#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.

[movieanimex]

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. 

[deadlypincers]

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.

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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 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

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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!

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[angel-of-death-2015]

I finally finished this long ass fanfic lol.  I just hate that Tumblr won’t keep the italicized words despite just copying and pasting the entire thing.  Anyway, this one’s for @luciferokisses!  I hope you like my RojoRave fanfic!  Just know that it’s black as hell and that Master Raven and Miguel may be a little OOC in this fanfic.  But I hope everyone else enjoys it!

Meeting the Folks

A sigh left her. She just...couldn't keep her nerves settled. Today is going to be hectic in so many ways possible. But at the same time, she really anticipated this day for weeks. Her dark brown eyes stared at the open door. Different kinds of people were going through the door. Men, women, children, those in between. The woman felt disappointment sitting on her shoulders. What if…? What if they weren't here?

Just before she could sink deeper into her doubts, the woman's eyes immediately lit up from seeing the very person she's been waiting for. A tall man with dark curly hair exited from the opened door. He was wearing a white long sleeve shirt with comfortable black pants and shoes. He was carrying a red satchel in one hand and his fashionable winter coat in the other. His eyes sparkled from seeing a dark-skinned woman several feet in front of him. It took all of his strength to not run to her.

"Raven!" The man exclaimed, not caring about the pairs of eyes staring at him. He quickly walked to the woman and placed his belongings on the floor. He hugged her with some of his strength.

Raven giggled. "Miguel! It's very nice to see you too!" She hugged her boyfriend back with equal strength. The ninja allowed herself to get a little lost in Miguel's warmth and cologne. It's been too long since they've last held each other.

Master Raven releases Miguel after a few more seconds and fixes her coat. "Come on! We need to get your suitcase and get moving." She rolled her eyes a bit. "Traffic's going to be a pain in the ass to deal with."

Miguel nodded and picked up his belongings. He followed behind Master Raven through the sea of passengers in the airport. Miguel looked all around. The airport was huge and everyone was hustling and bustling to get to their next destination. Though the Spaniard felt a bit out of place. Especially since he was in a foreign country again. There were just so many different faces in one place! Just when he felt himself getting overwhelmed, Miguel felt soft yet calloused fingers lock with his. He couldn't help but smile. His heart warmed when Raven gave him a gentle squeeze.

"So? How was the flight?" Asked the ninja as she pulled her boyfriend to an escalator. They descended to the floor below, walking past and around stragglers looking for loved ones and luggage.

"I guess it was good. I'm still not completely used to flying everywhere in different time zones." The Spaniard said as he recalled the previous times of the countries he's visited. "Especially if it's over last minute bookings."

"That I can understand despite our differing circumstances. Not everyone is fit to adjust in different time zones. Whether it's for the military," Master Raven looked back at Miguel and smiled, "or in your case, modeling."

The couple walked towards a very large conveyor belt presenting suitcases in various sizes. Miguel looked around for a moment and spotted his large suitcase. It was dark blue with two stickers that had the logo of his local football team back home. He grabbed it and allowed Raven to guide him out of the bustling place.

"I suppose you're right." Miguel said, continuing the conversation. "But it's also hard to adjust because of the people around me too."

Raven perked an eyebrow. "Oh? And you couldn't just ignore them?"

"It's kind of hard to when you're trapped in between two fans that want to do nothing but take pictures with you and snore loudly for most of the flight."

Raven couldn't help but feel a bit bad for her boyfriend. With fame as a new model, comes with a price of privacy being invaded. But luckily, Miguel already knew how to keep his boundaries from getting crossed. But even if he was able to reject the offers from his fans, Miguel wasn't able to get any rest during that very long flight. He's probably so excited to have a nap sometime soon.

"But if anything," Miguel smiled softly, "it's worth it. I'm here with you aren't I?"

The ninja couldn't help but feel her cheeks heat up. Miguel was just too damn sweet at times. Raven quickly dragged him away from the baggage claim towards a train. They got inside and took a seat. Both of them realized the sudden change in atmosphere when the train moved. The couple felt pairs of eyes staring at them. Miguel wasn't able to hear the faint whispers of disbelief and excitement from others when they saw him board, but Master Raven could. And it was a little annoying. But she wasn't too bothered by their disbelief. She could understand their fascination about Miguel. He was very handsome and charming. After all, that's what got her to go out with him in the first place. Miguel worked his way into her heart and Raven couldn't be any happier about it. Even if it took some time considering how different their lives and time differences are.

The announcement on the intercom jolted the ninja from her thoughts. She tugged Miguel's hand to signify that they were at their destination. Once the train stopped, Master Raven and Miguel got off and headed towards the exit. They went to a parking lot filled with rental cars. The ninja pulled out her keys and unlocked the doors.

"This looks like a fancy car!" Miguel commented as he loaded his large suitcase and satchel into the trunk.

"That's because it is. I'm glad you like it!" Raven snickered as she got in the driver's seat. She started up the silver vehicle once Miguel got comfortable. "Let's just hope traffic won't be too bad."

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To her surprise, traffic didn't seem to slow the ninja down. In fact, she and her boyfriend were able to get to her apartment way earlier than she expected. Master Raven fished for her keys in her pocket. She unlocked the door with a simple click before allowing Miguel to step inside.

The Spaniard couldn't take his eyes off of the decor. Simple, lavish, and sleek with the colors consisting of red, white, silver, and black. His girlfriend's taste in decor definitely reflects her in every aspect.

"I'll take that." Raven declared as she took Miguel's winter coat. She placed it on a rack along with her own coat. She took off her shoes and neatly placed them by the door. "I didn't think we'd be this early on schedule! Traffic during this season is always terrible!"

The ninja looked at the clock. It was barely eleven-thirty. "Well, we still have an entire afternoon before the main event. Are you hungry? Need anything?"

"Yes." Miguel answered huskily. He came behind Raven and wrapped his arms around her middle. He couldn't help but sigh from inhaling her vanilla sugar perfume. "I need you."

The ninja felt butterflies dancing in her stomach. Her heart pounded thousands of miles a minute. She leaned back into Miguel's toned chest and breathed deeply. This was why she wanted to hurry up and get home so quickly.

Master Raven turned herself around and let her hands roam up Miguel's stomach and chest. Her hands gingerly stopped at his neck. She sweetly glides her fingers upwards on his skin, basking in the warmth she missed. She caressed the Spaniard's face with her thumbs, satisfied with the reaction of his eyes fluttering shut at her touch. Raven gently pulled Miguel's face to hers. She touched her large nose with her lover's, gently rubbing them together. A laugh suddenly escaped the ninja when she felt herself being lifted into the air.

Miguel spun Raven around twice, laughing along with her. He sets her down on her feet and hugged her with all his strength. He buried his face in her shoulder. His heart raced when he felt Raven hugging him just as hard.

She sighed wistfully. "I really missed you…"

Hearing those words softly coming from the ninja brought tears to Miguel's eyes. "I missed you too moon sugar…"

Master Raven smiled at that little nickname. At first it sounded weird, but the more Miguel said it, the more she loved it. She released the Spaniard and let her hands wander up his back. Raven softly massaged Miguel's scalp with one hand while twirling a few strands with the other. She smiled hearing his moans of pleasure. The ninja tipped her head up and sweetly kissed Miguel's forehead. She kissed his cheeks. She kissed his nose. Her dark brown eyes gazed into Miguel's. Raven could never get tired of how Miguel's eyes sparkled in the light. They held love, longing, excitement, and a hint of exhaustion.

Miguel's eyes fluttered to a close. He leaned his face closer to Raven's. This time, it was his turn to give her some kisses. He kissed her forehead. He kissed her cheeks. He kissed her large nose twice just to hear her giggle. Miguel slowly leaned in closer and closer. He tilted his head slightly. He could feel Raven's lips so close to his. Just...one...more...inch…

Ring! Ring! Ring! The couple stopped in their tracks. Master Raven couldn't help but grunt in annoyance. Whoever is calling her on her cell phone better have a damn good reason for interrupting her reunion with Miguel. Master Raven snatched her phone from her coat pocket and sighed. She calmed herself down once she saw the caller I.D.

"Hello?"

"Hey! How you?"

"I'm fine. How are you mama?" Master Raven playfully rolled her eyes when she heard Miguel giggling behind her.

"I'm okay! Did your friend get in okay?"

"Yes. He got in just fine. I'm trying to get him settled in." Raven swallowed her gasp when she felt strong arms wrap around her middle. It was difficult not to melt immediately from Miguel cuddling the free side of her body.

"Ooohhh! I can't wait to meet your lil' friend! Remember, dinner starts at four!"

Raven felt her cheeks heat up a bit from the comment her mother made. "I know. I haven't forgotten."

"Alright! Oh! Make sure you bring some wine when you get here! Ooohhh I can't wait to meet your friend! I'll see you later chica!"

"Bye mama!" The ninja hung up the phone and sighed. She giggled from Miguel kissing her jaw. She tilted her head higher to give him more access to her neck.

"She sounds very nice." Miguel chuckled as he continued giving soft kisses on Raven's cheek. He chuckled again, gently squeezing the ninja and making her squeak.

"Believe me, she's a lot nicer than you think." Master Raven turned her head, giving Miguel her undivided attention. Seeing his soft smile had her weak in the knees. His strong arms around her made her feel loved. Raven slowly guided her fingers down Miguel's face and caressed his lips. "You'll be seeing her later. But right now, I want to...get back to…" Raven barely whispered the last few words before Miguel interrupted her with his lips.

Fireworks flared down their spines. It's been too long since they've felt each other's lips. The pair separated after a couple of seconds then reconnected. Master Raven moaned, loving Miguel's fingers gliding smoothly across her stomach. And he wasn't even touching her skin yet! The ninja was slightly disappointed when Miguel pulled away. But the disappointment faded when Miguel lead her to the couch. As soon the Spaniard lied down and pulled Raven with him, his lips went right back onto hers.

His nerves were going haywire. Miguel thought he'd explode from happiness. Too many nights did he have fantasizing about being with this woman while she was away. And despite being in the same country with each other at times, they weren't able to see each other. Raven would be too busy fulfilling her mission given to her by the C.I.A. while Miguel would be busy with photoshoots. Frustration would consume him because he couldn't just go to the side of the country where Raven was. He couldn't touch her. Hold her. Kiss her. Make love to her. And it would be like that for months. But that separation of being so close, yet so far pays off in the long run.

Raven pulled away to catch her breath. All she could do was stare deeply into Miguel's eyes. Oh, those pretty eyes just sparkled with love and warmth only for her! A surge of love made the ninja lean forward and give her boyfriend a deep, soft kiss. It took everything in Raven to not do it again. She sat up and stretched. She giggled from Miguel tugging her arm to lay back down with him.

"I'm not done reuniting with you yet!" Miguel whined while smirking.

Raven pushed him back with one hand. "You have two and a half months to get 'reunited' with me! Besides," She turned on the television, "you need some rest. I know how exhausted you are from your flight." She adjusted a pillow before getting up from the couch. "You need as much sleep as you can before you meet my parents tonight. And you can already tell how much of a handful my mother is."

Miguel smiled. He sighed in content as Raven combed her elegant fingers through his hair. He grabbed her wrist and sweetly kissed each finger. "I'll rest if you stay here with me."

Raven playfully rolled her eyes. "Go to sleep already. I'll put your stuff in my room and I'll be back okay?"

The man smirked and released his girlfriend. He turned his attention to the television, not really paying any interest to the American show. He heard Raven's footsteps disappear down the hall of her apartment along with his luggage. Alone with the sound of the television, Miguel thought back to how Raven first came to his flat. He remembered that night vividly. He remembered how it took some time for her to get truly comfortable in his flat. How the tables have turned!

"By the way, do you still need anything?" Raven asked as she came back to the living room. "Aside from me that is."

Miguel smirked at the last comment. "No. I'm fine. I'm just waiting on a pretty lady to come and nap with me."

Dark brown eyes rolled in amusement. Raven sauntered over to the couch and sets the alarm for later on in the afternoon. She doesn't really need it given how she was trained to be up at a certain time, but it'd be beneficial for Miguel considering the time differences and jet lag that'll affect him soon. She sets the phone on the coffee table and is lead back down on top of Miguel. She snags a blanket resting on top of the couch and drapes it over her and her boyfriend. The ninja sweetly snuggles Miguel, smiling in content.

The Spaniard glided his hands up and down Raven's back. He breathed deeply and kissed his girlfriend's crown of locs. Oh, how much he missed this kind of intimacy! Miguel was so enraptured in his euphoria, he didn't realize how fast he fell asleep.

Raven smiled at Miguel's soft snores. Hearing that sound made her feel at home. But despite this sweet reunion, she can't help but feel nervous about it. Hell, her nerves have been rattling ever since Miguel made the suggestion to meet her family months ago. Sure, the ninja wanted to bring home her boyfriend at some point in her life. But this would be the first time that Master Raven, a well-seasoned, high-ranking ninja of the CIA, is bringing home a lover to meet her parents. And it wasn't just an ordinary person. The person she's bringing home is a brawler, a man whose life went to shambles due to the Mishima wars that turned to a new life of being a well-known model that lives on the other side of the world.

The woman sighed internally. Maybe she's just overthinking it. After all, her parents are rather open and loving people. But they aren't pushovers either. Especially her dad. Raven took a few breaths. She grabbed the remote and muted the television. Perhaps a little nap can help ease her worries about introducing her boyfriend to her family.

Silence cradled the lovers in its gentle arms. Unfortunately, the loud ringing of an alarm disturbed Miguel from his restful nap with his lover. He stretched his arms to the ceiling after Raven got off of him. He scratched his head and yawned.

"That nap went by too quickly." Miguel said while rubbing his eye.

Master Raven chuckled. She fixed her hair and clothes. "It did! Do you feel a little more rested?"

Miguel nodded. Truth be told, it's the best nap he's gotten for a little while. He got off the couch and walked to Raven's bedroom. He opened his suitcase and took out a fresh change of clothes.

"You don't mind if I take a quick shower do you?" Miguel asked loudly.

"Define 'quick'." Raven snarkily yelled back.

The Spaniard laughed heartily, walking into the bathroom. He quickly turned on the water and stripped. As soon as the hot water hits his skin, Miguel sighed in tranquility. Being on that very long flight and sandwiched between two people would make anyone want to take a hot shower.

While her boyfriend was in the shower, Raven went over her plan she made earlier. All she had to do was go to the store, get some wine for everyone to enjoy, go to her parents' house, and introduce Miguel. It should be simple, right? After all, it's just her parents! The ninja's thoughts were interrupted when Miguel appeared from the bathroom. He was dressed in a black turtleneck with jeans and comfy black shoes. His gold necklaces accented the look. And Master Raven suddenly felt thirsty.

"Are you ready?" She asked, putting on her winter coat.

"Yes. Oh! Wait!" The man raced back to the bedroom and grabbed his satchel. He quickly put on his coat as well. "Now I'm ready."

Raven arched an eyebrow. "Any particular reason why you're bringing that?"

Miguel grinned, standing close to the ninja. He turned the lock and opened the door. "You'll find out when we get there."

Master Raven smiled back at the Spaniard. She'll follow along with his plan for the moment. She walked out of her apartment with Miguel right behind her. With the door locked, the couple rides down the elevator.

While descending, the elevator makes several stops on different floors. The space in the shaft soon got crowded with other residents of the building. And because of the amount of bodies taking up space, Master Raven and Miguel got squished together. It did annoy the ninja somewhat. But her annoyance melted away from the nice scent of cologne on Miguel. It took every ounce of willpower for Raven to not bury her face deep into Miguel's chest. She'd have to save that for later.

The large doors opened for what seemed like the eleventh time throughout the journey to the lobby. The couple, along with a few people, stepped out of the elevator and scattered in their own directions. Master Raven walked to her car and popped the trunk for Miguel. Her highly trained ears could hear some of the residents talking lowly while unlocking their vehicles. She could hear their excitement and compliments about Miguel, wondering if he's some kind of model or handsome business man of some kind. What took her by surprise was when they made nice comments about her, wondering if she was some kind of model too. Before she could open the door, Miguel beat her to it and opened it for her.

Raven flashed a smile. "Thank you."

Miguel returned the smile. "You're welcome." He shut the door once his girlfriend was settled in and got in the car himself.

"And now," Said the ninja as she started up the vehicle, "on to the main event!"

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For once, Master Raven was grateful to know the ins and outs of her city. Traffic was starting to build up with people coming in and out on vacation for the holidays. She was also grateful for knowing what kind of wine to get for the dinner as well. There were too many last-minute customers in the store trying to buy food and drinks to make for their families. Though that didn't stop the customers from doing double-takes when she and Miguel were walking around the store. But could she blame them? Miguel has to be one of the most handsome men she's encountered and fell in love with him. And he's in love with her. He could've fallen in love with anyone else but he fell in love with her. The ninja sometimes can't believe that this man charmed his way into her heart and kept him there. And now she's bringing him home to be introduced to her parents. Though, in a sense, it was bound to happen at some point. But it's still nerve-wracking. What would her parents think about her long-distance relationship with a man living on the other side of the world that's a brawler-turned model?

"Moon sugar? Are you okay?" Asked Miguel.

"Y-Yes."

He wasn't buying it. "You sure? Your mind seems to wander when it isn't on the road." Miguel frowned at Raven's small reaction to getting caught. "Are you nervous about this?"

The ninja sighed as she turned the corner. "Well...yes. Even though I told them I was bringing a 'friend' home, I can't help but wonder what will happen."

Miguel could only nod. Could he blame her for being nervous? This beautiful woman is a top-secret ninja of her country's intelligence agency that's been involved with dismantling dangerous rings created by sick people and corrupt politicians from many countries, even from her own country, and either prevented or ended wars. And she was the one to put an end to that wretched war with the three generations of Mishimas. No doubt did her impressive career come with a hefty price with her home and love lives. Miguel could only imagine how Raven could even keep a good relationship with her family throughout her career as a ninja.

"I don't know what will happen either. But I know it'll work out." He grabbed Raven's hand and caressed it during a red light. "I know it will."

Raven smiled and took a breath. She gently squeezed the man's hand before turning her attention back to the wheel. She really needs to stop overthinking this. Even if her parents think of Miguel differently, he'll still love her the same.

After a few more turns, the couple drives into a nice neighborhood with big houses. They varied in different shapes and colors. Miguel had to credit these owners for their good tastes in structures and windows. Master Raven pulled into a cul-de-sac, spotting the familiar house.

"And here we-" Her brown eyes widened from seeing several familiar cars parked in the driveway and on the street, "-shit."

"What's wrong?"

Raven parked the car in front of a neighbor's house. She dragged her hands down her face. "Those are my relatives' cars. You're not just meeting my parents." She turned off the vehicle. "You're meeting the rest of my family. Dammit! I knew I shouldn't have told her anything!"

The newfound information made Miguel gulp. It's already nerve-wracking that he's meeting his girlfriend's parents. But to meet her entire family? Miguel took a breath. He got out of the car and opened the driver's side. He beckoned Raven to come out and took her into his arms.

"Raven…" Miguel gently caressed his lover's face. "If your family didn't care about who you were in a relationship with, would they all not gather at one place to see who I am? For all they know, I'm probably just some horrible man in disguise that wants to use you and your family for personal gain. They're just curious and want to protect you. That's what family is for, right?"

The ninja exhaled at Miguel's reasoning. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling that cologne she loves on him. The wisdom this man has!

"You always know what to say!"

Miguel chuckled. He sweetly kissed Raven's forehead, then her nose, then her lips. He gave her one last kiss and made sure to savor it. He shuts the car door and took out the wine and satchel from the back seat. He took Raven's hand and kissed it.

"Everything will be just fine. Besides, I was bound to meet all of your family at some point! It's just way sooner than we expected!"

"Well, you have a point." Master Raven locked the car and guided Miguel to the house. They reached a dark red door with a wreath settled right on top of a crafted window. She turned to Miguel. "But I just want to warn you before we go in. My uncles are rather...competitive and like to joke about almost everything. They tend to make fun of everyone that brings home a partner. Especially if they...well...don't look like us. But, they'll make fun of me a lot more than they will of you."

Miguel was taken aback. While it was helpful of Raven to give him a warning before they step inside, the Spaniard can't help but feel a bit tense about what's to come with Raven's uncles' comments. He nods and squeezes the ninja's hand.

Raven cleared her throat and fished for the door key. She turned the lock and stepped into the large house with Miguel right behind her. Immediately, the couple was bombarded with heat, aromas of food, and sounds of televisions and conversations.

"Who just came in the door?" Asked a female voice coming from the kitchen.

"Hi mama!" Said Raven as she hung her and Miguel's coats and his satchel in the closet.

"Raven!" Heavy footsteps rushed through the hallway and got to the entryway of the front door. A dark skinned woman with short black hair done naturally walks briskly to the ninja with arms open wide. She laughs as she hugs Raven with all of her strength and kisses Raven's cheeks. "Oh my baby's here! How are you?"

"I'm fine! Feeling alright!" Master Raven cleared her throat as she released her mother. Butterflies danced wildly in Raven's stomach as she took the wine from Miguel and held his hand in her free one. "Mama, this is my 'friend', Miguel Caballero Rojo. Miguel, this is my mother Antoinette."

Raven's mother looked up and down at the Spaniard's frame. She was taken aback at how tall and handsome this man is! But she also didn't expect Miguel to be of a different race! But there was an...aura coming from him. It was a mix of love, sweetness, calm, and rugged. And it was pretty powerful! When Antoinette glanced at Miguel's eyes, she saw it all. His nervousness. His excitement. His genuine desire.

Miguel swallowed his nerves and extended his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Antoinette had to keep herself from squealing at the man's beautiful accent. She shook his hand quickly and smiled wildly. "Likewise!" She extended her arms. "Aw don't be shy now! I won't bite! Come on and bring it in!"

Miguel smiled as he hugged Master Raven's mother. He could feel the love and warmth flowing from the embrace. He released Antoinette and fixed his shirt.

"Come on in! We're about to say grace!" The group walks down the hallway and into the kitchen. An older man was struggling to carry two full pans of food. Without thinking, Miguel intervenes and takes the pans.

"I got it! Where do I take these?"

The older man was stunned. "Uh...to the other side of the counter over there. Put them in the empty spots." The man looked behind him and saw Raven and her mother. "And this is…?"

"It's Raven's lil' friend!" Antoinette blurted.

"Mama!" The ninja groaned before helping Miguel place the food.

"Wait, did you just say that's Raven's lil' friend?!" The older man asked with widened eyes. Seeing the approving nod, the older man covered his dropped jaw. He smiled for two seconds before smirking. Oh, the joyous day he's been waiting for has arrived!

The food was placed properly and carefully in their spots. Pleased with the outcome, Master Raven looks over the food to see if there's anything out of place. There wasn't. With her highly trained ears, the ninja heard her name being called in the kitchen.

"Ma'am?"

Antoinette grinned, crossing her arms. "I believe you neglected to speak to your uncle!"

Ah shit! The ninja grunted internally. Oh well. Might as well get it over with. She beckoned her boyfriend over while preparing for whatever smartass comment her uncle has in mind.

"Uncle Jeff? This is my friend Miguel. Miguel, this is my Uncle Jeff. He's my mom's second oldest brother."

Miguel extended his hand. "It's very nice to meet you sir!"

Jeff shook the Spaniard's hand and grinned. "Nice to meet you too! Though I ain't sure I've heard of you from Ray-Ray at all!" He turned the formal handshake into a familial one and brought Miguel into a hug. "Don't be too nervous son! You're among family today!" Jeff looked at the time on his phone. It was 4:30 on the dot. "Right on time! Let's get everyone into the family room so we can say grace!"

Jeff and Antoinette leave first to join the rest of the family. Miguel grinned while Master Raven bit her lip nervously. She grabbed the Spaniard's hand and led him through the living room.

"I thought you said your uncle would make jokes and comments about us?" Asked Miguel.

"That's because he hasn't even gotten started. He's waiting until you meet my dad and my other uncles before letting loose."

Raven didn't need to see Miguel's smile fall. She could just feel it. But she knew that his frown wouldn't last for long. The couple enters the family room where they're greeted by Raven's hosts on aunts, uncles, and cousins varying in age. Before Raven could introduce her boyfriend, her great aunt called for the family to settle down and join hands. The television was put on mute for everyone to hear the prayer.

"Mister Jeffery, I want you to lead us all in prayer." Said an old woman.

"I dunno mama. I'm not the preacher like Lonnie."

"Shut up Jeffery!" About everyone, including Raven and Miguel, were chuckling or actually laughing from the comment.

"Hurry up so we can eat! Damn!"

"Alright, alright! Now bow ya'll heads!" Jeff took a breath. "Dear Lord, we come before you today to thank you for the food. We thank you for this family being able to come together once again. You always seem to make a way for us somehow in times of trouble. I thank you for covering my family in your blood, protecting them from the many dangers of the world they may encounter. Whether it'd be right here at home or overseas. We ask that you bless the hands that prepared the food and let it nourish our bodies. May we continue to fellowship with each other and with new friends to come in the future," The comment made Raven twitch and Miguel gulp silently, "in Jesus' name, amen."

The majority of the family repeated the closing phrase and unlinked hands. Before they could disperse into the kitchen for food, they all greeted the ninja while eyeing her boyfriend.

"Ray-Ray! It's been a long time since I last seencha!" Exclaimed a different uncle. He hugged his niece and turned to Miguel. "And who is this? I don't recall this pretty boy at all!"

"Uncle B-Dell, this is my friend Miguel. Miguel, this is my mom's eldest brother Bobby. We just call him B-Dell."

Right on cue, Miguel extends his hand to the older man. "It's a pleasure to meet you sir!"

B-Dell shook the Spaniard's hand. "Same here! Aye Jeff! Ain't you say that Ray-Ray's hard ass wouldn't even bring home a souvenir?"

"Shiet! I said she wouldn't even bring herself! But she brought back something alright!"

Master Raven facepalmed while Miguel tried to keep his blushing to a minimum. Now he understood what his girlfriend meant. And the uncles were just getting started. Before Raven could retort, a familiar voice interrupts the uncles from their roasting session.

"Out of everybody, you ain't try to come and see me?"

The ninja's eyes lit up. She smiled as she hugged a man with a shaved head. She released him and turned to Miguel. "Miguel, this is my daddy Samuel. Daddy, this is my 'friend' Miguel Caballero Rojo."

The elder looked the Spaniard up and down like how his wife did earlier. "So you're Baby Girl's 'lil' friend' huh?"

Miguel gulped. "Yes, I am."

Samuel chuckled. "I ain't trying to give you a hard time son." He hugged Miguel with some of his strength. "I'mma leave that to my brother-in-laws!" He laughed when the ninja groaned loudly in irritation. "Come on Girlie! You know it's your turn to get the treatment! You being away with your job doesn't exempt you from any of it!"

"I was afraid of that…" Raven sighed. Regardless of her predicament, she smiled, grateful that her parents are giving their approvals to Miguel for the moment.

"Alright! Go on and get ya'll something to eat! You're in for a treat Miguel! I hope you like soul food!"

"I hope he does Sam! Ain't no telling what Ray's been feeding him!" Jeff commented, laughing at his niece's embarrassed expression.

While some of the family members went to get food and drinks, Master Raven introduced Miguel to everyone who hasn't met him yet. Hugs were exchanged, nice comments were made, welcomes were warm, and smiles were given. Everything seemed to go on without a hitch. That is, until Raven's stomach growled loudly. The ninja groaned the umpteenth time in the evening, causing the Spaniard to giggle.

"I can make you a plate if you want me to." Miguel offered.

Raven shook her head. "It's alright! Come on!" The ninja led Miguel back to the kitchen where the family members were in line getting their portions of food. She grabbed the plates and handed one to Miguel behind her.

The Spaniard's mouth watered at the sight of the food. It all looked so delicious! He really didn't know what to take. So he just took a little of everything that was presented. He took a portion of greens, green beans, ham, turkey, mac n' cheese, cabbage, corn, one piece of baked chicken, and a piece of cornbread. He was curious and excited to taste the food from Raven's culture. Especially since it was her elder family members that made it.

"What kind of drink do you want? We have different sodas in the coolers or water." Raven asked as she grabbed the utensils and napkins. "Or do you want a beer?"

"Soda is fine. I'd rather eat first before I do any drinking."

The pair walk back to the family room and sit in the middle of one of the fold out tables. A male cousin sat on Raven's right while a female cousin sat on Miguel's left. One of the ninja's younger cousins happened to pass in front of the table.

"Juju! Can you get me two cokes please?" Asked Raven before she started chowing down.

"Okay!" The girl skipped back to the kitchen.

Miguel took his fork and stabbed his vegetables. His eyes widened at the burst of flavor and juice in his mouth! His expression didn't go unnoticed by the uncles.

"Well you look at that! Pretty boy done got a real good taste of them greens!" Yelled Jeff as he took a sip of his beer.

"They are very good!" Miguel softly stated as he finished his chewing. Poor guy had almost all of the attention on him due to the callout. He could see Raven trying not to snap her fork in half in irritation.

"Good! That's what matters right? I mean, I put my foot in them-"

"Shut up Jeff! Let the boy eat!" Exclaimed Raven's great aunt. She rolled her eyes at the shenanigans.

With a short sigh of relief, Raven and Miguel continue to finish their plates. The ninja looked up to see her younger cousin bringing two cans of sodas. She thanked the girl and handed one can to Miguel. He finished the rest of his food and wiped his hands before opening the drink. After he took a sip, the Spaniard stood up and took his and Raven's empty plates.

"Where's the trash can?"

"It's at the end over there!" Raven's female cousin pointed at the trash can across the room.

"Ah, thank you!"

The ninja exhaled. Her belly was full, Miguel was full, and everything seemed to go on smoothly. She felt a tap on her arm.

"Girl!" Raven's female cousin giggled excitedly. "Where did you find that fine specimen?! He is too fine to be here!"

"You know Ray," The male cousin began, "I never thought you'd be into dudes that aren't the brothas!"

"Not to mention that he does look rather familiar…"

"Will you two please behave? It's enough that my uncles are being themselves." Master Raven pleaded.

"Fine! Fine! But only because he's so fiiiine!"

Miguel came back to his seat after throwing away some of the plates from the elder relatives. He was a bit concerned about his girlfriend, seeing her downing her soft drink. He took a sip of his drink with a free hand while he patted Raven's thigh with the other in comfort.

"So...Miguel was it? Can you tell us more about yourself?" Asked the female cousin.

The man's heart sped up. He could feel almost everyone's eyes on him. "What do you want to know..um…"

"Christina! But you can call me Chrissy!" The woman said excitedly while twirling her hair. "For starters, where are you from?"

"Chrissy!" Chided Raven.

"What? I wanna know!"

"Yeah! So do we!" Jeff exclaimed while drinking more of his beer.

Before the ninja could retort, Miguel gently grasped her hand and squeezed it. "If they want to know, I'll tell them." He turned his attention to Chrissy. "You can already tell that I'm not from here. I'm actually from Spain."

"Spain?! Are you serious?!"

Miguel nodded. "Yes. I was born in the city of Barcelona."

"That's amazing! What's it like?"

The Spaniard chuckled. "Well, the city is full of old buildings that date back to when the Moors arrived. There's a lot of art museums and old cathedrals still standing. The marketplaces are rather large and vary in different products. Many expensive wines also come from different places in Spain, but many known brands are from Barcelona."

"Extraordinary! So, the real question that everyone wants to know is how did you and my cousin meet?"

The pair's eyes widened, causing all of the uncles and older cousins to smirk and giggle. Miguel scratched his cheek as he tried to think of a way to explain the story without getting an overreaction. He glanced over at the usually cool and collective ninja. Even she seemed to be uncomfortable about the situation at hand. Realizing that there was no escape, the Spaniard drew a breath to swallow his nerves.

"Well, it was last year in April. Raven was on an assignment to bust a group that was using a fighting tournament as a coverup. I was...one of the fighters at the time. I was rash and I ended up screwing up her operation on accident. But it was a good accident! She got the thugs and I grew a pair to ask her out afterwards."

Master Raven sighed internally. Truth be told, her boyfriend's rendition of the story was more or less true. Although, he was missing key details about what he was doing and how exactly he asked her out. Though it seemed like everybody bought the tale.

"Oh! So you can fight! What kind of martial arts do you practice?"

Shit! Master Raven thought in a panic. She hoped no one would ask that question but of course they had to!

"I practice Judo!" Miguel said without missing a beat. "I've wanted to see how far I've come in my skill so I signed up for the tournament to put them to the test! I just didn't know that it was a coverup for a smuggling group." Except Raven taught me the basics a few months ago but they don't need to know that! Miguel thought smugly to himself. Who knew that his twists on the truth could come out smoothly like hot butter?

"Okay okay! So he can fight. Alright player-player! What do you do for a living?" Asked B-Dell while he picked food out of his teeth.

"Well, I used to work in construction. But recently, I've started modeling. I'm still debating on doing modeling full-time."

"Hold on a sec!" Chrissy whipped out her phone. "You model right?" She pulled up an ad for men's suits. She looked back and forth between Miguel and her phone. "You're the top male model for Men's Warehouse?! And for Nike?!"

Miguel couldn't help but chuckle at the reaction. "Yes, that's correct. I've also modeled for Dior and Vera Wang's collections. In fact, in several weeks, I'm going to be in a fashion show for wedding tuxedos here in the city."

A good portion of the female cousins and aunties "oohed" and "ahhed" at the information while the men were really intrigued. Some of the family members asked questions about how Miguel got into modeling and what other companies he modeled for. In the midst of the questions and answers, Raven's mom beckoned the ninja to follow her into the kitchen.

"Excuse me!" Master Raven got up from her seat and followed her mother. She felt guilty leaving her boyfriend behind with her family. She only hopes that they won't subject him into answering even more personal questions while she's gone. She turns her attention to her mother. "What is it mama?"

Antoinette opened the refrigerator. She took out two bottles of water and handed one to Raven. She took a swig and smiled. "I figured you needed a break from my brothers giving you a hard time."

The ninja opened the water and took a big gulp. "Thanks. Though I'd rather help him from getting eaten alive." She took another swig and sighed. "Mama! Did you plan this? For everyone to come today? I thought it was just going to be us today?"

"Actually, it was your daddy's idea. He was the one that wanted to give a warm welcome to your friend in some way." Antoinette grinned. She couldn't help but be amused with her daughter's expressions. She took Raven's hand. "You really do love him, don't you baby?"

The softness in her mother's voice threw the ninja in a loop. When Raven saw how joyful her mother's eyes were, she felt hot tears coming to her eyes. She looked away, seeing Miguel coming from the family room with some of the cousins and descending to the basement. Her heart skipped a beat seeing a nervous yet exciting smile on him.

"I do. So much mama. I….I've never really felt this way about anybody before. Much less actually being able to have a relationship outside of my job." Raven gave a small laugh. "And to think that we'd be here right now all because of his interference with my mission!"

Antoinette sniffed. Her heart warmed at her daughter's confession. "Baby Girl, look at me." She turned Raven's head. "All my life, I've been wanting to see you happy and healthy. Even if it was hard when you went away. I always feared that I'd never get to see you experience such joy! But to see you now!" She gave a watery laugh. "To see my baby grow up into this beautiful, powerful woman that's so in love! God really blessed me with such a wonderful daughter!"

The ninja wiped away an escaped tear. She smiled and hugged her mother tightly. She really missed her mama's hugs! The ninja released Antoinette and wiped her face with a paper towel. Raven gave a square of the paper towel to her mother to clean herself up with.

"So, what do you think of him?" Raven asked after she blew her nose.

"I'm very curious about how he managed to charm you, Miss Very-Stubborn-Like-Her-Daddy!" Antoinette giggled. "How he was able to get past those walls even your daddy and I couldn't break through!" She hugged Raven again. "Oh I'm just so elated for you! I just can't wait to see your relationship blossom! Even if he's from the other side of the world!"

"Mama!"

"What? Some long distances work! Especially in your case considering you work for the C.I.A. and Miguel travelling around the world for his modeling and whatnot. Speaking of which!" Antoinette released Raven and wiggled her eyebrows. "When is that fashion event of his? I really want to see him in a tux!"

"I am not telling you that!" Raven laughed as she got herself a wine glass from the cabinet. She spotted the wine she bought earlier on the counter and popped it open.

"Fine! Be that way!" Antoinette joked. She got herself a wine glass out of the cabinet as well. "Pour me some too please!"

Raven poured her mother's glass first before pouring hers. She took a sip, savoring the flavor. She and her mother whipped their heads around when they heard sudden shouts coming from the basement. Curious, the women went down the stairs to find Miguel, young adult, teenager, and kid cousins raving about Mario Kart 8 Deluxe. And from the looks of it, Miguel was in first place in the last lap on one of the tracks. And sure enough, Miguel crossed the finish line before anyone else could.

The female cousins cheered at the Spaniard's success while the male cousins were clowning each other for losing. The kids were bouncing everywhere in excitement, asking if they could have a turn. The cousins that lost the race were forced to give up their controllers for someone else to play. Some of the kids asked if the older cousins play with their favorite characters if they couldn't play. One of the cousins happen to look up and spot the ninja and her mother on the stairs.

"Ray! Ain't you still good at this game? Come whoop this fool since neither any of these dummies can do it!" Exclaimed one of the players, salty that he lost.

Master Raven snorted and walked down the stairs. She took a sip of her drink before weaving threw and stepping over her cousins to get to the large couch. She sat two seats away from Miguel and placed her drink on a tray-table. Shock was visible on her face. Right there in Miguel's lap sat Raven's two year old cousin Serenity. And the girl was sitting still holding her dolly without fussing. But the shock soon wore off with a look of confidence.

"I need a controller!" Raven said as she extended her hand. "I'm surprised that Donny couldn't beat Miguel! What happened Donny? Me letting you win finally got to you?"

Miguel snickered with the cousins from his girlfriend's comment. He sat up and made sure Serenity and her dolly were comfortable. "Ready to lose?"

Raven playfully rolled her eyes. She selected her character and cart. "I should be asking you that!"

Half of the cousins were cheering for Raven while the other half were cheering for Miguel. The competitors were neck-in-neck. Master Raven won the first and third races while Miguel won the second and fourth race. The last race was intense. The ninja was surprised that Miguel could even keep up on the Rainbow Road track. The Spaniard was in first place, but ultimately came in second place when Raven passed him in the last .86 seconds. The ninja laughed at Miguel's jaw dropping in disbelief. The room was filled with a mix of cheers and groans and laughter.

"And you said I should be ready to lose!" Taunted Raven as she took a sip of her wine. She handed the controller back to a younger cousin. She got up from her spot, stepping over cousins in the process. "Let me know if you want to lose again in something else! I'll be upstairs!"

The adult and teenage male cousins snickered at the ninja's comment while the female cousins rolled their eyes. After the ninja went upstairs, the kids began to fight over who gets to play the game. Not wanting to be caught in familial crossfire and tantrums, the Spaniard takes the toddler off his lap and gets up. He smiled when the girl tightened her grip on his turtleneck. He knew it was useless to try to pry Serenity off so Miguel just carried her and her dolly upstairs.

Miguel went to the cooler in the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. After all, spending so much time playing the game with a bunch of family members ranging from kids to young adults did make him thirsty! Though it was a tad bit difficult to open the bottle with a two year old and her dolly in one arm. The drink was suddenly snatched from Miguel's hand. He looked over to the culprit and smiled.

"You know, you never cease to surprise me." Said Raven while opening the bottle. "Reny never goes to anyone that isn't her parents, granny, or me." She got the cap off. "What did you do to get you to hold her? Without fussing?"

Miguel chuckled and shrugged. "I don't know! All I did was say hi and she gave me a hug. She ended up asking me to sit her in my lap." He took a swig of his water with the free arm. He heard the little girl yawn in his ear. "And it looks like somebody's getting sleepy."

"I can tell." Raven touched Miguel's shoulder. "Are you doing alright? I know today was a bit overwhelming considering you flying in today and interacting with my family."

The man smiled. "I'm great! Except from losing in the game." He and Raven chuckled. "Though I do want to have a drink." He looked at the sleepy toddler. "Though I'd rather not drink anything around the kids."

"Okay." She motioned Miguel to follow her.

The walked to the family room where the uncles, aunts, and very few older cousins were sitting around playing cards, chatting, or watching sports. Raven and Miguel sat on a leather loveseat, ensuring that the toddler doesn't stir. The toddler being held doesn't go unnoticed.

"Well I'll be damned! Pretty boy actually got Reny to sleep! If it were me, she's just be crying her little head off!" Exclaimed Jeff as he threw out a card.

"That's actually quite an accomplishment! How'd you get her to be all friendly?" Asked B-Dell.

The Spaniard could only shrug a little. "I don't know! All I did was say hi and the next thing I knew, she wanted to help me play games downstairs. But she's all tired out from playing for a while."

"Hm! In my book, anybody that can get Reny to be friendly without throwing a tantrum and get her to sleep without struggling is good in my book! You alright!" Said Jeff, taking the book of cards he won.

Miguel blinked. "Uh...thank you!" That kind of comment was unexpected from Raven's uncle. He was sure he'd get roasted or interrogated again.

"Ah shit!" Jeffery yelled while throwing his cards. "Looks like I'm out!"

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The night started to really wind down as time moved on. The majority of the cousins left, including Serenity as she was carried away by her parents. The food was put up, save for a plate or two for Miguel considering how early he ate due to his culture, and the coolers emptied. All that remained were Miguel and Raven and a handful of Raven's relatives well into a card game called "Hot Seat". They already played several games of Spades earlier. Miguel will have to thank Raven later for teaching him how to play the game in advance.

The game was intense. Despite his winning streak, Miguel was close to being eliminated. He threw out his card after Raven's dad. And it was the wrong one. The uncles cheered in triumph.

"Ha! Pretty boy is out! Go on and get your ass up!" Exclaimed B-Dell, gathering the cards to start a new game. "You too Sam!"

Samuel laughed as he got up from his seat. He saw his sister and daughter take the empty spots. "Get his ass out baby!"

Master Raven laughed. "I'll try!"

As the cards were being dealt, Samuel tapped Miguel on the shoulder. He signaled the Spaniard to follow him. He couldn't help but snicker at his brother-in-laws' taunts.

"Ooohhh! What he do?" Jeff laughed.

"I dunno! Ray-Ray! Maybe you can tell us why pretty boy's in trouble!" Taunted B-Dell as he counted his cards.

"Shut up dumbasses!"

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It was silent, save for the pouring of liquor the glasses. Samuel handed the Spaniard his glass then put the bottle back on the shelf of his bar. He could tell Miguel was nervous from the way he was holding his glass. He smiled.

"It's okay son. I'm not gonna bite ya or anything." Samuel took a sip, savoring the vanilla whiskey.

The Spaniard sighed internally. He sipped the dark liquor to ease his nerves. He hummed in surprise by the taste. It was really sweet! He heard Raven's dad chuckle softly.

"You like that huh? I figured you would."

Miguel nodded. "I do. What's this flavor? I've never had anything like it."

"That son, is vanilla whiskey. Believe it or not, Raven was the one that introduced me to it. I've been drinking it ever since." He paused. He sat on the bar chair. "Come on and have a seat."

Miguel sat next Samuel. He took another sip of his whiskey. He felt so awkward drinking with his girlfriend's father. Especially since it's so quiet between them. He glanced over to see Samuel looking...content.

Raven's father sat up. "Miguel." There was a pause. "How are you feeling?"

The Spaniard blinked. "I'm alright."

"And a bit tired no doubt. You're not used to having this much family interactions are you?" Samuel smiled at Miguel's reaction. "But you took it rather well! Especially since you're not from around here." He took another swig of whiskey. "Though I do want to apologize to you."

That stunned the Spaniard. "Whatever for sir?"

"For throwing you into the wolves with my family. I really didn't mean to subject you to being overwhelmed by everyone. Especially my brother-in-laws. Even if that's what they do with everyone." Samuel laughed a little. "They did that with me when I started dating Antoinette. But they only do it out of good fun."

Silenced danced between the men again. Samuel took another sip. "You know Miguel," He smiled softly, "this is one of the happiest days I've ever had. My family is doing well again. We're moving on with our lives. My Baby Girl is flourishing in many ways.

"I still can't believe how incredible she is. Hell, I still can't believe she's even here. My family has been through too much. From my wife being diagnosed with cancer to almost losing everything from that shitty war those Mishimas put us through. I remember Raven wanting to do things that, well, I wanted to keep her away from. Even got into arguments with her at times because all I wanted to do was protect her like a father should." Samuel sniffed. "I'll never forget the day of how she got roped into being enlisted. I couldn't even save her. I didn't want her risking her life and putting herself in danger just for her efforts to go in vain and unappreciated. But I couldn't do anything.

"She came home one day. She had fresh scars on her face. I was upset and afraid. Someone hurt my Baby Girl and I never knew about it. And those people tried to threaten and hurt my family because of what she did to stop whatever they were doing." He wiped a few tears. "And one day, she told me that it'll all be okay. Then she just upped and disappeared. For years. I had no way of contacting her. Every day I pray that I wouldn't have to wake up to the news to hear my baby girl going missing and unrecovered or just in a body bag. Mentally or physically. But then she came home again one day. Completely unannounced. She came in. Didn't say a word. All she did was hug me. And that's when I knew.

"Raven meant what she said. Everything was okay. And after that, I didn't worry anymore. It was like a heavy weight lifted from my shoulders." Samuel grabbed a napkin and blew his nose. "Though sometimes, I still wonder if I was a good father to her." Samuel poured more whiskey into his glass. "But I do know that I did a decent job. My baby girl is a goddamn ninja! It's no wonder why she's been gone for years! Have you seen what she can do? What she did? My baby is out here saving lives! If not the world! I've never been so proud!"

There was another short silence. Samuel turned to Miguel. "Do you want to know why I'm telling you this son? It's because out of all the people in this world, my baby girl trusts you more than anyone. Out of all the people in the world, my daughter, my very hard-headed, busy, courageous, ass-kicking daughter, who probably wouldn't even think about maintaining any relationship outside of family, much less actually keeping a relationship with her family due to everything, wants to build something with you. And the fact that I can see, with my own eyes, of how happy she is with you? How deeply in love she is with you? How she really wanted me to meet you?

"I never thought I'd be alive to see the day where my baby girl wants to love, is in love, and is loved by someone. Especially after everything that we've went through." Samuel smiled and passed a napkin to Miguel.

The Spaniard didn't realize the tears he was shedding. He gratefully took the napkin and cleaned his face. To hear Raven's father tell Miguel about the hardships his family faced, how he could've lost his daughter, and how overjoyed he is to know that his daughter is happy with where she is as a person, and how deeply Master Raven cares for him brought him to tears. He thanked Samuel for refilling his glass after he blew his nose.

"Ain't nothing wrong with getting emotional son." Samuel took a sip of his whiskey. "It shows how human you are. And how much you care for others." Samuel turned to Miguel again. "Tell me son, how did you fall for my daughter?"

The Spaniard looked down at his liquor. He recalled the memories of him and the ninja. It was hard to pick one because everything she did made him fall for her over and over again. "I...I really can't explain it."

"When you first saw her eyes, did you see how sparkly they were? And all of a sudden you wanted to start loving her?"

A sudden flash of memory popped into Miguel's head. He recalled how pretty Raven's eyes were despite being an obstacle to her mission. He looked straight into Samuel's eyes.

"Yes." He said without any doubt in his body.

The elder couldn't help but laugh. Just like the time he first saw Antoinette. He placed a firm hand on Miguel's shoulder. "You know Miguel? You're more than alright. I mean, you handled my brothers-in-laws and their jokes well, you easily got along with all of my nieces and nephews and cousins, all of the elders show favor to you, and you got little baby Reny to like you! That kid never goes to anyone! Not even me! And the fact that she was so trusting to you to the point where she went to sleep without fussing is truly something!"

Miguel felt heat rising to his cheeks. He wasn't used to hearing these kinds of compliments. "Th-Thank you sir."

Samuel patted Miguel's back a few times. "And you know son, the main reason why I brought everyone over was to make you feel welcome. To feel at home. Baby Girl didn't go into detail, but she told me how you didn't have a family. I could tell in your eyes that you haven't had a family for a long time."

Hot tears threatened to leave Miguel's eyes again. "...Yes sir.."

Samuel offered another napkin. He got out of his chair and beckoned Miguel to do the same. He placed a comforting hand back on the Spaniard's shoulder. "Well, it may be rather very soon, but I want to welcome you into my family Miguel. It's quite obvious that you make my daughter happy and loved. And you give her a kind of love that neither Antoinette nor I can give her. For that, I'm very grateful. Should you move forward or separate in the future, just know that you're a part of this family. No matter what. Now, I don't want to put pressure on you about what you and Raven will do when the time comes. But just know that we'll be, or rather I'll be here to welcome you with open arms. So long as God will allow it."

It was difficult for Miguel to not become a sobbing mess. The father of the woman he loves just welcomed him into his family just from meeting him for the first time. He placed all of his trust into the Spaniard without question. This man gave Miguel years worth of fatherly love that he never got from his own father in just a span of hours. And even if Master Raven and Miguel decide to go separate ways in the future, Samuel would still be there for him. All of this love was very hard to take in.

"Thank you sir! I really mean it!" Miguel choked out.

Samuel laughed, letting tears of happiness fall. "Come on now! Bring it in!"

The men hugged each other with all of their strength. Muffled laughter filled their ears with occasional sniffles. After a moment, they released each other. Samuel grabbed his glass. Miguel grabbed his.

"To the many blessings of love, happiness, and fellowship for days to come!" Samuel declared.

"To the many blessings of love, happiness, and fellowship for days to come!" Miguel repeated.

The men downed the rest of their drinks. They cleaned their faces and walked back upstairs. They heard laughter and the television in the distance. They walked into the kitchen and cleaned their glasses.

"By the way Miguel," The elder man started, "has anyone showed you any pictures of Raven at all today? When she was younger?

Miguel shook his head. "No sir."

Samuel grinned as he dried the glasses. "You're in for a treat son! But I'll show them to you later. Gotta get back to the game." He closed the cabinets and led Miguel back to the family room. "By the way, who taught you how to play so well in Hot Seat? I ain't never seen somebody with a winning streak that long!"

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It was very late into the night. The large house was silent, save for the television in a bedroom. Samuel barely paid attention to the movie playing on his television. He was too wrapped up with finishing the next chapter of his book. He yawned briefly, exhausted from cleaning up after the rest of the family left. He heard the bathroom door opening to his right. His wife tiredly came out in her pajamas and satin scarf. He closed the book and snuggled Antoinette when she got comfy in the bed.

"Movie any good?" She asked with a yawn.

"I was barely paying attention. What movie is it again?"

Antoinette snorted and changed the channel to a show in black and white. She sighed in exhaustion. "So Sammy?"

"'So' what?"

"What do you think?"

"About?"

The woman playfully rolled her eyes. "About Raven's lil' friend!"

Samuel thought to himself for a second. He sat up, looking down at his hands. He nodded several times. "He's my son-in-law."

Antoinette wasn't surprised. She chuckled, sitting up as well. "You saw it too huh?"

"Yep. I saw it when your brothers were asking all them questions." A slight pause. "When did you?"

"From the moment I met him. Samuel, that man loves Raven more than life itself. It's in his eyes." Antoinette stated. She looked at the television when she heard some sniffles. Only it wasn't coming from the monitor. It was coming from her husband. She grabbed a box of tissues from the nightstand and handed it to him. Her dainty hand strongly held Samuel's.

"Sammy? What is it?"

The man wiped his nose. "It's just…" He took a breath. "In all my years, I never thought I'd live long enough to see this day. I have my wife. I have my daughter. I have my family. And to see her be so in love and to be loved so hard? I could've lost you. I could've lost my baby. I could've lost my mind. But God favored all of this."

Antoinette kissed her husband's fingers. She couldn't help but shed a few tears as well. She grabbed a tissue to dab her eyes. "We really are blessed aren't we?"

"Truly! I'm just...I'm just so happy for Raven! I'm excited to see things just bloom and manifest for her and Miguel! Those two are just made for each other!"

"Of course they are! They couldn't deny it if they wanted to!"

Samuel softly laughed. He blew his nose and threw away the tissue. He turned the lamp off, snuggling his wife afterwards. He breathed deeply.

"I can't wait to do more bonding with Miguel. I gotta teach him a few things!"

Antoinette playfully rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you do!" She turned the volume down on the television. "Did you show Miguel the pictures of Raven yet?"

Samuel wore a wicked grin. "That's what this weekend is for!"

[talietikasero]

A list of the stories I’ve been working on for the past year (links to each in the titles. feedback is greatly appreciated):

Aria of the Sol

Five days after the Justice/Jack-O fusion, Aria finds herself waking up in a new body laying in a hospital bed. The same day, she meets her daughter, her son-in-law, and her old Flame (of Corruption.) In the coming days, she tries to make the most of this second chance at life she’s been given – and figuring out who that mysterious voice in her head is.

(Set during the three-week gap between Revelator and -Strive-)

Who Knows What Tomorrow Holds

A trio of (unlikely) heroes finds themselves protecting the President of the United States after a hostile takeover of the White House. On top of that, there's the looming threat of an axis of time attaining godhood. It's going to be a long day.

(Following Aria of the Sol, this is a retelling/reimagining of the Guilty Gear -Strive- story mode)

B-Sides and Rarities

Extra scenes from Who Knows What Tomorrow Holds. The Valentine sisters spend the night at Illyria Castle to visit their mother, and supply an intelligence director with information. Before the G4 meeting starts, a Service agent gives a special guest a tour of the White House

Of All Places to Meet You, It Had to Be Here

Two people chasing the same person for different reasons were unaware of how the three of them are connected. An Italian church is a weird place to find out that the seemingly random person you're fighting armed soldiers with is actually a blood relative

[dyke-a-saur]

Seeing as how I have literally no Tekken mutuals, no one will care but

Was anyone gonna tell me that Lili is moving in with Asuka at the end of T7??? Like as in full-on roommates? 

Like this femme really just said, “I’m fuckin’ tired of waiting for you to get your head out your ass and realize that I’ve flirting with you for 5+ games. So I’m moving in.”

Expect a 500k enemies-to-roommates-lovers fic by the end of the week cause I can’t take it anymore!