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mcdonaldsnumberone · 1 year

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ULTIMATE BLISS!

kaiser’s the man who could have anything he ever wanted. despite this, the one person he wants is someone that wants nothing to do with him. however, that’s never stopped his incessant courtship—until you throw another variable into the mix.

gender neutral reader

inspired loosely off of @katasstrophy’s snippet

The pursuit of sweetness was something that was geared into the very tenants of being human. It was necessary for survival: the constant consumption of something sweet—the sweetness was what indicated to humanity’s base instinct that something was safe to eat, to make part of ourselves.

Kaiser knew that. Even apart from the evolutionary part of it, people were drawn to those that were kind and understanding. The brain was geared towards finding those that were empathetic and easy to get along with.

Lovers fawned over one another. They exchanged honeyed words and courted each other with thoughtful gifts and loving messages. That was obvious. That was what would be normal for anyone.

Yet Kaiser was attracted to the exact opposite.

“Daaaaarling!” He sang exaggeratedly. Your body physically sagged at the sound of his voice, and you had about two seconds to prepare yourself for the most irritating excuse of a human being alive before he’d start bombarding you for attention. And true to your expectations, the blond soccer player draped a toned arm around your shoulders and yanked you to his side. “I was looking everywhere for you! It’s not very proper to keep an emperor waiting.”

You were unimpressed. Had you been literally anyone else in the world, you might have thought otherwise. “I was busy. I wanted to find someone.”

Kaiser raised an eyebrow, shaking your shoulder. “Looking for someone else other than me? Who? You were watching the game I just came out of, didn’t you? Did you see all the goals I scored? Everyone was cheering for me, and showing those fools from that Blue Lock program who’s superior always makes my day…”

The blond’s heart skipped a beat when he noticed you visibly scowling at his words. It didn’t matter if everyone had had their eyes on him just moments prior, the world screaming his name as he celebrated another victory. It didn’t matter to him whether or not fans were dying to get a glimpse of the emperor himself in action or if throes of gorgeous potential partners would be lining up around the locker room in hopes of catching his attention.

Unlucky for those poor souls, Kaiser was preoccupied with someone else entirely.

“Don’t make such a face!” His free hand grabbed at your cheeks, squeezing your jaw gently. He pretended to pout, and his blue eyes sparkled with a kind of childish glee. “You always look so upset to see me. C’mon, we all know that you look so much prettier when you smile. People are gonna think I’m a shitty emperor if I can’t get my own consort to look happy.”

You nearly choked on your breath. Shoving his arms away from you, you rolled your eyes. “Have you ever sat and thought about why I’d be frowning so much whenever you’re around? Have you ever considered that you might be the reason why?”

Ah, there it was.

That casual cruel tone of your voice, the way your eyes lowered in pure disgust when you looked at him. Kaiser simply couldn’t get enough. He didn’t understand why he was so drawn to you when it was clear that he was the last person on earth that you wanted to be around, yet the more you mistreated the soccer star, the more he craved your attention like a starved man. Maybe he was nothing more than an idiot for chasing after this kind of demeaning attention from you, but there was nothing else in the world that made his heart race as fast or fill his brain up in the way you did.

Kaiser pretended to think before he broke out into his signature smug smile, playing up his theatrics as he normally did. “Hmmm… Nope! I don’t think I’m the issue here. Don’t worry, darling. I get it. I really do. There are so many people who would do anything for a crumb of my attention that you can’t help but get jealous of how popular I am. I promise you that I’m all yours for the taking.”

You guffawed. Soccer skills aside, if there was one thing this man had, it was the audacity.

“You’re fucking insane,” you breathed. “You’re literally sick.”

“Am I?” He purred. Kaiser sidled up to you again. This time, he snuck an arm around your waist, keeping you tightly lodged right next to him so that you wouldn’t wriggle out of his grasp again. “Who’s to say this tough act of yours isn’t some kind of farce to play hard to get? The entire world holds its breath when I tell it to; of course you’d have to play your cards differently if you wanted to stand out to me.”

You gritted your teeth, shooting him a scathing look. “Why would I play hard to get with you? You’re the worst, Kaiser. Nothing can change my mind about that.”

Kaiser’s heart fluttered in his chest again, and he relished the way you looked at him as if he was a piece of gum stuck onto your shoe. What was it about you? Why were you the one person who refused to fall for his charms? He didn’t get it, but instead of being frustrated about it, it only made him double down and chase you harder. Kaiser was a man who could have anything or anyone he wanted: expensive cars, pricey vacations, all with a beautiful model hanging off of his arm or an equally stunning actress buttering up to him if he just wanted it…

Yet instead of being tempted by the thought of sweet-nothings and easy flings, he was haunted by some nobody who couldn’t even spare him the time of day.

“Nothing?” His voice sounded hopeful, and you felt your stomach crawl as his fingers wandered over your sides.

You squared your jaw. “You heard me. Nothing.”

“Not even with my salary? Surely there has to be something you want…,” the boy trailed off. “How about nice dates? I can take you out to the most expensive restaurant in town. Do you want me to buy you a whole new wardrobe? Or what about a new car? You name it, and I’ll get it for you.”

You clicked your tongue at him. “Anyone can buy those things if they work hard enough. You’re going to have to try harder than that.”

He pursed his lips and hummed. “Then what about… some connections? I’m the face of Bastard Munchen. Is there something I can get for you there?”

You craned your neck to steal a glimpse at Kaiser’s face. The persistent glee in his eyes was enough to make your heart sink into your chest, and you bit back the sudden urge to sigh. This was a man who absolutely refused to give up on pursuing you, and as awfully tempting as it was to drain his wallet and make a run for it, you also knew that he also had the smarts to realize when he was being taken advantage of.

This wasn’t something you could slowly taper off of. Kaiser was addicted to having you push him around like some kind of pawn. You were probably the first person that he had to actually work to impress, and unless you somehow managed to nip the evil in the bud, his obsession over you would surely take root and spread its vines all over your life.

In other words, you had to find a way to cut him off. And if that was something out of your power, then you were going to find someone else to shake this annoying lovestruck dog off of you.

“Well…,” you feigned deep thought, cocking your head to the side, “There is one thing I’m interested in. And if I’m right, you’re probably only one of a handful of people who can get it for me…”

“Oh? What is it? If my darling wants something, then it’s my job to get it to them.”

Forcing up the most innocent smile you could muster, you tapped a finger against the side of your cheek. “Ah… What was his name again… I think it was number eleven on your team? The new striker from Blue Lock? Isagi, was it? Yes, I think it’s Isagi. He’s been catching my eye lately, and if you’re so willing to get me anything through your connections, then would you mind getting his number for me?”

Kaiser’s face was priceless.

“You want me to get WHAT?” He spat, his expression immediately souring as if you had just delivered the worst news of his life. You might as well have; if there was one thing Kaiser couldn’t stand, it was being second to anybody else. It was one thing to have you out of his grasp, continually making a fool of himself to gain your favor, but it was another thing to think that you’d have eyes for anybody other than him.

You kept your cool, and you simply averted your gaze. “Weren’t you the one bragging about your connections? It’s not like I’m asking you to go to war or anything. I just want your teammate’s number.”

Kaiser scowled, glowering silently. To bruise his pride further, you peered up at him with a nonchalant grin.

“Or… is that too much to ask of you?”

You wondered momentarily if you were being too mean, but you decided this was good enough. The blond striker looked as if you had punched him in the stomach, unable to hide any of his true emotions. Of course this would throw a curveball in all of his plans; Kaiser simply couldn’t stomach the thought of you developing feelings for someone else. Especially someone like Isagi, who he had considered to be inferior to him in every way possible.

Kaiser answered through gritted teeth, “...Fine. I’ll get it for you.”

You lit up, keeping your poised grin. “Thanks! It means a lot. I think we’re done here, so you can quit bothering me now. I’ll be on my merry way. Don’t forget about our little deal here, okay? I’m sure a post-victory match with your teammates is the perfect opportunity to figure out what Isagi’s number is.”

Kaiser hated the way just thinking about it made his stomach flip inside out. You, all giggles and smiles, wasting your time and energy on a man that wasn’t him. Kaiser didn’t get it. He didn’t get it at all. He was richer, better, more worthy of your attention in every single way than Isagi was, and yet here he was, somehow roped into playing matchmaker between the two of you.

Why was he so hung up over you? It wasn’t like he wasn’t head-over-heels crazy when you weren’t in the picture either. Nobody appealed to him anymore. None of the attractive people at the high-end clubs he went to, nor the selection of important elites he ran into every now and then… All he cared about were your degrading remarks and the glares you’d shoot at him whenever he got too near you.

No, this was absolutely unacceptable. Just the idea of losing you to someone else was absolutely unforgivable in his book. These sides of you, these precious expressions and words of yours, were reserved for him and him only. He was disgusted at the thought that someone else would be holding you in their arms, listening to your pretty voice and eating up all of your antics… He couldn’t bear thinking about it any longer.

Kaiser decided firmly to himself. He didn’t care if this made him any more lovesick or obsessive than he was. This was his stage, and he was the sole protagonist in it. He’d be damned if some clown for nowhere came up and upstaged him. You were his rightful love interest, and Kaiser refused to accept anyone else to play that role.

He was going to have you. One way or another, he’d find a way so that you’d fall in love with him just the way he had fallen in love with you.

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #michael kaiser #x reader #my writing #GIRL . i wrote this without anything in mind and this shit lowkey took a darker turn than i expected wtf #pov: me when im sick in the head

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puppetmaster13u · 7 months

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Even More Meat Marionette Au

But a lil drabble <3 Because my ADHD snatched this au and isn't letting go.

There were tunnels under Gotham.

Everyone knew about them, even if they were rarely spoken of. There were tales about them, some whispered in hushed voices from mother to child, others creeping across withered pages stained with age. Stories of creatures, of living shadows, of men going mad, wailing about the things beneath.

No one went into the tunnels.

Not purposely at least.

For one Bruce Wayne, he had fallen the first time- slipped into a well after a night of rain and into those dark caves with stone as black as night and just as stained with blood as the rest of the city.

No one had gone down for a long time, and no one should have gone down for longer still, but the rain had made the crumbling stones slick, the child reaching just a hint too far, and so down he went, nails scrabbling against unyielding rock and blood dripping from soft skin.

The child did not scream, even if his terror was sweet in the air as his blood mixed with the water soaking his clothes. He did not stay, just like the others before him, but the caves remembered the sweetness of the fear he brought.

No one went into the tunnels, not anymore.

Yet the child did.

Oh he wasn’t a child anymore, not to humans, but to the ancient caves, he was still but an infant. He’d eventually leave, and they’d still be there. They had been there long before, and they’d be long after even when the city turned to dust in the sands of time.

And yet…

And yet.

Yet he kept returning, night after night and day after day, running a hand along the stone that should have chilled him to the bone. His fear was still ever so sweet in the air, even if it was lessening over the time. It was… curious.

There was still the scent of fear, of terror coming from the human, but it also wasn’t. It was coming from him, but it wasn’t his own fear.

The emotion clung to him, but it wasn’t his. It was others’ fear, others’ fear he was bringing down to the cavernous tunnels. Others’ fear he was feeding It, unknowing or not. A gift, a meal, something for It and It alone.

It was only polite to return the favor, to gift the little human something to fight and terrify. As much as the spilled blood pleased It, the tunnels understood that it would be far better for Its little human to stay healthy, to be able to bring blood not his own.

The city was always full of corpses and the tunnels stretched far longer than humans realized after all, It could reach any who fell. Purposeful deaths, accidental, it made no difference to the bloodstained stone beneath.

It would call to Its little human soon enough, Its gift was nearly complete after all. Something to fly without the creaking metal or suits of wires. Something new, something It hadn’t formed before.

After all, what use would It have for a living body? What use did flesh and stone need to move? It had been here for a long time, and It would be here longer still, but perhaps, perhaps just this once another would last past the crumbling of life and bones turning to dust.

A gift, from the tunnels to him.

For one Bruce Wayne, who had returned to them with sacrifices of flesh and blood and fear each night. For one child who had fallen and returned to the depths of the tunnels, for one child that was Its.

This is a combo of my Au & @phoenixcatch7's and you need to check out their Possessed Doll Au because it's amazing <3<3

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