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extinctlesspains Β· 3 days ago
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hiii i love your writing!! what about terry silver's daughter reader and sensei wolf? πŸ‘€ some tension and flirty rivalry could be fun 😳 thank you so much!
π‘†π‘–π‘™π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝐿𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 π‘Šπ‘œπ‘™π‘“
𝐡𝑦 𝑒π‘₯π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘π‘‘π‘™π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘ 
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πΊπ‘’π‘›π‘Ÿπ‘’: π‘…π‘œπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’.
π‘†π‘’π‘šπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘¦: π‘‡π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘†π‘–π‘™π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ'𝑠 π‘‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 π‘Šπ‘œπ‘™π‘“ π‘›π‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘”π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘–π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘£π‘Žπ‘™π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘–π‘Žπ‘π‘™π‘’ π‘β„Žπ‘’π‘šπ‘–π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦, π‘π‘’π‘™π‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑖𝑛 π‘Šπ‘œπ‘™π‘“ 𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘Žπ‘ π‘–π‘‘π‘’ β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘π‘œπ‘π‘˜π‘¦ π‘‘π‘’π‘šπ‘’π‘Žπ‘›π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘œ π‘Žπ‘ π‘˜ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘œπ‘› π‘Ž π‘‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’.
π‘Šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘ : π‘‡π‘’π‘›π‘ π‘–π‘œπ‘›, π‘“π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘”.
π΅π‘Žπ‘π‘˜π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘: π‘…π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑠 π‘†π‘–π‘™π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ'𝑠 π‘‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ! π‘‡π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’π‘  π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘π‘’ π‘π‘’π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘†π‘’π‘˜π‘Žπ‘– π‘‡π‘Žπ‘–π‘˜π‘Žπ‘–!
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The dojo gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, every surface polished to a pristine shine. It was a reflection of Terry Silver’s visionβ€”order, discipline, perfection. You leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching Sensei Wolf spar with one of the more advanced students.
Wolf’s movements were sharp and calculated, a mixture of power and fluidity that commanded attention. His strikes landed with precision, and his footwork was deliberate. He radiated confidenceβ€”too much confidence, if you were being honest.
He caught your gaze mid-spin kick, smirking as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. The audacity of that smirk made your fingers itch to wipe it off his face.
"Enjoying the show, princess?" Wolf asked, stepping back as the student staggered to his feet. He tossed a towel over his shoulder, his tone teasing but laced with challenge.
"Hardly," you replied, pushing off the wall. Your arms remained crossed as you approached him, refusing to let him see how much his presence unsettled you. "I’ve seen better form from a beginner class."
Wolf chuckled, the sound low and irritatingly smooth. "And yet, here you are. Front and center. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you couldn’t get enough of me."
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Don’t flatter yourself. Someone has to make sure you don’t embarrass the Iron Dragons legacy with your sloppy technique."
He tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "Sloppy? That’s rich coming from someone who hasn’t stepped onto the mat all day."
You stepped closer, your chin tilted defiantly. "Maybe because I don’t waste my time showing off for an audience."
His smirk deepened, and he took a deliberate step into your space. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, his presence overwhelming in a way that made your pulse quicken.
"Showing off?" His voice dropped, quiet but sharp as a blade. "If you want a demonstration, all you have to do is ask."
Before you could respond, your father’s voice rang out from his office.
"Wolf! Y/n! Quit standing around and get back to work."
The moment shattered, the tension retreating like a wave. Wolf stepped back, his smirk never wavering as he picked up his water bottle.
"Looks like Daddy’s watching," he said, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "Wouldn’t want to disappoint him, would we?"
You glared at him, your hands curling into fists. "Careful, Wolf. Keep pushing, and I might decide to show you what sloppy technique really looks like."
"I’d like to see you try," he replied, his tone playful but his eyes dark with challenge.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of training and frustration. Wolf’s voice seemed to follow you everywhere, throwing out comments that were just shy of crossing the line.
By the time the dojo emptied, you were ready to leave. But as you grabbed your bag, Wolf appeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame.
"Heading out already?" he asked, his smirk replaced with something softer, more genuine.
"Unless you have another sparring session lined up," you replied, hoisting your bag onto your shoulder.
"Actually, I was thinking..." He scratched the back of his neck, a rare hesitation creeping into his voice. "How about a truce?"
You raised an eyebrow. "A truce?"
"Yeah." He stepped closer, his usual confidence tempered with something more earnest. "No biting remarks, no flirty jabsβ€”just one evening where we don’t drive each other crazy."
You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. "And what exactly does this β€˜truce’ entail?"
"A date." He met your gaze, his smirk returning, but this time it was softer, less cocky. "Dinner, maybe. No dojo, no Sekai Taikai. Just us."
You studied him for a moment, searching for any hint of a joke. But there was noneβ€”just a quiet vulnerability that made your heart skip.
"Alright," you said finally, a small smile tugging at your lips. "But don’t think this means I’m going easy on you in the dojo."
"Wouldn’t dream of it," he replied, his smirk widening into a genuine grin.
As you walked out together, the tension between you shifted, no longer sharp and combative but something warmer, something new. For the first time, you found yourself looking forward to seeing where this rivalry might lead.
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extinctlesspains Β· 13 days ago
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HEYYY!!!
OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING, IM VERY EMBARRASSING TO ASK THIS BUT LIKE…
Is it ok if you make a Yandere Sensei Wolf x Reader?
I don’t know why I just see him as a yandere, but anyways.
I don’t really know what plot but like I have an idea that the read is in another team and Sensei Wolf took an interest with them?
You can decide from there, thank you!
A/n: OH MY GOSH THANK YOUU im so glad u liked the yandere fics and ideas πŸ˜­πŸ’•
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𝐡𝑦 𝑒π‘₯π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘π‘‘π‘™π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘ 
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π‘ƒπ‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”: π‘¦π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’! 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 π‘€π‘œπ‘™π‘“ π‘₯ 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖! π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ
οΏ½οΏ½π‘’π‘›π‘Ÿπ‘’: π·π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜ π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’
π‘†π‘’π‘šπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘¦:𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 π‘Šπ‘œπ‘™π‘“ π‘π‘’π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘  π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘™π‘¦ π‘œπ‘π‘ π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘’π‘‘ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘¦π‘œπ‘’, π‘Ž π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘£π‘Žπ‘™ 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖, π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘β„Žπ‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘™ π‘Žπ‘  β„Žπ‘–π‘  𝑓𝑖π‘₯π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘™π‘  π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘œ π‘Ž π‘π‘œπ‘ π‘ π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘–π‘£π‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘’π‘›π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘™π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’π‘–π‘‘.
π‘Šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘ : π‘œπ‘π‘ π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘–π‘œπ‘›, π‘¦π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘π‘’β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘œπ‘Ÿ, π‘“π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘”, π‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦π‘–π‘›π‘”, π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘”, π‘π‘œπ‘ π‘ π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘–π‘£π‘’π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘ , π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ.
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The crowd erupted into cheers as your team landed the final blow, securing yet another victory in the Sekai Taikai qualifiers. You stood at the edge of the mat, clipboard in hand, giving a sharp nod of approval to your students. They’d worked hard for this moment, and every drop of sweat and hour of training had paid off.
As you turned to make notes on the match, a shadow loomed over you.
β€œThat’s quite a team you’ve got there,” a low, gravelly voice remarked.
You glanced over your shoulder, startled to find Sensei Wolf standing much closer than you’d expected. His sharp eyes studied you with an intensity that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
β€œThanks,” you said, your tone neutral but guarded. β€œYour team’s not bad either.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, though his expression didn’t quite soften. β€œNot bad, huh? High praise coming from someone as disciplined as you.”
The way he said β€œdisciplined” made you feel like a specimen under a microscope. You shifted your weight, uncomfortable with his scrutiny. β€œDiscipline is what wins tournaments,” you replied curtly, hoping to end the conversation.
β€œWins tournaments,” he echoed, as though savoring the words. β€œYeah, I can see that. But discipline like yours? That’s rare. You lead like you’ve got something to prove.”
You frowned, not appreciating the comment. β€œIt’s called doing my job,” you replied, turning your attention back to your clipboard.
Wolf didn’t respond immediately. When you glanced up again, he was still watching you, his smirk gone, replaced by something darker. β€œWell, good luck out there, Sensei,” he finally said before walking away.
But the weight of his gaze lingered, unsettling you more than you cared to admit.
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The next few days passed in a blur of matches and training sessions, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Every time you looked around, you’d catch a glimpse of Wolfβ€”always on the periphery, leaning against a wall or sitting in the stands, his eyes fixed on you.
At first, you tried to ignore it. Rival senseis often observed each other, studying techniques and strategies. But this wasn’t just professional interest. It felt personal.
One evening, as you finished packing up after practice, you found him waiting outside the arena.
β€œYou’re here late,” he remarked, his voice casual, though the intensity in his gaze made your skin crawl.
β€œI could say the same to you,” you replied, gripping your bag tightly.
Wolf chuckled, a low, almost menacing sound. β€œWhat can I say? I’m dedicated. And you…” He paused, letting the silence stretch. β€œYou’re fascinating.”
The statement caught you off guard, and you stiffened. β€œSensei Wolf, if this is about the tournament—”
β€œIt’s not,” he interrupted, stepping closer. His presence was overwhelming, and you instinctively took a step back. β€œThis is about you. You’ve got something no one else does. Something I can’t stop thinking about.”
Your heart raced, not with flattery but with unease. β€œI don’t know what you think this is, but I suggest you keep your distance.”
His smirk returned, though it didn’t reach his eyes. β€œCareful, Sensei. You don’t want to make an enemy out of me.”
You didn’t reply, brushing past him and walking quickly toward the exit. But his words followed you, a sinister promise that sent a chill down your spine.
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It only got worse from there. Wolf began orchestrating matches to ensure your teams would face each other, his students suddenly employing tactics designed specifically to counter your style. When you confronted him about it, he cornered you in an empty hallway.
β€œWhy are you doing this?” you demanded, your voice sharp.
β€œDoing what?” he asked, feigning innocence.
β€œSabotaging the tournament. Fixating on my team. On me.”
His expression darkened, and for a moment, you regretted your boldness. β€œYou think this is about the tournament?” he growled, stepping closer. β€œThis is about you. Don’t you see it? We’re the same, you and I. You belong with me.”
Your stomach twisted, but you held your ground. β€œYou’ve crossed a line, Wolf. Stay away from me and my team.”
His eyes flashed with something dangerousβ€”rage, desire, maybe both. β€œYou don’t get it, do you? I’ve been patient. I’ve tried to let you come to me on your own. But you’re so damn stubborn.”
Before you could respond, he grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but not painful. β€œI don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost pleading. β€œBut I will if it means keeping you safe. Keeping you…mine.”
You yanked your arm free, heart pounding. β€œYou’re insane,” you spat, stepping back.
Wolf’s lips curled into a smile, but there was no humor in it. β€œMaybe I am. But that doesn’t change the truth. You’ll see it eventually, Sensei. I’ll make sure of it.”
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The tournament finals were a nightmare. Your team defeated his in a hard-fought match, but instead of conceding gracefully, Wolf snapped.
After the match, he confronted you in a secluded corner of the arena, his composure shattered.
β€œYou think you’ve won?” he snarled, his voice trembling with rage. β€œThis isn’t over. It’ll never be over.”
Before you could respond, he slammed his fist into the wall beside your head, his face inches from yours. His breathing was ragged, his eyes wild. β€œYou can’t keep running from me. I’ll always find you. Always.”
Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. β€œYou need help, Wolf. This obsession isn’t normal.”
β€œNormal?” he laughed bitterly, his voice breaking. β€œYou think I care about being normal? You’re all I care about. You’re mine, and I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you away.”
It took intervention from tournament officials to pull him away, but the damage was done. As they dragged him out of the arena, his eyes locked onto yours, a final, chilling promise in his gaze.
β€œThis isn’t goodbye, Sensei. You’ll see me again.”
And deep down, you knew he was right.
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extinctlesspains Β· 18 days ago
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NEW KWON STORY!!🚨
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π‘ƒπ‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”: πΎπ‘€π‘œπ‘› π½π‘Žπ‘’-𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑔 π‘₯ π‘“π‘’π‘š! π‘…π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ
πΊπ‘’π‘›π‘Ÿπ‘’: 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑑, π‘…π‘œπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’.
π‘†π‘’π‘šπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘¦: 𝐴 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘” π‘”π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘™ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘‘π‘™π‘¦ 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘œπ‘šπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛 πΎπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Ž π‘‘π‘œ π‘’π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘’ π‘Ž π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘  π‘šπ‘Žπ‘›, π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘π‘’β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘‘ π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘™'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘‘, πΎπ‘€π‘œπ‘›. 𝐴𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘Ž π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘›π‘’, π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘™ π‘Žπ‘ π‘˜π‘  𝑖𝑓 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦β€™π‘™π‘™ π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦 π‘œπ‘“π‘“π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘Žπ‘› π‘’π‘›π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘› β„Žπ‘œπ‘π‘’, π‘’π‘šπ‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘ π‘–π‘§π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘Žπ‘“π‘’π‘‘π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘”π‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘’π‘ π‘  π‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘œπ‘ π‘‘.
π‘Šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘ :π‘›π‘œπ‘›π‘’?
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June 19th,2007
Your eyelids felt like lead, weighed down by exhaustion as you stood in the dimly lit hallway. The hurried, chaotic shuffle of your mother echoed through the small apartment. She moved like a whirlwind, snatching up clothing and belongings, shoving them haphazardly into a large, battered blue suitcase. Her eyes were wide, tinged with urgency and fear.
"Y/n, sweetie, don’t just stand there!" Her voice trembled, a forced calmness barely masking the panic beneath. "We have to move quickly! Go grab your blanket. And your teddy bear too. We can’t leave anything behind."
You blinked, fighting back a yawn, and nodded, your small feet padding across the creaky floorboards as you darted into your room. Your favorite teddy bear, worn but loved, lay on the bed, half-hidden under the soft folds of your blanket. You clutched them tightly, a sudden pang in your chest at the thought of leaving everything behindβ€”the warmth of your bed, the scent of home. The small, white Karate gi hanging on the back of your door caught your eye. You paused, tears welling up as memories of laughter, sweat, and the familiar shout of "Kwon!" filled your mind. Your best friend since you could remember.
"Momma… but what about Kwon?" you choked out, your voice small and broken as you stumbled back to your mother.
Her eyes softened, but the tension in her shoulders never eased. She crouched down to your level, her hands resting gently on your trembling arms. "Sweetheart," she began, her voice low and steady, "we can’t risk leaving a note. I know it’s hard. I know you love him, but we have to keep moving. We have to stay safe." She brushed away the tears streaking down your cheeks, her thumb gentle against your flushed skin, before pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead.
You sniffled, trying to be brave, nodding as you took her hand. There was no time for questions, no room for hesitation. You understoodβ€”somewhatβ€”that the shadows you fled from were dangerous, that the man who had haunted your mother’s every step wasn’t far behind.
The airport was a cacophony of noise and motionβ€”hustling passengers weaving through the crowds, their hurried conversations blending into an indecipherable hum. The overhead lights felt too bright, the air too thick. Your grip on your mother’s hand tightened, knuckles whitening, fear gnawing at your stomach. You felt small, a leaf in a storm, afraid that the currents of strangers would sweep you away.
Sensing your fear, your mother scooped you up into her arms, pressing you close to her chest. "Almost there, baby," she murmured, her breath warm against your ear. The scent of her shampoo, familiar and comforting, helped anchor you. "We’re almost there."
You reached the gate just as the final boarding call echoed through the speakers. The flight attendant scanned your tickets with a sympathetic smile, but the expression felt hollow, distant. You settled into your cramped window seat, your teddy bear clutched tightly in your lap, as the hum of the plane vibrated beneath you.
"Mom?" you whispered, turning your wide eyes to her. "Do you think… do you think we’ll ever come back to Korea?" Your voice was a soft, fragile thread, almost lost beneath the ambient roar of the plane.
Your mother’s eyes flickered, a shadow passing through them. She cupped your face, her hands gentle but firm, as if she could shield you from all the world’s darkness. "That’s a big maybe, sweetheart," she said softly, her voice thick with something you couldn’t quite understandβ€”grief, perhaps, or regret. "But no matter where we are, we’ll be together. Okay?"
She kissed your cheek, her lips lingering for a moment longer than usual, before turning to face the window, her gaze fixed on the fading lights of the city below. Silence stretched between you, filled with unspoken fears and uncertain tomorrows. You didn’t know what awaited you on the other side of the world, but as long as you had her hand in yours, you believed you could face it.
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A/n: SO.... FATED HEARTS WON!! Uhm... This is the prologue of the NEW story I hope you guys enjoyed it. There's definitely more to come πŸ’•
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I don’t know if you’re taking requests but could you do one about sensei wolf where your sams older sister and he uses you to mess with Daniel because silver told him to. You end up getting hurt by silver but everything turns out cute and fluffy in the end.
π‘‡π‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘™π‘’π‘  π‘œπ‘“ πΏπ‘œπ‘¦π‘Žπ‘™π‘‘π‘¦: 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 π‘€π‘œπ‘™π‘“
𝐡𝑦 𝑒π‘₯π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘π‘‘π‘™π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘ 
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π‘ƒπ‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”: 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 π‘€π‘œπ‘™π‘“ π‘₯ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ
πΊπ‘’π‘›π‘Ÿπ‘’: π‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘ π‘‘, π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘π‘–π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘› π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’.
π‘†π‘’π‘šπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘¦: π‘Šπ‘œπ‘™π‘“, π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘› 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑀𝑒𝑒𝑛 π‘™π‘œπ‘¦π‘Žπ‘™π‘‘π‘¦ π‘‘π‘œ π‘†π‘–π‘™π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€π‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’, π‘’π‘™π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘™π‘¦ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘‘π‘’π‘π‘‘π‘  π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘†π‘–π‘™π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿβ€™π‘  π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘π‘Žπ‘™ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘›, π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘’π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘¦π‘Žπ‘™, β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘˜, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Ž π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘”π‘–π‘™π‘’ π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’ π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘Žπ‘  π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘‘β„Ž π‘›π‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘”π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘œπ‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘—π‘œ π‘€π‘Žπ‘Ÿ.
π‘Šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘ : π‘‰π‘–π‘œπ‘™π‘’π‘›π‘π‘’, π‘“π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘”, π‘–π‘›π‘—π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘ , π‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦π‘–π‘›π‘”.
π΅π‘Žπ‘π‘˜π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘: π‘Œ/𝑛 𝑖𝑠 π·π‘Žπ‘›π‘–π‘’π‘™ πΏπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘  π‘œπ‘™π‘‘π‘’π‘ π‘‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ. π‘‡π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘π‘’ 𝐴𝐹𝑇𝐸𝑅 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘†π‘’π‘˜π‘Žπ‘– π‘‡π‘Žπ‘–π‘˜π‘Žπ‘– 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘†π‘–π‘™π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘Ž π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘π‘™π‘’π‘š.
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You always tried to stay out of the Cobra Kai drama. As Sam’s older sister, you had enough on your plateβ€”managing your own life while dealing with the expectations that came with being a LaRusso. But when Sensei Wolf entered the picture, staying uninvolved became impossible.
Your first real encounter with him happened after a tournament match. You’d watched him fight, all precision and control, but his eyes were cold, calculating. When the match ended, you found yourself crossing paths with him outside the venue.
"You think you’re so clever, LaRusso," he taunted, his voice low, almost amused. "But clever won’t protect your family."
You met his glare, refusing to back down. "And intimidation won’t win you respect."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not used to being challenged. "Careful. You don’t know who you’re dealing with."
"Neither do you." You stepped closer, voice steady. "I’m not like my father or sister."
Something flickered in his eyesβ€”curiosity, maybe surprise. The tension between you was palpable, a silent challenge. You walked away, but you felt his gaze lingering.
The next few weeks, your encounters became more frequent, each one charged with unspoken tension. At the dojo, during tournaments, even in passing. It felt like a game, both of you testing boundaries, searching for weakness.
One evening, you found yourself alone in the Miyagi-Do dojo, practicing late. The door opened, and you turned to see Wolf standing there.
"You lost?" you asked, not bothering to hide your annoyance.
He smirked, leaning against the doorway. "Just curious to see if the LaRusso legacy lives up to the hype."
You rolled your eyes. "Why are you really here?"
He stepped closer, his gaze intense. "Maybe I like getting under your skin."
You crossed your arms. "Or maybe you’re afraid I’m getting under yours."
For a moment, he didn’t respond. The silence stretched between you, heavy with something unspoken. Finally, he turned away.
"Be careful who you trust," he said, his voice low. "Not everyone has your best interests at heart."
What you didn’t know was that he was talking about himself. Silver had given him clear orders: use you to get to Daniel. Disrupt the balance. Break Miyagi-Do from the inside. But Wolf hadn’t expected you to be... different. Stronger. Smarter. And now, you were in his head.
But Silver was growing impatient. One night, in the Iron Dragons dojo, that now had a spot opened up in the valley, Silver cornered Wolf.
"You’re getting too close," Silver sneered. "I told you to break her, not fall for her."
Wolf’s jaw clenched. "I’ve done everything you asked."
Silver’s eyes narrowed. "Then why isn’t LaRusso broken? Why is she still standing?" He leaned in, voice like ice. "Make her suffer. Or I will."
You didn’t know any of this when you left the dojo late one night. The streets were quiet, the air heavy. You sensed it before you saw himβ€”a presence in the shadows. Silver stepped out, his smile cruel.
"What do you want?" you demanded, your heart pounding.
He didn’t answer, just closed the distance between you. Silver closed the distance between you, his presence suffocating. "What do I want?" he echoed, voice smooth and dangerous. "To send a message."
Before you could react, he struck.His hand shot out, grabbing your arm and twisting it. Pain flared, but you didn't cry out. Instead, you glared at him, defiant. "You think this will break me?" you spat, struggling against his grip.
He smirked, tightening his hold. "No. But it'll break someone else."
He swept your legs out from under you, sending you crashing to the ground. The impact stole the breath from your lungs. You tried to get up, but he kicked you back down, his boot pressing into your shoulder
"Your father needs to learn his place," he hissed, eyes cold. "And you? You're the lesson."
Suddenly, the pressure lifted. You heard footsteps-fast, urgent- and then Wolf's voice.
"Get away from her!"
Silver straightened, turning to face him. "You're late."
Wolf's eyes flickered to you, lying on the ground, then back to Silver. His fists clenched, knuckles white. "This wasn't the deal."
Silver laughed, a low, cruel sound "The deal was to break her. Looks like l'm doing your job for you."
Wolf stepped between you and Silver, his voice deadly calm. "Leave."
For a moment, Silver stared at him, then smiled. "Remember who you serve, Wolf." He walked away leaving silence in his wake.
Wolf knelt beside you, his expression unreadable. "Are you hurt?"
You pushed his hand away, struggling to sit up. "Don't pretend you care."
He flinched, the words hitting harder than any punch. "I didn't know he would-'
"Didn't you?" Your voice was sharp, eyes filled with anger and betrayal. "You've been playing me this whole time. I should've known."
He looked away, guilt etched on his face. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. I didn't want this."
"Then what did you want?" you demanded, tears welling in your eyes. "To destroy my family? To hurt me?"
His voice broke. "No. It started as a mission, but... you changed everything."
You shook your head, tears falling. "I trusted you. I thought... I thought there was something real between Us."
He reached for your hand, desperate "There is. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but... you're the only thing that's felt real in a long time."
You pulled your hand away, your voice barely a whisper. "You broke that."
The next few days were tense. Your father found out and confronted Wolf at the new iron dragons dojo. The building was empty, the air thick with unspoken fury.
Daniel's voice was cold, controlled "Stay away from my daughter."
Wolf didn't fight back. "I never wanted to hurt her."
Daniel stepped closer, his eyes blazing. "Then why did you?"
Wolfs voice was quiet, almost broken. "Because I didn't know I had a choice."
That night, you sat alone on the dojo steps, wrapped in a blanket. The air was cool, the silence heavy. You heard footsteps and turned to see Wolf standing there, hesitant.
"Why are you here?" you asked, your voice soft.
He sat beside you, leaving space between you. "Because I can't stay away."
You looked at him, tears in your eyes. "You hurt me, Wolf. More than just the bruises."
He nodded, his voice raw. "I know. I'II spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you let me."
You were silent for a moment, then leaned your head on his shoulder. "You*re lucky I'm a forgiving person."
He exhaled, the tension leaving his body. "You make me want to be better."
You closed your eyes, the weight of everything settling. "Then prove it."
The war between dojos continued, but something had changed. In the chaos, you and Wolf found a fragile, imperfect peace-a chance at redemption. And in each other, something worth fighting for.
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