Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Was fanfiction meant to be fucking prophetic?

Isagi sighed and slumped down onto the couch in his apartment. A part of him still couldn’t believe he’d ended up cuddled next to Kaiser right after reading a fic starring the “There Was Only One Bed” tag. He thought those kinds of things only happened on AO3!

Surely, that sort of coincidence wouldn’t happen again. Surely, Isagi’s luck wasn’t that bad.

The peace and quiet of his apartment was nice -- no smirking teammates to be found. And finally, he was away from Kaiser and his annoyingly perceptive and prodding eyes.

Now was the perfect time to kick back, relax, and continue reading his way through cyandaydreams’ KaiSagi fic recommendations list. Well, maybe not relax. Isagi didn’t think he’d had a single relaxing experience on Archive of Our Own yet.

The next fic on the list didn’t have much in the way of a summary or tags, but Isagi was willing to give it a try. He still trusted his new Discord friend’s judgement -- just barely. It wasn’t like he’d found anything better on his own.

Archive of Our Own (AO3)

Michael Kaiser x Isagi Yoichi FLUFF AND DRAMA by rebeccakaiserxxx

Blue Lock TV (2019), Men’s Soccer RPF

No Archive Warnings Apply, Isagi Yoichi/Michael Kaiser, Isagi Yoichi, Michael Kaiser, Isagi Iyo, Isagi Issei, Modern AU, Fluff and Angst, Drama & Romance, Falling in Love, Cross-Posted on Wattpad

this fic has been cross posted to wattpad!!! please check it out it’s still ongoing

Language: English Words: 5,266 Chapters: 12/? Comments: 56 Kudos: 61 Bookmarks: 10 Hits: 3,605

What exactly was Wattpad?

Eh, Isagi would look into that later. He was still trying to figure out AO3 after all.

Also, should he be concerned that his parents were tagged in this fanfic? Were their names common knowledge amongst fans? His mom did have a fairly active Facebook and Instagram page; she was always excited to support him, reposting any news about his soccer career and commenting under all of Bastard München’s posts starring him. That’s probably how they found out their names.

At least his fans weren’t as crazy as Kaiser stans.

And maybe having support from the fanfiction version of his parents could finally get him through a story.

With trepidation, but still reluctantly hopeful, Isagi clicked into the fic.

Yoichi wakes up ready to start another average day of his life. It’s his first day of high school!

He gets out of bed and tosses on his oversized Bastard München jersey, the number ten of his all-time favorite soccer player written on the back, and pads over to the bathroom. Yoichi looks in the mirror with a sigh. His luscious, silky black hair simply won’t cooperate. It’s not long enough to put into a messy bun just yet, so he tucks back the delicate strands with some cute clips. Sapphire, bright as the sky and deep as the ocean, orbs stare back at him. His azure jewels are encased in long lashes, round face soft and pink lips plump.

He sighs again. He looks so plain and unassuming.

He’s never going to stand out or be very popular at school.

Isagi shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Reading about his looks like this felt… weird. Growing up, especially before going to Blue Lock, Isagi always thought he had rather plain features. He wasn’t the kind of guy who received chocolates on Valentine’s day or had people confessing to him in the schoolyard. He wasn’t an outcast and he wasn’t popular either, he’d always just felt average. Even after becoming famous, Isagi thought he stood out more for his soccer skills than anything else.

He still felt surprise run through him when he’d catch the stray thirst comment directed his way on social media.

Though describing him with luscious hair and jewels for eyes certainly didn’t feel plain and unassuming.

Also, “the number ten of his all-time favorite soccer player?” There was no way they were talking about Kaiser, right?

Sure, Kaiser had always been his ideal of an amazing soccer player and he was a superstar on the field with world class individual skills and in the rare moments they actually worked together, they complemented each other’s movements so well with no wasted motion or effort, with their thinking perfectly in sync, that they surpassed their limits over and over again with some of the most incredible plays imaginable.

But he’d never be a fan of Michael Kaiser. That notion was ridiculous!

Yoichi isn’t like other boys. He just doesn’t fit in. He’d much rather spend his time playing soccer!

Soccer was still one of the most popular sports in the world, right? That hadn’t changed when he wasn’t looking?

Not like other boys -- what did that even mean?!

His bedroom is surrounded with posters of his favorite soccer players like Noel Noa and, most importantly, Michael Kaiser. Yoichi blushes a fierce red, the same color as Clifford the Big Red Dog, as Kaiser’s piercing cobalt blue stare at him from his walls.

Kaiser is so famous and hot and attractive and talented. It’s too bad that Yoichi is just a regular high school boy that isn’t like other boys. No one will ever pay attention to him like that.

Yoichi walks down the hallway to go downstairs. He’s ready to make himself a bowl of cereal with milk, and some toast with jam. That’s his favorite breakfast.

Why was he a Kaiser stan!? Fuck, he really hoped this fanfic wouldn’t make him one of the crazy ones.

Also, that breakfast seemed very Western. He was still a high schooler in Japan in this fic, right? Even after moving abroad, he’d never really eaten a meal like that. Wasn’t this also meant to be his first day of school? Shouldn’t he put on his uniform?

No fucking way he was wearing Kaiser’s jersey to school.

At the kitchen table, his mother is crying.

“Yoichi! I’m so sorry!” She sobs out, droplet after droplet falling from the pools on her face. “I didn’t have any other choice!”

Yoichi rushes down the stairs and holds her in a hug. “Mom, what are you talking about? What’s wrong?”

His mother talks through her tears as she hugs his back. “Your father! His gambling addiction has gotten worse. We’re going to lose the house! We’re going to lose everything!”

“Mom, it’s okay,” Yoichi pleads as he tries to hold back his own panic. “Everything will be okay. We can figure this out.”

His own shot of panic went down Isagi’s spine as that small ray of hope he first felt before clicking into the fic evaporated. He definitely didn’t like imagining his poor mom crying. And no way his dad would ever have a gambling addiction. He had a feeling he knew where this fanfic was heading and it was sure to be terribly overdramatic and angsty.

The doorbell rings.

“They’re here,” she sighs.

“Who is that?” Yoichi asks, glancing up.

“Your new owner.”

Wait- what?!

Yeah, never mind. He had absolutely no idea where this fanfic was heading.

What the actual fuck was going on?

Yoichi’s pink lips drop open in shock as a furious blush overtakes his face like the color of a freshly steamed lobster that’s ready to be eaten. “M-m-m-my what!?!?”

“This was the only way to pay for the house and your father’s gambling debts and my crippling alcohol addiction,” his mother explains and she moves to open the door.

Tears start flowing from Yoichi’s glassy cerulean windows to the soul at his mother’s words.

Isagi felt beyond confused. Was his mom selling him?! To pay off gambling debts and an alcohol addiction? His wonderful parents didn’t deserve this horrible treatment. And what kind of world was this where parents could just randomly sell their child? Was this some bizarre AU that he’d never heard of?

He was so lost…

And what was up with these horrible metaphors?

Yoichi’s metallic-blue ocular receptors widen in shock and awe as he lets out a gasp. His face turns a bright, scarlet red, like the color of a Starbucks’ Teavana® Shaken Iced Passion Tango™ Tea Lemonade.

“I’ve always wanted to meet you, Yoichi,” Michael Kaiser says in a dreamy German accent as he strolls in. Then he growls in a low, husky, deep, sensual voice, “On your knees for me, Yoichi.”

No. Absolutely no fucking way.

No. No. No-

Isagi couldn’t do it. He couldn’t take another second of this fanfic. He wasn’t strong enough. He wasn’t going to endure reading about getting sold to Michael fucking Kaiser. He didn’t even want to know how Kaiser knew who he was and why he’d want to buy him.

He didn’t care if this was some bizarre alternate universe; there did not exist a universe where he’d put up with getting sold to Kaiser.

One more fic. Just one more fanfic before he’d hunt down cyandaydreams and kick his ass.

Isagi felt a shiver run down his spine. He really, really hoped fanfiction wasn’t prophetic.

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Isagi side-eyed the next fic on cyandaydreams’ recommendations list. Honestly, it didn’t look much better than the first and, at this point, he was seriously judging his new friend’s taste in fics.

Well, cyandaydreams spent his free time running the largest KaiSagi Discord server on the internet. His tastes were already extremely questionable.

Archive of Our Own (AO3)

Fighting on the field by thatisagichick

Blue Lock TV (2019), Men’s Soccer RPF

No Archive Warnings Apply, Isagi Yoichi/Michael Kaiser, Isagi Yoichi, Michael Kaiser, Rivalry, Rivals to Lovers, Banter, Fighting, Fluff and Angst, All of bm is there 2, hiori def pulls out his camera, what else do u expect, no beta we die like nagi seishirou

Another fight between Isagi and Kaiser turns 2 something… More ?

Language: English Words: 835 Chapters: 3/3 Comments: 42 Kudos: 19 Bookmarks: 5 Hits: 2,790

Wait, what was that last tag? “No Beta We Die Like Nagi Seishirou.”

What the fuck happened to Nagi? Was he okay? What was a beta supposed to be?

Why the fuck did people on AO3 think Nagi was dead!?

Fans on AO3 seemed to know way more about them then they reasonably should. Maybe something happened to Nagi and they were quick to pick up on it.

Oh fuck, was this how Isagi would find out something may have happened to his friend? A shudder went through him.

Taking a peek at their Blue Lock group chat, all Isagi saw was the usual spam that Bachira liked to send. No one had said any horrible incident had occurred. But that didn’t mean something didn’t happen. He had to check up on Nagi.

6:42 P.M.

Isagi Yoichi: @nagi did something happen?

Isagi Yoichi: pls tell me you’re still alive

Bachira Meguru: aksdjfhdkjfh what happened????

Kunigami Rensuke: Why wouldn’t he be? Did something happen?

Itoshi Rin: Context?

Isagi Yoichi: @nagi are you okay?

Isagi Yoichi: please respond

Raichi Jingo: WHAT IS GOING ON

Kurona Ranze: Oh man. Oh man.

The Blue Lock group chat started blowing up, but Nagi still wasn’t responding. Usually, if he got enough pings, he would come online no matter how lazy he was feeling. It looked like no one from Manshine City was coming online.

This was taking too long. Fuck, Isagi should just call him.

After a few rings, he heard Nagi’s muffled, tired voice from his phone. “Uh- hey, Isagi,” Nagi greeted, a hint of pleasant surprise in his voice. “You’ve got me, Reo, and Chigiri here.”

Relief washed over Isagi as he slumped back onto his couch.

“Hey, Isagi! We just finished practice. You should know we’re kicking your ass at the next Blue Lock reunion.” He could hear the smile in Chigiri’s voice.

That made sense; England was an hour behind Germany and they wouldn’t have access to their phones during practice. And Nagi was okay! His friend was alive and well. Everything was okay.

Those fucking liars on AO3.

Isagi let out a breath and smiled. “Yeah, right! I’d like to see you try.”

Reo let out a low-pitched whistle. “Woah! Why do I have like a thousand notifications from the group chat? No way all these are Bachira.”

Isagi pinched his lips together, a flush of embarrassment darkening his cheeks. “Yeah… that might be my fault. I- uh… read online that something might’ve happened to Nagi so I wanted to check up on him.”

“Oh, is that why you called? I’m alright, Isagi,” Nagi reassured him, pausing before he added, “Feeling pretty tired though.”

Chigiri sighed. “Online rumors can get pretty crazy and absurd. I saw a few weeks ago that someone was crashing out over me cutting my hair. Like, you can go and check my Instagram to see that I obviously didn’t do that.”

Reo laughed lightly. “We’ll let everyone in the group chat know Nagi is okay!”

After a few more minutes of catching up and promising a few rounds of soccer in the future, Isagi ended the call. He was happily reassured that his friend was okay. And slightly embarrassed by his overreaction.

He should’ve known better than to take the word of someone who writes KaiSagi fanfiction in the first place.

After basically giving him a heart attack, this KaiSagi fic better be worth it.

“urgh ur my rival and I hate you” Isagi says even tho Kaiser looked really hot

Kaiser growled n then smirked. “is that a new way of saying i love u yo-i-chiiiii~~~~”

isagi rolled his eyes. He was ready to just ignore kaiser n his taunting remarks n stuff. He needed to focus on practicing so he could win the next match

Why did writers always feel the need to point out how attractive Kaiser was? He got it already! It took Isagi a few moments to parse through the fic given the way it was written, but it was still easily legible. And it started off pretty accurate! Trying to ignore Kaiser’s bullshit and focusing on soccer was his specialty.

kaiser smirked at him n that made isagi feel suspicious. It looks like kaiser wuz coming up with some annoying af plan to get on his nerves n stuff. isagi would have to watch out for him!!!

but instead of saying or doing something annoying, kaiser just walked away. wait,,,, wuz kiaser ignoring him???? he’d never done that before! isagi didn’t know wut to do or how to react

but isag1 didn’t like the feeling of kaiser ignoring him. it wuz horrible! how dare he!!!!

This KaiSagi fic was decidedly not worth it.

Isagi didn’t enjoy being ignored, but if Kaiser started ignoring him, he probably wouldn’t care. Right?

… Right?

And spellings like “kiaser” and “isag1” were… where did the number one come from anyway? Isagi should sue for emotional damage at this point. But after all the trouble this fic had caused him, he’d force himself to at least get through the first chapter.

“what the fuck are u doin????” isagi confronts him and runs after him. kiaser is smirking a knowing smirk when he said “oh nothing yoichiiii why is sumthing wrong?” and that made isagi growl because kaiser knows what he’s doin! “you know so admit it bastard emperor!” isagi shouts. now all of bm wuz lookin and them n staring

hiori wuz giggling behind his hand n giving them some irl thumbs up emojis.

The spelling and grammar was just getting worse and worse with each passing sentence. Wasn’t a new paragraph supposed to start when someone new started speaking? English wasn’t his first language, but he knew it wasn’t supposed to look quite like this.

Attempting to read this was giving him a headache.

this just made isg more angery! why wuz everyone against him on this?!?! just bc kis was hot and talented and perfect that didn’t mean he wuz redy to admit his feelings. wait,,,, did he just admit his feelings to himself?!?!?! isg started blushin a crazy amount n he tried not too look @ him bc then kiz could tell wut he wuz thinkin

‘wat r u thinkin’ kis asked no more leik demanded n isg wanted 2 kick a soccer ball @ his face & isg shouts ‘stfu i’m not tellin u any thing!’ then they started 2 fite on the field n then they fell 2 the ground n kiz fell on top of him n woah,,, kis wuz so big n strong n hot n

Isagi still wasn’t sure what that beta tag meant, but at this point, the only person in trouble of dying was him if he had to read another sentence of this fic.

His eyes skimmed over the rest of the barely comprehensible chapter. Yeah, he was going to kill cyandaydreams.

With as much force as possible, Isagi kicked another soccer ball straight into the goal.

Hiori let out a low-pitched whistling noise. “Damn, what did Kaiser do this time?”

Isagi’s eyes turned to where Kaiser was practicing alone on the opposite side of the field. Sensing someone was watching him, Kaiser turned and raised an eyebrow. He huffed before turning back to Hiori.

Notably, Isagi did not look down at anything.

Isagi scowled as he kicked another soccer ball directly into the upper-left corner of the goal. “It wasn’t even Kaiser this time. Well, it kind of was. But not really.”

Fanfiction Kaiser was always at the scene of the crime, but it wasn’t like he could say that.

He didn’t end up killing cyandaydreams. But it was close. He was still mad at him for just seemingly pulling a list of what newer readers tended to enjoy -- Cyan was dead wrong.

At least, now he had that fic recommendation from peachpeachhedgehog to look forward to after practice ended.

“Does it have to do with whatever happened in the Blue Lock group chat yesterday with Nagi?” Hiori asked and Kurona walked over to join their conversation.

Isagi tensed uncomfortably as he tried to form a normal response that had nothing to do with AO3 tags. “Um. I just misunderstood something that someone told me.”

Kurona blinked. “How vague. Vague.”

Hiori shrugged and responded, “I know of someone who was freaking out over Nagi earlier. Maybe there’s something in the air.”

Huh. What a strange coincidence!

“Yeah… let’s just say I had an internet friend that led me astray,” Isagi said with darkened eyes as he thought of all the terrible fics he was forced to endure. He would be looking for a good KaiSagi fic for the rest of his life at this rate!

Hopefully, peachpeachhedgehog wouldn’t do that to him.

“That sucks. Sucks,” Kurona consoled him, giving him a light pat on the shoulder.

Hiori paused, a strange note to his voice when he said, “I didn’t realize you had internet friends, Isagi.”

Isagi positioned himself to kick another soccer ball into the goal, and with practiced precision, he put all his force into his leg and the ball flew gracefully into the net. “I’m not going to for long,” Isagi muttered.

Not if cyandaydreams recommended him more awful fanfics. What was he, a sadist?

“Good luck to whoever your anger is directed at,” Hiori responded with a laugh. “I would not want to be that guy.”