When They See You Wearing Their Jersey ♡♡

ON MY KNEES BEGGING PLEASE MORE KAISER X HOGWARTS AU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🫡

characters ; slytherin!kaiser, professor!kaiser | wc ; 1.9k contains ; hogwarts au, aged-up characters, kind of major character death (?), gn!reader, no pronouns used, not edited as of 02/17

i'm gonna come back to the present with this one, where you and kaiser are years older, both respectable professors with a rivalry that just cannot die down for the life of itself. he's preparing a boggart for tomorrow's class period for his defense against the dark arts class, watching as some of the academy's attendants roll in an antiqe grandfather clock, where it shakes violently on the cart despite all the chains its confined in.

it had been awhile since he had faced a boggart, he thinks to himself as the attendants settle the clock down with a loud thud. he figures he has to tame it it for a bit to be suitable for the children—apparent enough so that the lesson can be taught properly, but not so much so that it'd harm them (though, he does supposes that one bratty gryffindor third year could do with some discipline).

he mutters an appreciation of thanks to the attendants that leave, giving them their respects to one of hogwarts acclaimed professors of the decade. kaiser eyes the chains on the clock and casts a spell that retracts them from the clock. the shaking eventually settles itself down, now with less restrictions to confine the creature it holds. kaiser sighs and cracks his necks free of tension, removing his reading glasses and wanting to get this over with so he can hurry up and attend his final duties for tonight.

he was fourteen when he confronted a boggart for the first time. it was in front of anyone that he revealed his worst fear was his very own father, and the boggart stood before him in the shape of his old man the last time he saw him before he was taken away and left kaiser to fend for himself as an orphan. there he stood in front of kaiser—in a greasy wifebeater stained with beer and striped underpants that just barely covered himself. a large scowl appeared on his face, the last emotion kaiser saw on him before a couple of aurors took him away from that wretched home.

now in his late twenties, kaiser can't imagine that much has changed. he's seen and dealt with things much more horrifying than a drunken father, but his courage withstood all, and the fear was short-lived. the image of his father, however, still managed to stain his head even after all these years.

as he circles his desk, he stares at the grandfather clock, cocking a brow when it begins to shudder again the closer he comes to it; as though it can sense his presence. he waits patiently, his wand at the ready in his hand as the pendulum door slowly opens with a familiar hand creeping out. kaiser's eyes narrow, recognizing the wedding band that wounds itself around a swollen finger.

eventually, the figure of his father steps out of the case, deep blue eyes that match kaiser's own staring directly up at him. kaiser was only barely four feet tall when his father was permanently severed from his life. he towers over him now, at six foot two, but despite it, he still feels a slight falter in his knees.

the father/boggart smirks evilly, the beer bottle fisted in his right hand going to point at him accusingly.

"sub-human trash," the father/boggart spits at him, saliva speckling onto kaiser's cheek. "useless. a creature that's lower than animals, than filth itself!"

kaiser huffs a spare lock of hair out of his face, feeling slightly unfazed when the father/boggart approaches him eerily slow. he yawns tiredly, preparing his wand to conduct a spell.

"you're a piece of sh—"

the boggart/father suddenly stopped in its tracks, stuttering. it attempted to sound the word "shit" out, but was stuck on the "sh" syllable, repeating it over and over again as its form wobbled and shook. kaiser stiffens suddenly, a crease in his forehead forming from the furrow of his brows when the boggart stays paralyzed in its spot.

this was odd. this had never happened before. he hadn't even casted the charm yet, so he was perplexed as to why it was already beginning to change when he hadn't done anything yet.

the boggart/father groans out suddenly, as if it was in pain, then suddenly its current form vanished into black smoke, before it quickly resembled a new form that made kaiser's blood run cold.

confounded, he was no longer staring at the image of his father, but rather...

you.

you stand still in front of him ever so patiently, a soft smile that you rarely ever gave to him upon your lips. your hair still as elegant as ever, falling and framing your face in a portrait-like fashion. you had your everyday cloak on, looking nothing less of lovely despite the plain-looking clothes. your eyes, warm and inviting, as they soften at him.

kaiser saw you everyday since you and him started working together, whether it be in passing or in the same meeting room. but in this form, you looked more radiant than usual, almost hypnotizingly so.

something switched in kaiser's brain. you were normally untouchable to him, some sort of forcefield around you that constantly kept him at bay away from you. you always seemed to constantly keep him at arm's distance, just close enough for him to look at you clearly but never touch you. yet, somehow, this form of you seems to have gotten rid of that shield around you and you're looking at him with a placidity that you only granted to those that were deserving of it.

so kaiser's breath hitched accordingly so when your voice had whispered out a gentle sound to him that made his head spin.

"michael," you greet so tenderly to him, the smile still settled on your lips.

michael...

right, his name. his... his first name. his given name. it felt odd hearing it sometimes, considering that the name never came out of his own father's lips because he thought of saying his own son's name felt like a sin as it was one of the last things his ex-lover had left him sparingly. he was used to being referred to as his last name, so whenever he heard "michael", even if it wasn't directed towards him, it made kaiser's heart clutch with a longing.

but hearing it from your own lips made a familiar weakening in his knees spread throughout the course of his body. it felt... melodious to him, when it came out of your voice. you beckon him so fondly with it, and kaiser can't help but take a step forward with a hand out towards you.

the moment his entire foot sets itself on the ground, however, granting him one step closer to you, a horrid spark of green light suddenly shoots out from behind you, striking you directly from the back and webbing you with green lightening. you let out an excruciatingly painful shriek that echoes hauntingly through the classroom before you go limp and crumple to the ground, lying face up.

kaiser's jaw unhinges from itself, a strangled sound coming out of his throat when he stares what was in front of him.

he automatically takes his step back, creating a space between you and him as your face falls toward him, your eyes visibly having no life and warmth left in them. his chest tightens and hands shake as his body continues to force him to stare at your lifeless body in front of him.

his mouth goes dry, body frozen in place. kaiser suddenly feels his fingers twitch and uses that singular act of rebellion in his body to cast the charm before the shock fully settled into place inside his body.

"RIDDIKULUS!" he hollers, his wand pointing at your lifeless body before the charm protrudes out of his wand and transforms the boggart into a figure of yoichi isagi getting tomatoes thrown at him from an invisible crowd. normally such a sight would make kaiser laugh hysterically, but the shock from before instills some remnants in his nerves, so he casts the boggart back into its rightful place and unsheathes the chains back to it, the grandfather clock thrashing against them once again.

kaiser staggers to a nearby desk to steady himself, his vision blurring from the adrenaline rush. the boggart, though confined back into the case of the clock, ghosts the figure of your lifeless body on the floor as kaiser attempts to examine his surroundings. a hand goes to his neck and gives it a firm squeeze, spurring reality back to himself.

deep breaths and gasps inhale and exhale out of his lungs, as though to pump out the leftover daze from himself. he falls into the desk chair, holding his pounding forehead in his hand.

he knew that people could have multiple fears that the boggart could possess the form of, but he thought his only one true fear was his father spatting insults left and right to him. he's had to rid of boggarts before and they've always had the same form of that good-for-nothing father, so kaiser's head rushes with questions of what changed.

but more importantly, why did it change into you? into an image where kaiser witnessed your death?

he earns more questions than answers as he tries to regulate himself. the throbbing in his forehead doesn't seem to be stopping soon, so kaiser drags a hand down his face as he stares miserably at the shaking grandfather clock.

he jolts suddenly, hearing the unclicking of the classroom door. his head snaps towards it and he stands up too quick for his own good, feeling his head rush from the lack of blood that makes him stumble a bit.

you poke your head into the defense against the dark arts classroom, your eyes wandering for a specific blonde before you find him standing dumbly in the middle of it.

kaiser's eyes widen at your sudden appearance, fighting the urge to look back at the grandfather clock to make sure it was actually you, the true you. the you that still has a pulse.

"hey, the meeting is about to start in a few," you mention as you open the door wider. "don't be late. the headmaster might give you another lecture again."

kaiser doesn't respond, but instead stares at you silently with an unreadable expression, as though he was petrified.

you snap your fingers, breaking him out of his trance. "you good?"

kaiser suddenly finds the stiffness in his spine suddenly disappear when the sound of your snapping fingers rings in his ears, making the fuzziness in them tune out. he blinks rapidly, rubbing his eyes.

the figure of you leaning on the doorframe clears itself in his field of vision. you raise a brow.

"huh? oh. yeah, the meeting," kaiser mutters through a dry throat.

you roll your eyes and kaiser can see that familiar glaze of life in them that manages to expel the shock for good from his mind. you were alive. you always have been. you're standing right in front of him, arms crossed with a disapproving look on your perfect face, a frown adorned on your perfect lips.

"they figured you'd forget, so they asked me to come fetch you," you sigh, examining your fingernails. you begin to shut the door behind you, ignorant to the spell you've casted on him.

"starts in ten. do not be late!" you call out just before you slam the door on him and leave kaiser all alone with his thoughts in the classroom.

Itoshi Rin THE EGOIST

Touya and Shoto at the aquarium 🎏 for @/acetouya who won my lastest art raffle :)

⋆｡°🎧ྀི.⊹₊ ⋆ the fact that rin is so not nonchalant even though he tries to be is so cute. his little pouts and concentrated faces are so cute i can’t get over him. he’s constantly on the verge of crashing out and i just think it adds to his charm ‹𝟹

you never really thought of rin as a clingy partner, a clingy person in general but whenever morning arrives? he's like a totally different person. it wasn't often that you woke up before your boyfriend, those moments usually happened whenever he was either sick or just had a break from the limelight he had in soccer. you needed to do some grocery shopping because the refrigerator was looking extremely plain so you had to wake up early to avoid the long lines and getting run out of an item you needed. you'd usually just wake rin up to tell him you were going out but that was when you were already out of the shower and dressed up. what wasn't a usual occurrence was when your one big of a boyfriend grabbed you by your hips to put you back in bed! listen, it was the cutest thing ever and definitely something you'd tease him for later but you really wanted to just get up finish this one errand so you could have the rest of the day just for rin but no, you couldn't have that. you know what rin's reasoning was? he said and i quote "you're really getting up this early for something you could just do later, hmp, stupid", and as he was saying that, you were trying your hardest to escape his grasp but of course it was no use, i mean, have you seen the man? rin knew you'd give up sooner or later, he already knew what he was going to do when you did! he was going to keep you in his arms for as loooooong as his body can before it wakes up. so yeah, fuck that grocery trip i guess. you can't escape now, not with your humongous boyfriend clinging onto you for dear life.

Greetings, i noticed in your masterlist that you wrote for Blue Lock, I LOVE THE ISAGI FIC 🫶 May i request for an Isagi x reader?

HEADCANON : WHAT'S IT LIKE DATING ISAGI YOICHI?

(Warning: English is not my first language and there might be some mischaracterization.)

He's kind of awkward at first. He might hesitate a little in holding your hands when you first started dating, wondering if it would be too forward.

“...Can I kiss you?” those would be his frequently used words in the early stages of your relationship. The one thing he'd never want to do is to make you uncomfortable, so he would often ask you to ensure you'd be fine with his actions.

If you're into football, he'd absolutely be enthusiastic about it, and he might try to get you to play a few rounds with him—if you're willing.

If you're not that into football, it won't really be a deal breaker for him so as long as you'd be supportive of his dreams and goals.

Would absolutely be your biggest supporter. He's very encouraging and if you need someone to give you a little, gentle nudge to help you achieve your goals, Isagi would be there to do just that.

Physical Touch — Whenever the two of you would hold hands or whenever you would press a kiss on his cheek, Isagi can't help but feel a little giddy, often resulting in his grin being a little crooked due to light shyness.

Words of Affirmation — Isagi will always be the number one supporter of your dreams. He'll be by your side, comforting, encouraging, and hyping you up if you ever feel like you're stuck.

Quality Time — He loves spending time with you. He will always make the effort in showing up and to get you to have fun whenever the two of you would hang out.

He'll always let you borrow his jersey, but sometimes he might just randomly give it to you. However, he does feel a little more giddy if you were to ask him for it yourself.

Isagi seems comfortable with his own sense of style, but if you wanted to match outfits with him, he would absolutely match with you in a heartbeat. Even if it's different from his usual taste.

Dividers: @cafekitsune

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Love these dorks

rkgk for a friend ⚽ bllk itoshi rin in Windbreaker because oomf said we gotta save him from that hellhole of a show

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rin doesn't know what to do when you're crying. it hurts, his whole chest hurts and he just wants to make it stop. he kneels beside you as you sob into your pillow and he's just... he really doesn't know; nothing feels right – his words don't seem good enough, he knows they'll come out a bit too gruff and he isn't sure whether the hand he has on the small of your back is helping either.

he doesn't want to leave, that much he does know.

he watches the tears fall one right after the other, he listens to you weep and his fingers curl up in the material of your hoodie. he hates this, he hates it so much. he just wants to make it better, and so he decides to go for it.

leaning forward, he presses his lips against your cheek.

(salty, wet. he thinks about the ocean.)

he kisses the hurt away, he tastes it on the tip of his tongue but remains unfazed, unbothered by the bitterness of it. all he cares about is you.

he's so gentle and he's so warm and you don't know what to do with all of that. he stays there against you for a moment and you wonder whether he feels weird now, that maybe he regrets it, but then he does it again.

and again and again.

soft lips brush against your skin, and slowly but surely, you step back onto the shore. you feel the sand between your toes, you feel the breeze in your hair; the cold water still nips at your heels but he's there and with an outsteched hand, he welcomes you back.

you twist in your spot on the bed and snake your hands behind his neck and rin doesn't waste a second in pushing himself off the floor so he can climb on top of you. he doesn't pull away from you for even a moment, he refuses to do it – kiss after kiss, he tries to soak up everything you're letting out and he's doing so without a problem.

you hiccup and he presses his lips against the corner of your mouth.

it's almost suffocatingly sweet, it's a tender type of love.

his cologne fills your head, his affection your heart. he doesn't even know it, but he's everywhere. he's doing more than he realizes and you're just so grateful; to have this beautiful boy give you his all, even though he's unsure and maybe a bit afraid – it's a blessing, it's something special. it's a gentle little thing in the palms of your hands.

his eyes are closed but he senses it, his reward. his lifeline. your lips curl up, just a little, but they do, and when you move to cradle his face and guide him so you can finally look at him, he sees it in your eyes, too.

the relief, the growing glimmer of happiness.

"pretty."

the sound of your laughter sends a shiver down his spine; he stares at you like you're the one who hung the stars in the sky, like you're the one commanding the sun and the moon – like you're the everything in his world.

(you are.)

"that's– that's what you have to say right now?"

he knows you're teasing him.

now, this does feel right.

his teal eyes flick down to your lips and he lets out a quiet hum. an innocent one, something stemming from pure adoration. he likes it when you smile, he likes it when you laugh. he likes it when you tease him, he likes it when you... are happy.

this is all that matters – you're under him and you're not crying anymore, you're holding him and he's holding you. his heart stammers in his chest but he's grown used to that, he's grown to like it.

it skips a beat and he knows it will all be okay.