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One who explores science and not believing in magic and one who's the opposite. And both of them try to find common ground like learning about each other.
It's up to interpretation if reader is a zatanna type of magician (super power stuff) or magic trick kind of magician
Full permission to write but pls tag me (I wanna see 🤩🤩)
Kir's notes: Hello, sorry for not posting for what feels like a long time, probably 2 years? Tons of things happening made me not post, mainly because of writer's block. But I think I'm free now? (Keyword: I think). Now I'm back with this, probably back in like, a few months? Before this, I would like to inform you that I'm neither British nor Greek, so if there's anything wrong, please let me know. Enjoy :) (I ended up not taking Advanced English and now my English is ass without a grammar tool)
Tags: mpreg, mlm, fluff, third person view, fanchildren, cliffhanger(?), I will go down with this ship
Word count: 569
Heracles has been observing his partner's weird behavior for the past few days... Jack likes to cling to him more than usual. He gags at the smell of tea, and he likes to eat apple pie with kavourmas on top. That's... one weird fusion of their two cultures. Days pass by, and Jack's belly is getting... bigger? As if there's life growing inside of him. Both Jack and Heracles are stunned, since both of them believe only women can get pregnant. One day, they decide to visit Priapus, as he is associated with male fertility in the Greek Pantheon. To their surprise, Priapus is also... Stunned, he suggests the couple go visit Dionysus, but he's busy partying at that moment, so they decide to visit the Hindu Pantheon to consult with Parvati about this problem. She wasn't as surprised as Priapus was because... She has seen the same case with Emperor Qin Shi Huang. She said this case will be considered normal until all gods and goddesses of fertility find a conclusion to this case.
One night... They're tucked in bed together. Heracles' arms protectively wrap around Jack's torso, giving Jack and their unborn child the warmth and comfort he wants. Heracles wonders in awe, Do all men in Jack's era wear a cone hat and a nightgown to sleep? On the other hand, Jack feels warm... He has somewhere and someone to call home. Romance never really crossed his mind when he was alive. But once it does in the afterlife, he's married to the man, the myth, the legend Hercules, the man who loves him dearly. Although how dark and unjust his past is in Heracles's eyes... he still gives him a second chance. Jack's usual clothing doesn't fit him, and he doesn't want to be seen walking around in his nightgown. So, Heracles suggests wearing the clothes from his time, simple rectangular fabric pinned together. Heracles would stay by his side since the baby could be born any day now, and he feels proud since Jack is wearing a part of his own culture. Their routine consists of morning strolls, Jack admiring Heracles while we train, having meals together, sometimes taking evening strolls, and snuggling with each other in bed.
A couple of months before the due date, they calmed down with their physical routines, mainly staying in the comfort of their home. Heracles offered to take on most of the household chores, insisting on helping although Jack refused multiple times. He would often question Jack about his cravings and the strange fusion of cuisines. Sometimes, Heracles would lie beside his sleeping husband all day long until the afternoon, silently admiring Jack’s growing belly and feeling a deep sense of wonder and pride. Their days blended together until it was the due date.
Heracles remained by Jack's side throughout his labor, offering reassuring words and gentle touches to comfort him as the midwives helped in the process. After what felt like an eternity, Jack finally gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. He couldn't believe his eyes, he brought two new tiny lives into the world, although he had taken many in his past life. Two tiny babies lay crying in his arms, filling him with a mixture of awe and wonder. Heracles pampers him with kisses, saying that 'he did it'. And they decided to name their girl Leonora, and the boy Melios.
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Leonora = Lion
Melios = Melon (ancient greek) = apple
Gonna write abt Brunhilde pegging Siegfried. Maybe Leonidas fucking the hell out of Apollo who knows?/jk (pls tag me if u write this)
Imagine if Bachira's mom and Lavinho got into a one night stand??? And he was pretty much active behind the scenes like funding for the child support and well... Turns out it's not a one night stand? He was pretty present when Bachira was born but he got so busy he never met him until the NEL opening
He feels so happy knowing that his son is in Blue Lock, happier when he decides to join his team
"Lavinho is tan, how can Bachira be light skinned?" Erm... His mom is light skinned... Possibilities of looking like your mom as a boy is there, copy and paste.
(Feel free to use this but don't forget to tag/credit me (I yearn for LaviYu))
(LaviYu sounds like 'love you')
(i'm crazy, I should be studying fot an informatics test/quiz for tomorrow (that I didn't take on the initial date so I got a 0 on my mid-semester report (dw it still can be changed))
After ranting I found out Lavinho and Bachira has a 12 year age gap (thank you @/aemiitoshi)
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Kir's notes: It's been a while. The title is taken from the English translation (not official) of a line from a song called "Tetap Dalam Jiwa" by Isyana Sarasvati. Exam week is coming (no difference because I post occasionally). Please drop me some fluffy prompts for flufftober :) anyways enjoy :)(should I take English next year? I heard the teacher allows students to write anything (I heard an 11th grader wrote about cannibalism and the teacher just shrugged it off))
Tags: death? death mention, resurrection, second chance (like literally), angst? fluff? I like the song, I like Barou
Word count: 292
You've been married to King Shoei for five years now, and you're both arranged even before you could walk. your husband has been distant very distant.
He didn't think it would end like this. You are in his arms, a stab wound on your back, bleeding out. "Shoei..." you called his name faintly. It's his first time hearing his name from you.."Please... Don't go... Don't leave me..." He pleads, holding you close.
You see him cry tears falling down from his cheeks How sad... If only you could hug and comfort him "Shoei," You called his name again, weaker. He let out pleads not letting you go."I...I love you," there, you said it, you said it before your time ran out. Then, your heart stopped beating.
Since your death, he fell into deep depression All this time he took you for granted, never gave you attention at all. And yet, you're still by his side until your very last breath. He skipped meals, either diving into his studies or locking himself in his room.
It's been three years since your death and you've been preparing a surprise for him. You erased your death from people's minds except Shoei's you checked on him once in a while and he hasn't been better, worse even.
One night, you see him asleep after for some while. This is your chance, you go to his room and turn back into a human permanently. Then, you slid under the blanket and into his arms. When you're about to sleep, you feel his muffled cries on your forehead and his arms wrapping around your waist. "There, there..." you assured him while patting his chest. You both stayed in that position until the sun rose.
Kir's notes: tbh, I don't know what to write for the title but I have to update this account once in a while. I know the situation I am in, but trust me, it's not explicit; you can imagine whatever you want. Based on this video I found on Instagram. And requests are open (blue lock and windbreaker for now) ✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧
Tags: backshots, insecurity, fluff, comfort, cuddling, aftercare(?), ooc maybe, no spoilers, crackfic, not explicit, when bro flips you during backshots and calls you pretty
Word count: 378
Growing up, you never felt confident enough; you hated hearing and seeing yourself in videos and pictures, and you rarely took pictures or videos of yourself. Hell, you won't even believe having yourself a boyfriend is real.
But now you're getting a hard (hard, not rough) pounding from the back in Umemiya's room. You covered your mouth, muffling yourself so he wouldn't hear you, at least. As you muffle yourself, you feel your boyfriend stopping and placing his hand on yours
"Let me hear your pretty voice okay?" He said as he moved your hand from your mouth and kissed your cheek.
That made you fluster hard, and you still haven't gotten used to being called pretty. You proceed to bury your face in the mattress as he continues to give you backshots
Hearing you muffle your sweet noises, Umemiya doesn't mind it; it's your choice, after all. But he wishes that he could hear your moans and whines. Wait... What if he just...
He suddenly flipped you over and continued to thrust into you.
"U-Ume..."
"Hm? Something wrong, dear?"
He stopped and you paused for a while, your heart beating faster, your hand placed on his chest. You always imagined doing this with him, face to face. But the more you thought of it the more you feel insecure about your appearance.
"Hey... What's wrong? We can stop if you want..." He said, brushing his fingers on your cheek.
"W-why?"
"Why? Why what?"
"Why did you flip me around?"
"Because I want to see your face, you're pretty... You know that?" He confesses, a tint of very light pink painting his cheeks.
Pretty? Pretty? Really? Your tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You both stayed in that position. You feel a mix of surprise and happiness. The best thing anyone has said to you.
A tear fell from your eye, down to your cheek, continued with a sniffle, and another tear.
"I think that's enough for tonight," he said when he noticed your tears. He hugs you for a while and then goes to clean you up. A few minutes later you're dressed in your sleeping clothes, under the blanket, and Umemiya's arms around your body.
"There there..." He said, soothing you and patting your back.
Kir's notes: tbh I watch Windbreaker only for Togame Jo, turns out I like the anime. I rely on the wiki and the info I got so far from the anime for this, so bear with me. Enjoy :)
Tags: out of character, vague end, y/n has a crush on Sakura, first date hangout.
Word count: 924
You've always liked Sakura Haruka. How he looks, his white hair making his yellow iris stand out. You don't understand why your friends and teachers see him as weird, disgusting even. Making him the blame for everyone's problems. Wallet gone? Blame him. He fought to protect himself. His fault. You can't tell about your little crush to anyone, not even your best friends who hate him, which is all of them.
You stopped seeing him when you started attending high school. Turns out he moved to another school. You feel a bit sad but you understand. You hope that he will be accepted in his new school and you wish to see him in the future.
One day you got dragged by your friend to East Wind shopping street after school, window shopping the beautiful dresses and cakes. And while they are window shopping, you spot someone from the corner of your eye. You looked back and you saw Sakura with his new friends. It's not normal to see him around a bunch of guys who're talking to him, like a friend. You stared at him for a while until your friend called.
"(Y/n) What're you doing?"
"Oh... Nothing... I was just... Thinking that's all"
"Wait, isn't that the freak from middle school? Can't believe he actually has friends,"
"Huh... Oh... Yeah,"
"Bet he learns nothing from Furin,"
"What?"
"You know those uniforms they're wearing? They're from Furin High. School filled with a bunch of idiot delinquents. Too much until there are no teachers there,"
"Wait, no teachers?"
"Yeah, now let's go, I don't want to be in the place with freaks like them,"
She said and dragged you by the hand to another area. You wish you could just say 'hi' to Sakura, or wave at him. Instead, he didn't even look at you, not a single glance. But at least his friends accept him.
~•~•
The next day you decided to go to the shopping street yourself. In hopes of seeing him again. You waited and waited until you saw him. You feel your heart thumping hard, legs feel heavy to move. But you approached him anyway, it's now or never. You called him and he looked at you.
"Sakura, hi"
"(Y/n)?"
"Yeah,"
"Oh... Hi,"
"So how's it been?"
"Good,"
"I uh... I was wondering if you want to meet up and... Catch up?"
"Huh?"
"Only the two of us, no one else, promise,"
"Uh... Okay?"
"Great, can I have your number?"
"Sure,"
You both exchanged phone numbers and parted ways.
~•~•
"So... How's school?"
"Good,"
"Is Furin really filled with delinquents?"
"No..."
You initiate a conversation with him as you both walk through the streets of East Wind. You could've picked another place but you wanted to see more of East Wind. Until you saw a Sanrio gashapon machine outside a store.
"Oh Sakura, do you want to play that gashapon over there?"
"Uh... Sure,"
You dragged him by the hand to the gachapon machine. You opened your wallet and pulled out two 100 yen coins, handing one to Sakura.
"Here, you go first,"
You said to him. He inserted the coin and turned the knob and took the plastic capsule.
"Don't open it yet, we'll open it together,"
It's your turn. After you get the capsule you stand up. You both opened it and you got a pochacco keychain. He, on the other hand, got a pompompurin one.
"What do you get?"
"Oh... This guy... Why does he have a butthole?"
"Pompompurin... It's of his design, silly. I got pochacco, he reminds me of you,"
"Huh?"
"He's white and black, like your hair, hehe…”
He blushed after hearing your words, hard. You felt your heart skip a beat seeing his blush, never in your middle school years have you seen him like this.
~•~•
He's kind enough to walk you back to your house, although he said that he lives around his school.
“Thank you Sakura, for today, it was nice, maybe we can maybe… hangout another time?”
“Sure…”
“And thank you for walking me home, you don't have to but… thank you, hehe,”
“Yeah, no problem,”
“Oh, and there's something I want to tell you,”
“Hm?”
Here goes nothing.
“I like you, your eyes are pretty and your hair makes you… you. And you're kind, a good guy… Yeah…”
Your face feels hot while you confess. There was an awkward silence between you two after that. He looked at you, red as a beet.
“I uh… I'm sorry,”
“It's fine, I… Are you okay with somebody like me?”
“Huh? Oh, I'm fine, why?”
“Oh, nothing…”
“Hm, you go home safely okay? Text me when you're home,"
“Okay…”
You waved at him while he walked away.
You didn't get a text from him but you ended up going on a second date and started dating ✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧
~•~•
Bonus (it takes place a year after that date)(idk I just want to write this): you wake up beside him, stirring for a bit and sitting up.
You got permission from your parents to date him and now you're staying in his place for the autumn break.
You looked beside you, seeing your sleeping boyfriend while having his arms around your waist. He must've done that in his sleep. You place your hand on top of his head, ruffling his hair a bit. A few minutes later he opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times
Pairing: -
Kir's notes: I read that Kaiser's mom is a lead actress in his dad's movie after I wrote this, but I'm too lazy to change it. I think that he will help you pick a suitable partner for you. A continuation of this
Tags: spoilers from chapter 260, parent-son bonding, movie night, 12y.o Kaiser, the reader is gender-neutral
Word count: 600
During weekends you would let Michael pick a movie to watch (anything without gore/+18 in it of course) and today he chose a cutesy warm high school romance movie that you remember watching when you were his age.
In the middle of watching you remember that one thought lingering from the day you met him, he looks familiar, yet you can’t recall. You look at him, he looks so engrossed in that movie. It reminds you of the times you would watch it 2 to 3 times a day without getting bored of it. Then this one scene comes along, and you see the main character’s mother, and realization hits. You remember now, she looks like Michael, and not to mention you remembered a rumor from when you were a teen about her cheating on her husband with a richer man. You waited until her scene was over and paused the movie. You looked to the boy who looked at you, confused. “Are you okay? Do you want to continue?” you asked in worry. “It’s fine… Why?” he confirmed and asked back. “Ah, nothing,” you replied and hit the play button on the remote.
You’re glad that he’s okay, but is he really okay? But thankfully that’s the first and last of her appearance. An hour later the credits rolled in and you saw the name of the filmmaker, last name Kaiser. “I… I need to go to bed, good night,” Michael said as he stood up from the couch and walked to his room, formerly the guest room. “Good night…” you replied. He looks a bit scared, wait. You remember it now, you were such a fan of that movie until you became a fan of the filmmaker. That was his last movie before went ‘poof’ from the internet’s surface (apparently). And then the rumor popped up a few months after that.
You decided to check on him in his room. You tip-toed your way to the front of his room, knocked on his door, and pushed the door a bit. You heard his sniffles as he hid under the blanket. “Michael? Are you okay?” you asked as you near him, sitting on his bed corner. No answer. “Michael?” you asked again as you uncovered him a bit. He’s still curled up like a ball, with tears forming, threatening to fall. “Hey, it’s fine… You can tell me if you want,” you assure him as you pat his head.
~•~•~
“M-my dad…” he said, tears falling out of his eyes. You knew it. “My dad made that… Movie…” he continued, his cries a bit louder than before. “There there…” You try calming him down. It took around 45 minutes to calm him down. “It’s a bummer that he made that movie, that was my favorite movie when I was your age,” you stated. You feel guilt over your heart, how can teen you be a fan of a child abuser? He nods in response. “I’ll sell the CD to the thrift store okay?” you ask him, and he nods. “Just remember you’re my boy now okay, you’re safe here, and I’m here for you,” you reassure him as you kiss him on the forehead, say good night to him, and leave his room.
Bonus: after that, you checked the CD case one by one, separating the ones made by that ass of a father and the ones made by other filmmakers that don’t suck. And after work, you go to the thrift store with Michael to sell the CDs and might as well buy the things that he wants.
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Kir's notes: he's my adopted son the moment I saw his backstory :( pls take away all his pain, double it and give it to his parents :(
Tags: spoilers from chapter 260, Kaiser's backstory, 12 y.o Kaiser, mentioned child abu$3, fostering, the reader is gender neutral, the author is bad at comforting
word count: 1507
It was a bit late and you were walking home to your apartment, until you saw a figure in a hoodie curling up like a ball in an alleyway with a football in his arms. You approached the little kid, thinking that he was lost.
"Hi there little guy, why are you out here?" You squat down and ask the kid. He looked at you, his right eye bruised and his face a bit dirty. "A-are you okay?" You asked. He looked away for a while, hesitation in his eyes then shook his head.
~•~•~
Kaiser looked away from the stranger, if he says yes they'll probably leave him or take him back to that nightmare of a house. So he shook his head without making eye contact. "Oh, do you want me to take you home to your p-" Kaiser cut that question off with a hard shake of his head. "How about my place? Well, until you're a bit better," they ask, his heart was moved, and they asked him in a soft tone, the tone that he never heard, no one had treated him like that before. He nods, he wants to go far from that house. And this person seems nice, purely having good intentions.
~•~•~
"Okay then, let's go" You stood up and reached your hand down to him, hoping that he trusted you, aside from all the answers you got from him. He grabbed your hand and stood up himself.
You both walked along the now-closed shops, you let loose of your grip a bit thinking he would too, but instead, he gripped your hand a bit tighter. "So, what's your name?" you asked, trying to start a conversation. "Michael… Kaiser" he answered with a tired voice. "Michael Kaiser... That's a pretty name," you said. "Thank you..." He replied. It ended there, your walk was awkwardly silent until you arrived at your apartment.
~•~•~
The second they turned on the light switch, Kaiser felt weird. He never saw a house this bright and homey. Their apartment is filled with generally cute things, shelves with organized books sitting there, and a balcony with plants.
“You sit there okay, I'll get something for you to eat,” they say, pointing to the sofa and then disappearing into the kitchen. He sat on the sofa, ball in hand, and looked around, it's his first time sitting on a sofa, and it was comfy. He laid his back on the sofa, he felt more comfortable, the feeling he never got in ‘that’ house. The coffee table in front of him is neat with a succulent in the middle. A marveled at the foreign surroundings for a few minutes until they called him into the kitchen.
~•~•~
“Wash your hands first okay,” you ordered him. He nodded and walked to the next where you're standing. You turn the tap on and he reaches to the flowing water. When he finishes you turn off the tap (ofc) and dry his hands with a tea towel. “Wait,” you said to him as you dampened one corner of the tea towel. When you reached his face, he flinched back. “I won't hurt you, promise,” you assure him. With that, he permitted you to wipe the dirt off his face clean. When you're done cleaning his face you ask him to sit down at the dining table.
~•~•~
Kaiser sat down, grabbed a spoonful of food, and put it in his mouth. It's warm… And tasty… another weird feeling. He chewed and savored the food. This will probably be his first and last night here before going back to that miserable house.
They sat across him, eyes focusing on him. “I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself… I'm (y/n),” they introduce themselves. “Oh… N-nice to meet you…” he replies. They hummed in acknowledgment.
~•~•~
After he finished his meal you guided him to your bedroom. “You'll be sleeping here tonight, I'll be on the sofa if you need me,” you informed him, he looked at you and nodded unsurely. He walked to your bed and sat on the side of the bed for a bit. Then he lay down on your bed. “Good night Michael, sweet dreams,” you said as you slightly closed the door, leaving it ajar. You walk to the couch and lie on it. Your eyelids getting heavier and heavier and closed, finally asleep.
A few hours later you woke up to hear sniffling sounds from your bedroom. You walk and open your door slowly to see Michael lying facing away from the door. You slowly approach your bed and turn on the lamp on the bedside table. “Michael, are you okay?” you asked, you're worried something is wrong with him. He only shook his head in response, still facing away from you. “Do you want to tell me ab-” he shook his head. “Alright, I'll be here if you need me okay,” you inform him, he nods in response. After that, you walked to your desk and stayed there, finishing paperwork due in a few days. While you're finishing it, you think of something, he looks familiar, but you can't recall.
“(Y-y/n),” you heard a soft voice calling you. “Hm? What is it, Michael?” you asked. “You'll put me in the police station… right?” He asked, worried. What kind of question is that? You've heard about lost children being turned in to the police station when they're lost. But you don't think that's his case. “Do you want to?” You asked. He shook his head, hard. “I… I don't want to go back there…” he says, voice breaking, on the verge of crying. “Michael…” you said as you sat beside him and hugged him, comforting him. “I… I don't want to go back… My father, he… he hates me…” he uttered, and you feel his tears soaking into your shirt. “A-and he… he likes to… beat me up…” he continued. You're shocked when he said that. His father is insane, no guy would beat a child this bad. “There there… You're safe now, no one will beat you up here,” you assure him hoping that you don't hurt him. He only nods, you can understand how hard it is to talk while crying. “How about you stay with me here for a while,” you said. “Y-yeah,” he replied in agreement.
~•~•~
Bonus: in the end, Kaiser's father goes in jail for child abu$e, reader adopts Kaiser, they grow a parent-child bond, reader supports Kaiser knowing little about soccer and lives happily ever after ✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧