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michael kaiser who has dreams of a life surrounded by love—growing up with the mom who abandoned him and a father who had not buried his life in alcohol and abuse.
michael kaiser who yearns to be loved but believes he is incapable of reciprocating it. born to a life of misery, he knows he is a bad person and knows he has lost himself to the same hatred he had despised as a child.
michael kaiser who meets you and is fearful of how to approach you. he tentatively steps around his feelings, knowing that if he gets too close, he will burn your relationship as he had with all others.
michael kaiser who sneers and turns away from you, guilt poisoning his heart but he is incapable of confronting his vulnerability.
michael kaiser who argues with you every time he sees you. he admires how you're headstrong and refuses to take in his bullshit. he wants to love you how you deserve but all he can do is grossly hope you realize this is the love he knows.
michael kaiser who wants to heal for you but refuses to confront his trauma. karma is knowing he is ruthless and disgusting, being seen as a cruel emperor incapable of forming a positive connection.
michael kaiser who no longer speaks to you through words, but through eyes of longing and yearning. he sees the way your heart breaks with his as you turn away; you deserve better and both of you understand.
kaiser who went home that night and looked into the mirror, seeing a boy named michael in the streets of berlin wishing to be loved, only to not know how.
michael kaiser who wishes to be anyone but himself
i think im in my blue lock brain rot era rn
cw: making out with my beloved kaiser
the rose patterned tattoo on michael kaiser's neck looked absolutely gorgeous and you definitely held back the urge to kiss it.
kaiser was scrolling through his phone when he felt your eyes staring at him. he turned to looked you with an eyebrow raised. "what?" he asked. you snapped from your thoughts of nibbling on his tattoo. "nothing." you said as you rose up from your armchair and walked over towards him.
you placed yourself above his lap, making him put away his phone. arms slithering across his neck, you said,
"you're so pretty,"
as you twirled some of his blue streak locks in your finger. kaiser's lips curled into a smirked. "not as pretty as you being above me like this," he said, as his hand began to snake around your hips.
you giggled at his words. god, he's just so pretty. you stared into his blue hues as he stared into yours. your hands hold the sides of his face, slowly closing the gap between you. his lips, your lips matched perfectly with one another. your tongues were dancing at first until kaiser wanted to turned up the heat by deepening the kiss. you sighed into his lips. kaiser gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him.
you released him for air and continued to suck on his skin, specifically on the tattooed part of his neck. kaiser groaned when he felt a sharp sting. "hah, did you just bit me?" he sighed as you continued to kiss his neck. you brought your face towards his and kissed his lips. "it's hard to resist that rose tattoo of yours," you pouted. kaiser lifted your face with his index finger.
"you're more irresistible, meine liebe."
im so in love with him omg
bullies to lovers with kaiser?? yes please
anyways i think i should stop writing about kaiser at this point 💀💀
bully kaiser! who would always snicker at you whenever you answer a question and turns out your answer was wrong.
bully kaiser! who pretends to bump into your shoulder everytime you past each other in the hallway, making you drop your notes to the floor.
bully kaiser! who would stick his leg out and making you trip in the cafeteria, laughing at your clumsy self along with his group of friends.
bully kaiser! who slowly becomes attached to you, disturbing your peace is a must for him and when you seem to ignore him, his heart will feel uneasy because deep down, he wants your attention.
bully kaiser! who came to rescue you when he saw that you were actually being picked on by girls who envy you because you caught his attention and not theirs.
bully kaiser! finds himself getting closer to you day by day by asking you to sit with him at lunch and accompanying you back home after school.
bully kaiser! has his head full of you and you only when his group of friends teased him for having a crush on you.
bully kaiser! finally admits and as he was walking you home, he stopped in front of your door and asked you to go to the soccer match this weekend to support him which you gladly accept his offer (your answer made him wide awake that night btw).
bully kaiser! who saw you in the crowd, smiling and cheering for him during the match as he scored the final goal for you.
bully kaiser! who hugs you after the match, whispering "thank you for coming" in your ear as you quizzically hug him back.
bully kaiser! who holds both of your hands in his and finally confesses to you about how much he likes you and explained how all the stuff he did to you back then was unintentional because all he wanted was your attention (you chuckled at his rambling on this one).
love struck kaiser! who felt sparks flying around him when you kissed him for the first time. you told him that you liked him back and accepted his apology with a smile. thus, that marks his very first relationship journey with you. he doesn't tell this to anyone but he hopes for you both to grow old and even start a family together. god thinking about that just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
kaiser dreamt of you last night.
he sits straight up when he wakes. there's a funny taste in his mouth, like there's some sort of leftover residual from calling out your name so often. he can't recall what the dream was about or why you were in it, but he saw your face nonetheless.
and if he glances over to his side, where you've already permanently claimed that half of his bed, he'd see that same face sound asleep.
kaiser watches as your spine slowly rises and falls with every steady inhale you take. peace hangs over your sleeping form so naturally that kaiser has to blink twice to make sure he's still not dreaming. you're lying on your stomach, facing him, your head resting on your folded hands. the covers have slipped down your body so that your shoulder is exposed, moonlight glazing over your skin to give you a gentle twilight glow.
he glances at the wall clock on the opposite side of the room. it's close to 3 a.m. and he's supposed to be up in a few hours for an early start that day. regardless, he leans his torso forward, his arms reaching out to pull the covers over your body.
"you're so pretty," he mutters to himself, refraining from touching you more when his finger brushes delicately against your bare skin. "it's not fair."
at that moment, a deep exhale leaves your lips and kaiser tenses up, suddenly flustered at the prospect that you might be listening. he doesn't move a muscle, instead holding his breath with pursed lips when your stir briefly in the silence. just when he thinks he's safe, your eyes slowly flutter open and kaiser doesn't even realize the slow smile that plays on his lips.
you wake up to find kaiser's wide eyes on you but it's far too early in the morning to register your lover's wonderstruck gaze. it's become a habit for you to reach your hand to him, tugging on the hem of his shorts in a gesture that tells him to come closer.
kaiser complies all too easily, eventually entangling his legs in yours as you cling onto him, fingers gently gliding down his bare back as you bury your face in his chest.
"what's wrong?" you mumble. though he doesn't flinch, the way your lips move against his collarbone as your head slightly tilts upwards tickles.
"nothing," he says.
you sigh and kaiser revels in the tingling sensation left by the warmth of your breath. "y'said i'm pretty?"
kaiser hums thoughtfully to himself, amused that you did, in fact, hear him. he doesn't want to give in though. he likes withholding these kinds of things from you because the way you pout and seek his attention is too adorable to pass up on. it's an equal tug most of the time though. you too didn't quite like admitting that he can be cool and sweet sometimes. all of your peers like to make fun of you for being so reluctant to be straightforward to each other, but it was just the way you and kaiser were.
"no, i didn't," he says then, in an effort to keep up airs.
he can feel you smile against him. “sure.”
“i was talking about myself.”
"sure, okay," you say, pausing briefly before adding, "you are pretty."
kaiser lets out a small chuckle, pulling back briefly so he can kiss your closed eyelids. "is that so?"
you mumble something in affirmation and kaiser is certain you wouldn't have said that if you weren't half-asleep. he waits for a while and in no time, your breathing eventually settles back into that slow, serene rhythm as you completely give in to your drowsiness.
he pulls you even closer, your body heat and his becoming a collective source of warmth, as though letting go would mean losing grip of half of his lifeline. he hopes with all his might that time would come to a stop right then and there because kaiser knows how hard it's going to be to wake up and disentangle himself from you in a few hours.
he finds it amusing that he still dreams of you despite having you right in his grasp. you consumed his thoughts during the day and somehow also weaved your way into his unconscious—oh, kaiser loves you so deeply. he hasn't told you yet, but it's something you feel on an unspoken plane, something you can't help but feel. and the reason that he's so certain about it is because you reciprocate in the same manner. your love for him exists beyond what words can hold and yet kaiser hears you, loud and clear.
at this point, just use me til i pass out 🤗🙏🏻
Scratch my back, pull my hair 'till you tear them, bite my neck so hard you break my skin and blood drool on my chest, make me count every slap on my ass and each time I make a mistake go harder 'till my face is soiled in tears, use my holes as your personal cvmdumpster
HOLDING MYSELF BACK FROM GIGGLING AND FEET KICKING BECAUSE I WAS READING THE FANFICS I REBLOGGED
to those who are wondering whether i'm alive or nah; I AM!! so many things happened (i picked up cosplaying for fun and i'm in college rn) yes i still enjoy watching my silly little animes and no i don't think it's a phase sadly. ngl i wish i'd write more fanfics ugh i don't have the inspiration anymore :(( but to those who are still reading my old fics or to those who had just discovered my blog, hearts to yall frs 🦭💘💘 thank you sm for reading them (eventho i find some of them cringe but being delulu is the only solulu)
GUYS I GOT BLUE LOCK SPOILERS (creds to my friend for these bc i got suspended on tiktok 🤗)
honestly saying i'm so jealous of ness , they both look so happy in here it's not fair not fair not fair not fair not fair not fair! rip to a friend of mine bc they had to listen to me scream my head off about this.
also apparently, ness was the one who gave kaiser his current haircut, yk the one where kaiser has those two long streaks at the back of his head yeah that one.
SHOULDVE BEEN ME IN NESS PLACE SMH
god's chosen emperor.
RAGAHGSHSGSH CAN YOU TELL I'VE BEEN THINKING ABT KAISER FOR LIKE THE PAST FEW DAYS NOW
He's so silly I love him.
close-ups under cut
┊RED LINER┊˚✧
┊ONE SHOT┊MICHAEL KAISER X GN!READER┊
words: 596
unrequested
additional/warnings: ooc(?), cringe, swearing, lots of bickering, Kaiser
erm I think I like Kaiser
I'll work on my blog soon trust (me when I lie)
Sometimes, you really want to throw Kaiser across the room.
“You’re doing it wrong,” his words made you want to mess up on purpose, just so you could hopefully aggravate and annoy the star striker in front of you.
“Shut up, Kaiser. Stay still,” you murmur under your breath, focusing on the task at hand. You suggested doing the eyeliner shit he regularly wears, all because you were bored without anything to do. Kaiser's reaction? Be an uncooperative ass, even when you offered so graciously to do something for him.
Red ink smoothly flowed out of the eyeliner as you carefully filled in the line. The blond had his eyes closed, head tilted up by your hand while you sat on the surface of the sink's counter. Kaiser didn't know what possessed him to let you do this, but to be honest, he'd let you do whatever if it serves him— as he thinks. It's not an excuse, because that's just pathetic.
You finished the second wing, leaning back to see if it looked even and good enough. Kaiser didn't miss that chance to tilt his head, looking at his reflection in the mirror. And, of course, he had to point out the flaws. “It’s not even,” he points out, stating the not very obvious.
The way you were holding back the urge to smack him in the head should be awarded. “What do you mean? It is. You should get your eyes checked,” you retorted, watching him scrunch up his face and look at you like you just ruined his face. He seemed to always do that. You could almost say he resembled some grumpy cat with the way his expressions look.
“You get your eyes checked,” Kaiser rolled his eyes. “Mine are perfectly alright. Meanwhile, you seem to not notice the minor details. You're really shitty at this,” he complained. Suddenly, you get the urge to remove the translator device in your ear, just so you could stop having to understand his ranting. Maybe you should. Hopefully it irks him.
You gave him a look. It was something between ‘I-regret-doing-this-for-you’ and ‘stop-complaining-you-bastard’. There was a click when you capped the liner, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom, filling up the small glimpse of silence after he spoke. “You know, maybe I should've messed up your liner on purpose.”
“Wow,” he replied, taking the red eyeliner back from you. “What, are you that mad you're bad at this? And, to be honest, I can pull off even your shitty, uneven attempts at doing eyeliner,” there he goes again, always preening like a damn peacock. Shit always flaunts whenever he can get to do so. What makes it worse is that he's actually attractive.
That's it. You take off the translator provided by Mikage corps, placing the jet black bud on the marble counter. Kaiser raised an eyebrow, picking up on what you just did. Ah, the peace of being able to ignore him. He was frowning. Cute. You should mess with him some more from now on.
“Arschloch,” Kaiser curses you out, while you're blissfully ignoring what he's saying. This is so fun. You can choose not to understand a single shit he's saying right now!
You point a finger at your ear, not being able to hide the grin etching into your face. “I can't understand you,” you point out, getting an ounce of satisfaction when he rolled his eyes.
You’re starting to think you should mess around with him even more.
divider creds: @/cafekitsune
—come, stay a while.
(though it's not nice to see a familiar face.)
preview.
Wrinkles settling in his forehead with his eyebrows knitted together, a deep, skeptical frown upon his lips as he scanned his reflection, a sense of dread filling him at the familiarity of it.
Oh god, he looked just like him.
synopsis. kaiser, and how his change doesn't seem to change much at all. angst. character interpretation.
warnings. derealization. typical kaiser backstory implications - abuse, neglect, etc. alcohol/alcoholism mentioned. blood but only very little. 1k words. not proofread.
notes. ooc definitely lol. i think it's a bit too melancholy but i don't plan on fixing it. I am projecting so hard. the hyperspecific details are actually references to me :3
He could physically feel himself get worse on more stressful days.
The dull bathroom light illuminated the mirror as Kaiser stared into it. He brushed his blond locks from his face, scanning his own features; the stress of the day etched into them, the natural gleam of attractiveness in his eyes.
He'd accepted a long time ago his life was but a reflection of people before him.
In the mirror, in puddles of rain, in the words of people around him — "you look just like your mother!" It used to sting, the reminder of a mother who looked exactly like him yet he never knew; never loved him as a mother should. First there was anger, spreading over his whole being like a wildfire — why compare him to such a coward, run from home and left her blood behind?
He hated it, disowned it like his mother did him; he hated his blue eyes, which seemed to naturally have a charming gleam in them; he hated his blond hair, which seemed so naturally beautiful he had to make an effort to keep it shaggy, to try to keep him as different from his mother.
The acceptance took years to settle. Eventually he'd come to live with the fact that his reflection was the only thing his mother had left for him to keep. He'd come to find comfort in this fact — somewhere in his blood he was both blessed and tainted with memories of his mom. Truly, engraved within his blood and soul, he still belonged to something. Almost comfortingly, he belonged to his mother. But he did not know his mother. She had no arms to hold him, no voice to guide him; just a face, haunting him in every reflective surface.
Kaiser would stare into the bathroom mirror and not see himself.
Now Kaiser would stare into the bathroom mirror and expect to his mother.
He brushed his blond hair falling into his blue eyes again, in search for something to belong to.
This time, there was something else.
Wrinkles settling in his forehead with his eyebrows knitted together, a deep, skeptical frown upon his lips as he scanned his reflection, a sense of dread filling him at the familiarity of it.
Oh god, he looked just like him.
For the first time, Kaiser felt the intense urge to cover his face. He winced at himself, looking into his own eyes with extreme disgust and judgment, his own expression reminding him of someone else. Why would his father make an appearance now? He'd just never thought he'd find himself looking like...
He tried looking himself in the mirror again, brushing some of his bangs out of his hair. Some pathetic part of him searched for his mother in the reflection, yearned for her care the same way he had when he was younger. And still, like before, there was no one who came to his side. He couldn't unsee it.
He took a sharp breath in, rubbing his eyes long enough until he had splotches of black in his vision. Kaiser looked himself in the mirror again—
And still, his father was there. Silently staring from the mirror in judgment.
Suddenly Kaiser was ten again. When he looked up to the low ceiling, there were splashes of milk stretching out from above his bed up to the corner of the room, painting the ceiling with stars. The pads of his tiny fingers were bleeding from trying to open a can of tuna. The familiar scent of alcohol filled his nostrils — his father was drunk in the living room — but he didn't move from his bed to ask his father for bandages. He did not move to ask his father to open the can himself.
His bedroom walls slowly rotted away, cracks in the corners, the paint peeling off. It didn't take much to notice how many things were in bad condition; entering the house itself had the doors creaking, hell, even the door to his own rotting bedroom creaked loudly when opened.
But Kaiser did not ask his father to get the walls fixed. He did not ask his father to oil his doors' hinges. He did not ask his father for anything. Excluding maybe all the times he'd beg not to be hit...
But he did not ask his father for anything.
And to think that but a child was soaking up such an environment. A polished and unassuming to-be-copy as it sat in the corner of the room. All he could do was reflect what he hungrily absorbed.
That's enough. Kaiser turned away from the mirror, hastily shutting off his bathroom lights. He didn't want to keep seeing his father in himself. He didn't want to see at all.
He walked into the connecting room, leaving the bathroom door open and grabbing a glass to fill with water. He swallowed with fervor, a dizzying feeling of misplaced yet familiar paranoia washing over him in waves.
He had to remind himself he wasn't ten anymore. There weren't any more rotting walls and no more drunk fathers in the living room.
So what was scaring him?
No, what was scaring him more: that it still felt as if his father was here, looming over his every move and judging his every mistake; or that he was the one bringing his father into his own life, in his own actions and in his very reflection.
That somewhere deep down, down to the very nature of his soul, he was bound by blood to a monster.
That somewhere deep down, he belonged to something.
Kaiser glanced towards the rest of his home now. A small apartment. He didn't even live in Germany anymore. Still, he felt he was carrying some part of himself with it. Eerily, it was like nothing had even changed.
Some of the paint on the walls were peeling. He placed the glass of water down to nervously rub the pads of his fingers together. He noticed the bathroom door was still open. Crossing the room to get his hand on the handle, he took one last glance at the mirror. It was dark in the bathroom. He couldn't see himself. He pulled the door closed.
The door creaked loudly shut.
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"The missing piece"
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