#treasure eatery

[effiesketch]

After work drinks

[paldealeagueofficial]

This just in:

A trainer has defeated me in a battle at the Treasure Eatery. But that's not the news. The news is that he called me Lawrence on his way out.

Please just call me Larry.

-Larry

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Larry, Larry, Oh So Extraordinary

“Afternoon, Larry! Your usual, I presume?”

“Hello, Moe. And yes, please.”

“Comin’ right up!”

Larry slid into his seat, setting his briefcase down onto the floor beside his feet. He let out a sigh, it was identical to the other sighs he let out every workday. And the sighs he normally let out while placing himself down at the counter were of content. He considered the Treasure Eatery as his safe haven. The constant low humming of the bustling restaurant was a pleasant experience for him, and the scent of aged wood and cooked food brought him comfort whenever he set foot inside the warm building. However, this particular sigh was for another reason. And because she had mastered the art of decrypting the different pitches of his sighs and what they meant, Moe instantly caught up on it.

“That doesn’t sound like a happy sigh,” she slid him a fresh plate of grilled rice balls, complemented with two slices of lemon. One minute and forty seconds, she was quicker than last time. “Everything goin’ alright? Besides the usual office woes, of course.”

Larry looked down at the golden triangles before him, instantly feeling his mood lift a smidge. Food. Food was always a good thing. Food was always there for him. Food never disappointed him. Food made him happy.

“Well,” he began, wedging a lemon slice in between his fingers and spritzing his rice. “You know how the Pokémon League has been scrambling for the past month to find suitable candidates for the Elite Four, since all the previous ones resigned?”

He didn’t need to say any more. “No way, you got promoted?!”

He snorted, taking his first bite and chewing thoughtfully. “More like forced. I don’t know what on Earth my boss was thinking recommending me. I’m just an average guy from Medali who likes to eat, I’m nothing worth nominating over.”

Moe swat the air, eyeballing the wok of frying vegetables to her left. “Oh, don’t be like that, Larry! You’re known as the ‘Exceptional Everyman’ around here! We didn’t give you that title for no reason!”

Larry hummed as he finished off the first rice ball and went to the other one. “And I still don’t quite understand why you all insisted on giving me that title. Or why the League even demands that we submit titles in the first place.”

Moe scratched her forehead with her arm. “Think of it as a uniformity. I know how much you value consistency.”

He arched a thick eyebrow.

“You know how Gym Leaders in other regions have a title, or some kind of motto or phrase that describes their person or the type of Pokémon they specialize in, right?” She took a brief moment to finish up another dish of stir fry, setting the hot bowl onto the counter for the waitress to retrieve it.

“‘The Lightning Lieutenant’ in Vermilion,” and she stuck out fingers to count. “‘The Underground Boss of Driftveil.’ Hearthome’s ‘Alluring, Soulful Dancer.’ ‘The Person Who Makes Paths with Starlight’ in Anistar. The list goes on.”

Larry frowned, swiping away a grain of rice on his cheek. They all were much too complicated for his liking, and the last one felt nauseatingly over the top. Now “The Extraordinary Everyman” didn’t sound as bad as when he first heard it. A thought crossed his mind and he hummed.

“Gym Leaders in Alola don’t have titles,” he mentioned. The second shriveled lemon lay discarded in the corner of his plate.

“Unless you count ‘Trial Captain,’” she winked, cracking a couple of eggs into a skillet and scrambling them with a whisk. “It doesn’t have the same ring as the others, but a title’s a title.”

She had a point, he supposed. He was just glad he wasn’t the one who contributed to the creation of his title. He had the creativity of a blank sheet of paper, and he didn’t want to be bothered with spending any more of his depleting energy or fleeting time to come up with something.

“Another one, ‘Larry the Extraordinary?’” She chuckled as he ducked his head in between his shoulders.

“…Yes, please…” 

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✪ This is just a little small snippet from a much bigger passion project I’m working on! 

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Writing done by me!

Illustration drawn by the amazing MsCMB_! <3

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[paldea-champ-n1cki]

It's actually one of my favorite places to get food when I'm nearby! They have such good grilled food. And the steak! Oooo I love their steak. It's always cooked perfectly.

You can change a pokémon's Teratype there? How'd that work? I get that you said it has something to do with the cook, but what exactly do I ask for???????

Have you ever been to the Treasure Eatery in Medali? They have such good food.

- @paldea-champ-n1cki

ohhhh, yes i have!! i've been there a couple times actually--i don't usually get to go there, but the few times i have been it's been a blast and the food is always wonderful!!

the cook there's actually one of the reasons lulu can turn super spooky in a battle too~

[tymns]

He’s so fine can’t take my eyes off 😩👌

My headcanon age for Larry/Aoki is late 30s/early 40s

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don’t worry i’m gonna hit 26 soon:)

[world-of-stones-and-colors]

for my own amusement who wants a thread where larry is babysitting an Infant for the day

[scootersscooter]

WIP because there's like a 70% chance I don't go back to finish this

[sunflowertrick]

the gym test here is really neat!!! i really like when they include stuff thats important to the towns the gyms are in its super cool:)

[blueberry-gills]

Oh Cascarrafa sandstorms, how I missed you <3 I should've brought sunglasses or somrthing oh my Arc

Anyway I can't wait to get back to my room and sleep for like a thousand years akdhakdjkafh

[shinyhappydigistar]

Suffice to say, dinner at the Treasure Eatery is on the house tonight.

[jadeazora]

No new episode today, but we do have some new Mojacookie art from the Anipoke Twitter.

Enjoying Kingambit's noodles, hopefully isn't as expensive for Larry as it was at the Treasure Eatery lol

[pokemonshelterstories]

All right I got to ask. What's with Paldea and sandwiches? Like why is it seem to be the only food y'all talk about around here?

it's...not? sandwiches are a common food for traveling trainers, because the ingredients are easy to get and store (canned goods stores sell lots of things that are compact and keep well, and there are delis and bakeries everywhere), and they don't necessarily require cooking.

paldea has an incredible assortment of amazing food! paella, tortillas, klawf al ajillo, churros...fresh seafood from the market at porto marinada and olives from cortondo...the grilled rice ball specialty at the treasure eatery and arroz con leche made with the rice grown out near alfornada and cascarrafa...even dishes inspired by other regions like pickled toedscool, tatsugiri sushi, and the crepes from a shop founded by a kantonian chef! that's not even getting into the incredible wines produced with our grapes. if you're not out and about on a gym challenge, you're definitely not just eating sandwiches every day!

[izzabela]

In the Mafia's Eyes - Lin Kuei Siblings x GN!reader

in which the deadliest mafia group's leader and two brothers have you in their sight

a/n: i was scrolling through and i laid my eyes on the most beautiful fanart EVER, so i asked permission to use it (as you can see, i got permission) BIG UPS TO @moonbay1cn for letting me use their art (i cropped it to fit my blog formats, if you don't mind)

ships: tomas, bi han, kuai liang x GN!reader

warning[s]: mentions of blood, suggested violence, suggestive, you're delusional

p.s. mafia au! the Lin Kuei are based in the U.S. instead of Arctika/China

You should have realized who the men you served were. Every single clue and hint was there, pointing you in the right direction, yet you ignored the obvious flags that waved in your brain.

New York City is insidious: places to be, things to do, dreams to achieve. There's a reason why it's called "the city that doesn't sleep." People are up at all hours of the day and night to do things, and the night was a tad more active than the day. For you, however, the days seemed to blur together. Working at a 24/7 shop isn't rare. What made it rare was that it was a 24/7 tea house/café/eatery.

In the middle of Manhattan.

Upper east side, Manhattan.

In a rundown building that was browner than poop stains and long-deceased rat corpses.

That should have been your first hint.

The building was old, needing constant repairs here and there, yet it was untouched by the most powerful real estate agents, landlords, and other money-grubbing losers that would love to tear the building down to replace it with a painfully sleek and sterile one.

You were grateful for Madame Bo's persistence against this modern era of sad, beige modernness, but were also confused. How did she make so much money to keep them away? And if she had such money, why wouldn't she do the renovations herself? She could easily update the internals and externals of the building if she wanted to.

"Oh dear," she had said, "The charm is in the age of the building."

The second clue to the enigma of the tea house café were the customers.

When you were first hired by Madame Bo, you didn't really notice the patterns of people coming in and out, nor the lackeys that would round the block. Despite how old this building was, it was a popular stop for both the middle class and the privileged snobs residing in the upper east side. Over time, you knew who were regulars and who weren't.

When you worked the day shifts, you made note of four men who would be walking outside the building. On other shifts, they switched it up on you and they were paired with women, posing as couples. However, you knew better than that. Sure, to the untrained eye they would have just been randoms working out, but your gut told you otherwise. They were tall, slightly beefed with muscle, and walked faster than a normal New Yorker- yeah, definitely not normal.

What also peeved you out was the fact you always felt... something on you. You couldn't figure out if it was safety or protection, but what you definitely felt were eyes on you.

It didn't stop there, though.

On the very rare, and desperate, occasions you had a night shift, you kept a mental tab that two people would enter the empty eatery. They would sit on opposite sides of the room, laptops open and untouched. While you didn't judge the work ethics of others, you certainly judged people who had questionable habits of work. Even so, Madame Bo made drinks for them- free of charge!

"My dear," she said to you one fateful night shift, "They do a lot more for us than we know."

The last hint was as obvious as a clown in disguise. Scratch that, it's not even a hint anymore- it's a big red "x marks the spot" on a treasure map. And the "treasure" came in a pack of three hot guys.

Every month since you began working with Madame Bo, three men in luxurious suits and tuxes came to visit the shabby tea house. One of them with gray-colored hair, while the other two matched in black colored hair. You also noted their style of face covering, two of them opting for a face mask while the other remained bare-faced.

Every month without fail, these three men came to visit and sit down for some tea. There were times where they just sat in comfortable silence together, other times they were discussing the mundane in their lives. Most of the time, though, they simply sat together and spoke with Madame Bo, laughing and engaging in hearty conversation.

Every time they spoke with her, you couldn't help but stare at them. Madame Bo and the three mystery men were more different than the poles in a magnetic field, yet they spoke to her with such respect and joy. You thought it was just a rare case of rich people being kind. During a day shift when they visited, you asked Madame Bo for the origins of the three men.

"Oh them? I used to watch them when they were little," she explained to you, Raiden, and Kung Lao, "All three of them are brothers, with Tomas being adopted."

You remembered that you zoned out during the explanation of her ties with them, the only thing you got were their names: Tomas for the ash colored hair, Bi Han to the navy suit, and Kuai Liang in his amber-rust colored suit. As you zoned out, your eyes wandered over to the three.

They were engaged in their own conversation, chuckling quietly as they spoke about their business. While the air within them was pleasant, you felt a bit of fear and excitement. Something about them made you want to straighten up, look presentable, and be on your best behavior. You wanted to give them the best customer service in their lives- actually, maybe more than just "service".

You remembered catching the eyes of Kuai Liang, who briefly looked away from his siblings to catch you staring at them. His gold-black mask covered the bottom half of his face, but the way his eyes wrinkled a bit signaled some sort of smile that lied underneath.

You blushed and turned away, trying to zone back into the conversation with Madame Bo and the other boys you worked with.

"Woah! So like, are they super rich, Madame Bo?" Kung Lao asked innocently.

Madame Bo nodded, stating something about how they own a couple of stores in the upper east side thanks to a family business. You, however, still did not get the memo about who they were until later that day.

This was the answer to your dilemma on who these ferocious and fine men were.

After a night with some of your close friends, you were walking home alone following a sketchy back-path. It was supposed to be a shortcut, provided by the maps app on your phone. However, it died after you forgot to charge it, leaving you wandering the unruly city during its worst. As you walked, you fell into trouble with some sleazy idiots.

You remembered how close they were to you, their alcohol-stained breath and sleazy style of walk. The way they slithered over your shoulder to try and get you to come home with them. Not only were you sober, but willing to fight. You had punched one of them in the nuts to escape, but the grasp of one of the disgusting men was too strong for you.

You remembered four of them surrounding you, and you really thought you'd meet your end in the alley that night. You closed your eyes, but heard gun shots and the sounds of bodies hitting the damp concrete. What once was creepy and dangerous men surrounding you, you found them lying in their own blood, clean shots through the head.

You fell to your knees, threatening to cry, but you saw a familiar color on a suit. Okay, a few familiar colors: gray, navy, and rusty amber. You saw a gloved hand reach out to yours, leading to Bi Han's broad figure. You took it, and he effortlessly brought you to your feet. You noticed his other gloved hand was getting replaced, Kuai Liang replacing the soiled mitten.

Tomas snuck behind you (you didn't even feel him get there) to offer his coat. He gently placed it on your shoulders, his eyes peeking down at your round, doe, startled ones. Despite what happened in front of you, and despite you finally learning who they really were, you weren't afraid.

Each man held something in their eyes that promised you safety, security, and protection. Like a guardian angel, these men made a promise with their eyes to you. A promise saying that no matter where you are, what you're doing, that you'd always be safe.

As the saying goes, "It's in the eyes, chico," and boy they aren't wrong.

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It's been a couple of months since that incident, and the games you've played with them and your mind have been infectious. The brother's visits to the café have begun to happen more frequently, they even visit you alone sometimes, which didn't help your brain's delusions.

Every time one of them came to the cafè, you were afraid they would see right through you and into your horny thoughts. Whenever they visited and watched you work, you felt their eyes not leaving you once. It got so bad that you would bring Raiden or Kung Lao to distract you while doing stuff, or simply have Madame Bo make them leave.

Even so, it didn't stop your mind at all.

On the day's Kuai Liang came to the café, his gaze on you was steady and still, like a constant fire during a winter storm. The way he looked at you was full of wanting, desire, and desperation- like he needed you more than oxygen. Your brain imagined that his body was warmer than most, and that he would keep you in a dizzying trance.

Your mind played scenarios in which Kuai Liang would explore every part of you, with no intent of letting you go either. His hands leaving hand-shaped slap marks and bruises, marking every part of you to let the world know that you were his alone to worship. His loyalty to you and your body would leave you overwhelmed, melting under his constant affection and love.

Your mind concluded he'd be a gentleman and a rough lover, and you had to shake the thoughts out before he knew.

When Bi Han came to visit, you didn't have to know it was him at all. While Kuai Liang's presence was warm and welcoming, Bi Han's aura was chill to the bone. Whenever you were working, Bi Han's eyes never left your body. You figured his stares felt more...cold: persistent, chilly, and never-ending. Like a blizzard in the cold tundra of the arctic.

With Bi Han, your mind played vignettes of how he'd take you to bed. He would be rough, not like Kuai Liang. He'd pull your hair, smack your perky behind, and tell you how much of a degenerate you really were- all for him of course. He'd leave hickeys everywhere on your body, a mosaic of pink, purple and red on you to remind you who belonged to who.

Your mind also thinks he'd be great with aftercare. All that rough-housing and such, you needed to calm down and collect yourself. Your brain fills your mind with him putting you in a bath, rubbing your back, shampooing your hair too. He'd whisper "I love you's" in your delusions, peppering each hickey with kisses.

For him, your mind finalized he'd be the roughest of the three, while also caring for your wellbeing post-sex.

Your brain was working in serious overdrive.

Finally, when Tomas came to visit, you always felt sweet with him around. Not only would he stare at you with such love in his eyes, but he'd engage with others around him.

Like a butterfly, he'd go around and spread joy; however, he loved floating around you the most. You found that talking to him was easier than talking to his brothers, so you talked to him about the basics of who you were. When you tried to bring up that night, he told you that it would stay between you four- a private business transaction.

He'd also ask why you spoke to him more, and not his brothers. He assured you that they wouldn't bite, but you simply said it was out of respect.

And to keep your thoughts at bay.

Despite all of this, you weren't fooled by him at all. The way he looked at you, when people weren't present, was filled with a primal hunger, a desire to have you. He was the predator, and you knew damn well that you were his prey- not able to get away from his trapping gaze. His stares were sharp and clear, like a hunter ready for the kill.

And by the elder gods your mind was ready to be hunted.

You imagined his grip on you being tight, like you'd disappear and he'd never find you again. He would be intentional with tour body, exploring every part of you in more depth and detail than his brothers. His touch would make you feel sensitive, flinching at how feathery and flighty his fingers were as he took every part of you for himself.

He'd kiss you like he'd leave forever- full of longing, desperation, and wanting. Your brain thinks he'd need you more than oxygen, that he would love nothing more than to breath your natural scent in like the necessary element.

If Kuai Liang made you dizzy with heat, and Bi Han made you shiver with his chill, then Tomas would have you writhing under him like a poor animal in heat.

You prayed to the elder gods silently, hoping the men wouldn't see your perverse thoughts as they came by the shop.

Unfortunately, your pleas were ignored.

During their monthly visitation, you saw to the brothers yourself and sat them down, took their order, and made their drinks. Tomas took an Earl Gray with a pastry, Kuai Liang with some matcha, and Bi Han with Oolong tea.

You quickly gave their drinks to them, paired with an even quicker "thanks for waiting" and retreated behind the counter.

You watched them only for a bit, your brain playing new scenarios, but you distracted yourself with chores. Deep into them, you didn't even feel them leave until Raiden and Kung Lao tapped your shoulder, money in the latter's and a note in the former's.

"Looks like our prettiest barista got some tip money," Kung Lao teased, "A crisp twenty dolla bill too!"

You gasped, but who could have gifted you with such a generous tip? Raiden hands you a slip of paper, which answers your question and fills your head with more of them.

"Uhh..." he fidgeted nervously, "I am not sure what this means, but it definitely makes me wonder..." he handed the note to you and you flush the deepest shade of red ever.

It's in the eyes, little barista

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once again, big ups to @moonbay1cn for letting me use their beautiful piece of media for this post!

see yall in the next fic ;)

[bellafragolina]

I loved the last hcs you wrote about taking care of the submas after a long day at work!! 🥰

Can I request the same for Larry? the poor man desperately needs someone to spoil him after a long day 😭

the man who needs it the Most shall Receive it!!!

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Coming home is a blur. Larry usually has his moments of disassociation, tiredness encapsulating his poor mind as it struggles to keep up with every single thing he's been assigned to do, but this is very startling in and of itself.

When did you take his coat? Where did his briefcase go? His tie? How did you get his shoes off??

Larry blinks owlishly at you, watching in muted shock as you flit back and forth, his Pokémon and yours following at your beck and call. He briefly pictures you in a flowing dress, singing to woodland creatures as you await a true love to come and find you, like in the movies Poppy enjoys.

But no, you're not awaiting anything. You smile at him, your supposed prince charming, who's too exhausted to stop you from pushing him onto the couch so you can bring him dish after dish of steaming food.

He recognizes them all as the things he usually orders from the Treasure Eatery, but none of them are from there. No, he can see the slight changes and imperfections that come from someone who is more normal in the kitchen, like you. You made all of this.

You made all of his favorite foods, just for him.

"Eat." You command, striding back towards the kitchen with his Staraptor trying to nip at the sleeves of your shirt so you'll drop some food for it to gobble up. "Before it gets cold, Larry!"

Larry turns to the food, slowly picking up a grilled rice ball, and bites into it. It tastes like the ones from the Treasure Eatery, but. . .

He looks to where you run your fingers through Staraptor's features, praising the bird for a good day's work.

It tastes better. Way better.

Hunger grips Larry like never before. He shoves what he can into his mouth, trying everything to see if your touch is truly magic like that. And it is, soothing his tongue like no other dish he's ever tried in his life.

A call of your name pulls you from your Pokémon-feeding duties. You trot back into the living room, plopping beside your overworked man, a hand easily resting on the back of his neck.

"It's good." Larry hums, sighing when you begin to gently massage away the knots he always carries.

"I'm glad." You say, truly relieved he likes your cooking. It's no Treasure Eatery, you know, but you wanted to show Larry how much you appreciated his hard work (even though you were of the mind that he shouldn't have three jobs like this). "I want to make things easier where I can."

Larry pecks a kiss to your lips. You're so stunned by the sudden affection that you don't resist him putting a rice ball to your lips.

"Life is easy with you." Larry says, simple as that. Because it is. "Eat. You need to."

You just chuckle, taking a happy bite. Hopefully he's as pleased with the massage gun you plan to reveal to him after he's showered.

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hope you enjoy!! i love him <3

~Renee

[fiannalover]

Thanks to the recently released Masters Event (Challenge from passionate spirits), I have enough evidence for my theory on what is Geeta's deal with Larry:

Simply put, Geeta is someone who places a lot of value on honesty and self-expression, and also believes that pokemon battling is one of the best ways to develop the latter and grow as a person and society. We see this when she associated Nemona's façade with sadness, then applies thesame (flawed though true) logic to Dana's Customer Service front, and we see it with how Invested she is in battling.

So. Enter Larry.

When she sees someone (visibly) holding back (either in battle or emotionally) Geeta is like >:/ come on use your words. So the thing with Larry is she genuinely wants to watch him break. She wants him to be fed up and call her out and 1v1 her no items treasure eatery, she wants him to show Emotions, she wants that so bad she is completely unable to understand it can't happen because he already broke like a decade ago and that like, his deal is how most normal people get through life.

Tldr this is Geeta @ Larry

[bulbagarden]

Larry, are you single? Asking for a friend 👀

Trainers, I believe this is Hassel asking this question. But there is no sense in him hiding behind this 'Anonymous' account.

Hassel, of all people, you should know of my relationship status very well.

Did the two of us not take Poppy to the Treasure Eatery on my day off yesterday, where she proudly proclaimed the both of us her 'grandpas'?

I think that should tell you all you need to know.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work.