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yaboyhoney · 1 year

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Pls do some petrel x reader who’s also a team rocket executive ( i love this man so much and there’s almost no fanfics about him 😭😭😭)

Petrel x Team Rocket Executive Reader!

Petrel thinks highly of himself, being an executive and a master of disguise. He's an excellent actor and in his head, he thinks he does a good job. (my guy, you gave out the passwords and the key to the hero? F performance)

Though he's working for Giovanni, he certainly lives in the lavish perks that is being an executive.

When Team Rocket is trying to get itself back together (think in the events of Heart Gold/ Soul Silver) Petrel gets paired up with a new Team Rocket member, which is you with your guaranteed spot to becoming executive. But you need training, which is where he comes in.

Despite his criminal deeds and wrongdoing, Petrel considers himself to still be a nice guy and helps you adjust to the change of being an executive. But when he sees exactly how new you are, taking on a leadership role of having grunts and having to manage things, he's rather curious as to what gave you that position to begin with.

You may be a Team Rocket member, but for some reason you have a very nice demeanor? You treat everyone so kindly that the grunts argue about who gets to be in your team. Having grown a soft spot for you, due to your eagerness to do your best despite it being unlawful, he decides to stick around some more after he's done training you. He can't help but to gloat internally when he hears you call him, "Senpai!"

But what's your deal? What's your talent? What got you into Team Rocket to begin with? He can't help but to wonder. You're a nice person, you're more than decent. Team Rocket isn't exactly a place where he'd think he meet you.

But he never gets to find out your past when Team Rocket is swiftly defeated by Gold, an up and coming trainer who thwarted all of their plans. You weren't present at the Radio Tower. But it was through Petrel's broadcast that you heard that Team Rocket was defeated. Over and through.

Life after Team Rocket is rough. Petrel lost all of his power and connections. He even lost you. Grunts that tried to reassemble Team Rocket were quickly found and defeated, before being arrested. There isn't enough to reform Team Rocket.

Then one day, he's caught. The International Police had cornered him, on a day he wasn't wearing a disguise. They take him away to a location he's never heard of, a secret building.

While he's being escorted, he's left alone in a room with his hands free. He waits there for a few minutes before you open the door.

Petrel doesn't know whether to feel joy or betrayal, not really understanding why you were here. You then explain to him that you were looking for him after Team Rocket disbanded. The International Police got to you first but you were able to cut a deal with them, if you worked with them, you wouldn't be arrested.

But then they had you hunting down the Team Rocket Executives to try and bring them to justice. You explained you were trying to intercept Petrel before they did, in fact you were trying to find all of the other executives. International Police got to them before you did, to his belief. So you call in the other executives into the room and they walk in one by one. It's where you offer him a new deal as well.

Become the international Police's number one master of disguise and spy agent with you. Work together with the other executives but for a good cause this time. Petrel doesn't accept right away, but you tell him of all the good benefits, the good wages, the paid vacation times, and how he'd be able to travel. He keeps his Pokemon and becoming an agent will null him of his previous crimes working in Team Rocket.

He can't help but to laugh before taking a few days to think it over. He eventually accepts the deal and starts to live a better life with you.

The two of you are sent out on spy missions, acting as a couple. With Petrel's master of disguises, he's able to portray himself as any partner, any asset you need.

He still somewhat pines for the days you call him, "Senpai," when he thought life was easier. But now? It's getting harder and harder to look at you in the eyes when you call him the affectionate nickname, endearing ones meant for a partner. He can't help but to look at how nice a ring looks on you. The way you smile when you hold each other's hands...

Petrel was never a simple man meant for a simple life but when he's in your gaze, he feels for a moment, complete.

#petrel x reader #pokemon x reader #my writing

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ravenpuffheadcanons · 10 months

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From experience, I knew what to do. Write. Write anything. Bad sentences, meaningless sentences, anything to get the mind fixed again to that sheet of paper and oblivious of the 'real' world. Write until the words begin to make sense, the cogs mesh, the wheels start to turn, the creaking movement quickens and becomes a smooth, oiled run, and then, with luck, exhaustion will be forgotten, and the real writing will begin. But look up once from that paper, get up from the table to make coffee, or stir the fire, even just raise your head to look outside the window, and you may as well give up until tomorrow. Or forever.

-Stormy Petrel, Mary Stewart

#LOVED this book #loved how it was pretending to be a romance/adventure story but was actually a travelogue/writing book in disguise #which is perhaps why the mystery wasn't that great (but i didn't mind)#anyway i loved this on the main character dealing with writer's block #i know regular breaks are important while writing but procrastinating during writer's block in particular always leaves me worse off #writing advice #stormy petrel #mary stewart #lou writes

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smol-feralgremlin · 1 year

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Hello and happy STS! :D If your main characters were sucked into our world, The Devil Is a Part-Timer-style (i.e., dropped into our world without the resources/status they had in theirs, transformed into basically human with no powers, and the only thing they've got are the clothes on their back and their memories), how well would they fare? What would they do to survive, who's failing at adapting and how, and most importantly, who is working at McDonald's?

Hello! I started this moments after you sent it in, and then my brain proceeded to go on strike about writing ANYTHING. But better late than never right?

Soooooo...this is gonna be a shit show. None of the worlds I've created are like our own(?) so I'll do Shadow Triad.

It's gonna be a little long, so it's all under the read more.

Oli takes things as they come. He adapts fairly well and spends a good amount of time consoling Petrel, while supporting Vailon in his attempts to find work while also looking for his own work. There's always someone who is looking for a little help with metalworking or carpentry. He finds himself incredibly frustrated by the fact he can't just call breezes to him anymore to cool him down as he works or to move things around, or catch voices better, but otherwise the loss of his magic isn't as bad as it could be. Being the calmest of the three, and usually known as the "ringleader" he becomes even more of a sturdy rock for his partners.

Vailon adapts best of well, he's done so many odd jobs in his own world that its not a problem for him to do it again, and this time he doesn't have to try and hide what hes doing from his parents so it goes even better. He's the one who works at McDonalds, and he doesn't hate it. It's different from the other food service jobs because its our world, but not so different he can't get the hang of it in a day or so.

The one who has the hardest time adapting is Petrel, because now she's in a world with none of her family connections and few skills that would be useful for life here. She's always been working as a spy under her grandfather since she was a young teen, and as an assassin since she was 20. Both are things that require...a lot of what she now doesn't have now because she's separated from her family connections, the moneys shes earned herself, and her family wealth.

The other problem is just how FILTHY she comprehends our world as. She keeps asking cleaning staff for the supplies necessary to clean things herself, or when shes not allowed to do it herself she'll ask for someone to do it while she watches. And she's very polite about it. But that's not exactly how things work here and it's incredibly distressing for her. She's used to people knowing who she is, and accommodating her "quirks". She's been asked to leave several buildings actually. Turns out most people don't appreciate having someone who flinches and keeps throwing pinches of salt when a shadow moves too quickly, the constant knocking at doorways, rearranging things to stop the worst of the feelings of foreboding and how if she doesn't fix things a vengeful spirit can and will get her. Especially devastating is the loss of her wardrobe, which has the fine linen gloves she uses to protect herself from directly touching surfaces, and all her soaps and cleansing salts and all manner of things she uses to keep herself feeling clean. Oh dear, she'd lose her shit about the quality of fabrics and the state of the textile industry. (in that she's devastated about how bad it can be) There's so many things she has trouble with in regards to our world. She stays at home a lot where she can actually control things.

She does ink wash paintings to sell, which she values at a fair price, which is rather high considering the materials used and the fact that she's been honing her skills since she was very young, which means that it doesn't always sell very quickly and she's just a little bit distraught about it because she wants to contribute to the household funds. So what's a woman who knows she's attractive and isn't afraid to show off supposed to do? Starts an Onlyfans or something similar and goes for nudes. Vailon and Oli help compose the shots. No one else has to touch her and she can do everything in the safety and comfort of being at home. She sells her ink wash paintings alongside her explicit material as well. Win-win in her opinion.

Vailon picked up on social media really fast. Oli adapted well to it and Petrel is a minor snob about it, preferring paper and ink, which both men playfully tease her about.

"Petrel, people are going to think you were raised by the elderly people of this world." "I don't care. I didn't practice to have an elegant hand under my grandmothers tutelage for nothing, which a necessary skill for a refined noble lady, and I will not disgrace my grandmothers teaching or the art of ink and paper by dulling my fingertips on glass in order to communicate my words." "lol" "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!"

#thank you for the ask!#Petrel has decided that this world is her personal hell #As much as he teases her #Vailon is empathetic to her struggles #and while Oli is the rock of the trio #Vailon and Petrel do their best to make sure he feels appreciated and cared for as well #Overall Vailon is having the better time of things #asks #writeblr #gremlin writing #Shadow Triad

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calamity-queen · 1 year

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I want to write a “Scotty Doesn’t Know” inspired fic with Giovanni. That being said, who should be “Scotty?”

#blair.exe speaks #blair.exe writes #Pokémon #pokémon fanfiction #Giovanni #rocket leader giovanni #team rocket giovanni #pokemon giovanni #giovanni x reader #scotty doesn't know #elite four lance #blue oak #red pokemon #lt. surge #koga pokemon #team rocket proton #team rocket archer #team rocket petrel

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yandere-writer-momo · 7 months

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I’m currently foaming at the mouth for some Karou Emperor Penguin Harpy x Adelie Penguin Harpy Reader Headcannons (I watched that video and it was absolutely cute, especially the babies, I love baby animals 🥹🥰)

Please feed us Seymour (If you don’t get that reference, it’s 1986 Little Shop of Horrors)

I’m currently giggling and kicking my feet thinking about Child Kaoru as a Baby Penguin 🤭

I feel like my harpy (and fantasy Au’s in general) fascinates the masses. So I can write them real quick.

Yandere Baki Head Canon

Hanayama Kaoru x Older! Reader (Harpy AU)

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Emperor Penguin Hanayama

He was a foolish young chick. He wandered off a lot and picked fights with other penguins since he was much larger than the others, which left him to be respected and feared among his peers

A shame he thought he could take on a giant petrel alone. The older harpy left him covered in deep wounds and probably would have ended his life if you hadn’t appeared… a small Adélie penguin. You fearlessly threw your small body between the petrel and him, which in turn made the petrel flee (no harpy in these frozen wastelands would take on an adelie)

When you turned to check on him, it’s the first time Kaoru ever felt his heart flutter. You were his savior… his future mate. You must care about him if you stepped in to save his life!

Hanayama revels in your care as you assist him back to his colony. He snuggles his body close to yours as you usher him back. He is practically glued to your side

Hanayama won’t let a single penguin insult you for your arrival. Nor will he let anyone try to take you as their mate. He’s decided you’re going to be his

Hanayama chases away all competition and he’s even willing to fight to stay by your side. He doesn’t care that he’s younger. He doesn’t care that you don’t see him as more than just a little sibling, he won’t mate unless it’s with you

The older he gets, there’s no questioning how massive he is compared to the others. He’s intimidating with his various scars. Some from the petrel and others from various battles he’s been in (such as fighting off a rival colony that killed his father). Hanayama is not to be trifled with

And he forced you to stay in his colony with his own power and the various members of his colony. You’re referred to as “the boss’s wife.”

Expect to be dazzled with various pebbles and shells. Hanayama hunts the biggest fish for you and he’s made you the most brilliant of nests. He only collects the very best for you. The size difference doesn’t matter to him

You’re at a point in your life where you know you need to mate or you’ll end up without chicks… so you have no choice but to accept Hanayama’s overbearing affection. He’s practically over the moon when you say yes

Expect him to be with you as much as he physically can. He will be the very best mate and he would never leave you for another… after all, he knows adelies mate for life

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notquitehuman-creations · 7 months

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cw : mild blood / gore , average iots stuff

(under cut bc i love ya /p)

finished my design for Siren!Noah of the Waters ^^

[Text(top to bottom):

""Noah of the Waters""

"Siren!Noah"

"- Island of the Slaughtered -"

"- siren form based on a Diving Petrel"

"- can only 'fly' underwater"

"- hoarse voice from strangulation, with the exception of his 'song'(humming)"

"- can't leave the lake/river"

"- has difficulty speaking while not submerged"]

feel free to use my design for fanart/writing/whatever(with credit ofc)! if you do, pls tag me too I wanna see :>

#artists on tumblr #digital art #art #total drama #island of the slaughtered #td noah #total drama noah #fanart #love him sm #cw blood #cw death #might make this into a speedpaint #the recording is perfectly my time length after all #we'll see #nqh art

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swanmaids · 5 months

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thank you @ethanray for letting me write for your gorgeous @fall-for-tolkien piece young elwing with birds! i hope you like this short drabble sequence. read it on ao3 here.

The daughter of Nimloth the White and Dior Eluchíl the Beautiful is born at night under a blaze of stars shining against the silver waters of the Lanthir Lamath. Star-Spray, her mother names her as she rests, for the beauty of it as it lights up her newborn face, each tiny eyelash picked out perfectly in the light. Eyes closed, she curls into her mother’s breast.

The song of the nightingale has scarcely been heard in Beleriand since the departure of Melian. But as the dawn rolls over the horizon, their chorus rings throughout Ossiriand. It seems to say: sister.

Hello, the terns that nest in the soupy marshes at Sirion say to Elwing, we love you.

We love you, say the gulls, as they dive between the painted houses of the Edain. We love you, say the petrels as they make their way overhead to faraway places unseen and unheard of.

It is a small thing, but it helps, in its way. Elwing is only three, and she is very lonely. She holds her secret kinship with the seabirds of Sirion close to her chest –- like her father’s gem, it is precious, and so it is worth caring for.

“Is it true you can speak to birds?” the boy Eärendil asks her, not long after his arrival at the Havens.

Elwing shrugs a little. “They speak to me. Sometimes they listen, too.”

“Wow.” He kicks lightly at the sand. “I wish I could do something like that.”

She looks at him, from the corner of her eye. There is an earnestness in his young face that she likes. “I could show you how I call them to me, if you’d like.”

She holds out an arm, whistles, and they watch together, smiling, as the seabirds dive down towards them.

Here, the gull tells her. Look.

Elwing follows it across the sand, to the small tidal pool where it perches. Floating in the water amid the hair-like weeds: a bottle of blue sea-glass stoppered with a cork. She pulls it out, and unrolls the parchment within.

Elwing, beloved , the letter begins, all is well on the maiden voyage of Vingilot. But I miss you so!

She feels herself begin to smile, and hugs the letter against her breast. The gull rises into the air, its work done, and Elwing’s heart soars with it, high among the stars and the clouds.

The fairy terns hop along the shore in a miniature ballet, while Elwing’s sons watch, enraptured. Friends? One tern asks, shy. Friends. She assures it.

She pushes her bare toes into the sand as she observes the scene. Sirion is at its best in high summer: the laughter of children ringing along the beach, the shimmer of the sun and the Silmaril against the waves, the migratory birds returning towards the warmer weather. The twins’ father will be home soon, too.

One brave tern steps onto Elrond’s chubby hand. Another flutters towards Elros. All around them, tender joy takes flight.

#my post #my fic #earendil #elwing #starwing #peredhil

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kvalenagle · 6 months

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Okay, I've been summoned to Tumblr by cute Satra and Lei fan art, so I should probably introduce myself and my books. Hello! I'm Vale, and I write creature fantasy as K. Vale Nagle. If you like interesting gryphons, you're in the right place: aquatic diving petrel/fishing cat gryphons, poisonous hooded pitohui/tiger gryphons, pretty gyrfalcon/snow leopard gryphons, intimidating Haast's eagle/saber-toothed tiger gryphons, soggy sandgrouse/sand cat gryphons, and a lot more. My series are epic fantasy using mostly real (though sometimes extinct) animals, free of humans but full of queer characters, intrigue, large battles, and ecological apocalypses. My cover art is by Jeff Brown, with interior graphite pieces by Brenda Lyons and gryphon chapter headers by Kittrel (whose chibi hearts you may have seen). I also have a short story collection (best read anytime after Starling, book three) with a beak-cute lesbian gryphon love story with terror birds, a Gryphon vs. Nature blizzard apocalypse tale, a Christmas-y story, and something pretty close to zombies. I've also written a full novel set in the world of Dire by John Bailey called Coldbright which can be found in the Tales of Feathers & Flames anthology. If you like GryphIns but you want something with more mystery, almost horror, as told through the eyes of a snarky little opinicus and his dire gryphon ex-boyfriend, it's a great read this time of year. I love and appreciate all the fan mail, fan fiction, fan letters, and people reaching out about this series. I'm a little slow replying, as I started writing the series right after getting diagnosed with a catastrophic autoimmune system. The treatments are pretty intense, and it's easiest for me to spend my time and energy writing. I used to have a few pen names across several genres, but for the most part, all of my energy goes into finishing up GryphIns. I'm married to dragon author Glenn Birmingham, so if you've seen us posting pictures of our cats and thought it's strange they share a name, they're the same cats. And that's about it. Just a queer author writing gryphony books when I'm not walking my cat. A few common answers to questions: Q: There are sometimes typos in social media, why is that? A: Catastrophic APS means I've had a stroke (and associated memory loss), so when a copy editor isn't coming up behind me, there'll be doubled words and typos from time-to-time. I used to worry about them, since they don't look good if you're an author! But I'd rather reply to fan letters and kind posts. I think if you've read my author notes at the back of my books, you know to expect a few doubled words here and there. Q: When you say a queer author, what do you mean? A: Since people ask about own voices and I have a lot of lgbtqia+ characters in my books, I'm pan, demi, trans, and genderfluid. I'm lucky enough to have a lot of queer friends and first readers who make sure I don't mess up any characters. Q: When's the next GryphIns novel coming out? A: Some years, I spend a lot of my time fighting health insurance battles, and it slows me down. Pridelord (#8) is currently in line edits. It's twice as long as Eyrie and three times as long as Coldbright, so it's a pretty big book! It shouldn't be too much longer. You'll know it's just about time because you'll hear James Scott Spaid talk about narrating the audiobook. Q: How many books will there be in GryphIns? A: I'm famous for underestimating how many books it takes to finish a series. My other pen names all wrote short stories and standalone novels, so my proposal for GryphIns originally had five books. Jeff Brown is wrapping up the cover for Saberbeak (#9) and Nighthaunt (#10). If I end up needing one more book to finish, though, don't be too surprised.

#Gryphon Insurrection #GryphIns #queer books #creature fantasy #genderfluid

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xlxvesxckx · 1 year

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Promoted. [Yandere!Giovanni]

Synop: You've been a Team Rocket member for a while now, and you've noticed a change in your Boss. Little do you know what he has planned for you.

Character(s): Giovanni (Pokemon) Rating: 16+ Word Count: 1k words Tags: Obsession, kidnapping, stalking, intimidation.

a/n: Hi! Hello! Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening to all! I am back in action with posting! I think I want to shift to writing mostly Yandere themed fanfics (to play more into the name/theme of the blog) so with this post my ask box is officially open again and I look forward to writing for you all again.

You’ve been a part of Team Rocket for many years now, in fact, it’ll be your 5 years in a few days. You were basically an admin, you were above your fellow henchmen but below the main four admins.

You didn’t mind, it meant less talking for you.

But recently you noticed something…off.

You started to see less and less of your fellow peers. Usually grunts that you would hang out with after shifts started to avoid you like the plague. And you began to see more of the admins.

Ariana would accompany you whenever you had missions, never leaving you alone or allowing you to capture pokemon.

Proton and Petrel were like your personal bodyguards, you couldn’t even breathe without them being near you.

And Archer…he was the worst.

You could be teaching new grunts about the new routes they would be working and the schemes that they will be working.

“Y/n. The Boss said that would be too dangerous for you..”

“Y/n. I need you to be alongside me for this mission. Boss’s orders.”

“Y/n. Boss recommends this change in your uniform.”

You wanted to scream. It was always what the boss wanted for you!

You rarely got to see the male, he was always cooped up in his office or galavanting off in that damned gym of his. It was beyond irritating.

Giovanni was your boss, the big scary boss of Team Rocket/Rainbow Rocket. And you only saw him a maximum of three times, and the most recent time was two weeks ago.

You were being briefed on a mission, you were being sent off with Jesse, James and Meowth, a trio you loved working with so much due to their spunk and their energy. While you were walking past him, you felt eyes on you. When you looked up you locked eyes with Giovanni.

It felt wrong locking eyes with your boss, especially since so many people feared him.

However when you looked into his eyes...you saw something different.

Not only that, you felt like there were eyes on you at all times, even when you were in your most private of settings. You felt like he had someone watching your every mood so he knew everything.

And that day in his office, the way he looked at you solidified the thoughts you were thinking.

He stared at you with emotions you can't describe, one could only describe it as obsession.

So you quickly ran to go join Jesse and James.

You considered those three to be your only sense of normalcy, as they were the only ones who didn’t run to avoid you.

Ever since that day of the meeting, the rest of the team seemed to officially separate themselves from you. You would walk up to hold a conversation with some you thought were your friends and they would sneer at you and walk away.

Some who even hold fear in their eyes as they saw you approaching and even averted their gazes.

You were walking with Jesse and James through the team rocket headquarters, expressing your feelings about this whole situation.

“I don’t know Jesse..I feel weird about this..no one else gets treated like this..”

“No you’re valid in your feelings darling…The boss is usually a cold fellow.”

Jesse had a hand on your shoulder as she talked to you. You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. It was stressing you out as you continued to think about it.

Why were you the only one being singled out?

Were you going to be fired? Or worse, were you going to be excuted because you knew too much?

James could sense your stress and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to try and calm you down. It was all becoming too much and you were really thinking about quitting.

"G-guys..I think I should quit."

"I- well I would hate to see you go sweetheart, but if you're uncomfortable you should.

“For once, I agree with Jesse. It’s strange that the admins would show this much attention to-”

“Y/n.”

The three of you freeze and you slowly turn to face Archer, he had opened the door that led to the hallways to Giovanni’s office. You felt a chill go down your spine as you turned to look at Jesse and James who both gave you small waves and smiles as they left.

You went to follow Archer as he led you to the office.

You had a bad feeling come over you as Archer approached the door, he gave you a small smile before opening the door for you.

“The Boss is inside waiting for you. He said it was urgent.”

You nodded at him and walked into the room.

"Oh. And I wouldn't think about quitting, Y/n."

You froze in your spot. Turning back to face Archer.

He only gave a dark smirk "You're Special."

Archer left you in the hallway and you were left to walk to the office by yourself.

His office was dark, it was quiet besides the purring of Persian, who greeted you at the door.

“Good Afternoon, Y/n..please take a seat.”

You walked over to the seat in front of his desk, watching as he slowly turned in his chair, his legs crossed as he stared ahead at you.

Giovanni wasn’t an ugly man, he was very attractive actually. But there was something about him that was just terrifying to you. And not just because he was your boss.

there was something…darker lurking behind his eyes.

"Welcome, Y/n." His voice was the same as usual, cocky as hell. But there was an undertone in his voice, one that you couldn't recognize at all.

“I know you’re wondering why I called you here, darling.” he started, not breaking eye contact with you at all. The pet name was new, he usually only called you grunt or you girl.

Not Darling.

“The truth is, I’ve been keeping an eye on you since you first became a part of Team Rocket. A young woman like yourself…joining a dangerous organization like this is rare.”

Giovanni stood up and came around his desk. “I feel like you’re destined to be more…” He smirks and walks over to you, stopping a few feet away.

“W-what do you mean?..” You asked and Giovanni chuckled at your question.

“I want you to be mine. Simply put.”

You shot up straight in your chair, staring at Giovanni with widened eyes. “What!?”

“Don’t be surprised. You’re perfect. You’re a great worker, you don’t allow anyone to control you, you continue to do amazing things. And I need you permanently beside me.”

Giovanni walks over to you and places a hand under your chin. “You belong beside me. We could be a power couple together.”

You backed away from him, making a beeline towards the door, only to be blocked by Persian. The Pokémon knew how its master felt about you, and therefore was going to help its master keep you around.

"Don't you run, Y/n. It's not like you can go anywhere. Everyone in team rocket knows of your special promotion~"

You went to go around Persian by reaching for your own Pokémon, you weren't going down without a fight.

But it seems your boss had other plans.

You heard Giovanni sigh and the sound of a Pokeball opening.

“MewTwo. Use Psychic.”

You barely had time to get out the door before you felt your body be lifted in the air and be turned back around to face Giovanni.

He held a smirk on his face as he commanded MewTwo to bring you closer to him. You get brought back directly to him and he pats your cheek.

“I’ll let everyone know you’ve been promoted. They are to refer to you as Admin Y/n. You are to report directly to me, if someone speaks to you out of term, if someone is rude. You. Tell. Me.”

He says sternly, before placing both hands on your cheeks. You stared at him scared out of your mind seeing the sinister grin on his lips. His eyes held pure obsession, greed, like a child who just got their hands on a toy they had been wanting for years now.

And his next words scared your even more.

“Because I hope you know I will Kill for you.” ---------------------------------------------------- I hope you all enjoyed!! <3 Like I said, My Ask box is open for requests, just read my pinned for the fandoms i write for!

#evans.works.<3 #pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #yandere! pokemon #pokemon giovanni #giovanni x reader #team rocket giovanni

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greypetrel · 2 months

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Hello! ⭐ Maybe "i had a dream about you" for Raina? Feel free to change it tho!

Hey there! <3

I kept Raina, but hoping you don’t mind, I tried to dip my feet in the Whale AU 2.0, the fully original one. I blame @theluckywizard for putting the HawkexInquisitor bug in my ear. Then I remembered that my toxic trait is recycling characters. I know this, as all OC content here will interest three people, but please indulge me. Raina will change her name, but I kept her as Raina still for commodity. A sketch at the bottom!

Ah for your knowledge: we’re in Iceland in the Edwardian Era, I still haven’t set a precise date, but I’m pending towards 1910.

Tis the prompt list

Morning, Noon and Nightime, too

“I had a dream about you”

[ Famale Hawke x Female Lavellan || An Edwardian AU || 3256 words || CW: Shipwrecks, storms, non-graphic description of violence ]

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. - T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Raina was born by the ocean. Raised on it. Her first steps had been on her father’s boat, her first memories were by the seaside. She knew the ocean, her feet were more stable on a ship than on dry land. She knew how to move, knew how to read the waves, knew when a storm was coming and it was time to seek shelter and drop the anchor, knew how to move if the coast was too far and the anchor wouldn’t reach the bottom.

That night, nothing mattered.

That night was cold and wet and salty, she was cold to her bones, the ship swayed left and right, waves scroshing down the bridge white with foam, too much for her footing to keep sure.

At a certain point, she had to hang on the railing and wait for the next wave to shift the Hvalur around and sweep the bridge. It made it slippery and wet, but she had something to hang onto and avoid slipping down, down, in the black of the water and to a certain death.

She was desperately trying to reach the wheel, but it seemed like the hull extended longer and longer the more steps she took. The more difficult, harsh and slippery steps she took. It felt like for each step she made, the storm pushed her back two.

Rain filled her eyes, it didn’t matter how much oilskin she had covered herself with. The ship rolled too much for it to be effective, the Northern Atlantic cold and unforgiving. It mattered little that it was the same ocean that saw her whole life passing by.

She used her hands to drag herself further. Further. A little more, headed to the stern lantern. Closer and closer, she gritted her teeth in effort, pushing her heavy, cold legs to work for a little more. Just a little more, and-

- someone yelled to her back, someone Raina knew.

If she thought her blood was frozen from the cold before, she was wrong. It froze now, recognizing that voice as her brain filled with dread.

She turned, heart beating fast, in time to see two things.

The first, was that whales were blowing in the water, puff glowing starkly white against the blackness of the surroundings, black noses emerging, mastodontic tails breaking the waves right after. Everything was fast and quick, but those tails, growing bigger and bigger -too big, a part of her brain knew they weren’t as-

The second thing was Aisling, climbing over the railing of the vessel. One foot, the other, hands propping herself up on the border…

Panic took her, making her limbs suddenly light, too light. She forgot about the ship -she never reached the wheel in time and the ship wrecked, she knew, trying to change it was pointless anyway- and lunged for the other woman. The ship was lost, but Aisling was not. Aisling would not be. She let go, slipped and turned, yelled at her not to jump, it wasn’t-

- Thunder cracked in the sky, illuminating the night, and everything seemed to go slower.

Raina turned, in time to see a tail -huge, enormous, too enormous- contrasting black against the whitened sky, horribly close to her. Aisling slipped and fell with a yelp that wasn’t happiness, was dread.

Raina knew what was about to happen. She knew it all too well.

She saw the same scene before, after all, even if she couldn’t remember when or why, and some details where off. It was the first time that Aisling was there, but the rest, she knew.

Time sped up, recovering the pause of before. The tail descended on the ship, heavy and quick, the ship tilted to it obediently.

A crash, a boom, the pavement slipped from under her feet and her hand lost grip, Raina collided heavily on the water.

The ocean filled her clothes, slipped inside her oilskin, her trousers and sweater and shirt. She thrashed madly, confused and not understanding where was up and where was down.

Everything was black, she never felt so cold in her life, nor so scared.

Or well, she already saw and felt everything there, and she, indeed, felt just as cold and just as scared.

But she couldn’t remember when.

She saw Aisling back again, taken down by huge jaws full of teeth, eyes void.

She screamed, and her lungs filled with water and salt.

A familiar flavour, at least, just before she drowned.

---

Raina woke up screaming from the bottom of her lungs, jolting awake and up.

She couldn’t breathe -or well, she could but it was difficult- her heart thrummed in her ears, and she was still mortally cold, and felt wet. Everything she saw was black, black, a vast nothingness and an infinite ocean where up and down were the same thing, and each meant death.

She struggled to breathe, body not fully responding, blinking and squinting to get a clue of where she was, anything to tell her that it wasn’t the bottom of the Atlantic, there were no whales around her.

Something shifter beside her, something else squeaked from the same direction, but it made her just more on pins and needles than she was before.

“Raina?”

A voice, groggy with sleep, which brought a too vivid image to her mind. Not being able to see her didn’t help: she kept imagining her maimed and mauled, brought down in the ocean by sharp teeth.

“It’s ok. It’s just me. It’s fine, you’re safe.”

Aisling kept on, shifting closer, voice soft and quiet. Not the voice of a person who is dying. It calmed her a little, but not seeing her didn’t fully help, even if slowly breathing was becoming easier.

“Can I touch you?”

She asked, and slowly, oh so slowly she approached. Raina felt the faintest of touches, barely the shifting of the cloth on her shoulders, brushing over her skin. When she didn’t react, the touch became a real one, hands placing delicately on her shoulders. Gradually, very gradually, fingers squeezed, and when nothing else happened, the squeeze became a hug, a cheek rested on her shoulder, she felt hair brushing on her jaw.

Her body wouldn’t move on its own, but she let Aisling gently move her, to lean on her more thoroughly first -her fingers combed through her hair, nails gently scratching her scalp- and then down, back to bed, when her breathing got more regular and her shoulders unclenched some.

She remembered where she was, then, and why it was so dark.

It wasn’t the ocean, it was Aisling’s hut. The embers in the fireplace must have extinguished, and the rain still ticked on the glass of the curtained window, behind the steel bars of the bed’s headboard. They were sharing the bed because Aisling received some bad news about her research, yesterday, and all she had asked was if she could sleep in her bed tonight, and not in the hammock hanging from the ceiling. Raina couldn’t tell her no, not when she had looked so uncharacteristically down. It was her bed, after all, and Raina had been occupying it since two months. Two months since Aisling found her on shore, miraculously still alive after the shipwreck. She tried to offer to sleep in the hammock, but she was too tall for it, and too heavy for the hook in the ceiling. So, they shared.

Sweat had cooled down on her skin and she shivered. Quickly, the blankets were back on her. Aisling shifted around, as she kept chatting in a soft voice about what she was doing and why. Tucking her in, so she was fully covered, the night was chilly and they both didn’t want her to get another fever. Fixing the sheet and the blanket together, Raina apparently had twisted them around while thrashing in sleep.

It was too much, and a part of her brain was screaming to tell her to stop -she would have, Raina had only to ask. One thing was pining and finding her cute and not acting upon it not to make the situation any weirder than it already was, another was sharing a bed, waking her up in the middle of the night and taking advantage of her kindness like so.

Maybe it was the nightmare, maybe it was still some lingering fear that clutched her throat and her heart like so, maybe it was the bone-deep need of knowing she was unharmed, she wasn’t bloody and drowning.

Raina listened to the other part of her brain, and as soon as Aisling too, finally, curled down beneath the covers, she shifted forward and slipped her arms around her waist, dragging her closer.

She felt the other gasp, the chatting stopped for a moment. Raina squeezed her eyes hard and clutched the other’s body closer, if but for a moment before rejection came crushing hard on her.

The moment passed, another came. And another.

The next, she felt Aisling sigh and shift. Not to slip away, but to slip an arm in the crook of her neck and hug her shoulders back, cheek resting on top of her head and fingers coming back to caress her hair, tread in short black locks leisurely.

“Don’t let me go.” It slipped out of Raina’s lips automatically, without her thinking too much about it. She would have hated how hoarse and whiny it sounded, if there had been anyone else with her.

“I won’t.” Aisling just told her, staying right where she was and hugging her tighter in all answer.

Soft and steady between her arms and under her cheek, she pressed her ear on her shoulder, and felt her heart beating, her chest rise and fall with breath.

She smelled liked salty water, but on her, it didn’t make her antsy.

Her breath calmed, and she forget embarrassment and pining, and let the solid body in her arm, the fingers in her hair, Iull her back to a dreamless sleep.

---

The next time she woke up, the hut was illuminated by grey light filtering from the other window in the kitchen corner.

The day was cloudy, and there was still noise of rain, more intense on the glass, even if curtains were drawn to cover the window on the bed.

Raina, on her belly, took a moment to get used to the waking world again. She didn’t feel so tired after all, even if she felt a weird pressure on her back, pinning her down.

The cupboards and cabinets were all in their place, with the stove. The table was still full of papers, books and writing materials in terrible order, the fireplace, the yellow armchair beside the bed, in front of her, was still there. Everything -the few things that could fit that barrack, that was, and they had to choose between the table and a second bed because both wouldn’t have fitted- was exactly where she left them the night before.

It felt silly, now, to have actually believed that it was the ocean and everything could have been swept away by the storm.

She couldn’t see in the dark the whales and waves and sea animals painted on the walls. And even if she could, Aisling was an enthusiastic painter, but not a talented one. She knew that was a seal –“a sea lion, that’s very different”- only because she tried to guess and mistook it for an otter first. Little to fear, even in the night and after a nightmare.

She shifted, trying to get awake and at least get some of her dignity back by getting breakfast ready, when Aisling groaned, too close for comfort, and the weight on her back shifted, something squeezed her waist.

Raina fell back down with wide eyes, turning her head as she could to glimpse the curve of Aisling’s back at her side, disappearing up her back when she couldn’t see. One of her arms stuck close to her bust.

Fuck.

Embarrassment came all back, and the exact memory of what she did in the night crushed on her barely awake conscience. Well, she was fully awake now, and ready to panic.

Aisling had found her after the shipwreck and welcomed her in her home. In the home that was allegedly too small for one person alone. She left her her bed, slept in an old hammock that she hung on a hook on the wall that couldn’t have surrected Raina’s weight. Aisling never complained, never once even when they quarreled because all the biologist could speak about were whales and Raina didn’t want to hear anything about them that wasn’t how monstrous they were.

And two months later, she took advantage of her kindness in that way.

Hell, she had a fiancée back home. A façade of one, but still she had one.

And Raina didn’t want to intrude letting her know that she could as well see her as more than a friend. Now it would have been difficult to explain otherwise.

But, as her pining mind scrambled to find a passable excuse that kept her behaviour proper and fitting, Aisling shifted again. She felt her nuzzling in the space between her shoulder blades, rustling her shirt, squeeze her waist with her arms and curl up more snugly against her side, groaning with a groggy voice.

“Mmmmh, five minutes more…”

Which was perfectly, blissfully normal, and made Raina snort, despite her heart beating too fast.

“Let me go-” she didn’t want her to let her go. “-and I’ll get breakfast ready while you sleep some more?”

Another groan from her back, longer.

“No. You’re warm and cozy.”

That didn’t help.

“And you told me not to let you go.”

That helped even less.

Raina cleared her throat, biting her tongue before her traitorous mouth could answer with something else she would have regretted later.

She shifted amongst drowsy protests and arms trying to keep her there -that helped very, very little- and seeing her face all pouty still with her eyes squeezed close made her want to bend down and kiss her.

Bad.

She bravely resisted the urge, and deftly slipped her pillow between Aisling’s arms, slipping down the bed and depositing her back on the mattress. She ruffled her hair -that was proper, maybe- and tucked the blanket up her shoulder.

And went directly to the kitchen, hoping that cooking would have cleared her mind more, and maybe distracted Aisling enough to forget to talk about things Raina wasn’t exactly ready to discuss.

She lit the fire in the hearth and then approached the kitchen. Picked from the larder eggs, butter, sugar, milk and flour. It was a pancake day she decided, and shifted bowls and tools out of their cupboards. Cooking had been something she took up since she could stand for long enough. Partly to thank Aisling for her hospitality, partly to not feel so much a dead weight and get a little less restless while forced to rest, partly because Aisling was even worse a cook than she was a painter.

And, the stove allowed her to give her back to Aisling, and clear her mind with another task to keep her hands busy. Crack the eggs, mix them with sugar, add the melted butter and the milk, add flour, little by little.

Skillet on the fire, she let some butter melt on the iron, swinging the pan back and fort to distribute it.

Mechanical tasks that kept her attention on them. Soon enough, whatever emotion was swirling around in her mind -how Aisling smelled like sea-salt, the exact curve of her waist- tuned down, substituted by pouring batter and checking it didn’t burn up.

It lasted little. Muffled steps on the wooden planks, a chair got dragged back, and her roommate sighed heavily, paper rustling under her arms.

“Pancakes?”

“Yup.”

“Wow, what’s the occasion?”

“You had a rough day yesterday… I thought it could cheer you up.” It was true. Also, a thank you for not making it weird.

“Mh.” She hummed, with a certain tone that told Raina she wasn’t convinced. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“About what?” Raina asked back, too briskly maybe, her muscles contracting.

Aisling got the hint and waited before answering. Her eyes burned on Raina’s neck, but she soldiered on, flipping one pancake on a plate and pouring another ladleful of batter on the skillet, rolling it around to spread it in a circle. Just another officer checking her work, she was. Nothing she hadn’t faced before. Or so she tried to tell herself.

“What did you dream about?”

Aisling, finally, asked, voice impossibly soft, hesitating as if she wasn’t fully sure she even could ask.

They’ve been in contact in a narrow space for enough time -Raina spent almost half her life on ships to know that time didn’t matter much in relationships of any kind between humans when space was scarce. And the hut was narrower than any ship she ever worked on. She knew that the biologist wouldn’t have minded if she had changed the topic. She knew all too well. And yet…

…Yet, that kindness melted away fears. She knew, from experience, that if she had told her, she wouldn’t have minded. As she wasn’t minding last night accomodations and talking to her normally now.

Raina sighed heavily, flipping the pancake around. She burned it a little, in all her musing, and she glared at him as if it was its fault.

After a minute, she slid it on the other plate she had readied -her own-, and left the skillet on the stove on its own, turning towards Aisling.

“I dreamt about you.”

She declared, simple as that. No pain, no gain.

Aisling’s cheek turned pinker, and it was her turn to lower her eyes.

“Oh.” She just told her. “I see. Well, I must have been horrible if you woke up so startled, I apologise.”

Raina laughed at that. Let it to her to apologise for someone else’s dreams. Aisling turned her face up, giggling shily with her.

“Anything else?” Aisling asked, a smile still on her face.

“Well...” Raina shrugged, turning back to the skillet. More butter on it, and more pancakes when the butter melted. “The usual.”

She told her, ironizing on how only her could try and make friend with a gigantic whale on a murder spree. It made Aisling laugh, agreeing and counter-arguing -as Raina knew she would have- that the whale surely had her good reasons, probably was just scared and didn’t do it on purpose.

In the morning light, with laughter filling the room, the perfume of sweets in the air and rain ticking rhythmically on the windows and buttering the sea outside the window, it all seemed less scary and less serious than it did even half an hour before.

They ate their breakfast, still bickering and laughing about how murderous whales exactly were, as their usual.

Aisling said nothing about the night and sleeping hugged together.

But, she shifted on the chair, collecting her legs on the sittee -she could sit straight only if she took an effort- and one of her feet rested on Raina’s chair, at her right over the corner of the table. Toes gently resting on her thigh.

Raina felt herself blushing, Aisling smiled and her cheeks were pink as well. Nobody said anything about it, and it felt right, there and then, before another day fully began.

It didn’t help at all, but Raina didn’t mind it.

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