IN WHICH a book where drabbles, one shots and imagines are written for male and female characters and celebrities with a male reader.
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male reader | multifandom imagines | book two | ongoing | unedited
Book: Male Reader Imagines Chapter 25: Deadly Carnivore, Beastars Word Count: 1417
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[name] was a large wolf, his fur pitch black and his eyes a deep red. He had a menacing figure and most of all the herbivores stayed away from him. His appearance was enough to scare them off.
He moved the broom back and forth against the theatre floor with the usual bored look on his face. It was his job to make sure the place was nice and clean after everybody left. He didn't mind doing this. It just meant he could stay away from all the judgemental stares he usually got.
"Oh, I didn't know you were still here."
[name] looked behind him to see Louis, the deer enter the theatre from the back door. He raised his eyebrows and leaned up, holding the broom to his side. "I'm taking my time." He answered. It's not like he had anything better to do.
The deer stayed still, his shoulders tense and he ran his eyes over [name]'s dangerous figure. "I suppose I can work around you. I just had to memorise a few lines."
"You want to stay in here alone with me? It doesn't frighten you?" [name] asked, going back to cleaning the floor.
"Should it?" Louis asked back.
The wolf stopped sweeping, his eyes glancing upwards. "That's for you herbivores to decide." He responded. He didn't give Louis anymore attention and swept the floor, even though he could feel Louis' eyes staring into his back.
Louis put his bag on the ground before getting out his script and clearing his throat. He looked out into the empty crowed and pretending it was full of people as he started speaking. His words were full of confidence and it was like he could care less if [name] was watching him or not.
[name] had a hard time focusing on his work but he didn't want to make it obvious that he was listening and watching Louis. It wasn't often he was alone with a herbivore. not often being never, and he wondered if Louis really wasn't scared of him or he was putting on a false sense of bravery. Either way, the wolf didn't mind the company.
"Ow." Louis whimpered. He had thrown the paper to the side in a dramatic fashion and it had accidentally sliced against the tip of his finger, casing the tiniest amount of blood to spill out. "Damn, paper cut."
It was silent in the room and he slowly looked over to see [name] had hunched over, the broom being gripped so tightly in his hand that it was nearly causing it to snap. Louis tilted his head and took a step closer to him. "You can smell me, can't you?"
A vicious growl left the wolf's throat and Louis halted in his step. "Don't." [name] snapped. His head turned on an angle where Louis could only see the side of his face. His one eye was dark with hunger and his muzzle was pulled back to show his sharp teeth. "Don't come any closer."
