Frearl
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“You know, it’s one thing for Philippe to call me a kid, considering he could be old enough to be Lida’s dad. But you? I’m not a kid, I’m probably the same damn age as you,” you scoff once the elevator door fully closes.
He hums softly, making a face like he’s thinking on it for a minute, then smirks. “Hmm. Alright, brat.”
“I have a name,” you grit out, crossing your arms and placing your weight in one of your hips.
He leans back against the couch, bringing up his right leg to rest his ankle on his left knee again as his eyes pierce back into yours. “Sure. Now, sit.”
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a detailed look at the progression of your relationship with lumiose’s local yakuza boss
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- Part 3 of corbeau x reader insert
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“I thought you were a stuck-up asshole like your father, but you... I see fear in your eyes...”
He growled. “There's no fear!” He wasn't afraid! He was just... yes, what? What was he? Pathetic? Yes, absolutely. There was no question about that. Prince of Kremnos. Traded like a cheap trophy. Like a common whore. He was worth little more than the dirt on the street. Pathetic… “I'm not afraid,” he repeated. More to himself than to the other. Damn, even he could hear how damn weak his voice sounded.
The warm fingers that had just been wrapped around his closed trembling hands now wandered to his face, cupping his cheek, patting it gently. “Mydeimos... I'm not here to... to take your dignity.”
Dignity?
Did he even have any left?
Hadn't his father clearly shown that he had already taken it away from him?
“Then what for?” he asked, his throat constricted. He could hardly breathe. Why was Phainon here, if not to claim his prize?
“Your father... he... he has to go.”
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Presenting as an omega was the first of many mistakes he made.
Trusting Phainon, who won the right to claim him, was not one of them.Bookmarked by Frearl
20 Mar 2026
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"I'd say," the big blond man began, “That went like shit."
Flins let his gaze rest on Varka's face for another moment before slowly letting it wander, analyzing their situation.
Trapped in a space that was too small, with hardly any room to move, crammed between a wall and at least a hundred kilos of man between his legs.
Shit wasn't a word he would have chosen himself... but...
"Yes... you could say that."
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Flins and Varka got trapped in a domain, unable to move without touching eachother.
It's hard to think about anything else, really. And that's not the only thing that's hard. -
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It was supposed to be a deal. His name, her safety, shared power, no debts. Clean lines. Clear terms.
A year later, the Rust Syndicate moves around her without needing orders. Corbeau sleeps better with her in his bed, plans every contingency with her already accounted for, and still insists it’s logistics, not love.
But when a rival syndicate takes the one variable he never prepared for, the city finds out what happens when a man who lives on control finally loses it.
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- Part 4 of The Underground
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Rust & Roses by Cindy_rella
Fandoms: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pokemon Legends: Z-A (Video Game)
31 Jan 2026
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Corbeau built an empire out of fear and desperation, telling himself he needed power to keep the girl he loved safe. But when one of his early enemies hurt her, he convinced himself the cruelest lie he’s ever told, that she would be safer without him. He left, and when he finally came back for her, she was already gone.
Until one day his Arbok falls gravely ill and the only cure comes from a rare Hisuian herb grown by a quiet florist in Lumiose,
the woman he has spent years searching for, years grieving, years wishing he could apologize to.You agrees to make the medicine, but it takes weeks to grow, forcing them into the same space with years of unspoken pain sitting between them. She keeps him at arm’s length, refusing to let him soothe the hurt he caused.
Corbeau would burn down everything he’s built for a second chance.
But she’s the one who must decide whether the man who abandoned her deserves a place in the life she rebuilt without him.