So, my request is what if Bllk men had to leave their spouse and child for a few minutes (maybe they are on playground, park or smth) and then they heard a screaming and see that that spouse is attempting to run after someone who stole their child, while that kidnapper does manage to outrun spouse I don't think they would be able to outrun pro athletes...

Imma run with your idea 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

Guys ignore that Rin looks like he came from a mothership from mars. Okay thanks!

Blue Lock characters ──────and get my child back

Pairings. Blue Lock character x reader

Featuring. Isagi Yoichi / Itoshi Rin / Bachira Meguru / Itoshi Sae

Tags. fluff, crack, chasing like I chase a new Blue Lock chapter update

Tw. violence, swearing, kidnapping, blood

Request:

You are with your husband and your kid on the playground. Your husband had to take a quick business call and left for a little while. But when he came back, he was just in time to see that someone ran away with your kid. What will he do?

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Isagi Yoichi

ꨄ︎ This man will kick up a fuss. Goes full sprint mode. Maybe takes like two minutes to catch up.

ꨄ︎ And when he catches up, ohoh, you just know that shit's about to go down.

ꨄ︎ You might've already wagered a guess, but as the creative linguistics person Isagi is, everything that tumbles out of his mouth is creative, too. Even if it is to the detriment to the people around him.

ꨄ︎ He doesn't resort to violence, but warnings are well in order, and absolutely paired with a dead stare that looks completely mismatched on his sweet face.

| Extract |

Isagi had just wrapped up a call, when a flash of movement caught his eye.

Alarmed, Isagi whipped around, only to be met with an atrocious sight.

Your child, who was just playing on the swings, being crudely grabbed by a hooded person, while you tried to take her back.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Isagi yelled out, quickly making his way to the playground.

But upon arriving, Isagi was just in time to see the hooded person jerk himself away, your child slung over his shoulder.

You gave chase, but the hooded person was still far away. Isagi, as the athlete he was, easily caught up with you, his face scrunched together in fury.

"What happened here?"

"He... took... her." You managed to say between pants, but it was enough for Isagi.

With a nod, he motioned for you to slow down. "Let me handle this, those shoes won't take you far. I'll come back with her." He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead.

You nodded, squeezed his hand, then Isagi was off.

"Come back here, you lousy motherfucker!" He shouted, eyes fixed on the hooded man.

The man in question turned around, eyes widening upon meeting Isagi's blazing ones.

"Dad!" Your child called out, relief evident on her face.

"Sit tight!" Isagi yelled, before kicking it up a notch.

A surprised yelp was the only reaction the man could give, before Isagi lunged forward, tackling the man onto the ground.

Your child rolled out of his grip, luckily unscathed.

Isagi hastily rushed up to her, worry creasing his forehead. "You okay?" He rubbed her shoulders. "That must've been really scary."

Your kid nodded, eyes sparkling. "Yeah, but you were there! Going like fwuuum and fwaapp!" She made some elaborate hand gestures that mimicked explosions.

That were some peak special effects. Directors, take notes.

Isagi chuckled at her antics, but the mirth quickly died out when the man tried to scramble up.

"Just go back to your mum, okay? I'll handle this." Isagi patted her hair, before gently pushing her to your direction.

After your child was out of hearing distance, Isagi turned to the man, stepping dangerously close.

"What exactly went through your puny brain when you did that, you pig-faced leech?" Isagi impatiently narrowed his eyes, his arms crossed.

The man opened his mouth to respond, but Isagi was faster. "Do you think this is funny? The only person here making a fool out of themself is you, mister I can't even run straight."

The man's eyebrows screwed together in confusion. There was a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Yeah, I saw you running." Isagi clacked his tongue. "You looked like a newborn giraffe."

The man opened his mouth. Closed it.

Isagi scoffed. "What, too stunned to clap anything back? So your brain and your body are slow? Please, pick a struggle."

"Hey..." The man said meekly.

"And to think you had to steal my kid. Mine. I know you're probably lonely as hell, what with that outfit, but do you really think you would have been a match against her? Seriously."

"Match? I wanted to sell her."

"To the highest bidder?" Isagi rolled his eyes. "Please, my kid's worth much more than your ability to count to a hundred."

The man blinked.

"Keep that in mind." Isagi sneered. "There should be ample space left in that empty headed skull of yours. And don't let me see your ugly mug again, you walking advertisement for before pictures, because if you do, I'll make sure the only "after pictures" you'll have is a nice mug shot."

After having said that, Isagi stomped away, but not without throwing a menacing glare over his shoulder that made the man shrivel away into the concrete.

"Everything's gone good?" You raised an eyebrow at Isagi upon his arrival.

"Everything's good." Isagi murmured, before wrapping you in his arms.

"Dad!" Your little one ran up to him, launching herself into his arms.

"Hi, sweetheart." Isagi nuzzled her head, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Are you okay?"

"Yes!" She giggled. "That was fun! Lousy motherfucker, lousy motherfucker!"

The colour drained from Isagi's face.

...

...

You slowly, very slowly, turned towards your husband, a carefully neutral expression on your face.

You faced your daughter. "Sweetie, can you give us a moment? Why don't you play on the swings? Don't stray too far!"

Realising what was happening, Isagi's eyes widened. "Ah no, don't leave--aaand she's gone."

Isagi met your gaze. He shivered. He couldn't help it.

"You are in big trouble."

Even though Isagi had gone up against Rin in flow mode and lived to tell the tale.

Even though Isagi had singlehandedly declared a metaphorical war on both Noel Noa and Loki in the same breath.

Even though Isagi had just taken down a kidnapper without even breaking a sweat.

Isagi still found himself shrinking in on himself underneath the weight of your withering glare.

Maybe he'd done all that. But compared to you, those paled to the absolute fury that was before him.

Maybe he should've been the one that was taken by the kidnapper.

Isagi bowed his head, looking sheepish and contrite.

"Yes ma'am."

Itoshi Rin

ꨄ︎ Ohoh, you do not want to piss off Itoshi Rin. And especially not Itoshi Rin's beloved ones.

ꨄ︎ If he's a beast on the field, then he is a monster off of it.

ꨄ︎ He does not pull his punches. He pushes them through. It's just purely basic primitive instinct at that point.

ꨄ︎ A glorious face off between two boxers? No. A battle of the wits? No.

ꨄ︎ A one-sided beating that'll end up in a landslide victory for Rin? And maybe... possibly an alarming visit to the ER for the other? Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner here.

ꨄ︎ This person stole his kid? He'll steal their ability to walk.

ꨄ︎ You know how Rin loves to be blunt? Oh, he will be. Especially during a fight. He'll run his mouth, sprouting insults that'll have you covering the ears of your kid and praying for the sanity of the victim.

ꨄ︎ NPC. Lukewarm dish. Regret in human form. What's new?

| Extract |

"Let me go! Mum!"

Rin flinched, the scream piercing his ears, the voice of the person on the phone drowning out.

There.

"Oh no you fucking don't." Rin snarled, a hot vulcano boiling in his chest.

"Uh... what? Excuse m--"

"Not now." Rin smashed the "end call" button and sprinted over to the playground.

But he was too late.

A person in black clothing pushed you aside, hoisting your wailing kid over his shoulder.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" You shouted in distress, getting on your feet to chase after them.

But Rin's steadying touch on your shoulder made you pause.

"Stay here. I'll get her back." Rin looked in your eyes, an intense edge to his gaze. With a dazed nod, you complied. "Bring her back."

"That's not the only thing I'll do." Rin muttered.

And then, he was off.

He weaved through people like fluid water, partly due to his physical prowess as an athlete, mostly due to the thunderous expression on his face.

"You let her go, right this instant!" Rin hollered. "If you only so as touch her..." His eyes darkened.

"Dad, dad!" Your kid was one of the very rare people that was not scared off by his menacing glare.

"Don't tell your mother. Slap him on the face." Rin shouted at her.

"Okay!" She laughed and did as what her was told.

"Hey! Leave that!" The kidnapper tried to pry off your daughter's fingers, but by the time he'd managed to do so, Rin was on him in an instant.

The first and only rational thing Rin did, was take his daughter off the ground and hand her over to you, who had followed him from a distance.

All the following things? They were just pure instinct, fueled by unadultered rage.

"You..." Rin stomped over to the man, a crazed look on his face. He kicked the man's stomach. "Filthy." Kick. "Piece." Slam. Cough. "Of." Kick. Splutter. "Damned garbage!"

But before Rin could give the finishing blow, the man crawled away, blood dripping from his chin. An appalled expression gleamed in his eyes.

He moved his hands frantically before him, a pathetic attempt to shield himself from Rin's overpowering rage.

"Wait! I'm sorry!" The man pleaded.

Rin stopped. Seemed to contemplate that for a moment.

Then he lunged forward.

"You'll be sorry, alright." Rin hissed, throwing a punch in the man's face. The man stumbled backwards, but before he could fall, Rin grabbed his collar, pulling him towards him in a pitiful power display.

"You'll be sorry when your pathetic heart needs the help of IV tubes to keep it beating!" Rin snarled, decking him on the face again.

Blood splurted out of the man's nose. His cheek was already sporting a bruise. He struggled to get out of Rin's grasp, but Rin was bigger, stronger, and most importantly of all, furious.

"You'll talk when I give you permission to talk, you pest." Rin hissed in a low voice, before throwing the man onto the ground.

The man crumpled in on himself with a pitiful whimper.

Rin lurched forward, fist extended, but strong grips on his arms prevented him from beating the man to a pulp.

"What are you doing?! Get your hands off of me!" Rin tried to kick himself free, but the four men retaining him held him tightly between them.

"That's enough." One of them firmly said. "You don't need to be charged for murder here."

Another casted a dismayful look on the pile of Pathetic Man. "Looks like he's suffered enough."

"If his heart's still beating he hasn't suffered enough!" Rin shouted, but the men wouldn't budge.

A sigh. "Let's get you back, the police will be here soon. I reckon that being convicted wouldn't be high on your list, no? So you better listen to us."

Rin snarled "I don't listen to anyone!"

"Rin?"

Rin stiffened.

"Ah, who might this lovely lady be?"

"She's my wife." Rin hissed, a warning in his voice.

One of the men tilted an eyebrow at you. You nodded, clutching your daughter's hand.

"Dad!"

Your daughter ran up to Rin, who engulfed him in a hug. The men exchanged looks and reluctantly, they released Rin.

"Dad, you're bleeding!" Your daughter ran her fingers over Rin's bloodied knuckles.

"I'm fine." Rin grumbled. "Most is of his, anyway."

"Yeah, you really did a number on him." One of the men whistled between his teeth. "He won't be able to walk for at least a week."

"A week? That's not enough." Rin spat. "I'l make it two, jus--"

A grip on his arm. "Rin." Your eyes were set hard. "Let's go home."

Rin seemed conflicted for a moment, his eyes flicking to the unconscious man and you, but after a beat he sighed, resigned.

"Fine."

As the three of you walked home, Rin looked at you sideways. "You're not hurt, right? Or I can just go back an--"

"No, I'm not, Rin." You sighed. "Are you, though?"

"I'm fine."

"Yeah, of course!" Your kid enthused. "Dad completely beat him! You have to teach me!"

"I..." How could Rin, when all his actions had stemmed from his destructive tendencies? His punches had been devoid of technique but he had made up for that with strength and speed.

"Maybe." That earned him a stomp.

"Itoshi Rin!"

Oh no. Not the full name.

"We will not teach her such things."

"Aw mum!"

Your daughter slumped.

"Only this one."

You stomped Rin's shoulder.

"What did you do that for?" Rin frowned.

"That's for getting yourself hurt."

You leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss on Rin's lips.

"And what's that for?" Rin mumbled, eyes dazed.

"That's for everything else." You smiled crookedly at him, watching the pink liven Rin's cheeks up. The dichotomy of Rin's dual sides really wasn't something to be underestimated.

Rin's eyes were soft, flicking between yours, as if he could just travel the world in between them.

You pressed another kiss to his mouth.

A gag.

"Ugh, I don't want to learn that one!"

Bachira Meguru

ꨄ︎ Remember that cheerful, happy-to-go man that always has a beaming smile on his face?

ꨄ︎ I don't. He becomes a full switch-up when his family is threatened.

ꨄ︎ Isn't much for words, but he'd throw a punch or two. Or seventeen.

ꨄ︎ He won't make it his objective to incapacitate the other person, but he will make sure that they'll remember whom ecactly they crossed for the following month.

ꨄ︎ Afterwards, he'll be like. "If I ever catch you again..." In a threatening voice, but after that, his personality does a 180 again, and he's back to his friendly self.

ꨄ︎ Becomes clingy in the aftermath. He might not show it, but the events did shake him. Good luck trying to get him off of you, because he's not letting you go, ever.

| Extract |

Bachira was chattering in the phone, talking another poor businessman's ear off, when he heard a bone-chilling scream.

His heart stilled. The pleasant smile fell off his face.

He turned his head, only just in time to see you take off, after a hooded figure who was carrying...

Bachira squinted his eyes, he couldn't quite see what it was.

"Mum!"

No... it couldn't be.

"Sorry, gotta go! I'll catch you later!" Bachira said in the phone, ignoring the spluttering of a very irate businessman.

"Alright, pebbles for brains." Bachira muttered, his lips forming a snarl, "Let's see how fast you are."

Then, he was off.

He zigzagged through the masses, light on his feet, as if this were a dance he'd performed a million times.

Soon, he caught up with you.

"Bachira!" You said in relief, "That man--"

"I know." Bachira fixed his eyes forward grimly. "I'll get him, okay? Trust me."

A soft smile flitted on your lips. "Always."

A small smile quirked Bachira's lips upwards, the only preamble before he pecked the corner of your lips and took off.

Bachira sprinted through the people, eyes fixed straight on his target. He was getting increasingly closer and closer, just mere metres away from the kidnapper.

"Behind you."

The man turned around with fearful eyes, the voice being too close for comfort.

But when he pivoted, there was no one behind him actively pursuing him.

However, because he neglected to not decelerate, he kept on running straight in the arms of...

One smug Bachira.

"Aha! Gotcha!" He grinned eerily, his teeth showing. Were those talons?

The man yelped and keeled over.

Luckily, Bachira managed to scoop up your daughter before she could be taken with him in his fall.

"Dad!" She let out an elated laugh, slinging her arms around his neck.

"My little rascal." Bachira pressed a kiss on her nose, ruffling her hair playfully. "You okay? If not, give the big scary man a good kick, okay?"

"I'm fine, but can I kick him?" She pleaded, "He was super slow! You beat him!"

"That you did." You chuckled, finally having caught up with them.

Bachira handed you your kid, letting out a sigh of relief.

But it wasn't over just yet.

"You vile schmuck!" The man on the ground spat.

Bachira raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. His hands were daringly poised on his sides as he leaned in, his nose now mere inches distanced from the man.

"What did you say?" Bachira innocuously repeated.

"I said vi--"

He was cut of by a slam! in his stomach.

The man coughed, spittle flying out of his mouth.

Bachira tilted up both his eyebrows, still donning an innocent expression. "What was that? I don't think I heard you, thieving mister."

"You fucking freak--" The man hissed, trying to scramble away by crawling backwards on his hands.

Bachira became ominously still.

"Say that again."

"Fre--"

Bachira threw himself on him.

What followed were a lot of punches (Bachira), a lot of eerily giggling (Bachira), and a lot of pained grunts (the man).

"Not so tough now, huh?" Bachira taunted, his eyes egging on maniacal.

The man was too pained to speak.

"This "freak" here defeated you, mister I spent too long in the Mac Donalds." Bachira cracked his neck, jostling his fingers. "If you want another round, I can take you to a more... secluded space."

The man's response on that invite was to run away.

"Aw man, and just when I was looking forward to a good beating." Bachira deplored.

"Bachira." You came to him, having looked on from the sidelines when he was handling it. "You're bleeding."

"Yeah, dad looks like an action star now!" Your little girl exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah." At the reminder Bachira wiped away the blood from his lips. "I look pretty cool, huh?"

"The coolest!"

"And dirty." You raised an eyebrow. "Come on, let's get you into bad."

Bachira grinned devilishly. "Only if you join me!"

"Ew! Stop flirting!"

"You want to join in then?" Bachira eyes sparkled mischievously.

"No!" Your kid crossed her arms.

"Good, then I'll have your mother completely for myself and--"

"La la la la!" She pressed her hands against her ears.

You rolled your eyes at their antics. Pulling at Bachira's sleeve, you hauled him with you. "You'll bathe alone."

"Aw, what?!" Bachira deflated, "No!"

"I'll take a shower with our little one here later." You explained.

Bachira jutted out his bottom lip. It wasn't pouting, but it was surely near it.

"Aww... can't she go alone?"

"No, I can't!" Your daughter stuck out her tongue. Bachira huffed and did the same.

You sighed. "You guys are both immature."

"But that's a good thing, right? Right?" Bachira tickled your neck.

The corners of your lips tugged upwards. "I guess it's always entertaining to see you act like a three year old."

"Hey!" Bachira squawked in offence. "At least you never get bored with me!"

That was true.

Bachira was the light of your life. He was caring, cheery, maybe a bit eccentric at the edges. But he was yours.

You smiled. A smile that reached your eyes and touched your heart. A smile that only Bachira managed to draw out of you.

"That indeed."

Itoshi Sae

ꨄ︎ He's basically nonchalance incarnate.

ꨄ︎ However... underneath the thickly veiled apathy, he cares.

ꨄ︎ That might not be too visible for most people, though. There's no shouting. No hurried pacing. No fighting.

ꨄ︎ But there is vulnerability and hurt in his eyes. There is the slight tremor in his fists. The low undercurrent of anger and warning in his tone.

ꨄ︎ Catching a kidnapper? That's a walk in the park for him. Watch him break out in a sprint that'll make him appear like the Flash, but won't even make him break out in a sweat.

ꨄ︎ Upon catching the kidnapper, he will have some words for him. And then he'll just walk away. Demure. Controlled. Nonchalant.

ꨄ︎ That's what most people think.

ꨄ︎ No. He'll go farther. Much, much farther. Black mailing? Check? Social isolation? Most definitely. Public humiliation by posting information that could get them cancelled for the following fourteen light years or so? Absolutely. Double check.

| Extract |

Sae just came back from getting a coffee (no one would dare call him on his free day), when a stress-inducing sight met him.

"You fucker!" You yelled, trying to take your daughter back, but the kidnapper was too fast. He sprinted away, your daughter on his shoulder.

"Fucking lukewarm." Sae cursed, carefully setting down his still warm coffee mug.

He then jogged off, following your figure.

"Stay here. I'll take care of it." Sae said to you, while jogging next to you.

You panted, nodding your head. "Okay. Be careful!"

"You don't have to tell me." Sae mumbled darkly, before running a little faster.

"Dad!" Your kid called out in relief when Sae came within her peripherals.

Sae's eyebrows lifted for a second. "I'll be with you in a second."

Then, he disappeared.

"Har har! Some dad you have!" The kidnapper mocked. "I bet he'll leave yo--"

The kidnapper suddenly tripped over something, face-planting in the ground.

In his fall, he released your kid, causing her to sail through the air and land...

In Sae's waiting arms.

"Dad!" She slung her arms around Sae's neck.

Sae pressed a kiss against her cheek. The barest hints of a smile touching his lips.

But all mooshy love signs withered away, falling flat on Sae's aloof face.

Still carrying your child, he stepped towards the man, a sneer painting his lips.

"Look at you. Pathetic." His eyes disdainfully flickered over the man, as if he were nothing but garbage.

The man coughed, raising his fist, but before it could make contact with Sae's skin, it was intercepted by Sae's free hand.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Sae said lowly, his voice barely above a whisper, but louder than a threat. His grip on the man's hand turned into bone crushing.

The man's face went pale. A groan left his mouth, as he tried to struggle himself free.

Sae leaned in, his eyes narrowed. "I won't embarrass you more than you already have yourself, you lukewarm shit. But don't think you're getting away with this."

Impossibly, his vice grip became more menacing. A scream tore from the man's throat. Then, Sae released the man. Calmly stepping over him.

Upon arriving back at you, you exhaled in relief. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You took your daughter from him, but not before giving him a peck on his lips.

Sae's eyes softened.

"Can you look over her for a minute? I need to make a call."

"I thought no one called you on your free day." You remarked curiously.

"This... is a special case."

Thinking nothing of it, you nodded. "Okay, I won't let her stray too far away."

Sae inclined his head, taking the coffee cup from you.

What he didn't mention, was why he was making the call. It wasn't difficult to swipe the wallet of the man away, it being sprawled unprotectedly on the floor.

There were consequences to every action, after all.

When his agent picked up the phone, Sae lifted his coffee to his lips.

It was still warm.

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