#riz x y/n

[luxthestrange]

Beastars Incorrect Quotes#39 Oh y/n...where are you?!

After a week without Y/n...

Louis: Legoshi-

Legoshi, sighing, tail between his legs and in a dark corner* Y*n used to call me that...

Louis: Yeah, because it’s your fucking name-The hell?

Drama Club*The same depressive vibe, All of them missing their odd human friend*...

Why you guys be gone for a week?...

[bumblesimagines]

Ez Reyes

can i buy you a drink? for old times' sake?

you were never there for me.

i don't love you anymore.

can i buy you a drink? for old times' sake?

you were never there for me.

i don't love you anymore.

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, Gender Neutral!Reader

"You better not forget about us, Beverly Hills." You felt Bishop clap his hand over your shoulder, a big friendly grin stretched out across his face. You rolled your eyes at his words but couldn't help the giddy smile from spreading across your face, especially with all the supportive Mayans you viewed as uncles and brothers looking just as thrilled as your own father. 

"Well, I have to finish packing, but I'll drop by later." You told them, feeling Bishop playfully shake your shoulder before you stepped toward Riz. Your father pecked the top of your head and pinched your cheek, snickering to himself when you swatted at his wrist with a huff and an eye roll. 

"Don't stay out too late with your friends, 'ight?" Riz called as you headed toward the door, chuckles spreading throughout the bar when you shot him a glare over your shoulder. No matter how old you got, he still took it upon himself to embarrass you in front of others every chance he got. 

Opening the door and throwing one last wave over your shoulder, you stepped out of the clubhouse and headed down the rickety steps. You reached into the pocket of your jacket, feeling around for your keys but your attention turned away from your parked car when the gate slid open and two motorcycles rolled in. Ah, fuck. You bit the inside of your cheek and pulled the keys free from your pocket but just as you pressed down to unlock the car, you heard it:

"Aye, (Y/N)!" 

"Fuck," You sighed and turned around, planting a polite smile on your face while you waited for Angel and Ezekiel to finish taking off their helmets. Angel moved first and the only thing you saw before he tugged you into a tight embrace was his big dorky grin. You could smell the cigarette smoke reeking off him and grunted, hoping the smell wouldn't cling to your clothes. "Hey, Angel."

"Hey yourself, Beverly Hills." Angel laughed as he pulled away.

"I'm not even going to Beverly Hills." You groaned. "The new place isn't anywhere near there!"

"But with that fancy new job, you'll live there someday, right? You better tell the pretty girls about the attractive biker down in Santo Padre." Angel said, pushing his sunglasses up to rest atop his slicked-back hair. "Make sure to tell 'em he's funny and hot and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll tell them all about Coco." You grinned when he clicked his tongue and lightly pushed your shoulder with his fist, his eyes rolling dramatically. He glanced over his shoulder at his younger brother and glanced back at you, wiggling his brows and smirking before he spun on his heels and headed into the clubhouse. 

"Hey." Ezekiel greeted gently, tugging his gloves off his hands and offering a sweet smile. You remembered a time when just his smile would make you weak at the knees and giggle like a lovesick idiot. But it only filled you with bitterness looking at it now. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he glanced toward your car. "Leaving so soon?"

"I gotta finish packing." You answered.

"Ah, right, you got a new job away from here, right? I'm happy for you. It's hard leaving this place, take it from me." Ezekiel sighed heavily, stuffing his gloves into the pocket of his jeans and curling his fingers around the front of his kutte. "Listen, (Y/N)... can I buy you a drink? For old times' sake? I always miss you every time you visit. Thought it'd be nice to catch up with you."

You inhaled deeply, eyes flickering toward the clubhouse when the Mayans inside cracked up with laughter at some unheard joke or story. It'd been nearly two years since you'd last seen Ezekiel Reyes face to face and spoken with him. Two long years since you'd stood in his trailer with tears in your eyes while he kept his head bowed, never uttering a single word as you tore into him. You'd broken up with him when he couldn't promise to keep his distance from Emily Galindo, a married woman bound to be his demise. He'd called and called but you ignored him until Riz stepped in and forced him to back off.

"No, thanks, Ezekiel. I have nothing to say to you if I'm honest. Everything I did want to say was said years ago. I hope you're doing well but you were never there for me when we were dating so why would I need you as a friend? You showed me how conditional your loyalty was." You told him and turned away from him, heading toward your car and opening the door. Ezekiel followed because being stubborn ran in the Reyes family, and reached out to cup your elbow.

"I know, I'm sorry. I fucked up. I... I have no excuses, (Y/N). I miss you. I miss us. I miss what we have and what we could've had-"

"I don't love you anymore." You told him bluntly, watching his face crumble in a matter of seconds. He released your elbow and stepped back, his gaze dropping onto the ground and lips pressing tightly together. "That love faded a long time ago, Ezekiel. It's best if you forget about us... 'cause it's never happening again."

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[entitled-fangirl]

No pajama party for you, Mr. Graham.

Will Graham x fiancee! fem! reader

Summary: Will gets his fiancee drug along into his twisted games with Hannibal, leading to her now restrained body in the chair across from him at Mason Verger's dining room table.

Words: 1,513

Warnings: Mason is gross. Inappropriate comments about the reader from Mason.

Genre: angst?

Author's note: slightly boring, but I like it. Also, I don't own pretty much any of this, but my insertion of Y/N and some added lines. And not my GIF. Enjoy :)

Masterlist

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Will’s greatest fear was coming true.

Here she was, his fiancee, tied up in the chair across from him. Her hair was seemingly done and her outfit was a decently revealing dress. Will lets out a deep breath as if holding himself in. He sneered at Mason, who sat in his chair at the head of the table happily. 

“Well, if Jezebel was right with the risen Jesus, the Riz would have provided her with a new face, as His has provided mine.”

Will’s eyes slowly moved over to look at Mason in confusion. Mason simply stared back at him, raising his eyebrows as if mocking him. Mason takes his silence as a sign to continue. 

“The transplants surgery is extremely skillful, which is why Cordell here will be performing the face-off.” 

As he says so, Cordell walks into the room with another plate of food, backing down to set it on the table, then swiftly standing back up. He turns and stares at Will with a happy expression, before his voice utters a simple, “hello,” as if we was talking to a child. And with that, he disappears into a back room. 

Y/N's eyes flicker between Hannibal, who sits at the foot of the table, and Will as if she’s trying to read their feelings, but like most things with Hannibal, he is unreadable. In fact, as of now, he seems rather happy. She tries to not let expressions show. 

“You boys remind me of that German cannibal who advertised for a friend and then ate him, and his penis before he died,” Mason said. Hannibal gives a grin at this as he continues to eat his food. “Tragedy being, the penis was overcooked. Go to all that trouble to eat a friend, and you overcook his penis!” Y/N at this point has a ruddy shade on her cheeks as she avoids eye contact with everyone. “They ate it anyway. They had to, they committed. But they didn’t enjoy it.”

Hannibal keeps a cheeky smile on his face throughout Mason’s entire monologue. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what the doctor was thinking. Hannibal was often like this. Sometimes, that look could mean that he finds your company rather enjoyable, and other times he was wondering how you would taste over a side of rice. Perhaps now, he was thinking both. 

Will takes this time to look around the room and the table. A cooked pig sat at the center of the table, with various sides surrounding it. His eyes flicker up to his fiancee’s, but she’s looking at Hannibal with a confused expression. He wished he could get out of his restraints to let her go. God, she deserved anything but this. Two years of dating and this is what she gets. And Will has no idea why Mason wants her.

“I’m committed to enjoying every bit of you,” Mason continued as he stared harshly at Lecter. 

Will interrupts him, a tinge of anger and confusion in his tone, “You’re going to eat him… with my face?” He now stares at Mason, not knowing if he wants the answer.

Mason looked to Will, his eyes squinting, and his voice strong. “Yes. I got a taste for it after you two had me eat my nose.” Will looked down, contemplating the disfigured man’s words. He knew he was getting into the wrong crowd, but now, not only was he in danger, but he brought his beautiful girl into it as well, and for that, he couldn’t forgive himself. He also couldn’t help but blame Hannibal, but now was not the time to be pointing fingers. 

Mason continued, his eyes staring at Y/N, “and then I’ll eat her…” Y/N's head perks up to look at him in fear. He cheekily raises his eyebrows, “…in a different way, of course.” His gaze wanders up and down her body like a hungry lion looks at its prey. 

She looks down at the table, her cheeks a consistent shade of red throughout this entire dinner. But Will had heard too much, in his opinion. Of course, that's what he wants with her. It seems that the expression, 'you are what you eat,' is proving itself to Will now because he's looking at the pig on the table and the man sitting at the head of it. He pulled on his restraints harshly, his voice almost a growl, “Don’t fucking-"

Hannibal immediately cuts in, “You must be terribly proud that you could bring this off.” He eats his food as if he’s not in a dangerous situation with a man that wants to eat him, kill his friend, and mate with his friend’s fiancee. “It’s dangerous to get exactly what you want.” He looks up to meet Mason’s eyes, a confident glow in them, “What will you do after you’ve eaten me?”

Will stares at the table, his eyes slowly moving up towards Mason again. His voice was fairly confident and steady, but inside his blood had begun to boil. “You could wreck some foster homes and torment some children.”

Mason is now tormenting Will, “No, I’ll drink martinis made with tears.”

“But where, Mason, would the hard-core fun come from?” Hannibal chimed in. He didn’t like people messing with things that were his, such as Will and Y/N. But, of course, he would never let that show. 

Mason clicks his tongue at him. “It’s foolish to dilute such an ecstatic time as this with fears about the future,” he said as his eyes wandered back to Y/N's face. She was a pretty little thing, after all.

He smiles as much as his disfigured face allows him to at the sight of Y/N's fears. "Don't worry, girl. It'll be just like how it is now. Will's face will be the only one you'll see when making love. It's as if nothing will change."

Her face turns to one of disgust. Her voice finally chirps up quietly, though her eyes remain on the table, "I'd rather die."

Mason gives a quiet chuckle, "People will die today, but none of them are you, sweetie." He quickly scans the room before his gaze settles on Will. “Uh, Cordell, Mr. Graham is looking very dry. A little moisturizer, please.” Cordell nods and quickly leaves the room. 

Will stares at the table with multiple emotions going through him. Both Y/N and Hannibal know that look. They have seen it consistently. It usually means he’s going to do something rash, if he can come up with the plan for it. His eyes are beyond an angry glare as if he could murder someone in cold blood with a glance. If that were so, the fork on the table would be a puddle of melted metal.

The doctor pretends to take no notice, still seemingly enjoying himself. “I’m curious- what will be the first cuts of me you’ll serve?”

Cordell interrupts. “The first course, of course, will be your hands and feet,” he says as a matter of fact. Y/N feels a shiver go down her spine at his words, worried for the psychiatrist. He continues, “sizzling on a Promethean barbecue.” Will looks up in concern, staring at the two as Cordell describes how he’ll cook the man. “The coal is white and very hard. It makes a clear ringing sound when struck.” 

Y/N can’t recall a time she’s seen Lecter look so pleased. His gaze shifts back to Mason with a smile- a real smile, “You’ve thought of everything.”

Mason hums, “And after that, we’ll have a little pajama party, you and I. You can be in shorties by then.” At this point, Cordell is approaching Will with the moisturizer. “Cordell is going to keep you alive for a very long time.”

Cordell bends down slightly to study Will’s face before dipping his finger in the small tin of moisturizer. As if you’d miss it in a blink, Will moves his head toward Cordell’s face, biting into his cheek harshly. The cook lets out a scream of pain, and Hannibal lazily looks over, unfazed. Y/N grips the arms of her chair tightly, letting out a small shriek at the sight. The tin of moisturizer is dropped on the ground and Cordell steps back, letting out grunts as he holds a hand over the bleeding hole in his face. Will makes a disgusted look on his face and spits the chunk out on the table, blood now staining the tablecloth and Will’s face. He then leans back, slightly pleased with his handiwork. Mason looks at him with no emotion.

“Well, no pajama party for you, Mr. Graham.” Will takes long deep breaths. He looks up to see Y/N's horrified expression, then turns slightly to look at Hannibal, who is smiling proudly at him. “We’re gonna feed you to the pigs as soon as Cordell has removed your face- in a much more civilized fashion than you just tried to remove his.”

He looked back to Y/N, realizing he may have fucked up.

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I may continue with the storyline :)

[specialagentlokitty]

Master chief x reader - my blood, your blood

Part 1:

Leaning back in your chair, you looked at the screen, the live footage of the mission that your fellow Spartans were on.

“I fail to see why you brought me here along to watch this.” You said.

The admiral looked over at you, then back to the screen she as watching.

“Perhaps you could learn a thing or two from the others about how to properly preform on a mission.”

You hummed a little bit, nodding your head.

“If I remember correctly I am not allowed to partake in missions because I am weak.”

“You are unstable, and until you can prove to us that you would not be a liability on the field you are to remain here on reach under the careful watch of your guards.”

You titled your head back, looking at the ceiling instead.

“(Y/N) it’s time for your tests, can you come with me?” Halsey asked.

You turned around in your chair, placing your hands on your knees as you pushed yourself up, trailing after the doctor.

You glanced down at her as you walked side by side.

“You know that pushing the admirals buttons doesn’t help anybody.” She scolded.

“Maybe not.”

“Then why do you do it?”

She led you through to the lab, pointing to a chair and you sat down, placing your arm on the table for her.

“I’m not sure, maybe it’s just for the reaction.”

“Your pellet is broken again.”

You glanced at the doctor.

“Your readings are all over the place, tell me how you keep breaking them.”

You shrugged again.

“Have you actually left it there this time?”

“Hm. No. I removed it. No point having a broken device in me.”

“It’s there to help you concentrate on missions.”

You slammed your hand on to the table, making a dent in the metal and Halsey spun around to look at you.

Your guards pointed their guns at you, reading to fire if she commanded it.

“I’m never going to go on a mission anyways!” You snapped.

Halsey sighed softly.

“You will, you just need to show the admiral you can follow orders (Y/N). This? This isn’t showing anybody you can follow orders.”

You raised your hands, and you placed your hand on the bottom of the dent, pushing it back into place then put your arm back.

Halsey walked over, taking some blood from you, and you moved your arm away when she was done.

“I can’t help it, I mean even if I could follow orders I’d never be able to go on missions like the others…” you mumbled.

“What makes you think that?”

You sat backwards on your chair, looking at her.

“I’m not as strong as the others. Im impulsive, I’m angry, I’m not a good soldier.”

“You are a good soldier, but if you know all of these why do you insist on making the same mistakes over and over again?”

You frowned a little bit.

“I can’t help it… I just… I’m just so angry all of the time and I don’t know why…”

Halsey turned around, bringing a chair over to sit in front of you.

“A lot of your angrier comes from the species you come from, you need to remember while the other Spartans are human, you’re not. In order to be able to weaponise their own blood your people used anger as their fuel.”

“But I’m not allowed to use that.”

“Which is why you need to learn how to control your anger before you go on a mission.”

“The others don’t accept me.”

“What makes you think that?”

You heard the door to the lab open, and you watched as the other four Spartans walked in, all of them taking their helmets off.

You got up, stuffing your hands into the pocket of your jacket, burying your nose into the fabric.

You glanced back at Halsey.

“I can tell.”

With that, you walked towards the doors, pushing past the group.

“You’re needed for debriefing.” Riz spoke.

You waved your hand dismissively at her, leaving the lab with your guards as you headed back to your bunk, standing in front of the door.

“I’m turning in for the night, please secure my door.”

“You are yet to have dinner.”

“Not hungry.”

They nodded, letting you step inside and the door shut behind you, a series of locks clicking and you walked over to your bed, laying down.

Resting your arm on your stomach as you stared up at the window above you, focusing on the moon.

At least they were nice enough to give you a room with a view, even if you were basically a prisoner here.

You were just waiting for the right time to leave, biding your time until you had everything finished and planned out.

You had narrowed the list of planets you species were from, and you had finally found one where they had come from, and there was going to be a mission there soon.

You acted like you weren’t paying attention when they all spoke, but you were, you were memorising everything they said, and you had memorised the dates they were going to this planet.

If you could sneak aboard the ship and sneak off, that was all you needed.

In just less than a week their mission would take you there and that’s where your freedom would begin, away from this, away from people that hated you, judged you, tried to control you.

You spent hours just laid there staring up at the moon as it slowly moved across the sky.

There was a loud beep that echoed throughout your room that let you know someone was at your door.

“What?” You asked.

The locks slowly unclicked, and the door slid open.

“You were supposed to report to debriefing.”

“I’m not an active duty Spartan so what does it matter if I attend the debriefing or not.”

“You are still expected to attend with the rest of us.”

He stepped inside, letting the door close behind him, and you heard the sound of a tray being placed down on your desk.

“I was told to bring you something to eat, and give you the results of the mission.”

You waved your hand dismissively.

“I don’t care about your results Master Chief.”

“You should, if you’re to come on missions with us one day you must know how we work.”

You rolled over on your side, turning your back to him.

“Get up.”

You ignored him.

“That is an order (Y/N). Stand up.”

“I don’t take orders from you.”

“I am your chief. Your superior officer.”

You turned over at this, sitting up and you rested your arms on your knees as you stared at him.

“You’re here to make sure I don’t get out of control, your job is to put me down if I do because I’m the failed Spartan experiment who didn’t die. Yet Halsey couldn’t have me killed because she was curious about how I work, about what I could do.”

“You’re unpredictable.”

“From what I’ve heard you’re getting to that stage as well sir.”

You spat that last word out, and he clenched his jaw, balling his hands into fists at his side.

“You need to control yourself.” He warned.

You slowly stood up, tilting your chin a little bit at him, eyes boring into his.

For a Spartan to stare at anybody like this was nerve wracking, but when it was somebody like you, somebody who could do what you could do, with that small amount of red melted in either (E/C), that would be enough to paralyse someone with fear.

“I will never be one of you. I know this.”

“You are a Spartan.”

“No I’m not! I will never be because even you lot are repulsed by me!” You snapped.

John took a step forward, and his whole body froze into place.

“Release me.” He warned.

You took a step forward and to took one back until he was finally standing on the other side of your door.

“I said I was turning in for the night, that means no visitors.”

“You know the rules about controlling blood!” He hissed.

“They said I wasn’t allowed to use mine, they never said I wasn’t allowed to use yours. They’ll never believe you either, so I win. Now leave me alone.”

You released your hold, grabbing the food tray you picked it up and tossed it back out at his feet, then slammed your door closed again.

John sighed heavily, picking up the discarded food tray.

“I don’t see why you bother, they’ll never be allowed outside this building.” Vennick said.

“Because they are still part of this team, even if they can’t come on missions. They could still help.”

“Do you think they’ll ever be allowed on missions?” Kai asked.

John turned to her, shaking his head.

“No.”

He gave your door one last look before he left, and you went back to planning your escape from this hellhole.

When the day came, you had to act quickly, telling your guards you were going for a shower just before the ship was due to take off.

That would give you half an hour, then you had to get to the shop before the Spartans which was easy enough.

Now it was finding somewhere to hide, which was a little harder but you spent a long time analysing this ship, and there a large enough gap just big enough for you to hide in behind some of the ships panels.

And that’s what you did, for the whole flight you were there, and you waited, heart pounding in your chest.

You could hear them talking among themselves, and you heard the sound of the ship landing, and then leaving.

Waiting a few minutes, you pushed the panel aside, and you jogged through the ship and out the open door.

Looking around, you noticed you were nearby what looked to be a city, so you jogged in that direction, trying to get to some sort of cover to wait out their departure.

It shouldn’t be long, because there was no way for them to know that you were there.

Except john.

He knew the whole time that you were there, and he had been given separate orders by Halsey.

He was trailing behind you, waiting until the pair of you were far enough away from the others, then he finally raised his gun.

“Petty officer (Y/N) 027, stand down!”

You stopped running, slowly turning around, keeping your gaze fixated on the puddle underneath your foot.

“You are to return to reach and face the consequences for deserting your post.”

You slowly raised your gaze to him, and the corner of your mouth twitched up in a smirk.

“You armour doesn’t protect you.”

Behind your back you balled your hand into a fist and he was tapped, unable to move or fight back, and you unballed it, knowing you had complete control.

“This is where my life begins, outside the UNSC. My life. Not there’s.” You said lowly

[mischiefnevermanaged89-blog]

Gotta Be Somebody- Part6

Angel Reyes X Reader

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Mayans Clubhouse

Bishop sat in Templo at the table, a cigarette slowly burning, head in his hand. The rest of the guys sat around the table. It had been a month since anyone had heard anything on (Y/N) and he was getting antsy.

“Hey, Bish.” Angel’s voice came from the other side of the door.

“Get in here.”

Angel opened the door, Nestor standing behind him. Bishop motioned for him to follow, too. The two walked in, Angel taking his place in the corner behind Bishop, Nestor staying at the end of the table, looking at everyone.

“Have you heard from her?” Bishop asked in a quiet voice.

“I have. Three days after you last seen her, I got a message in Morse Code that she was in and she was safe. Last week we had intel again that they were at one of the border towns. Our guys manage to get these.”

He slid a folder across the table. Bishop opened it to find pictures of his daughter, hair around her face, walking with another woman and children. Another of her standing by herself, the scars showing that Nestor gave her. He laid the pictures on the table for his brothers to see.

“It seems she’s made her way up in the ranks so to speak in only a month. The intel provided has proven good so far.”

“How much longer does she have to be there?” Bishop asked.

“That depends.” Nestor responded.

“On what exactly?” Taza spoke this time.

“On when the Los Olvidados will strike next. We’re trying to figure out their endgame. (Y/N) is there to get intel on that endgame and once we know, that’s when she’ll strike.”

“Let’s hope for your sake it’s sooner than later. I want my daughter home.” Bishop said. He waved Angel forward. “Take him out of here.”

Angel nodded, glancing at the folder open on the table and walked Nestor out.

“What do we do about the current haul, Prez?” Riz asked.

“We still go. Chances are Los Olvidados will step in. The chances of my hija knowing what they’re going to be doing will be high and she’ll be with them. I’ll take those chances, just to get a glimpse of her.” Bishop answered.

“What if shit goes sideways?” Creeper chimed in.

“She won’t let it. She’ll find a way to make sure one of us is injured. She’ll make sure they leave us alive. We still ride tonight.”

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Angel

After sending Nestor off, I turned and punched the first thing I could find. Lucky for me it was a sheet of metal. I yelled out in frustration and slight pain. (Y/N) wasn’t here. She was still out there, amongst those who were killing to get back at the cartel. I felt the tears well up in my eyes at the thought of something happening to her if she was found out.

“Angel!”

I turned to see Bishop standing on the porch of the clubhouse. “Yeah?”

“I know you’re pissed. I am, too. I want her back as much as you do.”

“Those pictures. He fucked her up man. He scarred her for life, and for what?” I sniffed.

“It was her choice. She made it clear. I’m not happy with it either, but I have to be because it’s what she wanted to do for us.” He lit a cigarette before continuing. “I know you love her.”

I nodded my head. “Yeah. I do, Prez. And I’m not sorry. I know what you said, but I couldn’t help it.”

“I guess we can’t help who we fall in love with. With her you can’t help but love her. She’s special. Don’t fuck it up or I’ll fuck you up.”

“I’m pretty sure she’ll do that herself in that ring there if I do.” I pointed at the fighting ring.

He laughed. “Yeah. She will.” He put his cigarette out and looked at me. “We’re going on this run tonight. We know chances are that Los Olvidados will try and intervene. We also know if (Y/N) knows, she’ll be there. If she is, we can’t jeopardize any of us by acknowledging her, as bad as I know we both want to. If she’s got anything to tell us, she will in her own way. Got it?”

I nodded. “Got it.”

He nodded back. “Good. We leave in an hour. Be ready.”

“Aight.”

He nodded to my hand. “Wrap that up before you leave.”

He turned and went back inside. I followed and went to the bathroom and found some wraps and wrapped my hand. All I could think about was (Y/N). How much I missed her. How I wanted to see her. I walked out of the bathroom and saw everyone in the main area. I looked at the open door to Templo and saw the pictures still on the table. I made sure no one was looking and I walked in.

I grabbed the picture of just (Y/N) and folded it to where it was just her face. I tucked it away in my kutte and walked back out. I gathered with everyone else getting ready to make the run.

“Listen up, here’s how it’s goin to go. Creeper and Riz will be in the van. Coco and Gilly will follow behind. Hank, Taza and Angel will be up front with me. Let’s roll out.” Bishop waved his hand and we all took off.

We stopped at the warehouse for the pickup before heading towards the drop off point. Bishop and I shared a look as we finally left. It would be a couple hours ride there and back so I settled in.

After at least an hour or more into the ride, we could hear vehicles and bikes coming up from behind that wasn’t our own. Creeper flashed the lights to let us know our suspicions were right. Next thing we knew they were flying around us and stomping their brakes ahead of us to make us stop. Bishop held up his hand to signal us to stop. People jumped out of the van and that’s when I noticed a woman’s figure get off a bike.

Bishop and I shared a look, his look telling me not to say a fucking word.

“Out of the van! Let’s go!” A guy yelled at Creeper and Riz, a gun pointed at them.

“Don’t even think about it. Get off the bikes and put your hands up. Let’s go.” Another one yelled at the rest of us.

The woman walked towards me and Bishop, gun pointed straight at us. “Get down on the ground. Now!”

My heart jumped in my throat. It was her. (Y/N). I’d recognize that voice anywhere. Bishop and I both glanced up at her. Her face was covered except her eyes. Those big beautiful (E/C) eyes staring down at us with anything but hatred. Her hair was pulled back. Fingerless gloves on her hands, her wrists showing under her sleeve. Just out of sight, I could see a set of angel wings tattooed on the inside of her left wrist.

“Hurry up! Get it all! Leave nothing behind!” She yelled at the others, her gun still trained on the two of us.

Once they were done, she ordered everyone back into the van. She gave us one more look before she spoke loud enough for her men to hear. “Tell Galindo this won’t be the last time his transports will be hijacked if he keeps the killing of innocents going.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispered before she hit Bishop across the head with her gun.

Before she turned to leave, she inconspicuously dropped two envelopes in the dirt in front of us and kicked dirt on them before turning and running towards her bike. She got on and they sped away.

“Everyone okay?” Hank asked.

“Was that her, Prez?” Riz asked from behind us.

“Yeah. It’s her. She left this.” He held up the envelope with his name on it. “Let’s get back and I’ll call Galindo. We’ll see what it says there.” He shoved it in his kutte pocket.

The other envelope had my name in it. I quickly shoved it in my pocket with her picture and headed off with the other guys.

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We sat in the warehouse waiting for Galindo to give him whatever was in the envelope that (Y/N) had left for him. Bishop kept the other in his pocket that was also in the same envelope.

Finally, Galindo and his men walked in.

“Please tell me why my product is in the hands of Los Olvidados and not at my buyer?”

“(Y/N). She was the leader in tonight’s raid. She made one hell of a show. She told us to tell you that this won’t be the last time your transports will be hijacked if you keep killing innocents.” Bishop chuckled. “Then she was able to drop this for you while no one was around.” He held up the envelope.

Galindo took it and read the contents. He smiled and chuckled. “It seems your daughter is closer to stopping this group in just under two months than any one of my men or any person I have hired has been. You should be proud of her.” He put the paper in his pocket and straightened up his coat. “I’ll forgive this, gentlemen, because as it seems, my product is in safe hands at the moment. And if by some chance, this letter is truthful as to where it will be taken and stored, well, let’s just say, if it can be retrieved, she just made you all very wealthy men.”

He took his leave and left us dumbfounded.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Taza asked.

“I’ll explain back at the clubhouse. Let’s go.”

Once back, Bishop had everyone, including me, join him in Templo. He pulled out the letter and read it to all of us.

Papa,

This won’t be a long one, but I wanted to write knowing Adelita is putting me as leader on this run. And knowing it’s you who is doing the mule, well, I couldn’t say no, simply because of my selfish ass wanting to see you and every one of my brothers and uncles.

Inside this envelope is another letter for Miguel. Get it to him. It’ll have details of where I will have his product stored. I’m setting things up for him to be able to retrieve it, but the only way he will be able to retrieve it is with the promise that when he does, and I’ll be watching, is that each and every one of you receive compensation for the trouble you went through tonight. That compensation will be in the form of $50,000 each.

I mean, after all, the fucker can afford it. He hired me to kill this bitch, right? He’s going to pay to have it done right.

I love you, Papa.

You, too, Assholes.

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Things are heating up for our reader! And for our Mayans!! Stay tuned for more!!

@ravennaortiz

@spnaquakindgdom

[starry-slithers]

CHAT TODAYS THE DAY

In honour of this I’m writing a oneshot coz I’m special like that.

Sylvan Fyrevale x Cariad Faiythe x Ekrizdis Mors (Syl and Riz belong to @rene-hl-trashcan guys. Check her out she’s my mum.)

A/N: had to rush this coz tutoring. I’ll edit bc poor Riz and Syl I did y’all so dirty

Cariads running late to potions. Why does the whole room smell like her boyfriends?

“Miss Faiythe!” Barked Professor Sharp when she tried sneaking through the door to enter the classroom. “10 points from Slytherin for lateness.”

“Please da- I mean sir- I was helping Professor Garlick out with the mandrakes. Their pot got knocked over by a student leaving so I was helping her clear up.” Ever since Fig died, Sharp had become her father figure, so she’d nearly slipped up. But his gaze softened. “Fine. Have a seat.”

Cariad walked over to her usual potions table with Sylvan and Riz and smiled at them. Sylvan squeezed her hand with a smirk. Of course Cariad Faiythe was late to class for being too helpful. But there was something in the air…sweets, hot chocolate and inky parchment? And a hint of cool winter breeze- like the ancient wisdom of a snow covered forest.

She leant over to Riz.

“My love? How much bloody hand lotion did you use today, it’s practically all I can smell!”

“Miss Faiythe!” Snapped Sharp again. “Come to the front.” She timidly walked towards a cauldron at the front.

“What can you smell?”

She found it an odd question.

“The woods, like the forbidden forest in January…hot chocolate, like a cozy night in autumn…and that feeling where you fall asleep reading and suddenly take a breath of fresh air…” She trailed off but suddenly realised people were still listening so she cleared her throat.

“But uhm- I can’t identify the ingredients, sir.”

“Mr Fyrevale, if you don’t stop snickering you’ll join Miss Faiythe at the front.”

Sylvan had a shit eating grin plastered on his face and walked over anyways.

“I’m assuming you want me to elaborate on what I smell?”

Sharp gave a curt nod of approval.

“Sugar…like a winter wonderland bakery.” He smirked at Cariad. “And same as dear Miss Faiythe here, I also smell candies. Like a sweet lotion.” He glanced at Riz. Then it dawned on her.

Amortentia

And she’d just confessed what she’d smelt to the whole class. Embarrassment burned on her cheeks in a blotchy pink and Sylvan bent down to kiss her cheek swiftly while Sharp was occupied glaring at Garreth.

They took their seats again and Riz was smirking at Cariad.

“Still think I put on too much hand cream or have you finally realised?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Awwwww, you smell us in your amortentia, how romantic.” Sylvan poked her side with a grin. She playfully swatted his hand away.

“What can I say, I love you two.”

“Don’t go getting sappy now.” Her partners teased. She giggled. But it was true. She really did love them, and the fact that every aspect of her amortentia reminded her of them was proof enough.

[nerdysleepybunny]

Beastars: Headcanons

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Romantic: 💘

Platonic: 💕

Angst: 💔

Comfort: 🫂

Multiple character hcs: 🔢

🫂💘💕Riz x reader (he helps you through your concussion)

🔢💘Riz & Louis x reader (you run into them)

💘Riz x reader part 1

💘Riz x reader part 2

💘Riz x reader part 3

[beoneofus]

𝘸𝘦`𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶

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pairing║platonic! paul x star x gender neutral! reader

warnings║self consciousness. a bit of an anxiety mention. some angst, fluff!! minimal y/n mention. star and paul focused.

summery║the boys, plus star and you, decide to ditch the boardwalk for a night and go explore capitola; one of the towns over. star starts to feel left out from everything, so paul decides to cheer her up.

I hope this is what you were hoping for! @riz-coolgirl

the smell of sandstone and wet woods hit the noses of the five vampires, and two fledglings, when they flew over the capitola waves; the bed of sand that covered the beach not too far away. any other time, people would catch the group on motorcycles; or the four men, at least. but it was paul's idea they set sail towards a new place for once, given that doing the same shit every night was getting kind of old and he wanted new adventure - so, therefore, david suggested taking flight since it was faster.

it's not a lie that they do indeed miss their rides, but it is easier to hunt when vehicles aren't in the way. although, you could say differently. you found it extremely exhilarating to ride one of the boys' bikes, especially over the beach; there was something just so fun about the wind whipping through your hair while the purring of the engine sits between your thighs.

however, star can't say the same. she wasn't a fan of the motorcycles. while it could be fun, she was mostly a nervous wreck when riding on the back of david's. she always feared she was going to fall, or possibly hold onto david too tight and get yelled at; it happened once. she figured that's why the boys favored you. you were fun and free and went along with everything, she did not. it made her uncomfortable, especially the feeding.

so, when they all finally landed onto the beach, the people amongst the shoreline and pathways to the walkway not spitting them one bit, star was worried about letting go of david. she didn't have feelings for the man, not romantic ones, but she still liked feeling close to him. sure, he scared her the most, but on another level, he felt the safest to be around. she never talked to dwayne, he was intimidating - marko was always doing his own thing. if she did bother him, he picked on her.

and paul? most of the time he was in the clouds and hitting on people. there's no seeing if he wanted her around.

you were friendly too her, but she didn't see it as the same. if anything, it seemed like a competition to her - even though on your end, it wasn't. and, she couldn't explain why; she just… wasn't okay with being so close to you.

“ star, ” the woman had zoned out upon feeling the sand squish between her toes, to the point where she didn't hear david calling her until fingers were snapped in front of her face. blinking, she looked up to the male, her brown eyes not missing the way he had an impatient look on his face. it actually almost made her flinch. “ get out of your head, I'm talking to you. ”

“ I'm sorry. ” she swallowed, nervously. “ I was just… thinking. ” straightening herself, star held her head high; hoping david didn't question her. “ what is it? ”

the bleach blonde gave her a stare for a second, but he didn't question her. instead, he pulled his spare cigarette out from behind his ear. “ take laddie and go on, and explore. I'm taking y/n and the boys to go feed. ” he paused, sticking the cigarette between his lips. “ unless… you're willing to come with? ”

Immediately though, star shook her head. “ I'm okay. ” she turned her gaze onto laddie, who was picking up seashells of different colors and showing them to you. although she didn't want to upset laddie by taking him away from you and the boys, she knew she couldn't let him feed, or witness all the blood and gore. “ laddie, come on, ” star held her hand out with a smile once the brunette looked to her. “ let's go check out the pretty buildings. ”

“ okay! ” excitedly, he handed you two more shells, before making his way to star. the little boy took her hand, and they both sent david a smile, before they finally turned to head off.

It didn't take that long of a distance from the group, before it could be heard that they vanished from site. star sighed, but said nothing of what was on her mind.

“ are you okay, star? ” laddie was no dummy, however. he may have been ten years old, and still had a child's mindset, but he wasn't oblivious to someone being upset. star knew this, but was still surprised when the boy asked.

“ yes, laddie, ” she faked a smile. “ I'm fine. I'm just… ” she wavered on lying, since she hated lying to laddie. It always made a heavy feeling sit on her heart. “ — I'm just hungry, is all. I wish I could eat real food again. ”

laddie scoffed. “ so do I! ” he frustratedly jumped, kicking sand around their ankles. “ I want to taste candy again! and hot dogs! and those funny dough cakes with the powder on top! ”

star cracked a smile at that, forgetting her train of thought for just a moment. “ funnel cakes? ”

“ yeah! ” laddie pointed at her, smiling wide. “ those! I remember them being so good! ”

“ well… ” star looked ahead of them, watching as the lights of the town got closer the further they walked. “ when we're normal again.. I'll get you one. how's that sound? ”

“ amazing! ”

an hour passed by like a wave of the wind. on a bench near the spot where the sand met the treeline, star sat, watching laddie with lidded eyes as he chased seagulls away from the sloppily-built castle he was working on. she had her chin held in her palm, while one leg crossed over the other; the flowy, sage green skirt she wore blowing up to her knees from the winds, before fluffing back down. she was tired of waiting for the boys and you, but she figured seeing laddie enjoy himself was worth it. plus, it was peaceful for once.

though, laughter in the distance and the sound of david's annoyed yells gave away that the group was nearing close. humming to herself, she straightened up; stretching her arms above her head to crack her back. she did, with a satisfied sigh, before standing to her feet. after grabbing her discharged shoes, she looked over at laddie - only to see him gone.

“ laddie?! ” star panicked, looking around. but her head quickly whipped in thw direction of the boys, and she saw him running towards dwayne. huffing to herself, she placed a hand over her heart. thank god she didn't lose him again. everyone would have her head.

she slipped her sandles on and made her way towards the boys, and you. her walk was slow, only because she dreaded david questioning her. laddie and her had a good time, but it was still nerve wracking. star had anxiety when she was human, and it never actually went away, even with her current state. so she got alarmed by the littlest of things.

“ hey, star, ” marko immediately greeted her once he spotted her, but the devious grin on his stained lips and mocking look in his eyes told her it wasn't friendly. “ did you have a good time? didn't lose laddie again, did you? ” he emphasized on the last two words, devilish laughter lingering on his tongue. “ y'know dwayne will have your head, if you did. ”

it was uncomfortable getting questioned by the blonde. “ no, I didn't. ” the girl bit, trying not to show she was bothered. “ me and laddie had fun.. ”

marko was going to push it further, but david shoved him away, giving him a daring look. he instantly shut up, but the grin he bored didn't fade; instead, he chose to hide it behind his hand. david turned towards star and looked her over. " no trouble with anyone, right? ”

“ no, ” she exhaled. “ we were fine. explored the place - laddie actually built a sand castle. ” she nodded, confirming it to herself. “ we were okay. ”

david studied her gaze for a moment, seeking the truth behind her eyes. he didn't trust star, no matter how long she's been with them. it was sad, but true, and the others didn't blame him. “ okay. I don't need the runt getting hurt. ” after exhaling the smoke from his cigarette, he threw it over into the water. “ let's go. ”

turning on his heel, david headed in the opposite direction. star didn't know where he was going, but she figured to follow him, since the others did. she didn't notice a pair of eyes lingering on her though. 

when everyone was walking along the beach, but star was left a few feet behind, looking at the night sky, paul decided to lag a bit behind before his toes came in sync with her own.

“ hey. ” his lazy drawn voice greeted the woman, startling her from her focus. her head whipped around, only for her medium orbs to meet his baby blues. “ paul… ” she mumbled, surprised he was speaking to her. “ what is it? does david want something? ”

“ noo, no, ” the blonde shook his head, before turning hid attention off of her. he looked forward, while rolling a burnt out joint between the tips of his fingers. the wilted paper crinkled lightly. “ I just wanted to ask… how're you holding up? ”

paul doesn't always beat around the bush - and when he does, it's just for fun. everyone knew that. but, star had no clue what he was referring to. she was confused, and even voiced it. “ I'm doing fine.. why do you ask? ”

“ don't play coy, lady. ” paul scoffed, changing his position so that he was walking backwards. the man was a ball of energy, he couldn't stay in one place for a long time. “ I saw the way you've been acting. you thought no one has noticed, but I have, man. ” his eyes softened, which was… rare, given paul was quite the jokester. “ what's up? are you alright? ”

okay, now she really was thrown off. this definitely wasn't paul. not the one she was used to, at least. him and star never spoke - if they did, it was a few words at least. nothing too much. but, now he's actually striking up a conversation with her; not only that, but checking to see if she was okay. It was abnormal, really.

“ I said I'm okay. ” she repeated, after her parted lips settled from shock. she looked away from the vampire unsurely. “ don't worry about me, paul. it's alright. ”

“ but I mean, I am and I will. ” he finally placed the joint to his lips, the dryness sticking to them making the spiff rest in place. “ you're my sister after all, right? ”

star was silent for the longest time, because she didn't exactly know what to say. paul really felt that way about her? “ you think of me as a sister? ”

paul cleared his throat, letting his attention fall to the matches he had been fumbling around with in his palm. “ well, yeah. I know max took you in as a lesson to us or whatever, but you're still part of… whatever we have going on here. ” he cracked a small grin. “ a family I like to refer to us as. ”

“.. I never thought I was apart of it, though. ” star finally admitted her thoughts, a sad undertone lying beneath the words. she didn't like how she sounded so pitiful, but it couldn't be helped. “ I'm not exactly welcomed. ”

paul scoffed. “ star, they're just assholes, trust me. ” he finally turned, until they faced the same direction again. paul moved closer to the brunette, throwing his arm around the back of her shoulders. “ I think of you as one of us, even if you won't complete the transition. ” he whistled. “ that's pretty stupid - but, still. ” he rubbed her shoulder gently. “ cheer up, kid. you're my sister until the end, got it? ” paul tilted his head to her, giving her raised brows and a funny look, until she answered. 

chuckling softly under her breath, a small smile on her lips, star bosses. “ yeah… yeah, I got it. ”

“ hey! ” both individuals looked ahead, only to see marko with his hands cupped around his mouth, while he walked backwards; head held with confidence. “ you two better not be kissin' over there! ”

“ ew.. ” star mumbled to herself. paul heard her however, and gasped in offense.

“ ew? ” he asked, reeling his head back. “ that hurts, man. I think I'm pretty hot. you'd be lucky to kiss me. ”

star gave him a disgusted lip lift. “ didn't you just say you saw me as a sister? ”

he paused. then, slowly nodded. “ guess you have a point… yeah, man, that's gross. ”

star rolled her eyes, but smiled. then, she playfully shoved him. “ whatever. ”

paul laughed, releasing his hold on her. his arm dropped to his side, while his opposite arm lifted to his joint he had lit. “ but seriously… don't get so down, buttercup. we're all here for you, even if some of us don't act like it. ”

again, star wasn't sure of what to say. It was difficult to find an appropriate response. but, since it was paul she was speaking with, she figured she could end it simple. “ thank you.. ” she sighed, smiling softly. “ really. ”

paul glanced at her, only to smile himself. “ anytime. ”

[emiebritonstudio]

OS Zervis : "De l'ombre à la lumière"

Je vous partage un OS que j'ai écris il y a quelque temps sur le couple Zeref x Mavis de Fairy Tail. je l'ai écrit il y a un petit moment lors du concours hiver de Fairy Tail en décembre 2018.

J'avais choisi de mettre en avant un couple souvent placé au second plan des fictions sur Fairy Tail. Le thème imposé était le Nouvel An. Je me suis donc inspiré de la légende du Nouvel An chinois pour écrire cette histoire.

N'hésitez pas à me faire part de vos avis en fin de lecture ! ;)

Bonne lecture,

Emie <3

Le sifflement de la brise hivernal est l'unique son qui parvient aux oreilles de Mavis, tel un chant pour guider ses gestes dans chacune de ses tâches. La poussière de la pièce lui titille les narines. Cependant, elle s'y est habituée avec le temps. Fille d'un modeste marchand, elle a toujours eu le souvenir de prendre soin du logis. Il en est ainsi depuis le décès prématuré de sa mère et cela lui convient.

Le soleil entame sa descente vers l'horizon, inondant le logis, grossièrement taillé en pierre, de sa couleur rouge orangé. La jeune fille s'accoude un instant contre le manche du balai. Ses prunelles d'un vert intense se perdent vers l'extérieur. Même si elle s'est accoutumée à sa situation, elle ne peut s'empêcher de s'interroger sur le monde qui l'entoure et ce que doit être la vie au-delà de l'enceinte de son village.

La curiosité est un vilain défaut. Elle en a conscience. Son père, Makarov, lui à souvent répéter. Cependant, il ne peut arrêter les rêves de la belle Mavis de s'envoler dans son esprit. Une question toute particulière lui trotte en tête depuis l'arrivée du mois de décembre. Pourquoi ne fêtent-ils jamais la fin de l'année ?

En réfléchissant à une éventuelle réponse, l'adolescente se mord la lèvre inférieure. Ce sujet est tabou dans son village. Elle a bien essayé de trouver des réponses parmi les livres de leur humble bibliothèque religieuse. Mais rien ne pouvait lui fournir les explications qu'elle attendait. Un long soupir franchit ses lèvres malgré elle. La jeune fille est coupée dans son élan par le claquement de la porte d'entrée. Elle arbore un fin sourire avant de faire face au nouvel arrivant.

- Bonjour père ! La journée a été bonne ?

- Autant que les autres, mon enfant.

- Vous devez être fatigué.

- En effet. Pourrais-tu commencer la préparation du repas pendant que je me débarbouille ?

- Bien sûr.

Sans plus de discussion, Mavis s'évapore à travers le couloir qui la mène à la cuisine. Une cascade de cheveux blonds retombe sur ses hanches aux rythmes de ses pas. Elle empoigne quelques légumes de leur réserve personnelle afin de faire une soupe bien épaisse pour leur tenir chaud. Elle resserre le nœud de son tablier par-dessus sa robe rose pâle. Elle ne possède aucun chichi. Leur famille ne peut se le permettre.

Alors que la cuisson du plat mijote, son père fait son apparition. Il s'installe autour de la table. Le silence entre eux fait réfléchir la jeune fille. Pouvait-elle lui confier ses interrogations ? Au point où elle se trouvait, il est son unique espoir de trouver des réponses. Résigner, elle rassemble quelques mots dans son esprit afin de froisser le moins possible son géniteur.

- Père ?

- Oui ma fille ?

- Je m'interrogeais sur la journée d'aujourd'hui.

- Eh bien ? qu'a-t-elle de particulier ?

- Rien en apparence. et c'est bien ce qui m'étonne. Il s'agit du dernier jour de l'année.

- Et donc ?

- J'ai lu que dans des contrées voisines, il est normal d'organiser un banquet, un bal ou une fête afin de célébrer l'année à venir. Mais il ne s'est jamais rien passé à Magnolia.

Les propos de sa fille font grimacer Makarov. Il préféra se concentrer sur le remplissage de leurs bols de riz qui accompagnera leur bouillon. Son expression renfrogner interpella la jeune fille qui prit sur elle en attendant sa réponse. Bien qu'elle la jugeait déjà inutile.

- Tu ne devrais pas réfléchir à ce genre de chose. Ta curiosité te perdra.

- Il y a vraiment une raison à cela ?

- Ce ne sont pas tes affaires.

-Je vous en pris, père, répondez-moi !!

-Il en est hors de question que tu t'approches de près ou de loin à cette histoire !!! Tu pourrais bien être sa prochaine victime sur la liste.

- "Sa prochaine victime" ? À qui ?

Makarov rumine dans sa moustache. Il en a déjà trop dit et il a conscience que sa fille ne voudra pas en rester là. Sous le poids pesant du regard de Mavis, le vieil homme finit par soupirer, résigner à dévoiler davantage sur ce qui pèse sur les épaules des villageois.

- Très bien. Je t'en ai déjà trop dit. Prends place à mes côtés et je vais tout te raconter.

Sans plus de cérémonie, Mavis serre leurs assiettes avant de s'installer autour de la table au côté de son géniteur. Elle appuie ses iris dans les siennes afin de s'assurer qu'il ne se dérobe pas en si bon chemin.

- Il y a très longtemps, un démon a commencé à sévir dans les parages. Il est immortel et diabolique. La créature est en demande de sang et de chair humaine. Aussi loin que les anciens du village se souviennent, il est toujours apparu dans la nuit du 31 décembre à minuit, réclamant un jeune humain en offrante en l'échange de la prospérité du village.

- Mais c'est ignoble !!

- C'est pourquoi tous les habitants se réfugient chez eux, de peur d'être choisis comme prochaines victimes.

Makarov met un point final à son récit, laissant Mavis perdu dans ses songes. Le vieil homme rompit le silence au son des coups de cuillère dans son assiette. La jeune fille reste de marbre. Une créature telle que le décrit son père peut exister ? Une telle inhumanité peut être réelle ?

La jolie blonde secoue la tête de droite à gauche en se forçant à finir son plat. Il lui est inconcevable de croire au bon fondement de cette histoire. Elle ne peut s'y résoudre. Son père sort finalement de table, mettant une nouvelle fois à mal le fil de ses réflexions.

- Bien. J'espère que cela te coupera toute envie d'assouvir ta curiosité.

- Bien entendu, père.

- Très bien, allons nous coucher. Demain sera un autre jour.

"Un autre jour comme les autres" ne put s'empêcher de pensée Mavis. Toutefois, elle garde cette réflexion pour elle-même. Après avoir fini la vaisselle et s'être débarbouillée, elle se rend d'un pas lent vers sa chambre. Elle jette un rapide coup d'œil à son reflet dans l'unique fenêtre au-dessus de son lit. Le ciel désormais noir et étoilé domine le village.

Les questions affluent à nouveau dans son esprit. Elle doit coûte que coûte en trouver les réponses. Elle ne pourra jamais trouver le sommeil. Déterminé, Mavis ouvrit sa fenêtre. Malgré ses pieds dénudés, elle la chevauche pour rejoindre la rue. Une chance qu'elle soit au rez-de-chaussée.

La jeune fille jette un dernier coup d'œil en direction de la maisonnette en murmurant un faible "désolé" comme pour se donner bonne conscience. Ses pieds percutent les pavés froids jusqu'à s'éloigner vers la forêt avoisinante. Elle sait qu'elle ne peut se fier qu'à son instinct. Mavis enchaîne les directions sans savoir réellement si elle est sur le bon chemin pour trouver cette créature.

À bout de souffle, elle s'écroule sur le sol neigeux après avoir eu sa cheville prise au piège dans une racine d'arbre. Ces derniers, maigres et sans feuilles, créent des ombres froides et effrayantes. Mavis a la chair de poule. Elle souhaite se relever afin de s'éloigner de là. Mais une douleur à sa cheville la cloue au sol. En y jetant un coup d'œil, elle aperçut une égratignure ensanglantée et bleutée qui ne lui inspire pas confiance.

L'adolescente siffle entre ses dents. Elle déchire un pan de sa robe afin de se créer un bandage de fortune. Toutefois, elle n'a pas le temps de le finir. Comme attiré par l'odeur de son sang, une ombre fait lever le vent autour d'elle. Mavis se raidit face à la présence inconnue. Elle prit sur elle pour rassembler tout son courage, alors que ces prunelles émeraudes s'agitent autour d'elle.

- Qui est là ? Qui êtes-vous ?

Un souffle est son unique réponse. La jolie blonde fronce les sourcils vers la source. Elle plisse les yeux alors qu'une silhouette se dessine entre les arbres.

- Êtes-vous ce démon dont a peur mon village ?

- Peut-être bien.

- Je ne te veux aucun mal. Je veux juste comprendre. Pourquoi fais-tu tout ça ?

- Tu es bien bavarde pour un sacrifice humain.

Sans plus de discours, le démon sortit d'entre les arbres. Il accourt sur sa proie. Celle-ci n'a d'autre choix que de placer ses mains devant son visage en guise de protection. Mavis ferme les yeux, attendant son heure. Mais à sa grande surprise, aucune griffe ne vient déchirer sa chair, aucun croc ne vient briser ses os.

Bercée par l'unique lumière de la lune et le calme de la nuit, la jeune fille finit par entrouvrir ses paupières. Elle retient un Cri en voyant le front du démon reposer contre sa paume. Ses yeux normalement rouges sont clos, donnant à son visage une expression plus apaisée. Malgré les deux cornes sur son crâne, les écailles sur son corps et ses griffes longs et pointus, il avait presque l'air humain. Des pics d'une chevelure couleur corbeau s'agitent avec la légère brise.

Puis, comme étreinte par une force qui la dépasse, Mavis sent sa vision être aveuglée par une lumière aussi blanche que les plumes des anges. Des images défilent sous ses yeux. Elle raconte une histoire. Pas la sienne, celle du démon. Une force l'appelle. Un pouvoir plus grand que tout ce qu'elle aurait pu imaginer dans ses rêves les plus fous. Un nom s'impose à elle telle une évidence.

- Zeref.

Comme pour répondre à son appel, la créature ouvre brutalement les yeux, coupant leur échange psychique. Cependant, quelque chose à changer dans l'atmosphère. Le démon garde ses distances, observant la jolie blonde qui vient d'anéantir des siècles d'errances et de cruelles habitudes. Le goût du sang lui donne soudain une sensation fade et amère. Que lui avait-elle fait ?

- Je suis désolée.

L'intervention de Mavis l'oblige à se concentrer à nouveau sur sa présence. Son regard le transperce. Il peut y déceler une lueur remplie de compassion. Son cœur se tord dans sa poitrine, lui rappelant la présence de cet organe qui l'a tant fait souffrir. Cela fait des siècles qu'il ne connait que la peur dans le regard de ces victimes.

- Je comprends que tu en veux aux habitants de notre village. Ils ont tué ta famille en croyant qu'ils étaient des mages. Tes parents et ton petit frère...

- Ils devaient payer !! S'écrit-il en la coupant.

- Mais tu n'aurais pas dû laisser la noirceur prendre le dessus. Tuer des innocents ne les ramènerait pas.

- À quoi bon ?! Comment pourrais-je avoir encore foi en l'humanité ? Celle-ci même qui m'a tout pris.

- Grâce au pardon.

La répartie de Mavis coupe celle de son interlocuteur. Surpris, il la laisse s'approcher de quelques pas supplémentaires dans sa direction.

- Tu dois pouvoir leur pardonner. Ainsi qu'à toi même. Dans le fond tu t'en veux de n'avoir pas pu les sauver.

- J'aurais aussi dû périr dans les flammes à leur côté.

- Une nouvelle année s'annonce et il est temps de prendre les bonnes résolutions, de faire table rase du passé et de regarder vers l'avenir.

Pour appuyer ses mots, Mavis dépose une main sur l'épaule du démon. Cependant, celui-ci prend peur à son contact. Il se retire aussi sec en repartant aussi vite qu'il est venu à travers les bois. Ses pas accélèrent comme pour fuir cette fille aux allures angélique. Il a perdu l'envie dans faire son repas du jour.

Elle n'est pas comme les autres. Il en est persuadé. Quelque chose en elle, une force magique, lui a permis de lire dans son esprit aussi facilement quand ouvrant un livre. Elle est comme encerclée d'un halo de lumière, contrastant avec la noirceur de son âme. Cette opposition le terrifie. Ses pas ralentissent au fur et à mesure de ses réflexions. Il sent ses forces s'amoindrir pour la première fois de son existence. Il accorde un coup d'œil à ses mains tremblantes sous ses yeux. Il n'a pas le temps de comprendre que les cloches de l'église du village sonnent les premiers coups de minuits.

La mélodie du clocher accentue les tremblements dans tout son être. Ses jambes ne le portent plus. Il s'écroule à genoux, trouvant uniquement la force de couler un regard vers le ciel. Un sentiment de joie et d'effervescence englobe le village. Il écarquille les yeux en contemplant les premiers éclats de feu d'artifice. Les habitants ont dû s'apercevoir qu'aucune perte n'est a déplorer, qu'aucune silhouette machiavélique ne les poursuit. La magie des lumières donne un élan de féerie. Puis, une petite voix résonne dans sa tête. Il reconnait le timbre fluet de la jolie blonde.

"Je crois en toi et en l'avenir"

Un nouveau halo de lumière l'entour. Il ne parvient pas à comprendre ce qui lui arrive. Sa malédiction arrive-t-elle enfin à son terme ? Son cœur se gonfle, rien que d'y penser. Son organe vital tambourine de plus en plus fort dans sa cage thoracique comme pour le faire sentir un peu plus vivant, un peu plus humain. Alors que ses prunelles s'illuminent, sa peau pâle retrouve un aspect humanoïde. Ses griffes et ses cornes se rétractent. Le démon est poussé par le sommeil. Recroqueviller à même le sol, la lumière termine son œuvre en levant la malédiction, retirant toute trace démoniaque du corps de l'ancien villageois meurtri par la vie.

Mavis regagne son village, les bras baltant et l'esprit encore tout embrouiller par cette rencontre. Toutefois, elle est vite ramenée au présent. Des chants et des danses s'animent autour d'un immense feu de bois sur la place du village. Intriguée, elle trottine jusqu'aux banderoles colorées. Elle peine à croire en distinguant les visages enjoués des habitants qui étaient si craintifs le matin même.

Mavis fend la foule afin de retrouver son vieux père. Ce dernier est assis sur un banc en bois, sa canne reposant aux creux de ses paumes, observant avec entrain la farandole. Il tape sa canne en rythme. Makarov coupe tout mouvement en croisant le regard de sa fille. Il grimace en comprenant d'un seul regard qu'elle y est pour quelque chose dans ce changement. La jeune fille prit place à ces côtés, une expression coupable peignant son visage.

- Je n'ai pas pu m'en empêcher.

- Oh oui je sais bien. Et dans le fond c'est peut-être mieux ainsi.

- Pourquoi ?

- Nous pouvons enfin fêter l'arrivée de la nouvelle année. Le démon n'est pas venu. Aucune vie n'a été perdue.

- Je pense que c'était surtout un homme tourmente qui avait besoin de se sentir compris.

Sans comprendre le réel sens de ces propos, Makarov clôture leur discussion. Il se concentre sur la nouvelle musique. Il s'agit d'une valse permettant aux couples de se former. Seule, Mavis observe les regards langoureux échangés. Puis, de l'autre côté de la foule, elle distingue une silhouette toute particulière. Un jeune homme d'environ son âge fait son apparition. Des cheveux ébène, soigneusement lissés, lui donnent un air de gentil homme.

Un soupçon d'éclat rouge dans ses prunelles lui confirme, ce que son cœur lui crier. Zeref fendit la foule jusqu'à elle sans attirer l'attention. Il arbore une tenue sobre et ses traits de démons ont disparu. Sans quitter le regard de sa sauveuse, il s'incline en tendant une main dans sa direction. Elle lui adresse un doux sourire avant de la saisir. Telle sa lumière qui éclaire les ombres de son passé, Mavis lui montre les pas afin de reprendre confiance en lui et en l'humanité.

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Beastars Incorrect Quotes#51 Gremlin

Y/n: I don't wanna be somebody's dream human anymore!!!

Y/n*Gremlin pose and vibrating*I WANNA BE THEIR ABSOLUTELY WORST NIGHTMARE!?!

Riz & Tem *Both sitting on a bench as you tug on their clothes, bite their arms, and run around in circles around them, both pretty used to this side of you and finding it endearing*

Y/n*Feral Gremlin noises*YABIDI YABIDI YAAAAAAH!?!

[inspiredartisticcreations]

New fan-fiction

A continuation from my first fanfiction.

MATT SMITH AS THE 11TH DOCTOR

RIZ AHMED AS RICK X READER

You and Rick both stood outside where the tardis was last parked, you looked towards Rick wanted him to look back at you but he was to busy watching the Doctor fiddling with his tardis keys trying to open blue box door, Rick still ignoring your presence walked up to the doctor and the tardis box, you heart disheartened as he left you standing there alone, Rick started examining the tardis he touched it with his bare hands feeling the blue textured wood, "did you paint the wood yourself" he said seeming impressed the Doctor looked at him "no it was already like that when I first got it" he said opening the tardis door with a push, "what do you mean, when you first got it, isn't this supposed to be yours?" said Rick in confusion, "well it gets passed on, don't it (Y/N)" said the Doctor looking at you, Rick looked back at you for a few moments before going inside the tardis to explore more, the doctor beckened you to also join them, you glumly walked in shoving the doctor aside.

You all inside the tardis now, watching the Doctor fiddle with the time machine consoles, you looked at Rick again desperately wanted him to look back at you, the Doctor looked at both of you awkwardly, "I can sense tension" he said you looked at the Doctor mouthing what the hell, "well I am definitely annoyed" Rick said you tried to hold his arm, but Rick just shoved you off "Rick! WTH!, why are you being like this?" You said Rick just walked away towards the tardis consoles, the Doctor looked at you with his eyebrows forrowed "(Y/N) first off what does a WTH? stand for?" said the Doctor, "Doctor it stands for not telling the truth" said Rick playing with the tardis consoles you stormed upto the Doctor, "no it stands for being a jerk!" You said hitting one of the consoles really hard, then all of a sudden the tardis started shaking wildly making you all fall, you fell into Rick's arms onto the glass floor of the tardis, the doctor forced a leaver down then the tardis eventually settled. Your head was on Rick's chest and Rick had his hands around your head, you slowly looked up seeing Rick on the floor staring at you, "everyone alright" said the Doctor huffing and puffing, You and Rick both still on the floor staring into each other's eyes, "anytime now" said the Doctor " Rick struggled then moved your hair out of your face " (Y/N) you okay?" he said You nodded "your not hurt are you" he said continuing, " You nodded again but this time with bit of tears in your eyes, Rick helped you up wiping tears from your cheeks, "why are you crying then, your sure your not hurt?" he said. You sniffed then wiped your face, "Rick I'm okay, I'm just glad your not mad with me anymore, I'm sorry about everything I really am, i wanted to tell you everything" You said, he looked at you then gave you quick smile "no I'm sorry, (Y/N) I shouldn't have not been such a jerk to you" he said "I'm sorry for referring you as a jerk" You said slightly laughing, the Doctor watched you both then rolled his eyes you both looked into each other's eyes forgetting your surroundings, then Rick slowly started to edge forward to your face, you looked down at his lips as he was getting more closer then all of a sudden the Doctor interrupted "Nope! this isn't a kissing booth, it's my time machine" he said making you two to break apart, Rick looked embarrassed while you giggled a little, "okay we get it you've made up after your couple fight, why do couples fight anyways it's just a waste of energy" said the Doctor. Rick helped you up from the floor, then looked around the tardis in amazement, it was all bright yellow with a green light going upwards from the middle of the tardis consoles. It was bigger in the inside as well with glass floors, below the glass floor you could see all the tardis wirering of the machine.

"Doctor this is actually a really cool machine" said Rick, smiling, you grabbed Rick's top and went in for a side hug, he put his arm around you, still looking around the time machine. The Doctor smiled "well wait till what else my time machine can do" he said, Rick looked excited and then you gave the Doctor a nod.

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Mr Evershed x Male!student!reader - show them

Can you please do a mr Evershed with a F to M trans student reader. And they are having a hard time with it. Bullies or something idm :) - Anon 💜

Staring at the PE teacher, you narrowed your eyes a little bit at him.

“Come on sir! I’ve been on this team for ages!”

“I’m sorry bro, the other school said they won’t play if you’re on the team.”

“He’s our best player sir!” Riz shouted.

Mr Hussein held his hands up and shook his head.

“I know that, but it’s out of my hands.”

“Why?! Why can’t (Y/N) play?!” Cory yelled.

The boys crowded around you, all staring at the teacher.

You stared at him and you realised what it was, the reason the other school refused to play if you were on the team.

“Fine, I don’t want to be on your stupid team anyway.” You snapped.

You started to storm off.

“Why won’t they let you play?!” Cory yelled.

You spun around, holding your arms in the air.

“Cause I’m trans!” You yelled back.

Turning around, you walked into the PE office and got changed, stuffing all of your stuff into your bag and there was a knock on the door.

You opened it and stared up at your PE teacher.

“Bro come on-“

You cut him off, slamming your shoulder into him as you barged past and into the hallways, hands stuffed into your pockets.

The boys were all coming in and a few tried to talk to them and you ignored them.

That was the last time you went to PE, you weren’t allowed on the boys rugby team anymore, and you didn’t want to be on the girls team, so you just stopped going.

You walked away whenever Mr Hussein tried to bring it up with you or ask you to come back, and eventually it got the attention of the deputy headteacher.

You were sitting on the bench outside, scrolling through your phone while you waited for your friends to finish their practice and he walked over.

“Can we have a chat (Y/N)?”

Looking up, you stuffed your phone into your pocket.

He smiled, standing in front of you, arms crossed as he looked at the field you should be on then looked back at you.

“I’ve been told you’re refusing to go to PE, and that you’re refusing any sort of engagement with Mr Hussein when he tries to talk to you about it. Can I ask what’s going on?”

“Ask your teacher he’d know…” you grumbled out.

Mr Evershed sighed.

“I’m asking you, I want to hear from you what’s going on.”

You rested your arms on your knees.

“Been kicked off the team…”

He frowned.

“Why? You’re not failing any classes, and you’re amazing at rugby.”

You scoffed looking up at him as you shook your head.

“Doesn’t matter, not going back to that stupid class anyways.”

“(Y/N) you can’t just refuse to go to classes.”

“Well yeah. I can. Because I am.”

Mr Evershed looked at you and walked over, sitting on the bench with you.

“What’s going on?” He asked softly, “thought you loved rugby?”

“I did.. apparently I’m not allowed on the boys team because…”

You shook your head and Mr Evershed took a small breath, turning his head to look at you.

“Did someone say you can’t be on the team because you’re trans (Y/N)?” He asked quietly.

You slowly nodded your head.

“No point fighting it is there? Not gonna get me anywhere.”

“It’s not right, that’s why you need to fight it.”

You stood up.

“No point, other school won’t play if I’m on the team, so I was kicked from the team, and am not going back to it. Simple.”

Mr Evershed watched you storm away and he could see how much you were struggling with this.

You loved rugby, you loved the team. They loved having you on the team, the boys didn’t have any issue with you being on the team so it shouldn’t be an issue with anyone else.

He immediately went up to the field and pulled the other teacher aside.

“You removed (Y/N) from the team because he’s trans?” He asked.

“I was just going to bench them for the game bro! They took it as being kicked off the team!”

“This is probably one of the only things he’s done that will let him play on the boys team, you basically told him because he’s transgender he’s not allowed to play any match’s and only take part in the training! If the other team can’t accept it then we don’t play them, Simple.”

“Bro you can’t do that!” Mr Hussein yelled.

All the other students stopped training and walked over.

“What’s going on sir?” Someone asked.

“If the other teams cannot accept a match with (Y/N) in, then you don’t play them. It’s too late to cancel on them since they’ll be here tomorrow, but we’ll make it clear to them it’s not acceptable.” Mr Evershed said.

The boys cheered in agreement and they started planning what they were going to do.

You on the other hand we’re supposed to be at the game, but instead you were simply sat in the canteen eating some snacks.

“Hey, can you come with me?” Mrs Carter asked.

You looked up, following her as you ate your crisps and she led you outside to where Mr Evershed was waiting and he smiled at her.

He held out some boots and a jumper.

“Sir?”

“Go on put them on.” He smiled.

You nodded and put them on, and Mrs Carter carried your shoes, blazer, tie and school jumper as you all walked over to the field.

The two teams were just staring at one another, and you noticed the little face paint on your teams face.

“Come here.” Mr Evershed whispered.

He led you over to a table, and he sat you down and Candice beamed as she picked up a paintbrush.

When she was done she handed you a mirror and you smiled at the little trans flag on your cheek, and you looked at the deputy headteacher who wore the same, as did everyone else from Ackley.

“Ready?” He whispered.

“They won’t play us.” You said.

“Then that’s on them, and you can hold your head up high and be proud of who you are and that you single handily best a whole team just by being you.”

You grinned and nodded, following him to your team who all walked around you, and you turned to face the other team with them all.

“I will not be putting my boys up against a girl!” The other coach yelled.

“This ain’t a girl bro, this is our star player! He’s the best!” Mr Hussein snapped.

He placed a hand on your shoulder and Mr Evershed placed a hand on your other shoulder.

“So what you’re telling all of us is your school discriminates against the LGBTQ+ community?” He asked.

“Well.. no.. it’s not…”

The other coach fumbled for his words and you grinned a little, crossing your arms.

“If you’re boys are fine with it then we’ll play. If not I’ll sit out.” You said.

He looked at you and turned to his team who all shrugged saying they were fine with it.

Everyone got into place and you turned to Mr Evershed who gave you a small nod.

“Show them what you can do.”

“I will do sir.”

You grinned and turned back to the other team, and Mr Evershed stood at the sidelines watching as he cheered you on with everyone else

[draconicocelot]

finally got to watch it and first of all... im literally so happy this movie is everything i can't even g n g h h hh h h

second of all, spoilery thoughts / thoughts written while watching below the cut:

oh ballister is B A B Y

i adore him so so much

he's not the same as he is in the novel, but honestly i love them both as the same character but different in incredible ways

and of course nimona is such a delightful and amazing character

ballister and ambrosius are already so *lays down and sobs*

THE PIZZA RAT REFERENCE AND NIMONA IMMITATING HIM

this movie is genuinely so fuckin funny im in love

"he hates freestyle jazz" oh so they're literally the cutest couple in the history of forever

wHeN hE tHrOwS tHe PiZzA aT hEr omfg they're so sweet this movie is going to kill me skjfhds

ballister's "i'm i n n o c e n t" im crying X,,D

THEY KEPT THE ARROW PART AGHHHHDFKJS (her little "im not a people")

also?????? riz ahmed as ballister????? mvp????

omg ambrosius' "im fine, director" i- *squeezes him like a stress toy*

i love him a lot too!!! and honestly thats something that i didnt get as much from the novel, so i liked that they explored his character more!!

"you wanna show him?" when he lets nimona go apeshit i *vibrates rapidly*

oh her dragon form is CHEFS KISS

"kids. they grow up believing that they can be a hero if they drive a sword into the heart of anything different" oh so i see its time to cry my eyes out

holy shit nimona that part is a cinematic masterpiece

WHEN SHE HAS A NIGHTMARE OMFGGGG (i rewatched this part like 50000000 times omg hel p) "it's okay, you're safe", "we're home" im suing for the amount of feels that fuckin SLAMMED me with

"hold the olives, he's allergic" the fact that even tho he is pissed at him he keeps him safe :,,,,,)

oooooooo the backstory for nimona is different but i like it! very tragic but also really impactful and works with the message so well

okay tod is literally the worst but also kinda hilarious hfjsd

ambrosious calling for "bal" 😭

oh...........oh the .................. oh shit.................. oh fuck

"i'm sorry... i'm sorry....i see you, nimona, and you're not alone"

I'M NOT OKAY THIS PART B R O K E ME

their kiiiiIIIIIIIISSSSSSSS THE KNIGHTS FINALLY GET TO KIIIIIISSSSSS

OMFG THE ENDING YEEEEEEEES!!!! HES SO HAPPY AND RELIEVED TO SEE HER IM LITERALLY SO IN LOVE WITH THIS MOVIE THEY HONORED IT SO WELL IM CRYING AND SOBBING AND SHAKING

it is finally the day

[yourgirlsarchived]

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