#beastars fanfic

[w2beastars]

Beast Complex: The Deer and the Wolf

(Warning: This is a VERY self-indulgent fanfic, read at own risk)

He was a red deer at the beginning of his fifties. He had a slim build and fair face that made him look younger than he actually was. The square-framed pince-nez glasses he was wearing helped making him look like an animal of a certain age. He was dressed in a black suit, appropriate due to the funeral he had to host only four days ago.

The CEO of the Horns conglomerate tapped the table with a finger while feeling anxious. Louis was unsure if accepting the offer of a cup of coffee to catch up with her was such a good idea. They hadn't seen each other in years, and they didn't part on good terms. Or at least, not exactly good, but perhaps not bad either. But he had been so surprised to see her attend the cremating ceremony, he had probably not been thinking straight.

Louis took a glance around the coffee shop. Several animals had gathered here to chat. He saw a orange cat with a cell phone of a sort similar to the kind Louis had used when he was a teenager. Louis was glad that phones had made a comeback, he had never been thrilled about the lenses you could put into your eyes, it felt... wrong and intrusive. But perhaps new technology always felt threatening when you had reach a certain age.

Louis then spotted an empty table with a half-filled tea cup and an empty glass. There was a straw in the glass, the end of it had been chewed on.

It made the deer recall something. Something that made him blush.

"Louis."

Louis blinked and turned his attention toward a grey wolf with brown fur. She was dressed in a dark-blue blazer that was open, revealing a white shirt. Her fur was curly. She seemed like she was out of breath, as if she had been running, but she wore high heels.

Louis smiled, more out of a sense of being polite than actually being happy to see her. "Juno, it's good to see you again."

"I'm very sorry, there was a small crisis at the studio. One of the models had accused the tiger who took the photos of looking at her funny. I swear, bunny models are gonna be the death of me..." Juno took a seat at the other end of Louis' table. "Iced strawberry latte, please." She said to the hyena who worked as waiter in the café.

"I would like another coffee." Louis said. He looked at Juno. "So... you seem to be in good health."

"I am."

"Time sure flies by."

"Sure does."

"I should have tried to stay in touch-"

"We have both been busy." Juno said this despite knowing that was not the reason they hadn't talked in years.

There was an awkward pause. Neither the wolf or the deer knew what to say. But after they got their drinks, Juno decided to take the initiative. She recalled that she usually had to when it came to matters with Louis.

"I was not sure if showing up to the funeral was a good idea or not. The article said only family and close friends were invited-"

"I would say you belong in the second category."

Juno raised an eyebrow. "Do I?"

Louis shrugged. "As far as I'm concerned." He sighed and smiled awkwardly. "I appreciate that you came."

Juno took a big sip of her latte. "Your daughter sure didn't. She was rude."

"Only because she thought you were a nosey stranger. I'm surprised Marie didn't recognize you. She wears one of your dresses for parties."

Juno smirked. "Then your daughter has good taste."

Louis rolled his eyes and made a small laugh. "Well, aren't you modest..."

Juno did her best not to wag her tail, it was not proper for a wolf her age to do so in public. Then, she looked serious. "I'm very sorry. Well, for what happened to her. To Azuki."

Louis' face changed into a grave expression. "Well... that makes two of us." Louis sighed before placing his cup against his lips.

Juno emptied her cup. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if what she was about to ask was too intrusive. But she had to know. "Did you... love your wife?"

Louis blinked. He coughed, almost spitting out the coffee. He had forgotten how direct this wolf could be. Juno looked at Louis, waiting for an answer. Louis decided to clean his classes to win some time.

"Well..." Louis cleared his throat. "I should just answer yes, that would be the appropriate response, but... it's not that simple. Azuki was very frank, she told me our marriage was about what was best for the Horns Conglomerate. We had a daughter, but that does not necessarily make a couple closer. But we grew to care a great deal for each other. Calling it friendship is not a fitting description, she was not my friend, she was... my companion." Louis smiled. "She knew me so well, she understood me. And now that she is gone... it is as if I lost a small part of myself." Louis sighed, then noticed he was shedding a tear.

He looked at Juno. The wolf started crying as well. And what she said... took him completely by surprise.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Juno yelled, exposing all of her fangs while slamming a fist against the table.

Louis almost lept from his chair. He pushed his classes closer to his eyes as he looked confused. "Excuse me?"

Juno growled, not giving a damn about tact in public space. "Our last night together, when I left that train... the one thing that made me keep calm, the one thing that stopped me from bawling my eyes out and yell at you and kick you in the groin... was knowing you would never be happy with that bimbo!"

Louis was baffled. Then angry. "Hey, that's my wife you are talking abo-"

"I could handle you not being mine because I could comfort myself with you being unsatisfied and unhappy with that pipsqueak! And now you are telling me that you actually miss her?!"

"I... I'm sorry, are you saying that I have hurt your feelings by caring for a female I was married to for thirty years?!"

"Yes, dammit!" Juno stood up and glared at the middle-aged deer. "You owe me me to at least having been a tiny bit miserable with her!"

Louis felt as if he was about to explode as he stood up as well. "You selfish... you childish... you self-centered... you egotistical..." He dropped his glasses as he yelled at the female wolf. "YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED AT ALL, HAVE YOU?!"

For a moment they just glared at each other. The other animals at the coffee-house had stopped talking and eating and instead looked at the heated argument that had started in the middle of the room. The orange cat picked up their phone, wondering if calling the police was necessary

And then, Juno started to giggle, covering her mouth.

Louis narrowed his eyes. "What? What's so funny?"

Juno snorted. "You still look like a little kid when you get all worked up!"

Louis heart was pounding. He was utterly confused. He blushed.

And then he grabbed Juno by the collar of her blazer and kissed her. The wolf was startled, but then hugged the deer and returned the kiss.

Everyone in the coffee-shop looked completely petrified except for the cat who filmed the dramatic scene with their phone.

Then... Louis regained his sanity. He pushed Juno away, resulting in her tripping because of her high heels. "WHAT ON EARTH AM I DOING!? I JUST BURRIED MY WIFE LESS THAN A WEEK AGO! YOU DAMN WOLVES, YOU MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND!" And then he stormed out of the room.

Juno giggled as she sat on the floor. "Wow..."

[hiiimrose]

I uploaded a new fic! If you want to check it out, please read the tags!🥲

"Animal, Cannibal":

[queen-raven-imp]

For some reason, I got an idea for a plot that took place in a Victorian Era AU and included some heavy homoerotic undertones (and overtones, eventually). And since I’m rewatching Beastars and being mentally ill about it again, I made some Lougoshi fanfic out of it.

Summary: This is a historical AU that takes place in the late 19th century in Europe, in the Victorian Era. Legoshi is a set and backdrop artist in a community theatre group. Louis is in the same group, but one of the lead male actors. During rehearsals for A Midsummer Night’s Dream, the wolf and the deer both stay behind to work on their respective crafts, and end up bumping into each other. Louis takes an interest in the aspiring artist, becoming his patron. They each learn new things about their crafts, and tensions rise as they test their new dynamic — the herbivore starting to enjoy holding power over a carnivore.

[beautifulstarsbeastars]

Can you write a fic where Legosi becomes leader of the dokugumi and he’s actually surprisingly good at it

This sounds interesting! The Dokugumi did seem to like Legoshi after they saw he, despite looking like a regular wolf, was immune to their venom.

[azukokarisma]

Chapter 11 - Love Shack (NSFW)

“Get the curtain.”

After a quick stop at Pina’s dorm for lube and a tiger-sized condom, Bill and Pina now find themselves at the secluded shack again, for the second time this week.

Bill pulls the floor-length curtain shut, sealing away the outside world and leaving just him and Pina in the little shack, which appears to have been repurposed to be a miniature love hotel. The old and gunky lube plus the ancient condoms both in the nightstand drawer signal that it’s fallen out of use, so hopefully nobody else knows they’re here.

Bill’s mind is running full steam ahead; this is his first time with an herbivore, a male one at that. He cares so much for Pina, and the deepest, most primal parts of his heart want this, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t worried about anything going wrong.

Sitting on the bed, Pina wrangles his thoughts in. What worries him is the fact that he can’t mess up tonight; with any other fling, he could toss them away and move onto the next hole or dick to pleasure himself with. Bill’s different – if they’re incompatible in the sheets, then there’s not a whole lot that can be done, save for breaking it off. Needless to say, the pressure is on Pina to perform and take good care of his tiger, because he’s the one with the experience in the sack.

Bill sits down on the bed as well, his weight causing Pina to tilt into him a bit.

Pina wraps his arms around Bill from the side, as he nuzzles his snout against the tiger’s shoulder. “How’re you feeling, Billy?”

“...Nervous. B-But, excited too.”

[adilay-ackatery]

Dismal | Juno x Lous ( Fanfic)

Even when he smiled, Mr. Perfect seemed to be hiding something. A dark secret.

Whatever it was, Juno preferred to keep it under surveillance and away from her, while she tried to win over Legosi.

"Move," Louis said behind him.

She looked over her shoulder at him, stepping away from the front door. He went in without saying more.

Juno knew that Louis was an upright, responsible, attractive, athletic, witty, talented guy... and quite gloomy.

Her instincts told her to stay away from him.

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[phylalayla]

It's been a long time but the next chapter for Doctor Deer is here

[guineapigsinwinter]

Wild west au, yes its a smut one shot.

Cowboy collot being a cheeky brat.

[morbidinlove]

'cannibalism as a metaphor for love' this 'cannibalism as a metaphor for love that

and in all the 'cannibalism as a metaphor for love' discourse no one mentions THEM!!

"i want you to eat me. eat me and find the strength to fight.

this is my curse but you can lift it."

"if i do this i dont wanna make the excuse that im only agreeing to this because you want me to.

if i eat you, its because i *want* to eat you."

"im glad my first and last time eating meat was you."

"louis is with me, inside me, around me. louis, i can feel your presence, like you cast a spell."

"you really ate him, i had no idea you two were so close."

"i thought the only way to forge a bond like that with an herbivore was through tragedy.

but now i see that what they have is something far more powerful... unstoppable."

show my furry homosexuals some respect!!!

(i just watched this show and its already eating at my brain alive i am physically unwell)

[gracefireheart]

Made a little fanfic about how Heavy and Medic's first interaction in my TF2 x Beastars AU went down.

If you don't know what Beastars is, I recommend watching at least a little of the anime to get a feel for it (tho' some of the things I mention in the fic will reference certain things that's shown in season 2, so be warned ig). It's on Netflix, but you can also just pirate it if you don't have a subscription. You didn't hear it from me tho' :)

Anyways, onto the fanfic below the keep reading line. It's over 3k words long, and 'cause of that (and how I don't have an a03 account), I'll just use pics instead for what I wrote in order to not go over the character limit :]

[haggamennon]

♤"I love everything you do"♡

My first headcanon, I hope you guys like it. (Editing cuz I forgot some things... sorry😭)

When He first gave you a nickname:

(Legoshi x GN!READER)

TW: Too much cuteness for single people...

◇~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡

Just a silly shy wolf having difficulties picking a cute name for you ❤️

He would struggle to even give you a nickname.

Some cute nickname he would give to you would be: Darling, Babe and Little Bug.

Some nicknames you would give him would be: Wolfy, Big Boy, Big Spider and Good Boy(he always feels special with this one)

The first time He called you by a nickname He started freaking out, because your face started becoming all red and you couldn't say anything...

When you called him by the nickname, he didn't hear it... but when you held his face in your hands and told him the cute nickname you gave for him. He pretended he didn't care much... let's just say his tail showed his true feelings.

When you first called him by a nickname:

You two were in your bedroom, cuddling during a cold day. Since it was Saturday, you took him to your home for the weekend.

You got up to go use the bathroom and get something for both of you eat...

"[Nameeeeeee].... (yawn) where are you going?" He says with a tired and sleepy tone of voice.

"Just going to the bathroom and get some snacks for us, don't worry, Wolfy, I'll be right back." You say to him with a calm and sleepy tone.

When you finish doing your business, you come back and find him sitting like this on the bed

He spent more than 10 minutes thinking about what you had just called him.

"wolfy...(yawn)I like it...." He basically loved the nickname, but his sleepy brain reacting to the nickname is what made you have to hold your heart so it wouldn't jump out of your chest.

You put the snacks on the desk near your bed, you pretend you didn't hear him mumbling the nickname. You lay down next to him and you hide your face in his shirt. You can hear his tail wagging and hitting the bed, he hugs you and put his head above yours.

"... I.... I like it, [Name]...." He mumbles.

"H-huh?..." You ask him. "W-what exactly...?" You can feel him kissing your forehead.

"The nickname, Babe..., I loved it..." He says while snuggling on your neck.

Wait, did he just... called you 'Babe'?

You feel your face get all red and you hug his big chest. "I'm... glad that you liked it...." you tell him while starting to fall asleep.

"I love everything you do, My Little Bug..." He tells to your sleep form, before kissing your forehead again and falling asleep while embracing you.

That's all for now, thanks for reading it!

Byeee!👋

[queen-raven-imp]

New chapter of my lougoshi fic is out!!!

Summary: Legoshi doesn’t have to wait long before talking with Louis again. But the wolf’s lack of social skills leaves him at a loss for how to approach the deer. Luckily, Louis is the one to start their next conversation. And Legoshi is not prepared.

[winxanity-ii]

FOXED IN [1/2]

ship: fem!fennec fox!reader x various!beastar warnings: non-explicit ( maybe cursing/profanity; sorry y'all I gotta loose mouth) word count: 1.7k a/n: heheh, I got back into beastars so idk might dabble with this more in a full fic way, we'll see I got so many running in my head 🤣😩

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The summer sun was hot as it shone down, beating relentlessly on the over-crowded public pool.

You sucked your teeth in annoyance, shifting on the edge of the pool where you'd been perched for what felt like an eternity.

Kids ran wild, yelling and splashing without a care, their tiny feet pounding on the slick concrete, almost slipping every time they turned a corner too sharply.

You couldn't help but flinch each time one of them ran too close, kicking up water that sprayed in your direction.

The constant nudging and the unending splashes were starting to grate on your patience.

You felt droplets of water continuously flicked onto your legs, each one colder than the last, and it took everything in you to not growl under your breath.

You were here because you'd bitten your tongue earlier and agreed to babysit your niece and nephews while your sister went grocery shopping. Free of charge, might you add.

It wasn't even that she asked nicely—it was more like you felt the weight of her tired eyes and the desperation in her voice, and before you knew it, you found yourself nodding and watching her rush out the door.

The one thing that made it bearable was the promise of her buying your little snack list as payment, but the longer you sat there, the more those snacks seemed not worth it.

The sound of another big splash brought you back to the present, a wave of water washing up over your legs, some of it splattering onto your shorts.

You sucked your teeth again, this time louder, and decided you'd had enough.

"Yup, I'm about to dip," you muttered to yourself, pushing off the pool's edge.

You weaved your way toward the crowded pool chairs, squeezing through the narrow paths between towels and bags until you made it to your family's little space.

Your aunt was watching from under an oversized sun hat, and one of your nieces sat beside her, eyes glued to your phone screen as some YouTube video blared.

"Hey, sweetheart, can you hand Tee-Tee her phone real quick?" you called out, trying to keep your voice as gentle as possible despite your growing irritation.

The little girl looked up, blinking at you, and then obediently handed the phone over.

You smiled at her, genuinely happy she listened.

She was one of the good ones, you thought sourly, the kind of kid that didn't make you want to rip your hair out. If it had been any of the others, they probably would've thrown the phone into the pool in a fit of rage.

With the phone in hand, you quickly shot off a message to your sister:

𝐋𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐒 Sorry, too many kids around, my ass is starting to itch. Deuces.

You didn't even bother waiting to see if she'd read it. Whatever she had to say, it could wait until you were far, far away from the chlorine and chaos.

Pocketing your phone, you told your aunt and niece bye, promising you'd see them tomorrow for family dinner.

Your aunt waved you off absentmindedly, ogling at some shiftless, buff lifeguard on duty through her binoculars; from where she got them, you had no fucking clue.

You rolled your eyes, grabbed your stuff, and began making your way out.

A moment later, you were nudged by a running kid, and you nearly fell into the pool but caught yourself just in time.

You called after the child, "Slow the hell down, you fucking crotch goblin!" huffing before turning back to leave, only to slip on someone's wet croc and fall backward into the pool.

The cold water hit you like a slap. For a second, everything was a blur of chlorine and light refracting through the surface.

But what should have been a normal kick and push back up to the surface was delayed, not only by the overcrowded surface but by your waterlogged bag tugging you down, dragging you deeper.

You opened your eyes underwater, the sharp sting of chlorine burning them instantly. Panic set in as you struggled to pull off your bag, your arms flailing in the heavy water.

Your lungs burned, screaming for air, and you kicked harder, almost breaking the surface, almost tasting the chlorine-soaked air.

But the chaos above—the kicking legs, the waves—pushed you back down, the pressure growing in your chest.

The muffled shouts and splashes from above seemed distant, distorted by the water, like you were in some other dimension entirely.

The pressure on your chest grew, the heavy weight of your bag pulling you deeper, and you kicked harder, desperate to reach the surface.

But no matter how hard you fought, the surface seemed just out of reach—so close, yet the world above felt like it was slipping away.

The chlorine-soaked water filled your senses, sharp and chemically, burning the back of your throat as panic set in. You thrashed, trying to tear off your bag, your arms sluggish and heavy.

And just when your vision began to blur with darkness, something changed.

The water's cold grip vanished.

Your lungs didn't burn. The pressure in your chest evaporated.

You blinked...

... and opened your eyes.

The light came back.

The sound, taste, smell, and touch—it all came back.

The sound hit you first—not muffled and distorted anymore, but sharp and loud. The blare of honking horns, the distant buzz of conversations, the whoosh of a passing bus.

Your eyes adjusted to a new scene, sunlight flickering through tall buildings instead of the pool's glistening surface.

You were on the curb, your body pressed against warm pavement that was a far cry from the frigid pool water.

The smell of chlorine had been replaced with something foreign—a mix of gasoline, hot asphalt, and street food.

Your damp skin clung uncomfortably to the fabric of your clothes, but it wasn't the soggy, heavy sensation of being underwater.

It was just... hot. Sweaty. Real.

You blinked again, trying to take everything in—the movement, the noise, the overwhelming presence of this place.

A yellow cab zipped by, honking loudly at a pedestrian. Your head jerked back, face scrunching up in confusion.

A cab?

The air here was different too—thick with city smells, far from the sharp, sterile bite of chlorine.

The ground beneath you wasn't cool and slick like the pool's edge; it was rough, heated by the sun, and every nerve in your body screamed that something was wrong.

Your eyes scanned the scene around you. The towering buildings, the bustling people, the blur of colors as everyone moved with purpose.

Okay... this is definitely not the pool.

A strange sinking feeling began settling in your stomach.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you like that, didn't see you there, haha!" a voice cut through your thoughts.

You looked up, your eyes focusing on the person in front of you—a blond boy, maybe in his late teens. He had warm, honey-brown eyes that seemed to glint playfully in the sunlight, and honestly, he was kind of cute.

The way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled made him look approachable, even charming.

But what made you falter were the two fluffy ears on top of his head—golden Labrador ears.

He was dressed in casual clothing and spoke with a friendly smile, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

You stared at him for a moment, trying to understand what you were seeing.

At first, your instinct was to put as much distance between you and the strange hybrid Labrador in front of you as quickly as possible. But you hesitated, not wanting to make a scene.

Your mind raced, trying to calculate if you could get away without drawing attention—maybe find the nearest phone booth and dial up the US' Area 51 unit or something.

Instead, you gave—what you hoped—was a sweet smile, saying, "No worries, I'm fine." All those years laboring away as a server had finally paid off in moments like this.

It seemed to work because the Labrador's tail began wagging happily from side to side, his whole demeanor brightening. "Oh man, I'm so glad you're okay! You really took quite the tumble there," he said with a nervous chuckle. "Here, let me help you up," he added, reaching out a hand.

Before you could even decline, the dog-boy easily picked you up, cradling you in one arm like you weighed nothing.

Wait...

Horror struck you as you realized just how small you were compared to the hybrid-man.

You were nearly three times smaller than him. His arm felt like a steel beam against your back, and his strength was undeniable, his tail wagging all the while.

The man's golden Labrador ears fell slightly, his tail going still as he noticed your horrified expression at being picked up.

He hastily apologized, setting you down as gently as possible, his face flushed. "Oh geez, I'm really sorry about that. It's just—second nature, you know? My roommate's a fennec fox, and he's always needing a hand," he rambled, clearly nervous.

His words were abruptly cut off when you heard someone call out, "____!"

Your ears twitched, and your head swiveled towards the sound. The voice was a bit deep, carrying a warmth.

Before you knew it, a small tan figure dashed over and crashed into you in a tight hug. The impact almost knocked the breath out of you, but the boy's jolly laughter softened the surprise.

"I missed you so much, cuz! I can't believe you finally transferred to Cherryton!" he exclaimed, excitement radiating off of him.

When he pulled back, you took in the sight of a cute, tan boy. He had dark, curly hair, and his crooked teeth were visible as he smiled broadly. On top of his head were two large light brown ears, twitching slightly.

You blinked, staring at him, unsure how to react.

Then, your gaze drifted over his shoulder, taking in the numerous human-animal hybrids walking around as if everything was normal.

Slowly, your eyes lowered to your own figure, and you finally noticed—felt—a small, rhythmic thump against the back of your upper thighs.

Turning your head slightly, you saw a small black tail.

What the fuck...

[beautifulstarsbeastars]

I finally updated Melon’s Redemption...

I’m ok, life just sucks but it’s getting better. Considering I’m finally writing (sort of) again, it’s slowly getting better anyway.

[azukokarisma]

Chapter 10 - Goodness, Gracious, Great Balls Of Fire!

“Bill, you look fine.”

“B-But…”

“Dude. You’re good.” Aoba nods his head at Bill’s outfit. “He’s into you. As long as it’s passable for the occasion, it doesn’t matter.”

Bill’s wearing his light green polo shirt which shows off his powerful body nicely but not in a revealing manner, tucked into a nice pair of pleated khakis, and some brown faux-leather dress shoes. To top it all off, he’s even got a diver-style analog watch on, and just the right amount of cologne; both of those items were gifted to him by his father as congratulations for getting into Cherryton.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, yes. Don’t you have a date to be going on right about now? You said you were gonna leave…” Aoba looks down. “...five minutes ago.”

“Oh shit, I gotta go!” Bill frantically whips his head around the room, looking for the bouquet of flowers he bought after class. Spotting the bundle of red carnations and carefully de-thorned roses, he grabs it, and heads out the door for his date with Pina.

(featuring some beautiful art from @/dragonbrooder on xitter!)

[thedivineden]

If i made a back to school writing event how many of yall would contribute stories ??