#chigi blue lock

[vrmxlho]

omg ur so sweet pls :(

could i req an smau with chigiri or rin itoshi <3 something along the lines of a prank like maybe a breakup or lyric prank ?? but it’s ur choice rlly !! take care mwah

i’m gonna be honest i don’t like the idea of a lyrics prank cuz they literally never work unless they're orchestrated (which makes it cringe and also rlly obvious) so i'm just gonna do a breakup prank lol

cw: ooc + not proofread

chigiri hyoma

rin itoshi

[chifuya]

LOOK HOW HANDSOME THEY ARE HERE 🩷🤍💜

[izaanagi]

Hi, I was wondering if I could request for a scenario of bllk chigiri x reader (something fluff with him being over protective of you when the other boys are hitting on you or something) there's not many chigiri scenarios so I would love if you could do one for him 💞 thank you!

“Hey, get those dirty paws away from her, you filthy beasts,” you feel Chigiri’s serious voice tone, as he enters through the door. His presence overwhelms your senses for a split second, as the room tilts with you. Safety makes your knees buckle because of the sheer relief, and you do not feel alone anymore - alone in a room filled with testosterone and teenage pheromones that are simply too intense, too expecting, too willing to take even in the face of a refusal. 

You can hear Chigiri’s pacing around your standing frame, a hand settling along the small of your back, and his face turned towards you, as his scowl makes home on his delicate features, yet not marring them in the slightest. Chigiri Hyoma is the type of gorgeous to be breathtaking at the most desperate of moments, but in this moment, as other football players that remain nameless in your mind, you feel your breath hitch, your lungs struggling to process every healthy intake of breath. Chigiri’s hair strands linger over his shoulders, and his eyes, trained on you and not straining to acknowledge the busy voices stirring from across the room, are wide and mesmerizing. There is something dangerous in them, but he does not allow himself to do more than he already is. 

There are goosebumps covering your skin, as Chigiri skims over your frame with his eyes in order to make sure that everything is in place. 

“Are you okay? I am sorry you happened to be here as these assholes were trying to hound you because they have no manners,” he enunciates slowly as the words fill his mouth, the sound of a melody sung by cherry red lips slightly pouting. 

“Ah, yeah, yes,” you nod slowly, “I am okay now.”

And your heart stutters as Chigiri unleashes the softest of smiles upon you and nods in return. 

“Good, then. I’m going to put those hammerheads in place and if you want to, you could wait for me so then we could fix you some warm tea?” he proposes, a small kindling of hope blooming across his cheeks in the shape of a tiny blush, peppering his high cheekbones. 

“That would be amenable,” you respond, and Chigiri gives you another one of those rare smiles, a small dimple on the right side peeking in greeting. There is no reason for your heart to be hammering this way, but your brain is simply not supplying much useful information on how to deal with Chigiri Hyoma behaving like the prince you’re convinced he secretly is. 

You feel cold when Chigiri pries his fingers away from you, and prances towards the hungry herd that have been borderline harassing you on a date earlier. 

You’re blushing, and feel red,red,red, warm, on fire and yet so cold without Chigiri at your side. Time passes by you as the red-head pegs the other teens down a notch through his sharp tongue - but you barely notice. You feel still in time, ghost touch still lingering on your skin, without any reason. It does not matter that Chigiri has simply lightly brushed his fingers against your shirt, - the tenderness, protectiveness of the gestures makes you want to melt right there on the floor and contemplate the ceiling in peace. 

When Chigiri finally comes back, he scans over you warily - as you continue to replay the small, insignificant event in your mind. 

And then, he does it again. Chigiri takes your hand in his, larger, more slender - and cold, oh so cold. 

“Is this okay?” he asks, as if you could even compute that far. 

“Yes, this is perfectly fine,” you respond, but with little presence in mind, as Chigiri treads his fingers with his and tugs you along for the ride. 

It takes you three times for yourself to remember how to breathe.

[ryuuraion]

Shirt Cut Meme Blue Lock Edition Part 2! I’ve loved doing these cuz I’ve hardly ever drawn other Blue Lock characters other than Kuni and Chigi and it’s been so fun!!

[towl]

baby chigi (｡• ᴗ •｡) Blue Lock ⚽︎ EP07:"Rush"

[i-am-tiny-sun]

Pspspsps here’s a Chigiri fluff. It is absolutely meant to be this cheesy.

Tw: none

Category: ☁️fluff☁️; 🍡: enjoyable for all readers!; 🫧 new work!

Sleepy Chigiri would let you do just about anything to or for him. Your favorite thing to do while he’s falling asleep is brushing his hair.

It’s always so soft and pretty to begin with, but the cute faces he makes when you rub his head and brush the tresses is always worth more than the sensation of touching them.

His eyes were barely open at the moment while you talked and his lips were slightly parted. You could tell that he was really trying to stay awake and listen, but he was just too sleepy to absorb anything. Someone could tell him a joke while he’s like this and he wouldn’t even say anything because it would have flown over his head.

“Chigi?”

Chigiri hums in response to something you were telling him, he wasn’t really listening anyway since he was beginning to fall asleep. All he could focus on was your fingers running through his hair and massaging his scalp. He reminded you of a tired kitten.

“Nnn…”

He sighs, but he sounds tired. Instead, he rests his head on your lap. He moves your hand to his head wordlessly. You have to stifle your giggles when he shows you how to rub his head, knowing he’ll look at you with a scowl that’s about as terrifying as a biker gang of kittens.

You wouldn’t tell him that to his face though, not yet at least. Knowing how he is, he would find some kind of way to prove that he doesn’t radiate kitten energy.

Chigiri makes a little noise of complaint, tapping your hand insistently as he nuzzles your thighs. He huffs much like an angry kitten while he hugs you. Not wanting him to start biting, you complied and began stroking his head. He makes another noise, this time one of content, and he curls into you for warmth.

“Hey…Chigi? You alive?”

When Chigiri doesn’t respond, even when you start poking his cheek, you realize that he’s asleep.

He’s so pretty like this. But he would look even prettier with some butterfly clips and twin braids…

Chigiri stares at himself in the mirror.

You’ve indeed tied his hair into two braids with his fringe rolled and pinned back with bright blue butterfly clips. Just like the little butterflies that decorate his hair, his heart flutters when he remembers the affection you gave him last night. Reo glances at him and sees how flushed Chigiri is, firmly planting his hand on his forehead with a slightly loud slap.

“Hey, you sick?”

“I’m good!”

“If you say so- who did your hair?”

Chigiri swatted at Reo, much like a kitten batting at a toy mouse.

“Hissss! Don’t touch it!”

“Awww, was it your lover? How sweet!”

“Shush!”

A/N: This is my first Blue Lock fic! Do y’all like it? I saw his pretty face and said “yes, I will write the fluffiest fluff for him”.

This is also a distraction from the fact that I am now working on a yandere Blue Lock project 👀

[giggly-squiggily]

Top five comfort characters? :3

Under the cut cause this got long because (mostly due to pictures) FEELINGS

5.) James "Jem" Carstairs- The Infernal Devices Series

My actual HUSBAND. I love, love, LOVE Jem to death- he's the literal sweetest, most patient angel a person could ever ask for. His big shining moments are of course in the Clockworks, but throughout the entirety of the Shadowhunter Chronicles he's just such a sweetie? I'm rereading the series in prep for the Lost Hours trilogy and I've been reminded of how much I love him.

4.) Therion- Octopath Traveler

Listen- I adore him? I love Octopath Traveler, and I'm loving Octopath Traveler 2 recently. I can't say for certain who's my comfort character yet for the new game, but the OG? This man. Sarcastic, speedy, kinda dumb but in the best way? He's a bit of a Hawks-like character only more cynical. I could yell about him for hours, that's how much I love him. And he's a Theif! :D

3.) Langa Hasegawa- Sk8 The Infinity

Snow baby- my literal angel. I love him so freaking much it hurts! Langa is a doll and deserves the entire world plus some. He was an instant fave for me when I started watching Sk8- something I hadn't expected! (I was for sure it was gonna be Cherry who took my heart and soul! Like- he did. But Langa got there first). Just look at that SMILE!!!

2.) Misturi Kanroji- Demon Slayer

This wouldn't be a comfort list without Misturi! My babygirl- the sweetest angel of the Hashira who deserves only happiness and love. Sometimes I pretend to be her when I have to do something brave because she's such a strong and optimistic character aljerjajkrekrakj But yes- my girl!

1.) Chigiri Hyoma- Blue Lock

Is anyone surprised? Love at first sight- this one. I relate to Chigiri's backstory so hard? I tore my MCL back in middle school, so not the same ligament but definitely a relatable recovery story. Between that, his entire character, and the fact I am WEAK for fictional redheads; my newest comfort character has arrived! (Also just realized Chigi shares at least one attribute with everyone previously mentioned. This was destined to happen kjdarkjekjreajkr)

Thanks for asking! :D

[semisutopia]

𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵

chigiri x gn!reader

“chigi-choo-choo!”, you call out as you enter his room with a bright smile. 

the said chigiri is blowdrying his hair as per usual on his bed and looks up at you with a slightly perturbed expression. 

“i’ve told you not to call me that, y/n”, he smiles slightly at you and switches the hairdryer off, placing it on the stand next to his bed. 

you shrug and sit next to him on his bed, “but i like it!”. 

he sighs at your response and places his hands behind him, resting on them. “so, what do you need?”.

you break out into a smile and answer, “i have a question”. “what’s up?”, he replies, looking at you with interest. 

“if i were to write a fanfiction about you and me, what do you think it should be about?”

chigiri is taken by surprise by this question and a small blush spreads across his face. “huh?..uh..”. he takes a deep breath and thinks of an answer. “something nice and wholesome, of course”, he replies confidently. 

“well yeah, no shit. but give me a prompt or something! i can’t think of anything!”, you sigh and slump down on his bed.

he thinks for another moment before answering, “well, how about something that takes place here at blue lock? how about we try a romance story that takes place here?”. he smiles as he says this. it was a little cliché but he thought it was something the both of you would enjoy. “is that okay?”.

you smile and tilt you head at him slightly. “okay, give me more details”.

“hmm, well how about this: you and i live in the same dorm. you’ve had your eye on me since the first day you started at blue lock. you thought i’m really cute and are very interested in me..does this sound good?”, he asks, blushing more. 

you sit up and laugh at him. “you had that all ready to go, huh?”. 

he blushes and looks away, feeling embarrassed. “well, maybe…”. he looks back at you and asks, “do you like it though? i can change it if you don’t want to go with this one”. 

you shake your head defensively, “nah, it’s fine. but give me a few more details please”.

“alright alright”, he says and thinks for a moment before talking. “how about this: we go through our days at blue lock; i have my football days and you have yours, and over time we start growing closer and closer. it’s wholesome and cute, but at the same time, also a bit spicy? how about that?”, he asks with a slight smirk.

you laugh at him loudly, “PFFFFFT- SPICY?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘SPICY’??”. you hold your stomach while laughing and double over, losing your mind over what he said. 

“aha..well, like, you know..”, he blushes slightly. “like a few kisses here and there and stuff”. 

you hit the back of his head. “bruh, that’s not ‘spicy’, that’s just normal!!”. he chuckles slightly at your reaction. “alright alright, my bad. then what should we do, huh?”.

you place your elbows behind you on his bed and lean on them, looking up at him with a bored expression. “i don’t know! that’s why i came to you”. 

he thinks for another moment before speaking with a slight smile. “you know, i think it would be really cute if we had a date during the story. what if we went to the mall in this story, and just had a nice time together? maybe we can go to a restaurant, go shopping a little. would you like that?”.

you raise your eyebrows at him and smirk. “sounds like you wanna do all this stuff with me in real life”. 

“maybe i do..”, he says with a smile before teasing you a bit. “why? does that bother you, y/n?”.

you lean closer to him and tilt you head innocently at him. “no. not at all..”.

his heart starts to beat faster and the blush on his face reddens to the same colour as his eyes and hair. his eyes are fixated on yours and he smiles back, placing a finger under your chin and leaning closer. “is that so?”, he whispers quietly. 

you hum in response. “hm~”. he responds the same way, “hmm~”. he continues to lean in so your faces are mere inches apart. 

your eyes flicker between all of his facial features from his hairline to his nose to his lips, stopping at his eyes. you tilt his chin up with your fingers and stare up at him. “are you mocking me, hyoma?”.

he smiles more at your action and caresses your jawline with his thumb. “maybe i am..”, he whispers back with a slight smirk. 

you pout in response, your eyes flickering to his lips briefly then back to his eyes. “that’s mean”. he smiles softly at your comment and leans in even closer whispering, “you’re cute when you pout”. 

he closes the gap between your lips and places a chaste kiss on your lips. 

you freeze in place as he does and pull away after a moment, touching your lips with your fingertips gently. “you…kissed me”.

“was that okay?”, he asks as his eyes flicker between your own, worried he might have gone too far. “i can go a lot slower if that was too fast”.

“no..it was fine”, you breathe out and smile softly. “you actually kissed me”, you whisper. 

he can’t help but smile back at you, placing his hand on your cheek and stroking it gently. “i’m glad you liked it”, he says before letting out a chuckle. “sorry if i went a little too fast, i was just excited”. he breaks out into a sheepish smile. 

you chuckle in return and raise your hand to brush a few strands of hair from his forehead. “well, you’re not a speedster for nothing, right?”. 

he laughs quietly in response to your joke. “yeah, i guess. but, i’m more than willing to slow down for you”.

you smile and lie back down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. “i don’t mind going fast, actually”. 

chigiri’s heart skips a beat at your reply but keeps his face cool as usual. he lets out a chuckle and lies down next to you, facing you. 

“guess we’ll have plenty of time to experiment then”. 

all rights go to @semisutopia on tumblr. please don't copy or plagiarise my work. that's really lame of you.

tag list: @venusbby @jisbizarre @dragons-and-skulls @nagicore @nagiisangel

[toushitro]

im gonna say it right now

im on the nagi/chigiri boat until something makes me not like them together and no one can stop me

chapter 69 really said chigiri and nagi are gonna be cUTE as fuCK together and im all here for that

[blogmaria333ph]

Broken Part 1

Summary: Iceland must live with North and South Italy. He quickly grows comfortable with one, only to lose the nation in under a year of being together.

So, here is the first part of this story. Broken is a two-part story based on a Vocaloid song called Error.

What had he done wrong? Everything hurt... Why is he alone?

He can't be gone... He promised me we'd start the next year together... That I wouldn't have to feel so alone anymore... Damn it! It hurts... Why did you go? I miss you... I love you so much...

"Sorry... We couldn't help you at all..." his brother sounded far away, though they were sitting right next to each other. Blue eyes looked at him in sorrow. The man's words echoed in his mind, even as he gave a rare smile to the other. "Lukas," he began with a sigh, "I know you did your best. Look on the bright side. Russia isn't the one I'll be living with." His voice was soft, almost a whisper. His violet eyes shone with resignation and relief.

He would worry if someone like Russia had agreed to take him in, no matter how short a time it must be.

He combed his right hand through his short light blond hair, a gesture he picked up from one of his soon to be bosses. "You're right. At least we know they would never abuse their authority..." his brother replied, hands gently tugging at short blonde hair. "Emil..." They looked to the doorway where the rest of their family stood.

" Time to go..." the oldest announced, blue green eyes looking solemnly at the wall beside them. "We'll miss you... But I'm sure they would let us visit and chat with you. Calls would probably be fine, too..." he added, his short blond hair fluttering as he nodded to himself.

"Berwald's right!" the man beside him cheered, violet eyes shining with unshed tears. "I know for a fact that they would never want you to feel restrained! Right, Matthias?" he put a white hat on his blond hair as he announced this.

"Hehe~ That's right, Tino! We don't have to worry at all!" the speaker's blue eyes seemed to disagree with his words. He closed them as he said, "They're nice! Really nice!" his left hand combed through tussled blond hair as he said this.

"Thanks guys..." Emil gave them a soft, genuine smile.

They arrived at the airport not an hour later, each exuding an air of sadness. They had opted to be less formal and more casual today.

Berwald was the first to get off the car. He straightened his blue shirt and dusted his pale brown pants before helping Tino out. The latter gave a grateful look, making sure his green shirt wasn't wrinkled. He felt his phone vibrate within the pocket of his white pants and pulled it out.

Matthias stepped out not a moment later, his hands hiding in the pockets of his black pants. Berwald huffed at his appearance, before deliberately straightening the man's deep blue shirt. Lukas hesitantly got off the car, as well. He pulled his white jacket tighter to his person before his left hand took something out of the pocket of his black pants.

Emil immediately began to walk into the airport, albeit slowly. He straightened his white dress shirt as he walked. Lukas followed his brother into the airport, the others walking behind him. Emil searched for something in the pocket of his black pants before looking to Matthias. Violet eyes bore into the man's own.

"You took my ticket."

The statement was spoken in a factual manner. Matthias cringed at the bluntness of his surrogate brother, before raising his hands in defeat. "You seriously took his ticket?!"  Tino was quick to reprimand him. "Haven't we established that we can still stay connected with each other?! Why would you do this?!" 

The accused simply gave a nervous laugh.

Matthias pulled the ticket from the pocket of his pants. "I just feel like... everything's... going to change now... our pace of living and... and..." seeing the usually happy man crying set off even more tears.

Emil felt touched that his family cared this much for him. He could not stop the words any longer. "I'll miss you..." his voice wavered as he began, "I promise to call you... at least once every day... and we can even... have video calls... and we'll chat... as often as possible and... and..." Emil found that he could no longer speak after that.

All he could do was cry as Lukas held him tightly. The others were quick to join in on the session.

They rarely hugged each other, and it was now ever more important for Emil to know that they loved him. That they will always love him.

"I have to go now..." Emil's voice was hoarse from crying. Berwald reluctantly pulled himself and Tino out of the group hug. Matthias moved slowly, as if savoring the moment. It took a few more minutes and coaxing from the others before Lukas detached himself from his brother.

Emil made his way to the boarding gate, all the while thinking of how this would end.

As the plane began to take off, Emil saw his family giving him each of their own farewells.

"...Thank you for flying with Icelandair*. We hope you enjoy your stay." Emil groggily stood as the announcement ended. He made his way through the crowds, mindful not to hit anyone in his sleepy state. He reached the luggage area without trouble.

"Welcome to Milan, Italy!" the woman at the counter spoke in Italian before giving him a look. "Hey cutie~ got any plans?" Emil couldn't really understand her that much so he decided to move on, giving her an apologetic look as he proceeded to the doors.

He did not know what he was expecting to happen, but the following scenario did not even cross his mind. As soon as he stepped outside, he heard a somewhat familiar voice call out to him.

"Ciao~ Over here!" it wasn't hard to find the one who shouted, especially since they spoke in English. He walked over to a pair of young men, standing just a few steps away from a Lamborgini. The one who shouted was waving at him, brown shirt scrunching up at the gesture.

The man's smile was contagious, it seemed, for Emil soon found himself smiling as well.

"How was your flight? I hope the personnel were all nice! If you want, we can take a tour of the city first! It's only twelve in the afternoon! Oh, wait! You must be tired! Let's hurry back to our place so you can rest." The barrage of questions confused him.

The man's usually closed eyes were open, gentle brown eyes locking with shocked violet. "Ve~ Sorry... I tend to ramble a lot. Ludwig's mentioned it before... Kiku doesn't seem to mind, though... Lovi, too, right? Oh! Do you like art? We have lots of places full of art, right, brother?" the man's left hand pulled something from the pocket of his black pants. "Here you go~"

Emil stared at the bar of chocolate being offered to him. "I can't give you pasta right now, sorry..." Emil doesn't know why, but he really wants to comb his fingers through the man's brown hair. "We could go see some art galleries, right? Maybe go to a diner?" The man had turned to his right to address his brother. Emil felt dizzy. "Ah... I'm a bit tired..." and he was.

Being on the plane for four hours and seventeen minutes can do that to a person and nation.

"Where will I be staying?"

"You're staying at our place, stupid! Hurry up so we can leave already!" the one who spoke looked at him, hazel eyes glaring. Emil blinked at the man, who only crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn't that fluent in Italian, but he was sure the other had insulted him.

"Ve~ Brother! Don't be mean! Let's go back now, yes?" the cheery man held Emil's hand in his own, gently pulling him to the car. The brother was quick to gather Emil's luggage and put them in the trunk. He tried to stay awake but as soon as he sat, Emil began to drift into sleep.

"Ve~ you must really be tired..."

The moment the sun broke through the horizon, he was already up and moving. By the time the clock stroke eight, the heavenly scent of food filled the large house. This was how his brothers woke up.

"Feliciano?!" the surprised exclamation echoed in the otherwise silent house. "Good morning, Lovino! Good morning, Marcello! We're having Capelli d'angelo* for breakfast today~" the sound of their brother's light, happy voice caused them to stop and wonder.

"Ve~ I wonder if he'd like to sample some of my pasta dishes... Maybe art galleries? Lovi, Marci... Where should I take him to?"

The addressed simply blinked at their brother's state.

He was fussing over their soon to be new friend while making breakfast.

"Big brother Feli... Let me finish breakfast. You and big brother Lovi need to get ready for when he arrives, yes?" the youngest of the three stated in a serious manner before walking over to the stove. The oldest clicked his tongue.

"Chigi! Why are you even fussing this much, Feli? He probably wants to hurry and go home!"

"Ve~ but Lovi~ I want him to enjoy his stay here! Besides... This might be the only chance I get..."

Lovino's hazel eyes widened at the last part. He sighed, going upstairs to prepare for the day. Marcello's own green eyes looked at Feliciano in question. Feliciano sighed, right hand clutching at his chest. "Ve~ I want to get to know him more... before I fade away..."

The words hurt too much to hear, let alone to believe.

All three of them knew, with Venice sinking, that the personification of North Italy would vanish as well.

However, none of them wished to accept the fact.

Lovino chose to wear a pair of black pants, which went well with his dark brown shirt. His hazel eyes narrowed as his thoughts ran around in circles. This is a curse! A curse, I say! He continued to repeat the mantra until he was fully clothed and waiting by the car. He won't vanish... not for a long while... so why worry?

Except... all three of them knew it...

He still has time... he can still love and be loved... Damn it!

"Ve? Lovi...? What's wrong?" the words of his precious baby brother seemed to strike a chord into his heart. "Nothing's wrong! Damn it!" Lovino hastily got into the driver's seat and waited for the other to get in the car. Nothing's wrong. You're safe and not dying... Idiot! Don't cry in front of him!

The drive to the airport was sullen, with Feliciano trying his best to lighten the mood.

Ve~ I wonder if he'll enjoy his stay here... I hope he does! We can finally spend time together now, ve~ His thoughts strayed from his brother's apparent negativity towards their incoming housemate. I wonder if he likes sweets... I could make him tiramisú* later~

Iceland Air is an airline that travels from Reykjavik, Iceland to a select few cities in Italy.

Capelli d'angelo is a type of Italian pasta.

Tiramisú is an Italian dessert.