#tekken imagine

[itjazzbicch]

About Time

Pairing: Hwoarang x Reader 

Summary: Training together as they shared the same master, Hwoarang struggles to accept that he lost to the reader in the semi-finals, facing his rival Jin Kazama in the finals, and when the final match takes an unexpected turn, Hwoarang's true feelings for his close friend, the reader, rises to the surface...

Warnings:  Slight swearing, an injury (but that's about it!)

Word Count: 1.6k 

"What bull!"

Hwoarang only made me laugh as I followed him into the hall while the rest of the semi-finals were ongoing. We had both trained together with our master, Baek Doo San and when the King of The Iron Fist Tournament was announced, we both wanted to enter. Although Hwoarang's motivation was different than mine, I still gave it my all, and in the semi-finals, I managed to beat him in the toughest fight I've been in yet.

"Don't act so surprised!" I poked at him with a confident smile, "We've trained together for how long? You should know that I'm no pushover."

"I know," He groaned, huffing out in frustration and looking out to see that Jin Kazama had just won and would be seeing me in the finals.

That didn't help with his attitude; he gritted his teeth and was more frustrated that he couldn't get his hands on Jin now.

I think that it did somewhat help him accept his loss to me. How he gazed into my eyes showed that he respected me and my skill. There was still some attitude in his tone, but he put up his fist towards me, murmuring:

"Just beat up that punk, Jin, for me."

"Say less," I chuckled, fist-bumping him and sharing a smile, the determination to win in my gaze.

Heading back down to the stage, I had to focus. I had never faced Jin like Hwoarang, and I knew he was nothing to scoff at. Jin was the leader of Mishima Zaibatsu before and has won tournaments before.

Getting in stance as we faced off, I saw Hwoarang watching, how his eyes told me that he believed in me, which made my desire to win even stronger. I didn't want to let him down and get even closer to winning this whole tournament.

Just as I expected, Jin was making me work for this, but I ensured that every time I hit him, a lot of fire was packed into it.

At the climax of our fight, we were both sweating and panting, trying to end this. I sent out a kick that he blocked, but I could flip and hit him with my other foot, which sent him back. Running to close in our distance, I went to hit him with my signature kick that no one ever took without getting knocked out.

Mid-air, everything was in slow motion, and his eyes... They were red suddenly, these weird markings on his forehead. I could hear the growl he let out before he hit me with a punch that was so fast to see, feeling the unbelievable impact in my stomach.

It felt like I got struck by lightning or something, spitting out a loud groan as it sent me flying clear into the fencing of the ring, curling up into a ball. I was scared that my ribs may have been broken.

"I-I-" I was crying, not from the pain, but the fact that I had to say these words, holding up my hand, "I give."

"Your winner! Jin Kazama!"

The crowd was thrilled to see what a good fight that was, but something was up with Jin. His eyes were brown again, and when he looked at me, it seemed that he didn't realize what he had done, eyes filling with shock and concern as he saw me in this defeated and wounded state.

"Y/N..." He gasped, coming over to help me, "I'm-"

Reaching his hand toward me, there was this huge pop from the crowd, feeling a gust of wind and an angry yell:

"Get your damn hands away from Y/N!"

My pupils expanded at the sight of Hwoarang zipping in front of me, kicking Jin's hand away, then kicking the shit out of his chest that sent him reeling.

I knew that Hwoarang had been itching to get his hands on him, but this was different. The crowd was eating this up, and I noticed security coming in, trying to stand by, gripping and clinging to the fence.

"C'mon Jin! I'm not finished with you!"

Hwoarang was bouncing quickly in his stance, watching Jin like a tiger ready to strike as he was climbing off his knees, but something in me wouldn't let me sit and watch this, groaning out:

"Hwoarang! Stop it-"

That weird blow Jin hit me with really did a number on me, Hwoarang freezing and coming back to me as I fell to the mat again.

"I have you," He said quietly, his voice filled with anger, but he stuck to his word, scooping me into his arms.

It was already enough with how I felt so down from losing, now seeing Hwoarang like this. I was so much more emotional, hated how I looked so weak while curled up in his arms, both our eyes darting over to Jin, who was holding his chest from Hwoarang's kick, holding out his hand toward me:

"I never intended to harm you, Y/N..."

Staring intensely into his eyes, I felt he was telling the truth but hiding something about himself. When he punched me, it was like he transformed into something with this strange power that he didn't have control of. None of his previous strikes during our fight had such malice, making me question what happened to him during that last strike.

"Shut the hell up," Hwoarang spat, staring a hole through him and turning away with me, following the security line out and to the trainer's room.

Luckily, none of my ribs were broken, as I feared, but I needed to be wrapped up and some cold therapy for the pain. My head was hung low, confused and disappointed in myself, but my head perked up a little as Hwoarang stood before me, clearly still pissed and crossing his arms:

"So, what happened out there? I thought you had him."

"I thought so too," I sighed, staring at the floor as I told him what happened, "But while I was going to hit him with my kick, his eyes... They changed to red, and when he punched me, it was so strong and weird... I don't know how to describe it."

"His eyes turned red?" This perplexed him, but he let out a deep, angry sigh as he seemed to remember something, whispering under his breath, "That's right. He's got some strange power."

"What do you mean by that?" It was now clear to me that there was something about Jin that I didn't know, and the thought of it didn't cross Hwoarang's mind because he was so worked up about not making it to the finals.

There was this strange and suspenseful moment of silence, staring into each other's eyes as he mentally tried to find the words to explain it to me.

I didn't even care at that moment, my head falling again in disappointment, whispering to him:

"I'm sorry that I lost..."

"Don't even worry about it," He said quickly, squatting to look me in the eyes, smiling softly at me, "Seriously. You still gave him one hell of a fight."

"Thanks..." It was nearly impossible not to smile back, even if it was just a little, going back to the typical ways of our dynamic and poking at him a little, "I never seen you so pissed off before, just for me... Thanks for being there for me."

"Y-Yeah..." He stuttered a little, his cheeks turning pink as he stood back up and looked away, "It's no problem."

I had to laugh at how adorable he looked, holding my ribs but giggling to keep my pain down as he turned from pink to red, snapping at me playfully:

"Who are you laughing at, huh?!"

"I'm sorry," I wheezed softly, wincing at my ribs and seizing up.

"Stop laughing before you hurt yourself even more," He scolded, holding me upright by the shoulder, squeezing and getting some of the tension in my body to go away.

"That Jin sure is strong," I panted quietly, the pain making me say, "I should've let you kick his ass."

"Yeah, you should have," His eyes rolled but fixed on me, growing with more anger towards Jin as he noticed how hard I closed my eyes, fighting off some tears. Sitting me up in a position where my ribs wouldn't hurt as much, hugging me softly and whispering, "You can let it out if you need to, okay?"

As much as we toyed and messed with each other, knowing how deeply he cared for me made my emotions spike up again; gently hugging him back, again trying to cope with all the feelings by joking around again, whispering to him:

"Thanks, you big softy."

"Cut me a break," He huffed, chuckling himself and making me freeze when his head laid on mine, whispering back, "You should know by now that you're special to me."

My heart started pounding, something deep in my heart making me tilt my head, gazing up at him:

"Hey, Hwoarang..."

"Yeah?"

I couldn't contain how I felt about him, kissing him when his gaze met mine. His kiss back was so soft and sweet, holding his cheek as it grew deeper, his arms still gentle as they closed around me more.

Our lips broke away with a quiet gasp, but we shared a smile, telling him:

"You're special to me, too."

"Well, yeah, it's me." He was always so cocky, making me roll my eyes playfully, but I was the one who was all flustered when he kissed me when I wasn't looking, winking at me and chuckling as I looked at him with butterflies multiplying in my stomach, "About time this happened..." 

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[gay-dorito-dust]

I hear you write for tekken!!! So idk if ur okay with this but: Jin Kazama x fem reader post sex cuddles and sweet nothings XD

This man has a slutty waist, why am I a slut for a man with a slutty waist it’s not fair- anyways this is my first time writing for something like this, so if it comes off shit that’s why. 🦦

‘I wasn’t too rough was I?’ Was the first thing Jin asked whilst holding you firmly against his chest, his strong hands were splayed across your back and his fingers were on the verge of lulling you to sleep with their gently and soothing caresses.

‘Rough? No. Passionate and romantic? Absolutely but I wasn’t exactly complaining now was I.’ You teased with a hoarse voice that was slowly but surly recovering. You had to admit your were a little sore in places but it wasn’t like it was completely unpleasant to the point you’d have to say something about it.

After all you knew how seriously Jin took you and your safety that even if you did mention it, he’d be out of bed before you know it to find something to relieve your soreness whilst treating you like glass in the process; something you have got to help him unlearn because you knew you weren’t going to break under his touch but he didn’t.

Sweet as that might be, sometimes you just want to be held in the well defined arms of your beautiful man and soak in the aftermath together with nothing but the sound of your breathing for company.

‘I’m serious, you need to tell me if I’m ever going too far next time.’ Jin insisted as he looked down at you with a serious expression. ‘I don’t want to ever cause you harm…no matter the circumstance.’ You understood his fear but in that moment you couldn’t get it out of your head of how lucky you were to have someone as ethereal as Jin in your life as you reached a hand out to hold the side of his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

‘And I’m serious when I say that you could never hurt me Jin. I put my trust in you for a reason and you’ve never gave me a reason to regret that decision.’ You told him softly as you pulled him in close without waiting for him to say anything, just so that you could kiss him on the lips, melting at the sweetness of it as you weaved your lips between one another; savouring it at your own pace and committing it to memory so that you’d never forget the taste of his kiss. Something that you were starting to think was impossible because how could you possibly be made to forget a kiss as unique and enticing as Jin’s?

‘What did ever I do to deserve someone as beautiful, as kind and understanding as you after all I’ve done or will ever do afterwards this moment?’ Jin asked upon pulling away, tucking you even closer against him as though he was fearing that you’d be taken from him in that very moment. You traced shapes into his broad chest before planting a few quick kisses there before making yourself at home within the crook of his neck, nosing the skin there affectionately.

‘Just being you.’ You replied softly, moving a hand to play with his hair, hearing him hum in content. ‘It may not sound like much of a reason but to name just a single thing that I love about you should be illegal when I love you in your entirety.’ You added, feeling the need to let everything you’ve been keeping inside out while given the chance. You didn’t want to regret anything later on nor leave a single thing unsaid between the two of you. ‘Good and the bad because it wouldn’t be nearly as genuine a love if I only focused solely on your good traits. I wouldn’t be loving you authentically if I did.’ You concluded, feeling a weight finally remove itself from your chest.

‘Then I too want to love you as authentically as possible.’ Jin stated as though it was fact. ‘Allow me to love your flaws as I do the rest of you, frivolously and without a second thought, for you have opened me up the idea that love is anything but beautiful, that love is patient, kind and considerate of those who are a little more lenient to let themselves freely fall into it.’

Jin then rested his forehead against the top of your head, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply, wanting to engrave this moment to memory in hopes of having something to look back at fondly. ‘You’ve shown me all of that and so much more that I don’t think I could possibly hope to repay you for all you’ve done for me but I can only try.’

You smiled as you began to close your eyes also, finally conceding to your body’s desire to fall fast asleep, though not before saying. ‘You already do Jin, you already do and I couldn’t be even more in love, if that’s even possible.’ You let out a sleepy chuckle and felt Jin gently kiss into your head.

‘I’m glad to hear that because you’ve made me a really, really happy man that I didn’t know I could even be.’ He mutters.

‘You deserve to be happy Jin, more then anyone.’ You sluggishly responded, kissing his neck.

[xxladyballadxx]

Stupidity

⁠♡ Hwoarang x (fem) Reader ⁠♡

♡ Drabble ♡ Wordcount: 622 words ♡

Summary: Your cocky ass boyfriend came back home with a few bruises and cuts on his face.

♡ dividers by: @saradika-graphics ♡

You were waiting for Hwoarang to come back for dinner, it has been 10-15 minutes and he hasn’t arrived home yet. You stood up from the dinner table with a sigh escaping your lips, looking at the clock above you, “Just where the hell are you, you idiot?” 

A sound of a door unlocked alarmed you as you rushed over to the hallway and gasped out of  shock, seeing that Hwoarang arrived in his messed up state. Some parts of his face were covered in bruises, a knife cut on the right cheek which was dripping blood down to his chin. Hell, he’s got another cut at the right corner of his forehead. 

“What the fuck happened to you, Hwoarang?!” You shouted in worry, cupping his face to take a closer look at him. Not too rough since he’s a little hurt. Hwoarang sighed with a scowl, “Nothing! I’m fine!” you could feel the obvious lie coming from his mouth, you didn’t appreciate his tone towards you. 

“Don’t give me that fucking attitude, mister!” You dragged him to the front room to clean his face and to disinfect the little cuts on the cheek and forehead. Looks like your man got some explaining to do while you sort his cocky face out and put some ointment on his minor bruises. 

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So apparently Hwoarang got into a big aggravating fight with a group of street gangsters. It’s insane how he managed to beat the shit out of them all on his own. How it all happened; One of the street gangsters bumped into Hwoarang and demanded him to apologize WHEN that bastard should be the one apologizing to Hwoarang. Your boyfriend was so furious, he threw a roundhouse kick towards the man and the rest of the street gangsters started to rush against him. Hwoarang struck them down without hesitation. 

“So there’s that..” Hwoarang slammed his hands onto the table along with his eyes rolled in frustration. You put his empty plate away in the sink and began to wash them, shaking your head at his brashful behaviour, “You are such an arrogant bastard sometimes, Hwoarang..” 

“Hey! They fucking started it!” 

“...I was worried sick, Hwoarang. I thought something terrible happened to you..” your tone changed sentimentally. You moved your hands away from the sink and began to dry them with a clean tea towel. 

Hwoarang noticed the sudden change in your voice, there are times where he always seems to make you worry a lot. Especially when it comes to problematic situations and getting into a lot of fights with street gangs outside. He walked up to you, holding your hands as his softening gaze became locked on yours, “Look, I’m sorry. It was stupid. I couldn’t help it. Guys like them always seem to find a way to bite me in the back. They piss me off so much and-” 

You shut him up by pressing your lips on his, gripping his shoulders as you deepened the kiss. Hwoarang scooped you into arms and pulled his head away for a moment, “So does that mean you forgive me?” 

You giggled, pecking a soft kiss at the right corner of his lips, “Honestly, sweetie, I don’t know what to do with you at times.” 

“Sorry for making you worry, babe.” 

“It’s all good, sweetie..” You caressed the side of his face tenderly, a gentle-warming touch giving Hwoarang a flush. You pulled yourself away from him and said, “You know…you can make it up to me by sorting your clothes out in the wardrobe..” you cooed, walking off in a speeding manner with a chuckle. You legged upstairs as he chased you from behind, “Oh come on baby! Cut me some slack!”

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a/n - I am so deeply in love with this cocky ass man so I've decided to writer another fanfic of him! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I dig a fictional man who is so hot-headed and annoying as fuck.

That man, ladies and gentleman, is my cocky goofy ass husband Hwoarang ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

[luneariaa]

Hi, I would like a headcanon of what Lee chaolan x fem's wedding would be like! reader

hii-!! 💜 i love the idea so much,, and i apologize if there's any mistakes since this is my first time writing for Lee!

(o´▽`o) 💜💐 ( and the amount of fics + hcs of him here is criminally low ).

. dividers by @/saradika-graphics and @/cafekitsune ! 🦄

-`✧´- wedding headcanons.

you know you won in life when lee decided to marry and take you as his wife, since marriage is quite a serious and a big thing to him. he is ready to fully commit himself to you.

that's when you know how sincere he is regarding that specific topic.

he would be SUPER loyal to you and change some of his ways FOR YOU.

not his charm and playfulness though like never- it stays.

he'll treat you like his only queen 10000%.

you knew that he's going to be the one for you since he decided to take a step forward with you-- especially when proposing for marriage.

anyway, i just know for sure that the wedding day would be SOOO grand! like the guests list would be endless, and he's not afraid to flaunt everything off ( in a good way perhaps! )

he would pick the BEST wedding dress for you, which obviously would be pricey as heck; made by a well-known designer and brand of your choice if you have any.

he wouldn't mind spending lots of money and possibly going broke for you ( which means never, cuz he got that unlimited money bank going on so he would happily spend lots on you lmao ).

also omg let's talk about the meals-- they would def be those high, first class type of meals being prepared there.

and i personally think that lee would want the wedding to be held with a whole grand hall being rented on, or just within his already large, luxurious mansion.

atp knowing how he is, he probably would want to do the whole wedding venue two times-- bc he's THAT guy.

also, alisa and xiaoyu gonna be your bridesmaids bc the idea is just too cute to me <33

lars and jin gonna be his ( jin mainly joins bc of xiaoyu's convincing lmao ).

claudio might be one of those chefs and waiters ( just wanna add him hh- )

overall, lee is gonna admire and cherish you a LOT nonetheless of where you both decided to marry. he's just happy to be able to properly claim you and finally call you his wife to the whole world <33 !!

and and i just thought that he probably would rent a whole island or like, take you to travel other countries during your honeymoon phase with him; entirely your pick, he wouldn't mind.

i got carried away hhh i hope you liked this! <333

@luneariaa. do not repost; reblogs are alright. all rights reserved.

[spextr1m]

Would it be more funnier if you're Jin's s/o, while hes sleeping and you told him that you're gonna go outside to buy things only he didnt respond sooo you ended up flicking his forehead and he ended up startled.

If you're Reina's s/o, we all know this gal can switch facade and her true personality. Sooo she didnt pay an attention what you're saying (its on purpose) soo you flick her forehead and her eyes are widened, she said "Ow-"

Imagine you're dating Hwoarang and before he has his growth, he usually fights thugs and then ended up having his ass whoop so bad that you have to flick his forehead only he cusses in Korean like "ssibal"

[fandomnerd9602]

Lili saunters up to Y/N…

Lili: I have you all to myself

Y/N: only you

Asuka walks in and gasps…

Asuka: brother?! What are you doing with her?!

Lili wraps her arms around Y/N…

Lili: because I can have whoever and whatever I want

Y/N: she’s spoken

For @ma1egamer

[darkdevasofdestruction]

When They Save You ~ Tekken

Characters: Kazuya Mishima, Sergei Dragunov, Kunimitsu, Ling Xiaoyu

I never expected to fall in love with Tekken as much as I did, but here we are. This is my New Year’s gift for you, and especially for my dear friend @atomicpunch99​ whose idea I’m using. Enjoy getting saved by your lovely lady friends, little one~

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SERGEI DRAGUNOV

You were a scientist working for your country’s Government, and in a joint project with Russia, you and some of your colleagues were sent to do medical engineering research there and analyse the probes at their laboratories, as they were far more developed than the ones you were used to.

As you were the only one both brave and intelligent, therefore you were tasked with being the leader of your people, under the Russian patronage. When they deemed the results of your research to be satisfactory, the General under whom you were working had to send one Russian researcher along with one from your country to infiltrate in an enemy lab and steal their own work, a certain device, but also wipe everything, it was clear that all your co-workers were too afraid to go forward, fearing for their lives - After all, this wasn’t what they signed up to! Locking themselves in a safe laboratory was what they did for a living.

Sighing, you went ahead and nominated yourself, and together with the Russian researcher you were to follow the plan made by the spies. Thankfully, you were going to have a guard - His name is Sergei Dragunov, the best in his field. His pale face, that scar on his lip, those gargoyle-like eyes, all in contrast with that dark, dark hair made him look intimidating and scary. His height and uniform, but also his imposing presence and his lack of words made even his brethren shudder in fear. He was sworn to protect them with their life, so there was nothing to be afraid.

Your journey through the forest was filled with silence and more silence, as you tried to initiate a conversation with him. You asked him about his culture, about songs, about weapons even - He merely stared back at you, his eyes peering so deep into your soul, that for once, you felt that you were the specimen being watched at the microscope.

It wasn’t until you got attached by a bunch of mercenaries that you first heard a grunt from your protector. He was beating down so easily tens and tens of enemies, while you and your partner hid. You admired his fighting style - It was strong, but also leisure and elegant, using perfect technique backed up by a monstrous strength. But gazing so fondly at the man protecting you was enough to drop your guard down without even realising. 

One enemy, however - The last one standing - In his desperation, caught you and dragged you up by the hair, his forearm over your neck to choke you, the cold steel of the rifle against your temple. “I’ll kill her! I swear I’ll fucking kill her! You monster, Dragunov! White Angel of Death!” Sergei merely stared down the pathetic enemy holding a hostage, and he growled like a wild animal baring his teeth - Even now, however, he did not speak. “It’s either you or her, Dragunov! I know those rich fat fucks care about her brains only - The only researcher in her field that can do something of this magnitude. To think they would be dumb enough to leave her unprotected.” his grip laxed against your throat, allowing you to breath properly. “Huh. And she’s such a pretty thing too. Maybe I can throw her to the ground and have my way with her? Would that bother you? Nah, doubt it. You’re a monster, you only care about getting your mission done, and --” before he could speak again, so lost in his own hatred for Sergei, he didn’t notice you had pushed his forearm just far enough for you to slip away and side step him, grabbing his hand and pulling the trigger towards his own head. Your face was painted scarlet. 

“You speak too much.” you muttered, stepping away from him. “Systema.” Sergei spoke for the first time since you’ve known him. You couldn’t help but smile at him, happy that your small, yet very effective technique pulled a win. “Yes. I learnt Systema after getting threatened like that the first time. I was 14, just barely employed by the Gov.” you loved watching technical fights, and did your best to learn the best way to defend yourself. Systema was the best MMA fighting style for self-defense. It was Russian. “It’s not as remarkable when I do it. You, using Sambo, however, looks far more fascinating - And intimidating. I’d be afraid to be your enemy.” you chuckled lightly, yet he only hummed in acknowledgement. Sergei took a handkerchief from his coat pocket, and cupping your face gently, he wiped the blood from your face. “You did well.” his praise, he had no idea made your hear beat a thousand miles per second, yet the sweet and tender smile that you gave him, gazing back into those cold eyes like the Siberian ice, made him melt with your warmth.

That night, you had to camp outside, in a small tent. Sergei made a campfire and ate a sandwich while he used snow water, boiled, to make himself some fruit tea. It was late into the night, and you didn’t want to let him stay all alone, in the freezing cold - Though he says he’s used to it. You sit on a log next to the fire as he passes his cup for you to drink.

It is here that you learn of his fascination with trains, old and new, how each model works, what they are good for, their speed, their endurance, even the weapons they can have attached to them. It was rather interesting, hearing him speak about a subject you barely had idea idea of, but the more you chatted, the later it got... And his baritone voice was so velvety and soothing, that in combination with the hot tea and the mild cold from outside, you felt drowsy, so you leaned your head on his broad shoulder. It was unexpectedly comfortably.

Sergei said nothing, except putting his arm around your body, pulling you against his chest. Before you fell asleep, you found yourself with a cheeky smirk, hearing the man hum so beautifully some kind of melody unknown to you. “One of these days, I’ll kiss that scar on your lips.” you felt an amused exhale from him, as his grip tightened. Once he was sure you were sleeping, he leaned down to plant a kiss on top of your head. “Zayka moya. (My bunny)” he muttered against your soft hair.

--- KAZUYA MISHIMA

Kazuya fondly recalls the few, yet beautiful memories of his short childhood while meditating under the freezing water from the cascade. His mother’s warm embraces, her encouraging words... His grandfather’s sage advice as he taught his new fighting techniques that he could use against his dreadful father, his patience also, as he never got upset if he screwed up...

And then there was that sweet smile of yours that was able to get him through any hardship.

Your family and his were very close business partners - So close, in fact, that unbeknownst to either of you, your parents had you betrothed to one another . It was very satisfying, watching the two of you interact so well, it was going to be a successful arranged marriage that will produce capable heirs, and -

And Heihachi threw his son off a cliff.

Kazuya often wondered how you were doing. Hopefully, at least you were alive, and untouched by his own demon of a father. He killed Jinpachi, and he killed Kazumi. Like hell he’d let him kill you as well, if you’re still alive.

He once promised you that he will become the strongest fighter there is - And he is going to prove himself, by destroying his own father. 21 years he trained his body, mind and soul, just for this battle alone. To kill Heihachi Mishima. He was going to make you proud, he swore, clutching tightly the necklace that you have gifted him, long ago. 

Finally, after so many years, Kazuya was ready to destroy his arch enemy - Entering the Tekken tournament that was being held by his own father, and he joined in, easily making it all the way to the top. Now, the final was going to take place, and he was fighting Heihachi - The perfect vengeance plan was going to unfold.

As he walked towards the fighting ground, but instead of his father, he saw a beautiful woman, looking distraught. She looked small, and frail, and completely out of place - Yet at soon as he he linked eyes with her, they both froze in place. “Kazuya...?” he heard you whisper out his name. He couldn’t believe it. The woman, grown, so ethereal before his very eyes -- It was the cute little girl that would hug him and kiss him all the time, that he would play tag and chase around the garden... And she would always praise him when he’d show off, training at the dojo. “You’re alive...! You’re alive, I can’t believe it!” “What are you doing here?” he asked, only to see his father’s silhouette prancing behind you, his large hand over your shoulder, gripping tight enough to make you whimper.

It turns out, Heihachi had his men kidnap you and keep you guarded, used as bait for Kazuya, just to make sure he was truly dead. Surely, if he wasn’t, he’d fight tooth and nail against him, just to save his beloved from the grasp of the monster, otherwise, he would kill you also, and he would have to watch the life leave your very eyes.

Even more enraged than before, Kazuya destroyed the traitor that his father was, and in the most symbolistic act of revenge, he threw him off the very same cliff from which he, himself, had been thrown. He then made his way back to your side, and though almost afraid at first, he pulled you into a tight embrace, astounded at feeling your heart beating against his chest so rapidly. “Why did you never tell me you were alive? I missed you so much...” you muttered, resting your forehead against his torso. “I was afraid you might become a target, meant to get to me. I did not want people to know I was still alive. Now that I have finally gotten my revenge, I can take over the company and live a normal life... If you’ll still have me.” he cupped your face, and glued his forehead to your own - For the first time since that day, 21 years ago, he achieved true peace. “There’s nothing else that I would love more than to spend every day of my life by your side.” Kazuya was happy. Truly happy.

--- KUNIMITSU

Kunimitsu tried, yet failed once again, to steal Yoshimitsu’s legendary sword. She had failed her mother’s wishes once more, and she was more evil than ever. In her blind, rageful plight, she didn’t realise she rammed hard into a person, stumbling together to the ground. She groaned, cursing herself for not paying attention, and getting up, she looked to see what victim she made - It was a man, struggling to get up.

She said nothing - Instead, she wanted to turn about and leave, but the gasp of pain as the man couldn’t get up, made her feel guilty. Men must live with the consequences of their actions - She remembers her Master’s teachings, and she put the man on her back and said no word - Yet they reached no settlement, and her own home was pretty far away, so they had to camp. “Stay.” she grumbled at him, putting the man carefully on a log as she bandaged his leg and went to get some food and water.

In the meantime, you could only sit quietly and patiently until the ninja lady returned to take care of you. Though you tried to have a proper conversation with her, to explain that she needn’t take care of you and all that - She did not answer at all. Instead, she got up. “Go sleep. I’ll keep watch.” it wasn’t easy, sleeping on the grass by the campfire, but it was the only thing you could do until she could finally get you home. But the dream world came unexpectedly faster, aided by the sweet sound of a flute melody playing ever so soothingly, accompanied only by the silent breeze and the choir of toads and crickets.

The next day, the ninja went to get some food so you wouldn’t leave the place on an empty stomach, but did not expect to get you attacked by petty thieves trying to rob you. “Leave him alone.” she sneered, at at the speed of light, everyone was dead, in pieces, on the ground. You couldn’t but gasp - If you had blinked, you’d have missed all the gracious moves that she had performed at the such speed - She was, by far, the most beautiful miracle that you ever experienced. “Th-Thank you...” you manage to stammer out, gulping at the intimidating ninja lady who just saved you from the threatening robbers. “Don’t thank me for taking a life.” putting out the fire, she put you on her back again, yet this time, she managed to get you back home. 

You asked if she wanted to stay the night and rest, have a proper warm meal and a comfortable bed to stay at - But she refused. She had to return to her ill mother, after all.

Watching the kunoichi disappear before your very eyes, you sighed pitifully - You know you would miss interacting with this lady, although she didn’t exactly reciprocate - But she wasn’t hostile either, so it must account for something!

Though you fell asleep to the thought of the strong ninja lady protecting you, the moment you woke up, you found on the pillow next to you, something odd. It was an origami fox, and on it, there was a name written.

Kunimitsu

--- LING XIAOYU

The two of you became immediate best friends in highschool, being in the same class - She was so beautiful, and always cheerful and positive, not to mention supportive with every of your hobbies! You had no idea she was a fighter, though the toned muscles of her slender, feminine arms should have made it obvious that she enjoyed working out, more or less.

Or perhaps you should have picked up on this thing when she’d confidently stand up for you when you’d get bullied. The way she’d beat up those jerks was outstanding, and you couldn’t but stare starstruck at her.

She’d even take you on rides on Panda whenever you’d fell down by something happening in your life�� - She’d say she loves hanging out with you, because you’re nice to her all the time, and you genuinely want to see her being happy. “You’re just so pretty when you smile!” she’d say, making you feel all flustered up.

It was you, the first person who ever knew and supported her in her dream of becoming a proper fighter - But because she was a woman, her family didn’t support her. But you did. You always did, and will continue to do so. 

And you were the person that she brought along when she was finally able to join a Tekken tournament - You were worried for her, but at the same time, you were happy that she could finally accomplish her desires.

Every time she’d get hit, you cringe, feeling her pain - And every time she’d win, you’d cheer the loudest on her - And when she was finished with the fight, she’d jump-hug you and kiss your cheek.

But being such a renowned Tekken fighter meant that she often had enemies... Enemies who ended up ganging up on you and threatening you, unless you call her to get over. You refused at first, but after getting a pistol at your temple, you called Xiaoyu, telling her to meet up, but also that she’s in danger if she does.

She wasn’t afraid though. Xiaoyu is fearless - And more than anything, Xiaoyu is mad. How dare anyone harm the person she loves so much? They were going to pay for it! Dropping down from a building, she kicked and jabbed away at all the weapon-wielding villains, knocking them all down, before whistling for Panda to come over and carry the two of you away.

“Are you okay?!” she looked so upset as she hugged you tightly to her chest. “I’m so sorry I put you in danger like that! I... I didn’t think anyone would go so far! It’s not like I have any vendetta against people... Ohh, maybe we should stop being friends, I don’t want to put you in danger like that ever again!” she was so gloomy, genuinely shuddering at the idea of you being threatened like that again - So very worried, that you couldn’t help but kiss her to stop worrying so much. “It’s okay, Xiaoyu, it’s really okay. I-I knew you’d protect me. You always do... So I wasn’t afraid!” you reassured her, though your cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment, and you couldn’t even meet her eyes. Xiaoyu giggled sweetly, throwing her arms around your neck and peppering your face with kisses. “That was sooo adorable~!”

[kazamasthings]

tekken characters and short relationship headcanons

characters: christie monteiro, jun kazama, sergei dragunov and jin kazama

christie monteiro

our beloved christie is a very cheerful and positive person! she is always seen fighting for other people and never for revenge or to just harm someone for no reason, it makes me think that she she would be a lover who would always put her lover's needs above her own. christie genuinely cares about you. she always tries to cheer you up if your down but if you just want a hug its ok her hugs are the best in the world. as a brazilian, christie will obviously take you to brazil. she's always like "honey, you're gonna love it when you try coxinha with guarana for the first time". if you watch the world cup together and you don't support brazil she will be upset (until the match ends)

jun kazama

this woman deserves all the best in the world. she is a sweetheart! jun is such a loving woman with such a big heart, but at the same time she is also very strong and mature. a relationship with her will always be covered in love and understanding. jun is always there for you, she can tell what youre feeling just by looking at each other and then she'll give you the best advice and then the sweetest kiss ever. I also see jun as someone who likes to present you with self-made gifts, like lovely, smelling letters... she definitely wants to adopt a pet with you!

sergei dragunov

ok if you think he is a man who is merciless to his enemies who serves his country above all else and takes pride in it...you are totally right! but who says even the cold sergei can't fall in love? he has a strong personality but inside he is kind to you! if you like to cook and welcome him with your favorite dish after a long period of work, you will melt his heart. sergei is someone serious And he wouldn't enter a relationship without being sure he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. his favorite cuddling time is when he's with you on a cold winter day, he makes you hot drinks and snuggles up to watch a good musical. he really appreciates music and enjoys singing to you. he also writes poems while he is away from you and gives you when you meet again. you have a box of his poems.

jin kazama im sorry but im a jin, hwoarang and steve fox enthusiast so i always want to write about one of them or all of them hahaha

this poor babe has serious trust issues so if he got into a relationship with you it's because he completely trusts you. don't break his trust! during part of his life he can live well and happily with his mother, he learned to love, so some part of him still wants to love and romance. jin is destroyed inside because he was betrayed by people who should love him, so he is insecure about showing his feelings, in fact he doesnt even know how. he carries a heavy burden, but you've always been so good to him... even if he has the blood of a demon, you still love him and tell him, that's why he looks at you with so much love. he is filled with hope when he thinks of you. jin kazama's thoughts while looking at you: i need to end this hatred to make a better world for everyone, but especially for you.

[fastandcute]

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[tkimaginations]

Yoshimitsu

Imagine(s):

Nothing for now...

Headcanon(s):

Nothing for now...

[itjazzbicch]

A Sun is Born

Pairing: Claudio Serafino x Mishima!Devil!Reader 

My first time writing for Claudio, so I hope I did well!

Summary: Their entire life being nothing but pain and fighting to awaken their devil and please their father, the reader finally has enough when the opportunity for their own freedom presents itself, hoping to find purification in Italy from the exorcist, Claudio, who learns that the reader is no devil...

Warnings: The reader is mentioned to have faced death and has a messed up past (but that's about it!)

Word Count: 1.3k 

My father and grandfather had been fighting one another for far too long, but at this point, I didn't care anymore. For the first time in my life, I was disobeying my father and doing what I wanted, doing what I felt was right even though I was scared.

Tonight, my life was going to change forever. I wasn't sure if Father would hunt me down once he noticed I was gone. It was too late to try and theorize every consequence of the actions I was about to perform.

Italy was a beautiful place, finding the Arches of Sirius Exorcists and their leader:

"You're Claudio Serafino, correct?"

"I am..." Looking in the corner of his eye, he could see my figure in the shadows of the cathedral, stepping out and pulling my hood down as I introduced myself:

"I'm Y/N. Y/N Mishima...."

His eyes widened with shock. At first, he was speechless, his mind racing with thoughts and questions, but he asked in a severe but soft tone:

"A Mishima? Are you another one of Heihachi's children?"

"No," I answered, trying to keep my emotions back as I hated to say, "Kazuya Mishima is my father."

"I thought Jin was his only child." Claudio grew more perplexed, looking towards the moonlight shining through the glass and onto my face. Staring intensely into my eyes, his intuition told him I was being truthful, swallowing a breath as he asked one last question, "What brings you here?"

My life with my father was brutal. For as long as I can remember, it was all about fighting, training, and gaining power. Nothing else. I couldn't even dare to mess up, or there would be consequences.

All those thoughts made me tear up, crying to this man who was still but a stranger to me, shaking as my body pulsated, my eyes piercing into his as they turned bright red against the moonlight, begging in my cry:

"Help me. Please, Claudio."

--------

That was six months ago, and almost every day, I wondered about my father. Did he know where I was and didn't care? Either way, this war and the madness he was causing needed to be put to an end.

I was fortunate to create a bond with Claudio. I wanted to purge this devil from within me, and he offered me hope and a future along with it. Although we had so much to learn and needed to communicate as, the brother I had never met, Jin Kazama, had faced off with our father. Then a new King of The Iron Fist Tournament?

As much as I hated it, I may need this devil's power to help achieve our shared goal.

We were getting closer and closer as Claudio and I met Zafina, who had excellent knowledge of the devil gene and its origin.

"So, you have Azazel's power in your arm..." Claudio was fixed on her arm, to see a form of the devil itself was quite the sight for a sorcerer and I could only watch in shock.

I had hoped every day that maybe this was all a bad dream, but it was right before me. Watching Zafina's hand glow, she pulled out a dark orb, placing it in her hand, showing this red star being consumed by a dark force.

"Jin's light is diminishing..." She began to explain. It seemed to be that Jin was the key to finishing off Father, which I had no complaints about, but as I stared into that orb, my eyes gazing on her purple claw, my body pulsated hard, a pound in my head, which made me shut my eyes quickly.

"Y/N..." Claudio immediately sensed my discomfort, so caring as he took my hand softly, stepping closer to whisper, "Are you okay, dear?"

"Yeah," I lied, taking a deep breath and barely opening my eyes to seek his confirmation, beginning to pant softly, "May I be excused?"

"No need to ask," He whispered, concerned as I turned away from him, going to a balcony nearby, hoping the fresh air would help.

It must've been Azazel's power. It was the origin of the power within me, and my devil was responding to Azazel within Zafina.

Groaning out, I began to hold my head, remembering how my father made my entire life hell and pushed me to the brink of death, all to make me 'stronger.' My teeth started to sharpen the more I groaned, feeling the tips of my horns trying to escape my temple.

"No," I gritted out, my body tensing up as I hunched over a little, the memories continuing to flood my mind, but my heart telling me, "I'm not like him!"

Gasping for air, I was able to keep my devil suppressed. Stabilizing with deep breaths, I cleared my head as intense, dark emotions always led to something like this happening. After a few moments, I opened my eyes, looking at the pretty blue sky and clouds, trying to smile and be proud that I was able to handle myself, but I jumped slightly as I heard a soft, caring voice behind me:

"You're so strong, my dear..."

I had a feeling Claudio would come to check on me, a tiny smile on my face as he had seen the little fight I had within myself. His compliment made my cheeks warm. Looking away from him as I tried not to look so flustered, whispering:

"I guess I am."

"Believe in yourself, Y/N," Stepping closer and taking my hand, it was the first time in my life that I had someone's pure and genuine encouragement, "It takes great strength in one's mind and heart to overcome the things that you have."

"T-Thank you, Claudio," Looking at my hand in his, a tear fell from my eyes, a bit embarrassed that I didn't know what care was like, but I was grateful, a few more tears leaking out as he caressed my cheek next, wiping away those tears, a smile growing on his face as our gazes met.

He could easily read the emotions I felt through my eyes, stroking my cheek once more before wrapping his arm around my neck, pulling me to his chest, his other arm wrapping around my waist as he kept me warmly embraced.

Burying my face in his chest, I couldn't help but quiver from fighting off cries. I had never hugged anyone. All my memories were horrible ones, and to know that I could look back on this and be happy made my heart overflow with passionate emotions.

Squeezing me some as he felt my quivers, he placed his head alongside mine, whispering to me softly:

"And as you said, you are not like him. Deep in your heart, I know that you are pure, amor."

His care and sweetness were going to make my heart explode; growing some courage, I picked my head up a little to look at him with a single eye.

The way the sun shined into his heavenly blue eyes only made my heart thump harder, but it felt so good, and it was such a divine sight that I couldn't look away.

With a fingertip, he gently pushed my chin up, showing my face, his little smile against the sunlight making him look even more handsome; my eyes shut when I felt his nose brush past mine, feeling a slight shock when our lips pecked each other softly, then pressing into a deeper, tender kiss, my handful of his jacket and never wanting to let this go.

I pressed my lips for as long as I could before my head fell a little, gasping a little, giggling as his hand rubbed up and down my back, cooing to me:

"Breathe, amor."

"I'm sorry," I giggled, growing quiet as I found his eyes and immediately got lost again, "I just couldn't get enough..."

"Don't apologize or worry," In my dark world, I had finally found a sun that was so bright that there were no shadows. He was my sun, believing his every word as he was now my new and sure hope, his smile so precious and handsome as he put his nose against mine, "You'll get plenty more." 

2024 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey I’m the anon that asked if you write for Tekken 👉🏻👈🏻 I always like the grumpy x sunshine trope, and I was wondering if you can write headcanons for Kazuya with an s/o like that? Very soft, sweet, affectionate, I feel in a way it would also be funny 😆

Idk if this is what you wanted but I have it my best shot. 🦦

Not me back on my Brutus and Pixie agenda (seriously it’s my favourite thing to reference at this point.)

All I’m going to say is; it’s not easy showing kindness to a man who had been so vastly removed from it from a young age, and the only memory he has of experiencing such kindness was from his mother; which in of itself was merely candlelight in comparison to the suffocating darkness.

So needless to say if you keep at it, not showing agitation or anger towards his inability to see your acts of kindness towards him as just that; pure acts of kindness. Then Kazuya will slowly -baby steps mind you, extremely small baby steps- begin to believe it to some extent.

Everyday is an uphill battle but you were willing to fight it forever without ever showing an ounce of fatigue if it meant earning Kazuya’s trust. Something that he one day noticed and will- in his own unique way- show his gratitude for sticking by him for as long as you have.

Let’s hypothetically say he came back injured, you naturally wanted to help him but much like showing affection or acknowledging how he felt towards you, he will have those walls up again faster then you could blink. It’s just natural for him this way to never pay any mind to the ‘weaker’ side to himself and reject any and all notions that could possibly end up in him becoming ‘soft’ and ‘pliable’ for those who might have it out for him.

So imagine the feeling of achievement you’d get the moment Kazuya let’s you tend to his wounds, listening silently as he slowly began to open up to you, even if it was a little bit, it was still something to celebrate for the both of you; especially when going forward into this relationship where you’d gradually bear your entire heart to the other, letting them see the most vulnerable parts of yourselves and silently praying that the other doesn’t destroy you with it in the future…

And imagine how nice it was to be hugged by a pair of strong arms, held against a firm chest by powerful hands and just finding yourself melting into him…smiling softly at the fact that Kazuya wanted to hold you out of his own accord. Feeling protected from any and all harm that could come your way. It was enough to make you want to cry but instead you smiled brightly and told him how utterly proud you were of him for taking the first step, for taking a chance on something he was once so vividly against.

This man looks like he’s never be told that someone was proud of him ever in his life. So hearing someone who had nothing but the most wholesome of intentions with him say it? He’s not going to know how to react, but from the way his grip on you would tighten slightly told you more than enough as you reminded yourself to keep reminding him how proud you were.

Is it a stretch to say that he would be protective? Especially towards the person who had shown him their truest self and shown him how being in love and being loved don’t inherently make you weak or lesser than, boldly proving him -a man dead set in his ways- wrong on several occasions and him not feeling an ounce of anger but instead a weird sense of relief? So Kazuya will want to keep you away from the shadier side of things in the instance that he might not always be there to ward away unwanted attention.

He may not say it aloud but then again why would he when his actions were loud enough for you to understand their intentions, no matter how few and far between they might be but at least you knew that he would stand by you and keep you protected by any means necessary.

He just has a fear of loosing the one good thing in his life because of who he was; For if he were to loose you then everything he originally believed would then become truth, that it would become reality.

The fact that you were both opposites would be made apparent in everything that you did but that’s what made your relationship work when in any other circumstances it probably wouldn’t. However it only made your appreciation of the other stronger than before.

It’s not perfect, not that I’m saying it ever was, but ultimately the hardships are what made you treasure your relationship with the grumpy man even more. You didn’t try to change or ‘fix’ him because that was not your job, you’re not fixer and you knew that as much as he did and instead you -with your unwavering kindness and gentleness- had let him taken his time with getting to a level of comfortability with you where he knew he could relax beneath your touch instead of flinching away.

You soothed his scarred heart whilst also loving it unconditionally without feeling the need to change it to fit your fantasy.

[xxladyballadxx]

||Be With Me, Stay With Me||

ꨄ Hwoarang x (fem) Reader ꨄ

Summary: Hwoarang didn't like the idea of you marrying the man whom you barely even know. Your family arranged a marriage for you and you’ve been forced to deal with it. You didn’t have a choice. Even though you already have that special someone in your heart…

⚠︎TW: SIGNS OF BRUISES AND MENTIONS OF ABUSE⚠︎

❦ dividers by : @saradika-graphics ❦

After Hwoarang was finally done with the match, he walked over to the breakroom and spotted you sitting down so serenely on the bench waiting for him patiently. ��Hello there, you little bookworm.” Hwoarang opened his muscular arms wide open for you as you rushed over and swung your arms to hug him, “Hello, you cocky bastard.” 

“Enjoy the match?” Hwoarang curved a flirtatious smirk across his face when he asked you. You giggled, gently pulling away from him. “You did amazing out there. I knew you were going to kick his ass out there anyway. You pinched his cheeks. Hwoarang chuckled, putting your hands away from his charming face, “Of course I did! Because I’m awesome! I’m one of the greatest fighters ever!” Hwoarang boasted, jerking his thumb towards himself. 

You rolled your eyes at his intolerable behaviour. Always loves to boast about how strong he is and such things like that. It’s what you love about him. He’s a very good fighter with a strong heart. Hwoarang may not seem like it but he truly does have a good heart. “You know…” Hwoarang began to speak, scratching the back of his head with a little smile, “I’m actually quite glad that you’re here because I got something to tell you.” 

You twiddled with your thumbs nervously, “Well, I got something to tell you too…” looking down with your head lowered as your face saddened, you looked up to him and told him with a lot of regret weighing heavily on you, “I’m getting married…”

Hwoarang’s face darkened, “To who?” his voice sounded more angry and somehow upset. He didn't show it but you could tell by his tone. “My family arranged a marriage for me and I had no choice but to accept it. His name is John and he’s from a wealthy family…just like me.” You had a lot of regret in your heavy heart for telling him this news. 

His eyes moved to the sight where he spotted bruises at the sides of your neck which alarmed him. Hwoarang inches in closer and grasps your shoulders in anger showing a hint of worry, “(Name)?!  Did this ‘John’ guy do this to you?!” He fumed, demanding to know if it was him or not. It was that bastard John, he slapped and strangled you not so long ago. Causing bruises to show on your neck. You couldn’t tell Hwoarang about it. 

You pulled away and tried to hide it, “I-it’s nothing!” using your hair to shield the bruises on your neck even though it didn’t help much. 

“Don’t bullshit me, (Name), don’t you dare fucking lie to me.” His voice was fueling up with more anger. No point of lying straight to his scowling face. “I’m okay though. I’m fine.” As much as you want to admit it, you’re not fucking fine. You just got physically abused by your fiance, made you cry your heart out as he hurt you so badly. Hwoarang was growing sick and tired of your lies, “Where is this bastard? I’m going to fucking kill him..” he growled, threatening to beat the shit out of that man for hurting you. 

“Hwoarang, please…”

A silence swept in between you two, with a sad-angry gaze locking onto each other. Your heart began to get heavy, drowned in so much regret. You never wanted this to happen but it just did. Your family mentally abused you and said they would kick you out of the family if you don’t agree to marry John. 

“....Don’t marry him, (Name)..” Hwoarang said, not wanting you to marry that heartless prick. He doesn’t want you to be that bastard’s wife. He won’t allow it but what choice do you have anyway? 

“I have to do this…” you added, your voice shaking, “Otherwise my family will kick me out of their lives…” Hwoarang never realized you were going through this and he wondered how long you’ve been engaged to that man. His heart felt a sting of pain, killing him slowly. He was hurt and visibly upset by this, he tried so hard not to show it. 

How come you never told Hwoarang about this when you got engaged to the man you barely even know? Is it because you’re afraid he will leave you?

“There is no room for that evil, wicked man in my heart and he will never have my heart because there is already someone who has it. Someone who deserves my whole heart..” You were referring to Hwoarang, the man who you truly care about the most. Your eyes moved to look at him with a sad smile. Hwoarang became trapped in your gaze, his heart beating as you basically confessed to him. It was quite surprising coming from you because he wanted to be the first one to tell you. Hwoarang couldn’t find the courage to, he never experienced romance in his life and even thought he never needed anyone. Until he met you…

“(Name)..” Hworang walked up to you, his hand cupping the side of your face. The way he said your name in such a heartwarming, uplifting way just caused all the feelings to appear in your heart. Feeling its warmth inside you, coming from Hwoarang as he kissed you for the first time. You shed a few tears with Hwoarang hugging you close to him, your head buried into his chest. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to tell you, (Name)..” Hwoarang tightened the hug, not too tight since he might crush you with his muscular arms. “Oh Hwoarang…you know I will always choose you.” 

“(Name), please don’t marry that man…” 

Be with me, stay with me..

The words that he should have said to her..

To convince her to be with him…

Vanished like dust…

“Hwoarang, we can’t be together…I can’t..” 

Hwoarang growled and pulled away from you in frustration, no longer looking you in the eye. If you weren’t forced to marry that man by your parents, you and Hwoarang would be together. You know that it will never happen…

It was nothing for you two to say, Hwoarang was hurting and he wished that this didn’t happen. You marrying the man whom you barely knew crushed his heart into pieces. It crushed him. You bid a silent farewell to him, believing it would be the last time you will ever see him. You cried your way out of the break room, exiting the arena with your bruised-sore hands covering your crying eyes.  

On the other hand, Hwoarang didn’t move a muscle. He just stood here, visibly hurting inside. He didn’t even bother to run to get you. The whole silence broke when he let his anger burst into flames, causing him to punch the wall aggressively with such rage and heartbreak, leaving a smashed mark. His knuckles bleed when he threw a hard punch towards the wall, he seemed to be unbothered by it. Not giving a single fuck about his knuckles bleeding. 

The only thing he cares about right now is thinking of a way to save you from that forced marriage…

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The Wedding Day

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The maids threw the wedding dress on you as you looked deeply in the mirror with a depressing face. Wishing you could tore the dress to shreds. “Oh, don’t you look lovely, Miss (L/n)?” one of the maids said, fixing the lower part at the bottom of the dress. You didn’t respond to her because you weren’t in a mood to talk. You squeezed the bouquet in your hand in anger and held back the tears. You were thinking about Hwoarang. 

As the maids left you alone for a moment to tend to your parents, you sobbed in silence and lowered your head to the floor. You gasped in shock and held your head up as you heard something…

 “You little punk!” 

“Somebody stop him!” 

The security guards were shouting at someone down in the hallway outside your room. You began to wonder what the commotion was about. You were about to swing open the door when that certain person you know kicked down the doors.

“Hwoarang?!” you dropped your bouquet to the floor and rushed over to him, utterly shocked by his arrival. 

He winked, “In the flesh!” grabbing your wrist, Hwoarang rapidly slipped you out of the room and looked both ways in the hallway, seeing if there were any more security coming up. “Hwoarang! What are you doing here?!” 

“Isn’t it obvious?! I came here to save you from this mess and another reason; I don’t want you to marry that fucking bastard!” Hwoarang yelled, he wasn’t actually angry towards you. He was angry at the fact that you nearly married this man by force. 

Hwoarang was about to go to the left side until all the security surrounded him along with your parents appearing at the scene. “(Name)! Think about what you’re doing!” Your father pushed some of the security out of his way, his face twisted furiously when Hwoarang appeared in his sight, “You! How dare you barge in here and try to take my daughter away from me?!” 

His wife jerked her hand, motioning you to come over to their side, “(Name)! Step away from that man and come over here this instant!” 

You shake your head, holding Hwoarang’s hand tightly, “No, I won’t. I had enough of you and father lecturing me for one fucking day! Telling me what to do and not what to do when this is my fucking life!” Hwoarang felt glad that you had the courage to stand up against your parents. Somehow, he knew that you had it in you. 

“You dare to speak to us this way?! You live under our roof, you ungrateful wench!” 

“...Not anymore..” 

Hwoarang smirked, noticing the window was fully opened in your room. You shrieked when he carried you bridal style in his muscular arms, “Well Mrs (M/n) and Mr (F/n), it was nice seeing you! Say goodbye to your daughter as I will be taking her from you!” He rushed into the room with you in his arms jumping out of the window, landing on his feet as he hit the ground. 

‘Oh my fucking god, he’s quite a strong man..’ you were stunned by his landing. Bloody well, this guy is built different. Hwoarang put you down as you two rushed to his motorcycle. “Let’s get the hell out of here!” He hopped on his vehicle, starting the engine. Before you could get on, you lifted up your dress, grasping it tightly as you jumped on, wrapping your arms around Hwoarang’s waist. 

“Alright, let’s go!” Hwoarang turned his bike towards the exit gate and drove away from the mansion with (Y/n)’s parents coming out as one of them shouted, “(Name)!” 

Your father urged the security to come and get you, they hopped in the cars and drove off to chase after you. All didn’t work out until they lost track of you. Hwoarang managed to get away from them by trapping them in road work that was happening on the other side. They simply have no idea where Hwoarang lives, which is a relief. 

Hwoarang stopped his bike in his unopened garage, jumping out of his vehicle as he pulled down the huge door. You grunted, getting off his motorbike and stretching your back, “Finally, I can stand up again..” 

“What? Did you not find that fun?” Hwoarang asked, walking up to you with a bitter smirk. You let out a laugh towards his question, “Not going to lie but that was fun..” looking down at your wedding dress that got filth at the bottom but you don’t seem to give a shit about it. 

“Live with me, (Name)..” 

“Wait what?” he’s offering you to live with him since you had nowhere else to go. You didn’t know what to say. “Bloody hell, I wasn’t really asking, you know? Besides…” Hwoarang pulled you to him to give you a kiss attack on the lips, smirking “You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.” 

You choked in a little laughter, “I guess I am..” 

Hwoarang grinned, picking you up as you laughed once more. He made the door creak by kicking it wide open, revealing the messy living room. You couldn’t believe this man you’re in love never once tidied up the place. He noticed this funny ‘i am disgusted by you’ look on your face, “Yeah…sorry about the mess..” 

You giggled at his apology, “Don’t worry about it, you silly cocky goof.” He chuckled and pressed his lips down on your forehead, escorting you to his bedroom which appeared to be a little messier compared to the living room. 

He threw you gently on the bed and crawled on top of you, touching his lips against yours. You moaned through the kiss, tenderly wrapping your arms around him. “I’ve been waiting for a long time for this, (Name)..” 

 You kissed the side of his face and smiled, your forehead pressing against his, “Honestly, same here..” 

“I’m glad you didn’t marry that bastard..” 

“And I’m glad you came to save me..” 

Hwoarang created a trail of kisses starting from the neck to your chest, your body tensed up in excitement by the touch of his lips. “You know, Hwoarang..” You held his head and smooched the top of it, “My life will never be better without you…” 

He cuddled up next to you on the bed,  holding your hand and kissed the back of it before he set his loving gaze on you, “And I am never going to live without you, (Name). You’re really the person I want to be with. Damn, you changed my whole heart somehow.” 

You moved your head to lean on his shoulder and said, “And you changed mine..”

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a/n - I've never written this much before in my life! It's fucking insane! Somehow, I feel like I've rushed this because I was having a mega writer's block! (𖦹ᯅ𖦹) so I'm very sorry if this was boring for you to read! (｡Ó﹏Ò｡)

I'm literally in the Tekken era rn since Hwoarang, my cocky ass man, revealed himself in Tekken 8!! I remember I've been crushing on him ever since high school! so yeah I have returned to 'crushing on Hwoarang' era huehuehue

anyway I will try and write another fanfic of him in the future!

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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[luneariaa]

✧ in piscinam.

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : claudio serafino x fem! reader.

✰ 𝐰. 𝐜. : 1k+

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : claudio sees you within the cool waters of the pool, before deciding to approach you and make his presence known.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : reader is wearing a dress ( mentioned ), claudio might be ooc, pretty much a self-indulgent fic. also very fluffy <33

✰ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : my very first attempt on writing for him, and the ideas have been brainrotting in my mind for weeks 😭💙 so i just knew that i had to actually post this one out.

. dividers by @/saradika-graphics !! 💫

The light taps of your shoes filled the silent hallways, stepping against the perfectly marbled floors with such ease within the private sanctuary within Italy– the Duomo di Sirio, as it was known to some others. You are also recognized to be in a quite higher position than others as well, just below CLAUDIO SERAFINO himself, as you are his personal confidante. One of his most trusted person, as far as he’s aware.

Not a single soul in sight, so you have decided to take a quick dip within the clear waters of the pool nearby, just to try to cool yourself off due to the warm weather. Claudio wasn’t around as well, since the last time you checked his schedule, he had some important errands to tend to.

Eventually arriving at the intended location, you take one last look around you, just to make sure that no one is present– gradually letting your dress fall onto the hard ground without any sound and changing it to a transparent one, before immediately letting yourself sink within the cool waters below.

Today seemed strangely quiet. For Claudio, at least. He was expecting any sort of greeting from you once he arrived not too long ago, but instead, he finds himself searching for your whereabouts around the place. 

Several thoughts are running through his mind, and yet, none of them have made any proper thoughts due to how messy it currently is. His steps are quite heavy, yet cautious as to not attract any attention somehow. These past few months have been admittedly stressful for him, and it has tested some bits of his patience in ways unimaginable.

It didn’t take him long enough to halt on his tracks, spotting a rather familiar someone by the clear waters. It’s pretty unexpected to see someone taking a dip at this time of the day, yet he couldn’t even blame the said person, as the weather outside has been nothing but merciless to them.

He leaned himself over the edge someplace almost hidden, not wanting his presence to be acknowledged just yet as he rests his arms atop of it. His slate blue eyes are quite sharp and observant, clearly now having different thoughts as he sees the person in the pool, yet none of them has any.. Unholy intentions, dare he say, but rather, one gaze that is filled with pure adoration and silent amazement. 

The sunbeams from above seemed to have touched your face perfectly, which made your expression to appear more serene in a way. Your now wet hair flows down so beautifully, as if you originally belonged in a portrait that’s being highly revered and taken care of– or that’s how he told himself to be, at least.

His thoughts never lied to him, because why would he?

Claudio begins to feel some sort of a strange sensation within his heart– has he been living in a certain darkness for all this time? His throat feels dry, his mind goes hazy for a while there. He has always been a man who's focused solely with his own assigned duties naturally; all the while, trying to avoid any potential distractions within his line of work.

But the sight he’s witnessing right now made him really think deeply. Has he never seen you being all relaxed and ethereal like this? You did it all so effortlessly, which made him possibly be baffled with his own actions if you ever caught him watching you like this.

Without moving away from the spot just yet, the Italian exorcist moves his hand in a smooth fashion– creating something rather unexpected, yet beautiful for anyone who’s able to see it. A small, blue butterfly begins to emerge out of nowhere; glowing vibrantly as it follows the magic flow from his hand, flying discreetly towards where you are. 

The seemingly glowing butterfly gracefully glides across your features, immediately catching your attention as he intended. He watched, as it landed just on your cheek nicely, making you look even more divine from his perspective. It compliments your features so well, which makes his heart swell. 

Claudio has not experienced these types of feelings for a long time now, and he wants– no, needs to keep feeling it deeply within his heart, if he were so bold to say. A warm, genuine smile made its way to his handsome face, wanting to let the scene unfolding ahead of him to be engraved within his memories alone.

The way you smiled as the butterfly flew around you– it is something that he didn’t want to ever forget. Sure, you are his confidante, but your smile alone is enough to send his heart beating so rapidly, as if you are his lifeline. Claudio didn’t even remember when was the last time he’s able to observe you properly like this, without any work-related distractions.

The feeling just escalates even further as he sees how gentle you are, cradling the butterfly on the palm of your hands with an expression of pure awe. He could admit he had feel.. Something, within him– a type of feeling that he ever tried to shut it away from.

When the butterfly has gradually flown away, his smile remains– clearly still mesmerized by the genuine actions you’ve portrayed. It’s beginning to feel a bit funny for him since he doesn’t want the feeling to stop just yet–

“How long have you been standing there, Signore Claudio?”

Has he been stuck within his own train of thoughts for that long? It startled him slightly when your mere voice managed to pull him out from his own little world; now realizing that he has finally been caught. But that’s like the least of his worries at this point.

You have propped one of your hands up by the pool’s edge, placing your head atop of it with an amused expression. Somehow, he doesn’t know how, but you looked even more.. Attractive, looking at him that way. So his smile returned without any ounce of hesitation present.

“I’ve been here for a while now, cara.”

His reply was simple; quickly being followed by the temporal lingering silence between the two of you. But this only made your curiosity grow, tilting your head slightly as you added more words to your previous question even more.

“Have you, really?”

A small smirk is present upon your delicate features by now, “Do you know how improper it is to stare at a lady who’s bathing?”

“I’m aware,” he answered with honesty, not even shifting his gaze away from you just yet. “I just couldn’t resist, bella.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, not wanting to admit that those little nicknames he has specifically given to you did make you swoon internally. Claudio has always possessed a certain charm with him– maybe being Italian is one of them– but that’s beside the point. He’s always been this way ever since you decided to work alongside him, so you almost couldn’t tell yourself.

Not even moving away from your current spot, he begins to approach you with several steps closer; eyes not leaving yours as if he’s simply trying to convey his unspoken words from there.

“You sure know how to make a man’s heart throb.”

“Oh, do I?” You tried to mask your surprised expression, giggling a little with the maintained eye contact. “Do I, perhaps, have caught your heart at least, Signore?”

The Italian exorcist stops just not too far in front of you, yet leaving just a few spaces between you both as he kneels in front of you. Without thinking twice, he leans his face just a bit– his heartbeat is so rapid that he’s sure you might be able to hear it if you went a bit closer to him.

His mind is telling him to move away this instant, but his heart tells him otherwise. Perhaps, something just awakened within him, that he just begins to fall into a clear realization? You have been his confidante for years, after all, maybe that’s why he dares to become a little more bold right now.

Maybe you are the lady who was meant to be his equal in a lot of ways. Maybe now he knows what he’s been lacking.

Claudio was unsure yet, but he can tell for one thing– his heart has spoken to him. He knows what he wants, and he’ll try to slowly pursue it.

“Ah, don’t get too close to the waters. Or else, I might have to pull you along with me.” You leaned your head backwards and slightly move away from him, which caught him off guard.

He decided to just follow what his heart tells him. A genuine chuckle escaped from his luscious lips; already feeling even more entertained by the whole ordeal.

“Is that an offer, bella?” His Italian accent is thickening somehow, and deeper as he spoke those words, his smirk reappearing within seconds. “Then, who am I to refuse?”

You had your brow raised, before giggling then returning his smirk in a similar fashion– swimming even further away from him as a way to possibly tease him, “Well then..”

“You know what to do, Claudio.”

mb idk how to properly end it lmao-

@luneariaa do not repost; reblogs are alright. all rights reserved.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Zayka Moya ~ Sergei Dragunov x Reader

Happy birthday to me~

Summary: A genius prodigy in the medical and hacking field is sent by the Government to work on a project in Russia. Eventually, her superiors from this new country assign a small team to infiltrate another enemy base for a mission. That team is formed by Y/N, the brains, Mikail, a Russian researcher sent to monitor and help, and Sergei Dragunov, their guardian.

Being a prodigy in the fields of medicine was a welcoming experience, as you would be met with laurels and fame everywhere you waltzed the earth, being praised as the most accomplished doctor, and at the tender age of 14. It was thanks to her parents, who were both highly respected medics who brought her into this world in the hospital, and raised her there. In fact, the surgery room and the lab one alike were more her home than her own beautiful and cozy job.

But like any genius, she was bound to experience extreme misfortune. One has to pay for the gift they were presented with the first cry you let out into the world - And that is when Y/N first wept out of sorrow - Her mother passed away from a disease, and her father followed soon after, from heartbreak. What was a child like her supposed to do, with no other family to support her?

Without her loving guardians to protect her, she was shunned by the whole medical community, who in truth, were the human representation of a venomous snake pit, ready to prey on their next meal. A small, innocent child, thrown, all alone, in this confusing, cruel world.

With no idea what else to do in life to survive, Y/N took up hacking as a hobby turned full-time job, and thus, she was able to hack into the Government database, where she found a ton of different experimenting files in progress. Jackpot, she thought, as she downloaded everything into her own computer and started working on the problems the other scientists were experiencing. This was a gamble, life or death - But she had nothing in life to lose, except her existence - Yet what is the meaning of life, without a purpose?

Y/N L/N, age 16, strutted inside the Government and with a fake ID, she was brought to the Military General Surgeon who was conducting these experiments, one more illicit than the other - And she threw the files on his desk, a confident smirk on her face, ever-growing, watching as the man’s eyes widened significantly, being faced with the Eureka of the content she brought.

She was hired as the leader of the underground medical experimentation projects, and here she was taught how to properly link her computer and medical knowledge, into a single, broad spectrum of applied skills. Y/N was now the most important asset of her country.

Years passed, and her thirst for knowledge was like a bottomless well. The more time flew by, the more she learnt, and learnt, and practiced and experimented - Until the time came that she was assigned on a special operation abroad, in Russia, the country that was the strongest ally to your own. She was safely escorted to their base, where she met with the general and introduced to the team and the revolutionary practices of their labs. The technology was something she’s never even imagined before, and forgetting all about her need of food or sleep, she threw her lab coat on and began playing around with the devices.

Her team of three was going on a field mission to infiltrate in an enemy base, steal and delete all their research. Though Y/N has never tried anything as risky as getting her own hide in danger, it mattered little. She was the only one who could do something of this magnitude. Allegedly, there is a program that, once inserted into her Tech-Pad, should form some kind of 3-D puzzle projected into the real world, and with the help of the special pen provided, she could play around and arrange the equations and anything there was, directly onto the live projection. It was akin to the fantastic technology she saw in movies - To think it would exist into the real world also - Fascinating!

“We’re unlucky. I heard our guardian is Dragunov.” Mikail, the other Russian medical expert that was going to accompany her towards the base, spoke to her. Y/N. bored, looked at the man, whose lecherous eyes scanned her up and down. Thank goodness it was a cold country and she was dressed fully - Boots, pants, fur tights underneath, turtleneck, long coat leisurely over her shoulders - All black, save for the elegant gold jewellery that highlighted her grace. “And why are we unlucky?” she asked, her hands in her her jeans pockets, looking around the room aimlessly, hoping the time would pass faster. “Why, she asks - Why?! You don’t know Dragunov?” he groaned dramatically, watching the woman’s disinterest and aloof behaviour... So irritating. “Guess you wouldn’t know, being new here. Dragunov is known as the White Angel of Death. He’s ruthless, merciless - And he looks super creepy and intimidating. He’s also a mute, so it’s even worse!” “...Is he human?” she asked monotonously. “H-Huh? What’s that question? Of course he is!” the man seemed really annoyed by her, for some odd reason.

The door was then opened, and the sound of heavy boots against the marble resounded painfully loud, making the two scientists turn simultaneously and face the new comer. It was a tall man, towering over both of them. He had jet black shoulder length hair, neatly tied into a small tail, and he was wearing a military uniform. He stood straight and imposed authority, unlike even the general himself.

“Gah, told ya.” Mikail grumbled under his breath. Y/N tilted her head to the side, and comically circled their newly appointed guardian, and once she arrived back to the starting point, she shrugged her shoulders. “So... This is the man that made you cower in fear earlier?” she asked, a small smirk forming on her face. “He is as human as the both of us. He seems strong and reliable. I don’t think there is any need to complain.” she then extended her hand for the man to shake. “My name is Y/N L/N, researched, medic and hacker from Romania. You may call me whatever you like.” she said with a polite yet genuine smile - She knew she was going to enjoy his company far more than Mikail’s. “I was told you are called Dragunov. May I know your first name?” the soldier raised his hand and gave her a firm shake, though before he could give an answer, the other researcher cut him off. “That devil’s name is Sergei. Even his name is scary as the hell he crept up from.” he spat in disgust. Surprising for the special soldier, he watched the beautiful woman that was still holding his hand, turn slightly to glare at her colleague - Her was sounded threatening and mocking. “I don’t recall asking YOU that question. You complain he doesn’t speak, yet you cut him off so rudely. If I were him, I wouldn’t bother speaking in your presence either.” she huffed, shaking her head at him. “Don’t mind him. He’s taking the position of his head and neck on his shoulders for granted.” she tsk’ed, making the man grunt in amusement - The scarred side of his mouth had twisted upward. “шлюха“ Mikail scoffed under his breath. “To think that a man who prides himself with his brains is reduced to the curses and insults of a simpleton, when in lack of logical reasoning. Pitiful.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Anyways. We should get going, it is getting late. Sergei, do you know the details of our mission? I was told you and that guy would know the logistics and what not.”

As Sergei nodded affirmative, he handed Y/N a file for her to skim over, and with a hand gingerly placed on her back, he gently guided her out of the room, with Mikail complaining loudly in the back as he trailed right behind them.

The special general drove this normal looking black car - Perfect for inconspicuous missions such as this one - And Y/N sat on the front chair, fiddling around with that tech-pad of hers. Mikail was in the back, changing the radio channels between different music channels.

Still, for a whole night, they were to camp outside into the forest and move the rest of the way of foot, to avoid any suspicions arising. The car ride was long, but went smoothly, without any troubles. Sergei knew the precise point where they were to camp for the night, and helped by the girl, they put up the tent, whilst the other researcher made something for them to eat.

Not wanting to spend another second in the irritating presence of the mute soldier, Mikail went to bed early, despite it being barely early evening. The two were sitting on a cut log, waiting for the snow they put in the kettle to turn into water and boil, to then make tea and warm up. The silence between the two was serene and peaceful, even comfortable, Y/N realised. She didn’t feel the need to constantly come up with conversation ideas and develop them further. 

The beautiful lullaby from the birds, and the calm sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves made absolute peace in both her mind and heart - And Sergei’s company was making things just as good.

“Hmm...?” Y/N suddenly snapped her head up in surprise. A new sound appeared out of nowhere. A melodious chirping as she’s never heard before. As if possessed, Y/N handed Sergei her tea mug and started walking in the direction of the song. Up in a tree, in a low branch, was a small, fluffy bird, cheerfully chirping away. 

The medic didn’t realise she was smiling, all thanks to this beautiful little creature. Slowly, she knelt to the ground and swept some snow, revealing long, wide grass blades - She stretched one over the length of both of her thumbs, and blew into it. It was one of the little party tricks she had learnt a long time ago, whistle-playing a leaf, or a blade of grass - But the little songbird seemed to appreciate the harmonizing, so it continued singing.

Curiosity ate Sergei away, so he, too, went by her side. “Yellow-browed bunting.” he informed her of the species. “It’s the most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard. Is it native to Russia?” the man hummed affirmative. Soon after, the little bird flew over to them - And perched itself onto the man’s hat. Y/N couldn’t help but hide her mouth as she giggled at the comical sight before her. “S-So cute.” she said, watching those gargoyle-like eyes roll their eyes, yet they held no malice. “Let me save you, General.” slowly, she rose her hand up, and the little bird jumped to sit on her finger. “You are the prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen.” gazing fondly at the bird, Y/N used her other hand to rummage through her coat pocket, revealing the seed bread she kept for later. With some difficulty, she was able to pick off the seeds and held them onto her palm, for it to peck at its leisure.

The little bird took a few seeds then flew away, back on the branch, where it was joined by two other of its kind. Though the girl looked around, thinking of a way to get the seeds for the winged trio - Only to see a hat in front of her eyes. Turning to look at Sergei, he nodded his head for her to use the hat and put the seeds in them. “Thank you.” she smiled sweetly at him as she quickly put the seeds and some bits of bread in it. “I’ll climb the tree. Can you hand it to me once I’m on the branch?” Sergei nodded, widening her smile. 

Y/N took off her coat and let it fall on the fluffy snow then rushed towards the large tree and jumped, one foot stomped on the bark which allowed her to reach the lowest branch and climbed up. With a sigh of relief, she looked up at the little birds standing above her and chirping. Getting a good grip on her branch, she leaned back to hang upside down and take the hat from Sergei, and got very comfortable, resting back on the tree. The three birds perked on her legs and pecked away at the food.

Sergei analysed Y/N’s actions this whole time, and he was almost intrigued - For someone so laid-back and calm, almost rigid like himself, she had some vicious ruthless sides, when she’d degrade whoever dared mess with her, quite like Mikail, or rather the opposite, when she’d act... Perhaps child-like? By the way she struggled to get up, it was clear she wasn’t naturally an active person, and she did mention so herself - Even so, she was able to get up there, and she seemed to have had fun. Sergei wondered how he would feel, climbing trees again. He hasn’t done that since he was a small child, training for the military - But usually, he’d do pull ups.

He could relate, to some degree, to her personality. He enjoyed her calm aura and how aloof she seemed, much like himself - And though now he found joy in missions succeeded and fighting, he likes to take some time off for himself and enjoy the little things, like reading, solving chess problems. Being in the privacy of his own home, he delights himself by singing classical Russian music - There is nothing more beautiful than his culture, Sergei is very proud of his heritage, yet at the very moment, he finds himself questioning Y/N’s. What did her country’s song sound like? Her language? What were her poems like? Or her novels? Did she have any notable composers? 

“Thank you for the help, Sergei. I hope there are no more crumbs inside.” she looked adorable, handing him back the hat. Her hair was messy, and she even had a leaf tangled in it. The ghost of a smile graced his already handsome features as he took off his glove and extended his hand, not to retrieve his hat, but to fix her hair. He looked down at her, reveling in that small smile of hers, and the faint blush that painted her cheeks. “You’re a very nice person, Sergei. I don’t understand why others fear you so much.” she admitted, seeing the man take her coat and put it back on her shoulders. “You’re far nicer than any man I met before.” “I kill.” Y/N turned casually to face him, though she continued walking. “Your point being?” she snarked him. “I could snap your neck like a dove.” he was now towering menacingly over her smaller form. “Go ahead.” she provoked him.  The two shared an intense eye-contact, only to end up chuckling.

Neither of the two expected the other to ply so well with their personality and enjoy each other’s company, but it was for the best. Were it only Mikail... He might not have returned home alive.

That night, Sergei was to keep watch outside, by the campfire while the two researchers were to sleep - But Mikail was snoring so loudly that Y/N couldn’t sleep, so she opted for staying outside also, and drinking some more tea. Compared to daytime, it was far colder so late into the night. Seeing her shiver, he put his arm around her smaller form, pulling her into his side. “Do you have any hobbies, Sergei?” with a small hum, the man told her about trains - Why he likes them, how many different kinds they are, the way the engine works, the types of weapons they can have built in - And so many otherwise useless trivia. Half of his words, Y/N didn’t even hear, as she leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. His was was velvety and soothing, and after drinking that hot beverage, she felt drowsy enough to even fall asleep outside, in the warm, strong arms of her Russian guardian. “One of these days, I’ll kiss that scar of yours.” she said, before falling asleep to the sound of him humming some kind of lullaby. “Zayka moya.” his lovely little bunny was so bold, yet endearing, Sergei though, holding her carefully in his arms and placing a small kiss on top of her head.

The next day they were easily able to infiltrate the enemy base, with Sergei knocking everyone out or killing them, Mikail standing as a lookout and Y/N hacking inside their database and accomplishing her mission - The longest feat was to have everything loaded into the Tech-Pad, but when it was all done, she deleted everything on the computer, before implanting a virus that would ruin their whole system. Once it was all done, Y/N signaled for the two come along.

They ran away, deep into the forest, back where they were supposed to make camp, and though some went after them, the base was still little and the few guards around had been killed by the Russian. This time, Y/N did not help with anything - Instead, she worked on the project she had to solve on her Tech-Pad. Once she activated it, miraculously, around her a large cube formed, and it was floating in a slow, circular matter. Several different numbers and letters from different alphabets were moving around from corner to corner at specific time intervals. This was, by far, the most confusing thing she’s ever seen - The best kind of challenge.

Taking her pen and putting the Pad on a stump, she walked around the cube, trying hundreds of possible combinations, yet nothing worked. It frustrated the girl to no end, that she started picking up pebbles and stones and throwing them into trees to let out the pent up anger.

“What is it, pretty girl? That smart brain of yours can’t figure this out?” Mikail snarked mockingly at her. “If you can, by all means, go ahead, genius. Otherwise, at this point, I don’t even know why you were tasked on this team, considering you brought... Nothing. You did... Nothing. You are pretty much useless here, yet you dare attempt to piss me off when I’m trying to focus.” Y/N rolled her eyes, turning back to the puzzle with a different outlook on the puzzle. “I don’t know, Princess, it’s not like I’m known as the Prodigy here. Self-proclaimed genius - Whatever?” Sergei turned around to take a look at the two quarreling researchers. Mikail was mean-spirited from the beginning, yet he seemed far more hostile now. Dragunov had to keep his guard up at all times. “If you’re up for a fight, then go away, I’m trying to think.” Y/N comically took some snow and rubbed it on her face, hoping the cold would numb away the raging fire that was giving her a headache.

As Mikail stepped away, Sergei moved over - He listened to the scrambled mumbles of a genius. For the most part, they made no sense. Just random words thrown about, without link between one another. He wanted to give up - But he heard her speaking of the single Cyrillic letter that was flying around the cube. She was misunderstanding its meaning, it was no wonder she was missing a vital part of the puzzle. Once he rectified her mistake, Y/N seemed to have an evident eureka moment, and taking the pen, she drew around the cube, moving around the numbers and letters, until from green, the project turned light blue, and it glowed. “I’M THE SMARTEST GIRL ALIVE, FUCK YEAH!” she screamed into the skies, genuinely shocked that she was able to get this thing done, and in such a short amount of time. “Ha. Piece of cake! This was nothing! Give me the equation of life that Lex Luthor was searching for! I’m beyond even a level 12 intelligence!” though she was praising herself more as a joke, Sergei looked at the 3-D solved puzzle, awestruck. For him, nothing made sense. For her, it was like reading a nursery rhyme. Fascinating.

Before he could congratulate you, however, blackness flashed before his eyes, and he fell to the ground with a loud thud. “Sergei?” he could hear her calling out his name in worry, his body couldn’t respond the way his brain was. His head was throbbing in pain and he was sure he was bleeding. “Mikail, what the hell are you doing?!” she sneered at him, though it was in vain. Once Dragunov was able to blink away the blurriness and attempt to get up, he became the witness of a poor attempt at a fight. As he struggled to get up, he saw that Mikail had betrayed them - He was trying to get his hands on Y/N’s Tech-Pad, but she wasn’t letting go. As he was threatening her with a knife, the soldier tried to run and save her, but the traitor had allies, all with fire arms. Nice challenge, Dragunov thought, staring them down with a large, wicked smirk on his face as he rammed powerfully into them, bringing them all down, before showing them exactly why he was called the White Angel of Death.

Swiftly, he was done with them, and rush back to take care of the girl - In her attempt to defend herself, she ended up trying a fighting move, side-stepping, crouching, slapping away the weapon hand, immobilizing the joint. “Eh~? The little шлюха knows Systema. Didn’t think anyone outside of Russia knew of it.” he was taunting the girl, much smaller and younger than him. “Go kill yourself, you conceited, treacherous jerk! You deserve to get sent to Nazino Island and get eaten alive by criminals! Or - Or get thrown in the Kolyma Gulag and never see the light of the Sun again! Be cursed and tortured for life!” she spat at him, struggling with the little force she had, to keep the weapon away from her until Sergei gets to her - But she was overpowered by the man and with a punch to the gut and another jab to the face, she was thrown to the ground painfully. “The little шлюха thinks she knows Russian history, how adorable.” he mocked the girl, watching her cough scarlet blood on the pure white snow on which she way laying on. Now give me that Tech-Pad. It’s not like you’d benefit from it. It’s for the Russian Gov, and you’re not Russian. You have nothing to win or lose out of it.” Mikail had his hand extended towards the girl panting for air. “пошел на хуй.” with this curse addressed to the traitor, Y/N got kicked in the stomach.

With the silent prowl of a predator, Sergei made his way behind Mikail, and paid him back for the rock that he hit him with previously - And had him meet his strong fists. Over and over and over, until his face was recognisable no more. His body was twitching like that of a headless chicken, but Dragunov soon suspected he was alive no more. He was angry. Such an easy death... A traitor deserved torture to death, at least. He should have held back and bring him back to the base... But his anger got the better of him. His mistake, yet it felt satisfying to make his head turn to mush.

“Y/N. Forgive me, I was unable to save you.” the man knelt by her side, embracing her. The night is falling, the cold is rising and the tent and means of transportation had been destroyed. The nearest hotel was half a day or more, just walking continuously. It was dangerous, in the dead of night, in the forest against wild beasts, and Y/N couldn’t defend herself, in case a whole pack of wolves were to attack. He couldn’t risk it. “It’s not your fault that we got betrayed.” Y/N graciously replied. “... You’re hurt.” her expression soon turned to worry, as she reached her hand to touch the back of his head, only to feel fresh blood sticking to it. “We have to bandage it- “ her medical instinct urged her to reach to her blouse and rip its material, make strips of bandage to care for him - But he gently grabbed her hands, putting them on his face instead. “You’ve done enough. Forgive me for letting you get hurt.” Sergei spoke in a low, yet upset voice as he leant into her touch, kissing the inside of her wrist. “I didn’t think Mikail would betray us. We must spend the night outside. Tomorrow, we stay at a hotel. Then I can return you safely to the base.”  “...It’s going to be a cold night.” she muttered, feeling herself being helped up as Sergei explained to her the plan, and the two went by to lean down at the base of a tree, where their tent used to be. He tried to give her his own coat, but she refused, saying that he needs to be the strong one and defend them, if they needed to. His ice-cold eyes could only stare down at her, and with no more words spoken, he pulled her flush against his chest. He raised her face up and the two shared a deep kiss.  “I’ll keep you warm, Zayka moya.” he muttered against her lips - She was so beautiful, so enticing, Dragunov thought, and now, her eyes seemed star struck with wonder. What an adorable little lady. “... So, my resolution came true. I ended up kissing that very good looking scar of yours.” with a breathless smirk, she pulled him into another kiss. “If this is how you want to keep me warm, I’m game.”

The night passed by with no other attacks, and the way was spent walking, starving, thirsty and cold, to the nearest hotel. It felt like a blessing in disguise when they finally arrived. Before Dragunov could check in, Y/N stepped ahead, with a forged Russian ID, and paid for a hotel room, and eventually, for the meal herself, with a card that can’t be tracked, one use only.

It felt great, finally taking a shower, and now, laying on a comfortable, large bed - Though, there was only one, it didn’t seem to bother the girl, who ultimately stole his own shirt to sleep in, so he remained topless. His little bunny sure was mischievous.

Laying together, he needn’t call her over, for she had already lain her head on top of his chest. She was barely able to mutter a sweet dreams wish, for she was out like a light. Normal people were so fragile, Sergei thought to himself as his hand caressed her back thoughtlessly. So easy to kill. So easy to threaten, or use as bait. She couldn’t even pull off a flawlessly executed Systema move, because of her lack of strength and military experience to back up that unbothered and aloof act of hers.

His thoughts were soon interrupted by a sudden, brusk movement - Y/N was twitching in her sleep, and her breathing got heavier. Sergei called out her name, louder each time, until she woke up with a jolt, gasping and panting for air. “Zayka?” the man asked, only to startle her. The fear in her eyes, how glossy they were, the way she trembled softly - She truly looked like a bunny now. “Nightmare?” “Ah... Sergei.” once she finally grounded herself to differentiate reality from whatever she was dreaming, she was able to slowly rest back on his chest. “Sorry if I woke you up. I, uh... I thought I was tired enough not to get bothered by nightmares. I was wrong.” she muttered weakly, only to feel his hand caressing her hair. “If you wake up, I will still be here. Now rest, Zayka moya. I won’t leave.” with one last look into those beautiful eyes like flowers of the purest eyes glowing in the sun light, Y/N smiled, and leaned down to place the softest kiss, on his forehead.  “And the next day? The day after?” she asked, tracing his perfectly sculpted face and jaw.  “For as long as you want me.” satisfied with the answer, Y/N got herself comfortable in his arms, and returned to sleep.

Though she would eventually awaken once or twice more during the night, she would still be held in those strong arms of his, and Sergei would sing her to sleep, some old, Russian lullaby that he vaguely remembers from his long forgotten days as a child. All was going to be fine. For as long as she remains by his side, he was going to make sure she doesn’t get thrown in this mess again. She was not going to face danger ever again. The Angel of Death was going to make sure no one dares threaten his sweet, little bunny - That nobody will rob her of her smile anymore - For as long as he roams this earth.

He, Sergei Dragunov, the White Angel of Death, the most feared soldier in Russia, and even farther, was very much in love with the witty and adorable little white bunny that Y/N L/N was, and quite possibly, the most intelligent woman in the world - And if that’s not true, for him at least, it is.

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Jinpachi Mishima

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