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[dianaladaa]

«For her»

Isagi Yoichi x Fem!reader

summary: An hour before the decisive match against Japan U-20, Yoichi Isagi gets more than just support from his team – he meets his childhood friend, the one whose presence can turn fear into strength. Amid the roar of the stands, the spotlight, and the pressure of millions of eyes, Yoichi takes the field not just as a Blue Lock player, but as a man who plays for love.

warning: fluff, emotional support, possible Blue Lock spoilers, childhood friends — lovers.

author’s note: I love him sm. Sorry for the mistakes English is not my native language.

The match against the Japan U-20 team was scheduled to begin in an hour, but the atmosphere in the lobby was both tense and tense. The Blue Lock players were allowed to meet their families, a move that Ego hadn't approved of, but had been persuaded. Yoichi stood next to his parents, Yoh and Issei Isagi.

"Yoichi, I'm so proud of you!" his mother said. "Playing on this court is already a success!"

"Yeah, that happens," he smiled back, but his eyes were constantly looking for someone.

"What's wrong?" Issei asked, following his son's gaze.

"Oh, nothing... it's just..." Yoichi hesitated.

He was clearly looking for someone, but he was looking in the wrong direction. And he was looking more and more upset with each passing minute. And then - "boo!"

Yoichi winced and turned around abruptly. There she was.

Long dark hair fell gracefully over her shoulders and back, on her head were black glasses, a leather jacket over a white blouse.

"Damn, she's beautiful..." flashed through his mind. He stared at her, unable to move.

"Ichi, aren't you happy to see me?" she smirked. A stupid nickname she gave him.

Yoichi blinked, as if waking up from a trance, and quickly took a step forward.

"Wait, what are you doing here?" there was surprise in his voice, and then something soft, almost gentle. He wanted to see her, but he didn't expect to see her.

"What, I can't come?" she raised an eyebrow, smiling. "I'm actually your childhood friend. And yes, in case you forgot, I promised to be there for the big moment.

Yoichi looked away for a second, feeling a warmth in his chest. He didn't know how to explain what he was feeling. Joy, excitement, slight fear - all mixed up.

"I just... didn't think you'd come," he squeezed out. "It's such a regime here, the Ego is always on the limit..."

"Your Ego won't stop me," she laughed. "Besides, your parents warned me in advance."

Yoichi looked at his parents, and his mother winked at him, and his father nodded slightly, hiding a smile.

"Traitors," he whispered and shook his head, but a smile spread across his face that he couldn't hide.

"Are you ready?" she asked, lowering her tone slightly. "This isn't just a match. This is a chance to show who you are."

Yoichi took a deep breath. She always spoke directly, always knew how to support. He looked at her - faith was visible in her eyes. Not just him as a player. Him as a person.

“I’m always ready with you,” he replied, and suddenly he couldn’t believe he’d said it out loud.

Her cheeks turned slightly pink, and she turned away so he wouldn’t notice.

“Go, the best in the world,” she said, trying not to show her emotions. “I’ll be in the stands. Screaming louder than anyone. I promise.”

Yoichi nodded. He looked at her again, as if he was memorizing this moment. And, turning around, he walked toward the locker room. But now, with a straight back, with determination in every step.

Because now he knew for sure: he wasn’t playing just to win. He was playing for her.

The stands filled with noise, as if a storm was about to break over the field. With each passing second, the tension in the air thickened, as if before a thunderstorm. In the center of the arena was a stage for those who were going to rewrite the football history of Japan.

Yoichi stood in the hallway before entering the field. Behind him was the team, in front of him were the lights, the shouts, the anticipation. He felt his heart beating faster and faster, but his head was clear. The line of focus shifted. There, in the stands, was she. And as long as her eyes were watching him, he had no right to lose.

"Yoichi," Bachira appeared next to him, with his usual wide smile. "You seem different today. Calm... but as if there was a fire inside you."

"Yeah," Isagi answered shortly, unable to explain what kind of fire it was inside. It's not just motivation. It's a goal.

"It seems that love works better than training," Bachira winked and laughed.

Yoichi didn't answer, but a shadow of a smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

"The Japan U-20 team..." Rin Itoshi spoke, coming a little closer. — Today we will show that we are better than those who came before us.

— We will become the future, — Aoi added.

And so they come out. One after another, under the bright spotlight. The crowd explodes with delighted cries. The commentators shout into microphones, the cameras follow every step. This is their moment.

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She sat next to Yoichi's parents. Her eyes were fixed on the field, on every move of number eight. Her heart was pounding, as if she were having a match herself.

— He is focused, — Isagi's mother whispered.

— Yeah. And very stubborn, — she chuckled. — But when he believes in himself, it is a terrible force.

The mother nodded.

— You know, I always hoped that there would be someone next to him who would understand this.

— I will try, — she answered, looking towards the field. — I promise.

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"The match is about to begin!" the announcer's voice rang out. "Blue Lock versus Japan U-20! The fate of Japanese football is being decided right now!"

Whistle.

First pass.

Yoichi Isagi rushes forward.

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«Warmth in the palms»

father!Michael and daughter!Florence

summary: Once Michael held a sword in his hands, now he holds a snowball and a small palm. A simple walk with his daughter becomes the warmest memory of his new life.

warning: fluff, father and daughter, cute, i like it sm.

author’s nite: Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. And also, sorry that I haven't published anything! I had my last tests, but from this week I can write freely, implement my and your ideas. Write your ideas to me. At the very bottom you can find the songs to which I wrote this.

If someone had told Michael that ten earth years in a cage would end and in nine years he would be walking with his seven-year-old daughter, he would not have believed it. But the archangel who had lived through it all would have believed it. Jack had brought his brothers back, Adam had become close to Dean and Sam, Lucifer had gotten a second chance, but Jack had not given his grandfather a second chance.

And yet, on the way to the supermarket, in the winter weather, when there was a whole bunch of snow, it was pleasant to walk. Florence slipped in places, and sometimes fell, but just as quickly got up to go on. Watching his daughter, he wondered what the future held for her. Would she take on his burden as a warrior? Would she take his place - like Jack took his grandfather's place?

He was worried about her. He was surprised that she was born a Nephilim and not an ordinary person. And yet Jack had given her childhood by not letting her grow up right away, so that she could enjoy what he himself had never had.

Michael walked forward, not even noticing that Florence had fallen behind a little, until a snowball flew at his back. He turned around at her ringing laughter.

"Take that!" she exclaimed joyfully, already swinging a second snowball. But she missed - her father dodged with a deliberately theatrical slant.

"Oh, you're attacking an archangel? Boldly," Michael grinned. "I'll have to defend myself."

He squeezed the snow in his palm - and it immediately became as dense as ice. One precise throw - and the snowball hit her stomach. Florence snorted and giggled in surprise.

"Hey! So unfair!" She grabbed another snowball and rushed to attack. — I thought you'd be boring! But you know how to have fun!

— I'm… learning, — he admitted, letting her hit him in the side. — With you, it's different. I didn't know it was possible.

— Were you sad when I was born? — she asked suddenly, looking up at him seriously.

He dropped to one knee and looked into her eyes.

— No. I was broken. But then you laughed — for the first time. And I realized that not all was lost. Even for me.

Florence hugged him around the neck, burying her nose in the collar of his jacket.

— Then let's never get lost, okay?

— I promise, — Michael whispered. — Not in this or any other universe.

He picked her up in his arms. She laughed, letting go of the last of the snow. Her short blond hair peeked out from under the hat with earflaps that always made him laugh.

If he could only keep one memory, he would choose this trip to the store. This winter. This laughter. This small hand in his.

How good that little Flo insisted on walking.

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my character #1

fandom- Supernatural

name - Florence Blake

age - 16 y.o

hair color - brown

eyes color - green

status alive/hephilim

fav. color - blue

loves - music, sea, her father’s, cats, dogs, reading

hate - her grandfather

father - Michael — archangel/alive

mother - Florence Blake — human/died

«I never knew my mother. She died. Died giving me life.»

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My first fic🫂

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Hi!

My name is Diana, I'm 16 years old. I'll be writing the story, headcanons, etc.

I will write on request and if I have my own ideas.

I'm in the fandoms:

—Supernatural

—Narnia

—Teen wolf

—Marvel

—Romance club

—The maze runner

—Haikyuu

—My hero academia

—Percy Jackson (movie, series, books)

—The hunger games

English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in words (I will translate through a translator)