silverwings920

[silverwings920]

hi!!! hope you're doing well today

i was rereading horimiya for the millionth time, when i was inspired by hori being jealous of tooru and especially shindo (never any of the girls lol) for their relationships with miyamura and the way he'll yell at them or hit them

i was hoping to request something similar, where the reader is jealous of bllk boys' male friend/rival (preferably isagi for the allsagi of it all (i just find it so funny lol, but def not necessary)) because they bring out a side in them that never shows up when they're with the reader, but if asked if she ever feels threatened by other girls, she's like 'no, obvi i'm ur type for girls, but u spend so much time in physical contact with hot, sweaty, well-built men, idk y u wouldn't swing that way as well'

uh, kaiser, sae, rin, nagi, and anyone else you wanna do (honestly, if i didn't think that was overboard, i'd list like half the cast because i love ur writing sm lol)

ummm, but like if this is too much feel free to ignore this, i love reading whatever u write either way

take care

ps. sorry, this is so long, i'm v bad at thought filtering

“𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?”

a/n: ovulation is hitting 😍

also hiii i am doing well and hope you are, too! thank you for the detailed request and for your patience, this idea was absolutely one of those rare gold finds and i loved writing it! take care as well, you're amazing 🫶🏻

suggestive suggestive suggestive content inside

ft. kaiser michael, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, karasu tabito, mikage reo, shidou ryusei

kaiser michael

you have no issue with kaiser’s female fans. if anything, you roll his sleeves up for them. what you do have an issue with? how your boyfriend looks at isagi like he’s both an itch he can’t scratch and the best dessert he’s never been allowed to taste. 

you swear he’s thinking about that man mid-kiss. 

“you talk about isagi a lot,” you say. “he pisses me off,” kaiser mutters. “and you say his name like it’s a prayer.” “are you jealous of that football nerd?” “he’s not a nerd. he’s passionate. determined. his sprout bounces when he runs.” “are you–” kaiser laughs, actually jealous now “you like him, too?” “NO. but YOU clearly want to bench press him and braid his hair.” 

the next time kaiser sees isagi shirtless during training, he physically growls. then makes out with you like you just tackled him. 

“you’re mine,” he says between kisses. “got it?” “then stop moaning isagi’s name in your sleep.” “YOU HEARD THAT???” 

itoshi sae

sae doesn’t do jealousy. or rather, he claims he doesn’t. but you? you are FIGHTING the urge to trip bunny iglesias every time you see them on-screen together. 

“you always look dead-eyed with me,” you mutter. “but you’re over there giggling and shoulder-bumping some 6-foot spanish dreamboat like you're in a telenovela.” “i wasn’t giggling.” “you smiled.” “he fell down the stairs.” “AND YOU SMILED.” 

sae sighs. he doesn’t understand why you’re not threatened by the gorgeous women who fawn over him, but spiral over bunny, who “runs like a gazelle and flirts like he’s on sabado gigante.” 

he sees the way your eye twitches when bunny compliments his dribbling in post-match interviews. 

later that night, he corners you in bed, pushes your hair back, and says in a low voice, “you think i’d ever want anyone but you?” “… no.” “then stop giving bunny death glares. he texted me: are u mad at ur gf???” 

itoshi rin

you have never been jealous of another woman in your life. not when they comment heart emojis under rin’s posts, not even when fans scream for him outside the hotel. 

no, you only spiral when isagi yoichi is involved. because rin turns into a different person around him. 

“he brings out your rage in a way i never could.” “that’s not a compliment.” “you chase him like you’re in a villain origin story, rin.” “he’s just my rival.” “your rival? or your twisted soulmate?” 

you start watching their plays back in slow motion. rin has better eye contact with isagi than with you during sex. and when they score against each other, the yelling? the chest bumping?? oh, they’re in LOVE. 

so you do the logical thing and wear rin’s jersey to their next match with “mrs. itoshi (not isagi)” bedazzled on the back. 

rin refuses to comment on it publicly and is absolutely unhinged in bed that night. 

nagi seishiro

you’re not threatened by any women in nagi’s life. he barely notices them. but reo? reo is the exception. reo could say “jump” and nagi would be mid-air asking “how high?” 

“you only get out of bed early for reo.” “it’s for football.” “you text him goodnight and don’t even check if i’m alive.” “he sends cool memes.” “… do you love him.” “probably a little.” 

you SCOWL every time reo shows up with some “new training idea” or asks nagi to move in again. and nagi just… doesn’t get it. 

until one day you dramatically say “maybe i should just date reo, since you like him so much,” and nagi looks genuinely offended. 

“but i’m your boyfriend. that’s not fair.” “welcome to MY struggle.” “… fine,” he mutters, grabbing your waist, “you want my attention? i’ll give it to you. reo can wait.” 

(you get thoroughly ruined. and the next morning, reo texts nagi anyway.) 

isagi yoichi

you’re not jealous of the girls that coo over his interviews or fangirl in the comments. no. you’re jealous of kaiser, who calls your boyfriend “dog” and spits german insults at him mid-match while isagi responds with equal aggression, chest-heaving fury, and unblinking eye contact like he’s ready to kiss or kill. 

you’ve never seen isagi this fired up. not even when someone took the last pudding from the fridge. 

“why do you let him get under your skin like that?” “because he’s insufferable.” “and hot?” “… what?” “and tall. and shredded. and you talk about him a lot. i’ve seen enemies in rom-coms. this is how it starts.” 

when you catch them forehead-to-forehead arguing on the pitch, you yell “KISS HIM ALREADY!” from the stands and storm off with your popcorn. 

later, isagi finds you lying dramatically on the couch and climbs over you, pinning you down. 

“you think i want kaiser?” he asks, breathless. “you’re insane.” “you yell at him with more passion than you ever kiss me.” “fine,” he mumbles, leaning in close, “then let me shut you up with something better.” 

(you end up not caring about kaiser for a while. you also end up losing your voice for two days.) 

karasu tabito

you knew dating karasu came with chaos. but you weren’t ready for the unspoken homoerotic tension between him and oliver aiku. 

“he’s your captain. not your boyfriend.” “you think i want aiku? please.” “you keep calling him ‘daddy dearest’ and biting your lip when he calls you 'rookie.'” “i do not– okay maybe once.” 

you catch them shirtless after practice, towel-whipping each other and talking in voices two octaves deeper than normal. 

karasu tries to cuddle with you later and you shove him off. “go cuddle your alpha male.” 

he immediately starts proving his heterosexuality with very aggressive affection. picks you up bridal-style. kisses you until you forget your name. sends a selfie to aiku labeled: “mine. back off.” aiku replies: “relax bro. i’m taken.” karasu: “not by me you’re not– WAIT.” 

mikage reo

you are not threatened by girls. you are threatened by nagi seishiro, who doesn’t even try to flirt but somehow still manages to steal half of reo’s emotional availability on a daily basis. 

“you answer nagi’s texts in 0.3 seconds,” you accuse. “because he types like a toddler. i need to make sure he’s not stuck in a vending machine again.” “you’ve never replied to my texts that fast.” “you’ve never needed help picking which ice cream looks less suspicious.” 

it drives you insane because reo swears you’re his number one, but then he’s out there building nagiland with nagi, offering to share his fortune, and talking about “what our kids would look like if we spliced our genes for the ultimate striker.” 

you finally snap when you catch nagi lying on reo’s lap like a sleepy cat while reo plays with his hair. 

“am i interrupting a date?” you ask, smiling like a shark. “babe, it’s not like that.” “oh, okay. do you want me to come back when the honeymoon’s over?” 

reo chases after you, trying to explain while nagi just yawns and asks if you’re mad again. 

later that night, reo shows up at your place with your favorite takeout, a handwritten “i’m sorry i emotionally married nagi in high school” note, and spends two hours whispering that he only wants you. 

“you’re the only one who makes me feel like this,” he murmurs against your collarbone. “prove it.” (he does. loudly. nagi texts “tell your gf to stop breaking your back. we have practice.”) 

shidou ryusei

you’re not scared of girls flirting with your boyfriend. they touch shidou and he literally barks. 

no, your actual enemy is sae itoshi, who looks at shidou like he wants to smite him, and somehow that just turns him on. 

“you only try hard when sae’s around.” “because i want him to notice me.” “… you’re literally dating me.” “and yet, he still hasn’t called me slurs to my face.” 

you watch him light up every time sae insults him. when sae calls him “disgusting,” shidou smiles. when sae pushes him after a match, shidou licks his teeth. 

“you never look at me like that,” you say. “you don’t call me worthless and step on my dreams like he does. it’s different.” 

you’re half-convinced shidou would break up with you for five minutes just to get a crumb of abuse from sae. 

but then after every game, no matter how rabid he was, he always finds you – wild-haired, still sweaty – and throws you over his shoulder like you’re the only prize he wanted. 

“you mad again?” he grins. “cuz i looked at sae like he was a shiny chew toy?” “i’m mad because you want him to step on your neck.” “… you can do that too, babe.” 

(he says this while pushing you up against a wall and proving, once again, that no one ruins him the way you do. not even his red-haired enemy-crush.) 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[silverwings920]

im sorry this is kind of specific and you can just ignore it if you prefer not to write about it, but could you maybe write about bllk men with reader who's mental health is really bad and they've struggled with it in the past and still show subtle signs of struggling even as of right now so they choose to bottle up their emotions to a point of them just being extremely drained but they try to make things better for reader? or maybe it can be more angsty im not sure, thank you for reading if you did

“𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞”

a/n: title is a lyric from the song K by cigarettes after sex (this song is literally yearning)

tw: depression

if you're going through this, just know that things get better and that you're not alone. there's many resources out there to help and healthy ways of coping that don't involve unhealthy habits like drugs and alcohol. you are loved deeply, especially by me.

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei

isagi yoichi

isagi doesn’t pick it up right away. not because he’s careless, but because he trusts you when you say you’re okay. 

but then he starts noticing the little things. like how you say “i’m just tired” way too often. how you always change the subject when he asks about your day. 

you smile with your eyes closed. like you’re trying too hard. 

he catches you zoning out at the sink, dishes in hand, standing completely still for a full minute. and that’s when it clicks. 

he gently wraps his arms around you from behind. no words. just holds you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. 

“you can be tired around me,” he says one day. “you don’t always have to be ‘fine.’” 

he’ll start checking in more subtly, not in an annoying way. like bringing your favorite drink home. or sending dumb memes at 2 AM just so you’ll laugh a little. 

he won’t force you to open up, but he’ll always be there when you finally do. 

itoshi rin

rin is very perceptive. especially with you. 

he notices how you’re always giving more – asking about him, listening closely, encouraging him – but you never let the conversation shift back to you. 

and it pisses him off. not at you, but because he sees the way you carry yourself like you're only worthy if you're useful. 

you collapse into bed one day without changing, barely moving when he calls your name. and his heart breaks in a way he doesn’t show on his face. 

“why are you so scared of letting me see you like this?” he asks, sitting beside you. 

you say, “i don’t want to be a burden.” 

and rin, cold and blunt as always, just mutters, “then let me carry some of it, too.” 

he becomes fiercely protective after that. will cancel training to stay with you. will delete messages for you. will argue with anyone who overwhelms you. 

it’s subtle but constant, the way he’s always in your corner. 

itoshi sae

sae’s way of showing care is almost clinical. he watches your habits, picks up patterns. 

he knows what burn-out looks like. he’s lived through it. and now he’s watching you go through it, with that same fake smile, the “don’t worry, i’m good,” the long pauses before you answer anything personal. 

one night, you forget to eat. again. and he just sets the plate in front of you and says, “don’t make me watch you disappear.” 

you laugh it off. “you’re being dramatic.” 

“no,” he says. “you are. pretending you’re fine when you’re clearly falling apart.” 

he doesn’t raise his voice, but the weight of his words always cuts through. 

he doesn’t want to fix you. he just wants to make sure you know he’s staying. 

makes you playlists to help you sleep. leaves a note in your bag when he travels. touches your hair softly when you think he’s asleep. 

he won’t say i love you often, but he says i see you in a hundred other ways. 

mikage reo

reo is super intuitive, and he notices it in the way you always over-explain things. 

“sorry i didn’t text, i was–” 

“it’s okay. you don’t have to apologize.” 

he knows you’re bottling things up. he sees the quiet tension behind your eyes when you're alone with your thoughts too long. 

starts planning tiny getaways just for you. a day at the beach. a cabin in the mountains. not to distract you, but to slow the world down for you. 

“you take care of everyone else, so let me take care of you for once.” 

he buys you one of those therapy plushies. the ones that feel like hugging a weighted blanket. 

if he sees you disassociating mid-convo, he’ll gently take your hand and squeeze it twice, just to bring you back. 

he makes you feel like you’re enough, even when you’re completely running on empty. 

nagi seishiro

nagi notices right away. he may not act on it immediately, but he knows. 

“you look tired,” he says one day. you reply, “i’m just busy.” 

he frowns. “that’s the third time this week you said that." 

he doesn’t press too hard, but the next day, he pulls you onto the couch and plops a blanket on your lap. 

“you don’t have to talk,” he murmurs. “just sit here.” 

he’ll start doing little things. warming up your food. turning off your notifications. playing chill games together so your brain can rest. 

and when you do eventually cry, without warning, in the middle of brushing your hair, he just walks in, wraps you in a hoodie, and softly goes, “that’s okay. i cry sometimes too.” 

(he doesn’t. but he’d say it if it made you feel less alone.) 

kaiser michael

kaiser jokes a lot, but the second he realizes something’s off with you, he becomes quiet. too quiet. 

he notices how you don’t laugh at his dumb antics anymore. how your voice sounds too light, too fake. 

he confronts you when you least expect it. “you’re acting like someone who’s drowning and telling everyone you’re on a yacht.” 

and you finally snap – crying, panicking, telling him you don’t know what’s wrong with you, just that everything hurts and you’re so tired. 

he shuts up. drops the arrogance. holds your face and says, “i don’t care if you’re a mess. just don’t lie to me about it.” 

he becomes extremely gentle after that. not in a condescending way, just… present. 

reminds you you’re allowed to feel like crap. you don’t have to keep the persona up. 

he’ll scream at the world for you if you need, but when you’re low, he’s soft-spoken and grounding. 

“you don’t need to be okay to be loved,” he tells you, forehead pressed to yours. “you’re mine either way.” 

shidou ryusei

weirdly enough, shidou’s the fastest one to notice. 

he lives chaotically, but he’s emotionally tuned in when it comes to you. 

“you haven’t made a single insult today. i’m calling the FBI.” 

you smile half-heartedly, but he stares at you like he’s already figured it out. 

“what’s up, sweetheart?” 

and when you break down and confess that you’ve been bottling up for weeks and now feel like you’re just barely hanging on, he hugs you like he’s holding someone who just survived a war. 

“fuck the world,” he mutters. “you don’t need to carry everything alone.” 

he’ll distract you in the dumbest ways possible. fake fights in grocery aisles. dressing like an old man and demanding soup. 

but when things get serious, he’s dead steady. he’ll defend your space like a guard dog. 

and when you’re at your lowest, he’ll whisper, “i’ve seen every version of you. the messy, the moody, the shut-down. i still think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[silverwings920]

Chapter 2 of the stupid d/s iski fic is out now

it's been over two weeks, ik ik, but despite me being a compsci major, fucking around css & html really was killing me, esp since ao3 has a weird way of rendering stuff from their editor, so i had to put it away before i pulled it from the site instead. anyway, i got most of it formatted at least decently (though, admittedly, i just used emoji's instead of the normal socmed reactions and none of the pfp's r loaded in atm. i'll update those when i get the energy to😓🫠).

Fic Title: Every Word, A Bell

Chapter Title: The Language of Ruin and Devotion (ik this sounds pretentious, but i could only come up w pretentious or off mark so...)

Length: ~1.7k

Ship: Isagi Yoichi/Michael Kaiser (implied iski bc dom!isagi/sub!kaiser, but read it however. i can't write smut so all u get is fade-to-blacks)

Link: here

Note: remember to click the show creator's style button, if you don't have that on automatically. a big portion of the beginning will look super wack otherwise, bc of all the css & html coding i put in for the socmed/normal media stuff i put in

i have finally have everything booted into ao3 now (aside from the images). i just need to do a final proofread of the last chapter, so that'll be out tmrw instead. but, as before, i don't have a beta for any of the stuff i write, so if there are any mistakes, please let me know so that i can fix it asap

[silverwings920]

The Winning Ticket

a/n: @aventoru just posted a series idea of bllk boys and summer dates (link). i was immediately enamored with the idea of taking kaiser to an arcade, so i requested that

...but then i couldn't stop thinking about it, so uhhhhh... here's my take:

The two of you are sprawled on a comfortable sofa, the low light of a movie you’ve both lost interest in flickering across the room. It’s late, and the comfortable silence is a rare commodity in your whirlwind relationship.

You shift, propping yourself up on an elbow to look at him. Kaiser’s eyes are closed, but you know he isn’t asleep. You can see the faint twitch of his long eyelashes against his cheek.

“You know,” you begin, your voice a soft challenge in the quiet room, “for all your talk about conquering the world, you’re surprisingly conventional.”

One of his eyes cracks open, a sliver of brilliant blue fixing on you. A slow, arrogant smirk begins to form on his lips. “And what is that supposed to mean, Liebling?”

“It means,” you say, leaning a little closer, “that our dates, while lovely, have been… predictable. A fancy dinner, a walk through a perfectly manicured park, another fancy dinner.” You poke his chest lightly with each example. “Where’s the ‘impossible’ you’re always chasing?”

He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound. “Are you saying my company isn’t enough of a thrill for you?” He captures your hand, his fingers lacing with yours. “Careful, you might hurt my feelings.”

You roll your eyes, a smile playing on your own lips. “Please, your ego is impenetrable. I’m simply suggesting a little… friendly competition. A wager, if you will.”

Now, both of his eyes are open, gleaming with interest. “I’m listening.”

“We each plan a date. No hints, no spying,” you say, giving him a pointed look. “And we see who can come up with the better, more… inspired experience. The winner gets undisputed bragging rights and… let’s say, the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for an entire week.”

Kaiser’s smirk widens into a full-blown, predatory grin. “You’re on. Prepare to be so astounded you’ll be begging to concede before my date even begins.”

“We’ll see about that, Kaiser. We’ll see.”

---

In the days leading up to the date, Kaiser is relentless. He’ll text you at odd hours with casual questions. “What’s your opinion on opera?” or “How do you feel about heights?” Each attempt to glean a clue is more transparent than the last. You meet for coffee the day before your scheduled date, and he leans across the table, his blue eyes intense.

“Just give me a hint,” he says, his voice a low purr. “What should I wear? Is it a black-tie affair? Are we wrestling crocodiles? I need to be prepared to excel.”

You take a slow sip of your drink, enjoying his frustration immensely. “You’ll be fine in your usual clothes. Just bring an open mind and prepare to be humbled.”

He scoffs, leaning back in his chair. “Humbled? By you? Unlikely.” He narrows his eyes, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “You’re enjoying this far too much. You're a menace, you know that?”

You just offer him a sweet, innocent smile. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

---

The day of your date arrives, and when he sees you, the confidence hasn't left his features. The ride there is filled with a playful tension, and though he pesters you for information, you refuse to divulge any of your plans. When you finally pull up to a building buzzing with neon signs and pulsing with sound, his confident smirk falters for the first time.

The cacophony of the arcade hits you the moment you walk in—a symphony of chimes, buzzers, and digitized explosions mixed with the smell of stale popcorn, sugar, and the faint metallic tang of ozone from the machines. Kaiser’s initial reaction could be a subtle wrinkling of his nose, a flicker of disdain in his eyes as he takes in the chaotic, colorful scene.

“An arcade,” Kaiser says, his tone dripping with a carefully constructed layer of condescension. “How… quaint.”

You just grin, grabbing his hand and pulling him further into the neon-lit cavern. “Come on, your imperial majesty. You mentioned you’ve never been.” You look at him, your expression softening slightly. “Everyone deserves to experience the magic of cheap thrills and sticky floors at least once.”

The memory you're referencing—a rare, off-the-cuff comment he made about being a “stray brat” no one would let near their machines—hangs unspoken in the air between you. He doesn't acknowledge it, but you see a flicker in his eyes.

“Consider this part of your worldly education.” You lead him to a classic racing game, the plastic seats worn from years of use. “Ever driven a virtual car at 200 miles per hour?”

He raises a skeptical eyebrow but allows you to explain the controls. His first few attempts are clumsy, his meticulously controlled movements from the field not translating to the jerky sensitivity of the joystick. He crashes. He spins out. And for a fleeting moment, you see a flash of genuine frustration on his face.

“This machine is flawed,” he declares, leaning back with a huff.

You laugh, a real, unrestrained sound. “Or maybe you’re just not used to not being perfect at something on the first try.” You start a new game, your movements fluid and practiced. “It’s okay to be a beginner, you know.”

Your words seem to strike a chord. He watches you play, his expression unreadable. Then, he challenges you to a game of air hockey. The competitive fire is back, but this time it’s different. “Prepare to be annihilated,” he declares, slamming the puck into your goal before you’re even ready. “All’s fair in love and war, Liebling.” The game becomes a flurry of frantic motion and teasing jabs, the puck ricocheting wildly across the table. Amid the chaos, a real laugh escapes him—not the practiced, arrogant chuckle you’re used to, but a sharper, more breathless sound that makes something in your chest flutter.

You move from game to game. You explain the simple mechanics of Skee-Ball, and he becomes obsessed with hitting the 100-point hole, calling it a “true test of physics and finesse”. You scream your way through a zombie shooter game, and he boasts about his “impeccable aim and tactical genius”. You show him the patterns of Pac-Man, and he declares the ghosts are “inferior AIs incapable of predicting his superior strategy”. You both fail miserably at the claw machine, and he accuses it of being “a scam of the highest order”. 

The hours melt away in the neon haze, each game bleeding into the next. Finally, breathless and leaning against a silent pinball machine, you both look down at the literal mountain of tickets clutched between you. The only logical next step is to claim your spoils. You make your way to the prize counter, a wall of cheap plush and plastic that looks like a king's ransom under the flashing arcade lights.

“Well,” Kaiser says, gesturing with his chin towards a comically oversized stuffed rose, one that’d be right at home with the rest of your plush collection, “it seems we have enough to claim your tribute.” His tone is teasing, but there’s a soft look in his eyes as he watches you. “I’ll grab us some drinks. Try not to cause too much trouble.”

He walks off, leaving you at the counter. You turn back to the prize wall, your eyes scanning the array of options. The plush is tempting, a silly, ostentatious trophy of your victory. But then, on a dusty lower shelf, something else catches your eye. It’s a small, unassuming snow globe.

You ask the dead-eyed attendant to see it. Inside the glass orb is a snapshot of winter joy: a Christmass tree, a pile of presents, even a little stray dog finding warmth in shining lights, and right in the middle of it all, a miniature soccer ball. It’s him. It’s everything he is to you, the winter he loves, the day he was born, the hurt stray he hides, the warmth he exudes, the sport he plays, encapsulated in a tiny, perfect world.

When Kaiser returns, you’re holding a small, plain bag.

“Decide against the rose?” he asks, handing you a cup of fruity goodness.

You shrug, trying for nonchalant as you pull out a bag of assorted candies and offer him one. “I realized I have absolutely nowhere to put something that big unless I want to sleep on the floor. Got some figures to decorate my shelves instead. And candy, obviously.”

Kaiser gives you a skeptical look but takes a piece of candy anyway, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. The noisy, vibrant energy of the arcade follows you out into the cool night air, and the car ride to your place is filled with easy chatter and the rustle of the candy bag.

When he pulls up to your building, the comfortable silence settles between you again, different from the one on his sofa. It's softer, tinged with the lingering buzz of the evening. You hesitate for a moment, your hand on the door handle.

“Well,” you start, turning back to him. The small, nondescript box feels heavy in your hands. “This is for you.” You hold it out to him, your voice softer than it has been all day. “Be careful with it. And… open it when you’re alone.” Before he can properly react, and before you lose your nerve, you lean over and give him a quick, chaste kiss on the cheek, then slip out of the car and walk up to your door.

---

Back in his own sterile apartment, the silence feels different. He places the box on his marble countertop, his curiosity piqued. He carefully opens it, his long, nimble fingers unboxing it with a surgeon’s precision.

Inside, nestled in a bed of tissue paper, is the snow globe. He picks it up, turning it over in his hands. He sees the tree, the gifts, the dog, and the soccer ball at its base. It’s a perfect, peaceful Christmas morning. A childhood he never had. A warmth he never knew. It’s a collection of impossible things. He gives it a gentle shake, and a flurry of white snow swirls around the scene, for a moment, a peaceful, perfect little world. 

He almost misses the small, folded note tucked into the side of the box. He unfolds it, recognizing your handwriting immediately.

To my beloved impossibility, Saw this and thought the little scene was just as impossible as you are, so I couldn’t leave it behind. I hope you had an amazing time today, and that this makes you smile. From, your menace p.s. I’m gonna win this bet if you don’t pull out all the stops on your date.

A slow, genuine smile spreads across his face—not his usual arrogant smirk, but something softer, more vulnerable. He looks from the note to the tiny, perfect world in his hand. He thinks about the obnoxious, oversized rose he would have gotten, a trophy for a silly bet. And he looks at what you chose instead.

You didn’t just plan the best date. You saw right through him. He places the snow globe on his nightstand, the only personal object in the entire room, and a jolt of shocking clarity runs through him. It’s not a triumphant bolt of lightning, but a quiet, unfamiliar warmth that settles deep in his chest, unraveling something he hadn't realized was so tightly wound. For a man who orchestrates everything, this simple, perfect gesture has completely disarmed him. He runs a thumb over the cool, smooth glass, tracing the curve of the tiny world you've given him. He doesn’t mind losing to you at all. In fact, he’s already looking forward to planning a date worthy of his menace. The competition had just become something else entirely.

[silverwings920]

so i actually wrote that stupid d/s iski fic...

for anyone who saw this tumblr post, i couldn't stop thinking about it even after writing that outline, so... well, what the title says: i actually wrote it out in the span of the last 12 hours (i mean, it took me less than that, but i've never actually posted anything on ao3 before, so it took me a while to figure it out lol).

Title: Every Word, A Bell

Length: in total, ~4.2k, excluding summaries, notes, or repeated stuff, including the omake. first chapter is ~1.2k

Ship: Isagi Yoichi/Michael Kaiser (implied iski bc dom!isagi/sub!kaiser, but read it however. i can't write smut so all u get is fade-to-blacks)

anyway, here's the link for anyone who wants to read it: link

the first chapter is out now, and the rest are all written, though i've decided to add some socmed stuff to it so the next chapter might take a few days to come out as i fiddle with the css and html.

please look upon it kindly bc this is literally the only fic idea that i've ever actually finished (because it literally consumed my every waking thought for the last month and then some). and uhhhh, i'm sure i made mistakes, but it's not beta read, so point that out to me please.

[silverwings920]

found this while scrolling twitter, thought you might enjoy the compilation of your hubby

HE'S SO CUTE IN EVERY SINGLE PICTURE

LIKE NOT A SINGLE BAD ANGLE OR PICTURE HE'S MY DREAM MAN THE ONLY ONE I WANT

you know what else he also is??? MINEEEEEEEEE 😍💗

(if someone mentions the "move it" photo, i'm gonna fucking crash out)

[silverwings920]

i just reread the nel arc again, now that it's officially over, and slursagi really elevates his game here, but my favorite crazy off-the-wall slursagi moment (besides all the clown lines) has to be him telling kaiser, "kneel to me, you shitty clown."

Entirely.

Unprompted.

remember: when kaiser told the bllkers to get on their knees, he said it in german, and before any of them got the mikage translators; isagi never understood what he was saying.

so... unless he specifically wasted his precious analyzing time in the viewing room to rewatch this moment (which, dgmw, that's a hilarious mental image: like, imagine isagi, off-the-field btw, muttering furiously to himself 'what did he say back there? what did he fucking say? it was an insult. i just know it. i gotta figure out what it was just so that i can throw it back in his face later on on the pitch to traumatize him and pretend that it was just an in-the-heat-of-the-moment thing i said during a match.' if that was the case, i'd love isagi so much more because, like, you gotta respect the dedication to the bit 🤣🤣🤣) that was just slursagi having the most insane sixth sense for insults ever.)

and right after we got kaiser's backstory, too… (literally the same f-ing chapter)

[silverwings920]

i feel like i should preface this by saying that this is super cute and a very sweet sentiment but in all honesty, depends on who you're talking to and what kind of background they have hs me would've been pissed if someone told me that getting an 86 was amazing and not worth crying over / that i was overreacting (sorry nagi)

for example, this grading system? my first thought was literally: 'in what world is 86 a B+? that is a solid B, at best.' idk about y'all, but where i switched schools a bunch and experienced multiple grading systems.

most of them had the normal 90-100=A; 80-89=B; 70-79=C; 60-69=D; <59=F

a few had weird systems, like ES-PIN or OSN (exclusively for primary/elementary schools, though)

but the worst was that one where 93-100=A; 85-92=B; 77-84=C; 70-76=D; <69=F, with ofc, the minus, solid, plus system, i.e. 93,94=A-; 95,96,97=A; 98,99,100=A+, then move down the line, which makes that 86 a B- (yes, i'm 100% fucking serious & yes, i think that's ridiculous)

it also super doesn't help it if, like me, you've been part of education programs (things like IB, GT, Magnet, CAP, etc.) where everyone around you is an overachiever (and you just came here because you managed to test in and wanted to get away from your normal high school because you got along with one of your middle school teachers like a house on fire and they were the type to find your freshman schedule and tell all your teachers horrible things about you: he was one hell of a micromanager and i've got severe combined-presentation adhd, nvmd all the other shit)

oh, on that note: it also also super doesn't help when you're a neurodivergent kid with parents who don't believe in mental illnesses, but like twice exceptional so teachers didn't notice / tell your parents (except apparently my kindergarten teacher literally did and recommended that i get tested when i was only 5, i didn't get that diagnosis until well over a decade later, and boy was it bad, and i'm certain it got worse...)

and then when I went to go comment (before i turned this into a reblog because i realized this rant was gonna turn into a veeeeeeeery long rant), this is what came out of me: (i swear it was supposed to be /hj)

see? this is the problem with talking to someone:

with a sports scholarship/degree/future ahead of them

who has no parents (i understand that this isn't always a good thing, but roll with me)/supportive parents/definitely not helicopter-dad tiger-mom duo parents

and/or brilliant/talented sibling who's in the military/a phd holder/a doctor/a lawyer

because you're going how with a 68% thinking it's the best day of your life (and i'm truly happy for you that it is) while i'm going home with an 89.7% thinking 'a: average, b: bad, c: catastrophe, d: disowned, f: forgotten' and dreading the lecture and beating of a lifetime

we are not the same, and this might be an exaggeration, but not as much as you think… (i have literally been told point blank that they removed me from their will...)

HII

can you do bllk boys (specifically sae, shidou and reo) w a reader who is crying over a grade and acting like it's end of the world, but when they look at the grade it's like an 86% 🙏🙏

“𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝟖𝟔% 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞”

a/n: reader in this one is me i fear

ft. itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi

itoshi sae

sae hears your loud sniffles echoing through the apartment and assumes, logically, that someone died. 

“what happened?” he asks, rushing into the living room with just the slightest hint of concern behind his usual deadpan expression. 

you’re face-down on the couch, curled up in a blanket like the world is ending. “i failed,” you choke out dramatically. 

sae raises a brow. “failed what?” 

you thrust your phone at him with trembling hands. 

he looks. then he blinks. “… this is an 86.” 

“AN EIGHTY-SIX,” you sob like you're starring in a historical tragedy. “I DESERVED AN A!! I DESERVED A NINETY-FIVE AT LEAST–” 

he just stares at you for a solid five seconds. 

“you’re crying like you got a restraining order, not a B plus.” 

sits on the floor next to the couch and flicks your forehead gently. “don’t waste your tears. save them for something serious. like when i retire.” 

but he does bring you your favorite snack and lets you sulk dramatically on his chest while he scrolls through his phone. 

“eighty-six,” he mutters again under his breath, still slightly baffled. “you’re unwell.” 

shidou ryusei

he walks in to find you on the floor, half-buried under a pile of notebooks and sobbing like the apocalypse hit. 

“WOAH. did someone dump you?” 

“NO,” you wail. “I GOT MY TEST GRADE BACK.” 

“damn. that bad, huh?” 

he picks up your phone from where it fell and glances at the screen. “babe. this is an eighty-six.” 

“I KNOW,” you cry, rocking back and forth like a medieval peasant in despair. “I’M A FAILURE. A DISGRACE. I SHOULDN’T EVEN BE ENROLLED–” 

“you know i’ve never scored over a 70 in my life, right?” 

“and that’s why you’re you and i’m failing algebra!!” 

shidou full-on cackles. “yo, you’re dramatic as hell. i like it.” 

flops down next to you on the floor and pulls you into his lap. 

“we should burn your textbook in protest. let’s cause chaos. vandalize the math department. make it personal.” 

“ryu, i just want an A…” 

“and i want abs, but here we are.” 

“but you do have abs!” 

eventually just tickles you until you’re laughing instead of crying. 

he still thinks your breakdown over an 86 is the funniest thing he’s ever seen. 

mikage reo

reo is the supportive boyfriend so the moment he hears you sniffle, he’s by your side in 0.5 seconds with a credit card and a comforting hand on your back. 

“what’s wrong, baby? what do you need? food? a nap? therapy? a yacht?” 

“i got my grade back,” you sniffle, teary-eyed. 

“okay, okay, we’ll fix it– wait.” he checks your laptop. blinks. reads it again. “… an eighty-six?” 

“IT’S SO EMBARRASSING,” you wail. 

reo looks at you like you’ve personally offended his rich-person sensibilities. 

“you’re crying over a B?” 

“A B+,” you correct through sobs. “it’s not even a full A. i’m useless.” 

“babe. be serious. you’re dating me. clearly you’re full of good choices.” 

wraps you in a giant cashmere blanket and orders your favorite dessert immediately. 

“listen, we can hire a private tutor, a therapist, and a hitman if needed, okay?” 

still buys you a ‘#1 smartie’ trophy and makes you keep it on your desk as a joke. 

kisses your forehead. “next time you cry over an 86, i’m billing you for emotional damage.” 

nagi seishiro

stares blankly at your sobbing form from the doorway. “did someone die?” 

you shake your head, sniffling violently. 

“then why are you crying?” 

you show him your grade. he stares. “… isn’t this good?” 

“it’s not perfect,” you say, wiping your nose. 

nagi, who has never tried harder than 50% on anything in his life, just tilts his head. 

“looks like a passing grade to me.” 

flops onto the couch next to you and steals your blanket. 

“wake me up when you’re done overreacting.” 

later sends you a meme that says “you vs the guy she told you not to worry about” with your grade and his 42% next to it. 

isagi yoichi

he rushes in like a worried golden retriever. “are you okay? what happened?? did someone say something to you???” 

you show him the screen. he stares. stares harder. 

“baby… this is an 86. you’re literally doing better than my ENTIRE high school career.” 

you sniff. “but i studied so hard.” 

“and it paid off??” 

you pout. “not enough.” 

isagi pats your head gently like you’re a distressed puppy. “you’re the only person i know who’d cry over a grade like this.” 

then he starts hyping you up aggressively. “you’re so smart. you’re the genius of my life. you’re basically a scholar. you’re the protagonist of my academic redemption arc.” 

kisses your temple. “let’s frame it and write ‘we’re proud of you’ on the bottom.” 

you hit him with a pillow. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[silverwings920]

i still don't understand why he's so hot, like, that haircut should be illegal (sry ness, ily but wut were u on?), those tattoos should also be illegal (especially the red eyeliner ones), that face card is definitely illegal (there literally shouldn't be a way to pull off those rat tails, but somehow the face card nvr declines, how?????),

but him doing all this?????? straight up FELONY. grand larceny on my heart (and countless others, no doubt) like, throw the man in jail again, no trial necessary

shut me up ;

30 | eat that girl for lunch

ft. fem!reader x reo, kunigami, chigiri, nagi, bachira, rin, isagi, kaiser, shidou, sae

cw. cussing, kms + kys jokes, suggestive (looks, lyrics, feelings), mentions of sex (past)

staring down at your homework, posture horrendous, you wondered why it was so quiet next door. not just that night, but ever since the incident with drunk kaiser. you weren’t complaining, but you found it strange that kaiser hadn’t invited anyone over.

focusing back on your schoolwork, you popped in an earbud and hit one of your playlists to numb your brain. you hummed along to lunch by billie eilish as you sorted whether your equations rejected the null hypothesis. truly brain-numbing.

the lyrics came naturally, practiced, as you sang along on cue. you replayed the song three times before eventually letting it move on, surprised when a bastard city song started playing. you smiled as you sang, temporarily forgetting about statistics as you reminisced about the bastardz concerts.

you hoped they’d sign one of the companies begging to manage them so they could grow, but isagi told you they liked being independent. tapping your phone to pick the next song, you spotted a text on your screen that made your blood run cold.

blond next door: i didn’t know you were a billie fan

blinking, cheeks aflame, you flipped your phone over and threw a notebook at the wall behind your bed. there was a chuckle, followed by a tap tap, and you flung yourself against the plush comforter with a sigh.

you: shut up

you smiled at your message, watching the three bubbles appear and vanish a few times before your screen went black. then, kaiser’s contact name and picture-less profile were all you could see. you sat up, bewildered, wondering why on earth he was calling you when, if he raised his voice a little, you could have heard him through the wall.

messing up your hair with the unfortunate number of times you ruffled it, you hit the answer button and pressed the phone to your ear. “what is it?”

kaiser chuckled lowly on the other line, and from how close to the wall you were, you could faintly hear him on the other side. “what about that song do you like?” he asked. you wished you could bury your head in a pile of sand until he forgot who you were.

“um,” you hesitated, thinking of an appropriate answer to give the musician. “i don’t really know… her voice is nice. the beat is cool. i’d love to hear a rock version—i absolutely love rock covers of popular music.” you don’t know why you kept talking, but he didn’t interrupt you. it felt oddly comforting, especially when you were so close to ripping your hair out over your homework a few moments ago.

kaiser listened as you listed off your top songs on repeat, commenting only when you had a song or artist in common. you didn’t realize how late it was getting until your neighbor gently rapped his knuckles just above where your headboard ended. “you should sleep. you have a class in the morning, right?”

again, you were left momentarily speechless. you shook it off with a sarcastic laugh. “stalking my schedule, hm? i knew you were obsessed.”

“yeah, yeah. good night, y/n.”

smiling, you dropped the phone close to your chest and whispered, “good night, kaiser.”

you stood in the unisex club restroom, mirrored gaze flicking between smudging your eyeliner and watching reo fix his hair. nagi said he’d come but texted that he fell asleep and wanted to play video games instead. chigiri and kunigami said they were on their way, though.

finishing your makeup, you fully turned your stance to face reo and flashed a wolfish grin. “good?”

he looked away from his reflection and nodded at your eye makeup in approval. “very. so, what’s the special occasion, anyway?”

you hurriedly glanced back at the mirror. “occasion? it’s been a while since we all hung out, right? that’s good enough for me!”

reo laughed when you jumped at him, throwing an arm around his shoulders and pulling him closer. "it'll be fun! we can all grab dinner after, if you want."

"your treat?" he teased, laughing harder when your face wavered.

"sure," you drawled, excusing yourself politely as you dragged reo through a group entering the restroom. the two of you found an open spot near the middle of the floor, directly in front of the stage, and waited patiently for the remaining two in your group to arrive. you'd just received a text from chigiri that he and kunigami were out front when feedback from a mic momentarily filled the club.

looking up, your face automatically split into a grin when you noticed the six bastardz making their way on stage. bachira spotted you quick and waved frantically, elbowing shidou and pointing in your direction. you jumped as you waved back to match their enthusiasm, giggling like a teenager.

the two had teased that they were planning something special tonight, and though they wouldn't tell you, you had a feeling bachira or shidou would be getting a longer solo.

"hey," kunigami greeted, gently nudging you with his shoulder as chigiri and reo analyzed each other's outfits. you smiled back. "hey. when was the last time you came to one of their shows? not including the ones you had to work."

"it's been a minute," he confessed, rubbing the back of his head. "they were always a little loud for me." you nodded, as it had taken you some time to adjust to their sound, too. "but!" kunigami straightened. "it's excuse to hang out with everyone, so i'll take it."

the sound of someone running their fingers (or one of your picks) across strings radiated throughout the room, rumbling the floors and shaking the ceilings. you hollered before you knew what you were doing, excited to hear whatever they had in store.

"we've got something new for you tonight," isagi shouted into the mic after the band introduced themselves.

after the first beat, your smile faded. by the second, you were pretty sure your heart had stopped.

your eyes didn't have to scan too long before spotting kaiser—his nails painted, hand on the mic, electric eyes locked on yours. you may have died.

"i could eat that girl for lunch."

yes, you were definitely dead, because there was no way on earth kaiser, your evil, diabolical, loud-mouthed neighbor, who kept you up all night with his r-rated activities, was looking at you like that as he sang the song you'd just expressed your love for.

"yeah, she dances on my tongue. tastes like she might be the one."

the fans around you screamed, but you could not pull yourself away from whatever trance kaiser's gaze had on you. he didn't look away, not once, and you hoped the lack of lighting distracted from the burn in your cheeks and the tremble in your knees.

there were too many similarities to be a coincidence. the song, the nails, the smile, the eyes. god, you wanted to melt into his eyes until the vibrant blue consumed you.

you shook your head, forcing yourself out of his spell.

"baby, i think you were made for me."

the air was getting thinner. thicker? you couldn't tell, but you were eternally grateful that kunigami didn't ask anything other than, "you good?" when you suddenly leaned some of your weight against him.

"clothes on the counter for you, try 'em on." you chose the wrong time to look up. kaiser's lips curled back into the most devious of grins, his eyes almost navy. his piercings glinted under the lights. "if i'm allowed, i'll help you take 'em off."

you realized maybe you were the strange one for not immediately falling for his charms after meeting him. if this was how he looked at every girl he seduced, no wonder he didn't run out.

bet he doesn't sing covers of their favorite song, though.

you didn't realize how brightly you were smiling until chigiri nudged you in the ribs with a knowing look in his eye. "isn't this the song you played, like, eight times in the car the other day?"

there was no reason to deny it as you locked eyes with the singer. "yeah." you shook your head and flashed a wink to try and tease him back.

kaiser's eyes glittered, and your heart sped beneath your ribs.

"eat that girl for lunch," he sang, voice taking on a slightly smoother sound. you melted, especially when he changed the final line. "she might be the one."

masterlist // previous (ch 29) // next (ch 31)

notes -> this idea comes from @em0kuto !! 💕 hopefully you enjoyed it 😈

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© neeeooon, 2025

[silverwings920]

wow, real impressive, kaiser, the way you described that interaction to the reader's dad…

i don't think he fully acknowledged exactly what he had done wrong in that situation. he says 'i pushed her too hard. i didn't even let her breathe,' but five seconds earlier he's saying shit like 'why's she gotta be so difficult?', 'she kind of overreacted', and 'she freaked out on me' he's not at all acknowledging that she had, in fact, had a panic attack because of information overload. instead of trying to comfort her, guide her out of that state, or at the very least let her process it on her own at her own pace, he chose to yell and grab at her, trying to force her to acknowledge him right then and there i get that he has also gone through some shit and has been desperately pinning away for years, but it comes across as incredibly self-serving some of the worst things you can say to/about someone who's panicking that badly are 'calm down', 'you're overreacting', and 'it's not that bad/serious'

i mean, don't get me wrong it's a little sweet that he's trying to apologize with a personalized gift, it just feels like he's sidestepping the actually issue and trying to buy his way back into her favor and i'm not particularly happy about that (i also noticed that two things he was most pleased about with the gift were the fact that they came from Germany, his birth place, and the blue ribbon, his color. he doesn't even really understand what the stuff he's actually paying for is. a gift is supposed to be about the person you're giving it to, not the person who's giving the gift) i personally think it'd be better if he just waited for that dress he promised the reader to be finished instead. it'd give her some time to actually think things through, and show his sincerity a lot better than a bunch of art supplies he doesn't even know if she wants

tl;dr - kaiser doesn't know how to apologize, i foresee him ruining things further (if other circumstances don't do it first) before he figures his shit out alright, rant over lol. wasn't expecting this to get so far away from me, but kaiser really pissed me off this chapter, so…

anyway, thank you for this! it was such a delight to read (even if kaiser's irritating atm). looking forward to what comes next! may you have a great rest of your week

Fourth bullet: A bow for the bruised

cowboy!kaiser x fem!reader pt. 4 (wc 6.5k) from Silver bullets and stolen hearts part III part V warnings: MDNI!!! blood, violence, trauma, panic attacks, emotional breakdown, mention of death, intense emotional distress, swearing

“Listen to me, goddamn it!” he shouted, his hand grabbing at your neck, tightening just a little too hard, almost choking you with the weight of his desperation.

You froze.

Your breath caught. For a moment, everything stopped, the air, the sound, the light in the room. You could only stare at him, eyes wide in disbelief.

Realizing what he'd done, Kaiser’s face dropped in horror. His hand slipped away from your skin like it burned him. “Shit… I didn’t mean-” he turned sharply, dragging a hand over his face as if he could wipe away the guilt. “Fuck, sorry,” he muttered, voice low and tight with frustration, though not at you. At himself.

You were still frozen, shaking, your pulse hammering in your ears.

“You’re not him,” you whispered again, like if you said it enough, it might all go away.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” his voice was clipped now, colder than before. It cut through the air like a blade.

You backed away from him with a glare, your voice trembling but fierce. “Don’t even think about reaching for me again.”

Then you turned and stormed off, footsteps heavy and fast up the stairs. You didn’t look back.

“Fuck!” Kaiser roared, slamming his fist into the nearest wall. The thud echoed through the house, followed by the sound of his harsh breathing.

Upstairs, you stumbled into your room and slammed the door shut behind you. You couldn’t breathe right. Your hands were shaking uncontrollably as you collapsed into the chair by your desk.

You gripped the sides of your head, nails digging into your scalp as if the pressure might stop your thoughts from spiraling.

Tears streamed down your face, and with a broken sob, you wiped them away with the sleeve of your shirt, harsh, dramatic, like trying to erase something permanent.

You reached for a pencil. Drawing always helped. It always grounded you. But this time, the lines came out shaky, the sketch unrecognizable. Your fingers trembled, and the paper blurred beneath your tears.

It wasn’t working.

Nothing was.

And for the first time in years, even art couldn’t save you from yourself.

Kaiser stormed out of the house, frustration bubbling inside him. His jaw clenched as he made his way to his white horse. Why’s she gotta be so difficult? he muttered under his breath, the words tasting bitter as they left his lips.

In a swift motion, he mounted the horse, the tension in his body mirrored by the sharpness in his gaze. He didn't know where his anger was taking him, but it seemed like his instincts knew better. The ride was a blur, his thoughts clouded with a mix of frustration and worry. Before he knew it, he found himself standing at your father's office, the door creaking open as he stepped in.

Your father, engrossed in important papers, looked up with a raised eyebrow when he saw Kaiser. The tension in the room was immediate. “Tell me,” he said, his voice cool, assessing.

Kaiser slumped into the chair opposite him, his expression vacant but clearly laced with anger. “I fucked up,” he muttered, the words heavy on his chest.

Your father didn’t flinch, merely watching him with a steady gaze. “You didn’t tell her?”

Kaiser let out a frustrated huff, running a hand through his hair. “I did. I tried. But… she kind of overreacted.”

Your father’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained silent, waiting for Kaiser to explain further.

Kaiser shifted in his seat, trying to organize his thoughts. “She… she was already losing it. Woke up from those damn nightmares again, and then, when I tried to talk to her, I-” he stopped himself, visibly frustrated. “I didn’t even get to finish. She freaked out on me, told me to never reach for her again.”

Your dad placed the papers down, his fingers lightly tapping the desk as he sighed, absorbing the weight of Kaiser’s words. “I understand...” he murmured, his voice calm but carrying the weight of understanding.

Kaiser clenched his fists. “It’s my fault,” he said, his tone dark, self-critical.

Your dad shook his head. “Don’t say that.”

“I pushed her too hard,” Kaiser continued, his frustration getting the better of him. “I didn’t even let her breathe, and now she’s completely shut me out. I didn’t mean for it to go like this.”

Your father leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. “She’s been through a lot. You need to be patient with her.”

Kaiser’s jaw tightened. “I know, but... What if it’s too late?”

“I think we still have time,” your father said quietly, his voice carrying a mix of reassurance and caution. “You’ll need to approach her carefully, but don’t give up on her.”

Kaiser’s eyes hardened. “I’ll try talking to her when I get home, but I don’t think she wants to hear from me right now.”

Your dad nodded, his eyes softening just a touch. “I’ll handle it,” he said. “Give her some space, but don’t let her shut you out completely.”

Kaiser hesitated, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. But he nodded, standing up from the chair. “Thanks.”

As he left the office, the weight of the conversation hung over him, heavier than ever. He knew the path ahead wasn’t going to be easy, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to fix this, no matter what. He walked into the saloon, his boots dragging a bit more than usual. The light chatter and clinking glasses barely registered in his mind. He made his way to the bar, eyes shadowed, shoulders tense.

"A beer," he muttered to the bartender, voice low and tired. A part of him wished it were you behind the counter, giving him that cautious stare, maybe even asking what was wrong.

When the drink was placed in front of him, he didn’t thank the man. He just took a sip and stared at the amber liquid, letting his thoughts drown in it. Your eyes, your voice, the way you pulled away from him, it all played over and over in his head.

He let out a long sigh, his thumb rubbing against the rim of the glass. Then, without meaning to, he set the glass down harder than he should have. It hit the bar with a loud thud, making the worker flinch. Kaiser didn’t even apologize. Threw few coins on the counter and walked out without a word, the saloon doors creaking shut behind him.

Back in your room, you sat hunched over your desk, sketching with a tight grip on your pencil. Your fingers trembled, but the lines were cleaner now, more deliberate. The drawing wasn’t of anyone in particular, just some imaginary figure with eyes too sharp and a mouth too kind. Still, it looked more alive than anything you'd drawn recently. You’d calmed down just enough to hold the pencil straight, but your chest still ached, tight and twisted like something inside you was slowly collapsing.

“Fucking dumbass,” you hissed under your breath, jaw clenched. Of course, you were talking about Kaiser. Who else?

Your hand snapped forward. The page tore out of the sketchbook in one swift motion. You crumpled it into a tight, wrinkled ball and threw it hard at the wall. It bounced off with a soft thud and disappeared somewhere under the desk, but it wasn’t enough. The anger didn’t leave. It sat under your skin, boiling.

“Idiot, idiot, idiot,” you muttered, punctuating every word with a sharp tap-tap-tap of your pencil against the sketchbook cover. Each hit was a little louder, a little more frantic. Then, without thinking, you hurled the whole book across the room. It smacked the wall and landed with a heavy flop on the floor, the sound slicing through the stillness of the night like shattered glass.

And just like that… you broke.

You curled up on the chair, arms hugging your knees to your chest as you slid down, burying your face. A choked sob clawed its way out of your throat, then another, and another, until they came in a stream. The tears came fast, warm and salty, blurring everything. You couldn’t see through them, couldn’t speak—just small, broken cries and shaky inhales filled the room.

You didn’t even know what you were crying about anymore.

Maybe at first it was Kaiser, his recklessness, his smirk, his gall to play with your heart like it was a game, but now… now you weren’t crying over him. Not really.

You were crying over everything.

Over every mistake you made. Over every word you shouldn’t have said. Every fake scenario you played in your head where you were braver, cooler, stronger. Where you weren’t you. You cried for every time you bottled it up, every time you smiled when you wanted to scream. Every time you let people in who walked away like you were nothing.

The tears weren’t about him anymore, they were about you.

This, somehow, was how you comforted yourself. Not with kindness or softness. But with this: sadness. This hollow, aching thing that wrapped around your shoulders like a blanket. You curled into it, held it close. The crying, the pain, the numbness that followed, it was familiar. Familiar enough to be soothing in its own twisted way.

And so you stayed there, alone in your room with tear-streaked cheeks and a storm in your chest, holding yourself as if you could keep all the pieces from falling apart. The sun had just risen over the hills, painting the dirt-strewn land in hazy blue and gold, but the air was already thick with dust, sweat, and something fouler, tension.

Behind the old millhouse, tucked in the shadow of a crumbling stone wall, four men stood in a crooked circle. Kaiser leaned against a wooden crate, turning an Apache revolver in his hand with absent precision. The brass glinted with each lazy spin of the cylinder, but his eyes didn’t follow it. They were distant, unfocused, as though his mind was somewhere far away, or stuck on someone far away.

Ness watched him out of the corner of his eye. He stood a pace back, hands tucked behind his back in his usual prim fashion. "Kaiser," he asked softly, almost like a whisper not meant to be heard, "is everything alright?"

Kaiser hummed in response, a low, noncommittal sound. He didn’t lift his gaze. Didn’t blink. Just kept turning that gun in his hand like it was the only thing keeping his thoughts from unraveling.

Ness fell silent. He knew better than to push.

“OI,” Shidou barked, snapping the silence like a whip. He stepped toward the trader, the jittery man with a gut too big for his vest and a twitch in his eye. “You tryna rob us, old man? This here’s not even Colt steel. You polish up some rusted trash and think we wouldn’t notice?”

The man paled. “I told you it’s genuine! French issue. Mercenary-grade!”

“Looks like you fished it outta a pig’s ass,” Shidou growled, reaching for his belt. “We could just shoot him and take the rest. Save us the goddamn trouble.”

“That’s against the rules,” Rin’s voice cut in cold and calm, like steel in a snowstorm. He stood with his arms crossed, posture rigid. His sharp gaze flicked from the gun to the man, calculating.

Shidou whipped his head around, scoffing. “And since when do you speak, Mr. Daddy Long Lashes?”

Rin’s jaw clenched. “Since you started running your mouth like a rabid dog. We’re here to do business. Not butcher street rats in broad daylight.”

The trader nodded eagerly, desperate to side with someone, anyone. “Y-yeah! Listen to your friend here. He’s got a brain-”

“I wasn’t defending you,” Rin snapped. “You tried to sell us rot disguised as gold. You think we’re blind or just stupid?”

“I’m telling you, it’s all clean! Nothin’ wrong with the-” "-And you think dragging your ass to us with lies wouldn’t blow back? Who do you think you’re dealing with?” Rin stepped closer now, his voice low but lethal. “This isn’t some street corner trade. You try to cheat us, we don’t forget it.”

The trader’s face twisted. Maybe it was fear. Or maybe pride scraping up what little spine he had left. “Don’t act so damn holy,” he spat, looking between them. “You’re all outlaws playin’ dress-up in town colors. And you” he pointed a shaky finger toward Kaiser, “all this hell lately? All ‘cause your little slut got herself mixed up in something she shouldn’t.”

Everything stopped. Ness’s quiet humming faltered. Even Shidou’s usual smirk twitched, as if caught between surprise and fury. The wind seemed to hush for a moment, letting the silence ring louder.

Kaiser didn’t look up. Didn’t speak.

CRACK.

The revolver slammed into the side of the trader’s jaw with such force that his knees buckled before the pain even registered. Blood sprayed in a thin arc as the man collapsed into the dirt, gasping through grit and broken teeth. His body twisted in a spasm, half-conscious already.

Kaiser stepped forward, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. He planted his boot against the side of the man's skull and leaned his weight down. Not enough to kill. But enough to make the man freeze, trembling under leather and steel.

“Say it again,” Kaiser muttered, voice calm, too calm. “And I’ll take your pitiful little life right here. I’ll gut you like the pig you are, and let the buzzards eat your pride.”

The man whimpered something unintelligible. Kaiser pressed down harder.

“Where’s your boss?” he asked again, low and cold.

“I-I don’t know!” the man coughed, voice hoarse. “I swear it-he moves around-never tells us where-”

“I knew it,” Kaiser muttered, half to himself. He stepped back and landed one more kick into the trader’s ribs, sharp and efficient. The man wheezed, curling into himself like a crushed dog.

“Fucking cowards,” Kaiser growled, turning his back. “Always hiding in someone else's dirt. Rats under states that should’ve burned a decade ago.”

He didn’t look at the others. Just kept walking, revolver still in hand, the morning light making the barrel gleam.

“Take everything,” he called over his shoulder. “And him.”

The three moved at once.

Ness crouched to begin gathering the crates, rifles, revolvers, cartridges, and a crude satchel of homemade explosives. His movements were quiet, practiced. No hesitation.

Rin grabbed a small bundle of dynamite sticks, tied neatly with a crude cloth strip, and examined the capped fuse like he was checking the craftsmanship of a blade. “Crude but functional,” he muttered. “Could bring down a wagon.”

“Could bring down a town,” Ness corrected softly, wrapping the satchels in burlap and tossing them into the back of the trader’s own horse wagon.

Shidou tied the man’s hands and legs with rope from the supply packs, not bothering to be gentle. “Guess we’re keepin’ you,” he said, tugging the knots tight enough to make the man groan. “Hope your boss likes sendin’ flowers to corpses.”

The trader didn’t respond. He was half-conscious, his face bloodied and his pride long gone.

Once everything was packed, Rin and Ness mounted their horses. Shidou climbed up into the wagon bench, reins in hand, humming a mocking tune as they pulled away from the millhouse.

Meanwhile, Kaiser rode alone.

His white horse moved smoothly beneath him, hooves crunching over the dry gravel path that led through the outer farmlands. The sun had climbed a little higher now, painting the sky in pale amber and blue. A breeze tugged at his coat.

The horse let out a soft, low whinny.

Kaiser patted her neck gently, fingers brushing through her mane. “What is it, beautiful?” he murmured. “Hungry? Yeah… I figured.”

He leaned down, pressing his forehead briefly to the side of her head. “We’ll stop by the next ridge. Get you something good. Something sweet.”

Then he sat back up, jaw clenched and eyes ahead.

But his grip on the reins never tightened. Shidou hadn’t stopped talking since they left the millhouse. The poor trader, now tied up in the back of the wagon with a bloody rag stuffed in his mouth, sat hunched between crates of dynamite and stolen rifles, looking like he was reconsidering every decision that had led him to this moment.

“Look at you,” Shidou jeered, grinning wide as he leaned over the side of the wagon. “Sweatin’ like a hog in church. I bet your wife left you 'cause your breath smelled like bad clams.”

The man didn’t respond, but the dead-eyed stare he gave back said enough.

“No, no, I got it,” Shidou continued, slapping his knee. “You were breastfed with moonshine, weren’t ya? That’s why your brain so small.”

Up ahead, Kaiser’s white horse slowed at the fork in the road. Without a word, he steered left, veering away from the wagon’s path.

“Oi! Where you goin’?!” Shidou hollered after him.

“I’ll be there after six” Kaiser called back, voice half-lost in the wind.

Shidou rolled his eyes. “Jeez. So bipolar.”

“Bipolar people aren’t like that,” Rin muttered coolly, not even glancing his way.

“Boy, shut yo bitch ass up.”

Rin’s expression darkened, but he said nothing. Kaiser rode into the quieter part of town, the clip-clop of his horse echoing softly in the still morning air. Dust clung to the hem of his coat, and the handle of the Apache revolver still poked from his holster, but he didn’t care. His mind was far from guns and gangs right now.

He stopped in front of the small, weathered storefront with faded green lettering above the door:

“Sage & Tallow: Books, Paints, Supplies”

The moment he saw it, the memory came back like a sudden breeze.

You were here once, not long ago. Not drawing, no. You had your arms full of brushes and ink bottles, a new journal tucked beneath your chin as you grumbled at the shopkeep about him not having the right paper weight. He remembered watching you from the street. Just watching. You hadn't noticed him at first, or if you did, you didn’t care.

He remembered the way you barely looked up when he walked inside. How you gave him a bored glance, barely more than a flick of the eyes. He’d tried to flirt, some dumb line about how people like you shouldn’t be allowed to roam around unsupervised with that kind of beauty.

You blinked. Bought your things. Walked right past him with a disinterested, “Excuse me.”

He’d fallen even more for you.

The bell above the door jingled softly as he stepped inside. The smell of paper, dried paint, beeswax, and wood polish washed over him, grounding him for a moment. Shelves stood crooked with age, packed tight with art supplies, tools, and handmade stationary.

“Good morning, sir-”

“Uhum. Morning,” Kaiser muttered, barely glancing at the shopkeeper as he headed toward the back aisle. He walked past rows of rolled-up parchment and watercolor tins, his hand brushing over jars of powdered pigment and delicate brushes.

He wanted to find anything that might mean something to you.

He didn’t know what to say, not really. Didn’t know how to apologize for everything that had happened. All he knew was that words wouldn’t be enough. Not from him. Not now. So maybe a gift would say it better. Kaiser stood in the middle of the aisle like a lost outlaw in a library, completely out of his depth and starting to get annoyed by it.

He stared blankly at the shelves. Pens. Sketchbooks. Paintbrushes. Pencils. Canvases. All things he could name, sure, but beyond that? Useless. He had no damn clue what any of it meant in your world. Would be dumb to buy you something you probably already had five of. And he sure as hell wasn’t about to grab the first thing that looked vaguely artistic and call it a day.

A voice chirped beside him.

“Need any help, sir?”

He glanced sideways, startled. It was the same shopgirl from before, young, bright-eyed, and entirely too observant for his liking.

“Uhhh-” he started, trying to collect a single coherent thought.

“Looking for something in particular?” she cut in before he could finish. She smiled like she already knew the answer.

Kaiser’s brows twitched together. The hell was her rush? Couldn’t she let a man think for a damn second?

“Yes?” he said, confused and slightly irritated.

“What is it? I can see you’re clearly not into this stuff. Did you come here to get a gift for someone?” she asked sweetly.

Kaiser blinked at her, jaw slack. What the hell—how does she— He caught himself and scoffed, making a face that landed somewhere between what the fuck and mind your business. But she wasn’t wrong.

“…Yeah. That.”

“Well then,” she grinned, “how can I help?”

He turned his face away slightly, hiding his tightening jaw and sharp exhale. He hated feeling out of control. Even more, he hated asking for help. But if this girl got him out faster, so be it.

“I don’t know,” he muttered. “Stuff to draw or something.”

“Ooooh, perfect!” she clapped her hands lightly. “We just got a new shipment this morning. Faber-Castell pencils, from Germany. Ever heard of them?”

He perked up at that. “From Germany, you say?”

“Yup!” she beamed. “Very high quality. Is the person a painter? Designer?”

“Uhhhh… I’d say both,” he answered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Then these might be perfect,” she said, grabbing a sleek black box off the shelf and handing it to him like it was a sacred relic. “Clean lines, smooth finish. Good enough for professionals, but easy for anyone to use.”

Kaiser hummed, flipping the box over in his hands. He didn’t really know what the hell he was looking at, but he liked the feel of it. Solid. Elegant. Thoughtful.

“I’m gettin’ these,” he said firmly, as if it were his own idea.

“Great! Anything else?”

That question spiraled into an unexpected whirlwind. Somehow, Kaiser left the shop twenty minutes later with a full bag of stuff he didn’t understand, several kinds of paper, a book on composition, two charcoal sets, a tin of graphite sticks, some brushes with animal-hair bristles, and a handful of accessories the girl promised were useful.

He didn’t remember agreeing to all of it. But she had talked fast and looked so damn sure of herself, and by the time he realized what was happening, he’d paid for half the store.

Still…one thing stood out.

The last item the girl had added, almost as an afterthought, was a simple little blue ribbon. Velvet, soft to the touch, tied in a delicate bow.

Kaiser stared at it in his hand as he walked out, boots kicking up little clouds of dust. The color was nice. Soft and cool, like the sky before nightfall. He imagined it in your hair, swaying as you walked ahead of him like always.

He smiled to himself, just a little.

“That one’s my favorite,” he muttered.

Not that he’d say it out loud. Kaiser stepped out of the shop with the bag of supplies slung loosely in one hand, the soft blue ribbon draped over his fingers. The sun was climbing now, casting long, golden streaks across the dry street. His boots struck the wooden planks of the sidewalk with slow, deliberate thuds, each one echoing like the tick of a clock.

When he reached his horse, the mare let out a sharp snort and immediately craned her neck toward him, trying to nibble at the dangling ribbon.

“Hey hey! Quit that,” Kaiser barked, pulling his hand back with a chuckle. “I’ll get your food, calm down. This ain’t for you.”

He rubbed her neck affectionately, trying not to smile too much. The ribbon was for you. He wasn’t sure what it would do, if anything, but he had to try something. Words weren’t exactly his strong suit. But this? This might get him halfway there.

Downstairs, in the soft quiet of the parlor room, you sat at the upright piano. The room was dimly lit, dust dancing lazily through the sunlight that filtered through the slats. Your fingers moved slowly across the ivory keys, tentative, delicate, like they were testing the floor after a storm.

You weren’t playing anything in particular. Just letting the notes bleed out of you. You’d calmed enough to stop shaking, but your breathing still came uneven, and now and then a sniffle would escape, quiet, involuntary.

Your voice, too, broke through in fragments. A soft murmur, barely audible, singing the words you half-remembered from somewhere long ago:

“At least the sea where liberty…will stand in place to seek the rule...the world…”

Then—knock, knock, knock.

Your hands froze mid-phrase. The final note rang out, hung in the air for a moment, and faded.

You sat still for a second, staring ahead. Then, with a soft sigh, you wiped at your cheeks and rested your hands on your thighs, grounding yourself before rising to your feet.

You moved toward the door slowly, hesitantly. “Who’s there?”

A voice answered, muffled but clear. “Letter carrier.”

You opened the door just a crack at first, cautious. A tall man stood there in a dust-coated coat, eyes politely lowered. “D/N L/N?”

You blinked. “…I’m his daughter.”

He gave a slight bow of the head, pressing a knuckle to the brim of his hat as he extended a single envelope.

“Delivered express. No charge today, miss.”

“…Thank you,” you murmured, taking it gingerly.

Without another word, you shut the door quietly behind you.

But you didn’t move.

You stood in the stillness of the hallway, eyes fixed on the card in your hands. The envelope was thin, off-white, sealed with a wax crest you didn’t recognize. You hadn’t even broken the seal yet, but your breath had caught in your throat, held hostage by whatever it might contain.

You pressed the card to your chest and stood there in silence, listening to the wind outside… and the sound of someone’s boots approaching, slowly, from beyond the porch.

You’d always respected your father’s privacy. His letters, his papers, his silences, you never once crossed that line. But this card...something about it didn’t sit right. It wasn’t the seal or the handwriting, it was the strange, heavy feeling in your chest the moment you touched it. Like a warning, almost.

A little glance…won’t do no harm, you told yourself.

You sat down on the worn velvet seat by the piano, folding your skirt beneath you. The envelope trembled slightly in your fingers as you broke the wax seal with care. The paper inside was thick and slightly yellowed at the edges, freshly written, but old in the way it made you feel.

You let out a quiet sniff as your eyes scanned the words.

Your lips moved silently, murmuring the contents like you needed to hear them out loud to believe them.

"Sent under discreet channel—by order and concern of the council. As of the latest developments in our district, the following names must be accounted for and relocated in silence. All moves must be made without suspicion or any hint of escape. Towns and villages are not to be warned in advance. Targeted searches will increase over the next days. Those named are considered priority for transfer, regardless of social or familial status. If resistance arises, secondary measures may be initiated..."

Your brow furrowed.

What…?

As you read further, you recognized several names. Men who worked with your father, names you’d overheard over dinner or in passing through his study. Associates from other cities, maybe even counties. You had never thought much of them. Just business. And then, your name.

“Y/N L/N.”

Right there in the middle of the list. No title, no explanation. Just your name, bold and solitary on the line.

“…without any hint of escape…”

You blinked at the words. Your fingers tightened around the edges of the letter.

“Why…?” you murmured.

Your heart began to beat a little faster, slow and uneven. You read the paragraph again. And again. The message didn’t explain much, just orders. Instructions. Warnings disguised in formal language.

Relocated in silence. Targeted searches. Priority for transfer.

You swallowed hard. The names kept running together now, the letters blurring slightly as the weight of it pressed down on your chest.

Why were you on that list?

Why would someone send this to your father, in secret, and include you?

You stared at the letter, the silence in the room suddenly deafening. The soft scent of dust and old wood from the piano didn’t soothe you anymore. You weren’t just scared.

You were suddenly aware that whatever was happening, it had already started.

The midday sun hung heavy in the sky, casting long blades of light through the thinning branches overhead. A dry breeze rustled through the grass, brushing over the scattered straw where Kaiser lay stretched out, hands behind his head, coat spread beneath him. His white horse grazed nearby, nosing at a patch of wild clover with lazy interest.

Kaiser’s eyes were closed, his face relaxed, almost boyish in the rare moment of quiet. One leg bent at the knee, boot rocking gently in rhythm to some half-thought tune in his head.

"Do ya think she’ll like it?" he asked aloud, voice muffled slightly by the arm he’d thrown over his eyes.

The horse huffed softly.

"Hm? Why you not answerin’?" he teased, lifting the arm to squint over at her. “Tch. Ungrateful.”

The mare gave a slow flick of her ears and went back to chewing.

“Uhum...she’ll like it. Of course she will. She’s not that heartless,” he said with a lopsided grin, letting his head fall back into the straw. His voice lowered to a murmur, more to himself than anyone. “Y/N, Y/N… Y/N…”

He said your name like it had just occurred to him how it really sounded, how it tasted when spoken softly, without rage or urgency. He stretched it out, slow and thoughtful, like a name carried on wind.

“You know,” he began, almost conspiratorial, “I had a dream ‘bout her last night.”

The horse didn’t look up.

“She was in my bed,” he continued, a lazy smirk pulling at his lips. “You should’ve seen her,” he muttered to the horse, who didn’t so much as glance up. “She looked so damn soft. Weren’t wearin’ no corset, no boots, nothin’ that kept her distant.”

He smiled to himself, slow and private.

“She laid next to me, no anger, no glare, no tension in her brow. Just…quiet. Just her. She had her hand on my chest like she meant to stay there.” His fingers pressed lightly to his own sternum, right where he remembered the warmth of your palm. “And she kissed me. Real slow-like. Not rushed. Not ‘cause we were drunk or pissed off. Just ‘cause she wanted to.”

His voice dipped lower.

“I remember her voice. Whisperin’ things she’d never say while awake. Callin’ me by my first name like it was a secret. Told me she missed me. Said I made her feel safe.”

His eyes fluttered shut at the memory, lips parting just a bit.

“She touched me so gentle, I thought I’d imagined it. Her fingers ran down my neck, my arms, like she was memorizing me. And when she climbed on top, she didn’t say a word. Just looked at me…like I was hers. and then…god”

A dry laugh escaped him.

“Never seen her look like that. So sure. So warm. Like she knew what she wanted and it was me, no one else.”

He paused, the grin fading slightly into something more fragile.

“And I held her close, real close,  her breath on my skin, her heartbeat next to mine.”

He rolled onto his side in the straw, facing the horse now.

“I didn’t want to wake up,” he admitted, voice hoarse.

The horse gave a small snort but didn’t move.

Kaiser sighed, brushing a hand down his face.

“She ain’t ever looked at me like that in real life. Maybe she never will.”

He reached over to his saddlebag and fingered the corner of the blue ribbon peeking out.

“But maybe she’ll wear the ribbon. And maybe that’s a start. But I’m still mad at her ok?”

He leaned back again, the name still dancing unspoken at the edge of his mouth. And for the first time in hours, he let himself hope. " I think she’s good in bed," Kaiser murmured, eyes half-lidded as he stretched out on the straw with a dopey grin. “Especially on top - A-OUCH!”

THWACK!

A thick leather belt snapped across his backside like a viper. He jolted upright with a yelp, rolling halfway over and clutching his hip.

“Ah! Miss Ir—ow ow ow—Miss Irene, why?!” he whined like a caught schoolboy.

Behind him stood the small, sturdy silhouette of Ms. Irene, arms crossed, her Sunday apron stained from cooking, and her belt already pulled back for a second swing.

“Been callin’ you for lunch for the past ten minutes, you little mule!” she barked, wagging the belt like a sheriff's badge. “You out here layin’ in dirt talkin’ about bed things like a fool in heat, leave your filthy dreams alone and get your boots in the kitchen!”

“You heard me?” Kaiser asked, scandalized.

“Yes, I did! Heard every damn word, and may God strike me blind if I ever hear it again!”

“I thought you had hearing problems-”

WHACK.

The second lash came quicker than a rattlesnake’s strike. He scrambled back, holding up his hands in surrender while laughing through his flinch. “Okay, okay! I’m coming, I’m coming-!” he cried, rolling to the other side, only to thud hard off the haystack.

He hit the ground with a grunt and a puff of straw, face down, groaning. “You fight like a veteran,” he muttered into the grass, rubbing his sore rear.

His horse, hearing the commotion, trotted over with a slow clip-clop and poked him gently in the ribs with her nose.

“I know, I know,” Kaiser sighed, rolling onto his back and brushing off his shirt. He reached up and gave her a little pat between the ears. “Stay here, alright? Don’t eat the ribbon.”

The mare flicked her tail, unimpressed.

Kaiser stood, brushing hay from his pants, wincing slightly with every step as he limped after Ms. Irene, who was already muttering about “young fools and their rotten brains.” The warm scent of stew and roasted vegetables filled the old wooden kitchen. The table creaked as Kaiser leaned forward with a lazy grin, one hand holding a fork like it was a revolver.

“You haven’t changed at all,” Ms. Irene muttered as she brought over a basket of fresh bread. “Twelve years, dealin’ with the same creature.”

“Mind you, I’m twenty-one now” Kaiser said, puffing out his chest proudly.

“Still growing,” she replied flatly without missing a beat.

Kaiser scoffed. “At least I got a little more mature now, no?”

“Not at all,” Ms. Irene quipped, wiping her hands on her apron.

“Awwwhh…” Kaiser pouted, slumping in his seat like a scolded puppy.

“You did get a little more mature,” came Mr. Ritter’s gravelly voice from behind a rustling newspaper. “Don’t listen to her.”

“See? Nice observation,” Kaiser smirked, turning his smug face toward Irene only for her to walk over and dab his mouth with a towel like he was a toddler. “What was that for?!”

“Eat your vegetables,” she ordered sternly.

“I don’t like ‘em. They’re green.”

“Michael.”

“I hate broccoli,” he grumbled.

“Michael Kaiser.”

“Fine…” he groaned, poking the broccoli with the tines of his fork like it had personally wronged him.

“You want me to feed you again?”

“Nononononono—!” he blurted in panic, shooting her a horrified look.

“Then eat.”

Ms. Irene marched back to the sink, mumbling something under her breath about “overgrown children and empty heads.”

Kaiser huffed dramatically and rested his cheek against his palm, sulking into his plate. “I come back here after nine months and this is how I get treated. I’m not ten anymore,” he muttered, spinning a single carrot like a roulette wheel.

“For us, you are,” Mr. Ritter said, lowering his newspaper with a smirk. “Our little cricket.”

Kaiser barely had time to react before the old man ruffled his hair, rough and affectionate.

“Jeez stop ittt!” Kaiser groaned, batting his hand away while laughing. “Y’all are lucky I like you.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t tan your hide for the things you said to your horse,” Irene called from the kitchen.

"for your information, her name is Athena" Kaiser slumped even lower in his seat, muttering, “and I said I was comin’ to lunch…”

The broccoli remained untouched. “You don’t understand how perfect she is to me,” Kaiser said, turning on his heel with theatrical flair. One hand on his chest, the other gesturing to the heavens, his smirk full of smug devotion. “Y/n was made for me.”

Ms. Irene didn’t even look up from kneading dough. “Mmmhmm.”

“I’m tellin’ you, she’s got that glow, the kind only the good ones got. I can tell she’d be great with kids.”

“You’d be enough for her to babysit,” she replied dryly, patting the dough flat with a sharp thwack.

Kaiser’s face dropped. “Okay, that’s harsh”

He stood up from the chair but something caught his eye, a photo album and numerous faded pictures scattered on a shelf. He paused mid-step and reached for the album, curiosity overtaking his fatigue.

“Wow, wow, wow…What’s this?” he murmured, flipping through its pages. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he discovered snapshots of himself when he was just a kid.

He picked up a particular photo, squinting as he examined it. A kid with a crooked grin stared back at him, all front teeth and scabbed knees, golden hair a wild mess.

“I look adorable,” Kaiser smirked, holding it up like a trophy.

“You were ten there,” Mr. Ritter replied, not even glancing up from his chair.

Kaiser chuckled, flipping to another picture. Then another. His smirk softened. His fingers slowed. The more he looked, the quieter he became.

“I was cute,” he said with a chuckle.

“You were eleven here,” came the steady voice of the man who had helped you earlier, leaning casually against the wall.

Kaiser’s smile widened as he studied the image. “How come I’ve never seen these before?”

The man nodded toward the album. “We lost this album for a few years. Didn’t get a chance to show it to you. This picture-” he pointed gently at one photo, “-was taken on the very same day you came here.”

Kaiser examined the photo closely. Compared to the other pictures, his eyes in this one were dark and tired, as if they had recorded not just a day, but a lifetime of weary determination.

“Anymore important memories, huh?” he murmured, voice soft with a mix of nostalgia and wonder. “I gotta go.”

“Already?” Ms. Irene asked, half-amused and half-concerned.

“Important stuff to do,” Kaiser replied with a wry smile.

With one last glance at the photos and the memories they held, he turned and headed to his room to change, leaving behind the remnants of his childhood, and maybe, just maybe, the promise of new beginnings.

He didn’t want them to see it, but a part of him was still raw, still quietly burning. All from you. And yet, he didn’t want to be mad at you. He couldn’t be, not really. So he swallowed it down, bit back the sting, tucked the ache where the rest of his storms lived, and shut the door behind him.

A beat of silence passed.

"MICHAEL, YOU DIDN’T EAT YOUR VEGGIES!!" came Ms. Irene’s shrill voice from the kitchen, piercing through the house like a bullet through peace.

Kaiser groaned from behind the door. “I knew I forgot something.”

he blinked. Once. Twice.

Then frowned.

He looked over the edge of his bed, only to be met with the sight of Shidou, lounging on the floor like he owned the place, arms behind his head, legs crossed.

“The hell you doing here?”

Kaiser didn’t bother sounding surprised. He knew better than to think a locked door would ever stop Shidou.

“Missed my favorite little bedbug,” Shidou smirked, teeth flashing. “Besides, thought you might wanna hear the latest disaster.”

Kaiser didn’t respond. He just stared, waiting for the inevitable madness.

Shidou sat up with a lazy stretch and spun his body around to face him, cross-legged like a mischievous schoolboy. “Remember that geezer from earlier? Somehow he escaped. Don’t ask me how, probably slipped through a drunk guard’s shadow or some dumb shit.”

Kaiser just raised a brow. Still not reacting.

Shidou grinned wider, undeterred. “Yeah, well, the bastard went straight for revenge, or insanity, who knows. Burnt down a flower shop with one of his old war buddies. A flower shop, bro. The one owned by that sweet lady with the cats? Gone. Toast. Ashes.”

“...How do you miss that bad?” Kaiser muttered under his breath, annoyed but not surprised.

“Right?” Shidou laughed, flopping back onto the bed before propping himself on his elbows. “Anyway. We figured we’d soften him up a bit first, y’know, break the man down.”

Kaiser glanced at him warily. “What the hell does that mean.”

Shidou wiggled his eyebrows. “We tossed him in a room with a few of the local ladies of the night.”

“Jesus Christ-”

“One round in,” Shidou interrupted with a flourish of his hand, “and the guy loses his damn mind. Starts yelling about ghosts, heaven, his wife, foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog. Then boom. Drops dead. Right there. Pants still on his ankles.”

Kaiser stared at him, arms crossed, unimpressed. “That’s not a story. That’s a war crime.”

“And that’s showbiz, baby,” Shidou replied with a wink.

“Oh- and one of the prostitutes took a bullet. Some trigger-happy idiot thought she was holding a knife. She was holding a shoe. And yeah then the old man disappeared after the shot”

Kaiser groaned and dragged a hand down his face.

Shidou beamed. “So. What’ve you been up to?”

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[silverwings920]

where’s the ‘absolutely not; i’ve got wet noodles for arms’ option? cuz that’s me. i nvr win in arm wrestling even against ppl who should theoretically be in the same demographic, and you expect me to beat pro athletes? i don’t care that they play football not handball, have you seen them block each other with them guns? fuck that, stay far, far away from me (no, don’t, i’d actually like to admire them real up close and personal, just bend down a little cuz im short af)

as for who i'm arm wrestling does it even matter? i'd lose no matter what, well, my faves to read xreader stuff about are kaiser, sae, rin, and nagi:

actually, now that i think about it: i'd probably win against nagi. not because i can beat him in a true contest of strength; i just don't think he'd try lol

that's fine, though, i love him bc i know he gives the best cuddles and won't ever get on my ass about playing games or reading fanfic instead of uhhh... being productive *jazz hands* (the others will, he won't, mwah, mwah, baby, i love you lol)

also, i think his hand would dwarf mine (just as his 190cm height dwarfs me by a whole fucking foot, it's not fair 😭😭😭)

he'd win and then we'd cuddle, with one arm wrapped around my waist and the other still covering my hands

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as for the others? well kaiser has an 80kg grip strength and i don't even weigh 60kg (like it's not even close?), so i think i'd rightfully a little scared to even start with him

he'd be like *smirk* 'we both know you wanna*, *pathetic puppy eyes* 'i've never done it before, you won't be my first?' *pouts*, *back to smirking* 'how about we make a deal, hmmm?', *smiles even wider, voice lowering and deepening, whispers in my ear* 'i'll make sure you have a good time regardless, promise', 'oh, alright, if you insist', and hook, line, and sinker

then again, he is my absolute fave; would i do it for the experience? hell, yeah, go ahead, crush my hand all you'd like, worth it

actually, i don't think he would even have the chance to use that grip strength; my arm would fold like origami lol

he'd definitely tease me a lot about how fast i went down (hmmm... let's say in both senses of the word because this was done on a bet: whoever wins gets control for the day) again, worth it

(yes, i am so down bad for this fictional blue-blond ombre rat-tailed, tattooed red eyeliner around gorgeous baby blues, blue rose-thorns-crown-lock tattooed man, how is it that i'm aroace irl? i have no fucking clue, ig they just don't make 'em like kaiser irl lmao)

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for rin and sae, i'm not sure how you'd even get them to agree. i'm pretty sure they'd both look at you like 'you're kidding, right? y would i waste my time with this childish stuff? we both know you're not gonna anyway. go bother some else.'

maybe rin could be goaded into it, especially if there are other blue lockers around, but i think sae'd probably have to be bribed (how? i'm not sure. i'm just a broke ass college student, what could i possibly offer him? peace and quiet, ig)

i think with rin, he'd probably accidentally slam your hand down way too quick and hard, and immediately start fretting. sure, he was trying to prove himself or whatever, but it wasn't worth getting you hurt over it. he spends the rest of the day hovering around you and carrying everything for you

with sae, he wouldn't necessarily hurt you, but he'd still try to get over it as quick as possible. when it's over, he's all like 'great, so now you'll leave me alone for the day' but then it's either shidou or luna or kaiser pestering him, or abnormal silence that he's forgotten he'd no longer used to because you're always around him, and he comes to find you just a few hours later, half-sulking because it's like you're no longer paying attention to him even though he was the one who asked for you to stay away ('no, i didn't, i just wanted quiet, you didn't have to leave' 'but you say i'm always loud' 'well, i like your version of loud')

also, a little bit about bachira bc i love him so much (can he replace my brother? let's be insane together. my brother's too normal)

i have a feeling we'd set up the table and everything to get ready for the arm wrestle that we decided to have on a whim, but then both immediately get distracted by something that we're removing from the table to clear space

'oh, hey, look what i found: my old sticker machine. it's been ages since i've used this thing, wanna try this out again?', *eyes sparkling* 'omg yes, let's. what should we make?', *already deep in thought, arm wrestle entirely forgotten* 'how about we...'

and then we both end up covered in little stickers by the time his mom comes home, and we eat dinner together, all the while laughing at all the stupid little stickers we stuck on each other

[silverwings920]

just wanted to give a shoutout to the lovely Aria_1305. she actually decided to flesh out this idea on Ao3 into an actual story. some things are a little different, but if you like this idea, i'd really recommend checking it out: The Language "Barrier".

i had a blast reading the first chapter, and I'm sure the rest will be just as fun!

So I have a stupid iski idea...

this idea has been stuck in my head for the past few days, and refuses to leave me alone, so here's something for the writers out there who need/want a spicy + comedy iski prompt (assuming my humor isn't too far off the mark lol)

idk how many people read dom/sub doujinshi's here, but something that just recently occurred to me bc i've started reading raws is that the dom voice lines/commands are often in English (or some foreign language) while normal speech is Japanese (e.g. 'Kiss' instead of 'キスして', 'Stay' instead of '待って', 'Look' instead of '見って', etc.).

anyway, the idea (v stupid & v cliche, i'm super aware):

basically iski have an established dom/sub relationship

when it started, Isagi barely knew any English or German, beyond small phrases of command or praise (like, 'Come', 'Speak', 'Stop', 'Gut' (German - good), 'Süß' (German - cute/sweet), etc.) that he uses in intimate moments (could be sexual, or just comfort) with Kaiser

note: he does this because he's aware that Kaiser needs the extra layer of delineation between their normal interactions and their dom/sub moments/scenes

Isagi's accent is kind of heavy when he uses his dom voice

outside of those moments, they usually just communicate with the Mikage translators on, which smooths out a lot of Isagi's voice & sounds very different from his dom voice

Kaiser kind of gets Pavlov'd into associating Isagi speaking English and German is reserved for when his guard is down / when he's safe / when he doesn't have to be all... 'God's Chosen Emperor'

as the Japan team progresses through the U20 World Cup, Isagi, along with the rest of the Blue Lockers, per Ego's insistence, starts learning to speak English more fluently, and makes Kaiser help him study

Kaiser agrees (all begrudging 'fine. i can't let you be an embarrassment to my image. you need to be able to at least talk to people without the translators as crutches')

soon, he realizes what a mistake he's made by agreeing to this because hearing Isagi actually speak English, as opposed to the translators filtering his voice, to him has a huge effect on him he never noticed before (because he was always already in a vulnerable state of mind when Isagi used it before)

he doesn't ever address this with Isagi because he doesn't want Isagi making fun of him or taking advantage of this knowledge (in the 'i want to be in full control of myself at all times'/'i'm not entirely ready to open up about everything yet'/'i don't wanna seem weak' kind of way, not implying that Isagi would actually manipulate him in any way)

over the years, Isagi and Kaiser grow closer, they learn each other's idiosyncrasies, and they even broach the topic of 'Kaiser's past', but Kaiser still never tells Isagi about the dom voice language thing, especially since he slowly got used to English thing and doesn't react to it as much anymore

then, Isagi signs a contract with BM (or any German team really) and has to, obviously, move to Germany

so, of course, he asks Kaiser to help him with his German

Kaiser, realizing what would happen to him if he were to agree, says something along the lines of 'absolutely fucking not. u can stay helpless babe around here. i'll say shit for you if really need it, because i'm so magnanimous, as long as i get to tease you for it lots'

Isagi, not at all realizing what Kaiser's refusal is about and thinking that he just wants to see him flounder, is just like 'fine. asshole' and never mentions it to Kaiser again

Kaiser breathes a sigh of relief, kind of assuming that Isagi will just leave it be, despite it making no sense that Isagi would just back down that easily

Isagi starts learning German in his own time, mostly so that when he doesn't have someone to help him communicate, he can still get by

he even gets help from Ness for a little bit (mainly bc Ness, no longer a full-time Kaiser glazer and fully aware of why Kaiser said no, is channeling his inner little shit and can't wait to see it all come crashing down on Kaiser. yes, he gets along quite well with Hiori now; Hiori denies all allegations of being a bad influence)

he still lets Kaiser speak for him most of the time when they're outside, getting groceries, having dinner, visiting places, etc. because he can tell that Kaiser is happy when he does it, and during interviews, he can usually get by with just English

eventually, somebody manages to dig up Kaiser's criminal record and it gets blown up in the media

Kaiser doesn't really care about the whole thing because he's already worked through that part of his past, but the media needs to be appeased so that it can move on to the next big thing, so BM arranges a press conference to deal with the situation, and Isagi is there, watching from the side

at first, it's going well, or well as it could, given the topic and nature of the media, but some rude tabloid writer/paparazzo has to ruin it

basically, he breaks code and starts deviating from the preapproved questions, as well as calling Kaiser all sorts of names, in German, of course

Kaiser is used to this plenty, he's called himself all those things plenty, heard it from many more people, but Isagi is incensed at the scene, his German atp good enough to understand every word

he immediately gets up from where he's leaning against the wall, finds his place beside Kaiser, and gets on his Slursagi bag IN GERMAN

again, Kaiser couldn't care less about the paparazzo, and was already signaling security to pull the dude out for disrupting the press conference when Isagi was making his way onstage, before, well, Slursagi engaged, locked and loaded with all the slurs he could remember and plenty more he made up in the five seconds it took him to get to the center of the room, giving zero fucks about his own reputation as golden boy, heart of Blue Lock, whatever

now, while this dude is basically peeing his pants from the verbal lashing Isagi is giving him, plus the legal action he's threatening, Kaiser is in true crisis mode, bc 'omfg, this is why i didn't want u to learn German. save me from this menace of man. scratch that, i'm right where i'm meant to be. but did he really have to do this in front of everyone? did this really have to be the way i found out? ness, i'm gonna kill you. i know you knew about this and you didn't fucking warn me. how dare you. i cannot be going into subspace during a fucking press conference. plz plz plz let this be over soon. i'm dying rn. omg, omg, omg, he's so fucking hot, his voice is so pretty and gravel-y, his accent is so smooth, save me. Yoichi, i'm gonna kill you for doing this to me in public. fuck that, let's seriously gtfo of here. like, rn'

luckily for Kaiser, that is basically the end of the press conference because their pr manager is like, 'even if it's for a teammate, we cannot have someone flying off the handle at the media like this'

so Kaiser and Isagi get to go off alone, at which point Isagi notices that Kaiser is unusually quiet, and is like 'what's wrong? if it's about what that dimwit said, obviously he's fucking wrong, he doesn't know anything about you and certainly has no right to be accusing you of shit when he can't even get his facts straight. actually, this whole media circus is just plain ridiculous. you were framed, like what the fuck? & u didn't that awful sperm donor of yours get arrested right then and there for literally hitting a child right in front of the police????' and he keeps going on this tangent, all still in German

Kaiser's still quiet, hoping Isagi will just shut up already because the German is really getting to him, when he finally can't take it anymore and whines, fucking whines, immediately stopping Isagi in his tracks

Isagi's all like, 'shit, i got too caught up in getting pissed with the situation, i gotta be paying attention to my sub. babe, what's wrong? do you wanna go back home?' (yes, Isagi moved in immediately when he got to Germany, Kaiser insisted)

Kaiser nods, and they race back

Isagi sets Kaiser on the couch and goes to fetch him water and a weighted blanket, still thinking that he's bothered by the paparazzo poking at old scars

instead, when Isagi gets back, he hears Kaiser muttering under his breath 'i knew this was gonna happen. shit. i knew this was gonna happen. i should've told him beforehand. so fucking embarrassing. and in public, too. no, actually, fuck Ness for never telling me about this. i know for a fact he knew. and that cyan ultra-sadist asshole. i'm sure he was in on it too. i'm gonna kill them both, then everyone else, then Yoichi, then myself. stupid, stupid, stupid body, getting conditioned on his stupid voice, what the fuck is wrong with me? his voice? are you kidding? no, no, no, this cannot be real. Michael, get a grip, you can't seriously just drop like this. not because of Yoichi's stupid, stupid voice-' before breaking off when he realizes that Isagi has come back, 'SHIT'

Isagi's like, 'wait, what do you mean my voice?' still ever so infuriatingly in German

'THAT, you fucking idiot!! stop it! stop talking in German! i fucking knew this was gonna happen, stupid, stupid Yoichi getting me conditioned to your stupid voice!!!' Kaiser spits out, his voice getting louder as he feels increasingly embarrassed by the situation he's found himself in.

'stop talking... in German? what's wrong with my German?' finally flipping back to English, and Isagi finally gets the memo, a sly smirk spreading on his face, 'Oooh. I see someone likes me speaking in German, is that what? is that why u didn't want me learning it? because i turned u on, because i made u feel safe? you should've told me, Mihya'

'AS fucking IF!!! clearly, my opinion or not, you'd learn the language. if i had told you, you'd only do that faster and use it against me! i know you, you asshole! you stupid dom!' Kaiser flusters

'of course, i would' Isagi responds smoothly, 'but i'd also make you feel so much better, wouldn't i?'

Kaiser gapes at his audacity, blustering a 'you- you fucking- shut up! no way! you stupid dom! what are you on about?! there's no w-'

'want to test that, baby? komm her, mein schöner Kaiser' (come here, my lovely emperor/beautiful Kaiser)

or, alternative ending (the original one, before i sat down and typed out the idea):

Kaiser immediately flushes when Isagi starts speaking German in the press conference room, shoots a quick glare at their PR manager to clean up this mess, and drags Isagi out of the room by the ear

'ow, ow, ow. what's up with that, Kaiser? i was just getting to the good part. he fucking deserved that for-' Isagi immediately switches back into Japanese, still ranting

'shut up! u dumb dom! what do u think u were doing out there?' Kaiser grills, slowly recovering from the shock of hearing Isagi's German

'huh? that dude was a fucking asshole; he needed a talking to!' Isagi insisted, not at all understanding what the issue was.

'not that! the German! what was up with that? when did u learn German behind my back??' Kaiser fumes

'huh, the German? oh, i just thought i might need it if no one was around to help me speak. what's wrong?' Isagi answers, still entirely oblivious

Kaiser drags a hand down his face as he tries to compose himself again. he opens his mouth, 'what's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG???? what's wrong is i nearly dropped in subspace because of it, you asshole!!'

'you- what? wait, because i spoke German?' Isagi burst out laughing 'no fucking way, is that why you didn't want to help me with it? because you knew how you'd react?'

'shut up! you trained my body into this, u fucking idiot! this is all because of you! it was already bad enough when you started learning English, you just had to go and learn German, too!' Kaiser twisted Isagi's ear harder

'ow, ow, ow. alright, alright. i'll stop teasing you, just stop being mad at me. lass es mich wiedergutmachen, ja?' Isagi purrs, pulling Kaiser in by the waist. (let me make it up to you, yeah?)

omake:

the following morning, before training:

Kaiser and Isagi walk into the locker room. them pulling off their shirts reveal a battleground, like they had been mauled by dogs

Hiori snorts, 'so what did it, hmm?' elbowing Isagi's side, eyebrows raising and smile widening in a knowing look 'was it the defending his honor, or the German?'

'wait! you knew?' Isagi shakes his head 'no, of course, you did. i just don't know how.'

Hiori smiles wider, waiting for him to continue

'the German, of course, though i don't know how you knew when i only just found out.'

Hiori giggles, and responds 'oh, Ness told me! apparently, Kaiser had the same reaction when we all started learning English!'

In the background:

'oh, shit! gotta run!!! how could you throw me under the bus like that, you ultra-sadist!'

'NNNEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! i'm gonna kill you!!!!'

Hiori whistles, 'what a great day today is. i'm gonna be raking in the cash today.'

[silverwings920]

tl;dr - dom!Isagi/sub!Kaiser, Isagi uses English + German for commands, kaiser gets Pavlov'd, Isagi learns German, kaiser finds out the hard way (read: gets flustered to hell and back in public)

So I have a stupid iski idea...

this idea has been stuck in my head for the past few days, and refuses to leave me alone, so here's something for the writers out there who need/want a spicy + comedy iski prompt (assuming my humor isn't too far off the mark lol)

idk how many people read dom/sub doujinshi's here, but something that just recently occurred to me bc i've started reading raws is that the dom voice lines/commands are often in English (or some foreign language) while normal speech is Japanese (e.g. 'Kiss' instead of 'キスして', 'Stay' instead of '待って', 'Look' instead of '見って', etc.).

anyway, the idea (v stupid & v cliche, i'm super aware):

basically iski have an established dom/sub relationship

when it started, Isagi barely knew any English or German, beyond small phrases of command or praise (like, 'Come', 'Speak', 'Stop', 'Gut' (German - good), 'Süß' (German - cute/sweet), etc.) that he uses in intimate moments (could be sexual, or just comfort) with Kaiser

note: he does this because he's aware that Kaiser needs the extra layer of delineation between their normal interactions and their dom/sub moments/scenes

Isagi's accent is kind of heavy when he uses his dom voice

outside of those moments, they usually just communicate with the Mikage translators on, which smooths out a lot of Isagi's voice & sounds very different from his dom voice

Kaiser kind of gets Pavlov'd into associating Isagi speaking English and German is reserved for when his guard is down / when he's safe / when he doesn't have to be all... 'God's Chosen Emperor'

as the Japan team progresses through the U20 World Cup, Isagi, along with the rest of the Blue Lockers, per Ego's insistence, starts learning to speak English more fluently, and makes Kaiser help him study

Kaiser agrees (all begrudging 'fine. i can't let you be an embarrassment to my image. you need to be able to at least talk to people without the translators as crutches')

soon, he realizes what a mistake he's made by agreeing to this because hearing Isagi actually speak English, as opposed to the translators filtering his voice, to him has a huge effect on him he never noticed before (because he was always already in a vulnerable state of mind when Isagi used it before)

he doesn't ever address this with Isagi because he doesn't want Isagi making fun of him or taking advantage of this knowledge (in the 'i want to be in full control of myself at all times'/'i'm not entirely ready to open up about everything yet'/'i don't wanna seem weak' kind of way, not implying that Isagi would actually manipulate him in any way)

over the years, Isagi and Kaiser grow closer, they learn each other's idiosyncrasies, and they even broach the topic of 'Kaiser's past', but Kaiser still never tells Isagi about the dom voice language thing, especially since he slowly got used to English thing and doesn't react to it as much anymore

then, Isagi signs a contract with BM (or any German team really) and has to, obviously, move to Germany

so, of course, he asks Kaiser to help him with his German

Kaiser, realizing what would happen to him if he were to agree, says something along the lines of 'absolutely fucking not. u can stay helpless babe around here. i'll say shit for you if really need it, because i'm so magnanimous, as long as i get to tease you for it lots'

Isagi, not at all realizing what Kaiser's refusal is about and thinking that he just wants to see him flounder, is just like 'fine. asshole' and never mentions it to Kaiser again

Kaiser breathes a sigh of relief, kind of assuming that Isagi will just leave it be, despite it making no sense that Isagi would just back down that easily

Isagi starts learning German in his own time, mostly so that when he doesn't have someone to help him communicate, he can still get by

he even gets help from Ness for a little bit (mainly bc Ness, no longer a full-time Kaiser glazer and fully aware of why Kaiser said no, is channeling his inner little shit and can't wait to see it all come crashing down on Kaiser. yes, he gets along quite well with Hiori now; Hiori denies all allegations of being a bad influence)

he still lets Kaiser speak for him most of the time when they're outside, getting groceries, having dinner, visiting places, etc. because he can tell that Kaiser is happy when he does it, and during interviews, he can usually get by with just English

eventually, somebody manages to dig up Kaiser's criminal record and it gets blown up in the media

Kaiser doesn't really care about the whole thing because he's already worked through that part of his past, but the media needs to be appeased so that it can move on to the next big thing, so BM arranges a press conference to deal with the situation, and Isagi is there, watching from the side

at first, it's going well, or well as it could, given the topic and nature of the media, but some rude tabloid writer/paparazzo has to ruin it

basically, he breaks code and starts deviating from the preapproved questions, as well as calling Kaiser all sorts of names, in German, of course

Kaiser is used to this plenty, he's called himself all those things plenty, heard it from many more people, but Isagi is incensed at the scene, his German atp good enough to understand every word

he immediately gets up from where he's leaning against the wall, finds his place beside Kaiser, and gets on his Slursagi bag IN GERMAN

again, Kaiser couldn't care less about the paparazzo, and was already signaling security to pull the dude out for disrupting the press conference when Isagi was making his way onstage, before, well, Slursagi engaged, locked and loaded with all the slurs he could remember and plenty more he made up in the five seconds it took him to get to the center of the room, giving zero fucks about his own reputation as golden boy, heart of Blue Lock, whatever

now, while this dude is basically peeing his pants from the verbal lashing Isagi is giving him, plus the legal action he's threatening, Kaiser is in true crisis mode, bc 'omfg, this is why i didn't want u to learn German. save me from this menace of man. scratch that, i'm right where i'm meant to be. but did he really have to do this in front of everyone? did this really have to be the way i found out? ness, i'm gonna kill you. i know you knew about this and you didn't fucking warn me. how dare you. i cannot be going into subspace during a fucking press conference. plz plz plz let this be over soon. i'm dying rn. omg, omg, omg, he's so fucking hot, his voice is so pretty and gravel-y, his accent is so smooth, save me. Yoichi, i'm gonna kill you for doing this to me in public. fuck that, let's seriously gtfo of here. like, rn'

luckily for Kaiser, that is basically the end of the press conference because their pr manager is like, 'even if it's for a teammate, we cannot have someone flying off the handle at the media like this'

so Kaiser and Isagi get to go off alone, at which point Isagi notices that Kaiser is unusually quiet, and is like 'what's wrong? if it's about what that dimwit said, obviously he's fucking wrong, he doesn't know anything about you and certainly has no right to be accusing you of shit when he can't even get his facts straight. actually, this whole media circus is just plain ridiculous. you were framed, like what the fuck? & u didn't that awful sperm donor of yours get arrested right then and there for literally hitting a child right in front of the police????' and he keeps going on this tangent, all still in German

Kaiser's still quiet, hoping Isagi will just shut up already because the German is really getting to him, when he finally can't take it anymore and whines, fucking whines, immediately stopping Isagi in his tracks

Isagi's all like, 'shit, i got too caught up in getting pissed with the situation, i gotta be paying attention to my sub. babe, what's wrong? do you wanna go back home?' (yes, Isagi moved in immediately when he got to Germany, Kaiser insisted)

Kaiser nods, and they race back

Isagi sets Kaiser on the couch and goes to fetch him water and a weighted blanket, still thinking that he's bothered by the paparazzo poking at old scars

instead, when Isagi gets back, he hears Kaiser muttering under his breath 'i knew this was gonna happen. shit. i knew this was gonna happen. i should've told him beforehand. so fucking embarrassing. and in public, too. no, actually, fuck Ness for never telling me about this. i know for a fact he knew. and that cyan ultra-sadist asshole. i'm sure he was in on it too. i'm gonna kill them both, then everyone else, then Yoichi, then myself. stupid, stupid, stupid body, getting conditioned on his stupid voice, what the fuck is wrong with me? his voice? are you kidding? no, no, no, this cannot be real. Michael, get a grip, you can't seriously just drop like this. not because of Yoichi's stupid, stupid voice-' before breaking off when he realizes that Isagi has come back, 'SHIT'

Isagi's like, 'wait, what do you mean my voice?' still ever so infuriatingly in German

'THAT, you fucking idiot!! stop it! stop talking in German! i fucking knew this was gonna happen, stupid, stupid Yoichi getting me conditioned to your stupid voice!!!' Kaiser spits out, his voice getting louder as he feels increasingly embarrassed by the situation he's found himself in.

'stop talking... in German? what's wrong with my German?' finally flipping back to English, and Isagi finally gets the memo, a sly smirk spreading on his face, 'Oooh. I see someone likes me speaking in German, is that what? is that why u didn't want me learning it? because i turned u on, because i made u feel safe? you should've told me, Mihya'

'AS fucking IF!!! clearly, my opinion or not, you'd learn the language. if i had told you, you'd only do that faster and use it against me! i know you, you asshole! you stupid dom!' Kaiser flusters

'of course, i would' Isagi responds smoothly, 'but i'd also make you feel so much better, wouldn't i?'

Kaiser gapes at his audacity, blustering a 'you- you fucking- shut up! no way! you stupid dom! what are you on about?! there's no w-'

'want to test that, baby? komm her, mein schöner Kaiser' (come here, my lovely emperor/beautiful Kaiser)

or, alternative ending (the original one, before i sat down and typed out the idea):

Kaiser immediately flushes when Isagi starts speaking German in the press conference room, shoots a quick glare at their PR manager to clean up this mess, and drags Isagi out of the room by the ear

'ow, ow, ow. what's up with that, Kaiser? i was just getting to the good part. he fucking deserved that for-' Isagi immediately switches back into Japanese, still ranting

'shut up! u dumb dom! what do u think u were doing out there?' Kaiser grills, slowly recovering from the shock of hearing Isagi's German

'huh? that dude was a fucking asshole; he needed a talking to!' Isagi insisted, not at all understanding what the issue was.

'not that! the German! what was up with that? when did u learn German behind my back??' Kaiser fumes

'huh, the German? oh, i just thought i might need it if no one was around to help me speak. what's wrong?' Isagi answers, still entirely oblivious

Kaiser drags a hand down his face as he tries to compose himself again. he opens his mouth, 'what's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG???? what's wrong is i nearly dropped in subspace because of it, you asshole!!'

'you- what? wait, because i spoke German?' Isagi burst out laughing 'no fucking way, is that why you didn't want to help me with it? because you knew how you'd react?'

'shut up! you trained my body into this, u fucking idiot! this is all because of you! it was already bad enough when you started learning English, you just had to go and learn German, too!' Kaiser twisted Isagi's ear harder

'ow, ow, ow. alright, alright. i'll stop teasing you, just stop being mad at me. lass es mich wiedergutmachen, ja?' Isagi purrs, pulling Kaiser in by the waist. (let me make it up to you, yeah?)

omake:

the following morning, before training:

Kaiser and Isagi walk into the locker room. them pulling off their shirts reveal a battleground, like they had been mauled by dogs

Hiori snorts, 'so what did it, hmm?' elbowing Isagi's side, eyebrows raising and smile widening in a knowing look 'was it the defending his honor, or the German?'

'wait! you knew?' Isagi shakes his head 'no, of course, you did. i just don't know how.'

Hiori smiles wider, waiting for him to continue

'the German, of course, though i don't know how you knew when i only just found out.'

Hiori giggles, and responds 'oh, Ness told me! apparently, Kaiser had the same reaction when we all started learning English!'

In the background:

'oh, shit! gotta run!!! how could you throw me under the bus like that, you ultra-sadist!'

'NNNEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! i'm gonna kill you!!!!'

Hiori whistles, 'what a great day today is. i'm gonna be raking in the cash today.'

[silverwings920]

And then there's Kaiser and Isagi: They're at once enemies throwing slurs and insults at each other left and right, but also always focused on each other enough to make fans watching name Kaisagi "best couple of the tournament! ♡" and telling them to "get married already!" And they're always complimenting each other in the weirdest ways, like wtf? What do you mean "yoichi, you're finally big enough to eat" and "playing soccer with yoichi was too fucking fun", Kaiser? What do you mean kaiser is "your ideal" and a "goddamn superstar" (which you've only ever used on noa otherwise), Isagi? Why did you insist that you were going to "fucking kill [Kaiser]" if it was the last thing you did, Isagi? And why did you interpret that as "I love you", Kaiser? Why the insistence on making each other kneel (entirely unprompted on either side)? Why the constant sabotaging each other's plays? Why the need to make each bm match about your two's fight for the throne? (There are two thrones, btw, a monarch's and their consort's) Also, literally Guns and Roses, helloooo????

Isagi with his teammates at Blue Lock

Bachira and Isagi: Besties, celebrating each other’s goals and laughing. Cuties.

Nagi and Isagi: Good friends, started as rivals and became a powerful duo. Nagi loves to head-Pat him.

Chigiri and Isagi: Really good friends, they played on the same team and Isagi encouraged him to face his demons. Isagi empowered the princess.

Rin and Isagi: Enemies, rival however they have good synergy, like all who play with Isagi, and Rin knows how to read his plays, for good and bad.

Kurona and Isagi: The shark boy became his partner in a team where he was alone since everything revolved around Michael Kaiser. He just follows Isagi’s plays but doesn’t have the metavision so can’t be a step ahead of him.

Hiori and Isagi: Maybe the best duo in Blue Lock. Hiori with metavision can predict his movements and sent passes without looking. He’s the best complement to Isagi’s play style.

Barou and Isagi: They are rivals but deep down they are friends too. Barou can read Isagi’s plays but not to connect but to steal the ball from him.

For you. Who do you like the most with Isagi?

[silverwings920]

So I have a stupid iski idea...

this idea has been stuck in my head for the past few days, and refuses to leave me alone, so here's something for the writers out there who need/want a spicy + comedy iski prompt (assuming my humor isn't too far off the mark lol)

idk how many people read dom/sub doujinshi's here, but something that just recently occurred to me bc i've started reading raws is that the dom voice lines/commands are often in English (or some foreign language) while normal speech is Japanese (e.g. 'Kiss' instead of 'キスして', 'Stay' instead of '待って', 'Look' instead of '見って', etc.).

anyway, the idea (v stupid & v cliche, i'm super aware):

basically iski have an established dom/sub relationship

when it started, Isagi barely knew any English or German, beyond small phrases of command or praise (like, 'Come', 'Speak', 'Stop', 'Gut' (German - good), 'Süß' (German - cute/sweet), etc.) that he uses in intimate moments (could be sexual, or just comfort) with Kaiser

note: he does this because he's aware that Kaiser needs the extra layer of delineation between their normal interactions and their dom/sub moments/scenes

Isagi's accent is kind of heavy when he uses his dom voice

outside of those moments, they usually just communicate with the Mikage translators on, which smooths out a lot of Isagi's voice & sounds very different from his dom voice

Kaiser kind of gets Pavlov'd into associating Isagi speaking English and German is reserved for when his guard is down / when he's safe / when he doesn't have to be all... 'God's Chosen Emperor'

as the Japan team progresses through the U20 World Cup, Isagi, along with the rest of the Blue Lockers, per Ego's insistence, starts learning to speak English more fluently, and makes Kaiser help him study

Kaiser agrees (all begrudging 'fine. i can't let you be an embarrassment to my image. you need to be able to at least talk to people without the translators as crutches')

soon, he realizes what a mistake he's made by agreeing to this because hearing Isagi actually speak English, as opposed to the translators filtering his voice, to him has a huge effect on him he never noticed before (because he was always already in a vulnerable state of mind when Isagi used it before)

he doesn't ever address this with Isagi because he doesn't want Isagi making fun of him or taking advantage of this knowledge (in the 'i want to be in full control of myself at all times'/'i'm not entirely ready to open up about everything yet'/'i don't wanna seem weak' kind of way, not implying that Isagi would actually manipulate him in any way)

over the years, Isagi and Kaiser grow closer, they learn each other's idiosyncrasies, and they even broach the topic of 'Kaiser's past', but Kaiser still never tells Isagi about the dom voice language thing, especially since he slowly got used to English thing and doesn't react to it as much anymore

then, Isagi signs a contract with BM (or any German team really) and has to, obviously, move to Germany

so, of course, he asks Kaiser to help him with his German

Kaiser, realizing what would happen to him if he were to agree, says something along the lines of 'absolutely fucking not. u can stay helpless babe around here. i'll say shit for you if really need it, because i'm so magnanimous, as long as i get to tease you for it lots'

Isagi, not at all realizing what Kaiser's refusal is about and thinking that he just wants to see him flounder, is just like 'fine. asshole' and never mentions it to Kaiser again

Kaiser breathes a sigh of relief, kind of assuming that Isagi will just leave it be, despite it making no sense that Isagi would just back down that easily

Isagi starts learning German in his own time, mostly so that when he doesn't have someone to help him communicate, he can still get by

he even gets help from Ness for a little bit (mainly bc Ness, no longer a full-time Kaiser glazer and fully aware of why Kaiser said no, is channeling his inner little shit and can't wait to see it all come crashing down on Kaiser. yes, he gets along quite well with Hiori now; Hiori denies all allegations of being a bad influence)

he still lets Kaiser speak for him most of the time when they're outside, getting groceries, having dinner, visiting places, etc. because he can tell that Kaiser is happy when he does it, and during interviews, he can usually get by with just English

eventually, somebody manages to dig up Kaiser's criminal record and it gets blown up in the media

Kaiser doesn't really care about the whole thing because he's already worked through that part of his past, but the media needs to be appeased so that it can move on to the next big thing, so BM arranges a press conference to deal with the situation, and Isagi is there, watching from the side

at first, it's going well, or well as it could, given the topic and nature of the media, but some rude tabloid writer/paparazzo has to ruin it

basically, he breaks code and starts deviating from the preapproved questions, as well as calling Kaiser all sorts of names, in German, of course

Kaiser is used to this plenty, he's called himself all those things plenty, heard it from many more people, but Isagi is incensed at the scene, his German atp good enough to understand every word

he immediately gets up from where he's leaning against the wall, finds his place beside Kaiser, and gets on his Slursagi bag IN GERMAN

again, Kaiser couldn't care less about the paparazzo, and was already signaling security to pull the dude out for disrupting the press conference when Isagi was making his way onstage, before, well, Slursagi engaged, locked and loaded with all the slurs he could remember and plenty more he made up in the five seconds it took him to get to the center of the room, giving zero fucks about his own reputation as golden boy, heart of Blue Lock, whatever

now, while this dude is basically peeing his pants from the verbal lashing Isagi is giving him, plus the legal action he's threatening, Kaiser is in true crisis mode, bc 'omfg, this is why i didn't want u to learn German. save me from this menace of man. scratch that, i'm right where i'm meant to be. but did he really have to do this in front of everyone? did this really have to be the way i found out? ness, i'm gonna kill you. i know you knew about this and you didn't fucking warn me. how dare you. i cannot be going into subspace during a fucking press conference. plz plz plz let this be over soon. i'm dying rn. omg, omg, omg, he's so fucking hot, his voice is so pretty and gravel-y, his accent is so smooth, save me. Yoichi, i'm gonna kill you for doing this to me in public. fuck that, let's seriously gtfo of here. like, rn'

luckily for Kaiser, that is basically the end of the press conference because their pr manager is like, 'even if it's for a teammate, we cannot have someone flying off the handle at the media like this'

so Kaiser and Isagi get to go off alone, at which point Isagi notices that Kaiser is unusually quiet, and is like 'what's wrong? if it's about what that dimwit said, obviously he's fucking wrong, he doesn't know anything about you and certainly has no right to be accusing you of shit when he can't even get his facts straight. actually, this whole media circus is just plain ridiculous. you were framed, like what the fuck? & u didn't that awful sperm donor of yours get arrested right then and there for literally hitting a child right in front of the police????' and he keeps going on this tangent, all still in German

Kaiser's still quiet, hoping Isagi will just shut up already because the German is really getting to him, when he finally can't take it anymore and whines, fucking whines, immediately stopping Isagi in his tracks

Isagi's all like, 'shit, i got too caught up in getting pissed with the situation, i gotta be paying attention to my sub. babe, what's wrong? do you wanna go back home?' (yes, Isagi moved in immediately when he got to Germany, Kaiser insisted)

Kaiser nods, and they race back

Isagi sets Kaiser on the couch and goes to fetch him water and a weighted blanket, still thinking that he's bothered by the paparazzo poking at old scars

instead, when Isagi gets back, he hears Kaiser muttering under his breath 'i knew this was gonna happen. shit. i knew this was gonna happen. i should've told him beforehand. so fucking embarrassing. and in public, too. no, actually, fuck Ness for never telling me about this. i know for a fact he knew. and that cyan ultra-sadist asshole. i'm sure he was in on it too. i'm gonna kill them both, then everyone else, then Yoichi, then myself. stupid, stupid, stupid body, getting conditioned on his stupid voice, what the fuck is wrong with me? his voice? are you kidding? no, no, no, this cannot be real. Michael, get a grip, you can't seriously just drop like this. not because of Yoichi's stupid, stupid voice-' before breaking off when he realizes that Isagi has come back, 'SHIT'

Isagi's like, 'wait, what do you mean my voice?' still ever so infuriatingly in German

'THAT, you fucking idiot!! stop it! stop talking in German! i fucking knew this was gonna happen, stupid, stupid Yoichi getting me conditioned to your stupid voice!!!' Kaiser spits out, his voice getting louder as he feels increasingly embarrassed by the situation he's found himself in.

'stop talking... in German? what's wrong with my German?' finally flipping back to English, and Isagi finally gets the memo, a sly smirk spreading on his face, 'Oooh. I see someone likes me speaking in German, is that what? is that why u didn't want me learning it? because i turned u on, because i made u feel safe? you should've told me, Mihya'

'AS fucking IF!!! clearly, my opinion or not, you'd learn the language. if i had told you, you'd only do that faster and use it against me! i know you, you asshole! you stupid dom!' Kaiser flusters

'of course, i would' Isagi responds smoothly, 'but i'd also make you feel so much better, wouldn't i?'

Kaiser gapes at his audacity, blustering a 'you- you fucking- shut up! no way! you stupid dom! what are you on about?! there's no w-'

'want to test that, baby? komm her, mein schöner Kaiser' (come here, my lovely emperor/beautiful Kaiser)

or, alternative ending (the original one, before i sat down and typed out the idea):

Kaiser immediately flushes when Isagi starts speaking German in the press conference room, shoots a quick glare at their PR manager to clean up this mess, and drags Isagi out of the room by the ear

'ow, ow, ow. what's up with that, Kaiser? i was just getting to the good part. he fucking deserved that for-' Isagi immediately switches back into Japanese, still ranting

'shut up! u dumb dom! what do u think u were doing out there?' Kaiser grills, slowly recovering from the shock of hearing Isagi's German

'huh? that dude was a fucking asshole; he needed a talking to!' Isagi insisted, not at all understanding what the issue was.

'not that! the German! what was up with that? when did u learn German behind my back??' Kaiser fumes

'huh, the German? oh, i just thought i might need it if no one was around to help me speak. what's wrong?' Isagi answers, still entirely oblivious

Kaiser drags a hand down his face as he tries to compose himself again. he opens his mouth, 'what's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG???? what's wrong is i nearly dropped in subspace because of it, you asshole!!'

'you- what? wait, because i spoke German?' Isagi burst out laughing 'no fucking way, is that why you didn't want to help me with it? because you knew how you'd react?'

'shut up! you trained my body into this, u fucking idiot! this is all because of you! it was already bad enough when you started learning English, you just had to go and learn German, too!' Kaiser twisted Isagi's ear harder

'ow, ow, ow. alright, alright. i'll stop teasing you, just stop being mad at me. lass es mich wiedergutmachen, ja?' Isagi purrs, pulling Kaiser in by the waist. (let me make it up to you, yeah?)

omake:

the following morning, before training:

Kaiser and Isagi walk into the locker room. them pulling off their shirts reveal a battleground, like they had been mauled by dogs

Hiori snorts, 'so what did it, hmm?' elbowing Isagi's side, eyebrows raising and smile widening in a knowing look 'was it the defending his honor, or the German?'

'wait! you knew?' Isagi shakes his head 'no, of course, you did. i just don't know how.'

Hiori smiles wider, waiting for him to continue

'the German, of course, though i don't know how you knew when i only just found out.'

Hiori giggles, and responds 'oh, Ness told me! apparently, Kaiser had the same reaction when we all started learning English!'

In the background:

'oh, shit! gotta run!!! how could you throw me under the bus like that, you ultra-sadist!'

'NNNEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! i'm gonna kill you!!!!'

Hiori whistles, 'what a great day today is. i'm gonna be raking in the cash today.'

[silverwings920]

omg, plz kaiser 3E, but like with the most obnoxiously ostentatious beg ever, like with a canopy, & blue roses vines climbing up the bed posts, & crazy craved head and footboards, & gold and sapphire detailing, & like, a million pillows, while kaiser's just toppled on the floor with the craziest bedhead known to mankind (& don't forget a gilded mirror for his morning ritual), maybe even his beat up soccer ball on the bed like in THAT scene in the anime

i just want it to be so him, like he tries to portray himself as his name sake (god's chosen emperor), but in actuality he's just a mess inside, so when he sleeps, he lets his guard down, so his messiness shines through

(ok, so maybe i've gone a little overboard with the detailing, but rly i just want all over the place kaiser, so feel free to ignore all the extra stuff)

That IS a super cute idea!

Unfortunately, that's a bit too detailed for something that is supposed to be a fun little doodle

I hope some cute, Hello Kitty pajamas and a disheveled Kaiser will suffice~♡

[silverwings920]

i swear he's my favorite character, my little pookie bear, my precious babygirl, that i love him so, so, so much, and want to give him all the hugs, comfort, and love in the world, whatever will set him on the path to healing, whatever will make him feel truly human all on his own, istfg, cross my heart and hope to die, all the things,

but, like, i also wanna watch him crash and burn, shatter into a million pieces, and stitch him back together only for it to happen all over again

oh, the complexities of loving a fictional character with issues (jazz hands)