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Hugo had often been jabbed at for his lack of reading actual books with actual words. He simply preferred blank to clear his mind, honestly he was quite sure of himself when he thought he just wouldn’t be able to find himself interested in an actual story.
Still enough poking fun had poked him right into a bookstore, if people were so adamant what he did was silly he may as well attempt to see the appeal in a written Novel.
The walls were lined with shelf after shelf, the smell of paper mingling faintly with the scent given off by a freshener or candle of some kind. Series with larger followings settled in the spotlight while the lesser known saga’s lied deeper in the shop.
Hugo passed book after book, occasionally picking one up and reading the short summary on the back. None interested him, both hard and paperback alike passing through his hand. He nearly went home empty-handed with nothing but an excuse, however right as he was nearly convinced something caught his eye.
It wasn’t the flashiest, only a few copies nestled between other books as if hiding in plain sight. He extended one digit, sliding it out and bringing it up to read the print. Why this particular book caught his attention? He wasn’t sure in all honestly. Must be destiny, Hugo being Hugo wasn’t one to doubt destiny.
He brought the book up to the clerk, setting it down on the dark wooden desk and sliding it over. “This all?” Upon being asked he nodded, a sure and stern nod like the moment he laid eyes on it he was sure. “Yes.” The attendant just shrugged and rung it up before handing it back. “It isn’t the most popular, but the few who do read say it’s good.” He gave a soft hum in reply, studying the book one last time before spinning on his heel and walking out with the speed of a very impatient man.
The moment he got home
and everything was dealt with, he was quick to settle on his couch and bury nose-deep into this book. His apartment was quiet, not in an eerie way—his apartment was normally quiet so he had gotten used to it—but in a way that slipped by entirely as he surrounded himself in imagining the story actually happening, line after line.
From the first time he cracked that book open, it was all he would do in his free time. Any time his schedule allowed, it was in his hands.
Upon seeing the usual sight of Hugo looking intently at an open page, everyone assumed it was as normal, Hugo was being odd and reading blank books.
Eventually someone came behind him, glancing over his shoulder without meaning too, only this time instead of seeing pure white they had caught the black lettering inked into the page. Loki blinked, trying to ensure his eyes weren’t playing tricks. It can’t be. .
“Hugo, Are you. . actually reading. ?” That drew some eyes, to which Hugo just nodded simply as if the books he always read had the same. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Okay, he almost smirked at that one, even he knew slightly how absurd it sounded. .
Over the course of a few days he was met with the end of the novel, as nice as it felt to complete it, he felt a little bummed that it ended. That he couldn’t follow the story anymore.
More specifically, wouldn’t see more of a specific character he became maybe a little attached too . . Prior to this he never understood taking such an interest in something fictional, it’s not like they could never be together, there was no destiny for something fictional and something real. . He never understood the appeal, until now. (C/C), the lead, the one who most of the story revolved around or followed. . He liked him. Equal parts interesting and endearing, well written and rounded. . Even his worst moments were understandable rather than rash and for the sake of plot. He searched the internet for whatever scraps he could find, even without a big following it seemed others had read and agreed, you were quite a favorite if not maybe a little underrated due to a more popular secondary character. It made him a little mad inside, that was silly. . Right? What he found even sillier was that he weren’t the most popular in his own story. Did people really not have eyes? Were they lacking sense? Being more drawn to the ‘loveable idiot’ side trope (which Hugo didn’t agree with. He only find him to be an illogical wreck, what was there to love even?) than the handsome, gorgeously written and complex main character.
Hugo’s love didn’t just stop at appreciation, he dug up whatever fanart he could find and went all out, going as far as setting his home and lock-screen as you or something relating to you. He didn’t care if he got teased for it . .
Being so drawn to one little plotline was odd enough, however it just got stranger from here for Vivian.
Stranger and better.
The book, despite long having finished it always remained somewhere on his person. Tucked under his arm, buried in his bag, even going as far as to tuck it in his waistband when he had no other option. Today was average, just like any other he’d assume. Dressed casually, matcha in hand, people watching from the window of a cafe where he was sat. Watching for something he wasn’t even aware of. His attention was briefly brought away, uninterested eyes making way towards the door before freezing. He observed quietly for a moment, tracing the looks of the newcomer, raking slowly up from feet to top.
They froze wide on the oh so familiar face on the stranger.
You looked just like him. Hugo sat straight, hands fumbling in a hurry to pull out the book as you ventured further into the small coffee smelling establishment. He brought the book up in comparison, you standing there right next to your fictional counterpart drawn and plastered on the front of the novel. If he weren’t trying so hard to keep it together his jaw would’ve been slack in accompany to his widened eyes.
You on the other hand had no idea, grabbing your drink without a second thought and going to sit at another table.
Light seeped in through the windows, mid-day sun lighting the room paired with the fluorescent lights overhead. Hugo’s heart thumped against his chest with rapid movement, his face felt warm and his foot tapped in an anxious rhythm.
Just like he thought when he first grabbed the book, this must be destiny. For the same reason aswell that he hadn’t set it down he approached you. He wasn’t one to challenge destiny.
“Hello.” You’re attention was pulled towards the sudden sound of a males voice. You blinked a few times before giving any response. “Oh, hello?” It didn’t come off as rude, just curious, you clearly hadn’t recognized him and he most likely wouldn’t have either if it weren’t for fiction. Neither of you knew what to do as evidence of the silence, at last you gestured to the table in a manner offering the seat across from you. Hugo practically jumped on the opportunity. You’d think he teleported with how quick he was sat, one moment standing awkwardly like the stranger he was and the next he accompanied you with the confidence of a man who actually knew you. “I’m
Sorry if this is forward,” you took a sip as you studied him like some kind of unknown species, trying to get atleast a clue on where this could be going. “But you’re very handsome. I’d like to take you out to dinner sometime.” You nearly spat your drink out. Coughing shallowly through the initial shock and swallowing it back.
“ . . You . You’re serious. ?”
Oh he was serious. And you? You were at a loss for words. You managed a shaky nod, barely, but enough for comfirmation resulting in him sliding his phone towards you.
“ great. Thank you, if you wouldn’t mind may I have your number so we may plan?”
That had been around a month ago, things that may have started quick slowed into a steady pace for you both. One date turned to two, dates turned to dates and hangouts, enough time around eachother turned into a shared affection. He liked this version of you, slowly he distanced the book ‘you’ from the real person, realized your more than that . . Still he couldn’t help but love the comparison. He was worried you’d leave when you found out that’s what started it. . You didn’t, if anything it made you laugh a little. You read the book yourself, even with the eerie similarities you swore you saw no resemblance. . Like looking into a mirror and still saying ‘that isn’t me.’ Maybe you were stubborn . .
Hugo loves flexing you online. Hell even in real life, you’re genuinely what he’s most proud of . . Even being a professional famous athlete . . Wow. I mean, you were his dream come true. His favorite fictional boy brought to him by fate in real life . . If anyone were ‘the biggest fan’ — both of you and the character — it’d have to be Vivian Hugo.
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heheh an idea for a hugo fic IFF your wips get finished 👀👀
basically we know his lame ass “reads” blank books, but what if he ACTUALLY read a book and loved one of the characters so much only to realise reader (male ofc) was the EXACT replica of the character..
this can be taken any direction as in he meets reader later on, knew them at the time of reading, etc.
finish your wips first of course 👀👀 no rush 👀👀
WAITTTT I LIKE THIS IDEA . . I’ll get back to you on this👀👀👀👀
In which Barou met you in highschool prior to your transition, years later at a class reunion party he attends a mysterious boy shows up .
Seems after all these years you’ll talk again, just a new you .
High-school reunion was always certainly a time , the kids once so familiar now so . . Different . So grown .
Those who peaked in highschool , who everyone knew , are now the average stranger. Those who made names for themselves now. All of the sorts.
People were laughing , nudging shoulders , catching up and exchanging greetings . Old yearbooks were passed around like candy, reliving what were both the best and worst times in the lives of many . It had been a few years since graduation , since he saw you last . Since anyone saw you really . Back then nobody would spare you a second glance really , you weren’t popular , you were shy and kept to yourself whenever you could . While sure you’d occasionally get a comment about why a girl would cut her hair so short , or dress in such unfitting clothes , everything else passed by you like a steady stream . People lived their lives to the fullest before everything became serious , shining in the spotlight while you simply blended into the background . You only had one friend — if you could even call him that — back then . Barou Shouei , he was much more known , seen , despite that he never seemed to want much to do with anyone that didn’t align with his goals . His only real focus was soccer , however somewhere along the way you started falling into step next to him . It was a shock really , you didn’t play sports , you were so soft spoken your voice would get drowned out by any surrounding noise and you were timid . The only thing you both had in common was being the one constant presence . You weren’t friends exactly , maybe that’s why he let you into his tightly scheduled life , you didn’t try and push for anything more than being near . Smart as he was when he was so focused on sports it became slightly difficult to balance school with his passion and he’d keep the creepy , annoying guys at a distance when you couldn’t defend yourself .
He never quite got you , understood what made you so different , why you seemed so uncomfortable with yourself . Why you were so insistent on covering up , why you seemed fine when people assumed you were a boy when usually girls would get offended being called masculine . If he didn’t know any better , he’d think you wanted to be .
Barou didn’t know why he came . Maybe even despite the distance he kept you at , he was hoping to see you again . See if you finally grew a spine . After highschool contact was all but lost , you didn’t try to find him , he didn’t try and find you . You were good at hiding anyway , if you didn’t want to be found you wouldn’t be .
He thought about you from time to time , even when he’d blank on your name and refer to you as ‘that nervous girl’ . In all honestly it was reciprocated .
It wasn’t friendship , sure . But it was still the closest you had to it .
Even when it’d be denied , he glanced around every now and then to see if you showed . Not that it’d be shocking if you didn’t , that was completely on brand for you actually .
No one here was familiar , he never cared to remember them . Everyone who attempted conversation was met with a very harsh truth when he’d say something along the lines of “who are you ? Go away .” Which had happened to several of his old teammates .
Not that they would’ve anyway , but no one recognized the boy who walked through the doors as the final people sifted in . Barou swore he looked familiar , for once . . The way he settled off to the side while most of the party focused in on the center , the way his foot bounced nervously , the way his teeth dug into his lips as if he weren’t staying silent anyway . He almost reminded him of well . . He couldn’t put his finger on it . He caught the eyes of the stranger and only then did he realize just how long he had been staring . Trying to weigh all the possibilities, or even come up with any . Trying to solve the mystery . The same moment eyes met they were torn away , only a second of real contact before the elusive man acted like staring was a crime he wanted no part of . Barou figured he should look away aswell , he didn’t wanna get caught staring like he actually cared about someone in that room .
The night continued on as expected . People mingling about as if they didn’t used to secretly hate each-other , all was water under the bridge now it seemed . Even with the occasional silent envy poisoning the stream . Few would occasionally approach the guy no one seemed to actually know , acting like they went way back even when the only real goal was to piece together who exactly this was . Occasionally those who were still single would shoot their shot , he was quite handsome afterall , in the few moments before breaking away Barou noticed that even without meaning too .
Unbeknownst to anyone , the stranger was not much more of a stranger than anyone else there . Just you in a changed body . Then again was that much different than a stranger ? You always felt estranged anyway , this wasn’t much news . People just approached you now , they just found you strange in a different way now . In a way that fascinated them , it was as if there was a mysterious allure to you as if they didn’t choose to ignore you in the past .
It took some effort to gain the necessary confidence , but after nearly a half hour of standing around doing nothing you finally started your way towards Barou . The only person you knew really who knew you too . You hoped atleast . . Expecting him to recognize you was real hopeful thinking , you were smarter than that . . You’d just have to explain and hope he remembered you from before . The room was populated in a way there was plenty of space until you actually tried to navigate elsewhere . Slipping by people , trying not to get looped into conversation or worse , distracted by the catering .
Barou was suddenly snapped back to the moment when he felt something , a poke at his arm . He turned , ready to deliver the same cold response he had offered everyone . Though all words died the moment his eyes met yours , familiar in a way that was distant , like a dream lingering even when the details blurred upon waking up . He didn’t know if he hated or ‘tolerated’ — aka loved — the warm feeling your eyes on him brought . Finally being able to see you closely , it clicked . Mr ‘shy and cryptic’ reminded him of you . You beat him to words , a second later and he would’ve come to his senses , shooed you off just like anyone else . “ h . . Hey .” Uncertain with a rasp , deep as it was even your voice brought a recognition to mind . The more he compared you , the more he thought back , the fonder he pictured your past self . . The more a slow , damn near terrifying realization set in . He wasn’t dumb , emotionally constipated . . Maybe . . probably . But he wasn’t stupid that was for sure , he could recognize what was happening . Why his heart raced . Maybe you weren’t friends , but apparently that never stopped him from caring . His internal panic sent him into silence , he didn’t reply , didn’t return your greeting . He stared at you and that was it , but the way he looked at you compared to everyone else left room for debate on whatever was running through his mind . You took that as an okay to linger . “ hey .” Finally he responded , you almost shriveled up on the spot while waiting for something , anything . Originally you came over to introduce yourself , your new self . Fear got the better of you and that was now shoved back . You could settle for just conversing as unknown . Maybe an acquaintance at best , if you got lucky . Then again . . Maybe that was better , you could make a new impression . A better impression , one where you’re braver . Make it look like you can handle yourself . “ my name is Y/N .” Yeah . That all went out the window when a horrible voice crack broke right through your oh so proud sentence . With a defeated slouch of your shoulders you looked away , cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you rethought your life choices . Maybe not that much changed afterall . Not as much as you thought anyway . Barou let out a tiny snort of amusement that he disguised as one of annoyance . Your presence alone made him miss that girl . The night went on , quiet chatter exchange between the two of you , a conversation lasting longer than anyone else had managed to hold with you two combined . Time stretched on , it was peaceful like the old times . Only one of you knew that it was shared between the same people . While talking to him you determined the fact he did not recognize you . . Maybe a little , but not enough where he knew you were who he spent his high-school years alongside . When it happened was a mystery but at some point you and Barou were dragged into yearbook reminiscing , a big group of everyone in your class grasping onto memories that had long since passed . Peaks that had fallen . It seemed as if everyone was still trying to hold on , excluding you and him atleast . If anything you were happier now , people recognized you as the man you were . Barou never cared for that time anyway so there was nothing he was holding onto either . You were content now , he just seemed never satisfied . It was admirable , to want more even when you were at the top . Maybe that was why you started liking him . The crush you harbored assumedly burnt out a long time ago , distance and no contact does that . . Yet just seeing him again , how much he had grown up to be , how he was still the same ‘kingly’ figure who held himself above everyone else and still fought to get higher , not to mention how handsome he was . . Good lord , you were still just as whipped .
Your love was silent . Deep and devoted but hidden just as equally . There was never a pursuit , never anything done with those emotions . You never took him for the type to like guys and you felt that if he had loved you back without you ever being honest with who you really were , it’d be like giving up your identity . Giving up and being stuck in a gender that wasn’t you , a body that wasn’t yours . That no matter what you lost . . So that’s all it was . Feelings harbored at a distance , probably why you never let whatever you had be considered as friends or anything closer . It was safer that way .
Everyone pointed out their old photos , looking at their quotes and accomplishments , that was when suddenly you were now on the spot . They were dying to know who you were .
“ hey ! Why don’t you find yours ?” The book was practically shoved into your hands , not in a way that was intentionally rude or trying to be pushy , curiosity just got the better of people sometimes . You nervously accepted the book into your hands , slowly turning page after page . Half of you argued to just make an excuse , shady as it would come off you didn’t know how thrilled you were to practically come out infront of everyone . . Nonetheless , page 121 . You held the book close to your chest , the hard cover only thing visible as people tried to peak over your shoulder . Before you showed anyone , you slowly approached Barou once again . He looked down at you , one eyebrow cocked , watching you all curled in on yourself . Again , similar . You peeled the book away from your chest , turning it to face him and him alone . That’s when he saw it , finger hovering over you .
“ uh . . Surprise . ? I look a little . .” What was the word ? “ different , I guess . .” A little was an understatement , the dots slowly connected .
Oh .
Oh .
“ oh .” The book was in his hands now , you nervously passed it off and scurried away , hand pressed to the back of your neck as you slinked off . “wait a minute. . Was that D/N ?” The way you went to Barou was indicator enough for one of your old classmates to figure it out .
“ His name is Y/N .” Barou was quick to correct whoever spoke , you had a new name now , best to use it . With that he stormed off , no point in staying if the only person he came for ran off .
He found you sitting on the sidewalk , slumped over with a faint but there frown on your face . You were scared to face him , it was as if every fear back then became oh so painfully real . Old habits die hard , or something .
“ hey . What’d you run off for ?” You jumped at the sudden voice behind you , slowly turning to gaze at him from the side .
“ Shouei . .” Your voice was nothing more than a whisper . Raspy and deeper but still with that shaky tone he familiarized himself with . He grunted and sat next to you . “ I . . I’m sorry I didn’t mean to run off . . You didn’t need to find me . .” Always so worried . “ don’t bother . It sucked anyway . “ all the noise was left behind , all the people and reconnecting . “ pff . . This feels familiar , doesn’t it ?” The small curve down slowly turned into an equally as small smile . Still it made all the difference . “ yeah . .” Was all you got in response from him . Comfortable silence settled between the two of you , the silence where everything that needed to be said was said and everything that still needed to happen would do so on its own . The atmosphere out here was much calmer , much less crowded . An exterior light flickered in a slow steady rhythm , occasionally pausing for an extra second or two before continuing . Muffled noises from inside served as the only sound surrounding the moment .
After finding out what he did , it didn’t deter him . If anything Barou wanted more now . Wanted to know who you were now , learn you all over again . Like the sequel that actually seemed good for once to a movie he hadn’t watched in forever . A movie that used to and probably still would be his favorite . If he even liked movies all that much .
Amongst the silence you cleared your throat , breaking the gentle illusion . You never spoke much , when you did it was quiet , not like you had much to say . Nothing of importance atleast .
“ Shouei ?” His name was practically engraved , even after years of distance it was always his first name . Always Shouei to you .
“ huh ?” It was a gruff , but curious . He glanced at you without making anymore effort to move .
“ uhm ahaha ,,” a nervous giggled started the proposal off, trying to distract from the lingering fear and powering through it . “ do you . . Wanna come to my place ?” Bold . For you atleast .
He cocked an eyebrow at that , the flat out offer of going home with you despite the previous circled you used to run in before being honest about anything you wanted .
“ catch up. ? Like old times ?” He pretended to check his phone when you finished , acting as if he hadn’t already long decided that was how the night would go.
“ yeah . Why not I guess . I’ve got time .” Your face slowly lit up, eyes staring at him with the same enamored look you secretly flashed anytime he told someone off . “ uh — great !” You smiled , the brightness slowly softening into relief . “ great .” You repeated finally . Happy . You felt happy .
He stood first, dusting himself off like he was filthy from just sitting on the ground, then he offered you a hand . The other settled stubbornly in his pocket as he looked anywhere but you .
“ I’m using your shower though . This was gross .” You took his hand with a soft laugh .
“ of course . .” Man . . He really hadn’t changed much , huh ?
In which you, one of Otoya’s close friends who he had come to “friends with benefits” arrangement with, slowly became more without either of you realizing.
Otoya who originally started this because of curiosity. He just wanted to know what it felt like with another man, that’s all. One time was all it took for him to decide, “yeah. I like this too.”
Otoya who found himself staying even after the original activities ended, lying in bed, exhausted and naked while you two just talked about anything and everything. A show playing in the background.
Otoya who chose you because both of you had similar curiosity, because he trusted you and were more than okay with something casual.
Otoya who had romantic moments with you rather than just purely sexual all the time. Most of the girls he had gotten with he only ever slept with, rarely would he take them out. With you it was common, hanging out ‘as friends’, sharing food, holding hands under the table for no real reason, leaning in to wipe off crumbs from the other’s face.
Otoya who, without realizing, started ghosting some of the previous flings and sex buddies he had. You satisfied him good enough, he just got bored with the others . . That’s what he convinced himself of anyway.
Otoya who found himself rejecting girls after they’d kiss him. Even finding less interest in girls he’d normally jump to pursue.
Otoya who knows you’re actually not dating and has no issue because you’re still close, but then remembers that means you can go off and entertain someone else. He hates the thought of it and suddenly wants to take up all your time by clinging to you. If he just stays with you constantly you don’t need to find someone else,, you don’t have time for anyone else. He got real relieved when you admitted one night still high off sex that you were infact not sleeping with anyone else.
Otoya who has introduced you to his other friends, team, family,, hell even his other girls. (They’re less than thrilled seeing him leaning all up on you and you seemingly having no issue with it.)
Otoya whose last girlfriend broke up with him because his quote unquote “relationship with you, that’s practically cheating.”
Otoya who is never found far from your side if you’re in the same area. If he knows where you are, he’s probably there too.
Otoya who has an album of just you labeled with a heart in his gallery. He looks back at it whenever he’s away from you for too long and misses you.
Otoya who constantly finds your things around his place, more often than not you’re at his house anyway,, why not just move in at this point? Completely normal fwb thing,, just like roommates, right? So what if you sleep in the same bed.
You and Eita Otoya who swear you’re not together, even when the late night conversations paired with cuddling after an intense round wander to the most intimate topics. What was once so casual slowly morphing into something much deeper. Something that weighs heavy in your chest from filling it with nothing but eachother and a love you refuse to name.
Maybe there just wasn’t a label that fit you guys perfectly, but that was fine by you two. Maybe having the “freedom” felt better together anyway.
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say I started a series of Spider-Man reader x multi-characters (Bluelock) would you guys prefer to read it as one main story line with the characters having their own alternate endings OR each character gets a oneshot / short story of their own,, I’m leaning towards main story with alternate endings however I wanna know what YOU guys want 🤔
If there were a perfect example of “opposites attract” that would be you and Bachira . A contrast so stark you two may as well be a magnet or something equivalent . .
He was bright , he was loud , wild even . You were more akin to the night . The silent , dark night with your composed voice one could only describe as monotone .
Your differences never got in the way of your love , if anything it were the highlight of it .
When the topic of romance was mentioned and Bachira of all people announced to his team that he Infact had a very loving boyfriend they nearly didn’t believe him . . After all the convincing and they at last bought it , the last thing they expected was to be met with the sight of you .
The team had just finished a game , everyone was pumped at the win yet still so exhausted from the grueling effort that came with soccer . Bachira , though tired like everyone else still seemed unfazed , especially when he had slipped away . He bounced off the court and right into your arms .
“ Y/N ! “ The voice you loved so much cut through the air the very moment he had laid eyes on you . “ did you see that ? I dedicated that one to you !” You nodded , he was met with silence , nothing verbal atleast . The silence gave him more room to talk , ramble on excitedly as your eyes never left him once . “ Meguru .” He froze , turning with a grin and body language that screamed alert at your every word . You urged him closer , which he gladly obliged . The familar feeling of fancy laced fabric tickling his cheek held his practically vibrating figure in place , one elegant hand rested on his cheek as you pressed soft , inky colored lips to his . For once he stilled , looking at you in awe as you pulled back and stood with poise once again . “ for doing so well today .” Obviously your love wasn’t a reward , he had that regardless . However it still felt right to gift him a little something for his victory . He grinned back at you , unaware of the black now staining his own lips too . One of these days you’d have to find one that wouldn’t rub off . . Or not ! The sight of him with a residue of somber color from none other than you was quite pleasant . Bachira was more than giddy . “ yeah ? ! Can I have another ?” He grinned and turned his face , pointing to his cheek while giggling like a lovestruck schoolgirl — was there really a difference anyway ? It didn’t take any convincing , more than happy to kiss him again , or a thousand more times if he wished .
Bachira returned to his teammates looking quite obvious . A whipped look in his eyes and face littered with black lipstick stains . People — his teammates included — usually looked at him weird from time to time anyway , how was he supposed to know that the shock on their faces was related to something he couldn’t see rather than his normal shenanigans ! It was only brought to his attention when someone laughed and pointed to their own face in reference to his situation .
“You go see that boyfriend you’re always telling us about ?” He nodded before registering the question of how he knew , eventually it came to mind .
“ Yeah ! . . Wait . . Huh ?” More laughter erupted , small snickers mainly . “ oh man , you have no idea do you ?”
“ idea about what ?”
Even when they showed him he made no effort to even try and wipe it off . If anything he paraded prouder and even showed off to others .
No one thought twice about the color of the stain apparently , as everyone was still quite shocked seeing you for the first time .
Isagi had heard all about you , most people have if they’d ever met Bachira . One thing would always lead to another and somehow he’d give someone an earful about his gorgeous , mysterious partner . Yet despite hearing so much it was like he practically knew you already , you two had never met . In Bachira’s mind that needed to change . He , Isagi and a few other buddies from their team Z days had gotten together , a nice reunion after so long .
He was very insistent to them that you came , no one had an issue with it anyway .
Everyone had met up at a restaurant in the city , got a nice big booth that accompanied everyone and still left an empty seat in the corner next to Meguru . He had been asked if you wanted to sit somewhere else that wasn’t cramped in the corner , he assured them that that’s exactly the seat you wanted .
No one assumed you were . . Well you when the door was opened and in stepped a boy who looked like he came directly from the night . Not when Bachira acted like the sun itself . No one had noticed when you silently made way to the table and lingered silently for a moment , hovering beside the side where Bachira sat and your seat next to him remained empty and unclaimed . No one noticed you , not when the ever tenebrous you blended into the background .
Well . No one except Bachira of course . He was practically trained to do exactly that , scout you out even in the darkest corners . He was good at it , scarily good at it . . It delighted you . “ Ah ! Scoot , he’s here !” His instructions were quick , he was already just about shoving his friends out of their seats so you could make way next to him before anyone even realized what he was doing this for . They only saw you once you began sliding by and into the seat left open , someone even jumped without meaning too . Seeing you two sat together was almost comical .
You sat completely still , fitted mostly in black save for a few accents or jewelry . Bachira on the other hand swayed next to you , all energy , zero chill . That was certainly an interesting dinner .
In terms of differences it didn’t just stop at personality . No . Your wardobes looked as if night and day personified .
His outfits , bright and fun , usually didn’t require much help . It was simple to throw a shirt and jacket on with accessories like bracelets and what not . However there was a whole process with some of your more intricate designed clothes . Years of repeating the process , you could do it fine on your own . . A pair of extra hands never hurt however . . Extravagant buckles , zippers , laces , bows and more . Sometimes you’d lose count , Bachira usually couldn’t even begin to keep track . He just did whatever came into his vision or whatever you asked of him . Even if he didn’t understand it , he enjoyed it ! Those moments , getting to tie the finishing ribbon to finish your look , give you that spruce and make you look all put together , it gave him a sense of satisfaction . He’s learned so many different ways to tie bows now , sometimes he’ll sit and untie small things just to re-tie them again and again . Another thing he loves is the proximity of something like that . Practically crawling on you was the best , fixing ruffles in the front while behind you giving the perfect excuse to have his arms hooked around , sitting on you with his legs crossed as you sat all proper as you normally did with a hand securing him comfortably . He loved it , all of it .
One day there was the brilliant idea ( Bachira’s of course ) to attempt and switch styles . You’d doll him up all dark and fancy while he got to see what you’d look like in colorful apparel .
It was almost unsettling , eyes of the dead dressed so upbeat and living . He ate it up while you looked semi unsure , but went along with it nonetheless . Meanwhile he looked like a goth who didn’t quite get the memo of the style . Twirling around , bouncing of the walls , grinning at himself in the mirror . That got a rare giggle out of you he’d die to hear again . Which lucky for him he was just about the only person who could make you do such a thing .
He was so bright , so full of life , Entertaining like no tomorrow . Even the moon needed the sun light to keep shining , but sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder what drew him to you ? You weren’t a man who asked many questions , but one late night you were itching for an answer . Staying up this late was common , even expected for you . Whether you were sitting at home like now or out walking the dead of night . You were as nocturnal as you looked . His head laid in your lap as he’d occasionally toss and turn , unable to sit still , his body constantly alive and in motion . One hand of yours was stroking idly through his bee-like locks , the other settled on his chest to feel the beat of his racing heart on your own skin . Even without your ensemble , dressed simply , you still looked like gloomy and elegant was your middle name . Eyes glazing over his through thick , dark lashes met his big eyes staring back at you . He was smiling , just starting at you with his lips curled and wide . “ Meguru .” He loved how you said his name . How ‘Meguru’ was a title or pet name of its own in your book , how lavish you sounded addressing someone like him — so wild and different to elegance .
“ What . . Drew you to me ?” The flat tone didn’t match the emotional weight of the question . You always sounded that way , even when feeling so strongly . It was quiet for a moment , moonlight seeping in thin strands through the slightly ajar blinds , hitting him so perfectly where it left a shine in his eyes while gazing at you . The surroundings of the room , from the dim lighting , to the decoration , the tidy order where everything had a specific place to create the dark harmony that mirrored the owner of said room . Everything so dark and sure with its refinement , everything with grandeur matching and complimenting its neighboring object . Everything including you fit into the room like a perfect puzzle , everything except for Bachira . Still , with how comfortably he lay he looked right at home . As if standing out didn’t bother him . It didn’t , not if standing out meant standing with you — or sitting in this case .
“ Well ,” he started , looking up in thought . “ you don’t make me feel like I have to belong . You don’t care that I’m different , that I’m not like you . “ your hands kept carding through his hair , listening intently to his answer that amped up the pace of your heart . “ and you’re interesting ! So cool and mysterious , not caring what other people think about how you dress !” Another reason , this was the rant he normally went on to others . Listing every reason he was with you in the first place and every reason that’s why he hopes you’re his only forever . He was glad to finally talk about this to you . Hear him sing your praise . “ and how sure , my monster likes how dark you are . But for once it feels like I’m choosing you for myself instead of my monster doing it for me !” The way he sat up was nothing short of intense , however everything about him seemed that way . You loved that about him .
One sided conversation filled the room for what could be guessed of being hours , words of love flooding out , every last detail of yours being brought up and praised . It was sweet , beyond so .
He knew that even if you didn’t talk as much about him for as long as he did for you , that you still loved him the same level . He knew because he knew you and you knew him —
And as they say , to be known is to be loved .
You knew a whole lot about eachother . Differences or not .
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Abuse was a common story no one knew because no one would tell it . Most didn’t know that the bruises on others , on children came from inside the home .
Micheal Kaiser was a victim to this . He had been for awhile , It was all he knew for the 8 years of life he’d gone through . When home didn’t feel safe enough to stay in he’d find himself outside , passing the soccer ball he had saved for between himself and a wall . He didn’t really have friends , he couldn’t go to school and make them anyway and there was never really a chance given to him elsewhere . So the lonely little boy would find himself playing on his own , practicing his precision for kicks against bricks . The plastic and synthetic mix that came together to make his beloved object was all he had . His leg would extend to meet the ball , the ball would hit the hard surface , sending it back to him . Kick , hit , return . Kick , hit , return . Kick . . ? It didn’t come back this time , he looked up , worry flooding his face . However when Kaiser looked up he wasn’t met with the original sight of just the world around him .
He was met with you , looking at him with big curious eyes while your foot sat on the ball . He was about to yell , get mad , tell you to give him his possession back as he felt the fear of losing it creep up his neck . He didn’t have a chance before the ball was lightly passed back to him . It was quiet , even when the initial surprised settled and just left two lonely boys with nothing else to do , nowhere else to go .
You looked nervous , the way you reached back and rubbed your neck like that would soothe you .
“ I . . I’m Y/N .” Voice sheepish with a quiet pitch that anyone else who wasn’t in as close of proximity as Kaiser would struggle to hear .
“ do you wanna play together ?”
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From that first meeting you two had went years together , when his house didn’t feel like home he’d find you . When you couldn’t find your place you’d take the one right next to him .
The summer heat of August beat down on the two of you . Kaiser had a pout on his face as he tried to fan himself from the relentless rays of sun , you had been long since flopped over like a beached fish in the shade that didn’t seem to help by much . Hot as it was , the two of you would rather suffer the sticky , sweating , scorching outdoors than be trapped inside and apart .
“ I feel like I’m dying . .“ pushing yourself to sit up-right you nodded along to his complaints . . Limply falling onto his shoulder which the heat from your two bodies now connected didn’t help .
“ right . ? It’s sooooo hot out . . Fan me too Micheal !” You whined from your place , head perch on his shoulder trying to catch some of the little breeze he made . “ get off me Blutegel . .” Leech , he called you a leech . Yet despite his protest he didn’t push you off , if anything the tickle of his hair was physical evidence of him pushing closer to your already burning state . You stuck your tongue out at him in defiance , disregarding his words and silently celebrating your tiny victory . “ Hey ! Mikey ! Guess what ?” With a grin a hand dug around in your pocket and he eyed you curiously . “ what now . . Please let it be a fan .” As if a fan could fit into your tiny pocket . “ it’s better ! Hands please !” He had suspicion , the grin plastered on your face compelled him to open his hands anyway . He silently mourned the loss of you against him as you turned and did something he couldn’t see , using your body as a shield against his vision . Your hands were cupped like a secret and soon enough money was dropped into his palm . Kaiser felt the cool copper and metal of Euros with some paper versions curled up and paired with the small coins . “ let’s go get something cold to eat ! Maybe a drink too if we’re lucky !” You looked brighter than the summer sun itself , he stared at you with a certain kind of awe , partially for the hopes of cold relief but also you . He swallowed it back , he didn’t want to deal with the feeling in his chest .
“ Y/N . . “ his eyes once focused on the money in his hand instead found your eager expression . “ where did you get this ?” That simple question slowly killed the excited look on your face . A small smile was still present even as you looked away from him . The words you tried to force out died before they could have a chance , your teeth digging into your lips as you tried to think of something to say . You stole from your parents . You didn’t want to think of the consequences later . He didn’t know for a fact , but your dear friend had a hunch and he felt a dread wash over him the more he thought of what this might mean for you later .
Your hands simply cupped over his , closing the money under his fingers , pushing the now balled hands up to his chest causing you to lean in . “ don’t worry about that . . Let’s just focus on making this a good day , alright ?” Eyebrows knitted up yet a small simper could be seen . He didn’t question it after that . Even as you two got up you didn’t let his hands go , instead maneuvering into holding hands . You walked in unison , a whole new heat brought to both of your faces that wasn’t the doing of summer or humidity . Fingers intertwined the whole way as side by side you made your way to a small corner store . The clerk standing behind the counter looked at you weird but kept his mouth shut as you walked around . It wasn’t exactly seen as ‘normal’ for two 11ish looking boys to parade around holding hands , but business was business so if you two were paying he could care less . the air conditioning was like a taste of heaven against your skin , you two relished in the cold as you shopped the freezers and coolers . After weighing your options you had gotten two popsicles and a drink to share , the departure from the store felt almost cruel when the contrasting heat hit you once again . With complaints and whines you two set off once again , hands still grasped to the other like being apart would kill you . Eventually there seemed like a suitable spot to settle . Setting your stuff down before sitting yourselves down . Opening your sweet treats that were miraculously only slightly melted , you cheersed before indulging . It was quiet before conversation sparked , talking eachother into the night as the sun set . You two ate , drank , finishing your cold refreshments you occasionally shared amongst each-other . Kaiser had gotten a cola flavor , you got something of your own but still enjoyed the others choices — despite the playful jabs that declaring yours was better, which turned into a playful argument of who had superior taste . Eventually you got to the point of the night where you’d have to go if you didn’t want problems for being out late . Curfew really was a bitch . The sun going down drowned out the heat slightly , still you were sweating even if it weren’t to do with the summers night . There was something waiting for you at home and it was nothing good , but it was worth it . Worth it to go out and smile with him .
“ See you tomorrow ?” Quietly the words escaped your lips . You’d look rough tomorrow to say the least , you wanted to see him anyway . The lowest was a common sight for the two of you , you had seen his , he had seen yours . Rock bottom didn’t scare you off .
“ Yeah .” A small nod paired with his answer , instead of leaving with just a wave like normal he leaned in . He felt stiff and rigid as he wrapped his arms around you in something that resembled a hug . You hugged him back , neither of you used to affection like this . . However despite its alienation from your worlds you melted into it slowly . Behind his back you smiled , dipping your head and resting in before pulling back . Reluctant was the only way to describe you two separating , the way your touchs lingered , the way a faint feel was always present like the ghost of something you longed for . The walk back home was nothing short of anxious , but there in your chest resided a small hope and happiness from earlier . So long as you had him you’d be fine and so long as he had you he could be happy .
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Your body smacked across the cold concrete . Eyes blown wide with tears pricking in them as you looked desperately at what was once your house . Your father narrowed his eyes at you , hate burning in them as his fist that had struck your face clenched harder . Blood present on his knuckles , the same blood that dripped from your nose like a broken faucet . The cold air bit at your skin .
You didn’t know what you were excepting coming out to your parents , but it wasn’t this . Maybe being hit . Maybe being scolded . But not being shunned out entirely .
“ I don’t need someone sick like you infecting our house .” Every word stuck a different cord in your heart , the only thing in common was the pain each brought . He stared at you , looked down at you like you were an animal rather than a person , your mother just in view behind him with a hand over her mouth and an unreadable expression . Disgust ? Pity ? A mix of both ? You couldn’t tell . You could barely recognize the pair infront of you . They weren’t your parents . Tears blurred your vision , the only thing you could make out was the door slamming , shutting you out into the cold . Body like against the concrete with the look of someone who had given up , laying there like that’s where you had died . You pushed yourself up and grabbed a rock , hurling it at the front door like it’d have any effect . Tears of anger mixed with tears of rejection . You were pitiful . You were alone . . But not entirely . After awhile of sitting , thinking , just letting yourself marinate in the cold and pain you finally came to a conclusion . You picked yourself up and started walking . Saying you didn’t know where would be a lie , you knew exactly where you were headed , one foot infront of the other bringing you slowly to the only solace you’ve known . The solace that came in the form of a boy always by your side or vice versa .
Middle of the night , Kaiser was sitting in his room . Honestly he just about flipped out when he heard something outside , cautiously pressing further into the corner as he heard a rustling by his window . Curiosity won over his sensible thinking and he rose slowly , grabbing a heavy , worn down lamp he wasn’t even sure worked anymore . He nearly swung without thinking when he was a figured pressed against the wall , as if it were too scared to actually attempt an entrance . The lamp nearly fell to the ground right from his hands when his eyes focused in and were met with someone familiar . You , nervously looking down like you hadn’t exactly known why you came or if you were even welcome . It seemed you noticed him when you went to glance over into his room , only to be met with him staring back . Legs stayed planted firmly despite the itch you had to run , spare him from your issues , from having to look at your pathetic state . The window slid open fully , a small clatter emitting from inside the room when the lamp was set down . Wide blue eyes scanned over you , why were you here . He didn’t think he’d like the answer very much . Neither of you spoke as you just leaned against the wall , fidgeting being the only savior from the rising worry you had .
“ are you going to come inside . ? ?” A limp kick scooted objects obstructing the path out of the way . A small path inside cleared for you .
The way you sniffled caught him off guard . Kaiser knew how cold it was outside , still it didn’t sound right . Didn’t sound like a simple chilly sniff and rather something with a much more upsetting origin . Soon enough you nodded and climbed in , if the very owner of the room wasn’t guiding you in you’d have looked like a criminal . Then again why would a criminal steal from a place like this ? Somewhere with nothing to offer but a broken family . The way your head seemed glued down didn’t evade him , sitting on the windowsill with both feet indoors yet still seeming uncertain of fully stepping inside . Kaiser sat next to you , the chill outside now breezing over both your backs . Outside was much darker yet the interior of the room had a dimness only slightly illuminated faintly . Something hung in the air , a suffocating mix of everything that was unspoken . Track of time was lost as everything seemed to still , that heavy feeling didn’t seem to go away , the feeling where everything including your own bones felt too heavy . The weight just pressed on , curling in more over yourself as an attempt to hide your otherwise obvious state . You swallowed back your tears , hoping you could get out a half decent response that wouldn’t be interrupted by a hiccup or other sound driven by the unpleasant sensation everywhere . The physical hurt evident by blood , bruises and whatever else had bloomed on your body . Finally a voice cut through the waiting silence , yours .
“ I . . “ the composure you tried to uphold nearly crumbled when a warm hand settled on your shoulder . He didn’t speak in fear of speaking over you , he didn’t push in fear of scaring you off , all he could offer was a gentle and encouraging hand . “ I got kicked out .” That’s all it took for it all to crash down at once . Under his hand he could feel your shoulders shake through every sob , he didn’t know what else to do but wait as he felt his heart drop at what this entailed for you . “ I didn’t know where else to go .” It was difficult but you finally managed to get that out through cries . Your hands wiped desperately at your face like you could still the ever-flowing tears , like drying them would erase reality . Not that you could even if it were true . You sobbed into your hands for a few minutes . “ I can leave , I know —“ “ No.” Kaisers voice was stern , you weren’t going anywhere . . Even if he had to hide you away he’d do his very best to keep you safe . “ we’ll figure it out .” It was a scary thing , at merely twelve years old to be on the streets and now having to figure out how you’d blend into his life . But like he said , you’d make it work . He was sure of it , if it was for you ,
he’d do it .
Days passed while you hid out in his room , occasionally sneaking out for a change of scenery like before . There were close calls here and there , still you got by . You’d hear him get yelled at , hit , hurt . It brought a pang of guilt whenever the only thing you could do was hug him through the aftermath . You wished you could do something , but he told you just to stay out of it . That he was fine . You listened , until you couldn’t anymore .
You leaned against him in his room , talking quietly to yourselves so it couldn’t be picked up through the paper thin walls . It was going fine until interrupted by his father howling for him from the other room . The conversation cut and was replaced with silence . The silence that came before the storm , that came before the something bad you both knew too well . He got up without a word , you waited , heard his footsteps walk him right into suffering . You couldn’t sit and wait this time , when you were sure he wouldn’t notice you trailed after him , walking in time with his footsteps to drown your own out . You listened , heard the yelling started as you peaked out at him and saw a fist raised . Your feet moved faster than your body .
Kaiser braced for an impact that never came . Instead replaced by the sound of a loud thump and knocking over of many miscellaneous things .
You tackled the man who dared to call himself Kaisers father and sent him flying back , feet slipping easy as the last thing he expected was any retaliation , much less form someone he didn’t even know was present . His head hit the floor hard . Hard enough to knock him out . You stood slowly , shaking as you looked down at your own doing . A small spot of blood was visible by the head of the man who laid scarily still .
Did you kill him . ? Did you hope you did ? Something sick and deep inside you hoped that when your hand met his pulse you’d feel nothing . Relief and disappointment shot through you when you felt a steady pulse . He was just unconscious . You looked back at Kaiser who was now just standing there , gaze trained on his father lying on the floor . “ He’s . . Alive . .” You muttered quietly , there was no tell if it helped . Worry now welled within you as you slowly walked over towards him , he still stood motionless . You supposed it was better than him backing away or giving any sense of fear , but it still did nothing to calm you . “ look im sorr —“ you almost apologized until a firm grip found your body , arms wrapped tight like a vice . “ let’s get out of here .” That was all you needed to hug back . His body radiated a warmth that soothed the situation , enveloped arms cradling , nothing else seemed to matter . Not the man on the floor nor the outside world you’d soon be out in . The moment ended when you realized you were on a timer of when he’d wake up . coming to a quiet agreement you both needed to grab what you could and leave , run as fast and as far as possible until you were satisfied . Pockets stuffed with whatever money you could find around the house , that brute didn’t deserve it anyway , not when you two needed it for living and loving freely . Kaiser grabbed his ball , unnecessary as it seemed it’d break both your hearts to be without it . Food , drinks , whatever scraps you could wrap in a blanket . You left the way you first came in , through his window . You slid out first and secured everything , helping him get everything scavenged out as he’d pass to you . You reached your hand to help him out , he paused mid way through . “ what ?” You ran through a mental list , you thought you had everything . . Did he leave a change of clothes ? A spare blanket ? He leaned in , pressing a small kiss to your lips . What a romantic , your first kiss mid runaway into a new life where the bruises would heal and new ones wouldn’t spawn . It was short , both of your cheeks red as he finished his retreat . You two ran off , bags slung over shoulders and a makeshift sack-blanket carrying whatever couldn’t fit . You two ran off , leaving everything behind . It was scary , but it was better . Atleast this way there was only a chance of harm rather than hurt being a guarantee .
You two were together anyway , you’d make it work .
A young emperor and his royal guard starting a kingdom of their own .
I imagine reader and Kaiser get caught and put in jail (like canon) and then Kaiser and reader get bailed out and go to play soccer and be evil together 🥹
