Wait I knew abt the art but…actual fanfics for them? ABSOLUTELY YES GIMMIE MORE
Fandom: Blue Lock
Characters: Atlanta lock!Shidou x reader
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The moon hung low over O’Block, casting a silver glow on the graffiti-covered streets as Shidou Ryusei leaned against his patched-up car. The vehicle screamed chaos—like its owner—with spray-painted flames, missing hubcaps, and a horn that sounded like a banshee’s wail. You sat on the hood, arms crossed, already regretting letting Shidou talk you into this madness.
"Okay, let me get this straight," you said, narrowing your eyes. "You wanna crash their wedding—the people who literally tried to jump you last week for stealing their snacks?"
Shidou’s grin was wide, wild, and unapologetic. "Exactly, babe. What better way to say, ‘no hard feelings’ than showin’ up uninvited and makin’ it unforgettable?"
"By unforgettable, you mean ‘starting a war,’ right?"
He shrugged, pulling a stolen bottle of cheap champagne from his car. "Tomato, tomahto. C’mon, live a little. You love chaos."
Before you could argue, he popped the cork, sprayed it in the air, and strutted toward the venue—a dimly lit community center with bass-heavy music vibrating the cracked windows. He shoved the doors open with a dramatic flair, startling the crowd inside.
The reception was in full swing: trap music blasting, kids running under tables, and a group of guys arm wrestling by the buffet. Shidou’s entrance was like throwing gasoline on a simmering fire. Heads turned. Conversations stopped. The bride froze mid-dance, her rhinestone-studded veil glinting under the flickering lights.
"WHO INVITED HIM?" someone shouted, pointing at Shidou like he was a walking felony.
"No one," Shidou replied, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. "But y’all looked like you could use some entertainment."
He grabbed a mic from the DJ booth, ignoring the furious glares from the bride and groom. "Alright, listen up, O’Block! Congrats to the happy couple, blah blah, love is great, yada yada. But let’s be real—y’all didn’t come here to see them smooch eachother all night. You came here to party."
He dropped the mic—not figuratively, but literally. The mic hit the floor with a deafening screech, and before anyone could stop him, he was already moonwalking toward the buffet table.
"Shidou," you hissed, trailing after him. "Can you not make enemies out of everyone in this room?"
"Too late for that, babe," he said, grabbing a Styrofoam plate and piling it with ribs, mac ‘n’ cheese, and cornbread. "But don’t worry, I’m a people person."
The groom, a mountain of a man with tattoos covering every inch of visible skin, stormed over, veins bulging. "Shidou, you got three seconds to get outta here before I—"
"Relax, big guy," Shidou interrupted, shoving a rib into his mouth. "I’m just here for the vibes."
The bride, now fuming, screamed, "GET HIM OUT!"
Shidou, unbothered, smirked at her. "Aw, don’t be like that, chick. You’ll thank me later when this party goes viral."
And that’s when he made his move. He grabbed the champagne tower—a precarious stack of plastic glasses filled with cheap bubbly—and chugged the top glass before kicking the whole thing over.
The room erupted.
"THAT’S IT!" the groom roared, lunging at Shidou with fists flying.
Shidou ducked, his laughter echoing through the chaos. He grabbed a folding chair, wielding it like a WWE wrestler, and swung it wildly. "C’MON, WHO WANTS SOME?!"
The guests didn’t need an invitation. Someone threw a plate of collard greens, another person launched a cake slice like a frisbee, and the DJ tried to escape but got tackled into the punch bowl.
You, stuck in the middle of the mayhem, ducked under a table as a full-blown food fight broke out. "Shidou, you lunatic! Do something before they kill us!"
Shidou, covered in frosting and grinning like a demon, slid under the table beside you. "Doing something is boring. I’m here for the drama."
A bottle shattered nearby, and the groom’s voice boomed, "SHIDOU, YOU’RE DEAD!"
Shidou grabbed your hand, yanking you toward the exit. "Time to go, babe!"
"About time," you muttered, dodging a flying platter of ribs.
But Shidou, being Shidou, couldn’t leave quietly. On the way out, he made a beeline for the towering three-tier cake and plunged his entire face into the bottom tier, emerging wirh frosting smeared across his face and a chunk of cake in his hand. "DELICIOUS!"
The groom lunged at him again, fists flying.
Shidou dodged effortlessly, laughting like a maniac. "Yo, chill! Ain't this supposed to be the happiest day of your life?"
You ducked as a chair flew past your head. "Shidou, now we really need to leave!"
"Not until i get a souvenir!" He yelled back, grabbing the wedding cake topper—a gaudy figurine of the bride and groom—and stuffed it into his pocket. Then, for good measure, he flipped the DJ’s table, sending equipment crashing to the floor.
"Y’ALL HAVE A GREAT NIGHT!" he yelled, sprinting to his car with you in tow.
The second you were both inside, he floored it, tires screeching as you sped off into the night. The sound of chaos faded behind you, replaced by the roar of the engine and Shidou’s uncontrollable laughter.
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