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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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all you can do is watching despair, in vain as the virus slowly eats away at his brain. your dirty shirt is used to wipe away the blood starting to leak from his nose, your thumbs on his temple, trying to massage away the headache forming. you hold him tighter the more he becomes tense, the small whimpers of pain now wails of agony.

you couldn't bring yourself to hush him, even with the danger of other infected being attracted to the sound.

you wiped away the drool rolling down his chin, your eyes beginning to go glossy as his salvia became frothy, almost like a poor dog that contracted rabies.

he chokes that he's scared, and you could only bite your lip to crimson, the tears finally spilling down your cheeks. you rock him back and forth like a baby, patting his back soothingly as if you were dealing with a fussy newborn.

you could only give him a measly promise that the pain will end soon, that you won't leave him, ever.

you can't let go. even as his innocent blues cloud over with a milky white. even when his words become incoherent, only gasps and grunts. even when his lips found your neck, even when his jaw unhinged wider than should be humanly possible, even when he bites down with all his strength; feeling your throat go extra warm, clogged with liquid red that shouldn't be there.

you wish that destiny treats you both kinder in the next life, your last and only thought as your jugular is animalistically ripped out.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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⸻ ミヒャエル・カイザ MICHEAL KAISER.

TW; Bulling, crying, stereotypes, themes of struggling, during the time of this AU. may be read as a stand alone. angst, hurt with a bit of comfort at the end.

feel like nothing fazes young kaiser, with everything he's gone through he's quite a numb and dissociative child–but something that truly makes him upset is when he's aware strangers know he's not your son.

he's already irritated when the fragile old woman in the store assumed you were his babysitter. you attempted to politely correct her, but she didn't seem to grasp the memo. his mood soured deeper when the shop keeper scolded him for bothering you, suspecting he was begging for money. your correction again was short, rather curt this time.

he didn't like the weird stares he would get when he went out with you, or when the older sleazy boys in the apartment complex taunted him; sneering that you weren't his mother, just another stray dog that happened to find someone sympathetic enough to take a piece of shit like him in.

and then when the day’s all over, he crawls into your lap in silence, his face half buried in your chest. your hands brush through his blonde locks as you softly ask him if he's okay, and only then does he notice his own salty tears and quivering lips.

you whisper that you love and adore him all the same, even if he didn't come from your womb. you whisper the words as if you knew every broken thought he had. you gingerly tuck a few hairs behind his ear.

it hurts.

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⸻ ミヒャエル・カイザ MICHEAL KAISER.

TW; implied terminally ill reader, angst no comfort, gn!reader. a little spin based off this AU. younger kaiser.

kaiser knows you're sick.

you're not aware when he's observing the napkin that clearly sports crimson when you cough into it.

he only silently watches the bin you threw it into.

he pretends to ignore the ugly crackling and spluttering of your lungs as his ear lays on your chest. your form still and slow with sleep, each intake of breath sounding painful rather then bringing you life.

he holds you tighter.

he doesn't like it when you lie to him. he pretends it's a bad dream when your condition only gets worse.

he can't pretend anymore when he sees you so frail in that hospital bed. he can't pretend it doesn't hurt when that nurse first attempted to shoo him away, assuming he was a random kid trying to annoy patients. just because he didn't look like you. he can't pretend not to cry, when he finally crawls into your lap and under the blanket. you're weak, yet you still find the energy to hold him tightly, even through the his shudders and quiet sobs. 

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yall i am so sorry for not posting for like a week 😭 i had like no motivation but hopefully ill post something on the weekend bc ya girls gonna have some fun tonight its 25 degrees 😋

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I really want to hate Kaiser like everybody else, BUT I just can't😞 even though he's an asshole and deserves it I STILL LOVE HIM

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─ ‎𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 ̟happy pride month dolls!!

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you first meet itoshi sae when you're getting a glass of water from the kitchen.

you tend not to tread downstairs without rin, as your mind loves to spiral a few dreaded thoughts about imposing your presence in his parents house. but it's currently showing 02:13AM on the microwave, and it would be selfish to wake him up just to get a glass of water.

you attempt to blink away the bleariness from your eyes, the soothing sound of the water sloshing as it slowly fills the glass cup doing nothing good for your sleepy mind. so sleepy in fact, you don't hear the front door open and close, nor are you alert for the light footsteps approaching.

it's only when the blinding fluorescent lights above turn on, you whirl around. a frightened sound leaves your throat, one between a gasp and a choked scream, the glass slipping from your grip as you flinch.

it shatters deafeningly on the ceramic tile floor, stiffening your form. but nothing makes your form freeze up more than instead of making eye contact with familiar, sharp, sea-glass blues; their owner seems to hold them much more coldly, unapologetically scrutinising you. there was no dark hair hiding them either, only dull, dusty pink bangs pushed away and up from his forehead.

he stares at you as if you're a stranger, and you naturally do the same.

it makes your throat close up when he speaks.

"who are you?" its accusatory, and with a tone of impatience.

you don't get to answer him when there's a rushed sound of someone coming down the stairs.

rin comes from behind the corner, stray hairs still sticking up on different directions. you assume he had heard the glass shattering. he's still tired, but clearly on edge as he takes in the sharp pieces of glass on the floor, all the way up to your confused and startled form. "what–" he begins, voice thick with sleep, but the on–coming question's already answered when he meets his older brother's form on the far end of the room.

it takes you only a split second of looking back and forth at the both of them to understand that this stranger was in fact, rin's older brother, sae. the tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife, and you take notice of the way rin's hands clench into fists, eyes squinting as if willing to make the stranger disappear.

"rinnie," you whisper, voice wobbly in trying to get his attention. but it manages to break both him and sae from whatever silent stand off they were having.

your boyfriend doesn't wait a second before coming over to you, swiping the broken glass with the side of his slippered foot, making a path for you to walk through.

"you weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow." rin says suddenly, his voice filled with a deep distain, a distain he didn't even hold for his most disliked teammates. he doesn't even look at sae when addressing him, more focused on checking to make sure you didn't cut the soles of your feet.

"i got an earlier flight." the pink–haired man replies in a bored manner, seemingly not bothered with rin's distasteful tone, more interested in observing his brother's affectionate acts towards you.

rin knows he's fucked. he's sure sae's already put two and two together when he noticed how his eyes softened when he saw you. this only confirmed you were the supposedly 'secret girlfriend' the media had been ravaging on about, rin knew his older brother already had his suspicions ever since he found that woman's handbag–belonging to you–underneath rin's bed.

"go back upstairs," rin says to you quietly, telling you he'll clean it as he rubs your back comfortingly before you slowly go back up the stairs. you give sae one last curious look before disappearing into the upstairs darkness, the sound of rin's door being closed.

sae doesn't have to say anything to know what he wants to know. he knows rin will crack.

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i think we all should bother kaiser collectively until he realizes he has family and gets soggy and cries in front of us all

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i can literally only imagine this concept with rin

necromancer princess who keeps the same knight around hundreds of years

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every time i see a new cannibal fic i actually teleport to shake my ass on a yacht

cw: gore, cannibalism, predator/prey implied

you accidentally find cannibal!rin gorging one night on a body that’s half-withered away, the overwhelming stench of blood and rot making you wince when you pass by the lone corner.

there’s a beat of rest in your tracks, the kind that makes you retract a bit to see if what you saw and heard was correct—that blur of red underneath a flickering light and the gnarly sounds of teeth ripping apart something accompanied by a growl.

it’s for the briefest of moments—faster than the blink of an eye maybe—but you see and process it all in the same breath.

a black-haired man hunched over an open-gutted body, beastly clawing and snatching at each raw organ to sink his teeth into and swallow.

his back is facing to you, so you can’t see his face, but it’s the way he claws at the innards of the body and roughly shoves them into the maw of hunger and desperation that makes you realize he’s gone rogue.

and that you cannot let yourself be his second helping.

you hold in your gasp when you see the man shove his hand into the body’s intestines, a horrendous squelching sound reverberating that makes you want to hurl and vomit. he grunts, then rips his bloodied arm out with his fist securing something—a kidney—before his jaw opens up again.

foolishly however, you carelessly step back, your foot scraping against the sidewalk whose scratching noise makes the man pause.

you still when he does.

then he snaps his head back.

he reveals a handsome, yet blood-flecked face. his eyes—wide and feral, the vessels within them thick and pulsing.

his snarling mouth smeared with crimson and tongue hanging out painted with a film of the same shade. he opens it to say something when he spots you, but you’re already turning on your heel before he can tell you one singular message.

“run.”

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─ ' I love you like a rotten dog. '

⸻ 糸師凛 ITOSHI RIN.

⋆˙⟡ synopsis; you realise as rin's babysitter you should have raised your concerns with his disturbing behaviour earlier, maybe then his parents would still be alive.

⋆˙⟡ tw; heavy dead dove do not eat, detailed gore, murder, blood, body horror, obsession, disturbing behaviour, implied bulling, reader ignoring all of younger rins red flag, reader is implied fem, brief mention of sae twice. || ⋆˙⟡ w.c; 0.9K.

"rinnie, i thought i told you not to watch this...stuff."

you had slowed your tracks in front of the tv, the remote you had grabbed seconds prior limp in your hand. you had taken in what was on the screen for a moment, the brutal, natural act of a cheetah lethally biting into a writhing deer's neck. you shook your head and snapped out of it, the gruesome act reminded you that a five year old shouldn't be watching with such interest.

you should've known something was wrong with him.

you should've known when he would purposely break his toys, not really caring about the light scolding you gave him, softly beckoning him to take better care of his toys.

as his babysitter, you should've told his parents the disturbing red flags you ignored.

"am i weird?" he had asked you blankly once with big, round eyes. he had been dozing off on your lap a few minutes ago, drooling on your shirt, the movie on the big screen long forgotten. he remembered you sitting up straighter on the couch, a frown taking over your features as he continued. "my classmates...they call me a freak."

"you're not a freak, or weird." you had established right off the bat, gently did you take his small, chubby face in your hands. "people say that when they don't understand something. they just–" you had paused, and he had pondered if you had a moment of wondering, like what he was doing at school to have the kids call him that. “–they just don't understand you. and that's okay."

he hummed, before occupying himself with your hair.

the one true memory that stuck with him was when he was deeply engrossed in a cartoon, the villain just being defeated by the hero, exploding to death. "i want to fight someone amazing...destroy them...and then die." the pace of your folding laundry paused as if on hold, the kind of a momentary pause that allowed you to fully digest his words. you had blinked, staring at the back of his head. He didn’t know whether you were more queasy at his words, or the pure infatuation on his face.

you saw his big brother's seemingly shocked face at rin's words too, and you were quick to discard dealing with the laundry, scooping him up on the fat of your hip, hesitantly announcing it was bedtime. even though he knew it wasn't for the next two hours.

you'd always tried to understand him, didn't you?

their very faces were fear set in stone, eyes rolled to the back of their skulls, blood pouring out from every hole possible. there was blood, so much fucking blood the metallic smell made nausea ache violently in your stomach. you could name every one of mrs. itoshi's organs, all spilled on the couch like smoothie pulps. the deep stab wound on her neck was still pulsing with a heart beat, gushing out a few pathetic lumps of crimson that had nowhere else to go.

next to her, was mr. itoshi. his body was upright, but you couldn't claim the same for his head. you could tell, his neck had been ruthlessly stabbed so many times that there was no tendon to hang onto, no flesh left for the head to stay connected to the neck. the only thing that left them both attached was a flimsy spinal cord, already jutted out and curved so low his cheek was brushing against his chest.

your brain couldn't physically comprehend the scene, so you just scream, as if you're experiencing a cluster headache episode.

rin hadn't flinched. he hadn't dropped the kitchen knife, either.

the look in his eye was nothing short of animalistic. his eyes are wide and feral, piercing through you as if you're less of a human. He’s covered in fluids that should only remain inside a body unseen, your vision getting so hazy his face blurs. you can’t breathe, like all the remaining oxygen was sucked out of the room. predicting on instinct you're gonna bolt, he takes one long stride closer to you, that action being all it takes for you to freeze like a prey animal.

you were the closest one who understood him. even if you turned a blind eye, you never looked at him differently because of the way he is was. he misses your nickname for him on your tongue.

the small, sane voice in the back of his head wanted to apologise for you witnessing this; for expecting a catch–up dinner, still coming around even after you stopped babysitting them so many years ago. he wants to tell you how much you consume his thoughts to the point he can't function properly without you. that he loves you, that once being platonic, morphing romantically when he grew into a young man. don't leave him. he still loves you. he knows what he did was bad, but don't you know about the pressure they were putting on him? they didn't unconditionally love him like you did.

he can't hold back, so he tells you all of it. every dark thought until the weight leaves his chest and the stillness of silence in the room could be its own sound.

He’s aware sae’s still on the phone, the one that had limply dropped from your hand when you first walked in, still upright on the polished wooden floor.

he can hear sae speeding faster, his distressed yelling at you to get out, quietly muffled by it being on non–speaker.

he just hopes sae doesn't get here before he can take you to himself.

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─ ' I love you like a rotten dog. '

⸻ 糸師凛 ITOSHI RIN.

⋆˙⟡ synopsis; you realise as rin's babysitter you should have raised your concerns with his disturbing behaviour earlier, maybe then his parents would still be alive.

⋆˙⟡ tw; heavy dead dove do not eat, detailed gore, murder, blood, body horror, obsession, disturbing behaviour, implied bulling, reader ignoring all of younger rins red flag, reader is implied fem, brief mention of sae twice. || ⋆˙⟡ w.c; 0.9K.

"rinnie, i thought i told you not to watch this...stuff."

you had slowed your tracks in front of the tv, the remote you had grabbed seconds prior limp in your hand. you had taken in what was on the screen for a moment, the brutal, natural act of a cheetah lethally biting into a writhing deer's neck. you shook your head and snapped out of it, the gruesome act reminded you that a five year old shouldn't be watching with such interest.

you should've known something was wrong with him.

you should've known when he would purposely break his toys, not really caring about the light scolding you gave him, softly beckoning him to take better care of his toys.

as his babysitter, you should've told his parents the disturbing red flags you ignored.

"am i weird?" he had asked you blankly once with big, round eyes. he had been dozing off on your lap a few minutes ago, drooling on your shirt, the movie on the big screen long forgotten. he remembered you sitting up straighter on the couch, a frown taking over your features as he continued. "my classmates...they call me a freak."

"you're not a freak, or weird." you had established right off the bat, gently did you take his small, chubby face in your hands. "people say that when they don't understand something. they just–" you had paused, and he had pondered if you had a moment of wondering, like what he was doing at school to have the kids call him that. “–they just don't understand you. and that's okay."

he hummed, before occupying himself with your hair.

the one true memory that stuck with him was when he was deeply engrossed in a cartoon, the villain just being defeated by the hero, exploding to death. "i want to fight someone amazing...destroy them...and then die." the pace of your folding laundry paused as if on hold, the kind of a momentary pause that allowed you to fully digest his words. you had blinked, staring at the back of his head. He didn’t know whether you were more queasy at his words, or the pure infatuation on his face.

you saw his big brother's seemingly shocked face at rin's words too, and you were quick to discard dealing with the laundry, scooping him up on the fat of your hip, hesitantly announcing it was bedtime. even though he knew it wasn't for the next two hours.

you'd always tried to understand him, didn't you?

their very faces were fear set in stone, eyes rolled to the back of their skulls, blood pouring out from every hole possible. there was blood, so much fucking blood the metallic smell made nausea ache violently in your stomach. you could name every one of mrs. itoshi's organs, all spilled on the couch like smoothie pulps. the deep stab wound on her neck was still pulsing with a heart beat, gushing out a few pathetic lumps of crimson that had nowhere else to go.

next to her, was mr. itoshi. his body was upright, but you couldn't claim the same for his head. you could tell, his neck had been ruthlessly stabbed so many times that there was no tendon to hang onto, no flesh left for the head to stay connected to the neck. the only thing that left them both attached was a flimsy spinal cord, already jutted out and curved so low his cheek was brushing against his chest.

your brain couldn't physically comprehend the scene, so you just scream, as if you're experiencing a cluster headache episode.

rin hadn't flinched. he hadn't dropped the kitchen knife, either.

the look in his eye was nothing short of animalistic. his eyes are wide and feral, piercing through you as if you're less of a human. He’s covered in fluids that should only remain inside a body unseen, your vision getting so hazy his face blurs. you can’t breathe, like all the remaining oxygen was sucked out of the room. predicting on instinct you're gonna bolt, he takes one long stride closer to you, that action being all it takes for you to freeze like a prey animal.

you were the closest one who understood him. even if you turned a blind eye, you never looked at him differently because of the way he is was. he misses your nickname for him on your tongue.

the small, sane voice in the back of his head wanted to apologise for you witnessing this; for expecting a catch–up dinner, still coming around even after you stopped babysitting them so many years ago. he wants to tell you how much you consume his thoughts to the point he can't function properly without you. that he loves you, that once being platonic, morphing romantically when he grew into a young man. don't leave him. he still loves you. he knows what he did was bad, but don't you know about the pressure they were putting on him? they didn't unconditionally love him like you did.

he can't hold back, so he tells you all of it. every dark thought until the weight leaves his chest and the stillness of silence in the room could be its own sound.

He’s aware sae’s still on the phone, the one that had limply dropped from your hand when you first walked in, still upright on the polished wooden floor.

he can hear sae speeding faster, his distressed yelling at you to get out, quietly muffled by it being on non–speaker.

he just hopes sae doesn't get here before he can take you for himself.

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the more i reread phantom busters the more i fall inlove with this manga ouuhhhhh