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How Lee Chaolan, Jin Kazama, Hwoarang React When Reader Says She's Pregnant

thank you so much, anon! i'm so sorry for the delayed response. i've been struggling with depression, which led me to neglect this blog for a while. I withdrew from many things I enjoy and unfortunately, fell into a period of deep sadness. however, my love for tekken remains strong, and I'm eager to get back to writing about it. 🥺 so, here we go!

How would Lee Chaolan, Jin Kazama, and Hwoarang react when reader says she is pregnant?

and a little bonus!

Lee Chaolan

You already knew you were pregnant and now you needed to tell your fiancé. You wanted to do it in a grand way, since everything you did together was grand. After all, Lee Chaolan wasn't just a man, he was the man in your life. And he deserved the best surprise in the world.

You dressed meticulously for dinner that night, choosing a dress that subtly highlighted your growing belly, but without being too obvious. The big reveal would be the cherry on top of your anniversary celebration. Lee's driver arrived punctually to whisk you away to the most elegant restaurant in town. Your heart pounded with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

When you arrived, Lee was waiting for you, his warm smile radiating pure love. He looked absolutely stunning in his impeccably tailored suit. He approached you with feline grace, kissed your hand with a touch as delicate as silk, and pulled out your chair with the effortless charm of a true gentleman.

The dinner was a delight, both for the exquisite food and the engaging conversation. Lee was especially charming that night, his eyes shining with boyish enthusiasm as he talked about his robotics projects. It warmed your heart to see him share his passions with you. You felt like the luckiest woman in the world to have such an intelligent, charming, and romantic man by your side.

When it was time to exchange gifts, Lee presented you with an envelope filled with photos of breathtaking landscapes from around the globe. "Choose a place, my love," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "or perhaps we can visit them all!" You laughed, marveling at his generosity.

Then it was your turn. You took a deep breath, trying to still the tremor in your hands, and offered the gift box to Lee. He accepted it with curiosity, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Upon opening it, he first saw a pair of tiny baby shoes. A flicker of confusion crossed his face before his eyes widened as he noticed a neatly folded baby outfit nestled beneath the shoes.

You could practically see the gears turning in your fiancé's brilliant mind as he processed the information. Tears of joy welled up in your eyes.

"My love..." he began, his voice thick with emotion, "...Don't tell me we're going to have an heir?!"

"Yes, Lee!" you replied, your own eyes brimming with happy tears, "I'm pregnant! We're going to have a baby!"

"That's...Excellent!" he exclaimed, before gently pulling you into a passionate kiss. It was a kiss overflowing with love, desire, and pure happiness. No more words were needed. That kiss said everything. Lee was ecstatic. And so were you.

During pregnancy:

Lee Chaolan would become the epitome of the devoted husband during your pregnancy. If you craved an authentic Argentine barbecue at 3 AM in Tokyo, he would move heaven and earth (and draw upon his considerable resources) to magically transport a Buenos Aires steakhouse to your dining room. Literally any whim you expressed would be met with swift and decisive action, no questions asked.

His staff, quite accustomed to their boss's... particularities, would develop a comprehensive manual on "How to Pamper the Expectant Mother" and accumulate a hefty number of frequent flyer miles as they jet-setted around the world fulfilling your every craving.

Lee would transform into a connoisseur of out-of-season exotic fruits, a patron of renowned chefs for personalized cooking lessons, and even a collector of miniature robot sculptures for the baby's crib (because, naturally, the nursery needed a touch of his genius, wouldn't it?).

On fatherhood:

Fatherhood would deepen Lee's devotion and amplify his protectiveness. He would leverage his intelligence and resources to ensure his child enjoys every possible advantage, from a top-tier education to opportunities to explore diverse cultures.

You know the kind of father who lives by the mantra "My child, my rules"? Lee would embody that, but with an added layer of sophistication. He might even design a robotic nanny capable of teaching the baby Mandarin while simultaneously rocking the cradle.

He would be the kind of father who proudly displays a family photo in his wallet. He would meticulously document every milestone, from first steps to first words, capturing high-quality photos and videos that would be carefully archived and shared with loved ones.

Lee would likely want more than one child, believing his firstborn deserves the companionship of siblings. He would also envision his children as extensions of his legacy, individuals to nurture, guide, and eventually entrust with his empire and vast knowledge.

Above all else, Lee's loyalty to his family would be unwavering. He would be a devoted and present father, striving to maintain a healthy balance between his demanding career and his family life. He would prioritize attending every important event in his children's lives, from school plays to sports matches.

Lee would be a father who inspires his children to reach their full potential, encouraging them to cultivate their talents and pursue their passions. He would be a role model of discipline, intelligence, and dedication.

Jin Kazama

You were sitting on the bathroom floor, hands trembling as you stared at the positive pregnancy test. You knew the dangers of being romantically involved with Jin Kazama. The threats you’d already received for being close to him were a stark reminder that the world wasn't a safe haven for your love. And now, with a baby on the way, the risks seemed to multiply exponentially.

"Have courage," you whispered to yourself, trying to quell the rising tide of fear. "You are strong... You will take care of this." But the words felt hollow and inadequate against the wave of doubts crashing over you. How would Jin react?

Later that day, when Jin arrived home, he immediately sensed that something was amiss. The sadness etched on your face worried him deeply. He approached you, his expression a mixture of affection and concern, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"We need to talk," you replied, your voice trembling.

You sat side by side on the couch, your bodies tense and unyielding. You took a shaky breath, searching for the right words to articulate the storm raging within you.

"I've been experiencing some changes... and I took a test today... I... I don't know how it happened, we were so careful, but... I'm pregnant," you confessed, tears streaming down your face.

Jin's reaction was exactly what you had dreaded: silence. He didn't shout, he didn't cry, he didn't express any emotion whatsoever. He simply sat there, frozen, his gaze fixed on some distant point. In his mind, a whirlwind of thoughts collided in a matter of seconds.

He thought of you, your safety, the ever-present danger you faced simply by being with him. He thought of his child, the potential for them to inherit the Devil Gene, the difficult life that could await them. He remembered his own childhood, how he was manipulated and used by the very people who were supposed to care for him: his father and grandfather. How could he possibly be a good father? It was his fault, his love for you had placed you both in jeopardy.

But then, amidst the chaos of his thoughts, a memory surfaced: his mother. The strong, resilient woman who raised him alone, who fought to protect him.

In one swift movement, Jin pulled you into a warm, comforting embrace. With your head resting against his chest, you could feel the rapid beat of his heart.

"Jin... What are we going to do?" you asked, your voice choked with tears.

"Darling..." he replied, his words filled with love and unwavering conviction. "You've just given me one more reason to live and fight."

Those words, spoken by Jin, who was usually so reserved and guarded with his feelings, were a powerful declaration of love.

"Don't worry," he continued, "You're strong and brave. We'll face this together."

In that moment, Jin's only thought was protecting his new family. He held you close, as if trying to shield you from all the evils of the world. A single tear escaped his eye as he realized this was his chance to break the cycle, to do things differently, to avoid the mistakes of his father and grandfather. He would give everything he had to his family. In his heart, he wished his mother could be there to share the joyous news.

During pregnancy:

Jin Kazama, with his naturally reserved and protective nature, would become your personal guardian during your pregnancy. He would feel an overwhelming sense of responsibility and would stop at nothing to ensure your safety and well-being. The memories of his own troubled childhood, the absence of a father, would fuel his determination to provide the opposite experience for his own child.

He would likely compile a detailed dossier on every doctor's appointment, every test, every stage of the baby's development. He would become a self-taught expert on prenatal nutrition, creating balanced and personalized meal plans for you. And, of course, he would ensure your utmost comfort, arranging for relaxing massages, providing extra pillows, and anticipating your every need.

Jin would be a "24/7 husband" during your pregnancy. He would be constantly attentive, observing your every move, every expression, every flicker of discomfort. His protective instincts would intensify to the point where he might install security cameras throughout the house and hire personal security to accompany you on outings.

And, as mentioned before, Jin's love language is acts of service. He would happily embrace the role of "malewife", taking care of all household chores, from dishes to laundry, allowing you to rest and focus on nurturing the baby. This was a side of Jin that only you knew.

At the slightest hint of fatigue, Jin would mobilize his extensive network of contacts to secure the most qualified medical professionals in the country, ensuring you receive VIP treatment throughout your pregnancy.

On fatherhood:

Jin would be a devoted and loving father, determined to break the cycle of violence and abandonment that defined his own upbringing. He would want his child to feel loved, protected, and secure, and would dedicate himself to providing that unconditionally.

You can be certain he would never, under any circumstances, even consider throwing his child off a cliff! Instead, he would commit himself to instilling in his heir the values he holds dear: respect, compassion for all living beings, altruism, and unwavering integrity.

And, naturally, Jin would teach his kid self-defense. After all, a Kazama must be able to protect themselves. But he would do so responsibly, imparting self-defense techniques and martial arts skills with the explicit purpose of protection, not aggression.

Jin would likely want only one child, at least initially. He would be deeply concerned about the possibility of passing on the Devil Gene and would want to focus all his attention and love on a single child. Perhaps, after confirming his child is free of the cursed gene, he might consider expanding his family.

He would strive to be his son's best friend, a present and involved father who actively participates in his child's development and education. He would always be there to listen, to play, to offer guidance and unwavering support. Jin would be a father who inspires his son to become the best version of himself, encouraging him to pursue his dreams and fight for what he believes in.

Hwoarang

Your boyfriend should have been home by now. You sent him a message hours ago, but he hadn't replied. "Ugh! I'm so excited to tell him the news!", you muttered to yourself, pacing your apartment. Today was the day you'd finally reveal you were pregnant. Only Master Baek knew so far.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Master Baek Doo San. He said Hwoarang was training late at the dojo again and that he was practically begging you to come get him. He even added a pleading face emoji, a sight you never thought you'd see from Master Baek.

You rolled your eyes playfully, a smile tugging at your lips. Hwoarang and his dedication to training... it was a constant source of amusement and sometimes, mild exasperation, but you secretly admired his passion.

"Okay, Master Baek," you texted back. "I'm on my way. And I'm going to give him a piece of my mind for not answering my messages!"

Grabbing your keys, you left the apartment, a playful scolding already forming in your mind. "He's going to get an earful," you thought, "I have big news, and he's busy beating up a punching bag!"

Arriving at the dojo, you found it mostly dark, save for a single light glowing from within. Hwoarang's motorcycle was parked out front, confirming your suspicions.

You quietly opened the dojo door and peeked inside. There he was, training with Master Baek, completely engrossed in their sparring. They were so focused they didn't even hear you enter.

You bowed respectfully to Master Baek, who returned the gesture with a nod and a warm smile. Then you turned your attention to Hwoarang, who still hadn't noticed you.

"Hwoarang!", you called out, feigning annoyance. "Why haven't you answered my texts? I've been waiting for you!"

Hwoarang stopped mid-kick and turned, flashing you a sheepish grin. "Honey, I totally lost track of time! I'm so sorry!", he apologized, but you sensed he was holding something back.

"Hwoarang!!! I was so excited, you should be more considerate!", you scolded, trying to keep a straight face in front of Master Baek, who was watching with amusement. This was definitely a familiar scene for him.

Your words finally snapped Hwoarang out of his training trance. He looked at you curiously and then, a little nervously, said he had something to tell you too.

Your expression softened instantly. You looked at him with a mix of affection and confusion, suggesting you should both just say whatever it was at the same time. You were certain your news would be the bigger bombshell.

He hesitated for a moment, then excused himself. He went to the locker room and returned a few seconds later, his hands clasped behind his back.

Finally, you both counted to three and…

"I'm pregnant!", "Will you marry me?", you exclaimed in unison.

A stunned silence filled the dojo. You both froze, staring at each other in disbelief.

In the next three seconds, Hwoarang was down on one knee, a small velvet box open in his hand, revealing a beautiful ring. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock and overwhelming joy. You were equally speechless, your mind struggling to process everything.

The next moment, you were both embracing, laughing and crying, the initial shock giving way to pure elation. "Are you serious?", "I can't believe it!", you both kept repeating, tears streaming down your faces.

Your now fiancé swept you into his arms and twirled you around, a romantic and joyful celebration. Hwoarang, still beaming, explained he’d been planning to propose for months, saving up for the perfect ring. He then added that Master Baek had suggested proposing at the dojo, where you first met.

Master Baek, his smile radiating fatherly pride, approached you both. He would have normally chided you for the commotion in his dojo, but this time, he simply couldn't resist beaming with happiness for his two beloved students.

"Master, I'm going to be a father and I'm getting married!", Hwoarang announced, his voice overflowing with happiness. "You're going to be a grandpa!"

Hwoarang, typically impulsive and driven by his passion for fighting, would undergo a remarkable transformation during your pregnancy. The news of impending fatherhood would hit him like a lightning bolt, awakening a previously unseen side of his personality.

Baek Doo San, who was both a mentor and a father figure to Hwoarang, and also the respected master of his soon-to-be wife, felt deeply touched. He knew this was a momentous occasion in their lives, and he felt honored to be a part of it.

During pregnancy:

It would take some time for it to fully sink in. Initially, he might still get into the occasional street brawl, but gradually, the reality of his new responsibility would dawn on him. The man who once lived for the thrill of combat would now be a familiar sight at the local supermarket and pharmacy, carrying bags of groceries and prenatal vitamins with a goofy grin.

The once-enticing allure of dangerous street fights would diminish, replaced by a deep sense of responsibility. "My girl's pregnant and waiting for me, I ain't got time for this," he'd declare with newfound maturity, turning down any invitations to trouble.

Hwoarang would immerse himself in the world of pregnancy, devouring books, articles, and websites on prenatal care. He'd pepper doctors and nurses with questions, and might even join online parenting forums, eager to learn everything he could.

The days of forgotten texts and late-night training sessions would be a distant memory. He'd become your unwavering support system, attending every prenatal appointment, every ultrasound, every crucial moment.

He'd transform into an expert on remedies for morning sickness, a masseur for aching backs, and a connoisseur of comfortable sleeping positions. He'd ensure you were always well-nourished, stocked with fresh fruits and vegetables, and gently encourage you to stay active with prenatal exercises.

On fatherhood:

When the baby arrives, Hwoarang's transformation would be complete. The occasional impatience he sometimes displayed would melt away, replaced by an endless well of patience, especially when it came to his little girl.

He'd become the epitome of the cool, present father, attending every school event, teaching her how to ride a bike, and taking her on fishing trips. He'd be bursting with pride, showing off pictures of his daughter to anyone who'd listen.

Hwoarang would radiate the energy of a doting dad, showering his little princess with affection and spoiling her (within reason, of course). He'd take her shopping, buy her adorable clothes and toys, and maybe even let her give him a makeover. Think Gru from "Despicable Me," but with more style and less villainy.

He wouldn't hesitate to shower his daughter with love, showering her with hugs! He'd be a fun-loving dad, playing games, telling stories, and making silly faces just to see her smile.

And, naturally, his little girl would be a regular at the dojo from a young age. Hwoarang would teach her self-defense, instilling in her not only physical skills but also discipline, respect, and perseverance. He'd be a puddle of mush the first time he saw her in a mini kimono, throwing her first (adorable) kicks.

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