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bumblesimagines · 25 days

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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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yourgirlsfriday · 2 years

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#[what in the pink fucking highlighter?!]#[did the invites go out late??]#[did no one google?!?!?!]#[working class take by riz is life but i still need the dandy i need the structure cmon people you have too much money to fail like this]#( look at her! she's got a n x i e t y | cloud's gonna cloud )

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tyunni · 10 months

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💬 — ENHYPEN BOYFRIEND TEXTS

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a/n: ermm... honestly i've never tried these before 😭😭 but i was really bored and decided to make them I HOPE THEYRE NOT SUPER TRASH IM SORRY IF THEYRE CRINGY

pairings: enha x fem!reader (y/n is referred to as girlfriend)

warnings: a lot of cursing, kys joke, riki calls reader lady, situationship with Jake, pet names like... in every one of them, awful attempt at humor, spelling errors and grammar mistakes! if you want me to add a warning please lmk! genre: fluff, crack, angst-ish if you squint.

☆ — LEE HEESEUNG

☆ — PARK JONGSEONG

(rest of the members under the cut!)

☆ — SIM JAEYUN

☆ — PARK SUNGHOON

☆ — KIM SUNOO

☆ — YANG JUNGWON

☆ — NISHIMURA RIKI

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entitled-fangirl · 3 months

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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 :)

#will graham x reader #will graham #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #Will graham imagines #hannibal nbc x reader #will graham imagine #will graham fanfiction

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specialagentlokitty · 1 month

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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

#halo imagine #halo the series #halo x reader #halo x you #John 117 #john 117 x reader #John 117 x you #John 117 imagine #master chief #master chief x reader #master chief x you #master chief imagine

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kenzie30david · 2 years

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Little Loza

Pairing: Hank Loza x Reader

I dont think that Hank gets the love that he deserves

Summary: A special treat for halloween

It was Halloween and you were getting ready to go to the Club for a little get together. Little did they know, you had one hell of a surprise in store for them. You and Hank had been trying for a baby for a while now, and last week you took a test and were met with those two pink lines. Since halloween was coming up you were looking for the perfect way to tell him. You went online and found a shirt with a little skeleton baby on the stomach. You thought that was perfect and lucky for you the shirt would be here the week before halloween. Every time Hank would ask you what you were dressing up as you told him that it was a surprise. You were even going to try to match because you knew that he was gonna wear his kutte and usual attire; which you didnt mind because you thought he looked hot. The night finally arrives and you tell Hank youll meet him at the club. You look yourself over making sure everything matches and that you have the two tests with you. Proud with how everything turned out and nervous to tell him you get your things and head to the scrap yard. When you arrive you dont see Hank so you head in figuring he’d be with Bishop or Taza. When you enter you look around catching the eye of EZ and Angel. They walk over to you smiling before they notice your shirt. EZ gets it right away but Angel doesnt. “Holy shit Y/N really?’’ You feel the hint of pink on your cheeks. “Shh” you plead with EZ as the grin on his face gets wider. “Whats up ‘mano?” All you see is EZ lean into Angels ear and whisper something before Angels clapping really loud and the two of them hug you tightly. The commotion has a pair of familiar arms wrapping around you. “Everything okay over here?” Angel and EZ wink at you as you mouth a dont. You all nod your head as you turn around smiling at Hank “Oh course, Im just standing with the biggest children in the entire place.” You and Hank laugh as Angel and EZ both groan. Linking your fingers you lead Hank over to the couches with Bishop, Riz, and Coco. “Hola chica.” You smile at all the men as you stand behind Hank giving them a chance to see your shirt. Everyones eyes went wide as you nodded your head yes bringing a finger to your lips not wanting them to tell.

Hank notices the mens looks and tilts his head to the side. "Yall good?" Without wanting to give it away theu just nod their head. After a while of chilling and talking with the boys you stand having Hank do the same. "Whats going on querida?" You smile at him before getting everyones attention. "Hey guys. So I have an announcement to make. As some of you know Hank has been in my life for a while and I love him with my whole heart, as I know you all do. And tonight I have some news to share with you all" You smile as you turn to Hank and thats when he sees your shirt. You see tears come to his eyes "Really?" he says almost low enough that only you can hear. Nodding your head he picks you up spinning you around. "Um, hello fill us in 'mano" He sets you down before turning to face his brothers "WE ARE HAVING A BABY" He screams and you've never heard such loud applause in your live. After everyone says their congrats you pull Hank to the side "Te amo mi amor." You smile at him "Te amo con todo mi corazón. tú y este bebé son mi mundo" he responds kissing you softly.

#hank loza imagines #mayans mc imagines #hank loza x reader

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beoneofus · 1 year

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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. ”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #star the lost boys

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luxthestrange · 5 months

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Beastars Incorrect Quotes#26 Too Powefull...

Y/n*Coming in the club room* Hey guys, do you know what happened to the package that was supposed to be in my Mail?... The delivery guy told me they dropped it off here?

Kai: The one with the fucking corset? We all hid it

Club Members*Nod in Unison*...

Y/n What the fuck-GUYS!?

Louis: You’re already too powerful in this school, We hid it for the betterment of Beastkind in this Academy

Y/n...

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royallyprincesslilly · 2 years

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Title: HALO: A MasterChief Collection: Conceal {9}

Master Chief Pablo x Sergeant Reader

Warning: Cursing, Angst, Plot, Blood, Violence

Words: 3.9k

Summary: You are part of the mighty SPARTANS as sergeant and a pretty badass addition to the team at that. Everything is different. You’re different. Master chief is different. But the two of you are the only ones who know this. That means this secret must be hidden. Can you both do it?

Note: Guess who needs more fics? Master Chief!!! I’ve decided to make a Master Chief collection of standalone one-shots. They all can be read separately to understand but can also be read in sequence. I will put a number on them so anyone who is interested in reading in sequence can, but again not necessary. This might be an acquired taste, but it’s Pablo as Master Chief forever and always around these parts. Thank you for reading! Enjoy!

Note II: Tapping into some Elsa vibes with the title. I had to be restrained from making the title: Conceal, Don’t Feel. Like seriously restrained. LMAOOO. Also, I am not 100% sure the ranking but I think I got it right, if not excuse the mistake and overlook it. Just know Seargent Y/N is ranked under master chief but just above the other Spartans.

If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

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Brrr, Brrr, Brrr, Brrr. Brrr, Brrr, Brrr, Brrr.

The blaring alarms could be clearly heard. You jumped up reached for your weapon while rolling out of the bed, ready for anything. Scanning the dark room, you found no threat, only John across the room on the opposite side of the bed in the same crouching position you were in with his weapon raised. The light shining through the windows in a circular motion showed you his face in sporadic fashion.

“That’s the alarm for a breach,” John voiced.

Both of you stood at the same time. It was him looking over your body that made you remember you were naked—as was he. Both of your communicators went off and in the same breath both of you went into motion hurrying out of the bedroom to where your clothes was bundled. As you read the alert you groaned.

“All Spartans are bring called in. No word on if it’s a breach,” you announced hurrying back to your bedroom.

You quickly grabbed some clothes then pulled them on. You’d learned long ago how to get dressed in under two minutes. Now wasn’t any different. You dropped onto the bed and pulled on your boots then rushed out. John was just rising from a chair fully ready.

“Did I beat you.”

“Not this time.”

A half smile was spread across his lips. The two of you walked to the door but John pulled you back and pressed you into the wall and his body against yours. Your eyes widened in shock.

“Wha---.”

Your words were cut off by his lips for a tentative kiss, a kiss you returned. While every kiss between you over the last near forty-eight hours had been passionate, desperate and wild this one was slow almost hesitant, sweet and so tender. By now, you’d lost count of how many times he’s stolen your breath. When he pulled away you both sighed a sort of relieved sigh.

“What was that?”

John brushed your cheek with his thumb, “It felt right.”

You smiled and kissed him once more. “We don’t have time for this.”

“I know. I just had to--.”

You nodded fully understanding what he meant.

“Wait, it’s smart for us to go separately. We can’t let Halsey know that your pellet is gone.”

John’s jaw ticked and he slowly nodded.

“We can’t let her know a lot of things,” he added.

Your eyes met and the conversation continued, no words were necessary. Far too soon, John moved from you and walked through the door. Half of you wished he would look back, but the other half knew he wouldn’t. He was once again Master chief Petty Officer John-117 and you, his subordinate. It was almost painful—painfully poetic.

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“Spartans, fall in!”

You rushed in and fell in line along with Vannak, Riz, Kai and Master Chef, ready for instructions.

“All right Spartans, we have intel that says we have another artifact on Eridanus Two and thanks to Master Chief we can confirm that as accurate. Our plan is of course to get it before anyone else since we know we are not the only ones after it,” Captain Keyes briefed.

“I don’t think I have to stress how important it is for us to be the ones to get this artifact before the covenant,” Dr. Halsey said stressing her words for emphasis. “Do I make myself clear Spartans?”

“Affirmative, ma’am!”

“We’re tails up in ten, move out,” Captain Keyes finished.

You and the other Spartans made your way over to your suits in controlled fashion and proceeded to change and suit up. The entire time you undressed, you tried to keep your head in the game and on mission rather than where you’d been not even thirty minutes ago. Peeling off your leggings, you reached for the one impact proof one piece you wore under your suit. You glanced across the way to find John’s eyes on you and the intensity you saw in them made you fumble the garment. Your eyes locked and you knew what he was thinking. The moment seemed to last for eternity. His eyes bore into you and stripped you of the remaining clothes you wore. The look in his eyes said if you were alone he’d slam you against the metal of the lockers and fuck you hard and raw. Your belly quivered. You wanted it.

“Master chief.”

John snapped his head away to give his attention to Miranda who’d somehow kept up beside him. You looked back into your locker and grabbed the garment you’d long dropped and proceeded to stuff your legs inside.

“Seargeant (your chosen nickname).”

You looked over your shoulder into Kai’s face and instantly came back to yourself. You were Seargeant Second Class Y/N-144. You were a solider—a weapon made by the UNSC to get the most complex and impossible missions completed. You were not a woman. Not a woman with thoughts of her own. Not a woman who could feel, desire or want. Not a woman who knew what a kiss felt like. Not a woman who knew what it was like to have master chief’s hands on your body or have him inside of you. You were a weapon. A lethal weapon with one objective—the mission.

“Kai,” you replied keeping your voice even and free of any emotion.

She studied you but didn’t say anything else. You tried not to think about what she was searching for.

“Nothing,” she said before she turned back to her own locker.

Pushing the encounter to the back of your mind, you continued to suit up reciting the objective in your mind. Once outfitted you walked over to the weapons rack and caught John walking off with Dr. Halsey. Curiosity picked at you. What could she be saying to him? Was she giving him different orders or was she trying to dig her hooks deeper into him? Whatever she was doing John’s face, and posture gave nothing away. He just nodded his head like the obedient solider he'd always been. It hit you then this would be his first mission completely free of the pellet, completely at the mercy of his human thoughts and emotions.

You remembered your first mission and said a silent prayer he had an easier time than you had.

“Seargeant Second Class 144.”

You stood at attention as Miranda approached.

“Dr. Keyes.”

“At ease.”

You eased your stance but kept your eyes forward and off of her. She leaned closer just a touch and spoke.

“Head in the game?”

“Affirmative.”

“The full force of the UNSC will be accompanying you to Eridanus Two. Be sure to remain compliant.”

She was reminding you the best she could that eyes would be everywhere and neither you nor John could fuck up and give anyone reason to suspect anything was off. You nodded.

“Yes Dr. Keyes.”

She nodded then walked off. If you hadn’t been anxious before, you sure as hell were now.

“Conceal, Y/N, conceal,” you whispered to yourself.

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The ride through slip space was a quiet one. Sometimes you and the others would goad each other about your skills and who was better but now none of that happened. Everyone sat in their seats, backs straight, heads high and eyes forward awaiting deployment. Across from you, John sat the same as all of you were—disciplined. With his helmet on, you had no idea where he was looking but you didn’t doubt he was focused. There was something about putting on the full suit that did something to one’s focus. Somehow no matter how distracted you were, putting on the helmet always brough things to a point.

“Entering Eridanus Two outer space now. Prepare to exit slip space,” the voice informed through the ship.

You gritted your teeth and allowed the feeling in your belly to course through you. It was similar to doing a free fall with no gravity to catch you only intensified twofold. It only lasted a few seconds though. Kai and the others were lucky. You were certain they didn’t feel it because you hadn’t felt it before your pellet was removed. Now you felt it every journey in and out of slip space. A few minutes later, the ship was on the surface and soldiers and Spartans disembarked.

Halsey walked off with John behind her scanning their surroundings. They were headed to look into the location of the artifact.

“Spartans maintain a perimeter, keep your eyes open and weapons ready,” John ordered through coms.

“Yes, master chief,” you all replied in unison.

For the next thirty or so minutes, you walked the surface checking areas where enemy combatants could be lying in wait and even those any inhabitants of the planet could be buried. Eridanus Two was practically a wasteland, one of the harshest planets to survive on but you didn’t doubt that some poor souls called it home. Not many came here. It was the perfect place for an artifact to be. It would have remained unbothered for centuries.

By the time your boredom set in, you realized it had been nearly three hours. Three hours and nothing had happened. Three hours and the artifact had not been acquired. You wondered what was happening. Was John all right? Suddenly, a massive energy pulse went through you and as far as you could see and sent you flying and down for the count as the loudest pulsing and screeching sound went off around you. It didn’t hurt though—it felt like it was talking to you and what it said crippled you.

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-John-

He shouldn’t have touched it but there was no way he couldn’t have not. Like being in slip space, he saw memories of himself he didn’t recognize. He felt feelings he remembered feeling somewhere in him. It all seemed so similar, so real. He knew they were real. This hadn’t been the first time he’d experienced memories. He traced this back to the first time he touched the artifact in Madrigal. He knew these were his memories. This latest set pulled it all together. Halsey had been lying—about everything. She’d taken him from his home and turned him into this.

His gut bubbled with bile and rage. As he stood, he saw red, and his only wish was to see blood. His eyes fell back to the artifact he’d just touched, the artifact that had given him these answers, that had pieced everything together for him. He felt connected to it, and he knew for sure he had something to do with it. They were connected.

“John?”

He spun on his heels and glared at her. Through his helmet he knew she couldn’t see the anger in his eyes but he knew in seconds she would feel it. He took a step to her, she took one back.

“John,” she cautioned sensing the predatory instincts coursing through him.

“You’ve been lying to me.”

Halsey’s eyes widened but it wasn’t with confusion it was with shock and fear. That was all the answer he needed. Ther was no mistake. She was the villain in this story—his story.

“John,” she cautioned again.

He ignored her and stepped closer.

“Why have you been lying to me?”

“I—I--,” she stuttered before gulping. You need to listen to me. I know you have a lot of questions.”

“I will get the answers!”

He leapt to her, but she slipped to the side before slapping something onto the back of his head sending him into darkness.

When his eyes opened, he had two thoughts, you then Halsey. Getting to his feet he began stalking from the cave but once he stepped out, he felt it—the incoming threat of carnage. Someone—or someone was coming. Seconds later, there was a large explosion. Several others echoed after and fire and shouts came next. He felt torn. His training said the mission was paramount, but everything else in him said you came above it all.

“Spartans on me!”

He heard the response of Riz, Kai, and Vannak but he didn’t hear you. He began to call your name but stopped himself. Balling his fists he tried again.

“144 come in!”

Silence.

“144 come in, now!”

Still nothing. He gritted his teeth and continued to usher the soldiers into motion.

“Riz, Kai, Vannak, do you have eyes on (your chosen nickname)?”

“No, master chief,” they replied together.

Worry set in, then he heard another reply come in.

“144 was securing the west quadrant perimeter. That is where her location is paused,” Riz answered.

He dodged a bomb, dove to the right then opened up his map and sure as day your dot was stilled.

“144 come in. Do you need assistance?”

Nothing.

“Goddamn it!”

“Master chief your orders are to get the artifact to Dr. Keyes’s ship,” Captain Keyes informed.

Again he gritted his teeth. This was the first time he wanted to ignore an order. The first time he had the free will and desire to say no.

“144 is mission, Captain Keyes.”

“Understood but the artifact is what we came here for. It is the mission not 144.”

“Fuck!”

An enemy combatant ran to him completely unaware that he was an uncaged animal right now. Lifting his foot, he sent it into their chest sending them flying. He pulled his secondary weapon out and released three shots dropping the fighter. He jumped onto the speeding vehicle that held the artifact, shooting down an incoming raider whose intent was to overtake it.

“Not today. Spartans, get in!”

In seconds Riz, Kai and Vannak barreled to him and leapt into the vehicle. With Riz on the machine turret, she took over shooting any and everything that did not look human. As he drove, he kept an eye on the map on his forearm at your dot that still wasn’t moving. Damn it, he thought. Something was wrong. You wouldn’t go silent, not in combat and not after last night. He heard more persistent orders telling him to get the artifact to the ship and he wished for the first time to be anyone else. Anyone who could get to you.

“Goddamn it 144, reply now!”

He heard a chough and a long groan. It was a familiar one.

“144?”

“Uuugh, fuck, what—what--.”

“144 come in!”

“I’m here.”

He sighed out as he swerved missing a newly dropped bomb. The vehicle did a donut bringing up a thick cloud of dust.

“Twelve o’clock, three o’clock and above,” Riz shouted.

Each of them went into action on the location at the same time. Vannak went for the three o’clock, Kai the twelve and he aimed his weapon up and fired round after round.

“Clear!”

“What’s happening? The covenant?”

“Get your ass to my location 144.”

You groaned again and he worried you were hurt. When he was about to ask you spoke.

“Yes, master chief.”

He looked at the map on his forearm again and saw your dot moving. Slight relief washed over him, and he found he could focus on the mission again thought the nagging need to see you himself still picked at him. He doubted he would be fully focused until you were on his six. He drove and swerved around obstacles and focused on the road and not the screaming soldiers around him. There was so much carnage, so much destruction. He was numb to it before but now—he saw this war up close and way too personal.

“Coming to you, master chief,” you said.

He saw you from the side but also saw a hover rover coming for you.

“On your nine, 144!”

You leapt but it was too late, it collided with you and shot you through the air and several feet. He watched your body fall beam over the cliff and right in the middle of where the battle was the bloodiest. All he heard was the sound of his own heart nothing else registered. You remained down for too long.

“144.”

No response. As he drove further and further away, he thought of his options. He knew what he should do but what he was about to do was not it.

“Stay on mission, John!”

Halsey’s orders were loud and clear, but something else spoke to him much clearer and much louder.

“Vannak take the wheel. I won’t let her die.”

Before anyone else could get a word in he leapt out of the vehicle and ran to the edge of the cliff. He saw quickly approaching enemy mid-range ship and he jumped for it landing on its hull. Pulling his side piece, he shot into it knowing he’d made impact. Soon, the ship began declining. He rode the steam down then jumped off right before it collided with a much larger ship. A massive explosion erupted for a few moments all was silent.

When he stood, he saw a legion of covenant fighters armored up, and armed across the field that was set ablaze. He counted at least ten with one large ugly son of a bitch in the center.

“Great.”

Right in front of the legion there you were crumpled still barely moving.

“I’m coming, Y/N. Tuck and hang on.”

You didn’t reply and he prayed he wasn’t too late. The legion screamed a battle cry then took off for him. Releasing his own battle cry, he followed. He was ready to show them the demon they swore he was. He bent grabbed a discarded weapon and shot until the chamber emptied. He then shouted in frustration and threw it lodging it in the skull of one of the fighters. He tumbled, grabbed another and off-loaded sending bullets into most of the fray. Still the large one remained. He grabbed two weapons and went into close combat rotating in a circling taking them out one at a time. When the weapons failed, he relied on his fists.

To anyone looking in the outcome probably looked grim, but he didn’t care. To him he wouldn’t stop until he got to you. The large one grabbed him and threw him across the field. He should have said thanks because he was now closer to you. You were now on your back. Not dead. He stood fighting through the pain and ran for the only one standing. He took a foot to the head then dropped to his knee. Sensing this fighter’s next move, he waited. When the punch came, he grabbed onto its arm hooking himself on then climbed up lodging himself on its back. With the last weapon he had, he released shots into its back then attached an explosive. Before he could leap off, it hooked him. It must have sensed its demise and wanted to take him along. The explosive went off and he went flying.

Again, silence was all he heard. Silence with a high-pitched ringing. Groaning he flipped onto his back and tried to catch his breath. On his back he saw a ship break off form the hovering one that he guessed was where whoever was in charge was waiting. The breakaway ship began its descent and he cursed.

“Goddamn it!”

Across the field by you he saw the artifact. You were maybe ten or so feet apart. It was now a choice he had to make. He could grab one, but he doubted he could do both. He could hear a staticky command, but he couldn’t make it completely. What he did get was artifact. He knew it was an order to secure it. He saw you make a move to your knees, but you dropped back down. Your eye shield was broken, and it gave him a slight look at one of your eyes. It was bloodshot and locked on his.

“The artifact, John. Not me.”

He gritted his teeth. The largest combatant he’d seen dropped from the sky and landed in a cloud of dust. In hand was a massive clobber axe that looked ready for action. Another curse escaped him before he took off running toward the fight. As the creature lifted its weapon to swing, he slid intending to go through its legs, but he was met with an oncoming attack. In the nick of time, he opened his shield bit it was too late. It sent him right back to where he’d begun. With the upper hand the combatant ran to him with weapon held high. It slammed it down, but he rolled to the side avoiding the weapon completely.

Looking into the face of his opponent, he almost gulped. He was the ugliest son of a bitch he’d ever seen. He clocked a weapon a few feet away then ran to it. The creature made a move for the artifact instead. It registered too late; you were standing by the artifact with your foot on it. You looked half dead but still defiant as all hell. You opened fire with the two weapons in hand shouting the entire time like the badass you were. He might have smiled and felt pride at the sight in a different situation but seeing how the gargantuan figure still ran to you he felt something else. Fear.

Without thinking, he grabbed the mine explosion laying on the ground that he knew must have fell out of one of their ships. He ran like his life depended on it toward the creature because he felt it did. When one of your weapons went out, you grabbed your secondary and opened fire again. Just before the other went out he jumped, soared through the air and landed on its back ramming the device into its flesh. It screeched out and reached for him, but he propelled off of its back soaring to you. You didn’t stop firing even with one weapon. As he glided past you, he grabbed it and aimed for the device. It exploded and he grabbed you, while you grabbed the artifact. The explosion sent you across the field.

He gasped long and sprung up to a sitting position. He frantically looked around for you then saw you lying there a few feet away. He scurried to you and realized you clutched the artifact to your chest.

“Y/N!”

You gasped then coughed. He pulled off his helmet then yours and looked into your battered and bloodied face. Through the damage he saw your eyes were open. He sighed in relief.

“Artifact---secure,” you grunted then smiled.

He scoffed. You were a badass all right. A badass with a death wish. Suddenly, a beam of blue light came down, enclosing you in its perimeter. Your eyes widened as you began to levitate off the ground.

“No, Y/N!”

“John!”

Your panic was evident but you didn’t release the artifact.

“They want the artifact. Let it go!”

“No!”

“Y/N, let it go. That’s an order!”

You didn’t and soon got out of reach of him.

“Let it go!”

Your eyes locked and that fear from earlier returned.

“John!”

“Let it go Y/N, I can’t lose you. I can’t!”

You released it but you still beamed up to the ship. Seconds later, your body dropped while the artifact went up. Sliding just in time, he caught you before you collided with the ground. The covenant ship zipped through the air taking off. He should have cared that the artifact was gone and the mission a failure, but he didn’t. He held you tighter. What he cared about was that he had you.

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nerdysleepybunny · 2 years

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Riz x Reader Part 3

(Beastars)

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Riz would call you his honey, please call him your teddy bear. 😋

If you wanted to spend the night in his dorm, he’d gladly accept! He’d gently place you on his bunk and pull you into his chest, holding you close.

He always cooks for you. <33

If you’re in Drama Club, he’ll be with you every chance he gets!

Holds your hand/has his hands on your waist or shoulder in the halls. <33

Brags about you to ALL his friends.

He starts eating less honey, you make him so happy he barely needs it to cure the side affects!

He likes when you sit on his lap.

He’s such a teddy bear, absolutely melts when you hug him.

Pet his ears, he’ll drool. 😋

He’s an absolute gentleman, treating you like royalty.

Chivalry is dead? Think again with this adorable bear.

He’ll love it if you sing, he’ll ask you to sing 24/7.

If you feel weak, he’ll play fight with you and let you win! Sit on him in victory, he’ll fall for you even more.

Gives the best hugs and cuddles, change my mind.

He’s a living heater. Blankets? Who’s she? Get yourself a Riz babes.

Someone hurt you? Just give him their name, you’ll never see them again. Literally…

Overall an amazing partner, 9/10. He’s a bit secretive, but we all know why.

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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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windsofchxnge · 2 years

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Avatars réservés

Pour info, les réservations d'avatars sont bel et bien ouvertes ! Vous pouvez réserver via le serveur discord récemment ouvert ou bien en nous contactant sur Tumblr. 💞

A, B, C, D

Aishwarya Rai — PV ; Amrita Kevari (leader des Enfants du Chaos)

Alexa Demie

Andrew Scott

Angela Sarafyan

Amita Suman

Bill Nighy

Cameron Porras

Caroline Miner Smith (siiickbrain)

Cilian Murphy

Darren Barnet

Devon Aoki

E, F, G, H

Ha-joon Wi

Henry Cavill

Hikari Mori

I, J, K, L

Jungkook Jeon

Kailey Hsu

Lauren De Graaf

M, N, O, P

Mason Alexander Park

Matthew Daddario

Milo Ventimiglia — PV ; Ippolito Crespi (capitaine pirate du Kraken)

Mingyu Kim

Morfyyd Clark

Natasha Liu Bordizzo

Nicholas Galitzine

Omar Rudberg

Oscar Isaac — PV ; Arturo Sermiento (leader de la Main d'Eresha) P

Pedro Pascal

Phoebe Tonkin

Q, R, S, T

Regé-Jean Page — PV ; Nathaniel Van Dalen (capitaine pirate du Prestige)

Rina Sawayama

Riz Ahmed

Robert Pattinson

Rome Flynn

Salma Hayek — PV ; Marisol El Shami (capitaine pirate du Tortuga)

Sevdaliza

Shay (Vanessa Lesnicki)

Shonali Singh

Sofia Boutella

Taehyung Kim

Tashi Rodriguez

Timothée Chalamet

U, V, W, X, Y, Z

Vika Bronova

Winona Ryder

Yerim Kim

Yulia Rose

Zendaya

Zión Moreno

#réservations #avatars #faceclaims

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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

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