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The Star on a Cruise: Day 2/7

⊱⋆ Kaiser x reader ⋆⊰

(another silly post 😱)

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It was a cool, summer night on the cruise. The air was a taaad too nippy for your taste, but the breeze was kind enough not to have a displeasing bite at your exposed skin.

The sky reminded you of an old blanket covering half the world, starlight stabbing through the otherwise unnoticeable holes weaved within its imperfection, and the moon acting as a winsome gaping flaw in the fabric.

A graveyard of stars, the sky forever will be in the complex hands of time. The largest graveyard ever known to humanity.

You wished to be a part of it at this moment; tucked away so deep in the silent abyss you wouldn't hear him.

You had absolutely no idea how or why you ended up with this pretty man. Oh right! You agreed to go on a little outing with him— This was entirely your fault.

You were ready to accept your fate and scream into your pillow, but of course, Michael made sure to pull the strings just enough to extend your stay beyond your limits.

On top of everything, you were sitting at the restaurant/bar near the poolside in public, meaning there would be no tolerance for the celebrity getting strangled with his own rat tails.

"Uhh, Schatz?" Michael waved a hand in front of your face for some attention. He was saying something while you were zoning out. Whoops.

You turned to the man next to you with a questioning hum. He decided to have mercy on your poor, unfortunate soul.

"I was asking what you wanted...Sonnenlicht."

Oh, that smirk again.

You now recognized it. He found a new word for you! Perfect..

Nothing in your mind could come up with what it truly meant since Micheal's German ass loved to gatekeep his own language for funsies, but a few ideas formed. You didn't like them very much.

You took in a sharp breath and wore a tight smile in a feeble attempt to mask what you really wanted to do. Thank God being a waitress in the past prepped you for such dire times.

"I'll take a medium basket of fries and a virgin piña colada!" You answered with friendliness in your tone.

Micheal seemed satisfied with your response. "Right then-"

"Pendejo..." You added under your breath.

You turned away. He halted when he caught the sound of that word and whipped his head in your direction.

At first he looked at you confused, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as his brain tried cooking up any possible explanation.

Your little comment was definitely unexpected. The longer it settled in, the more it gnawed at him the same way a toddler would teethe on someone else's clothes. However, he knew the word was either a teasing nickname or an insult to his name— he didn't know which of the two was more likely.

Now it was your turn to smirk. You couldn't have asked for a better outcome... You were so proud of yourself for remembering that mini Spanish lesson from when you and your coworker were bored. You could cackle right about now!

Of course, all good times come to an end, and he brushed it off to order the food and drinks for the two of you.

"Are you sure that's all you'll be having, Sonnenlicht?" Micheal asked for confirmation.

"Yes-"

"I'm paying."

"Add a large stir fry plate and some churros."

There's no way in HELL you'd pass up an opportunity for free food! Especially if it's good quality.

Of course, you had a heart unlike him, so you chose a dish that wasn't too extravagant.

A grin stretched across his face as he turned back to the waitress, "You heard her."

After the waitress left you two, Michael returned his attention to you for the umpteenth time, and you were instantly reminded of the obligation to hold a decent conversation with him since he was paying for your meal.

You had considered googling conversation starters, but Michael hadn't taken his eyes off you. Once again, you glanced to your dear companion, the imaginary camera, and gulped cartoonishly before reciprocating his eye contact.

"So... You're a soccer player, right? Which position do you play?"

It was either the sheer desperation to break the ice, or your social awkwardness saying hello because holy shit did you wanna swan dive into the ocean and live a new life as a fish. Perhaps a mermaid.

"Forward. In other words, a striker." He answered coolly.

You nod, pretending to know what he's talking about. Although, you did have a general explanation of what position that is from overhearing it dozens of times amongst sport enthusiast crowds.

"Intriguing..." You thoughtfully replied.

He seemed to have taken that as an opening to start delving more into soccer, and most importantly, more about himself and what he did.

To keep yourself from downright ripping your hair out, you started imagining what life would be like as a mermaid, unintentionally gazing into Michael's blue pools.

In your mind, you started playing a game like those TikToks where you'd carefully chose each option for your character— Michael ultimately noticed your blank face after a while and stopped to stare again. Why did he keep doing that?

You snapped out of your daze as well and kept staring harder. You didn't typically back down after all.

You both stared at each other in silence.

You were uncomfortable. He thought it was emotional bonding between two potential lovers.

There was no other choice but to bring out the big guns... So, you leaned in and lowered your voice like you were about to reveal a deep secret.

"Are we mamihlapinatapai-ing right now?" You asked seriously.

He blinked, then gave you a look that said: 'what in tarnation are you on about, did you just curse me', but then the waitress came back with the food and drinks like the saint from the heavens answering your plea.

You hoped she got blessed with a cold pillow on both sides for the whole week.

"Oooh! This looks good~" You practically drooled at the plate in front of you. God, stir fry was one of the greatest things humanity ever brought to this world! You thought as you stabbed the fork into a piece of broccoli and began to ravage.

Micheal started eating too, cutting into his medium rare steak. After swallowing his first bite, he glanced at you with a look you were attuned to at this point; You knew he'd strike up another conversation based off the spark in his eyes that imitated sunlight reflection on waves.

"Your shoulders look sturdy." He flirtatiously remarked.

...What?

You thought it may be a compliment, despite it being a rather odd choice. Perhaps he wanted to be different, like usual. It's not that it was necessarily a bad compliment, just... Out of the ordinary.

You nodded slowly, eyebrows furrowing with a bemused smile curling at your lips following after. "Thank you?"

He continued, not at all fazed.

"Yes, they match the rest of your stature perfectly." He paused momentarily, taking a sip of his beverage. "Your food good?" He asked.

You nodded. "Very."

"And your drink? Ist es gut-" He immediately cleared his throat after the small slip up of language mixing, "Is it good too?"

Biting your inner cheek to use pain as a laughter suppressant, you nodded and spoke again. You HAD to tease him. "Yes, it's gut. It's actually one of the best piña coladas I've had."

Bobbled his head in response to your answer. You didn't rightly know why, but the way he was nodding along with you was kinda...

NOT CUTE AT ALL! He's not adorable in any sense of the word. Not even the way his leg was bouncing slightly every so often.

You felt a cloak of shame fall over you, having nearly glitched out at the mere thought of finding the atrocious man next to you even remotely cute. The sudden urge to throw unwarranted insults at him overflowed.

"Can't say the same for my bobble headed date right now." You jested mid-sip of your drink.

"Exactly! I'm not good, I'm outstanding." He responded smoothly.

You glared at the side of his face from your peripheral vision, eyes narrowing. This got serious.

"Well, you should outstand a little too close to the railing."

Micheal's brow rose at the quip. He seemed to have found this fun now.

"Outstand too close to the pool. I bet it still wouldn't get you as wet as I can."

Your jaw dropped, but you picked it up within a split second before any comment could be made on that.

"Fuck you."

"Later, Sonnenlicht." He grinned, shooting a little wink.

To hell with this guy! You were so tired of him at this point, you wanted to throw him in the pool.

★

That did NOT mean wanting to go in the pool with him.

Somehow, you just couldn't get away from him! As if he was telepathic, he dragged you to the water with him after dinner when he somehow got you to agree on the outing...

Why? You asked yourself until your brain hurt from too many hateful thoughts at once. You were beginning to think Michael was a witch who cursed you to stay with him forever as some sort of familiar.

And of course he decides to dramatically take off his flamboyant beach shirt— He was already drawing attention from those in the vicinity.

The only thing possibly being present as a source of comfort was that he was mainly attracting the female gaze, so you could lowkey fade into the background ignoring the part where he's remaining close to you.

While he was majestically tossing his top upon a close by to quickly slather on sunscreen, you decided an itty bitty peek at his back would be fine. I mean, it's just his back, right?

Your curiosity couldn't be helped when it trailed along the full sight of his tattoo; the way it contrasted on his tan-less skin, each dip it took over cut muscles, the cobalt colored rose imprinted on his neck.

It was stunning to say the least.

You praised the artist in the back of your mind despite who it was stuck on, then started rubbing sunscreen on yourself as well.

"Lookin' like a handsome, mayonnaise covered prize hog over here!" You grinned.

A smug smirk was already plastered on his face. He huffed a laugh and was about to reply snarkily, but stopped the moment it clicked in his head that you had referred to him as something other than the word 'handsome'.

He shot you a dark look.

Your smile widened evilly, and you let out a low cackle as you took your time retreating to the water.

He glared you down for a while, before rolling his eyes and scoffing to himself.

"Whatever that means..."

He eventually got his butt-hurt-booty over to the water, carrying his phone with him for some reason, alongside his signature shit eating smirk.

"I think you owe me a picture for such an attitude!" He announced, already having handed you his phone.

You were a little surprised at his trust in you; you quite literally could just drop his phone into the water and watch it sink. Nonetheless, you decided against the temptation out of the pureness of your heart. Guess he knew you wouldn't...

You sighed dramatically and angled the camera as he found his pose.

"What am I, your unpaid photographer?" I murmured in an enervated tone.

Apparently, his hearing is one of a wild animal's because he somehow caught that instantaneously.

"My unpaid photographer DATE! Now, make sure the lighting is right, lovie, I'm posting this on Insta."

Oh, he knew how to irritate you bad.

You would feel worse for not warning him about the incoming wave behind him, but... Would you? Really?..

Micheal's brows scrunched slightly in confusion. "...Are you getting some? It doesn't seem like you've gotten any pic-"

The wave crashed directly on him. No one warned him in advance.

Your heart broke, wishing the moment had been caught on video.

Ah.

However, you had already begun recording the rapidly approaching wave behind his unaware figure.

You won. It was all according to plan.

After he scrambled for air above water, he was sent into a raging coughing fit and questioning where that random wave even came from.

You saw the opportunity and made your award winning comment. "Wow, Michael! That was so sexy!! I really am more soaked because of you."

He gradually turned towards you without a word.

"Literally clenching nothing right now from your undeniable sexiness-"

He continued to stare with that unreadable look. Aw man, not this again...

But then he began to approach, still unnaturally silent, which was even more unnerving than if he replied verbally.

You backed away, he made his strides faster, both like characters straight out of a horror movie. You didn't know if you should scream yet or not.

And so, you jumped in the deep end to escape— Oh nevermind, he grabbed your ankles and dragged you back.

He effortlessly pulled you up to his level right in front of him and held you there. He stayed quiet for a bit longer, as if contemplating what to do with you before finally speaking up.

"I want your number."

Your expression shifted from one of fear, to bewilderment while the words echoed in your head, slowly settling in.

"...You're serious??"

"Yes. This is your punishment for letting me get slammed by a wave."

You opened your mouth to retaliate, but shut it quickly after. Not out of your will, but the fact he just pinched air as a closing mouth gesture.

"You need not speak, my beautiful plebian. We may do that over the phone when discussing our next date."

WHAT??

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Author's note: Heh. I guess this took a while to.... FRY up! *real knee slapper there* no but seriously, my procrastination levels skyrocket whenever I expected to do smth. Idk why.. Anyways, hope you like it! I'm not sure when the next part will be out but it's unreasonably hard to write in Kaiser's POV for some reason 😭 ig it's bcs I can't put my full humor into it 😞🖤

Hope y'all liked this tho! 🫶

[bluebiree]

Part 2 of my Kaiser fic WILL be out soon I swearrr It's like halfway done so I prolly need MAYBE 2+ days now 👌

[bluebiree]

The Star on the Cruise: Additional time!

⊱⋆ Kaiser x reader ⋆⊰

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Micheal had been tired of endless consistency within his days for a while. Training, interviews, games, reading, more training, training, training, TRAINING!

The idea began as a joke, a fantasy in his head that he'd occasionally acknowledge and chuckle at during random moments, like a daydream of saving your classmates from an intruder with one badass drop kick.

Then it became a 'joke' to research things to do in his area, which led to his feed picking up on his desire for a vacation, causing advertisements to be sent his way on every platform he has on his phone.

It was so tantalizing, it basically sparkled in the back of his spacious mind...

One night of wallowing in what if's set him off on a search.

An hour of scrolling later, he found a week-long cruise in his vicinity. Of course, ignoring the annoying ads that said... others in his vicinity.

"Ness, we're going on a cruise in two days. Start packing for the week." Micheal casually stated while munching on scrambled eggs.

Ness paused. He processed, re-processed.

Then he gawked, the fork he's holding freezing mid-plunge into his potatoes as if he received news his evil husband died at war, "...HUH??"

★

The fantasy of a vacation became reality for this fellow! He bought himself AND Ness tickets and was on the way to his room, while his lap dog lugged his baggage close behind.

But in a matter of seconds, his eyes latched onto a woman approaching, seeming to be finding her room as well.

He was curious, you could say. She was pretty, but not really in the way that stood out like a diamond in the rough. More like a single star in the sky that makes everything else around look more beautiful and ordinary at the same time. Like without that small detail, nothing would look right...

Like she makes a painting 'fit'.

He needed to talk to her. To find out what makes her, her. Without being a stalker.

He needed to start slow to make her just as interested in him as he was with her...

So, he bumps into her! 100% on purpose.

He did kind of regret going a little too rough after he saw the sight of her nearly stumble to the floor and grip the wall railing like a lifeline, but he kept it moving.

Tough love, he assured himself as he sped walked past her struggle like the average wealthy person, almost stepping on her hand in the process.

Ness glanced with a questioning look, but shrugged it off once he saw the woman get up fine, and followed in suit as he always did.

★

Micheal was not giving up yet.

He had no idea why he was so determined to meet this mysterious woman, but once he sets his sights on something, he's going after it. Because he always gets what he wants.

So, the moment he spotted her basking in the dimming rays of sunlight, he decided it'd be the perfect time to approach like the gentleman he is. Because who's better at striking up a conversation than him?

Nobody!

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Author's note: I think I'm gonna add little additional time episodes in between each part if it takes me too long to write. Ofc these are gonna be shorter bcs I don't wanna spend too much effort on non-episodes but these will be vital to the story!

Don't steal, translate, or repost any of my work! Tyyy <3

[bluebiree]

The star on a cruise: day 1/??

⊱⋆ Kaiser x reader ⋆⊰

(Silly post)

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Recently, you decided that a vacation is well deserved. You've worked plenty at your stressful job, so why not have some fun or a relaxing time for a change?

Yes, vacations are hefty prices given the times, but you've needed time off! Plus, it worked out in your favor anyway since you won a free ticket for a 7 day cruise.

After a few days of packing and saving up some extra money, the day of the trip FINALLY came and you arrived all in one piece.

Ignoring getting bumped *cough* shoved into by some arrogant blond on the way to your cabin, the settling in transition went rather smoothly. The feeling of relief washed over you as you melted on the nice hotel mattress, finally enabling you to take a breather.

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You've changed into your newly bought swimsuit by the time it got close to golden hour, so you thought it would be fun to check out the 5 star outdoor pool area.

While walking down the deck and watching the dimming scenery, you savored the pleasant breeze and watched the sun descend into the ocean. The sky was bursting with color all around, and it reminded you of something you saw out of a certain movie about a ship from 1997...

And since your thought process was like everyone else's, apparently, your eye caught some corny ass couple at the front of the ship doing "the thing" from that movie.

Damn those happy people. You narrowed your eyes at them. You now understood why your coworkers call you a grumpy old person despite not being close to the age.

But the mood got ruined further when someone bumped into you doing some forget-the-sight-of-a-couple-slurping-eachother's-faces frolicking! The best part is that it ended up being the same blond bitch from earlier.

"Hey, you should watch where you're going, y'know..." He remarked, his voice bold with German descent. He then added in the same condescending tone, "And quit staring at the sun, it's fucking up your vision, sweetheart."

Isn't this the guy who rammed into me when I got here?? Now he's doing this BS on purpose.. You thought.

Your expression scrunched in distaste at the way he talked. Just when you were about to respond, the man leaned on the railing as he got a better look at you. His cerulean blue eyes considerately roamed your face, then your figure with something like amusement glinting in his eyes.

"Could I buy you a drink? I-"

You didn't even want to hear out his royal looking ass at this point, so you cut him off.

"Nope!" You said with a little too much passion. In your head, that brain of yours was going to tell you to say something along the lines of "No thanks" as politely as you possibly could, but the instinctual man-repellent voice spoke before the thought even traveled halfway to your tongue.

There was a brief pause. The disturbance on the blond's face almost made you snicker, but you managed to fight back the smile desperately writhing to surface.

Don't laugh... Don't laugh... You chanted in your head. After all, you still wanted to explore the cruise ship without the worry of a vengeful stalker.

You cleared your throat. "I mean— no?.." You continued, examining his figure in response for his earlier scrutinizing. You took note of the long rose tattoo peeking through his flashy beach shirt that was almost tacky, but somehow it worked on him. "I'm not exactly here for this kind of fun right now." You vaguely gestured, trying not to seem unnecessarily rude even though you wanted to just ditch him and walk off.

"Oh, really now? Fair enough." The man's smirk returned. He combed his hair back with his fingers as he gathered his composure, like he was some sort of model posing for a photo. "I don't think you recognize me at the moment though, but I shall assist... I'm Michael Kaiser."

It sounded like he loved saying his own name. It didn't exactly ring any bells for you though, nor did the sound of it make you frothing at the mouth and soaking your swim panties as he acted like it did.

Micheal sensed your blank stare and decided to add, like it made any difference, "...The star football player?" He got more annoyed as you bit your lips into your mouth and glanced to the side like you were a character humorously looking at the camera in a sitcom.

You stood there, silently nodding with your fingers entwined in front of you. You now knew how your friends felt whenever you ranted about your special interests.

The man took a deep breath and played off the fact he pretty much embarrassed himself in front of the finest person on this ship... Oh, and you too.

He sat up straight and flicked his bangs out of his eyes, putting on another shade of 'ugly grin' he believed was sexy.

"So, you like the big blazing ball in the sky, right? The thing that provides light, gives life to plants..." He went on despite your neutral expression. "Football, to me, is like that. It isn't just fun, it's my life; my very being..."

He halted for a second.

"But how about you, hm? What is the 'thing' that gives you life on this grand hunk of rock?" He finally asked.

You were a little caught off guard by the philosophical wanna-be switch. You supposed he thought that if he showed a bit of himself, you'd lower your walls, even just a little bit. Anyway, you thought it wouldn't hurt to go along with it for some time because.

You summarized some hobbies you currently, or want to, pursue— not too detailed so you give off a mysterious, lowkey fuck-off-ish vibe, and enough to seem kind of polite.

Michael noded, shockingly looking interested in what you have to say.

"Well... I have a feeling we'll find valuable conversation with each other, Schatz. Why don't we talk more over dinner?" He inquired. This time, his tone of voice took on a slightly softer note, a quiet effort to try and convince you to stick around. His words felt genuine, if only a smidge more.

Your eyes had somehow traveled to his blond-to-blue ombre hair gently swaying in the salty winds— the way the sky colors gradually drained in the backdrop after the sun made it's final plunge into the sea. Each shade peeled away and revealed a deep blue beneath, stars began to peek through the incoming darkness, and you couldn't help but notice the man in front of you. Micheal, is actually...

No, you wanted to be stubborn— HAD to be. His ego was already far too big for you to be possibly folding THAT soon.

His question did leave you thinking though... Would hanging out with him not be as bad as you thought? His arrogant persona set you off a little, but he might be alright if you got to know him better. Then again, he's probably only looking for a fling during this week-long cruise.

Butttt there's a chance you'd get free food if you play your cards right...

You immediately silenced those food thoughts, ignoring yet again that you're slowly getting hungry enough to eat even him.

"Mmm... Sure. I guess one meal can't hurt." You answered.

His usual smirk cut across his cheeks, showing the charming smile lines that pulled people in towards him without much effort on his part. It almost made you regret giving him the green light, but at the same time, you were kind of curious to see where this path takes you.

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Author's note: Can you tell I kinda LOATHE Kaiser? 😁 But fr tho, this is my first fic like.. ever LMAO. I might experiment with different writing styles as I go on, but lmk if y'all want a part 2! Drop suggestions or advice if you have any cuz I'm open :3

— Also if this prompt sounds familiar at all, first of all, I'm sorry you even know about that. Second, yes, this is MY work unfortunately 💔 I also don't use that acc on that app anymore cuz I recently learned it's bad so... Yay I've grown tf up! 😀

Don't steal, translate, or repost my work. I worked really hard on this </3

[bluebiree]

Should I post the Kaiser fic I've had in my drafts for a month 🧍‍♀️

(lowkey might post anyway but lmk)

And yes this is my intro post bcs idk what to say LMAOOO