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rock au

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been thinking a lot about rin lately

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better not to look behind

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ISAGI LOOKS ADORABLE. Nagireo is canon. Yukimiya and Rin are divas and everyone is serving. Idk who drew this or if it’s official art or not but this is a masterpiece(also yaoi bait)

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BUILT LIKE THEIR FATHER (UNFORTUNATELY) ft. Isagi Yoichi, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser

Summary: Like father, like son... except the Blue Lock babies didn't just inherit their dad's faces, but also their egos.

Includes: blue lock x gn!reader, the children are sons because I did daughters for "Baby Trouble"

a/n: for @sapphireluv's req

ISAGI YOICHI

From the moment he learned to walk, he was running strategies. Tag wasn't a game, it was formation practice. He grouped kids by speed, body type, and general tag awareness. Someone tried to change the rules once. That kid never played again.

He gets excited when someone says "spatial awareness." Doesn't understand why his mother sighs and whispers, "It begins. The saga." She called his grandma crying when he beat a bunch of 8-year-olds in tag and yelled "ego wins!" Made his babysitter cry by shouting "EGO. WINS." after beating her in Connect Four.

He didn’t talk much, but when he did, it was things like "Actually, you're standing in my blind spot."

His father cheered him on from the sidelines like it was the World Cup. Everyone else prayed this child never found a whistle. Isagi's proud, but the rest of the world lives in fear.

ITOSHI RIN

At four years old, Rin’s son already had a deep-rooted dislike for loud people, group activities, and 83% of his classmates. He said very little, stared too much, and didn’t believe in sharing—which, to him, was just communism with crayons.

When the teacher told him to "play nicely," he blinked once and responded, "They’re not on my level." He told the music teacher her music taste was "lukewarm." She cried a little.

He had his father’s eyes. And his attitude. And apparently, his solo training arc. Rin showed him how to tie his shoes and said "don't rely on others." He was three. You're concerned for his future.

The other kids avoided him at recess. He preferred it that way. Rin silently acknowledges him. He side-eyes his father and calls his acknowledgement, "Half-baked." Rin buys him a mini trophy.

"He's just like me," he says while holding you.

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of," you respond back.

ITOSHI SAE

Sae's son wore quiet like a tailored suit. Polite, poised, and deeply unimpressed by most things. At the age of five, he already said things like,

"That doesn't align with my vision."

Or worse,

"Hm. Interesting choice."

You'd think someone so small wouldn't carry so much superiority complex. You'd be wrong. Corrects adults on pronunciation. Doesn't say, "I want," says "I expect." Refuses to run during P.E. because "my legs are for more important things."

He folded his napkin with suspicious precision. Gave teachers unsolicited feedback on class structure. Once called the monkey bars "a liability risk."

Sae says he's just mature. You beg to differ. Your son is not mature. He's a CEO in a 5-year-old's light-up sneakers.

MICHAEL KAISER

Everyone said it. The hair, the face, the ego. A mini Kaiser, reincarnated with glitter glue and expensive shoes.

Kaiser's son walked into daycare like it was his red carpet debut. He called finger painting "abstract branding" and declared himself the line leader on day one—unprovoked, unassigned, and unstoppable. No one voted for him. Didn’t matter. He voted for himself. Twice. Mentally.

He refused to wear name tags, claimed people should just know his name. Got time-out for calling a kid "irrelevant" during circle time. He regrets nothing. Won a paint contest and gave a speech no one asked for. When someone said, "Wow, you look just like your dad," he smirked and flicked his hair, "I'm cooler."

Refuses to nap because "royalty does not sleep at peasant hours." Expects applause whenever he walks into your grandparents' house. Started a glitter war in art class. You still have no idea why.

You call him a menace. Kaiser says his son's "just like him fr." You hit him with fly swatter.

© 2025 bonzirella . . . . . . . . interested? read more here!!

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he’s so real

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"Have you ever played soccer with your life on the line? 👅👅" -Itoshi Rin

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micheal kaiser in the zombie apocalypse au is forced to watch you die for the fatal mistake he made when he gave you a pistol that accidentally killed bachira a few months back.

The boy had taken you by surprise, the shock of being sneaked up on had your finger reflexively pulling the trigger.

you had tried to stop the bleeding. you really did. the sound of him choking and gurgling on his own blood never left your head. You could only watch the pure fear and panic in his eyes as he held his neck, thick crimson spurting out with each beat of his heart. no matter how much gauze you held to his throat, the warm red liquid only soaked through, sticky on your hands.

you could only sob broken apologies as his eyes bore into yours, losing life every second, until he stilled in your arms, forever.

it was a tragic accident, but a certain person didn't see it that way.

they orchestrated this whole thing, from the infected chasing you till kaiser had made it through the metal door, only for it to slam in your face.

it was then you seemed to notice the square glass cage you were in, thick, seamless, air–tight. the only light seemed to be the harsh, clinical white that washed up a hospital room.

kaisers wide–eyes met yours, hands fisted as yours flattened uselessly against the glass. your voice was muffled as you desperately begged him to help, terror and hysterics taking over any rational thought.

the door barely holding the dead back is finally broken off its hinges, the stench of rot, sour and cloying filling the room like a wave.

they surrounded you, slow, no lunge, no frenzy, patient that they would inevitably get their food. Your nails could only scrape painfully at the metal door, hearing kaiser on the other side failed attempt to use his body to throw down the door. the first bite was sharp and fast, canines crunching to the very bone in your shoulder.

all you felt was white hot pain, and you could only wail in pure agony, losing your footing. the others fell, falling down and descending on you like vultures. your skin was peeled away in long stripes, rotting teeth disemboweling you ever so lethargically, blood splatters coating the once pristine glass. Minutes felt like hours, the sound of the blonde yelling until his voice simply couldn’t take it anymore.

your screams of suffering dwindled into gurgling gasps, your fingers eventually stopped clawing for freedom, head lolled forward, half-severed.

kaiser couldn't look away, even when you had stopped breathing.

the overwhelming emotions and nausea forced his stomach to hollow out whatever was left in there, violently vomiting until his throat burned with acid and his abdomen was in knots. but only then did he notice a familiar face on the other side, pupils merciless and cold.

and only when their eyes met, did isagi step back into the shadows.

Quandaledlngle69 © 2025

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bllk zombie apocalypse au but it happens during an international match.

whoever was infected didn't seem to notice before it was too late–the first attack only spreading like blood in water. By halftime, there's a mass outbreak of panic, dozens have already been infected. The cameramen are being pounced on, the horrors being live broadcasted for the whole world to witness.

the ball is long forgotten as all the players gather in the middle of the pitch like compacted sardines. both kaiser and ness attempt to locate you in the crowd, and when they do, kaiser sprints towards you, barely managing to pull you over the railing before getting ambushed by a handful of infected.

the three of you hightail it for the football tunnel, falling into one of the empty locker rooms. kaiser fumbles to put a pole through the door handles, securing it scarcely. as soon as his hands slipped away, dozens of other hands slam on the other side, palms, knuckles and even shoulders. raw grunts, ragged gasps and painful cries bled through the cracks. bolts rattled in its hinges, as if they would snap at any moment.

the chaotic rhythm of thudding was interrupted by a desperate voice echoing in the back of locker room. it's one of the players from the same team, yukimiya kenyu, if you remember correctly. his usually neatly groomed hair is wilder, messier. his round spectacles are missing, causing his eyes to squint on instinct. he's huddled in the corner, far from his confident persona on the field.

ness is able to see through yukimiya's facade before you tread closer to aid him. he's holding his shoulder a little too tightly, his smile too tight and his body shivers violently even though its warm in the room. he talks as if nothing's wrong, yet the bite on his shoulder–that was only visible for a split second from flexed fingers–hasn't gone unnoticed by the brunette next to you.

"he's been bit," ness merely whispers, but it's enough to have both yours and kaiser's head snap towards him, before all of you look back in sync at yukimiya's crumpled form. the colour drains from his face, at ness's words as if he was subconsciously aware his fate was being decided right then and there.

well, you can't have a infected running around in the same room, can you?

Quandaledlngle69 © 2025

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guardian!angel AU with the itoshi brothers but it goes horribly wrong...because when sae ends up falling in love with you, it costs your life in the most excruciating way. whereas when rin falls in love with you, he foolishly attempts to defy the gods and his purity ends up paying the price, wings forever tainted black and forever banished from the heavens.

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ughhhh imagine if its a zombie apocalypse au but with younger!kaiser but instead of you getting infected its him that gets bitten and you only realise it when you're getting checked at the barriers before the safe zone. you can pass, leave the horror and desecration and live a somewhat normal life–but you would have to leave him behind.

you don't have the heart to abandon him, so you stay behind with him as he turns. crouched in a dark, filthy, desolate alley, holding him tightly even as his frothy mouth bites into your neck.

you don't regret a single second of it.

you knew all along destiny wasn't on your side anyways, your just glad he wasn't turning alone and scared.

Quandaledlngle69 © 2025

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rin i guess idk i think my next drawing will be shidou but femlock cuz i rlly like drawing female shidou

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himsagi goatichi

with the dumb hat + ref

dont shoot me i know I dont know how to shade clothing that well and I dont really wanna go through the effort to learn. so js accept that it looks buns

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Nii-chan is the number one nicest in the world

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— just like stardust. karasu tabito x reader. suggestive/nsfw. body worship. karasu has more than one mole. lots of teasing. flustered but still charming karasu. kansai dialect. wc: 710.

you know too well that karasu gets flustered every time you place your lips on the mole that’s under his eye, gaze averted with warmed cheeks and a pout that he fights to keep on his face. it’s why you do it so often; you didn’t think he could get any cuter.

so imagine your surprise when he takes his shirt off for the first time in front of you and he has even more— light specklings of darkened skin spots placed at random over his back, his torso, and who knows where else. you needed to know, and really… it took you little time to find out just where all of karasu’s beauty marks lie once you got into bed with him.

“darlin’, fuck, yer drivin’ me crazy ya know that?” he huffs out a frustrated sigh, kiss swollen lips suffering the wrath of his teeth as he bites down on the soft flesh to muffle his noises.

it’s practiced now, the way you tell him you’ll take care of him, but each and every time you get more of his clothing off of his delightfully toned body, your lips find those pretty beauty marks. you think it’s the closest thing to stardust they can find.

it starts with the one on the cap of his shoulder, bolder than the rest and begging for attention. there’s another than sits under his collarbone, sending you on the perfect detour to the one next to his right nipple. to say you often find your tongue joining in on the fun to tease him is an understatement. and karasu will swear up and down he doesn’t squirm the moment your warm mouth finds the pebbled skin.

there’s one that lives over his hardened abs, and two that sit like a pair of friends on his hip. you joke that they remind you of him and otoya— physically inseparable. maybe you kiss one of them twice, perhaps to entice him to ask if it’s the karasu mole or the otoya one. when you answer with a typical cheeky giggle, he throws his head back against the pillow in defeat.

you take the opportunity to then drag your lips over his v-line, appreciating his anatomy so intimately that it makes karasu give you a rough sigh, overwhelmed and flustered beyond belief. he’s not used to this kind of attention, and you know that, which is why you think it’s all the more important that you give it to him.

your next target lies high up on his thigh, decorating his quad muscle with a hint of biological artistry. karasu hums this time as you lay a kiss to the mark, a small gentle reprieve before the next stop on your journey.

on the inner part of his left thigh sits a mole so delicately hidden that it deserves the most attention, in your opinion. you kiss it once, twice, thrice— stealing a last second peek at the way it makes his cock twitch against his stomach and the faintest little whine of anticipation fall from his lips.

“fuck,” he curses again as he throws his arm over his eyes in embarrassment. you know he’s flushed and antsy, thinking he doesn’t deserve all of this affection despite how content and… efficient you are at doing it. “yer teasin’ is gettin’ outta hand, baby.”

“and who do you think i learned it from?” you ask with a soft and playful lilt, to which karasu only chuffs in amusement because he knows it’s a damn fair point.

you crawl back up his body, resting some of your weight on his chest and moving some of his dark hair away from his eyes, like feathers on a raven’s wing. “plus, i just really love kissing you.”

“sheesh, ya gonna get all sappy on me now?”karasu lightly chides with a smirk, brushing his nose with yours before catching your mouth in hot demanding kiss that nearly takes your breath away. you’ve teased him enough, you suppose.

he pulls away after a long minute, even if just barely, to speak against your lips.

“i really like kissin’ ya too, darlin’.”

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