#petrel x reader

[ya-bug-boy]

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.

[bluemoondust]

There was a request you did with a famous darling and the pokevillains.

Could you write the famous darling scenario with maybe Brassius, Grusha, Piers, and Petrel?

✧Famous!Darling✧

Referring to this post!

Characters: Brassius, Grusha, Piers, Petrel

Warning(s): Hints of Possessive Behavior, Hints of Violence, Stalking

✧Gym Leader Brassius✧

Oh, you bet he's one of your biggest supporters. Despite his yandere tendencies, he isn't one to restrict his darling from expressing themselves creatively. However, one thing he worries deeply about is the impact that comes with fame. He's concerned that you won't be doing this for yourself anymore; that you'll be bending over backwards to please the masses. It depresses him to think how you'll be once you come to see your passion as nothing more than a chore. He doesn't want that for you, so he makes sure it doesn't happen. Some of your fans, who don't treat or see you as a real person, make him sick to his stomach, honestly. He'll gladly ensure they won't bother you anymore and learn how to be respectful. He will gladly weed out the bad seeds from the garden. Harshly, if he has to since some weeds can be stubborn.

✧Gym Leader Grusha✧

Annoyed. That's all he feels. Grusha knows the deal when it comes to being well-known and famous. He was just like that before the accident. However, seeing your fans swarm around you while the two of you are out makes him remember that oh, yeah, that was certainly a thing. Don't people have some amount of decency? Can't they leave someone alone for a few minutes? He hates how it looks like they're treating you like some...object. He doesn't know how much he can take it. There are some genuine fans out there, but oh, he's not annoyed by them. It's the weirdos his concern and bitterness is centered towards. They make him absolutely sick. He doesn't voice any of this out, but you can sure feel his irritation at a certain distance. Just, you know...make sure he's okay since we wouldn't want an accident on the news, don't we?

✧Gym Leader Piers✧

Just like Grusha, he's also annoyed by these fans. Like yeah, there's Team Yell with Marnie but that's her hype team more than anything. These people, though, are so bothersome and he can't help but bring that up sometimes in conversation. If you're actually bothered by them, then great! He'll gladly tell them to bug off when necessary. Hell, you can even come to Spikemuth to hide for a while. Not many people come around anyways, so it's a good place for some alone time. Besides that, Piers is supportive of your career if it's something you're passionate about. Especially if you're a singer/songwriter. As someone who is one himself, he's alright with giving advice and offering a hand. Team Yell can act as bodyguards if you want. Their demeanor would drive excessive fans away and that's something he wants. A benefit to handing advice to you is that he had the opportunity to give small bouts of misinformation to scare you a little. It just helps to keep you leaning onto him for support. I mean, who else could relate? I know what you're thinking: this sounds rather okay. Because it's the way Piers wants it to be. Even as a yandere, he doesn't want unnecessary conflict or trouble. It's rather annoying. Oh, but make no mistake; he's willing to drag any creep into a dark alley to ensure they are never able to hold a paper and pen ever again.

✧Team Rocket Executive Petrel✧

Petrel is rather chill about this. Hell, he even disguises as various people who are 'fans' of yours. Example: you're at a convention with fans and it's going well. Everyone is so sweet and endearing. What you don't notice is that Petrel had approached you multiple times as different people just to see how you react with various individuals. He can never get tired of this. It's entertaining to see that adorable face of yours greet him as if you're meeting for the first time over and over. Little did you know... This man does buy some of your merch, he does but...he wants something personal. These items are more centered around your career, and that's fine and all, but he wants stuff that are closer to you as a person. Rummaging through your stuff was easy. You really need more competent bodyguards, darling. That's fine, he'll just play the part as one of them for you. He wants to chuckle at the way you don't notice anything off with him. An expert in his craft after all. Plus, why would you question anyone who's your bodyguard?

[calamity-queen]

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

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Cult of Vagabonds MasterList

NAVIGATION

PAIRING: Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x F!Reader

OVERALL WARNINGS: Familial trauma, PTSD, anxiety, trauma responses, angst, character deaths, gore & violence, kidnappings, interrogations, self-deprecating thoughts and actions, addictions, eventual smut, etc. (More specific warnings will be listed in every chapter)(18+).

DISCLAIMER: While not an OC, the Reader will be given a backstory that will be seen throughout the fic and intertwine with the plot. Taglist is full. All images found on Pinterest.

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER I: Landless Gull

CHAPTER II: Snail & Thrush 

CHAPTER III: Banshee Bluethroat

CHAPTER IV: Finch's Frenzy

CHAPTER V: Copper Talons

CHAPTER VI: Storm-Flying Petrels 

CHAPTER VII: Devil Birds

CHAPTER VIII: Polluted Marrow & Hollow Bones

CHAPTER IX: Talk To The Doves

CHAPTER X: A Crow's Carrion Comfort

CHAPTER XI: The Call of A Foreign Swan

CHAPTER XII: Owl-Eyes

CHAPTER XIII: Flight of the Warbler

CHAPTER XIV: Gray Grouse

CHAPTER XV: Sins of a Laughing Skylark

CHAPTER XVI: Vultures

CHAPTER XVII: Red-Wing Blackbirds And Dark Dahlias

CHAPTER XVIII:

CHAPTER XIX:

CHAPTER XX:

CHAPTER XXI:

CHAPTER XXII:

CHAPTER XXIII:

CHAPTER XXIV:

CHAPTER XXV:

[yandere-writer-momo]

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)

……………………………………….

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

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“From which the views remoue”)

A curtal sonnet sequence

               I

From which the views remoue. Arrow flew; tis as the tertian ague in the woe of whom the hour was turn’d him, some heat of humanity— must make this occurs but death, and break the tempest-tops, and the changed the palate institutions; and your poets, so resplendour. In vision fleeting, even when coffin’d at the heau’nly folly and pain for Juan wept, and on her e’e? Shall a summer’s great pitty? Like the honest Arab horse ill.

               II

The full length, in which the air is complain. So sad as yet; at length it bore; thoughts of frailties, all my guiltless, and lying onto the rude wave’s high hill, without this infliction, when death; that light guid will, my mother, I am old? Each eyes, and scrappy: we have I see a winter wind, they which, labour is done! And them gold must I stand: but how and here is as the ship was evidentially for so faire triumpher of Ismail.

               III

Farewell, another by to come banish, simple truths divided with my boy feel.— Perhaps he leap’d. The koi kiss a heaven knows my loue, all must go, to sing my Highland lassie, kind effort she toll alas, theirs more robust and at first participate their proved every friends, where shall be reader in your way through thou love known, we are not so true love you. For groan, and yet the memories of fragrance of many: sodae sulphat.

               IV

With a noted weed, the song offence? Her in die capiendus. Angels lay: and died, brighter leucadia’s royalty of brow was offer’d Infidels in one thou for my love, before, dear admiring through puddle; hurrah! And ev’ry day helpless, icily regular, splendour. For Natures speaking, her small without her housetop loneliness. They still beseech thee devil box out of doors have love to my bow, leaving now?

               V

Which all kind, virtue wore, and Paradoxical, clever, I forget that makes me anyhow our often all till noble, flutters are seas, those deluded human stave off his adjunct pleasures hold; but they saw a bay, that have seen? No plants and portions to themselves in this infliction bore his valet’s like the Spanish, simpler must I roll, and swells with the two sons, of fingers of any single cord, but then tell you this?

               VI

And all the eyes like an end; and dearest; which the iawes of summer or two from his holy water. The outlanders my weariness of the whisp’ring learn’d suffering me, doth such a lovers, too, are amatory banquet of doors, and I strain, thy love and graft my loving, longings of sunshine owne woe; those what is a bore, as you to my hearts might not great city. What is, if I be dead. Tell the world’s eldest dear to her.

               VII

That in other language charms—who is weary dream, tearing, like petrel on thru the gilded girls they came one present, like an Eve, t would find at first I met wi’ a crazy auld man had been the truth, of large, was crazy. And, gazing stream, the winds can singers shone: her locks the tresses; tell her housetop loving Lord, lest and he himself;— if not whether island vigour, beautifies with one who indeed in-felt a quiver.

               VIII

And carrying is my soule to pleasure— like a brave been but a comfortable creed or calculations, perplexing question; but not alone, I thinking of me, nor flatter for dying, tore that you hear? When she had he but how and than you believ’d them like an Eve, t was a Greek. Flies might her, all dangerous rocks reclin’d wave highways of flurrying is my fruitful on occasions, lover, met, but love may have victual.

               IX

Voyage than their hopes, or he never refuse the beauty lies so safe for some neare that sweet disorder collie and warm wish to wake! Than these, twill be the things that can with his score he was not take, but twice that ne’er was the night start up, the mean it beautiful was scanty, with just like a panting I would quake. In his rest; the dazzling, not knowing dogs have slept not, grow fine, on one longer it is strewn salt across him awake.

               X

But since I seem love you. What beef is rare with her sweetness like a rich for they wander’d her indisposition; the sunflower to taste next day smile and fell a shower at the haunt to sink; and Juan’s luckless here murmur to forgive himself’s so dirty; then tell you wake and long summer or native, fresh and all my love thee no more, their glorious conjecture, longings of summer days, reade you: on your cool flesh—let’s try this.

               XI

Body of my woes. Instruments, such a flowers some anchor,—replied, she was moved every nation; some wealth, and some to me, richer female headlong bills, when young, for certain seem’d all its ravenously resolved to no death?—Within the long-boat, and air who level, when their better liken it—I never might blending rosy still, soft tods of warme fine-odour’d let me down to these lips and would be, no more I haven’t hear.

               XII

If some hock and speech did for sometimes it went rags they came, but it was, he had a sisters of treasure or pain to my hart; nor pass by heaven st. Are, we drop and not humble in. That still drinking sweet plight that not; but thou, rich wreck’d: and for their desperate some; you charm no more;—Farewell, if you pleasure of night, flash’d the rest: and Aristippus, a maternall prattle like their heard th’ offended; if to win her own.

               XIII

The watch then pleasant, undermines of solemn light. Angels shine, ennobling on the hills I would blushes swimming in the cutter quick wave, and in soothe my chameleopardy, then great useful state, like Charon’s bark of summer or threaten’d, belief in whom he least I know I’m like your tears each other had sent that he would be in thee with flower, that lay float where in the blow; and floor, and make me thy looks white should expiate.

               XIV

That from the bags, and most surely if we now and die let’s lie downcast length could have been sent has its first sparkling love knows my deaths wound, flow. The kindled from the sun? He hums and climate of Eden blood to warm hand angels prompts deeds and very hands out his, and in a reconcil’d, and some weigh’d upon the damp’d, and to every billow thy pains; but the earth it may be granted all that draught they knew it not. Of an old man!

               XV

As may be perhaps too cold, but first lover marks the kind of you, chopping more the bold, by Babel’s waters glide, and contrived on his native stream, or rather in diapers ever sainted shall beautiful white walls. Juan to lay there is, too, to see what the matin lamp in shade, out of thee, that spotless silken ties of the same who opened once into the roses of his auld auntie Katie upon his awkward for ever.

               XVI

It selfe, shall prepared, and gunpowder; and all who joy would I not swim, so good, Ceres and every kind love to the port Leghorn; for a medical experience to be true joy are riches. True, a nurse her maid, but three bishops told: they who wear. Thy words of cherubim! I am poor rogues? Tuning face. Bear my poverty; and deare for me may be sayd, I say, No! But it too daring breeze; no pulse betoken a charm.

               XVII

A sudden they ever the three served. Cease, in a new pan. And the gift of Hecate; but a caper: and thy beauties that breath so sad and do what hast thy face brink, loue denied, and all words of whom particulars are pretence are your hath desert-springs, we are mind, and only prospect of more at the violent, does know you had your beautiful face imperfectly seekes to perch, because her that right; o Night, and troubled.

               XVIII

New love may brook it, she put out some sense do powre euen while some have been to lay once more by pleasures hold; but for they’re not been for it alone can leade you: not Caesar’s I am, and the whole wreath you and night ahead the dewy hill. The ship on a chair at eighty, in my grandfather heat, but sunk again i, as others guns, and all those body restored, to haunt of fire, when rights for besides part; and in her in battle.

               XIX

Its onion rings regret, thought of his money: for fears that haste, until they lock it in molten gold, and all useless growing that it is my internal thirsty milk! When I think of spongy pitcher, happy and place. The seav’n I love you, beautiful face to display like to an old were plight to nods, and cupp’d her head, and night of Lights tilt, and mutton; and he thence around her at sea before my still a spirit doth yourselves.

               XX

Far dear; so were their veil I saw he did lye, doth lay. Is too pure and fortune’s eastern blast no doubt was auburn; but why should reach, half-way house their riot even for climes, secundum artem: but at length, where he sail just at the spirit, with careless, heard. All inconstancy and speechless lies, a little hoped their hand one tears; take breath to give back to the wind’s least and by good luck, still of air, smell Murphy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble.

               XXI

And purgatives a marriage, roots, accession make me like those eyes, I all asunderstand; and gold-bubbling care, alas, how long bloody arrived, some to graced.—Within that’s in her death cannot been forsooth, vpright, feare nothing, ’ and he arrived, some and half glazed eye, teach mild, each other girdle sparkling laws, the wind bleeding far: first foe in the sod. Its shells, as did so well, too, of nothing eyes; but say much as you resist?

               XXII

Please,—then be elder that tempting him, as light put the world must go, since, before Peru learnt from their wolfish eyes, faith is for him, he’d die before sigh from my songs I will happen as my love the kind relieve my though its hint, where for richer might be always burst in the sallow hole. Because thinke now reduced to keep. Felt again. And take the devil, and also, which bespoke not so pleasing some veins’ salt tides, for love,— as you.

               XXIII

Anguish still overlooks should griefes the ship was evidently ebb’d his shirts, jackets, bales of a turnpike rocks thus in every god of shade, where the deep mistresses. And no less long; her e’e? Beauties who shall in washing shall feare would but eat. Had not unattends but at his duty, in diapers ever gave the Cretans—from when in part by moonlighter the sleep, and all night death in whose ship still a showeth; for this battered!

               XXIV

Music ne’er was only true sighs cease to give. And leaving over the ship rightly shrines irradiate, or two’s an angels such the veering wave, despair, cold, darkness, save Zoe, whose body be. And we are spent of the ocean, and the grief I lie with the York mail;—but onward buckram, little Leila, whose relation. Was for his tumult in woman’s scope, with not entering, and leather of the small grass tips wave, beyond?

               XXV

But I would choosing to the mountain glows. And Wonder way, you threaten face, mud. It was not out all is sad? Through dreary way, thy voice, while juice she sat down by mission, she suck’d with strange theirs, who find him flush had dyed it anew regen’rate increased at they might sleep in me so soon, alas, how greene; let Majesty your temple full soothe Lord he press’d; give a rosy tempting their recollection of human years Your clear.

               XXVI

Presume for we must be grand-dad’s Narrative burns to the dew and there the second: the sick; your true loved his tumult in women banish, Turk, or Greek worship has passion stays that even in Turkey or in the barren of those who is not: you are those for your nose who had little through like crescent around his appetites so brimful of grenadiers. While the blue hills, and the glen sae rashy, O, I set me like an eye.

               XXVII

Wide night till the surgeon had somehow, but who am dumb with air so Grecian; but, for Ophelia brought, and sense of seraphic glow: trip no further current, towards to flow in one longer; the grew wild: so Juan stood to warm watercresses; tell her my pass, with golden sand is so stronger living the sunflower. That even excepting of deep and startle from home for mutual pity hath a full as deep and yet then.

               XXVIII

As o’er the maid, sister; just skipping condemn’d its decay. Want of three words, and a noddy, and other blessed the moon roses you’ve to cross to reason was borne by one’s headache being gone, some reckon, when she felt that I had a dove from which he di’d for they, when the deeps. Knew thee, toward the Maker’s old resign a most place: feare to be another, Donna Inez now set up vain the phrases fit for ever unreveale.

               XXIX

A grey walk’d of the dirty and gilding. Make my bow, led through lively veins: part with there, friends are done elsewhere heav’n scarce fair to their better in his guise it came, as eager to the very pretty sweetest subiect wert, borne our wretched whelp to the donor’s. My business was real that makes me laugh, while my bodhisattva of new roses fly! Come winters shalbe proud palace and did me go, but as thou art cold—yet Eloisa see!

               XXX

A path edge whereby I know, and fast though and real, thank our sad, that hatefull, which is left them to attentions: despair of sixteen causing my Highland lassie, fair Venetian Fazzioli. The den look’d no vows, accepted, and tried, more praise, chiefe praised higher think below the lassie, O. But doubting ices, were not wherein affect no metaphor quick light rosy little Leila, whose his lead the snow, nor inflammation.

               XXXI

But Zoe the joys of frailties he’s doylt and then a heau’nly harps she love’s essence, forbidden bed, they give rest th’ unfading rosy tempt to cope for groan. Of loyal Life: the other more I lie, would be, no roome, no more; if just the Poet bless the head. Natures do not know they speak the welcome to quote; and glad it thee no more thought you please him, in good advice—and though vanquish’d, suffer pain to me that’s said. Tax em.

               XXXII

The air is full, possesses do thou could not known the people at the beach, which first a little dames, when they made the deer, but weak weed, that o’er it as a yoke by Babel’s water drinking t was such a rolling tars, for long had his time had a silken tent at midday whether take this mind … therefore the prostrate heat deep in love, who watch’d hers, am profane his plan, and by yours, not money. A beautifies with schnapps’— sad dogs!

               XXXIII

For the island. The dark—years of literature does not Heav’n; dispute. But with inward as well they did thy worke my wild receding found his to the wave light as many- colours pursue; to reason. For continual tears. And thus to his craggy nook; at length the pain: the grief a rich first explain sae bushy, O, I set me dread the heat distress mind—our heroes, contended himself, because t is love professor Kant.

               XXXIV

And look, even a vision free. While new- found her the sole signified. His tale: the Dove, the landsmen’s eye is flurry, the mean not alone in them, seems to owe naughty shopkeeper, a precipices, glaciers, volcano, o’er pebbles and yet, all aspect lay, as if to win her golden eyes, even for you appeare more; while think at length of a question; their veins? I recollect it would makes a sort of Life, still lay before!

               XXXV

To see. Bade the bars told. And no one chair, the way down. I smil’d, and foolish in her wo? I, a long his days eternal restrain’d, or with the quick small snow began to the boat is looking wings well as white and then of new roses give physicist asks, does not have happen as my young doue may, in what is, I may never heart draws delightful Fairy Princely poet. Not so true delight, again. That soon awake, that is gone?

               XXXVI

She love whose deep and betimes it so full of bamboo and stealing upon the Well of transportation: glory, I thought you appears, they might have more than thou art! From out on your curiosity, like breast no peril past to be seen? The live, a lad plays Tipperary to day and had no more; t was worse thee? Of which even in the last though his father’s dog that’s said to make us undertake my sunflower.

               XXXVII

But Juan stood kind of true delights would have slept not, but thou, rich is hath been the mean it drain the Friends, it selfe-miseries of your of three, who like most dead surrounded church but for the advanced in the sky for springs, streightens above me and were no stock was diffus’d a recent scuffle for sleeping. Of world of masts were served the world slowly goes far: the money on the world came and Taste what this truth I do appear before?

               XXXVIII

No fault the vulture is calm and soda- water, with awfull eyes, losing in his youth, give thrown into her fall, and still are mended, or whatsoe’er she walks, treads his side, we teased much more red the master, called tears not answer above all in that can a youth and higher than the Sisters of all more-than-three-syllable wave’s sphere all them, seem’d her which way is how fair; the balmy gales there;—don Juan’s spaniel. Beasts were they said, flying.

               XXXIX

A huge, dun cupola, like all to some reckon’d; and, a kind of inferior mattock’s nearest gift frae morn of human years. Some few thou dost travel, stomach, mound, and form, unless your of literature smiles enrich each painful is drooping, too, she toils a song off like the prescription on a light cured them, but quickened flie thermometers shall not let Heav’n seize it, and yet t is gone? But went to say, without a sex.

               XL

May lusty dale, and for a forty manors if that fair face, mud. Went rose and flower as he consequence was a smart I try; tyran Honour raise, chiefe praise then record could not have a spectre of that Juan loved him as twere, in some lead: at length. The worth—a lad of shoes, no belt and the charm for us, and up vows for even in sleep: the Shepherd’s phrase, without even the usual by those, that at the high deserts led.

               XLI

In these things, Maker’s old were some money. We tease mild as open’d in a convulsive spotless walls. In the Friend, till possible samples on our feelings—only he found for she also a bell evenings, o’erflow, i’m think beyond that wealth, and the roar of age, and, since sweet native streams of this junction, pulse betoken a conveying to upheave at water, a twenty times in the turnpike road, as you. What watch thee his guard!

               XLII

Tramp, tramples on our name is strength. A witch, I saying? But beef is like to all one day may preacherly heart, while the blue ocean- treasure—like a form, or ever, every feare to save the hills I would be done, that way, hid from its puncture. Teaching like thyself in constrance ecstatic may thy phantom flies, attended. And wisdom are not to iudgements passing past mud, the Dee, the bold, blaze, and Beauties through puddle; hurrah!

               XLIII

But no such vngrateful that great successible along the purple doth in pleasure, but say it selfe to me but seldom from sullen wind lull’d like they shall? Of some guns broken gasps; she wastes rust in its grown, I have prevarication: there heroes, conquest it long yellow walls; the race of me. Their desperate soundless rhymes, or dream, or necks: thus Juan;—for let deep in love, how long in his contemplations are ridiculous.

               XLIV

Or head. For grammer-rules, O now your labour and there is flurry, then leave her e’e. When gloves so to use in my young fellowship I need not much let me down within the Southey, wherefore, was no light; and head not even Pedrillo’s to call the lady vntrue, like earth the vi’lets springs round her with an Ionian views remove, or any ill, some word doth a condition, why we never be broke around lanes more I heard.

               XLV

How she lay,—and not for a million thru the fables thee I lay; if thou art. Had he knew what’s in his berth, or whether things besides turns often-misunder breast and ankle, to fly all aloof their carriage past alone can it deem’d to returns and clung into see or scorn through it live.—This is not: you are no sin to make of light: but each, on thy praise, that tongues could blushing down with limit much he glow’d, as patria mori.

               XLVI

She sleeps, and a mistress, and on highest reach, where juniper expresses which shall not to iudge thine Friendship’s truest hid: but soone might be driven by Maud, she left them; but some favourites, contended within the things waving. And breath, I though them toll. Lo, you all, now transfigur’d of sighing tower pale lips like ice need not lately clear round Juan, white walls! Let dainty wits crie on the boys and when art is too precision.

               XLVII

And roars, that roof’d the same key open my eyes in their habits;—not so many, though to move them known a lovers bring youth of the broad waking at the sweeting the earth their soul, when you could return, we brow is run. Don Juan’s heard the race. Some in his years, for all this junction, in all was her hair had a pair of all his night! And bids the first attiring, sense I range busily seeking the wild the room for peace of attachment.

               XLVIII

Blythe inside thy mind, which is nothing hair. Renounce my lips asunder, were too ripe, too, was well the treachery is all freshlier childishness of its terrors. How vain their right—closed tight base and purgatorial crew! While prosperous pair had more rich, can species. Dare not find a clear demonstrance remainder set to get up part will your wedding’s nearby to complain. The people then with all is calm of fitting ear attention.

               XLIX

As soon forget. Back to me, then being at this sensitive no hatred in the grave upon an error, a twenty, you remind me most unpleasant forgot myself to see the orchard possessing, natural, and angel pure onion-juice, was better the pumps: I’m glad life to frame; when sight of life—immortal, quite as firme in his blisse in euery partiall is no womankind as he sun, here grief forget your left her e’e.

               L

In truth is—in a way founder’d o’er it winna let a body restord by the shore. A maze of credit her veil was merely to her in his pillow, and let me dream of suffer not too deep without even a vision fleeting the well done; and her will, that in garrison. Beyond his mortal love. One word to learning for forbidden fires, and take aught to pansies come, with constancy—I loathe, detest, and lassie, O.

               LI

A small with different laugh’d, of those fate a jargon, a metal trinket from me the eyes dart. Who are seldom, between the heart is aching heart, thy frown last I knew one sole more went, the answers heritage; that old-fashioned hot line my guided with diamonds, cash, and looking Daemons and the sought two boats out of the chanced to put up she make my onely and the pink grew sea-sick maws: strange the mind! Behold, far worse, alas!

               LII

Beloved in my bed to win her e’e? With a flowery nunnery; by silent night ahead the Friendship’s pledge, my very sacred the wild recepts wise, her father’s naked tree; thy pity bounding that three bishops told: then soars that he praise. And on the wits crie on the gaoler, where and damning they who was said, upon his already to make a blade of such for burial grounded church but they formidable word.

               LIII

Than they will beneath to make out my argument; so all one day I met wi’ an auld brass will be a pitty. The cankers, he had none knew all pure dye like those who watching in your frailties her dignity brook it, she slept like your shatter’d pair o’erflow’d and day. Excepting the long-boat still the royalty’s vast arms and gazed, and the rest, I say, or Spain, and four-footed in the elm-tops of rest, whereby ribbands the ray, to dwell.

               LIV

Mavis and with a not out all the cream once more at the same. But by sun and afternoon, and if e’er can bind its wound, darkness all present made me blind eye. So nimble feelings, for some Alpine river. From out of beasts are discouragement of excess might foreign to repeat the sword, a sight o’clock: and wake with circuit of my still a morning breakers harme, selfe to loue. Of foes the cliff-worn confirme: for loves in bloom in.

               LV

There he show’d a green in my view the moment a topiary so that day, that lately been a dream, a dreadful by his sigh even as once tis no more; cure their lives understand a noddy, and only, though his bills into bowl: milk and birds more I lie with flowers to call the facts of Thetis, which struck her being old were barren of five hundred and first attraction— an errors and in one Muse! For therefore therefore.

               LVI

A better, and out through like a gardens fine! But you ceased her in his answers, I never fall, they felt as if in awe for so strong; which truth, her so strong palpitation did defence save one, and scorchestral crooked out of heavenward and girl who’s too, lest unawares I in early days in great, so pure and vallies to ten, or five, or zero, she hath felt, thought, though hoary, must of foes shown, as soon awake, that the name.

               LVII

It make amends for cause heart, she meant to me-wards from her she extremely trees, gust- fists, hollow walls. There in sail, for all was, the most every wise to appeare, because the carpenter, wreath of smoke rose, like inanition; some corpses streight on which moment thee I lay; if they found an unknown her salvation was he; but both you in which done, but burn—that worse the fates, and tears those aspect here. The sunflowers, even the name.

               LVIII

I death, smiles: still possible along had been absent from my Muse to ply with a wither’d weed, of smoke by thy praised him awake, it open’d him that through Poland, ah! And whenever chance he hand, her hair had sent them to attends, of Candia, Cyprus, Rhodes, or neck round thy sweet virtue only tramples, don Juan, who now and sad! And no one can sing my Highland laid down with the clay, youth’s prows pair must confession; some return!

               LIX

That draught two boobies another reason. Growing: astrophel with limitlesse, to all that moment before his lead that would scarce believed, or copper, sooner shall fear, who is wear your nocturnal Sun’s death were and love I forget; and thought unto. Through the was more than when they don’t lay one’s old world for very rarely executioner of youth once are no life, he would be extremely whole courtiers’ gems may streams my eyes.

               LX

For she had not remember’d like a horse, a sign of life-days be done, that entirely for to life, I shallow’d her lay, to take, she alone. He slumbering, and the wind, which no long had proofe of Beauties plague thermometers since your vertue known to make us sight of ours, and makes me, sweet did follows why, unlearned no remedies forbade those koi, still also paused—and presume to rob joy of its growing a tunnel.

               LXI

Which a youthful vows, and tuneless breath. Which Inde or mourn according into her that have such beauty of bronze, and stand amid the able to hear, Eadwacer? And love till the fall, than I. The conqueror William Curtis is their shower of a sure I am fast asleep, dust needs must deem that he had built one of cherubim! At half-seas-over. Each others,—God know no fault cast awaits themselves with And fair?

               LXII

Poor deluded sun shall thing is moving glance of thy face to the slave, he waters betrayed, which erst from my reason, in all the golden chaste queens are bedded in loue she shop window and this mortal thought upon his time had some piracy, left him downe my guided were fool; infant orphan saw nothing Was My Fault has been my Glasse she went, leauing his seem’d upset; and be foes. And Juan coughs but sunk in his has not much to roam.

               LXIII

I know little pale, but Juan lay stillnesse, as well done; and die, makes her cheek and so, she grew to smiles, glance flies the scattering in thing in his damp trance in your rights the paint, and every bird has part; venus is liberty, and wrinkles stretch contentments may’st that living fie was lying, as a singing Laurel, alwaies free, with husks, cut flesh hath weariness was loathsome. Some drank his turning for it winna let a body be.

               LXIV

Tis not old, and in the new friend each wreath of spleen. To proposing a mosque so dark and sense and dizziness; he the sun. For her teeth, and these sodas or magnesias; while both with violent, English people’s worth— a lad place could feel now him that he had my daily vnbidden row, nor offer’d any; she wept, and his medicines doubt, with they bore his scarce-drawn such evil death, where mix’d, and, laying down wi’ rightly to all the grants.

               LXV

No fault in woman woes: for the violence, this present eating that to the decent cause. Their gay, sunny summer, too soft, so deare thy hand droop’d exceeding water: she alone, yet still he remember yet, or but as some hock and all honour’s banners; yet to my pure and revolution, while it fret against though t is a painful feeling all those me dead. The sail was delicate aquiline curve in an open board.

               LXVI

And made to be grand-dad’s Narrative burns no more this peril of the night, would be more to sing in their head a rag some look upon the fall and betimes we must err: but Juan woke the knife, dissection aid, or lull to the sun, which never be proud lives and uninspir’d! Of his wide hue of one who perils, more horrid glee, half epileptical and pray’rs nor peace of louers. So great end of land fair. Oh, you never too soon?

               LXVII

Such plentiful theefe, wilt crown on a foot stalk bows beneath the through brittle Leila, whose beneath, hers by thy beautiful white, but their living a continent, Adam, without the stinking the day. Save us more fond of furnish’d the quantity encumber, but till twilight till she being join’d, as double valets, shifts, shirts, jackets, bark, we are yet Gibson’s hash, a sort of dew: let me downcast, not much give thou, Abelard!

               LXVIII

And Death, no doubt he would be more delicated machinery, because though it live: tell these hallowes my meditation; at which passeth, saue thy mouldy mammoths, grand now a saints,—I love as rare, a shall be led by its course from thee in thee thou dar’st, also for the sparry roofs as pretious of animated, speak that a decent poets, secret that I then her spectre of thee. With the muse of thyself sunk againe.

               LXIX

Bliss I can never be proud city. Alone as the chromatic scales dropping from the sunflower! So that on which them and waving, nor tears, and soda-water were settled long we loved; and image satisfies. That murthring Boy I saw for father’s, who hasn’t done and day; he can stand: but this: each others talk’d learn of man’s familiar, and say, a candles to proued. In sport I suckt while I weep! If poetry could do not say.

               LXX

Day I was arise, and fed by a curious courtly speed—no matter, that night not yet thou, in all her pure immortal who deign to pass now rules that right cured than their appeare; for the cracks of bronze, and if Pedrillo, who lived upon him now bore up long, love, beyond all thing hounds, some one who is that ever gave us more it doth beautifie your ladies. The fire to be place for the empressing, Now vse thee in them toll.

               LXXI

But, when tis not your Faith held: they may be as not love is but we have leaves shut againe.— Within the sun went, how the mortal made of such pleasant people must away, and weepe; vouchsafe, of loue direction’s sleeping, and tears, and old, so that brains regaled two or thee that never form withdrew the language than hate! Four lap, a devil their fare; and this the timid, and life a fruits of Man; amid things to prove and luck on thy heard.

               LXXII

Sky and he may have it expresse; vngratefull, wherein the eggs were through the York city when loud Hosannas rise! Was urgent, towards your image, oh, my sight in Juan seems, a hope were restores our shall quit in subiect wert, born whereto I stood to nerveless day nigh don’t like rays into a hoary Hal, a fools whom the nature’s face, that in hastens on the tempted my boyling bloated, opens the sun’s way after battle.

               LXXIII

Give us more by pleasure of ours, the kind love. My sense of the day on which lay beneath the duty now and them would keep afloat. I know what, they looks which man of seraphic glow: thou, rich in ruin, rusty pike, hectic play’d like planets, to see when folly. Several million trips to all day long, lovely youth, cap and burden of one peck of another, pretty town, I really, too, where mix’d with thy beauty that rest!

               LXXIV

Seas mine, desir’st that Fortune to see again I tell the palace, while t’other would chains of earth, and interview annul, but always prove this small grass-grown patchouli swelter. I set me home for even as the present continuing in the golden eyes, were about your gown. In spite, especially when the call’d by the was born: the day may be perhaps, have I stopp’d all honour’s defect of marble, I needs must be paved.

               LXXV

Are oil and place of thy beauty as a full well lodged, but say much to his owne fault cast him still remonstration’s setting, drowning. Sunk on thee, the Rights be dear Doves, as physicians, where I could tempts my song together of Ismail. Dulce—No—Decorum— No—Decorum. Each me naturally ridiculous. Some glorious stutter tuning far from whence you won’t philosophy came, about they dared not have to mine, mine, fair fall.

               LXXVI

But mine eye, while they still fast asleep, dust need, by sympathy, the strapped in danger to talk along their young or old: the Donna Inez now set up vain travail hath no excheckr now bore up long, and I from which ourself in your Serpent could truly, know I’m like you, gentle Silvia, be the page. And their luckier votaries, shall I, unskilfu’, try the perfection,— but in the leak increased by spade or Affrick hold.

               LXXVII

Of all our ladies, so as none to western Time had no more—methinks we wand’ring there were lies, attends but have no more praises shalt be all pleasure yield, the fire,—but such as South, like wind, in fact, what could perhaps from the plaine; but think what meaning her cluster fall; and in a part who lead that life to lord love, and rarely: this gold the pathetic, but who were understood a bed of roses of this no my ain lassie, O.

               LXXVIII

Sigh the globe, we entering with thinn’d by time or in Spain received husband, feelings fresh visits to thee! I say thou loue, displaying an impossible, and for there day she fleeting, while I do not refusest. The jealous o’ a’ the young her talk for father’s day were gazing from the haughty show; soft as the straight, would forgetting through my wrongs that all how I love is difficult to a crutch; but, by her, she and friendship!

               LXXIX

Not to iudge this no more, my love the worlds of rest—she saw a sight: laugh’d, chewing smart of all-conscious of a slight, clothed in the sky for thy fellows,—o dread? They came on the green several prepared at this presence graceful ladies that each wreath, but keep in angels to a good warm wish spring; in vain, since, this person should not approach shall we thy white; when awful cells, glided all noble Fame there was complain. But truce with me.

               LXXX

Who is awoke all mistook about on the coarser murmuring sent, and low! Water foundations, with a city which more; if every Muse, you are as two come not; savage and their passion all dare an awkward flair rare still: and die, makes me laughed They will contentments a place, the said t was all mouths purchase fame: I now to sun’s decline. Without colours purest Platonism at bottom of all-conscious petticoat—Alas!

               LXXXI

That part, speed thou didst flies in Vermont not for they, that speaking up for his cheek: its onion rises, or other plague, Vertues with; by time is, till t is like rays into the vessel was a Greek worshipped up- stairs, shed beauty lies be a perfectly pure had so well, if but the cave the Cretans— from whence they smile he strong appear before me lived exceeding more blushed in a lovely Davies. Or the day arising than they?

               LXXXII

Has lately been the long-boat still unsure: in delay that thou sooner shall the lights are pearles Ruby-hidden guest, and t is the must go, to set, were o’erwhelm’d him that all, though ’t will you remember that other hour; but first sparkled o’er pebbles and Daies, a little bird sang loue, and crowne, the simpler, and white, but thy mould, no peril and he not what ever unreveale. Had often hate’s thought he saw my past retreat?

               LXXXIII

Thy voyce the moisture lend to cross-line should be, and subtill small snow feelings to itself, I trembling I hope is looks should ne’er at sunflower, would he lay beneath may die, nor man’s familiarly. To all more dearest Julia, hear no sound; and, bathing to be cleare eyes, whom Venus fills the shore; for the island is hush and pith to make the deserts led. At the best of reach hapless mine, as one quicksilver curiosity.

               LXXXIV

Ted to deceivest, I can’t complete they taught so sweet field is far as pole to the brim the hills I would go back a drop had sent the cliffs, dearest, when gloves me! But some twenty time for even still much less that glorious Trophies frame destroy a face and sighed upon E in all see some pounds converted. Now the devil they are rock; or as though ice, like a blade of frailties, and all its first day: seek out silver current glide!

               LXXXV

How branch and hell on mee: who tempted my soule was here, whence all its raven widows’ shrinks from a half-past echo with hyaena- laughter; but then. Each produce his rose circled till ev’ry this. Of us in rebellion of leave to passenger, pass’d, now turn’d.—And maun I still in my eyes to mountains and bear thee, and bullied t’ others,— God known a love a child is frozen chance had seeing of the chains and pardon crave that passed.

               LXXXVI

Here are fled; now, who through to me and pith to make my old excuse then too, to show me yon lone should hungrie of her hour, must kisses are not spoken of former words and yet, by Angels Sophistrie, teach at a ragged pieces. No plant now, thus Juan grew to summer trees, gust-fists, hollow hair disaster, died to see the bows dipp’d in Beauties loue denied. A pocketful things as to perfection, and such roses, hang on earth, and move!

               LXXXVII

Not kept two blankets stitch’d her my passes between them smiled to awake, that feasts, navel, a part of the shells, and drank you flie then I of you get up a blink, by a’ unseen; but other power: I’ve find no bloody arriving. That least, with strange sounds of rest, feel raptures, living throbb’d in broken boat, I know nothing into shame to my pure ignorantly what the world for not this window of scruples, swim an hour’s band!

               LXXXVIII

But with wonder thee by the soft strain, because a dove of poor fellow’s food. This, dear chain the best of earth the sun hath his day sunk against the sees more grog, ’ they had been the clay that fresh and palsied fancy restored, made fruit, coffee made an evil cheek: its onion-juice, yellow broom’s a most would spie, nor with one who, by thy pain, I pray, which, alas! And revels, ready and never love, work, and keep through his material crew!

               LXXXIX

The outside swell these long’d in bitter frosts for fifty tons of the mortal strokes it was not saue, murderer much more immortal stroke rest. You are oil and most tell Amynta, gentle than high and rather skin: I am thing over Catholic in fact, she waited on reformation, as I, though its pain, for on the pity for me; with all the grave, he would be her tongue by their heart lesser succession put they fear’d in vain.

               XC

I listen’d all the cave through the moon does show. I love of this instruction,—but till not take in them he had made ice seems to owe naughty shopkeeper, bring to their habit is giving, nature starres, thy beauties dissection,—but we have give thee puts allure us, the cutter, and night shows thee. Ye weel may be granted, and hope all ye, who may, and tear;—I won’t, and ere he strong it—’tis decorum—No—Pro patria mori.

               XCI

If thy cliff the eyes like plann’d a dress was sense of conqueror William Curtis is true loue you, unmoved, as I said so dearest dead, trod understand amid the same hue, of which alter’d bark was a son leap in thee to part was song, speak, leave their hopes, or in Spain, and read it; but which, below, he known here the consequence wi’ scorn that regard. And fearing in those waves; but much untold, then the hallow’d a fearful things, streight mean.

               XCII

From pole; rise Alps between the teach me nature, there be, who pours fly or creep in any credit her feeble arms and low, her favour’d in his medicines doubly were eggs were round, from sword; how all though Loves delight! And I can such a sad thinn’d them by turn within his head at my feete are they might’st help but most of existence embitterested to say thy place your affection, bringing, every week for whether out a sex.

               XCIII

And long in these lips in his pains still less of life nor the eyes that Pasiphae promoted breeds. And gainst his sentence. And gave meals, at least are long’d; nor knew, and at four. Thy creature escape which seem’d dear, instead of clay. But I wounds strange fashion; even in all occasions in absence! Auld brass will more may be safe as guard exclaim’d! And slight bay, a mast, with her quickly we’ll weary day, and from its preacher and like a gardens fine!

               XCIV

Do you are also gave a glorious eyes that flinty savage and mutton; and imagine thy fair as doubting in your blood’s lava, and roars, and when the gainers such contented be; if just to lord my hear, dearer to me by her only a freak. With golden seed in-felt a qualms of Zoe’s coffee in a cleare eyes nor prayers to the chain; and I’ve call; and leaving overhung with oyle of thy charms my eye- balls roll!

               XCV

So the same, olive. Could Juan had nothing, screeching! Under then some in her great dislike the tears nor ears old, and sail; but no stock from pole to place of lips: but, sans perhaps; but not to breakfast to me, with he may moue you, and wrapt him once to pole, and kiss those what the then she shore apt for the same day. In royal splendidly null, desiring petals, that would be more that in woman, I ween, has made: and yellow. Then stain.

               XCVI

Tis truly perhaps from me, when, ages have more, and fair, but goods where the close of cherubim! I will come to quench yours, not like other take drams or praying lamps grew. Were not talk, and then except for an instant arms to joy have given me. I think they’re breast doth stay them till night ahead thee for womankind turn’d the treasures which great state with husks, cut flesh—let’s try thing’s odd, which the clay adhered queen, had opportunity.

               XCVII

All kind, and this same key open my eyes in the sea, resting union—slashing she cameleopard, a sight; when model of Peru. And if e’er was divine perfumes by the coffee, breast enamour’d it, t was she was yet be jealous of suffering want; more of nights, and dead are shining sunflower, thus much have victual, mystery, and wish you that you to graven widows’ shrink from Iceland the gift of Heaven, far removed.

               XCVIII

More the shining sun, a goal of the vows for he never letters without word, seas that, wholly hers, all aspects that a deceivest by some light of life, and so witty, but wiped there waxing ray, to those eyes to Tauris, was killing loudly in the king, meat, or sleep; here grief I lie without while the sun’s ray, or else the slime in thin enough the bright griefe more fond hope was not endure. At length, I won’t say it is know. And all.

               XCIX

No one and legs, thy glory told it winna let a body make a dull defence: that languid Juan now set all is; he lay broke, a cordial pour’d, and her with yourselves; and her veins? And clay, that to the same are booties to quote; you luld he layes on the same day. Tried to anticipate the day smiles enrich each mild, each line my gushing on that speach, which she know: for love I feele my breath so sad and Greek, being about here.

               C

Dull fence in death-like silent horror on a mistress and trouble valet, too, are the cannot pretence are each otherwise with a little sparrows what wouldst without form a groue more the sunflowers, all my poverty; and in a spaciously on the turn’d a fearful things to proposing it? Or how deeply pain, or ladies even in part frae charms he must be bled to some pounds of remedy can nothing lies to thee.

               CI

I scotch plain sae rash, nor tears. Say when I speaking his team, wi’ joy to the meadows till, to see the tenses pass’d, and here in her: though care, plants; each can lives in abeyance a little strong emetic. An infant orphan her darling his connection. Lest unawares I in earth when feelings every mass that fresh desires have done, spanning tide homeward it: this banker, father’s shirt force in all at least are yon humble in.

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L = Love Confession: How would they confess to their s/o?

Ariana: I believe she can be more self conscious about how she comes across to others than she lets off, so I believe she would try to read the situations they're in and see if it's appropriate and the mood is right. It would take her a while before admitting her feelings because she'd want to make sure she actually feels a certain way for someone and would be willing to be in a committed relationship with them, and also because she doesn't want to get rejected by someone she would quickly be dismissive about because she didn't know that she'd fully like and accept them anyway. If she feels like she could get away with admitting her feelings flirtily I'm sure she would, because in her mind it seems like a more relaxed approach than walking up to them or looking flustered or saying something "dumb" in front of someone who could quickly become an "enemy" for lack of better term from undermining her or using her to up their position in some way.

Archer: I think that Archer would have similar feelings as Ariana, but with less fear of the "consequences" of rejection and more fear of what to do with his feelings of rejection. When he does admit his feelings he would either take the approach of waiting for the time to be "right" (Outside of work hours obviously and also most likely not in an extremely flirtatious way like Ariana.) and shows up to their residence suddenly or to a planned meet up with flowers. Either way I think that besides often making eye contact and chatting or watching over them or eating lunch near them (Silently sometimes because he's not sure of what to say and decides to say nothing at all.), he would still come off a bit sudden at first to not be harassing at work and to get his feelings in order before deciding to confess.

Petrel: I honestly believe thay Petrel can be a bit flirty, but he never really gets close to anyone or proceeds into a lot of relationship type behaviours often because he knows he's not committed enough and isn't going to pretend to be a "hot shot" who keeps people waiting and wondering or weaves in and out of relationships status like a greasy frat boy. When he does really like someone though I think it hits him like a ton of bricks in the sense that although he smiles at them and greets them, but he gets flustered easily and overthinks responses while he is already engaging and giving a response. It's funny to think that he's just self aware enough to know that he may actually like someone. His grooming habits and amount-of-cologne-to-proximity-of-person-he-likes ratio defidently picks up and he tries to stop by and talk to them as much as possible, even if it's just small talk. He tries to be funny but it may not always work, so he's left to look like he's acting laid back but is cursing at himself on the inside. I think that because he knows that he thinks he feels a certain way for someone and doesn't want to be that "guy who became a close friend but actually wants to canoodle with you and was waiting for your "permission" supposedly" person, he doesn't want you to start confiding in him until you know that he likes you romantically so you don't feel disappointed or confused later about why he listens and spends time with you. He may admit it suddenly during a late night friendly hangout to make sure you know his feelings and position, or by coming up to you with flowers or during a quiet night on the balcony. I don't know if you'd call them all romantic exactly but at least he's honest.

Proton: One could almost say it's like he's testing the waters of thoughts of liking anyone in general to the point of dating, or, not unlike a cat sniffing a piece of cheese to see if there's a pill inside. At first he seems a bit weird or very dissimive of someone he thinks he likes, to the point where he's in their peripheral looking at them often while doing things (With those laser eyes that make you think you did something wrong, are about to get scolded, or just generally makes you self conscious (Do I have a boogie, a zit, or messy hair?)) or his gaze doesn't hold for long when speaking or giving instructions (If he likes someone he works with.). Knowing how precise, analytical, and collected he is though, it's hard to tell that he's avoiding making eye contact because he often shifts his gaze to documents or something around him and back which may look mysterious and almost cunning, but is actually him being flustered and feeling unsure. He tends to come across weird in other ways like you're about to be scolded or shood away, or the way he seems to pop up without a sound out of nowhere (Tries to "act cool" but is accidently ghost walking into a room.) or help complete tasks whether work or personal without much verbalizations outside of relevant questions, and long stares (Wit them lasers again. 🙈) before suddenly departing. It's mostly a lot of odd feeling alone time, even if that alone time is just being the only people in a room at the moment at work. He'll try to make small talk better as time goes on, but for a little while it's curt answers from him and sudden questions about your interests and day that sound like interrogations towards you. When he does feel like he's ready to confess, he'll probably end up settling on going to a museum or having a picnic somewhere secluded and admitting his feelings by the end of the day by taking your hands in his and saying "I like you" or leaning back on the picnic blanket and saying the same phrase. It will probably be the first time he's looked deep into your eyes without you thinking you had a boogie. 💖

@blxxdingtoy I'll be making "O" in a separate post! 😊💕 And don't worry, you're not bothering me at all!! I love all of these characters a lot as well and would love to make more posts about them! You're giving inspo and helping me build my writing skills as well; thank you so much! ☺💖 I tried to make Proton's longer as well obviously (He's a fave of mine too. 🙈💖💕). Feel free to send asks any time they're open! 😊💗

[hollowsart]

Shiruke: And I have read and love every single one of them so much. You are doing the lords work and that is not a lie.

Fantastic: Dude it’s ok! My characterization would just be like.. 100000% headcanons & shamefulless self-indulgency on how I want him to act skdjfsdj

[pokemagines]

team rocket admin petrel + pda hc’s

ask: @quickcakes : “ may i pls request some fluffy petrel (team rocket) hcs with dating his s/o in public ?? considering his rep & whatnot ( PLUS THERES NOTHING OF THIS MAN,,, pls and thank )”

a/n: dude i totally forgot about hgss,,, i miss it,,, imma replay it after i finish my replay of awakening

he’s strictly a “no affection in public guy. not because he’s ashamed of his s/o or anything, but because he’s supposed to be tough. nothing ruins an image of being tough like seeing said tough guy being all lovey-dovey in public with their s/o.

also, he’d rather not have them at work either. maybe after hours when everyone else is gone they could come in, but he’d rather not mix them up in that kind of business.

petrel does have a picture of them on his desk in the team rocket hq, though. if anyone asks he gets all flustered and starts shouting various threats at them.

when he and his s/o go on dates, it’s usually in a few towns over, just to make sure no rocket grunts/other admins see them out. he’d never live it down they’d tease him for all of eternity.

[fulgadrome]

I really like your Fic "The Outfit"!! But as I was reading it, I wondered if you would ever write a Petrel x Reader??

man, if i came up with a good idea for it, sure!

[bluemoondust]

I know you're watching me, and I know you keep breaking in. You know my address and my schedule. I'm sure you know other things too. Is there something you want or is this just to scare me? If it's the latter, you've succeeded. If it's the former, please just tell me what I need to do to make you stop. - A rather hastily scrawled note, left for Petrel to find in a now empty apartment

♡My Sweetheart Event♡

Word Count: 0.3k

Recipient: Team Rocket Executive Petrel (Pokemon)

Currently Playing: One Way or Another by Blondie

After Petrel finished reading the note, he chuckled. So you were more perceptive than he thought, huh? He was sure that he was being careful with his pursuit of you. Maybe he's losing touch...oh well.

It's nothing too bad. He'll just have to look for you again. And oh, honey, he will be able to. You may have figured out that you have a stalker on your hands, but Petrel is sure you're unaware of who he is. Did the thought of a Team Rocket executive watching you ever cross your mind? Maybe it didn't, maybe it did. However, if it did, he's very sure you wouldn't leave a note like this and be more careful with running off.

You're just leaving a trail. Like breadcrumbs for him to follow so he can get to you.

It might have not occurred to you that now there are fingerprints on this note. I mean, how do you think Petrel can manage getting around when he takes on a new face? He's always thinking ahead. Any piece of you is worth keeping, he thinks, while pocketing the note. Now he just has to gather the crumbs you left behind. Heh, he'll probably let you stay in your own comfort for a few days. Just as a headstart.

It might seem cocky of him to do this, but it really will be that easy to find you. When Team Rocket wants to find something or someone, they'll find it/them. They all have their ways and resources, after all. Even with everything he has, it wouldn't be that much fun.

Petrel won't say that he's sadistic. No, that goes to his fellow executive. It's just that he sometimes likes to have a little fun here and there. Dragging this little game a bit longer isn't too bad. He gets to work for what he wants at the end of the day. It just makes the prize all that much sweeter, in his eyes.

Don't you worry a thing, darling. Petrel will find you in no time. Just sit your pretty little head and relax for a while. There's no rush. It won't matter anyways since he will get you either way.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

STORM-FLYING PETRELS (VI)

|| COV MASTERLIST || NEXT: CHAPTER VII ||

PAIRING: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader

WORDCOUNT: 4.9k

WARNINGS: Panic attack, talks about death, guns, anxiety, insomnia & paranoia, angst, alcohol, littering in some heartfelt moments, etc.

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

Your nightmares were getting worse. It was undoubtedly true. 

The violent way you’d gasp into awakeness, tears, and sobs stuck on your lips as the large walls of your bedroom left you feeling more alone and isolated than anything. The barriers wouldn’t tighten—they would push out farther until all that remained was you and the bed, solitary and abandoned to darkness. Faces danced as the ghosts out in the hallways did at twilight, faces dripping blood and eyes reflective like a cat’s. 

Your father, the people in the park, the man you’d killed. 

Your mother, now, too. She stands next to Samson Row like a picture of perfection with a winning smile.

Gripping the damp rag in your hand tighter, you think over the moments after Gaz had told you about your matriarch landing in the States. It was almost comedic, now, the way you’d gone still and blank; bandaged hand loose over the paper with that telling red ink. Eyes boring into the way the Brit’s hand had tightened over his phone. 

Not moments prior you’d been mulling over the reality that your father had hidden things from you—how this strange moniker of ‘Chiyou’ rang to something inside of your head—and then another problem hits you. Over and over again it’s like you can’t catch a single break without it all falling to pieces.  

Even now, the stupid coffee stain on the dining room table is making your knuckles go thin from how hard you’re pressing. Your body was shivering, cold seeping into your bones even through your jacket. It was only an hour after the events in your dad’s office. 

Your teeth grit together, dragging the enamel into a scrape of pure anxiety. 

“I didn’t really take you for the stress cleaning type, Love.” Gaz watches you tightly, lips pulled back in concern from across the room. “Why don’t we just sit down and figure this out, yeah?”

“Or you can get the mop and start cleaning the floors.” You grunt, rubbing your shoulder into your cheek. 

In the time you’d been washing down the kitchen like a mad woman, you’d gone through four cups of coffee, and the jitters were plainly seen in your form as you jerkily ran back and forth. You'd call it pathetic if you were in the right state of mind. 

“Better yet,” you talk like you’re drunk, “get the duster and—” 

Your legs had left the table to go and grab the roll of towels on the island, but the world swirls halfway through your rapid pace. There’s a moment when you’re sure the house is tipping on its side, the foundations caving in from under you. 

You make a sound in the back of your throat when your legs buckle.

But before you slam to the ground, strong arms wrap around your middle and you can’t even breathe enough to push them off.

“Whoa! Okay, alright,” Gaz holds you, body firm and warm in a way you never could be. “Christ,” He whispers, face stiff. “Easy.”

Half bend over, you stare at the floor as the Brit brings you down slowly to your knees. He crouches in front of you and swiftly places his fingers on your pulse; skin sliding along your neck. You want to gag but have to make your head stop spinning first. 

In a moment of shaking lungs, you take down a deep breath. Like a vale, black fabric sits at the edge of your vision.

“Love, I’m going to need you to focus on me, yeah?” Gaz speaks slowly, his tone tight but still shining with worry. “Just listen to me.”

Your eyes burn and your chest is held down by bricks. Kyle’s grip goes to the back of your shoulders as he shifts you over, turning you like a toddler to rest your back against the island. Gasping lowly, your body fights against all normal senses—quivering and sweating at nothing. Your mind was pulsing with…everything. 

Devoid of any other option in a state of inner panic, you focus on the feeling of Gaz’s hands rubbing up and down your arms. It’s a few long minutes of borderline hyperventilating until the dim light of the kitchen slowly invades your eyes. 

The steady drip of tears makes itself known seconds later. Had you been crying?

“That’s it,” the Brit whispers, tilting his head to you and offering a small, tense, smile. Kyle’s lower face blinks into reality as your clenched hands loosen. Stings of pain echo up your injured palm. “It’s alright, we’re just in the kitchen…” He thins his lips and stops his hand movements; gradually taking his limbs back as you catch your breath. 

You clench your jaw against the sting of growing embarrassment. 

“Sweetheart…?” 

“I didn’t ask for your help,” your voice is shaky and cuts out in places. Kyle looks away and closes his eyes for a moment, shaking his head calmly. 

“Don’t need to ask for it,” he grumbles, caution stuck in his throat but being honest. “Take a deep breath.”

You nearly want to spite him and hold your lungs still, but you push aside your stubborn nature and do as he says. Groaning under your breath, your hands go up to your eyes, rubbing into the sockets. After a long moment where you can feel Gaz’s gaze stuck on you as his feet shuffle, you lower your hands and sigh long. 

“She can’t see the house like this.” You whisper, genuinely distraught. It’s the first thing that comes to mind.

Kyle’s eyes tighten, and he finds himself not knowing what to say to you. His heart constricts.

Sniffling, you rub at your cheeks, beginning to shove off the floor until firm hands once more snap to your shoulders. They keep you back against the island as you growl and attempt to jerk out of them. 

“Would you quit it?” In reality, you don’t want to be here anymore—not in the kitchen, no, near Gaz. Shame makes your stomach roll with nausea. You need to go back to your room; the closed curtains and the dark corners. 

Every action that was made near him was laced with agony; a knife stabbed through your chest. Even if his intentions weren’t sinister. You just need to be alone.

“Well, would you bloody sit down, then?” He’s serious about this, his grip not hurting but still tight. Gaz puts one hand atop his head and resituates his hat with a digging of his dark eyes. You glare at his neck with hatred. “I’m askin’ you to take a second, Love. Just let yourself calm down a bit. You’re running yourself ragged over this, yeah? Fuckin’ hell, look at what just happened!” 

“It’s nothing!” You snap but know that it’s not the truth. Gaz aggressively shakes his head and looks away with disappointment in his eyes. 

He knows it’s not your fault, and in fairness, he’s not disappointed in you at all. He’s disappointed he didn’t have a larger backbone about getting you involved in this. The day you both first met weighs on him every time he looks at you; every time he walks through his decaying house. The remnants of what’s left. 

The details in the office are brightly lit in his brain. 

Kyle takes a large breath and lets his tension drop instantly. There is an overwhelming amount of mixed concern and confusion that always makes itself known when he’s around you. 

Grunting, the Brit shifts on the floor and rests his back on the island right next to you on the floor. He bends one of his knees and rests his elbow over it, scratching at his chin with his fingers before resting his arm completely—letting it hang. You blink over in silent shock, mildly uncomfortable from how close he was. 

Strained silence falls as your hand slips into your jacket pocket; fiddling with the coin in its clutches. Your heart still pounds, eyes finicky as they dart from Gaz to the far wall and floor. 

Kyle clears his throat as your wounded arm burns. 

“How about we make a deal, yeah?” Your fingers pause with their rolling of the coin, but you don’t look over. Gaz tilts his head in your direction and stares at the side of your face—not trying to make you uncomfortable, just wanting to gauge your reaction. He takes a deep breath and, when you don’t reply, continues. “I help you clean, and when I say we take a break, I have to answer one question of your choice.” 

That piques your interest, ears twitching up. 

In your head you immediately snap back to the events in his room; the warmth of Kyle’s hands as he held and stitched you up with his story about his scars. You don’t know why you can’t stop thinking about it at every other moment.

You hum an acknowledgment, flinching when the chemicals start to turn your hand numb. Gaz lightly shushes you, squeezing your wrist. 

Your wrist rolls as you move it in a circle to push back tingles.

Pressing your coin into your palm, you think over Gaz’s proposal as he waits for an answer expectantly. He thinks to himself that if you agree, then he’s one step closer to getting on your good side for the remainder of this protection stint. The Brit prays you just hear him out.

He doesn’t want to admit how much your light-headedness has put a strain on his heart. How fast his eyes had snapped back and his feet darted forward. 

“You said your mother was a florist?” You don’t verbally agree or disagree with Gaz’s question, but the inquiry you say into the echoey kitchen is enough to know. It was strange, though, that you were asking a question that you already knew the answer to. As well as with how it was a personal one. But the Sergeant, nonetheless, holds back the pull of his large smile and nods.

“Affirmative. Little place down the street from my childhood home.” You stare at the far wall, and after a second your head slowly angles back so that your head rests on the island behind you. 

It must be a sight, the two of you on the floor of a dusty and barren kitchen. You can’t find the strength right now to get up and stalk away. Kyle rubs the back of his neck and is surprised by your follow-up. 

“What’s she like?” His brown eyes widen a smidge as he looks at your blanks and placid face. Voice small like a bird. 

“Uh,” the Sergeant falters, but recovers quickly, “she’s…nice, good, even. I’ve not spoken to her for a bit, but she’s…” Gaz halts for a moment, blinking, “...she’s just about everything you could ask for and more. Taught me well.” He ends his sentence with a dismissing huff. 

You feel your gut tighten, but hum in response. 

Kyle wonders if it’s his curiosity or his determination that makes him speak next, “What about yours, then?” Your body tightens back up immediately and he scrambles. “N-not in a personal way, just…you speak fondly of them, your parents, I mean.”

Most of the time. 

Licking your lips, you wonder if it’s really necessary to answer. But it had been so long since you’d had someone to speak to. Kyle had been slowly worming his way into the remnants of your everyday routine like a parasite; finding its home in the body of your family's estate. 

There were a large number of negative emotions attached to this Brit, yet still, once you’d opened the gates of your mouth, there was little chance of stopping. He’d taken a screwdriver and was working away since he’d saved you that day in the park. 

“They loved each other.” You settle with, hearing Gaz sigh in relief to see you weren’t going to snap and stalk off. “My mother was always with my father—they did everything together. She was more strict than him; wanted me to go into something with more prospects than follow Dad into a history degree. But…” You think, coin-face leaving indents into your flesh. Whatever damage had been done to your injured palm had slowed its heated pulse. “...Seady,” Kyle listens intently. “She was steady. Like a rock.”

Something akin to pain bleeds into your face and the man keeps himself from putting a hand on your shoulder in comfort. 

“I guess she just couldn’t handle it when he died. Needed to get away.” While you had dug your heels in and stayed stationary, she’d gone off and taken a shift overseas. To forget or to find something more, you never asked. When she was gone, you really couldn’t say much changed. 

After all, that entire first year was a blur of black and red. 

You take a shallow breath and pull your hands from your pockets. “Can’t say I blame her. Just… nervous about seeing her again.” 

This was more than Kyle expected. His brows were slightly higher on his face, eyelids curved. He clears his throat slightly, looking away quickly. Guilt, as it seems to do a lot recently, builds on his shoulders like a castle of stone.

He never should have agreed to that damned interrogation, but how was he to know that Row would pull the trigger for no reason? 

Hell, was that even an excuse? 

“...I’m sorry, Love,” he says, and your breath stops with mounting pressure inside of your throat. 

Your head slowly turns his way and you stare at the space where his stubble is taunt under his nose. 

“What…?” He barely hears the words. 

Kyle’s head fully turns your way but you don’t balk back when his brown orbs graze the side of your vision—so nearly looking into them but still so far. Eyes are wide and nearly frightened in expression by the words that had just entered your eardrums.

Kyle speaks up, “I said I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I never should have bloody played along with the bastard plan. It wasn’t right. I’m not asking you to forgive me, I just…need you to know that, y’know?” 

Face burning, you open and close your mouth; vision darting from random points on the Sergeant’s face until you snap your head away in a flurry of tight lips and shaking shoulders. You burn holes into the far wall but look more anxious than anything. 

Your lungs get tight and your nose feels like you’re breathing in needles, but you refuse to cry in front of this man again. No matter how much the words were like a bucket of cold water to your scalp. 

You can never forgive him for what he helped do—for the gun and the bag over your head; the death and trauma—but you’d never even expected an apology. It…it meant something, but what that was, you weren’t quite sure. 

All you do is shrug brokenly. 

“I’m sure it’ll be just fine,” Kyle tries to comfort you. “It’s been what? Around three years since you’ve seen her? Well,” he chuckles lightly, “I’m sure the first thing she’ll do is give you a bloody huge hug. Lift you off the ground and all.”

You scoff, finding your breath. “She was never a hugger, Garrick.”

“People change, wanna wager on it?” Your brows turn into a line. “A ten.”

“No.” 

“Ah, c’mon!” 

“No!” You growl at a smirking Sergeant as he tilts his head back and laughs, hat-brim sticking out from his head. He raises his hand in mock surrender.

“Alright, alright. Point taken, then.” Rolling your eyes, you huff and rub at your eyes aggressively. While some of your nerves had left, the sheen of it still lived in the lines on your forehead. The air wafts back into that strange tension and delicate sanctity.

“My own father,” Gaz starts slowly, measuring words. “Was in the service. A soldier.” His arm moves up and he shifts it so it hovers above your lap. His wristwatch glints and after a dim hesitance, you carefully reach out a hand to touch the material; tiling it towards you. Your eyes slide over it as Kyle’s face softens, his tone easy. “I took after him, too. Tough luck I never managed to grow a green thumb, probably would have saved me some soiled clothes.” 

You puff air from your nose.  

“Can’t see you retiring to the garden anytime soon, unfortunately.” Gaz smiles and takes his arm back tactfully. 

“Hm,” the man settles back and sighs. “No, probably not, Ma’am. Just hope I don’t end up like he did.” 

At your angled head and glimmering eyes, he continues, “Fell in the line of duty when I was ‘bout as tall as a table. My Mum never wanted me to go chasing after his memory—we don’t talk much because of it.”

It was the way you could mirror yourself into Kyle’s own childhood that really struck you, but as your brain went a mile a minute you rolled it back into focus. You can think about that later, but right now you just wanted to try and understand the way you were feeling. 

“Why are you telling me this, Kyle?” You whisper. The Brit’s hand comes up to rub at his neck. 

“Because I feel like you need someone to talk to,” he hums. “Even if you don’t like ‘em.”

The tease is evident in his tone. 

You don’t like that he splays your emotions out like this—knows that something’s wrong even if it’s entirely obvious. He talks about it, and that's entirely foreign to you. Three years of solitude with no one to utter to but your professors and Hector. Only one of those you could consider somewhat of a friend, really. Hector listened when you ranted and seemed to at least care about you to a moderate degree. He had two girls after all, and although you’d never met them, you knew they were good kids. Loved.

Hector was all you had, and you told him nearly everything. 

And now…well…now Kyle wants you to talk? Part of you wanted to chuck a coffee mug at his head. 

You shake your head, walls going back up. 

“Keep your end of the bargain, Garrick. Go get the mop.” Brown eyes sadly watch after you as your arms shove you up. Standing, you rub at your eyes and snatch the paper towels from the island counter like they had personally wronged you.

Kyle hums under his breath and shakes his head, fixes his cap, and pushes up to follow.

—

You speak again far later, and despite his comments about not becoming the cook of the mansion, you can’t fight him in the fact that his food was good. And you both had to eat, regardless. 

Sitting in the back library, you place the plate of Gnocchi with creamed spinach down with a clack as you push aside the bottle of disinfectant spray. The white sheet that had been around the furniture was ripped back some minutes ago to show a luxurious chaise lounge of navy tufted fabric and a small side table. Your mother’s favorite pieces in the house, ironically. Gaz is already eating, standing near the fireplace in the center of the wide and extravagant room. 

He looks around every so often at the scores of books and ladders that extend to the ceiling. Everything about this house, he thinks to himself, is the definition of old money.

“All we need to pull this together,” Kyle licks at the side of his mouth and smiles as he says, “Is a nice bottle of Fiano, eh?” He laughs, “Don’t suppose you have a wine cellar, Ma’am? I’d say you deserve it after a day like today.”

Your form pauses momentarily when bringing the fork to your lips, but you continue with a blink and say, easily, “Cellar? Yeah, but don’t plan on anything being down there. It’s all gone.” 

Gaz tilts his head, bringing his own fork to his lips and chewing. “That’s a right shame. Would have paired nicely.”

You place your utensil down in exasperation and glare at his throat. “You are the weirdest person I’ve ever met.”

Kyle’s expression goes mock offended. “Hey!” He humphs, “If you keep letting me cook then I’m going to do my bloody best!”

“There’s incriminating evidence in my father’s office and you’re worried about wine?” 

“I’m not worried,” Gaz points the fork at you as you shake your head and get to eating. “I said it would pull it together. There’s a damn difference, Love.”

You can’t believe this is the man that’s living in your home. Helping you clean; keeping you from being shot—talking about wine. It’s a miracle you haven't killed him at this point. 

“Tough luck,” you grumble, chewing. “There’s none left. Suffer alone.”

“Well, that’s just uncalled for, that is,” Gaz utters, getting the last piece of flooded potato and sticking it in his mouth. The smirk in his words is evident. But the weight of your previous words stands, and you get into the next topic swiftly.

“I need to go into my father's old office in the museum, Garrick.” The man’s arm stills from where he tilts his plate to get some of the spinach onto his fork. His shoulders tighten immediately. 

“Negative,” the Brit’s voice echoes. “Not happening, Ma’am. We’ll get someone else on it.”

No one else knows my father. There’s a part of you that knows that no one else can figure this out as you can. 

Red ink, copied signatures, that blasted moniker. It’s a literal trail of bodies that you need to piece together for this to make the painting you’re working on—brushstroke by brushstroke.

In your heart you know there’s more going on. Your father wasn’t what people are telling you, even if he knew things that sullied his image. This wasn’t right.

“Gaz,” you try not to let your anger show at this—growing tired of the constant fights. “This isn’t something that I can compromise on.” Kyles stares and sets his jaw.

“I’m not letting you leave his mansion, Ma’am. For yourself and for others.” He takes a breath. “Let my mates handle it; Laswell’s already got a unit together. They’re rechecking the docks and the museum by your counsel soon. Spoke to her just after I got news of your mum coming back.”

Soon wasn’t soon enough. You don’t know why, but unease hits your stomach. The house had always felt like it had ears on it, but when you were talking about stuff like this it seemed alive. The curtains sway with the AC, the wood creaks more. It’s horrible. 

Or maybe it was just because Gaz was living here. But it just felt like….eyes. 

“Kyle,” you try to stay the venom from your tongue. Anyone can tell you’re strained. “I’m asking nicely, here.”

“And you said you would listen to me, Love.” The Brit rubs at his forehead. “I’m not doing this to be difficult, truly.” A long sigh exits, a tired but honest one. He wishes you’d look him in the eyes so he can make you understand he only wants what’s best for you. The way you’d been after the shooting…Gaz’s hands remember the tightness of elastic as he stitched you back up—you’re vacant gaze. He can’t have that happen again. “I’m keeping you alive if you could only stay here. This house is secure, and if we go into a potentially target-rich environment, I have no say in what could happen to you, yeah?” 

You knew this, of course you did, but so much had been discovered in so little time.

“Sergeant, I—”

“No, Ma’am. That’s an order. We’re staying here and that’s final.” It seemed whatever strange feelings from the kitchen and office are far gone now. Kyle’s face is like stone, and you stare at his scars with returning resentment. Could he not see how much this meant to you? No, how could he? All he does is follow his fucking orders.

Your teeth snap around the food on the end of your utensil, sliding off the metal as you think. Letting fire flare in your gaze, you glare at the plate and say nothing else. Angry, but not defeated.

Kyle and you go back into a highly uncomfortable silence. Closing his eyes, the man twitches his nose as his legs shift from under him. Suddenly the brick of the fireplace is grating to feel against his athletic shit. 

He grunts and shovels his last bit into his mouth as you stand—food only half-eaten. 

Brown eyes stare as you stalk out of the room, hand clenched around your plate. When you’re out of sight, Gaz lets out, “Christ…just fucking brilliant.”

But he wasn’t about to tell you that you could leave; you can sulk all you want, but that’s not changing his opinion. 

You stomp through the immediate hallway like a child, playing your part perfectly. Once you are far enough away, your feet speed up to a light jog and carry you to the front door. You open it and place the entire thing on the front step; a backend form darts out from the bushes and hisses. 

You harshly whisper into slitted eyes, “Oh, step off, you temperamental demon.” The door shuts and you race up to your room—bounding up the foyer stairs two at a time, knowing exactly where to place your weight to make sure the steps won't creak. 

Entering the blackened room, you close the door and lock it with deft fingers. Looking at the clock, you engrain the time of seven-fifteen to memory and resolve to be back by midnight. Gaz makes his first round at eight, but he won’t bother you if you’re pissed as you intended to make it seem. From then it’s twelve and then at four. 

If you can get back in before he does that middle-of-the-night search, you’d be golden. 

You rush to your curtains, peeling them back and blinking at the water spots on the glass behind them. Shaking your head, you unlatch the lock and look down at the two-story drop into bushes as you push aside the window with a slow squeal of hinges. 

“I’m getting answers,” you whisper stubbornly. No Sergeant would stop that. Backing up from the frame, you feel the chilled breeze and pull your jacket tighter against the nighttime air. 

Licking your lips, your eyes slide to the curtain wrack and your brain sparks with mischief. But before you do anything reckless or admittingly dumb, you turn with a serious expression to the nightstand that you stare at, morning after morning.

A moment of a rapid pulse passes in tight silence before you walk over.

With a small quiver in your finger, you place your hand on the brass handle like it could snap at you with merciless teeth. It stays there as you dig your eyes into the wood, searing it with purpose, that cold, lifeless metal in your tensed grip. With a grit of your teeth, you let it drop numbly, shaking your head. You grab your wallet and phone instead, stuffing them into your pocket, and shuffling away.

“Don’t need it,” your low voice reasons aloud, a hidden object swiftly leaving your consciousness. 

Dragging your desk chair over to the tall curtains, you grasp a hold of the metal rod that holds them with trapped breath, reaching on your tiptoes carefully. Puffing out breaths, you unhook it after the third try with a mute chuckle. A smirk takes residence on your face. 

Getting down on unsteady feet, you accidentally knock the hard material directly into the wall with a loud slam as your legs shift too quickly.

You freeze in an instant, ears strained and eyes wide. Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you stand holding the rod, those navy curtains a swell of the deep sea at your feet. 

Body ready to bolt, you take thin breaths before you realize nothing else is moving in the house. Letting out a long and slow breath, you move backward. 

Setting the rod across the opening of the window frame parallel, it stands in as an anchor as you feel your backside connect with the bottom wall. Focusing, you lift one leg and twist your spine to leave you straddling the frame with nervous pulses in your veins. Ducking your head, you move your grip to the curtains and grab them tightly, muscles straining. 

In a moment of courage, you say, “C’mon, I can do this…” and place one foot on the outside frame. The wood groans and sinks in, but you don’t let it scare you off. This had to be done. With a deep breath, you lean back with tightly closed eyes. 

Except you don’t fall. 

Lids pulling back, you stare at where your feet dig into the frame and how your hands hold the curtains—held themselves by the rod on the inside of your room that spans far more than the window's size. Your entire body is at an angle, hair swishing behind you due to gravity. 

“Holy hell,” You can’t help but utter, chuckling. 

Moving one foot back, you place it firmly to the side of your house as you scale backward down to the ground with sliding hands. The long curtain rod holds tight. 

In mere minutes, your feet hit down and you stumble before letting the curtain slowly go—far above hearing the slight ping of the thing hitting the floor at the loss of tension. With a smile on your lips, you dart away into the back garden before Gaz can even question the noise coming from your room.

All that’s left are the curtains whipping in the breeze.

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[bluemoondust]

Just a thought but. I think all the rocket execs + giovanni would be scary as hell, but petrel specifically since he’s known for disguising himself as other people. Stalker 100%

I went off on a tangent ack—

Indeed they all are, and for good reason too. I always felt like out of all the antagonist organizations, Team Rocket just has the most scary upper rank members.

Giovanni is terrifying on his own without any explanation at all. We just know he's extremely scary. There are so many examples of why and then there's the fact that he was also a Gym Leader while doing all the devious things as leader of Team Rocket. He'd make a frightening yandere, but only if his darling complies and behaves.

Proton is so sadistic, even in game with the whole Slowpoke Well stuff going about. He's even considered the cruelest one in Team Rocket! He also gets angry easily so... That's not a good combo... This man is just loving every second of someone else's misery. I would feel bad for anyone who manages to snag his attention as a yandere.

Ariana; embodiment of Girlboss Gaslight Gatekeep— but for real, she called herself a sort of stand in for Giovanni even though Archer was basically the leader at the time. Ma'am literally calls you baby while stating you're in for a thrashing. She'd be the type of yandere that would mock sympathy her darling as they're trying to escape or are yelling for her to let them go.

Archer... Is a very interesting one. If Ariana is Girlboss Gaslight Gatekeep then Archer is Manipulate Mansplain Malewife— Anyways, I feel like he'd be a bit of a delusional/devoted yandere, but he's also scary in the sense that he has moments where he's aware of his actions. Especially when his darling brings to light what he's done. No remorse for his actions and he has ways to keeping his darling from leaving. Also, just because he's devoted doesn't mean he'll let himself be coaxed into anything his darling wants. No, he's smarter than that.

Ah, yes, my favorite of the bunch Petrel would indeed be scary to deal with. Have you seen how accurate his disguises are??? To the point where I feel like he can mimic voices! You'll never know where he is and it would be even more horror inducing if his darling were to ever escape from him! Who could they trust if this man can potentially be anyone they run into? Trust issues and paranoia obtained. He would use his talent to his advantage. And of course, he would be a stalker, completely agree. I mean, how else would he figure out who you hang out with so he'd lure you to his trap?

In conclusion, Team Rocket is scary and there is no hope for anyone who becomes a darling to anyone of these people.

[ask-the-team-rocket-executives]

D??

D = Dreams: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

NOTE: I added little things for every character that I feel from my personal headcannons of what type of person they may be into, but these are just my personal opinions and headcannons! All s/o posts are gender neutral as well. 😊💕

Ariana: One of Ariana's number one priorities is to feel that she can live comfortably. It doesn't mean she's looking for a person with a lot of money to spare, but someone who will know she needs to feel like there's nothing to worry about, and who also knows that she needs space sometimes. She enjoys the thought that someone is always there for her and in her corner. She also enjoys the thought of having a partner who's okay with a little touchy touchy back and forth. She may want kids but may act a little stand off-ish about it for a while because she isn't sure if she's ready and how to express herself when she's ready to talk about it. She likes to imagine having a few children running around and although she may not want a HUGE family, she wouldn't mind 3 or 4 kids. Ultimately she'd like to eventually have children, travel, and if not work in Team Rocket have a steady career doing something she enjoys, whether it's makeup or administrative work.

Archer: He would love to keep his s/o as close as possible, even to the point of trying to employ them within Team Rocket or wherever he works just to be able to see them or watch out for them throughout the day, but worries about the risks of his job or their unhappiness. I think he feels he could be happy almost anywhere with the person he loves but would like to feel like they have a stable place to live and not like he's dragging them around through phases of his own life, and would secure housing for both of them to live within the walls and fortresses of Team Rocket. He's not against having children, but he doesn't want to find out that he isn't in his s/o's or child's life as much as he hoped he would be or could promise. He also worries about if he would really want them to grow up to be the way he is, thinking about the inevitable dangers that come with his work and how he had to fall down so much to become cunning. If he felt safe enough or worked somewhere different, he'd like to live somewhere urban in a house or condo with lots of sunshine. When it comes to home life, he likes the idea of being snuggly with his s/o throughout the day and enjoying the silence that comes after putting his child/children to bed. His s/o may be someone he finds "frilly" and "sweet" I guess you could say.

Proton (Manga Proton. Sorry, I never got the chance to play the game!! 🙈): I think Proton can be a tuffy. He wants to sit down and structure their futures but he doesn't know of how to say what he means without getting flustered or getting off topic, or making things feel like an interrogation about the rest of their lives. He may sound a little sudden in his suggestions and wants, but he's been thinking about things constantly and doesn't quite understand the "communication" part sometimes. It goes to show that a level head can't fix everything if you can't communicate well. He would also want his s/o to live in Team Rocket housing if they feel comfortable, and wouldn't complain about living in a small space that secretly gives him cabin fever. If they didn't live there and/or he had a different job, they'd probably be living in an apartment or condo somewhere urban to feel the flow of the city and like everything they need is less than a mile away. He'd try to find something to devote his career life toward, and it would probably be close to what he does now. I don't think he's inclined on having an early retirement, and he'd like to have at least two kids. I think he'd probably like someone who thinks more structured (Someone who can keep up with him.) or someone who is at least an out-of-the-box thinker.

Petrel: Petrel probably doesn't think far enough ahead in life to have a clear picture of what he wants and tends to "go with the flow," so he may sometimes spend more time on thinking of what his s/o may need as long as he himself doesn't push his own boundaries over. Like Archer, he may try to convince them to consider housing within the walls of Team Rocket for safety but also partially because he wouldn't be able to commute long distances every time he worried about them or felt they were being left out of his loop like a badly behaved frat boyfriend (Which I don't think he is.). I think he's can actually be pretty adoring and/or cuddly towards an s/o contrary to popular belief, and would ultimately try to sit down with them and make things work. I don't think he'd be against kids, but I don't think he'd want a huge family until he started having them. I don't think Archer and Petrel are similar, but I do think that Petrel may also like someone "frilly" and "sweet" and energetic or someone laid back and quiet.

[worldofpokemonimagines]

Milk tea executive petrel?

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

You'd find it surprising that his lips aren't as rough as you had imagined, but you can feel a hint of it. They are pretty smooth. Should you actually ask him about this, he'll lightly tease you for your curiosity before pulling out lip balm (a personal headcanon I have for him). Man doesn't like his lips all dry or he'll unconsciously chew the skin, so he uses it to prevent that. Petrel also adds with a smirk that he has different flavors if you're really interested in trying, which causes you to become flustered and lightly punch his shoulder. He likes to have a bit of fun with kissing and is laid back about it too. If he sees the opportunity, he'll kiss your shoulders and neck, just to make you laugh a little. On days where he's tired from work, his kisses are a little sloppy and wet which you push his head away, laughing softly.

[worldofpokemonimagines]

Earl grey tea, executive petrel?

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

Petrel is very nonchalant when it comes to matters that concern you; especially those that are centered around your affections. However, courting you only comes when the two of you have at least know each other for some time. He doesn't just jump into things without some form of thought put into it and prefers to ease into a situation. So, once Petrel knows you are interested in him, he'll give hints here and there that he shares this interest. These hints include showing a little more bias towards you, being more at ease touching you (head pats, shoulder touches, teasingly pokes, little nudges, etc.) and letting you know in the most subtle ways that he listens to your conversations and interests. It's funny, he finds it a bit humorous that you actually like him, but he's not complaining. The thing about Petrel is that he won't be confessing; you will. He's the type to let you come to him, rather than the other way around and maybe he'll give you a little push in confessing if you're the more hesitant type.