#tekken 7 fanfic

[baka-bakeneko]

Guilty Conscience - Devil Jin x Angel Fem! Reader [NSFW]

tags: female-presenting reader (descriptors, body parts), Devil Jin (obviously), establishing dominance, religious guilt and theology references, bird-like mating rituals (preening, cooing, because wings), heavy petting, Possessive Jin, Toxic Jin, begging, coercion (if you think extra hard about it) love bites, scratching, teasing, intercrural grinding, creampie, cumplay, pet names (Angel, slut, Sweet, whore, little heaven, little pet, good girl)

word count: 3.6k

synopsis: You (an angel but referred to as Angel) just got away from a very close corrupted call with Devil Jin, but here he is again speaking sweet just like before.

a/n: 😗 i ain't sayin' shit besides *bark bark bark bark snarling rolling yapping* this man is my fucking chewtoy right here. the thiiiings if given the chance, okay, i'm sorry, i'm good

It'd been days since you'd seen the sun, no thanks to the human-sized pigeon hole you'd been staying in. No offense to Hwoarang, but the size of his place did not accommodate a four-foot wingspan. And it was particularly difficult to keep yourself hidden with said wings attempting to stretch out of any second-story window and crevice they could.

It was just best to lie low, Hwoarang's words to a definite 'T'. He suggested that if you really needed the fresh air and sun, the rooftop was always open.

So that's what you did. Trudging up the addition five floors to the exit door on the rooftop, you immediately inhaled the sun-essence air and stretched your wings to their full capacity. They fluttered in the slight breeze, each wisp trailing through your feathers like fingers ran through hair.

You turned your face up to the sun, allowing yourself to tilt your neck and wincing at the taut skin. It still burned, where he sank his teeth.

You shook your head and sat on the warm asphalt sheets of the rooftop, soaking in as much as you could in such a small amount of time.

And just when the light began to warm you, it was extinguished. A huge blot of darkness shrouded you, leaving you in chills. The loom of a dark presence made you sink into yourself, bringing your knees up to your chest while you ducked your head down.

You wished for it to disappear as quickly as it appeared. By this point, you were certain he'd trained his senses to find you in any given circumstance. Your wings slowly bubbled around you, encasing you in the soft tawny feathers and shielding you from seeing him. From hearing him.

"Angel," his voice carried from above, his dark shadow shifting further down before you until the sun finally graced the arches of your wings again.

Still, you hid behind them, knowing that if you looked up, your face would be shadowed with his glare.

"Sweet Angel," he cooed, his claws raking across your feathers gingerly, plucking at their hollow shafts. "You've missed me."

He spoke for you though the words were on the tip of your tongue, if only you could speak them. You hadn't missed him, not recently. Every time that he returned, you wanted to flee.

And you had this final time, giving yourself enough space from Him to realize his toxicity. Though His words were sweet, He was still in fact a Devil.

Your silence and cower spoke more than you could, causing him to reach through your bubbled wings to grab your jaw.

"I know you have," he grit through his teeth, his emberous eyes flicking from yours to your lips. "I've been waiting for you to emerge from your cocoon."

You shut your eyes, turning your face away from his though you were still at a loss of words. He pulled you in, tenderly pressing his nose to your cheek. "I could smell you, you know. The winds carried you straight to me."

You grimaced at his words, once sweet but now stinging. His claws slowly curved down your cheeks, his palm leading them down to the front of your throat.

You gulped, feeling his index trace at the lining of your windpipe though his eyes never left yours. You slowly opened your eyes to him, your chest unable to hide the heave of relief and guilt you felt from looking at him.

"Hello Jin," you managed, your mouth dry from speaking his name. Just like a Devil to set ablaze all in his wake, leaving you burning inside and distraught.

"Angel," he repeated, his hand easily going for your throat and guiding you towards your feet. "Say you've missed me."

He pulled you into him, bracing his chest with yours. You attempted to ignore his warmth, something uncanny compared to the sun. He burned, his skin withholding the flames of eternally doomed souls just beneath the surface.

If it weren't damning, you'd almost curl into his side at all times and cocoon yourself there.

His hands pet at the underside of your now open wings, carefully starting at the base between your shoulder blades and out as far as his hands could reach.

"I've missed you," you spat out, only giving a half-truth. You recoiled at his touch, trying to shy away from each sensual twang his claws made at your feathers.

You had missed him, but only when he was like this. When he wanted you so wholly and obsessively, as if he could fuse you into him. You hid a roll of your eyes, shuffling your wings to rid his touch.

"Are we done licking our wounds?" He asked, his tone condescending.

It wasn't a collective question, as if you'd inflict any venom towards him. It felt intrusive, the way he asked, as if he wasn't the one to bite so strong.

As if he wasn't the one to hold so tight.

You turned your chin from him abruptly, disgusted by his implication. Nothing he'd done was to be taken lightly.

Jin cooed, leaning in to nudge his nose to your cheek. His lips parted and a warm breath slipped down your neck before he kissed just below your ear.

"I missed you the other night. We'd gotten so close, Angel."

You held your breath, wishing he hadn't mentioned it. The night came back in a tidal wave, remembering how close he was to you. The closest he'd ever been.

You felt the echo of his touch reverberate against his confession, feeling the same guilty warmth flood into your stomach.

He'd gotten so close, but you were told your Grace was sacred and you shut him down. That was humiliating for you, to retract your heaving breaths and ruttish glare at his lips, his toned body.

"I-I don't know what you mean," You lied, failing to even fool yourself.

There was nothing you could say or do that would stop Him from baring into you, seeing your raw, corrupted soul screaming every fiber to be with him.

He chuckled at you, into you, the noise hollowing through your body and reaching crevices you'd rather forget. You stiffened.

Jin's claws reached up to your shoulder, played at your skin by walking his index and middle finger to the slope of your arm before tenderly peeling the strap of your dress down. He carefully traced his fingers further down, leaving your strap dangling on your bicep.

"You're a beautiful liar," he taunted, his voice gaining more edge as he sank his lips to your shoulder.

You were unsure if it was possible to stiffen further, yet you were stonewalled. His lips did nothing to cause you comfort, though it melted you inside.

Then his tongue dragged against your skin, leaving a tepid stripe that was teased by the soft breeze. You wiggled involuntarily, wanting to free yourself of whatever game was being played.

Jin took hold of your hands bracing his chest, held them close to his pectorals before guiding them down to his ribs. "It makes your Grace that more delectable."

You stifled a breath out, shifting your shoulder from his attention. "I don't know what you're talking about, Jin. Nothing happened."

His chuckle deepened, turning his head and moving to your opposite shoulder; Jin stopped to admire his handiwork of your neck, a beautiful round purpling hickey.

The blood vessels were brought to the skin, the little red beads congealing under the umbrella of aubergine in the perfect conform from his mouth.

Jin hummed, resting his lips to your opposite shoulder. "Keep lying, it feels so good."

This time, he used his teeth to tug your dress strap down your shoulder, leaving you bare from the collar up. You wrestled out of his hands and tried to pull yourself together.

Your guilty conscience was catching up to you again, leaving you questioning your Grace. To fall for a Devil was a cardinal sin.

And to explain that to your siblings, to return lesser of an angel. It wasn't going to be you.

Jin tsked, his hands going for your waist and pulling you back into him. "Angel, angel...don't get cold feet now."

His claws found their way into your feathers again, this time ruffling them at your shoulder blades. He pet softly into them, sending zings of soft electricity into your body and straight to your core.

You fluffed your wings, almost territorially, but smoothed them out again when Jin grabbed onto the edges. He rubbed your feathers carefully through his fingers, earning a soft pat of your foot before you wriggled again.

"Jin, please," you crooned, your voice reaching a pitch you weren't familiar with.

You couldn't come up with an explanation, an excuse as to why you couldn't, why you wouldn't. You turned away from him, crossing your arms to your chest as you made yourself up again.

You stared acutely across the apartment roof to the next rooftop, knowing that if you jumped, Jin would always follow you.

Suddenly, Jin's arms wrapped around you, one arm crossing between your breasts as the other circled your waist. He edged against you, sliding his hardened length along your inside thigh before rubbing carefully at the hem of your dress in the back.

"Angel," his voice came out strained, a whole entity darker than himself. "Tell me to stop right now, I'll stop. Just tell me."

You maintained a straight stature for a moment, your knees suddenly buckling at the rut of his cock between your hot thighs. Your glare softened as it turned up to the sky, already asking your creator for forgiveness with what you weren't strong enough to abstain from.

He felt so good against you, burning and hard. Your hand circled around to touch his hip, bring him further in for you to attempt a grind.

"Come on, Angel. Tell me to stop," he tried, pleaded into your ear.

Your wings were outstretched in the awkward position, sandwiched between you and Jin. The tips of your tawny feathers touched at His sable ones.

"Jin," you panted, something against your better judgement.

His hand around your waist slipped back to pull up your dress, touch at the free skin below your waist. "I can smell you want me. Tell me I'm wrong."

You suddenly clenched your thighs together, once again put off by his inquisitive nature. Still, his touch was inviting, infatuating. His claws were timid as his fingers pressed to your stomach, then drifted down at an exponential rate.

Then he was touching at your clit.

You drifted away in an instant, no longer thinking of damnation or Grace. Jin's touch was perfect, a pressure you'd never experienced before but now couldn't live without.

Your thighs melted apart, your wings drooping to the rooftop floor. You came undone by the simple touch, feeling a need to urge him further.

"Keep going," you ordered lowly, staring down your body to see his wrist over your thigh.

His fingers started swirling, earning a few deep breaths from you as Jin chuckled in your ear.

"What a beautiful little creature, so deprived..." he growled, pressing his lips to your ear. "You should hear how you sound."

You released a shallow moan at that, one that Jin echoed right back to you. You offered a whimper at his touch, he imitated it back.

"So pitiful," he teased, his fingers pressing a bit harder. "Tell me to stop now. I dare you."

You whined, tilting your chin away from him and feeling your wetness now slick down your thighs.

"Aww," Jin taunted, moving an inch closer to you and pressing his cheek to yours. "You can't, can you? It feels that good, huh, Angel? Worth the hellfire?"

You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head menially before Jin retracted his claws and slid two fingers inside of you.

"Ohh," you uttered, your knees fighting to stay apart and come together.

Jin's other claws tickled at your throat while you stifled a few coos.

"Even closer than before, Angel. Corruption looks good on you," He husked into your ear, baring his teeth to nibble at the shell of your ear.

At the same time, he stretched his thumb up and pressed it to your clit, flicking it back and forth; his fingers slowly pumped into you, curving at your innermost wall.

You folded your bottom lip between your teeth, both of your hands crossing over Jin's. His hand at your throat drifted downward, tearing your dress down to paw at your breast.

He leaned into you, leading you down to your knees in a slow shift. He pulled you to his lap, your legs now spread apart and allowing him full access.

"Angel's a whore, huh?" Jin purred, massaging at your breast and teasing at your nipple.

You rested your head back to Jin's shoulder. If you could swear, you would.

"I like you this way," he whispered, his hold tightening around you in general.

Jin worked his fingers and used his forearm to grind you against him. "My little guilty conscience."

You made a noise of disbelief, dissuading whatever Jin thought of you as your hands braced his knees.

But you didn't want him to stop. Jin's hand pawed at your other breast, then went around to comb through the downy feathers at the base of your back.

You were a new kind of mess then, moaning louder to the sky as his fingers moved faster. Your wings shook anxiously as Jin shoved you forward to brace the asphalt.

Your nipples scraped against the asphalt, your ass presenting fully in Jin's lap. A noise of appreciation rumbled from his chest, his hand dragging heavily down your back before flipping the end of your dress up.

You tried to hide yourself, reaching to fold it back down; Jin tsked, grabbing your wrist and pressing it to the middle of your back.

"Angel, leave it to me now." Jin's voice strained again, holding your hand there for a moment too long before letting go.

His fingers paused, his thumb strumming your clit a bit faster. You writhed then, mixing the dull warm pinch of the asphalt with the teasing touch of Jin's thumb.

He reached further behind you, forcing the band of his fighting pants down. You felt an immense concentration of heat just before your pussy then, expressing more wet to combat it.

You wished to see his cock, though you weren't sure how'd you react to it. Jin chuckled darkly, staring down at your dripping pussy and slid his fingers out of you.

"You're so ready for me, Angel." He praised, angling his cock and rubbing his tip just before your pussy. "Stop me."

You shook your head then, glancing over your shoulder and dropping a wing to look at Jin, an entire new shade of deep red. His horns were even gaining color, his emberous eyes now darkened to coal.

"N-no," you cooed, slowly tilting your hips up to prsent further. "P-please."

Jin's breath escaped him in heavy rolls, trying to withhold whatever excitement was built inside him.

He pulled his hand away from your pussy, leaving your clit neglected; Jin took grip of your hip, reaching to grab your ass and spread your cheek to get a better, vulgar view.

With his other hand on his cock, he guided himself into you; more of your wetness eased out, already coating his cock.

"Fuck, Angel. Corrupted little heaven." Jin eased in further, filling you beyond what you thought was full.

Your hands braced out to the asphalt, slapping your palms to the floor. Jin pulled your hip further into him, making you squirm the more you took in.

"You feel better than imagined," Jin chirped, his wings flapping excitedly.

Your wings were flattened to the floor, twitching at the sensations running through your body. Jin's length continued before bottoming out at the entrance of your cervix.

Your walls fluttered in response, already aching to be doused. Jin's hands roamed up your back, combing through your wings again.

He took grip of the inside of a wing, holding you down and slowly rolling his hips out before reversing back into you.

The movement was rapturous, something better than whatever cooling Grace was stashed deep within you. You groaned at the thought, your hips following after him and stalling when he returned.

Jin bit his bottom lip, his chest puffing with a mating coo. Your eyes crossed, your mouth opening to pant.

Your tongue rolled out, your cheek bracing the asphalt. Corruption never felt so good.

"Torturous heaven, Angel. I've waited so long for this," Jin whimpered, leaning further against you before he clasped his arms around you in a tight hug.

You heaved, your feathers ruffling. Jin's wings curled around the two of you, closing you off from the outside world.

The two of you heaved, sharing heavy breaths and sweat while Jin pumped leisurely into you, slowly ruining you.

"Come back to me, Angel," Jin begged lowly against your shoulder.

Your face twisted at the words, trying to ignore Jin's pleas. Returning home to him...right now? Would be a beautiful, twisted endeavor.

Would this be what you two'd do for the rest of your days? Jin peeling away your Grace in luxurious, long strips before your wings eclipsed to black like his?

Another Fallen Angel in the presence of humanity. You released a purr-like rumble, only shifting further into Jin's hold.

"I--Fuck--I want to keep you, like my little pet," he gruffed, biting onto the lobe of your ear.

He shifted down and kissed your shoulder, then suctioned his lips to your skin. Jin's teeth nipped at your skin, earning a low peep from you.

Then he released and did it again, inches away. He peppered your skin with love bites, marking you with his hot mouth as his horns brushed against your temple.

You chased after his touch, slowly moving your body in the wake of his with your mouth making noises incomprehensible to you.

The thought continued to weigh in your mind, going back to him. Corruption was more than worth it if it always felt this good.

"Yes," you finally said, gulping the word out while the raven bubble around you trembled.

Jin gasped in your ear, releasing your skin from his mouth. His wings shifted apart, your gaze catching onto the beautiful blue of the sky against his darkness.

"Perfect pet, my little Angel," Jin muttered, holding you tighter.

His hand slid down your stomach, gathering more of your dress up before pressing his palm just below your navel. "I'll make my mark right here."

Jin's hand burned into you, making your skin tingle at the combined sensation. With a lift of your hips, you felt Jin's cock pressing just where his palm laid and you couldn't help the shiver of pleasure from the thought.

Then it traveled down your spine, warming up just at the meet of Jin's hips to your ass before you seized, your hands pulling into fists while you chewed into your bottom lip.

"Coming so soon?" Jin teased, not slowing his pace but holding you tighter to him. "I could go all night with you, Angel."

You nodded at his words, the breath-catching pleasure causing your toes to curl. You braced your knees together and reached to Jin's hand on your stomach, threading your fingers through his.

"Jin, fffffuck," you stammered out, your eyes squeezing shut as more wetness gushed from your pussy.

Your chest heaved, your nipples scraping the asphalt while you continued to chase the high the Devil brought to you. If you could get on your knees at that moment, you would to plead for more.

The feeling, in no better terms, were better than Heaven. Grace meant little to the hot rush that synapsed through your body and turned every living and dying cell within you over to Jin. He was in possession of this euphoria, making you swear and causing your insides to go adrift in pleasure.

Jin hummed into your ear, pulling you impossibly close to his body. "Yes, Angel, fuck."

He continued on for a few more swift pumps, staggering his stamina to a halt before burying his cock to the hilt; Jin's tip grazed your cervix, almost tapping to be let in, but then came with such a force that you squeaked in residual ecstasy.

Jin pulled away from you, presenting his wings out like a statue as they caught onto the wind and trembled. He stared down at where your bodies met now, his cock twitching inside you and your pussy glazed with wet.

He rubbed at your thighs, admiring more of your delectable body now that it'd brought him pleasure. Your hips ached with a soft roll forward, showing off more of yourself to him.

"My dirty little angel," he praised, producing his claws and gently tracing them up your back then between your wings. "I smell the corruption within you, my cum does wonders to your scent."

Your eyes fluttered, feeling his cock twitch again with another spurt inside you. He slowly pulled out, allowing more of his cum to land against your ass.

Then you felt his essence easing out of you. Jin groaned at the sight, pulling his hand connected with yours further down to touch. He placed your hand at your entrance, your fingers gathering his cum.

"Fuck that back into yourself, Angel, for me," he ordered softly, his hands going to massage your ass.

You whimpered, turning your head to look at him before tentatively easing your fingers into your pussy, dragging Jin's cum back inside.

"That's my good girl," Jin whispered, watching the act before lightly tapping your ass. "Good for me only."

You nodded, your throat now dry. Jin leaned forward and kissed your cheek then shoved his still-hard cock back into his pants.

"Get up," he said, his voice back to its original brass. "Let's go home."

[fastandcute]

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[phoenixtherebelist]

BY HIS SIDE…FOREVER

PAIRING: JIN/HONOKA

GAMES: TEKKEN/DEAD OR ALIVE

FANFIC: KALOPSIA

Moonlight pooled down on two figures that lay intertwined in a bed. Her rosy, red eyes fluttered open due to the sound of a beating heart. She raised her head to see the man that she was lying next to.

In her eyes, she saw the man that she loved dearly with all of her heart. However, in the public's eyes, they despised him greatly with every fiber in their bodies. They saw him as an evil enemy who ruined the lives of countless people he sought out. Not even her closest friends were huge fans of him due to his status as heir to the Mishima Zaibatsu and the bounty on his head.

Despite his choices as a ruthless leader, she wanted to stay by his side at all costs because both she and her lover knew the reasons behind his actions. Reasoning that the world does not know of and will never understand. Only she would be the only one to understand his motivations and love him, no matter what.

Her eyes directed themselves at the clock nearby. From what she could tell, it was nearly midnight. Yawning, she swung her legs over the bed, her feet touching the soft carpet floor. Before she made a move to stand, she took a look back at her lover, who was still asleep. Regardless of how strange it made her seem, she enjoyed watching him sleep, his handsome face overcome with peace and bliss.

Smiling softly, she stood up. Picking up a white long-sleeved shirt that was scattered on the floor with the rest of the clothes, she carefully slipped it on before buttoning it up to her breast. Looking back at her partner with love-filled eyes, she headed to the bathroom. As she went towards the tub, she let out another yawn. "...I could use a nice, warm bath..."

Filling the bathtub with water and bubbles, she removed her shirt, letting it fall gracefully to the floor. Before she got in, she placed her hand in the water to check the temperature. She relaxed as the warm liquid climbed its way up to her arm.

The young woman felt at ease as she slowly lowered herself into the water. The bubbles tickled at her skin as she broke through them, burying her body between their light bodies. The pleasant smell of floral essence filled her nose while she watched the suds skim the surface of the water. She leaned back, the cold surface of the tub touching her back as her mind started to drift off into her world. "Grammy..." she murmured. It was the name of her beloved guardian that she loved dearly. When her thoughts about her grandmother came to mind, she gently glided her fingers across the edge of the bathtub. "...I wonder how you're doing up there." There was a moment of silence before a giggle escaped from her lips. "What a dumb thing to say... of course you're doing okay. You're resting up there."

As she relaxed in the warm water, her hand landed softly on her flat stomach. She rubbed it affectionately, her eyes filled with love and care, but held worry and fear at the same time. "Grammy...I'm scared..." she said, her hand balling into a fist. "...I don't know what to do anymore..."

Fear did not leave her body for a second. At such a young age, carrying a child was one thing the young woman could not handle, especially when her lover was unaware of his child's existence in her abdomen. Sex might have been what she was willing to be ready for. However, becoming a mother around this age was something she was not prepared for.

"He's out of control. What do I do, Grammy? Everything he's doing is wrong...he's practically the most hated man in this world. I love him so much and I know he has a perfect explanation for them, but... do I stay by his side, despite his actions?"

The girl might not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but she understood everything that he was doing was immoral in every way... but she wanted to stay by his side no matter what he did. However, should she ever continue to support him through all of this, the public would see her as a villainess among side him. It was bad enough that most people who knew who she was through her lover saw her as naive. A naive little girl who's so blinded by the love he showed her to see through his wrong actions.

After a few minutes of bathing, she decided it was time for her to leave the bathtub. She got dressed in a violet, flounce satin kimono robe and stood in front of the mirror, silently brushing her salmon-pink hair. She tied her hair into a side ponytail while the rest of her flowed down past her shoulders. A small smile appeared on her face. From growing up, she always loved styling her hair like this. Her grandmother thought the hairstyle suited her well as a child.

Before she could do anything else, she felt strong arms wrap themselves around her waist. A squeak escaped from her throat.

"Relax." the figure commanded calmly and as soon as she recognized the master of the voice, she relaxed.

"Jin..." she whispered, blushing slightly. "Sorry. I didn't wake you did I?"

A chuckle released from his throat. "No, of course not," he replied, resting his head on her shoulder. "I noticed you weren't in bed, so I came looking for you. I knew you'd be hiding in here." he lightly teased, pulling her closer to his chest.

Honoka only had a gentle smile and silence was the only response to him. She wanted to say many things to him, but her tongue felt as if it were being held down. However, Jin saw through his lover's false smile and frowned. Nothing between the pair felt the same. Ever since his decision to declare war on the entire world, he noticed a change in Honoka's persona. Day after day, she would slowly go from being a sweet, yet childlike young woman to someone he barely knew. Unexpectedly, he found himself preferring her bubbly behavior over her much darker and gloomy one.

At first, Jin was not fond of Honoka. He found her constant presence around him to be an utter nuisance. In his eyes, she came off as nothing more than an incompetent and simple-minded little girl. Her inability to appear to work on time and her failure to meet his high standards annoyed him.

Excuses were one of the many things he had zero tolerance for. But what highly use to irritate him the most was her constant apologies. He despised being told an apology more than once. It only showed how pathetic they indeed were.

The girl was a little too nice for her own good. Even when he would verbally eviscerate Honoka for her failure, she would still display kindness towards him with an apology and a promise to do better. A commitment was a thing Jin couldn't have a single trust in, especially when the person couldn't live up to it. His actions of hiring her into the company slowly started to haunt him. He once found himself close to banishing her from the company not only for her constant errors but for the humiliation he had to overcome because of her.

No. He wanted to do much worse to her. Worse enough for him to see the sheer fear and humiliation on her face. Pain and pleasure were both things he wanted to inflict on Honoka as punishment for her blunders and disobedience.

No.

He had no desire to do that.

It was not what he desired.

The devil that continued to live within him did.

The devil held lust towards Honoka, not him.

Jin felt nothing but pure disgust towards himself at the thought of taking joy in bringing suffering to his innocent employee. The thoughts his devil had of Honoka were disturbing and repulsive. He was fully aware of what the devil inside him was capable of. With the devil, there were no good intentions involved. The devil was far beyond showing mercy towards those he deems are beneath him. Bringing pain, suffering, and even death to those he considered beneath him was what he took great joy in. However, Honoka's life would only be spared by the demon, for he wanted the innocent girl all for himself for his own sadistic pleasure. He vowed to himself that he wouldn't allow the devil to possess him for that to happen. If he ended up harming Honoka, Jin surely wouldn't forgive himself.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt delicate arms wrap around his torso. Soft lips found their way to his neck, her hands roaming his perfect body. He felt himself stiffen uncomfortably as her kisses slowly started to give him pleasure. He stood still as her lips traveled to the center of his chest. As much as he wanted to enjoy it, he couldn't. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to hold himself back if things were to escalate further between them. Jin had been too rough on the young woman the last time the pair had intercourse. To make matters worse, he even enjoyed it. Since he could not control his demon genes, he felt like a complete monster.

However, Honoka disagreed. Much to his surprise, she admitted to him that she rather liked it. Jin wanted to question her sanity at that point. Just who in their right mind would enjoy sex with a monster like him?

Jin watched as Honoka continued to leave kisses on his bare skin, her soft hands exploring his body. Her head rose, allowing her ruby eyes to meet his brown ones. She leaned up to his face, her eyes falling closed. However, just as her lips came close to coming in contact with his, a hand roughly found its way to her neck. She felt the ground beneath her leave her feet.

"J...Jin..." she gasped as she struggled to breathe. Honoka's hand found its way to his arm in an attempt to pry his hand from her neck. A red misty aura erupted around her right hand, allowing her to take advantage of the situation she was in.

A hiss and growl came from his throat just as Honoka's ignited hand came in contact with his skin. His grip around her neck stayed tight as he had the overwhelming urge to make her suffer even more for her actions. However, due to the burning and searing pain he endured, he immediately released Honoka from his hold.

Jin glanced inwardly at his hands, then looked at Honoka lying on the floor. Holding her sore neck, she let out a few coughs to recover the air in her body. "Honoka...I'm so sorry."

"Jin...it's okay."

However, Jin gave her a stern expression. "Don't be foolish. It's not." Honoka gave no response as she continued to stare at him. "Do you even realize that I could end your life without a single thought if that swine were to take over me completely?"

Honoka stood up to her feet to face Jin. "But you didn't kill me, Jin. I don't think you would," she said, shaking her head.

Jin turned away from her. "I would have," he replied, not once taking a glance back at her. "Not only you but... our child as well."

"Yeah." Honoka unconsciously agreed. However, as a second passed by, her eyes widen in shock and realization. "W-Wait... how do you-"

"I'm not ignorant, Honoka." smiled Jin with slight amusement. "I knew exactly what you were up to."

"I...um... I-I wasn't up to anything." Honoka stuttered nervously, scratching the back of her head. Seeing right through her failed attempt to fool him with her lie, Jin only shook her head.

"I must say." he paused. "Your grandmother has done well in raising you. Lying isn't one of your strong suits," he said, shifting to face Honoka. "Your skills in being an undercover agent seem to be lacking as well." he finished, pulling out the main piece of evidence he secretly had hidden away.

Honoka gawked at the used pregnancy test she had meant to dispose of for good. "H-How'd you find that?!"

"Never mind how I was able to find it." Jin reprimanded with a glare. "Why would you keep something like this from me?"

Honoka opened her mouth to answer but immediately shut it. She was unsure of what answer to give him after hiding away this information for so long. There was once a time when she overheard him saying that he had no desire for children or a family of his own. His strong vow to put a permanent end to the Mishima bloodline was getting in the way of what she wanted the most. The devil gene is what coursed through the veins of the Mishima members. Jin's father longed for it to become much more powerful, while Jin wished to rid of the cursed gene.

Letting Jin find out about her early pregnancy on his own was the last thing Honoka wanted to happen. She had planned on waiting for the perfect time to inform him that she was carrying his child. The better the timing would be, the less uncomfortable the situation would be.

"Because...you don't want kids," she answered, looking away from him in shame.

"What?" he questioned, a tiny hint of anger lingering in his voice.

Honoka remained silent before finding her voice to speak. "I heard you, Jin. You said you had no intention of having a family and I know why," she said as she stared into his pupils. "It's because you wanna get rid of the devil gene, isn't it?" she questioned, a lump forming in her throat. She knew what his answer would be and she didn't wish to hear it.

Jin looked down at his lover and let out a sigh. "Yes."

Slowly taking in his response, Honoka gave a sad smile and tore her gaze away from him. Hearing him admit it right to her face hurt. But what was painful to her the most was hearing him say he didn't want a family. Not even with her. "I see."

"However," came his voice, making her snap her head towards him. "from the start, wiping out this cursed bloodline had initially been my sole purpose." he paused, taking a step closer to his lover. "Until I met you, of course." he finished with a small smile.

Her heart swelled with joy at the words that came from his own mouth. "J-Jin, I don't know what to say." Honoka was uncertain if everything that was transpiring before her eyes was an illusion or not. Hearing Jin, of all people, admit his feelings to her was the least she expected. A gasp left her throat when two strong arms suddenly wrapped themselves around her small frame. He buried his hand deep in her hair and pulled her closer to his chest. A furious blush formed across her face. Honoka had been hugged by Jin before, but it didn't just feel like any usual hug for an unknown reason. "H-Hey! What the heck's gotten into you? Is Devil possessing you again?" That was a valid question. His devil form could be sweet-talking her and she wouldn't even realize it until it was too late.

Jin gave no response and proceeded to hold her. A shiver ran down her spine at the feel of his warm breath tickling against her neck and shoulder. His lips gently caressed her soft skin, earning a tiny moan from Honoka. "Jin..."

Her voice went unheard as he continued to leave a trail of kisses on her neck. His large hands roamed over her curvaceous body and to the front of her robe. Jin gently pulled at the silk belt that held her robe and slid it off her shoulders to allow it to fall to the floor.

Jin stood back to take in the sight of the young woman, who was now bare to him. His hazel eyes held lust as he examined her voluptuous figure. Regardless of how self-conscious Honoka felt about her body, Jin always appreciated how well-developed she was. Women would vie to possess such a physique that had curves in just about the correct places.

Honoka brought her arms to her chest to cover her bust from Jin. "Look, I know I'm getting fat and all, but you don't have to look at me like that, Jin." she pouted with her face flushed with embarrassment. It was bad enough he had discovered her little secret before telling him, she didn't need him telling her how different her body was getting.

"I simply beg to differ your statement, Honoka." he objected with a slight chuckle. He reached out and removed both of her arms from her chest, earning him a small yell in surprise. "You seem to be gaining it in just about the right places to me." he complimented, focusing his gaze on her free breasts.

Honoka looked elsewhere, refusing to allow him to see how bashful she felt. "O-Oh, you're just saying that." she countered.

"I assure you that I am not." he disagreed. Honoka opened her mouth to argue back, only to have a moan release from her lips.

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Tekken 8 Review is Here: Best Fighting Game Of All Time | MovieAnimeX:-

[fallenangelx00]

Battles of Remnant Introduction

I am writing a fighting genre inspired fanfic about RWBY called Battles of Remnant.

In this story, the Grimm have been categorized as extinct for a few thousand years

Without Grimm and the need for Huntsmen, the world pivoted to a more combat focused society to vent out their pent up aggressions after the majority of the fighting was done after the Great War

The Great War lasted just over 140 years

Jaune is the main focus of the story and it starts with him returning to Vale after having been missing for 7 years

Tai Yang and Ghira are dead in this story. Tai's death is shown during a flashback in the first chapter and Ghira is killed 2 years before Tai's death

I have created a 3rd dominant species on Remnant called Typhos. They are like Humans and Faunus but with Grimm-like features.

I gender-swapped Ren into a female and race-swapped Nora into a Faunus.

The main inspirations for this story were  Baki, History's Strongest Disciple Kenichi, Hajime no Ippo,  Street Fighter, Tekken, King of Fighters & etc.

This story is also 18+ NSFW for smut, gore, death, and all that good stuff.

Also, there will be characters from various non-RWBY properties, like Lobo from DC and Tracer from Overwatch

[green-tea-in-absinthe-bottle]

THE NIGHT BELONGS TO YOU CHAPTER 3

Blade x fem reader fanfic

MASTERLIST

Summary of part 3 - Reader lives among stellaron hunters, makes genuine connections and slowly becomes one of them

Chapter 3 – Tangled up like branches in a flood 

Between playing games with Silver Wolf at which Y/n sucked, ( but enjoyed them, so who cares) and conversations with Elio (she was told by Destiny’s Slave himself to refer to him as such after short time) weeks passed quickly and happily with Stellaron Hunters. 

 Y/n couldn’t say that she wasn’t treated well, her room was spacious and comfortable one with king sized bed and huge bookshelf full of grimoires, they even put up a little herb garden in her room. She had supplies for her numerous hobbies, yarn for crochet and knitting, painting tools, even her favourite instrument to practice with to Kafka’s delight as she always craved some company while honing her violin skills.  

She was quickly introduced to her share of housework which wasn’t a terrible one, she got to do things she didn’t really mind doing especially those that others didn’t like, overall it wasn’t overwhelming. If anything she was too proud to admit but it seemed life together was much easier, at least no more triggering her sensory issues with washing dishes. With time her attachment to Stellaron Hunters grew.  

They behaved towards each other like a found family and there was nothing Arkonian missed more than her own one. Maybe that’s why she loved how Blade and Silver Wolf’s friendship looked like? Each time she noticed them joke around together and spend quality time regardless if it was work-related, going out in disguise to enjoy festivals or parallel play when Wolf gamed  and Blade slept with his eyes open next to her -  y/n thought about her father and how they used to do that too, minus the whole incognito thing.  

She wasn’t the part of their dynamic, yet it still brought her comfort. Even when she spent time with Silver Wolf Blade almost never spoke to her, despite his gaze always finding her and observing her every move.  

 - Y/n, would you like to play Tekken with me? Blade hurt his hand again, he can’t hold the controller properly. - Wolfie casually suggested, giving him a piece of bubble gum. He took it gently into his bandaged hand. Fresh blood was visible on white material. 

 - Sure, why not. Tekken 7 or 8? I main Kazumi or Jun. 

 - You like Mishimas’s girls? - teen teased her.  

 - What can I say, they have great taste in women, I mean... Have you seen Jun’s leg cutter move? So hot. - y/n didn’t even try to pretend she was normal about those characters. - By the way, what happened to our friend?  

 He winced at the word she chose to describe him with but didn’t oppose when y/n sat on the floor between his and Wolfie’s legs. She didn’t want to get the chips crumbs scrambled here and there on the couch stuck on her black pants.  

 - During the mission some glass shards from broken window cut his hand. Don’t worry, he heals much faster than average person, his curse does come with a few blessings. - Wolfie answered instead of the man, who looked like he wanted to say a few bitter words about such unwanted “blessings” that only delay his eternal rest. Unbothered by his grumpiness girl continued. - Here is your controller, we play the new Tekken. Blade just bought it for me today.  

 - That’s very kind of him. - y/n admitted. She only earned unamused glance from the man.  

 - He is way nicer than he seems to be at first, you will understand.  

Out of 7 matches they played y/n won only two, but claimed to be good at Tekken. Just, you know, trying new techniques for fun and gawking at Jun’s design. Wolfie turned out to be Yoshimitsu main but tried Hwoarang once. Blade didn’t utter a word through the whole game but passed them snacks from nearby table. Perhaps those spicy shrimp chips were enough for y/n to forget how annoying he could be sometimes. Did she imagine this or did he really gave up last few chips from his bowl so she could have them? 

*** 

Later, when Silver Wolf and Y/N were alone the former reassured her.  

 - Don’t worry about Blade, he isn’t in the best place mentally. He usually avoids outsiders like a plague. You are new here and we don’t know yet for how long will you be willing to stay with us or if we can trust you. It’s already a miracle he sits next to you out of his own will, I think he doesn’t dislike you. - girl grinned.  

 - I don’t know about that. - y/n laughed in response – Your gloomy friend constantly  stares at me like he wants to see all my previous lifetimes.  

Hacker cackled wildly at that.  

 - Oh come on, he’s not that bad. He is just... A bit intense. But trust me, he doesn’t hate you. You would know if he would. You haven’t seen him like that yet, he’s like some fallen angel of revenge. 

 - Sounds like I really don’t want to get on his bad side. - medium scrunched her nose. 

Even more often she marveled at Blade’s friendship with Firefly, the girl that craved life but hers was meant to be cut short, while he craved nothing more than for his immortal suffering to come to end, he could find some hope for peace only in death, just like one of Y/N’s relatives back then on Arkona... Yet Firefly and Blade deeply respected each other, understood each other in a way nobody else ever did and took care of each other in subtle way. It was so sweet.  

In general, y/n considered the way everybody here accommodated disabled people of the group without infantilising them or making them seem like a burden. For example – Blade let girls play on his phone, but when he needed them to type a message to somebody which was hard for him to do because of constant stiffness of his hands – he didn’t need to ask them twice even in the middle of unstoppable game. Perhaps the pain in his hands is the reason  why he barely used his phone in general. He always spoke to the girls with respect, never let them feel inferior despite age difference, y/n chose to believe that the day he got his ass kicked by Sam was not the only reason why. 

Firefly’s entropy loss syndrome wasn’t a tabu, nobody tried to pretend it wasn’t there, but it was not a secret that time spent together was precious to them due to her shortened lifespan. She was always the closest with Blade, yet y/n suspected the one who cherished her the most was Kafka herself. The problem is even if Kafka tried her best at being there for Firefly  it only seemed to create more distance.   

Y/n believed in Kafka’s good intentions towards her crewmates. She always checked on their wellbeing, listened to Silver Wolf’s ideas when nobody else took them seriously  and she was the one covering for them in front of the boss when they ignored the script on missions. The way in which girls asked her if they can bend the rules a bit each time made y/n remember how she used to ask her auntie to calm her mother down later if she wanted to misbehave. Despite that, y/n believed that Kafka, so known for being completely fearless, tried to shield herself from others to avoid getting too close. 

It came to her mind one day while she was cleaning and organizing Kafka’s collection of coats alongside it’s owner. 

 - This one might need to be repaired before it gets back into the closet. - y/n suggested. 

 - What is it dear? - woman furrowed her brow, taking a look at damaged sleeve Arkonian held in front of her. - Is that blood? I really liked this one...- she sighed. - Don’t worry cutie, the blood definitely isn’t mine. 

 While that woman was always charming, polite and elegant – she was also a mysterious one, doing her best to not pick up any  personal topics. She clearly wanted company, valued people around her and in some way, y/n was sure she needed them. Yet, she never truly let go of her defences.  She seemed to be honest with you, telling you things without sugarcoating, but at the end of the day you didn’t really knew who she was. She didn’t lie but she never opened up either. 

At one point this enigmatic woman put down the last one of her coats and looked up at the painting hanging on the wall. Artificial light enhanced her facial features, emphasized her subtle expression. Kafka had that kind of sadness in her eyes y/n only saw in people who lost somebody who meant world to them, full of regret as if her soul could burst out of the seams under the weight of words unsaid, unconfessed feelings. Quickly, she concealed those emotions and closed the closet door. Y/n didn’t ask about it. 

 She didn’t want to pry, sometimes we need to let people keep their secrets, it’s a form of dignity too, like clothing that covers your body. Y/n knew better than anyone else – it's not a good thing to show your open wounds to people. After all Arkona left a hole in her heart that will never heal. 

Still, she tried to fill it, went out to run whenever she could, hiked the mountains to feel the blood rush through her body. To feel alive. Usually Firefly joined her during those activities, when you know you don’t have much time left you try to make every day meaningful. More often than not she had to take on SAM form during those to not overwhelm her body. To Firefly having a chance to see the beauty of nature, of world around herself – that was everything, and she couldn’t bear the thought of losing it one day. 

 During one of those hikes Y/n sat down next to younger girl on a boulder and passed her a thermos full of hot chocolate. They looked up at the setting sun, while two out of three moons this particular planet they chose to roam had slowly showed on the sky as pale crescents. Memories flood y/n’s mind. She turned her head towards her friend, only to see Firefly observing her with understanding in her eyes.  

 - Can I tell you something I haven’t told anybody else?- Y/n whispered with trembling voice.  

 - Of course, did something happen? - girl seemed to be concerned. 

 - Back then, on my home planet I used to live next to the mountain,  it used to be known in common language as Saintcross, our original name would sound too strange to you. You know what kind of reputation Arkonian language has. Whenever harsh winds and storms destroyed roofs of the houses in nearby villages my mother used to pray to Saintcross so it keeps us safe... She used to say it’s like a natural shield against those. I didn’t always believe that, cause in the area around them harsh winds were not uncommon but our home stood safe through it so I guess her prayers were listened to. Till the abominations came and split my mountains apart. - Arkonian’s face was wet with all the tears and she trembled so hard Firefly noticed it despite thick winter jacket covering y/n’s body .– Then there was nothing to protect us anymore. Nothing to pray to. Smoke covered sky so no stars shone above us at night and no sun was to be seen at day. 

Firefly didn’t knew what to do when people cried so she just held y/n till she calmed down. Then she spoke as well. 

 - My kind was meant to live fast and die in the flames of battle. In my lifetime I saw my comrades die again and again, I’m was used to losing those around me, that at some point I truly, foolishly believed that I can’t feel grief. We were made to fight Swarm but we lived like a hivemind ourselves. Only our purpose mattered, not who we were. To some extend we were made to believe we were all the same, like army of clones. - she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Arkonian’s arms around her tightened. - One thing I really need to do before enthropy takes me away from this world is to learn who I am. Only I myself can give sense to my life. I was made to burn, so in this fire I will forge myself in any shape I desire. - ambition shone in her eyes with intensity of the sun itself.  

 - I am sure you will reach your goal, maybe even to some extent it’s already done. - y/n gently smiled. 

 - Why would you say that? - girl livened up a bit. 

 - I never saw anybody burn as bright as you do. Take in everything like you do. Embrace life in all it’s colors. All stars shine in the sky but my people always looked up to the brightest ones. You remind me so much of myself from my younger days in that aspect, I used to beg my family to take me up the mountain as often as possible, just so I could feel closer to divinity of sun,  clouds and constellations. It made me feel so alive I wanted to scream from mountaintop. - y/n sighed. - Not to mention, growing up I had both a sweet tooth and tendency to try unconventional meals, I bet we would eat Oak Cake Rolls together if we knew each other back then. You need to try my favourite Anyżki cookies as well. 

 - Oh, do you know how to make them? I can use SAM's heating ability to help you bake them. - Firefly flexed a bit with a tiny smirk. 

 - Ummm...I need to refresh my memory, but as soon as I put my hands on that recipe we get to work bestie. 

Firefly took of her helmet and put her head on y/n's shoulder with pleased expression on her face. They watched as the third moon became visible, distant howling of wolves filled the atmosphere. Arkonian felt like in trance, tranquil after the storm of her emotions drained her energy. She sobered up once the first moon begun to set. 

- Maybe we should go. It’s getting late and I overheard Elio talk to Blade about something to do early in the morning tomorrow if everything goes well. - y/n’s voice interrupted peaceful moment they shared.  

Firefly got up and they walked back in complete silence, no words were needed. 

 Y/n didn’t know if her friend told anybody about what happened, but after she came down to the kitchen that night to get some pills for her insomnia, she met Kafka who silently gave her a cup of hot milk with honey with reassuring smile on her face.  

When she returned to her bedroom she found burning lavender incense placed on her bedside table, next to the small bouquet of red flowers identical to those Blade always had with himself. She didn’t recall putting any of those there, but was to tired to worry about that. Lavender managed to put her at ease, out of nowhere quiet violin music as hypnotizing as Kafka’s voice reached her ears and put her to sleep. For the first time since the fall of Arkona – she had no nightmares.  

*** 

Humming to herself y/n cheerfully went to Elio’s office. She felt so much better after that night, her first one of good sleep in years. Right before she reached for door handle her mind was engulfed with vision of way too bright light that caused her pain and out of it stepped Terminus holding a star in his hand, complicated sigil  drawn on it’s surface. Y/n felt her legs give up, she expected her body to hit the floor but then she felt the embrace of two strong arms, smell of fresh blood and Red Spider Lily flowers. Red, observant eyes of darkhaired male attentively checked for the shadow of discomfort in her eyes as he picked her up. She felt her cheeks blush under his gaze. 

 - Are you alright? - he asked.  

She wondered why a man with such an attractive, manly voice speaks so rarely. Yet when he did usually it was a witty response or a sharp remark. Out of all Stellaron Hunters he was the hardest to connect to, even Kafka allowed her closer than he ever did. Always so fixated on his pain and deathwish, he avoided anything that could get him attached back to his life, with exception of other Stellaron Hunters. Y/n hoped one day this privilege will also be hers to enjoy. She snapped out of her thoughts as Blade got concerned with her silence.  

 - I just had a vision. I need to go to Elio’s office, he should hear about this. 

 - No way I will let you go there on your own, you barely stand. - Blade sighed. - Let me carry you there if that really can’t wait.  

 *** 

Elio raised his tail up in excitement while he looked at the sigil’s sketch in front of him. 

 - So that’s what Terminus meant by those words last week. If I understand correctly this thing over here might be a special charm, when it’s put on a proper mechanism it allows to extract energy from stellarons, this might be a true revolution. Can you imagine? If we could use all those stellarons we sealed through the years to our advantage, one of the biggest threats against humanity working in it’s favour. Do you remember prototype we build in hopes of achieving such thing? 

 - Yes, I made sure craftsman working on it were the absolute best I could find. - claimed confidently Blade. - I took part of planning it’s design by myself, nothing had a chance to go wrong under my watch even if I couldn’t work on it with my hands. Yet, we failed. Do you suggest infusion could help the machine work in a more stable way? 

 - That’s what I believe Terminus tried to tell me. There is no time to waste, we need to act without hesitation. Y/n, are you ready for your first mission for Stellaron Hunters? - Elio asked tho he already knew the answer.  

 - Of course. - Y/n hurriedly assured him. - I am ready. 

 - Good – he purred in response – There is a stellaron in hands of IPC nearby that we can try your sigil and Blade’s machine on. Grab it from the workshop and you are ready to go. According to my visions everything should go smoothly. I will give you coordinates of the object, you must attempt to seal it within machine and bring it here. Blade already knows this particular base, he and Kafka had a mission there last week. It should be easy for you guys to not get caught redhanded. I don’t expect many guards in your way. Two of you will set off without delay.  

 *** 

Blade threw microwave-sized machine at the backseat of the red, old-fashioned car and closed the door. He sat at the drivers place. Y/n noticed how he checked in a discreet way if her seatbelt is fixed. She didn’t want to disturb him while he was driving so she concentrated on the highway in front of her. Not even ten minutes have passed when he initiated a conversation to her surprise. 

 - Aren’t you shocked that I know how to drive? People usually ask me about it. Not very unexpected concern if you take my narcolepsy, suicidal tendencies and constant mara attacks into consideration. - his eyes didn’t leave the road the whole time but she noticed a slight crooked grin on his face.  

 - Not very much, Silver Wolf told me you used to be a blacksmith on Xianzhou Zhuming, Furnace Master even. I worked there, infusing their weapons with charms, so I know just how much effort and talent it takes to achieve something like this in such place, full of geniuses. I am aware you created many complicated machines during your previous lifetime, so naturally I thought you would be into all things related to such things. - she tried so hard to not say anything stupid but butterflies she felt in her stomach betrayed her time and time again.  

 - So you two gossip about me in your free time? I could convince Kafka to give you both some more responsibilities around the house. Separately. - he threatened but badly hidden smile on his face showed he wasn’t really upset. - How are things on Xianzhou? I bet those self-centered, arrogant idiots haven’t changed a bit since I last saw them. Always so proud, on their Xianzhou ships, yet completely delusional in their pursuits. They condemned me but their sins are way heavier than mine. - Blade laughed in a bitter way. Since when was he so talkative? He never spoke much, but when she was around the most you could get out of him was maybe a short sentence despite the way he looked at her constantly. 

 - To be fair the only reason it still stands is general Jing Yuan. - y/n dared to criticize Xianzhou as she still felt betrayed by them after people she trusted almost handed her to IPC – He seems to be the only person there that uses their brain for something, so he is used by them day and night, he barely sleeps. 

 - It must be hard on him, I don’t remember much from my previous life including some habits of my former friends,  but from what I’ve heard his sleepiness is legendary. 

 - He is even called the slumbering general. - y/n admitted with a giggle. She hoped it wasn’t too enthusiastic. The thought of Blade somehow discovering her crush on Jing Yuan when she had a bit of a crush on him as well just didn’t sit with her right. Could you blame her? Almost every girl on Xianzhou Xianzhou was enchanted by talented general.  

 - Did they treat you well? - Blade looked at her this time, she knew she couldn’t lie under his penetrating gaze. He would figure her out in seconds.  

 - Yes, they did. I found many good colleagues in the forgery, but I never really became friends with anybody. I mostly kept to myself. The closest to a friend I had was Master Zhang.  

 - I don’t recall such name. - Blade slightly frowned.  

 - He was the one that warned me about IPC trying to get me, without him they would catch me without problem.- she mentioned Zhang with gratitude in her heart.  - Everybody else had no issue with turning me in, at least from what I’ve heard. I guess current Furnace Master didn’t plan to stay silent when he saw what my enchanted weapon could do if he could get on the good side of IPC at the tiny cost of one of his employees.  

Blade chuckled darkly.  

 - They turned their back on me as well. - his gaze went numb, he seemed to recall past grudges. Through gritted teeth he murmured – Out of five....three must pay the price. 

His grip on the driving wheel tightened. Y/n wondered if he was about to get mara struck and how should she behave if that happens, when a bullet broke the car glass in front of them and flew right by her left ear. 

[unfilteredcurse]

i keep having nightmares about ling xiaoyu dying in tekken 8 story dlc...like this recurring dream that jin and xiaoyu are getting married, but then miguel shows up and is about to kill jin like he promised in tekken 7. only for ling xiaoyu to jump right in front of jin and gets shot three times. xiaoyu dies from blood loss in jin's arms, then miguel starts acting OOC and cackles evilly like a Saturday morning cartoon villain saying something like "it's your fault, you killed her because you met her!!!". and then miguel becomes one of the main antagonists in tekken 9 alongside reina or something. like, what if harada listens to haters on twitter and decides "yea ok sure i'll make jin suffer and have miguel kill xiaoyu!!!". like damnit namco just retcon tekken 6 already and say something like how he was brainwashed by azazel so i don't need to deal with discourse bullshit while simply looking for fanart/fanfic of my 2nd favorite character.

Oof, man... After reading this, I see how being a Jin fan nowadays is even more stressful and tricky because of many factors, one of them being a huge stain on his character that left him marked permanently and took away every chance of his redemption.

And honestly, at this point I wouldn't even be surprised if Namco pulled out something loke this in the story DLC for more damage control, but let's be serious for a once and say it: they never knew how to dealbwoth story properly eveer after Tekken 5 came out.

(looking right at you, Harada)

But in the end, let's just hope for the best and that the team doesn't mess up things even more (even though they've already messed up everything beyond belief...).

[livewithyura]

Day 7 - Free! ( Kazujun One-shot Fanfic )

Prompts : Baking together! Tekken 8 Aftermath? After Kazuya's injury been healed? I got this ideas from kazujun fan art that I found in twitter . Enjoy 😭🤍

“GET UP! GET UP! THE SUNRISE IS PRETTY! THE BIRD IS CHIRPING   AND THE CLOUDS ARE BLUE” Jun pulled the red curtains .

 The sunrise bathed Kazuya's exposed body as Jun pulled the blanket away while he slept on their shared bed.

  “You know what else is pretty? Sleep” Taking the blanket to shield his body, Jun recognizes that Kazuya is becoming more ‘grumpy’ than usual following his altercation with Jin.

 “Kazuya….”  Jun softly whines his name, a tone that he now considers his weakness.  

 “What?” Kazuya grunts with frustration .

   “You promised me that you ” That word really wakes Kazuya up. How can he forget the promise that he made yesterday? 

Kazuya finally shifted his position in bed, transitioning from a reclined to a sitting posture.

“Kazama! Why the fuck there is bird on my bed!?” Kazuya freaks out , finding a small bird resting beside him . There are 3 birds in total . Birds flew towards Jun, perching on her shoulder as they found a resting spot.

 “Why are you so mad?” Jun raised her eyebrow while still keeping a smile on her face.

  “Who wouldn’t be mad if you treat my penthouse like a zoo and fake your death for 20 years!” Said Kazuya while pointing his finger at Jun.

  “I’m just sleeping…I’m not faking my death” Jun stated as she let all the 3 birds fly away .

  “For 20 Years!?” He said 

   “Well! I thought my prince would come and kiss me and I would wake up!” Jun walks towards the door, crossing her arms with a sulking demeanour.Kazuya can’t believe she just put ‘Sleeping Beauty’ reference in her words.

  “Urgh…Jun! Okay let’s go to the mall and buy some groceries!” Kazuya reached out Jun’s hand, expressing concern that Jun might avoid him throughout the day.Jun's expression changed when Kazuya expressed willingness to accompany her to the grocery store.

    It felt strange to Kazuya. He couldn't comprehend why Jun chose to stay with him when she could be with Jin, spending time with their son. Surprising him, she seemed to grasp his inner turmoil—his reluctance to meet Jin. Additionally, he observed Jun's absence from his house whenever he was at work, leading him to the realisation that she must have met Jin during those times.

    He’s still wavering about Jun’s intention , after every one his ‘friend’ became his ‘enemy’ . His heart was glass and everyone dropped it like it was nothing .  Now, he grapples with Jun's kindness, finding it strange and struggling to respond appropriately. The concept of someone showing sustained kindness is unfamiliar to him, as he hasn't experienced it for a significant period of his life.

 “I’m not going to leave you , that’s my vow to you Kazuya”

  “No! I don’t want to make the same mistake again..”

That’s what Jun said when he ask Jun to leave his side , Angels like her can’t fly down with him .But how mistaken is he? Secretly , she will . She will fall from grace just for him .

  They’re done with groceries , Because of the guilt that lay on Kazuya’s heart . He decided to carry all of the groceries .

  “....ice cream?” Jun turned around to face Kazuya, who was hugging the bag of groceries. 

   “Hell yeah…” He smirks while gazing at the ice cream truck, as if harbouring a playful intention to shoot the truck with a laser.

  No , he’s just kidding . He’s not going to do that .

The kitchen was filled with the warmth of afternoon sunlight, casting a golden hue on the mismatched aprons that Jun and Kazuya wore.

  “Do you have an apron that doesn't look like a vomiting rainbow!?”  Kazuya holds the hem of apron with frustration .

  “Come on! It’s not that bad! You look cute wearing that!” Jun hums while she put all of the ingredients on the table.Kazuya grunts in frustration as he was embarrassed by appreance.

   Jun hummed a cheerful tune as they sifted flour into a large mixing bowl, the rhythmic sound accompanied by the clatter of measuring cups.While Kazuya scowled at the recipe , muttering all of the complicated instructions.

  “Don’t take it too seriously , We’re just baking chocolate cake!” Jun grinned , Kazuya rolled his eyes .

  “I’d rather do the stupid paperwork instead of this”' Kazuya mumbles as he puts the recipe down on the table .

Jun reaches for the vanilla extract, the sweet aroma filling the air. 

  "This is the secret ingredient that makes everything better" She declared, holding it up like a triumph

 "If you say so. Just don't expect me to start baking every day" Kazuya smirked .

The mixing bowl was passed between them, each taking turns stirring the batter. Despite Kazuya's initial resistance, a sense of camaraderie began to blossom. Jun's infectious energy started to melt away Kazuya's gruff exterior, and soon they found themselves working in harmony.

  But does Kazuya know? Jun gave her everything to make Kazuya feel like a human again . This is only part of her plan to make Kazuya feel all human’s resentment as he lost it due to solitude.

  Meanwhile, a part of Kazuya wants to walk away from her. He hates the way he looks at her knowing that both of them are feeling different this time. However , a part of him wants her for the rest of his life , but he knows that it would not be easy . At least , for him . He cut all the ties but Jun’s never really leaving , She’s still here.

That really screwed him up , knowing that everyone in this world wanted him dead .

   As the cake batter went into the oven, Jun wiped a streak of flour off Kazuya's cheek, her smile unwavering. 

  "See, baking is therapeutic. Even for grumps like you." Jun chuckles , Kazuya just stood there silently .

  “This is the last time where you found me baking in the kitchen” He said , looking away with a feeling of annoyance.

  TING! 

Kazuya’s phone sends him a notification , with no hesitation he reaches his phone that is laid on the table .

  “Sorry Jun , I have an interview today . I need to leave you hanging , I don’t want to be coat with flour while the journalist is here” He said , Jun circling her eyes with amusement.

  “Say that again..!?” Jun put both of her hands on Kazuya’s broad shoulder .

  “Look! I’m sorry! I—”

Jun cut his words with a genuine hug , she rested her head on his chest . She can’t believe the word ‘sorry’ came from Kazuya’s mouth . She’s glad there’s a kindness inside him .

  “You’re still a weird woman , Jun…” Kazuya hesitated , he was unsure about returning the hug.As he wanted to touch Jun’s back , Jun freed herself from the hug .

  “You need to get ready! Don’t worry I will handle the rest” Jun untied Kazuya's apron and gently pushed him out of the kitchen.

  The rest of his life was black and white , until Jun Kazama’s here .

[kristailine]

On Jun Kazama's personality

I have an on and off recurring tekken / kazujun phase ever since I shipped them when I was 7 years old lol. Whenever this phase occurs, I have the sudden urge to read and re-read all the kazujun fanfics and consume some canon content crumbs.

Besides this, a part of me still finds it difficult to conceptualize Jun's personality that is independent from all her ties with the supernatural and her relationship with Kazuya and Jin. The lack of information on the source material itself really allows for people to interpret her in different ways, mostly by making sense out of implicative instances and subtleties that's written in canon. I noticed the differences in interpretations mostly on fanfics.

Like I have read a ton of kazujun fanfics (fanfiction dot net, ao3, heck even tumblr and some on that dead tekken dojo website that was shut down a few years ago. You name it all) and almost all of them have in some way a very unique characterization of Jun.

Some older works stick with the orthodox, depicting her as like the purest and most tranquil person to have ever graced the Earth who also possesses little to no flaws. She's also often written as innocent and naive but has a strong willpower. I believe this kind of personality of hers was brought about thanks to the Tekken Motion Picture anime wherein Jun is very persistent about freeing Kazuya from his hatred and all that.

Other works that were made in the mid 2000s until early 2010s give her a little more dimension by making her a bit more playful and adventurous. Just like what a 22 year old woman would be (now I can somehow relate to this because I finally reached that early 20s age too and all I wanna do is explore and have fun in life).

It's not such an out of character kind of characterization to Jun when she's always been depicted as someone who's pure and tranquil. In fact, I do find this an interesting layer on her personality. Like imagine living in a remote island in Japan, learning martial arts, then probably relocating to the capital to study college (??) and get a job and become a wildlife officer then to join a freaking fighting tournament and become attracted to a man who's literally got the devil inside of him. Like if that does not scream adventurous to you then better read all that again. Miss girlie lived many lives lol. So I believe Jun being adventurous is not at all that oc, and it also adds to her fearless persona as it can be seen that she can manage change and foreign situations well (which also makes more sense how she even managed to bear with Kazuya)

Moving onto the more contemporary projections of Jun's personality as what I have observed in the mid 2010s to present fanfics. There's a theme in making her much more mature, kind of like someone who is very attuned to the ways of life. But despite that, they also show more of her humane side and her flaws (kind of like the opposite of how she's written in older fic works).

Now, I think this huge shift in how she's interpreted is because of the Tekken 6 monologue wherein Kazuya talks briefly about Jun. Then we also have Jun in TTT2. Lastly, I think Tekken Bloodline also played a role in solidifying this mature Jun personality (but to be fair tho, Jun's already a mother who's been raising her 15 year old son as a single parent on that show. I guess it's just appropriate that she becomes mature).

Anyway, I'm on this talk because all the interpreted Jun personality varies a lot and kind of clashes with one another. I only ever just realized how much I know nothing about Jun when I tried writing kazujun fanfics and realized how Jun's internal monologue keeps on having tone changes as if she isn't one person. Kinda felt like my interpretation of her is influenced by all the aforementioned personalities that I have observed in fanfics, but they all kinda clash so I need to straighten this out and try to flesh her out more so I can continue writing my drafts.

However, I do find it interesting that although the fandom really isn't given that much information about Jun, it's still very entertaining to see how different people would write and play her out in fanfics.

Tekken 8 better deliver a backstory about Jun hopefully, and also some good storytelling as well. Supporters of the franchise are long overdue with quality storytelling that provides answers to the many mysteries that surround Tekken. Most especially Jun because of her disappearance.

[demonsfate]

Angry Depressed rant about Tekken fandom

It's now three more days until Tekken 8. One of the only things I want from this game is just to simply do damage control and retcon Tekken 6 already (just fucking say Azazel brainwashed Jin like how Ogre brainwashed Nina in T3 or Cammy was brainwashed by M.Bison) - I mean they can fucking retcon Jinpachi having the devil gene and Heihachi's motivations in Tekken 7 but not Jin starting a war??? Let's be real, Tekken 6's story mode and Harada's fucking favoritism for his precious creator's pet Heihachi Mishima ruined everything EVERYTHING. Harada and Murray keep basically villainzing and putting both Jin and Kazuya (aka the true tragic victims of the story) in a bad light to make Heihachi and Lars look good. Not even Masashi Kishimoto's favoritism for fucking Itachi Uchiha or Studio Pierrot's favoritism for Hinata Hyuga was this BAD. They fucked over Jin in Tekken 6 for the sake of Lars (that would be like if Dante from Devil May Cry was suddenly a genocidal war criminal for the sake of making Nero look good or if Mega Man X became a genocidal maverick for the sake of making Axl look badass - it's just cheap, lazy, and insulting). Kazuya is a victim of Harada's bullshit too, I mean in Tekken 7 they basically villainized a child abuse survivor who lost everything all because of his father while trying to make his abuser look sympathetic because Kazuya has the Devil Gene. Which makes seeing all the stupid Jin vs Kazuya debates bullshit on twitter and r/Tekken even more painful to look at because at the end of the day, the truth is that their characters got ruined for the sake of fucking Heihachi, Lars, and Reina.

Even worse, no one ever acknowledges this shit. NO ONE ever does. They just hate on Jin for ONE fucking game. They keep characterizing Jin like how he was in Tekken 6 - like that is how he always was since the beginning. Ignoring the existence of his personality and potrayal in Tekken 3-5. I remember having seen so many terrible Jin Kazama bashing fan fiction where Jin is potrayed as a ultra pure evil sociopathic r*pist monster who kills and r*pes both Hwoarang and Xiaoyu to make other characters like Kazuya and Lars look good. I have seen a god awful Naruto/Tekken crossover fanfic where Jin r*ped poor Sasuke Uchiha 50 times and pissed and pooped on Sasuke just to make Sasuke's lover Naruto and his brother Itachi look good and prove that Naruto and Itachi are the strongest anime characters of all time. Fortunately those god awful fan fictions are gone for good after the great fanfiction.net purge of 2012. But now there's still some fanfic on ao3 where Jin constantly gets r*ped by either Kazuya or Miguel as "punishment for his war crimes". Also don't even get me started on all the repetitive discourse about "Jin Kazama bad/evil because Tekken 6 so he should fucking die" on r/Tekken and the Youtube comments section that is still ongoing to this day. At this rate, if things don't get better I might actually take a break from Tekken and migrate straight back to the Berserk fandom and the Naruto fandom. Damn it...sorry if got too emotional there, I just wanted to let my thoughts out of here and I want things to go back to the way they used to be for us Jin Kazama fans.

I'm at the point where I seriously believe they're not gonna retcon Jin's actions in Tek8 and they seriously are just going with the "I'm sowwy I'm good now tho fr fr :3 :3" bit. Which... YEAH, while I'm still glad that Jin is returning to his old characterization, I do find it extremely difficult to fully enjoy it when they're still treating Tekken 6 as completely canon. Just because if it's not gonna be retconned, there's just no real explanation why Jin would suddenly turn into the cruelest motherfucker in Tek6, only for him to... revert back to his caring self in Tekken 8???? Like it's so inconsistent, and VERY bad inconsistent. Especially when all the characters (HIS VICTIMS!!! SUCH AS LARS AND ALISA!!) are being so supportive of him. Which some ppl would try to say "oh, well it's either be nice to the war criminal or get killed by Kazuya!" And it's like... ok. True. But there is a difference between being nice to somebody you need, versus telling them how proud you are of them, being straight up buddies, y'know? Lars and Jin literally have a reference to Ken and Ryu lmao.

And I will just NEVER understand why they don't retcon 6. It's so bizarre. No, I don't think everything should just be retconned but like. If you're gonna retcon things that weren't even problems to begin with (as you said, Jinpachi having the devil gene) then why can't they retcon something that most people DID have a problem with? Something that REALLY IS an inconsistency with the plot? Brainwashing is an easy excuse because it happens so often in fighting games. If Azazel can telepathically speak to Jin, then who's to say he couldn't do anything else to Jin's head? They can also use that as to why Jin was wildly inconsistent in 6 itself. (Going from insulting Alisa while she died, to claiming he's doing everything for the better good. You can say he wasn't in his right mind because he was literally brainwashed, but trying to break free from it - which he successfully did right before defeating Azazel.) I've said this several times now, but even if it was retconned that Jin was brainwashed - you can still have the whole "guilt" plot with him. Because yeah... even if somebody wasn't in control of their actions, they might still feel guilty if somebody used their body to carry out atrocities. Or like I often state in my depiction, Jin also feels guilty for his weakness, for not being able to fight off Devil and keep control.

It DRIVES me wild too. Like people talk about how Kazuya is being villainized just to prop Heihachi up, but for some reason not as many people bring up how Jin is also a victim of this. Both Kazuya and Jin, who were literally abused by Heihachi as innocent minors, are being depicted as The Worst People. Yeah, Kazuya's a pretty scummy guy despite what he went through... but to act like he's worse than Heihachi by retconning Heihachi to look better all while making both Jin and Kazuya worse is just wild. What made me really, REALLY mad is when Harada noticed that fans were still INSISTING that Jin's a hero, and he had to actually say "UHM ACTUALLY JIN STARTED WARS JIN STILL MORALLY GRAY CUZ OF THAT" but then he had THE GALL to say that Heihachi just "looks like an evil character"

OKAY, so JIN IS EVIL, OR AT LEAST, QUESTIONABLE BUT HEIHACHI IS NOT EVIL. Because... he's honest with himself???? He sure as fuck wasn't honest with nobody else! HE LIED TO HIS GRANDSON FOR 4 YEARS AND THEN KILLED HIM ONCE HIS GRANDSON WAS OF NO USE TO HIM. This really just shows how Harada views the characters based on his favoritism. (Even if he claims that Jin is his second favorite. Sure.)

Even though I like Lars, I'm gonna be honest - like most things in Tek6, I don't really fully understand the point of his character (in that game). Jin was already supposed to be the "good Mishima" - that was the whole point. So... why make Jin actually Bad, only to introduce... another Mishima that's the "good Mishima"????? Why not... just keep Jin the way he is lol. My brother said the point was that Lars was supposed to go evil, too, because Heihachi said some stupid shit about Mishimas all betraying each other and being bad to him in 6. But I'm really not sure if that was their intention or not. Like if they were really gonna go with the "All Mishima Bad" story, then why not have the main character be somebody totally unrelated? And idc what anyone tries to say bc Harada lied about it, Jin was never intended to be a bad guy, he was just a tragic hero - that's it.

And REINA... my god, Reina. Like yeah, she looks cool - I understand the hype. My biggest problem with her (originally) was her connection with Heihachi. I didn't care for another Surprise! Mishima family member. But My God, it really does feel at times that... Jin and Kazuya are being overshadowed because of the Reina hype. It actually had some fans asking if she's gonna be the true main character. Which I find it very disappointing that the long awaited Jin vs Kazuya fight, as well as Jun's first appearance in a main game after 27 years is being overshadowed by a new Heihachi kid OC ffs. I mean, when the game was first announced - they were hyping up Jun. But then after Reina was discovered... it just seemed like Reina Reina Reina lol.

FANS DRIVE ME WILD TOO OMGGG. Like fans will ALWAYS refer to Jin as a Forever The Worst Character Ever because of Tekken 6. Which is really bizarre, because they can acknowledge when they believe Kazuya is being written worse just to make Characters Look Better, yet... they can't acknowledge that Jin suffered from Character Assassination in Tekken 6 and how it was literally the only game where he behaved like that. Yes, in 7 - his depiction wasn't great, either. But it was still an improvement from 6. And in 3, 4, 5, and 8 - Jin's character is still mostly consistent. He's a quiet man who wants to help save the world despite the circumstances he's placed. He's a caring person. Yet BECAUSE OF 6... now he's forever seen as a horrible edgelord who's a hypocrite. 🙄 Honestly, I think a retcon is the only way to salvage fans' perception of Jin, and even then... I still think 6 will forever be a stain on Jin's character. Which I'll never forgive it for that.

As for fanfiction... there's a reason why i don't really read fanfics and I'm glad I don't lol. Yes, I know there are good ones... but there are just sooo many bad ones and I just don't really care to read 'em to see if I'd like 'em or not. But when going through live journal for Classic Fandom Posts just to see people's thoughts on Jin back in the day, I did find this post...

and it did make me think there must be a lot of those fics floating around at the time. You've only confirmed that, unfortunately.

I wish things would go back to the way it was, too. (Even if I can't remember what that was like LOL) Because God, I'd LOVE to be able to love this character and go through his tags without seeing a barrage of hate and why the character should die. I'd LOVE to be able to even BRING UP how much I love the character in public spaces without people saying "BUT HE STARTED A WORLD WAR!!111!1 HE'S HORRIBLE AND DESERVES NO GOOD THINGS!11!!" It just gets so exhausting and I understand why it'll upset you. Obvs, it upsets me a lot too, hence why I often go on my own rants. But I think the best thing for you to do is... rather than just completely staying away from the fandom, it's probs best to create your own little space. Like me for example, I've basically stopped interacting with those on Reddit and even on the majority of Tumblr. But since this is a Jin focused blog only, luckily other like-minded Jin fans find my blog, and we can all enjoy the character and understand what he is and isn't without others trying to hate on him. While I don't have fun on other websites, I can at least have fun with the character here and that makes me super happy.

[razerathane]

20 questions for fic writers

Oh shit tagged by the holy @orangeflavoryawp <3

1. How many works do you have on Ao3/fanfiction.net? All of my AO3 stuff is crossposted from FFN, so based on FFN: 121 total posted

2. What's your total Ao3/fanfiction.net word count? On AO3: 83,212 Actual Total From FFN: 1,159,440

3. What fandoms do you write for? I've dabbled in a lot. But the ones that I've written MORE than 5 fics for are: Tekken, Soul Calibur, Final Fantasy VII, Kingdom Hearts. The most recent fandom I wrote for is Mass Effect.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? For AO3 (who has kudos):

Anchor (Mass Effect)

Molten (Mass Effect)

Breath (Mass Effect)

Postcards From Palaven (Mass Effect)

Exodus (Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

For FFN, instead by review count total (as there's no kudos and all my works are here):

With Me (Tekken)

Take Me Back (Tekken)

Just Like Me (Tekken)

Better Than Me (Tekken)

No Tomorrow (Tekken)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, I always try to engage with those that chose to engage with my fics.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? uhhh prrrobably Anchor (Mass Effect), but like, so much of my writing is angst LOL.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending uh I'm not really a big happy ending writer, so probably All That Matters (Tekken).

8. Do you get hate on fics? Excluding the stalking hater of 11-12 years, no, not really.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes I do / have, no y'all will never see it, no y'all will never know what kind. Nice try, QUIZ.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I don't write crossovers, not my thing tbh.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yep, around early 2012.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, there was a Russian fan who asked to translate some of my HwoaJulia fics to Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, once, with Danko Kaji.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? Honestly I don't really have a favourite non-OC ship anymore.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? tbh? Probably No Tomorrow. There's 5 chapters left, I haven't touched it in about 10 years, but also the fandom is dead, and what is energy.

16. What are your writing strengths? I don't know tbh. Others years ago said fight scenes. I think dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I don't really know. I think pacing, I feel like I get too stuck in a scene.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I mean if its just for fanfic which is where a lotta people are learning about writing etc? Sure. In a real published thing? Handle with much much more care.

19. First fandom you wrote for? And published? Tekken. For myself? Soul Calibur and Star Fox.

20. Favorite fic you've written? This was really hard. I couldn't chose an individual favourite but my favourite five were:

Libra (Final Fantasy 7)

Anchor (Mass Effect)

Firestorm (Legend of Korra)

Ashes (Soul Calibur)

Oubliette (Dragon Age)

Tagging those that might be interested (no pressure): @steves-strapcollection @suncesus @dankokaji @briewoodfiction @vinjaryou @lemony-snickers @inchofsalt @bluedangernoodle

[iris-of-bliss]

ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤

1. I will ONLY accept x Reader fanfics. If there is a certain type of x Reader you want me to do such as x F!Reader, x M!Reader, or x GN!Reader, please add one of these options listed to the inbox.

2. If there is a request I am unable to do or feel uncomfortable working on, then I will simply not work on your request at all. Please understand that.

3. Send only one request at a time.

4. Let me know if the request is SFW or NSFW.

5. I will only write for male characters.

6. I will only do one-shot requests.

7. Please be patient. I myself have a life outside of the internet as well as you do. If you end up pushing or bothering me to hurry up with a request, I will refuse to finish it and ban you.

I may write for:

- Tekken

- Mortal Kombat

- Honkai: Star Rail

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My official gif banner for my fanfic on Fanfiction.Net and Wattpad💙😉

[nyxcaelum]

My Fanfics Masterpost

These will be sorted by length, and each by fandom underneath. They are all on AO3, I moved all my works to their archive.

I keep this list up to date as good as I can. In this case, all fics unless stated otherwise are written romantically, just to make it easier I use & instead of / for the Ships.

Works in Collections will not be listed each one by one, but instead can be found under the "Collection" tab.

Yuukoku no Moriarty/Moriarty the Patriot

Rated 18+: All are Sherliam unless noted otherwise

Three Minutes in Heaven

The color of Depression - Albert & Mycroft

Sinful Indulgence

Desire, Flavor, Bliss

On Fire

General Audiences, Teen and Up:

Memories lost at Sea

Watching Fireworks together

Dancing in the Moonlight with you

Between Strawberry cake and coffee

Trigun

And we took the leap (explicit), Vash x Wolfwood

Love your next like you love your coffee, with or without milk and sugar. (CW: Incest) Plantwood /Vash x Wolfwood x Nai

Bungo Stray Dogs

Soukoku:

Kissing Strangers

Addictive Whispering

Oda & Ango:

A Promise of a lifetime

Sunshine & Pancakes

I´ve always liked you, you know

Hypnosis Mic

A heartfelt talk at dusk - Hitoya & Jakurai

Sugary sweet Sleepover time - Fling Posse Fluff

Drunken Confessions - Doppo & Hifumi

Persona

Signs of Love - Protag/Akira & Akechi

Arknights

Cold, cold, twisted hearts and an unusual proposition - Doctor & SilverAsh & Gnosis

Sk8 the Infinity

Usagi to Yuki - Reki & Langa

Prickly like Soda, Sweet like Juice - Reki & Langa - unfinished, probably will never finish it

Shall we Date? Obey me!

Maybe you´re the reason I can´t sleep - MC & Belphie Sleepy Fluff

Idolish 7

A Confession - Tsumugi & Gaku

Vanitas no Carte

Tarte Tatin, for my beloved - Vanitas & Noe

Fate Series

Under the Christmas Tree in NY - Saber & Gilgamesh (was a work for secret santa)

Be naughty and you pay the price- Gil & Gudako R18

Dango, Dango - Miyamoto Iori & Yamato Takeru

In rememberance of a good time gone by - Bazett & Krei R18 + Warnings apply!

Deeds, not words - Ritsuka & Murasaki Shikibou

Oh so bitter sweet, is young love - Gray & Waver Velvet

FMA

And do they? - Roy & Riza

Fairy Tail

A drop of Sake - Jellal & Erza

Tears of Themis

Curry together tastes better than having it alone - Rosa & Vyn

Honkai Star Rail

Always make sure to pay your bottoms well - Sampo & Stelle R18

Desire and blood, between spider lilies of another world - Luocha & Blade R18 - Collab Event Fic

Ohh to be the ducky in his tub... - Ratio & Stelle R18

Sleeping Together - NuCarnival Fluff One Shots (All guys)

Tunas DOA & Hunting Dogs Crack One Shot collection

Tunas Genshin Reader Fics (Eng, Ger, and 18+ available separately inside)

Tunas Writing Requests (EN, mostly Prompts Fulfillfing for Fate Series Kink Prompts. Some 18+)

Yuukoku no Moriarty/Moriarty the Patriot

Oh woe me, my sick heart - Will & Sherlock

In solving Crimes, we find Love - Will & Sherlock

Tales of

The sun and the moon and the stars Mikleo & Sorey mainly

These are all basically German works.

Nur jeweils eine Fic:

When the Devil meets the Fox - BSD Soukoku

Empty Dreams - LoL SettPhel

-> LoL Novel lange Fanfic Collection

Cantarella - Arknights Doctor & SilverAsh

Blindfold of Love - Riza & Roy

Mein Servant und Ich - Fate Grand Order Misc. Geschichten

Rabenschwarz - Tekken Jin & Reader

The little Sweets - My Hero Academia - Ochako & Bakugo

In the name of Love! - Soul Eater - Blackstar & Tsubaki

At the end of a long escape - Resident Evil - Sherry & Jake

Grandiose Stadt - TEWY - OC & Joshua - freundschaftliches Ship

Der der die Sonne stahl - Noragami - Iki & Yato

Winterwunder und blaue Jeans - Miraculous Ladybug - Adrien & Marinette

Persona

Schwarzer Kaffee - Protag/Akira & Makoto

About the Pleasant Boy - Nur Goro Akechi

Tales of

Abends in der Taverne - Zaveid & Eizen

Memories of Brother - Eizen & Edna Drama

The tale of the time traveling Girl - OC/Autor Insert & Zaveid

Final Fantasy

Final Fantasy x Reader Short Stories - Collab mit Schwester , mit den 15. Protagonisten

Nacht des Kristalls - Generelles Abenteuer mit Luna, Noctis, Ignis in AU

[wishthefish]

Tagged by @mostlikelytofangirl

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

I have merely 6 fics and yet had to check on AO3. I am planning on uploading my art onto there soon whenever I figure out how to do that however.

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

17,603 which is... quite surprising considering I created 100k WIP in less time than it took to create all my posted fics combined.

3) What fandoms do you write for?

MDZS/The Untamed! Though I am considering creating a Tekken fanfic.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Nothing left to save - LXC time travels and nothing is better. Instead, Meng Yao becomes a war hero with no will to win another battle.

The soft glimmer of gold across the ocean waves - Meng Yao saves Lan Xichen from the Wens

A flower that has bloomed with rot - Meng Yao and Lan Xichen enjoy their heat/rut together in Yunping whilst hiding from the Wens

Undressing till there's only pretty - Lan Xichen delivers a lesson in swordsmanship to Meng Yao

Please don't imagine my Deputy naked - everyone has a crush on Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue wishes they'd stop drawing him in pornographic ways. (This is ongoing!!)

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

As I enjoy receiving comments greatly, I respond to them in the hopes of encouraging conversation. I personally enjoy receiving replies to comments of my own creation and so do the same for everyone else in the hopes that they enjoy receiving replies.

6) What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Nothing left to save due to how awful the ending is. Xiyao may have one another but have unwillingly absconded from their dreams to remain together.

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Happy ending? What's that? I have a thing for angst and so I'll submit the soft glimmer of gold across the ocean waves as my answer for its ending has the least amount of angst compared to my other fics.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Nope! Guess I'm just that cool 😎

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I was about to state my inability to write smut but then I remembered how lewd the scenes of my WIP are and the singular smuttish chapter I posted. Both of which were omegaverse, so clearly I have a thing for gender fuckery.

10) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do not write crossovers! In theory, they're really fun but I think the world building necessary is too troublesome.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thankfully not. Is that a thing that actually happens?

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! If I could write in my mother tongue then I totally would translate my own fics.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't ever wholly written a fic with somebody else BUT I often receive assistance from @thebansacredbanned whenever I'm struggling and we discuss different ways of dead doving Meng yao - out of love, of course!

14) What's your all-time favorite ship?

Probably Cure Macaron/Cure Chocolate from Kira Kira Precure A La Mode. I just absolutely adore magical girls!

15) What's a wip that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have some Xiyao Vore in my works but I haven't touched it in around a year for I prioritized another WIP. I might get back to it in around a year or so for that's assumingly how long it'll take to complete the fics I want to. Then again, I will probably want to return to writing crackfic once I've finished with writing dead dove.

16) What are your writing strenghts?

I think I'm good at depicting emotions? Or so I've been told, but I don't believe myself to have any particular strength outside my writing style.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing is a lengthy process - especially as I redraft my works around five times before I deem it of an acceptable quality to post.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don't speak any other languages so this would be a total no go.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Back in my dark dark days of being a baby within fandom, I wrote some BTS fanfic however I find writing about real people to be of no interest to me now.

Tagging @thebansacredbanned @thepurplewombat @r95irth @evilhasnever

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Pairing/Shippy list!

REPOST, DON'T REBLOG

Here's the rules:

1. List your top seven ships 2. Put all of them in order of your love for them; 7 to 1, 1 being your favorite. 3. Name their fandom. 4. Supply photos for said people.

7) Shadow the Hedgehog / Tikal the Echidna - Sonic the Hedgehog

They never met in canon, so no shot of them sharing a scene together lol

Very nostalgic ship for me. This was practically my entrypoint into the world of shipping as a whole TBH. My first contact with it came through the 2006's era of AMVs, and ship tribute videos. I may no longer be into STH, but I still hold this ship very dearly to me.

6) Solid Snake / Samus Aran - Smash Bros.

It's another trip through memory lane. Similarly to Shadikal, I also got introduced to Snakus via those old AMVs. Although, I was a bit older by the time I learned about this ship, than I was with the latter. By the time I had taken my very first step into Deviantart, and I remember spending HOURS scouring the website, for anything and everything related to them. Good times lol

5) Alucard / Richter Belmont - Castlevania

If those ships were my entrypoints into shipping in general. This one was my entrypoint into yaoi/mlm/BL ships. This ship isn't ranked higher because, I have a funky story with it. From my enjoyment of it being quite flaky, from going on and off constantly. At the time I learned about it, it coincided with the peak of the whole Seme/Uke tropes, which practically killed the characters to me. It was bc of that type of character portrayal, that drove me off from reading fanfics altogether.

4) Dawn/Barry - Pokemon

Whenever I say that Shadikal was my introduction into the world of shipping, what I really mean is that... I'm unsure who really takes the cake on that. As seeing how back then I was into both Pokemon AND STH, so I came across ship videos to both Shadikal and Twinleafship at around the same exact time. Anyway, gen 4 as a whole is very nostalgic to me, so ofc these two are also very special to me.

3) Priest Mahad/Priest Seto - Yugioh

It's way too funny how much I fell in love with this ship, at the very end of my interest in YGO. I just think they have a good chemistry....... I promise it is there, somewhere. I'm dead sure, I clinged onto YGO for only a little longer, because of those two. And here we have a proof of my love for small and mostly unknown ships, in most fandoms I land myself in.

2) Plo Koon/Commander Wolffe - Star Wars

Sorry Fandom, I didn't catch the memos on the babyfication of Wolffe and the rest of the 104th clone legion, neither was I interested in seeing people's daddy issues that they are projecting onto Plo Koon. I was really disappointed to see how little romantic content there was of these two, bc ppl decided to do that with them, for some reason lol. I'm in the trenches with these two. Also, these two were the reason I got back into reading fanfics LMAO.

1) Taurus Aldebaran/Aries Mu - Saint Seiya

🎉These two are currently holding my braincells hostage🎉

Head empty there is now only Aldemu. I'm going to indulge myself in over 20 years of fan-made content, about these two, see you all around. I think what really hit the nail in my brain about these two was learning how, even one of the former directors for some of the episodes within the Hades arc, also enjoys these two and has posted some of his drawings of them. To me, that's almost as good as making them canon (and let me clear, regardless of whether or not they're canon, it wouldn't affect my enjoyment of these two).

I'm just happy the Brazilian guy is tied to a popular ship, and is gaining love via it.

Honorable mentions:

Pisces Aphrodite/Cancer Deathmask - Saint Seiya

Commander Cody/Captain Rex - Star wars

Morty/Eusine - Pokemon

Alucard/Maria Renard - Castlevania

Bob Richards/Julia Chang - Tekken

Yugi/Seto Kaiba - YGO

Feel free to steal it!