated comfortably underneath his lap desk with his back against the headboard. Your head was buried in the plush pillows, stomach to the mattress. The sound of him working, fingers dancing across the keys accompanied by the occasional thoughtful hum or grunt, eased some of the melancholy haunting you, though, you couldn’t seem to completely shake the woe that weighed down your heart.

You turned your head onto its side, facing Corbeau. His expression was firm with concentration- lips slightly forward in a pout, eyes narrowed in on his laptop- fiercely handsome. As if he felt your stare, Corbeau looked over. He softened to smile at you.

“Hey.” He reached over and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Hey.” You leaned into his touch. Corbeau noticed, caressing your jaw with his knuckles.

He didn’t ask how you were holding up, he already knew the answer. Instead: “Can I do anything for you?”

“No.”

Corbeau’s hand ran down your back, trailing affectionately across your spine. Slowly, he began rubbing your back, palm pressing against the sore muscles. “You’ll let me know if you need something, yeah?”

You closed your eyes. “Just…keep doing this.”

“Can do.” He hummed, beginning to scratch with his fingertips. You immediately felt more relaxed, closing your eyes with an involuntary sigh.

Corbeau continued as your eyes shut, and you drifted in and out of sleep. You weren’t sure how much time passed, just that your eyes were heavy when Corbeau did stop. His laptop dinged, and he removed his hand suddenly, typing again.

You sighed, burying your head back in the pillow. “You don’t have to stay here with me. I know you’re busy.”

“Huh?” He continued typing for a moment. When he stopped, his hand found its place on your back again, fingers scratching between your shoulder blades. “What do you mean? It’s fine, I can work from here.”

“I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“You’re not.” The mattress shifted as he leaned in and kissed your temple. “I want to be with you.”

“Beau..” you faced him again. The look in his eyes was gentle, but so sincere.

“You’re my partner, after all.” Corbeau kissed your forehead. “I’m happy as long as I’m with you.”

You didn’t have the energy to do anything other than mumble, “I love you.”

“I love you.” He sat back upright, gently patting your back. “But you might not love me tomorrow.”

In response, you raised a brow.

“I’m not letting you spend all day in bed tomorrow. I can’t let you rot here, sunshine. But, today, you can rest.”

[toffee-n-tea]

He's not really done because there are a lot of things I'd like to go in and fix but... No. Just no.

[lavender-milky-tea]

From the Rust Syndicate, the cunning Corbeau...

screen-cap redraw of his introduction in Le Super-Tournoi de Jacinthe

I'll be posting my first attempt at a speed paint (of this work) next week or so, so keep an eye out for that, uwu

[sharktunarts]

some terras i got from a buddy's patreon

get you a girl that can do both

[juuyeah]

More under the cut

I always enjoy a good silly scolipede joke

[m1s0-s0ups]

tried drawing using colored pencils

[nartothelar]

guy who gets a little too excited about pokemon battles

- corbeau constantly tries to control his facial expressions when battling, trying to keep a professional appearance

- corbeau battles emmet twice a day: their session in the morning and in the late evening; recently, if he misses his daily battles, he gets easily irritable

- he controls his volume well, but corbeau’s voice can get very loud if he wants it to

[spiderwillows]

he knows he’s pretty 🐍

philippe isn’t just his right hand man: he’s also his hype man!

if you know me in real life: no you don’t c:

enjoy!

[wegotfoodathome]

Text under break but bc sad not horny

Cw loss and grief I guess

My coworker passed away, we found out today when he didn’t come in for work. We were really close, and I’ve never really had someone die on me like this before. I just don’t even know how to feel? Im so upset in every way that I can’t even pinpoint a single emotion.

Idk what a father figure is supposed to be like, but I think I’d consider him one for me. He did a lot for me, and was there at my toughest times. He was supportive, even when I didn’t want it.

Idk I guess I don’t really have a point with this post. Maybe I won’t be writing for a while, idk. Probably eventually I’ll probably put some of this energy into writing angst. It’s just hard to keep going as is right now when I feel like a decently big part of my life is missing. But the earth will keep spinning and we will continue despite it all.

[nobllite]

Corbeau 🐍

(Might open Comms soon ^^)

[wegotfoodathome]

God knew to kill my love for drawing early bc if I could draw myself kissing Corbeau I’d be too strong (annoying)

[nartothelar]

commission for @dr-miel: philippe taking a cold bath on a hot day!

[nartothelar]

he wants to be intimidating so bad

[wegotfoodathome]

corbeau x reader prompt with corbeau kissing his partner's finger when they boop his nose, which then dissolves into him kissing their hand. :3

This is violently soft thank you sm for the inspo 🫶

Corbeau was nose deep in his work. Literally.

He scrunched over his laptop, shoulders tight and back arched in poor posture, typing away at the keys as though they were what owed him money. The glare on his face was loud, veins popping out of his forehead. Anyone else might be afraid to approach, but you’d grown far too used to him to be nervous.

You walked around Corbeau’s desk, coming up to the side of his chair. “Someone’s busy.”

Corbeau sighed, but didn’t respond immediately. “It’s this stupid legal crap.” He mumbled, not even looking up at you. “If I don’t fill these forms out just so, we could run into a lot of problems down the line.”

“That sucks.” You sat down on the armrest. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s tedious is all.” With a huff, he finished typing, cracking his knuckles in the air. Corbeau turned and looked over the top of his glasses at you, expression softening ever so slightly. “Sorry, I’m being a poor host. What can I do for you, sunshine?”

“Well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to get dinner.” You raised your hand, running your palm through his hair. Corbeau’s eyes shut, leaning into your touch. The corners of his lips twisted into a gentle, handsome, smile. “But,” you continued,” if you’re busy, I understand.”

Corbeau stayed quiet, and you began scratching his scalp with your nails, dark strands of hair slipping between your fingertips. “I am busy.” He mumbled.

“Yeah?” You moved your hand down the side of his face, cupping his chin. “Well I can go pick up something and bring it back for us, if you’d rather. Since you’re so busy, Mr. Businessman.” Playfully, you let go of his jaw, and booped his nose with your pointer finger.

His eyes fluttered open. Corbeau reached for you, his chilled fingertips wrapping around your wrist. With a gentle tug, he pulled your hand to his lips.

Corbeau kissed your wrist first. His eyes fell shut again as his lips drifted over the soft skin there, moving upwards into your palm. Each kiss was slow, reverent, as if time had stopped, no longer a matter for the two of you. Moving up your palm, he took the time to kiss the pads of your fingers. Once he reached the top, he titled your hand forward, so that he could pepper his lips across each of your fingertips.

You weren’t sure what to say. The moment was soft, lying heavy in your heart, so you decided to stay silent.

Corbeau kissed down to your knuckles, the tip of his nose brushing the bone. Following one long kiss, he sighed, and rested his head against your hand, pressing his cheek against your fingers.

For a long moment he stayed like that, and you didn’t bother to move either, eventually closing your eyes as well.

“No,” Corbeau finally answered, kissing your knuckle one last time. “Let’s go out for dinner. That sounds lovely.”

[sharktunarts]

grizzly charms

available during Aozora Market and then online at a later date