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Cheering for my princess!

Hiii. I really love ur work . Could I request reader x Rin wedding ?

a/n: hihii anon!! Thank you sm for liking my works !! Oh my gosh this idea is so cute, thank you sm for requesting! Enjoy the oneshot !!

Itoshi Rin x Reader !

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“Always Yours”

Rin never liked crowds.

Even now, standing in front of a sea of faces, the tailored suit clinging to his frame and his heart thudding like a steady beat against his ribs—he still didn’t like them.

But he didn’t mind it today.

Because at the end of that long aisle, wearing white like she was born to shine, was you.

The only person who ever looked at him like he wasn’t in second place.

Like he was enough.

His fingers twitched slightly, tucked into his pockets as he tried to breathe slowly. Sae stood off to the side as his best man, eyes watching Rin with something unreadable. Their parents were in the front row, proud expressions that had always been for Sae—yet now? Even they were clapping for him.

But Rin didn’t care about them.

He cared about you.

Because when he met you, all the years of being “the other Itoshi” didn’t feel so heavy.

You smiled at him like he was your favorite sight in the world. You listened to his silences. You knew his sharp words weren’t meant to push away—but protect. And you stayed, even when he didn’t think anyone ever would.

And now you were walking down the aisle, eyes locked with his, with that soft smile only meant for him.

As you reached him, Rin took your hands in his, slightly trembling, but firm. His voice was low, but steady.

“I’ve always been in someone else’s shadow,” he murmured, just for you. “But with you… I feel like I’m finally standing in the light.”

You blinked back tears, squeezing his hands. “You’ve always been the sun to me, Rin. You just didn’t know it yet.”

The ceremony continued, soft and sweet, but the real moment was when Rin leaned in, forehead brushing yours after the vows, and whispered, “I love you. I’ll never stop choosing you.”

And when you kissed him, Rin finally understood—

This wasn’t just a wedding.

This was the first day of a life where he was never second again.

Not when he had you.

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Thank you sososo much for reading !! This was in my drafts hehe (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠).

Reo should pass to Chigiri to end the match but we all probably know that's not gonna happen because Nagi needs this character development in this arc and the Reonagi situationship needs to evolve or some shit like that.

Hello Mar, I love your writing and the answers to the requests you've received thus far (especially the plushie one).

How would Kaiser, Rin & Sae react to their so being incapable of kicking a soccer ball? They either miss kicking it entirely due to lack of coordination and ehen they do kick it, it doesn't roll very far.

Thank you!

Their S/O Being Incapable of Kicking a Soccer Ball

a/n-HELL YEAH GIRLL yall are litterally so creative w those requests i always can't wait to write them!

Enjoyy:>

- Kaiser, Sae, Rin

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Michael Kaiser

Kaiser had never seen anything quite like this before.

"Liebling, what was that?" he asked, barely holding back his laughter as he watched you attempt to kick the soccer ball for the third time—only to miss it entirely. You stood there, foot still raised mid-air, blinking down at the completely untouched ball.

"I—I just miscalculated," you muttered, cheeks burning as you placed your foot back on the ground. "Let me try again."

Kaiser smirked, folding his arms. "Oh, by all means. This is the most entertainment I’ve had in weeks."

You huffed and squared your shoulders. This time, determined not to fail, you swung your foot back and kicked with all your might.

The ball rolled exactly two feet forward.

Silence. Then Kaiser burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he doubled over. "Mein Gott, Liebling! That was precious. Are you sure you’re not secretly a pro?" He swiped a tear from his eye before sauntering over and ruffling your hair. "I think you should stick to watching me play instead. You’re much cuter that way."

You groaned, shoving his hand off. "You're the worst."

He only grinned. "And yet, you still love me."

Itoshi Rin

Rin was usually a patient man. Usually.

"How… how are you this bad at it?" he asked, staring at you in utter disbelief.

You scowled at him, arms crossed. "It’s harder than it looks! I don’t have a foot made of steel like you."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, let’s try again. Stand properly. Balance your weight. And for the love of god, look at the ball."

You tried. You really did. But once again, your foot barely made contact, causing the ball to pathetically wobble forward.

Rin exhaled sharply through his nose. "That’s it. We're not leaving until you kick it properly."

Your eyes widened. "Rin, no."

"Rin, yes."

"I swear, if you make me do drills—"

"Start running."

"I hate you."

"No, you don’t. Now, again."

Itoshi Sae

Sae was unimpressed. That much was obvious.

He watched as you lined up for another attempt. The first few times, you'd whiffed completely. The fourth time, you'd made contact, but the ball had barely budged. And now? Now you were overthinking it so much you looked like a robot about to malfunction.

With a long sigh, Sae pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're not fighting for your life. Just kick the damn ball."

"I'm trying!" you snapped, frustration bubbling over. "Some of us aren’t soccer prodigies, y'know."

Sae raised an eyebrow. "Clearly."

You turned away with a scowl, but before you could kick again, you felt hands on your waist. Your breath hitched as Sae leaned down, his voice low in your ear. "Here. Let me show you."

His foot ghosted over yours, adjusting your stance. He guided your leg back and forward, helping you make clean contact with the ball. It rolled smoothly across the grass.

He stepped back, crossing his arms. "See? Simple."

You turned to him with a glare. "Yeah, well, it’s easier when you're practically doing it for me."

Sae smirked. "So, you admit you need me."

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth on your face betrayed you. "Shut up."

He let out a soft chuckle, ruffling your hair before walking off. "Come on. Let’s try again. Maybe in another hundred years, you’ll actually get decent."

You groaned. This was going to be a long day.

Cutieeee

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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.

best friends 🙂‍↕️

Me finding the twitter thread about lesser-known Blue Lock illustrations and downloading allll the Kunigami/Chigiri/Egoist 4 ones 🥹

These are all by Nomura-sensei or Sannomiya-sensei, and sourced by @Damekeo__. But looook 🧡🧡🧡

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