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Hiii girl i just wana ask when is the next Holy ground update

Hello there my kazujun moots!! I just updated the new chapter yesterday ~ Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Context , ( If you’re first time ) : In an alternate world where Devil Genes don’t exist, Kazuya Mishima is still cold, powerful, and ambitious but now he’s the young, brilliant CEO of G-Corp Biotech, a company revolutionizing modern medicine. Their miracle vaccines and regeneration tech have made him a global icon… but beneath the glamor, he’s running illegal wildlife testing and environmental destruction masked by good PR. Jun Kazama is a determined and respected agent from the World Wildlife Protection Force (WWPF) . A field agent who exposes ecological crimes and corporate corruption. She’s known for being cool-headed, driven by empathy, and an actual thorn in G-Corp’s side.

Summary of the ff : A G-Corp hidden facility deep in the Amazon mysteriously explodes. The media spins it as a sabotage by environmental extremists but something’s off. A massive number of test animals escape, and the local ecosystem is going haywire.Jun’s agency is framed for the explosion. Meanwhile, Kazuya’s stock takes a tragic hit . desperate to cover his tracks but someone’s clearly playing both sides. An anonymous global committee demands an investigation. Kazuya and Jun are forced into a joint task force to “prove innocence and uncover the truth.”

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Context , ( If you’re first time ) : In an alternate world where Devil Genes don’t exist, Kazuya Mishima is still cold, powerful, and ambitious but now he’s the young, brilliant CEO of G-Corp Biotech, a company revolutionizing modern medicine. Their miracle vaccines and regeneration tech have made him a global icon… but beneath the glamor, he’s running illegal wildlife testing and environmental destruction masked by good PR. Jun Kazama is a determined and respected agent from the World Wildlife Protection Force (WWPF) . A field agent who exposes ecological crimes and corporate corruption. She’s known for being cool-headed, driven by empathy, and an actual thorn in G-Corp’s side.

Summary of the ff : A G-Corp hidden facility deep in the Amazon mysteriously explodes. The media spins it as a sabotage by environmental extremists but something’s off. A massive number of test animals escape, and the local ecosystem is going haywire.Jun’s agency is framed for the explosion. Meanwhile, Kazuya’s stock takes a tragic hit . desperate to cover his tracks but someone’s clearly playing both sides. An anonymous global committee demands an investigation. Kazuya and Jun are forced into a joint task force to “prove innocence and uncover the truth.”

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"You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you" concept to Kazuya . I know it has been haunting him for yearrrss.

Imagine a woman who bear the last name 'Kazama' went toe-to-toe with you and then , boom ! 21 years later , another man bearing the same last name appears [ Jin Kazama ] , determined to bring you down. You need to go through that AGAIN . The woman who once bought you to your knees never truly left you. And you can't help but watch the history repeated itself.

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[ Anyways I think I will publish my fanfic chapter very soon , stay tuned lmfao ]

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Girl PLEASE continue the Kazjun story on ao3 its been MONTHS...i need it..pretty please 🥹

Hello there! I actually have several drafts that I want to publish, but my motivation went down because I felt like I might be ‘annoying’ to everyone with KazJun in this fandom. ( and I also busy with my college assignment , but that’s not the main problem hehe )

Thank you so much for giving me the motivation to continue 🤍 I’ll edit the chapter and post it ASAP

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Context , ( If you’re first time ) : In an alternate world where Devil Genes don’t exist, Kazuya Mishima is still cold, powerful, and ambitious but now he’s the young, brilliant CEO of G-Corp Biotech, a company revolutionizing modern medicine. Their miracle vaccines and regeneration tech have made him a global icon… but beneath the glamor, he’s running illegal wildlife testing and environmental destruction masked by good PR.

Jun Kazama is a determined and respected agent from the World Wildlife Protection Force (WWPF) . A field agent who exposes ecological crimes and corporate corruption. She’s known for being cool-headed, driven by empathy, and an actual thorn in G-Corp’s side.

Summary of the ff : A G-Corp hidden facility deep in the Amazon mysteriously explodes. The media spins it as a sabotage by environmental extremists but something’s off. A massive number of test animals escape, and the local ecosystem is going haywire.Jun’s agency is framed for the explosion. Meanwhile, Kazuya’s stock takes a tragic hit . desperate to cover his tracks but someone’s clearly playing both sides. An anonymous global committee demands an investigation. Kazuya and Jun are forced into a joint task force to “prove innocence and uncover the truth.”

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🔒 Hi guys….I know I’ve been lost and found for a veeery long time . I’m back with—BOOM 2 chapters of Holy Ground and working on *Wink wink* another chapter! Scroll down for preview chapter

Concept ( If you’re first time! ) : In an alternate world where Devil Genes don’t exist, Kazuya Mishima is still cold, powerful, and ambitious but now he’s the young, brilliant CEO of G-Corp Biotech, a company revolutionizing modern medicine. Their miracle vaccines and regeneration tech have made him a global icon… but beneath the glamor, he’s running illegal wildlife testing and environmental destruction masked by good PR.

Jun Kazama is a determined and respected agent from the World Wildlife Protection Force (WWPF) . A field agent who exposes ecological crimes and corporate corruption. She’s known for being cool-headed, driven by empathy, and an actual thorn in G-Corp’s side.

Summary of the ff : A G-Corp hidden facility deep in the Amazon mysteriously explodes. The media spins it as a sabotage by environmental extremists but something’s off. A massive number of test animals escape, and the local ecosystem is going haywire.Jun’s agency is framed for the explosion. Meanwhile, Kazuya’s stock takes a tragic hit . desperate to cover his tracks but someone’s clearly playing both sides. An anonymous global committee demands an investigation. Kazuya and Jun are forced into a joint task force to “prove innocence and uncover the truth.”

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[💌] Jin Kazama’s birthday special [ Jin x Fem!Reader ]

Context : You told him you’d do anything he wanted for his birthday. He didn’t ask for gifts or celebration. Turns out , He just wanted you. And maybe , just for tonight you could make him feel like he deserve that.

Warning : SMUT , Vag!nal s3x , bl0w j0b . Jin’s kinda possesive….

Author notes : Happy birthday Jin! I decided to write a short one-shot for birthday boy . I think the 18++ part is not that perfect because I don’t have much time aaaaa . This is just a quick post for Jin . I hope yall Jin enjoyer love this short little story .

Reblogs and likes are appreciated !

Jin Kazama didn’t celebrate birthdays.

He sometimes forgot his own. It wasn’t out of pride or modesty. He just didn’t mark the day anymore. Not after what happened when he was fifteen.

It was easier to ignore it. Easier to treat it like any other day and move on.

But you remembered.

Because you knew the truth beneath all that steel and silence. Jin was just a boy who never got the chance to grow up softly. A boy who learned how to carry pain instead of candles.

That’s why you planned today.Not to throw a party, not to surprise him, but just to remind him he was still human. Still worth warmth.

You’d slept on top of him, your usual place. Chest to chest, head tucked into the crook of his neck. Jin never minded. He was broad enough to hold you, strong enough to stay still while you drifted off.

He, of course, hadn’t slept. He rarely did.But he rubbed your back gently, patiently, until your eyes blinked open.

“Jin…” you murmured, voice groggy. “You know what day it is?”

He stared up at the ceiling. “Tuesday?”

You laughed and sat up, his hand still curled loosely around your waist.

“No, dummy. It’s your birthday.”

He didn’t move. Just lay there, eyes dull, like the word hadn’t landed right.

You didn’t expect him to be excited. You knew Jin didn’t want streamers or balloons or voices singing his name off-key. He didn’t want a surprise. He didn’t want attention.

But you wanted him to feel something other than numb. Even if just for one day.

You started small. Made his tea the one he always made for himself, steeped exactly how he liked it. Same cup. The one with the chipped rim he never replaced.

Next to it, a folded note. No “Happy Birthday.” Just:

Jin.

Thought you might like something warm.

You didn’t hover. You didn’t smother him. But you made sure the day moved smoother. You rerouted a meeting, adjusted the training schedule, cleared the noise from his path. It was quiet the way he liked it like the world was holding its breath.

That evening, he finally said something.

“Darling… I appreciate all of this. But it’s just another day.”

You shook your head. “Jin, please. Just tell me—what do you want?”

His eyes flicked to you, almost pained. “Y/N… don’t. You don’t have to celebrate everything.”

Before you could answer, his arms were around your waist. He lifted you up effortless and placed you on the table like you weighed nothing.

“What do you want for lunch?” he asked, hand still resting at your hip.

You punched his shoulder lightly. “No, Jin. I’m making us lunch.”

Dinner was his favorite.Or at least, your best attempt at it. You’d never made it before, but you watched the video twice, checked every step, ruined the kitchen in the process.

No cake. Just a candle. One small flame to warm the room.

“I know you didn’t ask for any of this,” you said as you set the plates down. “But I thought… maybe it would help. Even just a little.”

He didn’t speak. Just sat and ate in silence, sipping tea between bites. But you caught it the exhale. The tiny, nearly invisible breath that left his chest like something unclenching.

After dinner, the lights stayed off.

The soft glow of the candle, faint music, your head on his shoulder, his hand resting on your thigh.

Still, something gnawed at you.You don’t feel any satisfaction after all you done today.

“Was it okay, Jin?” You asked ,

He didn’t answer right away. Just turned his head, slowly. His eyes darker than usual. Like something long-buried had shifted.

“…You really remembered,” he said with a rough voice “Even though I never talk about it.”

You didn’t let go. You reached for his shirt, tugging him gently toward you.

“Why?” he asked quietly, eyes still fixed on the scenery outside. “Do you think I’ll forget?”

You pulled at his collar again. “Jin… you still haven’t answered me.”

He blinked.

“What do you want for your birthday?” you asked again, brushing your fingers along his cheek. Guiding his face to meet yours. “Tell me.”

And finally, he said it.

“…I just want you.”

You didn’t breathe. Just watched him.

“In a… desperate way,” he added, almost ashamed. His eyes dropped to the floor.

You knew what that meant. Knew what he couldn’t say aloud.And you were already his, weren’t you?

“fuck…..Good girl”

Jin had you on your knees, dressed in nothing but that sweet little thong he never let you wear for long. Your breath hitched as he spread his legs wider, settling into the chair like a king on a throne. One gloved hand fisted gently in your hair while the other rested against his thigh. You struggled with the buckle of his belt, eyes flicking up to him.His cock already sprung out . Huge and thick while his head’s swollen dripping with a pre-cum.

“Already…wet?” Fuck yes , you’re so wet that you can feel a dripping on your legs , You stared at him , god you need to taste this big guy , every touch , every kiss ,

“Jin…Please….” Your whisper makes him gulped on his own saliva , Jin’s still blushing and his finger pushing your lips gently.

“Come on sweetheart…”

Your hand finally reached out to massage his cock slowly and you started to jerk it while letting a string of saliva fall from your mouth.You pressed your thumb on his tip and smeared the pre-cum all over his dick.

He was thick. Bigger than you remembered. You hadn’t touched him like this in too long, and he felt even heavier in your hand , your pace picking up as his hips gave a subtle twitch in response.

“Fuuckk fucckk sweetheart”

Jin start to losing his mind when he can feel your tongue swirling all over his tip . You still jerking his big fat cock while taking his whole length in your mouth.You started to choked ,

“mmghh-Jin”

“Fuck sweetheart , take it slow..okay?” He grabbed your chin and start to pull it away from his dick , just to not hurt you.

“Fuckkk such a good girl aren’t you sweetheart?”Both of Jin’s head on your head . He’s controlling the bobbing of your head , back and forth , forth and back while you’re still jerking his dick , up and down like a dildo.

You looked up at him through your lashes while you’re still sucking the sould out of him.His jaw was clenched, his body trembling.You were unraveling him.

From that , you find your hand starts to gently rub his heavy balls while your mouth is full of his huge cock and his pre-cum.

“Shit , sweetheart .I’m going to…c..cum” Jin’s face is red and he starts to whimper desperately , looking at you with his unsteady breathing while controlling the pace of your head sucking his dick off. You didn’t stop. Not even when he whimpere and came with a broken groan at the back of his throat.

He finally lets a cum shot send at the back of your throat , You swallowed around him, held him deep until his hands loosened. He finally releases your head and you make a sound of pop while he pulls out his dick from you.

“Open your mouth” He demanded , you don't hesitate . You just stuck out your tongue and he released it on your face.His thumb started to clean the remaining cum on your lips , “Good Girl…..”

“mmghh-fuck -Jin!”

Jin didn’t fuck around when he given a chances to fucking you raw , he will atleast to savour it by fucking you 2 or 3 times until you found dumb in the next of the morning.For some reason , he still can draw an innocent face while ruining your little hole with his big cock.

“Fuuckk Jin , no more!”

You’re now riding his cock , since it’s his birthday you promised to him that you will treat him.

“Sweetheart…You promise me..you will take my big cock like the good girl you are right?” He whispers to you , as his mushroom headed tip stuck at the entrance of your tight little pussy.Yes , it was just a tip and it can make you cry out like a baby.

“Fuck , so fucking little compared to me hm?” He said while his huge veiny hands grabbed your waist , controlling it while lifting you up and down.Your clit start to perfectly rolled against his pelvic bone .

“Don’t worry , your pretty pussy will fit in a few seconds….” He whisper as his mushroom tip fucking your tight pussy to make an entrance , you shook your head and start to push his shoulder with your hand.

“Jin–mmgh–She wants you now , she wants you to ruin her…please…”

Fuck , that’s what he want to hear .

One of his hand flew to your clit and he start to pinch it hard as he continue to fuck your wall . “Fuuck baby that’s it , good girl get what she wants hm?”

He began bucking his upwards inside you , he finally made you bounce you on his cock in a devilish pace. You can feel his veiny dick inside you , you whine and your head starts to feel dizzy.

You went dumb over his cock , you can’t even shutted your eyes while his dick bullying your walls.The pressure in your stomach aches as you can feel his finger still playing with your clit like a controller.

“Mmm jin…I’m going to ah! C..Cum!” Your moan desperately as his cock still bullying you while you’re riding him.

“Hm? Then cum with me baby , want this pretty pussy cum for me yea?”

He finally pushed you down , thrusting you deeper and deeper . He makes you throw your head back as he cock thrusts you up and down.Your orgasm finally ends with a squirt , and fuck yea you squirt all over his tip .

“That’s it baby….fuck…” Jin praised you , you can feel his dick twitch inside you.You can feel his large cock filling you up as you can hear his groan desperately with pure ecstasy.

Your body starts to wear out as you just want to collapse right there but then Jin lifts you from his cock , making sure you’re not going to hurt anymore by picking you up carefully. He lay you on your shared sheet then he start to kissed you , like a lot . He kissed every part of your face , your temple , your cheel , your lips. You’re struggling to say such a word with that kiss.

After a long pause, he finally said, “I stopped celebrating after she died.”

You didn’t move. You’re surprised by the confession that came out of nowhere and It’s happened after sex.

“Every year, it just reminded me of her voice,” he said, staring into the flame. “Of how she used to wake me up with a hug and a tray of sweets. Of how she called me her little star.”

A beat passed as you let him to speak up ,

“And after that… it became a reminder of what came next. The Devil Gene. My father. What I became.” He let out a one single breath , this one you can hear the shakiness in his rough-deep-voice

“I didn’t think I deserved to be celebrated. I still don’t.”

You reached the stand of his hair , “Then let me celebrate you,” you whispered. “Even if you can’t. Let me love you. Even when you won’t.”

“Thank you….Y/N”

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[ 💌 ] Kazujun new fanfic ! . Holy Ground

A/N : I’m back with another KazuJun fanfiction ! wohoo!! 🎉 Honestly, I’ve been yearning for more official content between these two for what feels like forever. So I finally snapped and said , “Fck the Devil Gene. Fck Heihachi’s manipulative ass.” “Fck this weird ass war happen in the story” . This fic is my way of giving Kazuya a shot at a normal life , no devil , No “haha im evil” personality , no world domination. But he still need to face the Mishima Family Drama to keep the conflict going . By the waayyy this is just a promotional pose because I have a lot of tekken moots here 🤩

Summary : A G-Corp hidden facility deep in the Amazon mysteriously explodes. The media spins it as a sabotage by environmental extremists but something’s off. A massive number of test animals escape, and the local ecosystem is going haywire. Jun’s agency is framed for the explosion. Meanwhile, Kazuya’s stock takes a hit, and he’s desperate to cover his tracks but someone’s clearly playing both sides. An anonymous global committee demands an investigation. Kazuya and Jun are forced into a joint task force to “prove innocence and uncover the truth.”

AO3 LINK [ NOTES : For now, I only have Chapter 1. Future chapters will be posted there since I don’t want things to get too messy on here. I’ll only post Chapter 1 and sneak peeks of each chapter on Tumblr for promotional purpose ( most of my moots are here also so yea )

CHAPTER 1 . HOLY GROUND

August 11 , Before The explosion

“Science can’t explain all of true feelings and spiritual energy… Right?”

Jun’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as she crouched beneath the tangle of branches. Her fingers stroked the delicate white fur of the rabbit cradled in her lap , its tiny frame trembling, eyes wide with the kind of fear that only prey creatures understand. She didn’t know how it had gotten itself stuck up there, among the gnarled limbs of the tree that marked the border of her property, but it didn’t matter. It never mattered with animals.

She saw pain, she healed. She saw fear, she comforted. That was just who she was. Jun smiled to herself as she stood, carefully lifting the rabbit and tucking it close to her chest.

Her home smelled like soil and lavender earthy and real and as she stepped across the dew-covered stones toward the side enclosure she built just for emergencies like this, she felt the warmth of sunrise begin to spread against the horizon.

Birds called out in the distance. A pair of deer grazed at the edge of the woods, too used to her presence to be alarmed. This place, wild and quiet, was where she belonged.

And then the clock struck 6:30 AM. Her heart stuttered.

“No—!”

The rabbit was gently deposited into its soft, hay-lined pen as Jun bolted inside, nearly tripping over a pair of worn rubber boots and a half-packed tote bag. She scrambled, tossing papers, field notes, and a portable solar battery into the bag like a soldier preparing for battle.

She’d missed her alarm again and if she didn’t get moving, the whole day would unravel before it even began.

Living in the mountains meant Tokyo was two hours away, sometimes three if the trains were slow. Most people thought she was insane. “Just rent an apartment in the city,” they told her, “Buy a condo near your office, Jun, why kill yourself commuting?” They didn’t understand that city air made her sick. Tokyo’s noise seeped under her skin, the people never stopped moving, the fluorescent lights never dimmed. She tried once . six months in a clean little flat in Shibuya and by the end of it, she couldn’t breathe. So here she was. Tired, running late, and still determined not to change.

The train ride blurred past her in flashes of countryside, then buildings, then steel. Her head leaned against the window. Her eyelids threatened to shut again, lulled by the rhythmic clatter of tracks. By the time she arrived in central Tokyo, the station was already buzzing, people bumping shoulders, neckties flapping in the wind, vending machines humming beside glowing ad screens. She stopped only once at the tiny coffee shop wedged between a laundromat and a florist. The owner, a grizzled woman with piercing eyes and wrists covered in silver bangles, handed Jun her usual without a word: hot green tea, no sugar, extra strong.

Jun bowed slightly. “Thank you.” Ten minutes later, she stumbled into the polished tile floors of the WWPF Headquarters, still gripping her drink like it was her last lifeline.

“You look half-dead,” murmured a colleague as she passed. Jun didn’t even have the energy to respond. She dropped her bag into the seat at her desk, still catching her breath, when a quiet voice called from the hallway. “Mr. Hanazawa wants to see you.”

She exhaled hard. “Of course he does.” Mr. Hanazawa’s office always smelled faintly of cedar and ink. Papers lined the desk in perfect stacks. The blinds were half-shut against the morning glare, and a single screen glowed in the corner. He didn’t greet her. Just gestured to the seat across from him and tapped a remote. The TV came alive with a crisp image.

A man’s face filled the screen sharp, angular features, slick black hair pulled back with a precision that suggested obsession more than style. His eyes, even behind the shimmer of the projection, were cold and intelligent, the kind that studied people the way a scientist might study live tissue. He wore a sleek black suit with a crimson shirt, no tie. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Kazuya Mishima. Jun recognized the name before Mr. Hanazawa even spoke. Everyone did. G Corporation’s rising star. The biotech mogul who promised to make disease obsolete. A genius with a record too clean to be real.

“This,” Hanazawa said, “is the man we’ve been quietly investigating for two years.” Jun’s brow furrowed. She sipped her tea, still hot, letting the silence stretch. “He’s suspected of… experimenting. Illegally,” she said finally. “Smuggling animals for medical tests and vaccine trials, right?” Hanazawa nodded once, lips pressed in a tight line.

“More than suspected. We’ve traced at least three illegal wildlife shipments to private G Corp labs. But we can’t get inside. His public image is too polished. His security too tight.”

Jun leaned forward slightly, uneasy. “So what do you want from me?” Hanazawa slid a file across the table.

A single sheet of pristine paper rested on top an official proposal, clean and diplomatic.

“G Corporation has been working on a new wildlife conservation initiative. It’s a front, probably, but we submitted a collaborative proposal under the UN Wildlife Protection Act last month. They agreed to a preliminary meeting.” Her heart dropped.

“No—no, wait. You want me to go?”

“You’re not on field duty today. No paperwork. You’re early. It’s convenient.” “Convenient?”

Her voice sharpened. “Hanazawa, he’s a CEO. A powerful one. He could sue me, blacklist me, make me disappear—” He lifted a hand.

“That’s why you’re the best option. You’re not a lawyer. Not a soldier. You’re kind, honest. Non-threatening.”

Jun stared at the paper. The logo of G Corporation stared back like an all-seeing eye. “Just hand him the proposal,” Hanazawa said. “If he refuses, we’ll recalibrate. But if he’s hiding something… he might let something slip.”

Jun’s stomach churned. She didn’t want to be involved. Not in this. Not with him. But still she reached out. Took the paper. And stood.

“Fine.”

The G Corporation Tower loomed above Jun like a monolith glass and steel stretching into the clouds like it was trying to touch heaven, or replace it. The building pulsed with power, its mirrored walls gleaming like the shell of something alive. Bigger than any place she’d ever worked, cleaner than any space she trusted. People poured in and out of the rotating doors like ants in suits, faces glued to phones, coffee cups clenched like survival gear. No one looked up. No one slowed down.

Jun stepped onto the sleek, waxed floor and immediately regretted not wearing her hiking boots. She hated it here. Even the air was different too cold, too artificial. Like it had been filtered for liability. Her fingers curled tighter around the folder tucked under her arm, the edges already smudged with the soft oils of nerves. She just wanted to hand off the damn proposal, get back on the train, and let the mountains swallow her again. But first , tea.

The G Corp cafe was tucked neatly on the mezzanine level, an architectural afterthought lined with minimalist wood and brushed metal. Jun ordered a matcha latte, barely looking up as she pressed the phone against her shoulder. Michelle’s voice crackled on the other end, already mid-rant.

“I’m telling you, Jun, the guy’s a walking ethical violation. He can buy the law and still ask for a receipt.” Jun stifled a tired laugh. “I don’t need convincing, Michelle. I’ve seen the reports. He’s turning wildlife into patents.” “God. And he’s hot, which makes it worse. Like....if you’re going to ruin the planet, at least be ugly.” Jun snorted, walking past a wall of magazines toward a quiet corner with low bookshelves and a few scattered chairs. She dropped into one, exhaling as she took her tea.

“He probably drinks blood.”

“Or oat milk,” Michelle added. “The most evil of them all.” Jun flipped open the folder, letting Michelle’s voice turn to background noise. Her eyes scanned over the legalese, bullet points about ecological initiatives and data partnership offerings words meant to sound hopeful, but she knew better.

She could practically see the loopholes baked into the language. Behind her, someone shifted in their seat. She didn’t look up.

Kazuya sipped his coffee in silence, watching her over the rim of the cup. No one ever looked at him twice when he wore street clothes . A dark coat, low baseball cap, the ever-present shades. It was his disguise when he needed to breathe outside the branding machine. He hadn’t expected the girl from the WWPF to be this interesting. He didn’t hear every word, but he heard enough.

Turning wildlife into patents. Drinks blood. If you’re going to ruin the planet ,

His lip curved after heard that ,

Later They stood at the same time. Walked side by side without realizing. Both reached for the same elevator button , the top executive level .

Before glancing at each other with the mild surprise of two people who expected to part ways. Jun gave a polite half-bow, her instinct kicking in before her brain did. The man next to her nodded once, silent behind dark sunglasses and a cap, his posture relaxed but unreadable.

The elevator doors slid shut. Silence settled between them, dense and humming with the low static of recycled air.

The floor numbers ticked upward with mechanical precision. Jun shifted slightly, her matcha latte still warm in her hand but only just now did she realize she’d forgotten the folder she meant to skim through.

She sighed quietly, already regretting the detour. The man beside her tilted his head toward her, almost lazily.

“First time here?” Jun blinked. “Yeah. You?” He gave a noncommittal shrug.

“Now and then.” She nodded, unsure why his voice felt like it was tugging at something in her memory. His voice's deep and composed , measured in the way men with power often were, but with a smoothness that unsettled her

He glanced down at her drink, then back at her face“Where do you work?”

“The World Wildlife Protection Force,” she said without hesitation.

“I’m here on behalf of them.” There was a flicker in his expression barely a twitch but enough that she noticed. “Interesting,” he said, lips quirking into something just short of a smirk. “That’s a bit contradictory, isn’t it?”

Jun tilted her head. “How do you mean?”

“You’re delivering a proposal to a biotech corporation known for cutting-edge research on living subjects,” he said, voice low but sharp. “Yet you represent a group that values nature as sacred. Seems like spiritualism walking into the belly of logic.”

She stiffened. “We’re offering collaboration. Transparency. There’s nothing contradictory about trying to make something better from the inside.” “Hmm.” He turned slightly, his stance casual but his gaze, even behind the lenses, felt focused.

“I’ve always found spirituality… convenient. An elegant excuse to avoid uncomfortable truths.”

Jun’s jaw tightened. “It’s not an excuse. It’s an understanding. Science can break things down, sure . But it can’t explain everything. Not the soul. Not intuition. Not the feeling you get when the forest is quiet, and something tells you you’re not alone.”

His smile deepened, like he was enjoying a game she didn’t know she was playing.

“Or maybe that’s just your brain trying to find patterns in the noise.” Jun looked away. “Or maybe some of us actually listen when the world speaks.” He didn’t answer. Just took a slow sip of his black coffee, the silence stretching thin as glass between them. The elevator dinged. As the doors opened, he gestured with a hand, letting her exit first.

“After you,” he said smoothly. Jun muttered a quiet thanks, her thoughts buzzing. Something about him rubbed her the wrong way but not in the usual way. Not like a rude stranger.

More like someone who knew too much about people like her and found it amusing. She had no idea who he was. And Kazuya, watching her retreat down the hall with her paper in hand and spine held proudly straight, only smiled to himself.

This would be fun , He thought ,

At the corner of the room , Anna Williams was stunning in the way models wish they could be every movement calculated for charm and control. Her red suit was pressed sharp, her heels clicking like punctuation marks as she led Jun down the pristine corridor. “I can’t promise he’ll see you today,” Anna said with a shrug.

“He’s… temperamental. But I’ll inform him.”

“That’s fine, really,” Jun replied, bowing slightly. “I don’t want to cause trouble.”

“No worries, darling,” Anna purred. “Trouble’s his favorite flavor.”

Five minutes passed. Then Anna returned eyes wide, lips parted in disbelief. “He wants to meet you. Now.” Jun blinked. “Really?” They stared at each other in mutual confusion.

The office was sleek, dark, absurdly large. Windows stretched from floor to ceiling behind the desk, the Tokyo skyline sprawling like a motherboard. And in the center of it seated like a king in his domain was him. Same sharp cheekbones. Same shades.

But Different suit , He wear a deep violet suit, tailored within an inch of its life. A pocket square folded like origami. Cufflinks catching the light.

“Nice to meet you,” he said smoothly, standing with slow grace. “Though I suppose it’s even nicer to see a familiar face.”

Jun’s throat dried. Her matcha latte was still sitting on that café table, but she suddenly wished she could throw it at him. “It’s… Kazama. Sir.”

He gestured to the seat across from him like it was a throne, then sat back down. Jun slid into place, forcing her spine to stay straight. She placed the proposal on his desk and launched into the speech she’d rehearsed three times on the train.

“We’re proposing a collaboration between G Corporation and the WWPF to establish stricter guidelines and third-party oversight for any wildlife-related research conducted on protected lands or species. We’re also suggesting a joint transparency initiative to publish your ecological testing data to—”

“So?” he said. One word. It was Flat and full of disinterested feelings , it makes Jun blinked so many times , “So… this is an opportunity to rebuild trust.”

He tilted his head. “With people who don’t understand progress? With organizations that want to drag us back into the dark ages of superstition?”

Her nostrils flared. “You’re destroying ecosystems.” Jun still trying to draw a nice smile towards him , 

“I’m curing cancer.”

“At what cost?”

He stood slowly, walked to the window. “You can’t create miracles without sacrifice. Humanity sits at the top of the food chain for a reason. We eat animals. We use them. We progress. That’s nature, too.”

Jun’s fists curled. “God didn’t make animals to serve us like products. You don’t get to play divinity just because you can fund a lab.” He turned then, the full force of his gaze behind those damn sunglasses.

“Let me guess one thing about you Miss Kazama" He positioned himself , both arm sat on his office table , "You think prayer will stop a virus...Right Miss Kazama?”

She stood without thinking , her chair scraping sharply against the polished floor, her breath coming fast, too loud in the quiet room. “I think your arrogance,” she said, voice trembling not from fear but fury, “will cause more suffering than any disease you think you’re curing.”

Kazuya didn’t flinch. He took a step back to take a seat ,  he start to leaned back in his chair, crossed one leg over the other, and looked up at her like she was some mildly irritating riddle he had already solved.

“Hm. I guess.” He waved one gloved hand, dismissive.

“You can leave now, Miss Kazama. Go tell your sweet little magical company that I’ll never agree to your offer.” Jun’s nails dug into the folder at her side.

“Please, Mr. Mishima,” she tried again, her voice tight. “Think about the nature. The animals you’re using. They’re not just data points. They matter.” Kazuya’s smile was faint, almost condescending.

“Try to convince me another time. Preferably when your argument doesn’t sound like a prayer.” He stood, straightened the cuffs of his violet jacket.

“You’ve wasted five minutes of my life. I have a meeting to attend. Please take your leave....before I make you.”

Jun’s fists clenched so tight her knuckles whitened. She didn’t say another word. Just turned on her heel, marched toward the door , then paused, just for a second, as if some petty spirit took over her body. She looked over her shoulder with a forced, syrupy smile.

“Fine… Hope you have a veeeerrry little nice day, Mr. Mishima.” He chuckled under his breath as the door slammed shut behind her.

On the way home , Jun sat cross-legged on the train seat , breath slow but shaking. The stars above her blinked like ancient eyes. She closed her eyes, inhaled, exhaled and tried to think of the forest, the ocean, the scent of moss after rain. But her pulse wouldn’t calm. Not with his words still echoing in her chest.

Kazuya didn’t watch her leave. He didn’t have to. Her anger hung in the air like static an emotional trace, bitter and floral, the way wildflowers smelled just before a storm. He slowly walked back to his desk, picked up the untouched file she had left behind, and tossed it into the bin without opening it. Hope you have a very little nice day. He smirked. That girl had teeth after all.

“She’s spirited,” came Anna’s voice from the door, already letting herself in without knocking.

“You like them spirited.” Kazuya didn’t look at her. “I like them silent.” Anna strutted across the room, a tablet tucked under one arm, her crimson heels echoing like metronomes. “Too bad she works for a bunch of tree-hugging saints. She’s not going to back off, you know. That Kazama blood runs deep.”

He finally turned, lifting one brow behind his glasses. “You’re wasting time. Give me the update.” Anna tapped her tablet.

“Lee Chaolan is back in Japan.”

Kazuya’s expression didn’t change, but the air in the room did. The temperature seemed to shift subtly, almost imperceptibly but Anna noticed it. “He’s been meeting with UN eco-development officers,” she continued, “positioning himself as a clean-tech savior. Rumor is he’s planning to launch a new humanitarian wing under Violet Systems. A direct counter to G Corp’s biotech model.”

Kazuya moved to the window again, watching the city pulse below. He didn’t speak. “Some are calling him the ‘ethical face of innovation.’” Anna smiled thinly. “Sound familiar?” Still nothing ,

Anna shifted her tone, just slightly. “You think Heihachi set this up from the beginning?” The silence that followed was longer. Denser.

“He never wanted sons,” Kazuya said eventually, eyes narrowed. “He wanted weapons. Perfect blades sharpened against each other.” Anna walked up beside him, leaning against the glass.

“You were raised like wolves in a pit. No wonder you’re both trying to devour each other now.”

Kazuya’s jaw tensed. “Lee always needed to pretend he was pure. That’s why he hides behind philanthropy and that ridiculous silver hair. But under the fake smiles, he’s just as hungry.”

“And what about Jun Kazama?” Anna asked lightly. “Is she another wolf… or something else?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned away from the window and tapped the screen on his desk. A digital profile of Jun popped up: her work history, mission logs, field accolades, behavioral analysis. Her photo was candid , eyes bright, shoulders square, like someone who still believed the world could be saved.

“She’s not a threat,” he said flatly. Anna laughed once, sharp and amused. “You’re lying to yourself.” Kazuya stared at the screen a moment longer. Then shut it off.

“Keep an eye on her. If she pokes too hard… we push back.” “And Lee?” “We’ll deal with him the way we always have.”

Reblogs , likes and comments are appreciated ! Written by livewithyura 💌

Guys stay with me…. I promise you Kazuya will FELL HARDER to Jun 🫩🫩…. XOXO YURA .

[livewithyura]

Hi!!! I’m new to Tekken fandom and this is my first time requesting! So can I request victor chevalier x reader (she/her and works for victor) General dating Headcannon (SFW)

Thanks! :3

Victor Chevalier x reader [ SFW HEADCANON ]

Answer : Hello, welcome to the community btw! I hope you enjoy your stay! ( even though season 2 is a pain in the ass LMFAO. ) Actually, I’ve received a loooot of requests about this man, so I’m picking your message because it had so many great details! You did a really good job requesting, so thank you! I hope you enjoy my little scribble, anon. 🙏🏻🤍

Slight warning : Age-gap

🪄 Reblogs and likes are appreciated

You were part of the organization under Victor’s command — one of the younger, fiercely determined warriors he’d quietly been watching rise through the ranks.

At first? He didn’t pay special attention to you , you were just another fighter with something to prove. But the way you handled pressure, the way you challenged orders when they didn’t sit right… that caught his eye.

First real interaction? You called him out. Maybe in a strategy meeting — voice steady, gaze sharp. “With all due respect, sir… that’s not going to work.” Victor’s brow arched, that little smile tugging at his lips. “Hm… is that so, ma chère?”

After that, he made a habit of seeking you out. Training sessions. Tactical reviews. Quiet one-on-one check-ins under the guise of “mentorship.”

You tried to keep it professional. He didn’t. [ Don't be fooled by his stoic demeanour , remember when he said "I've got a lady I can't bear to keep waiting" . Yup this man mastered The Art Of Flirt lmfao ]

He's Always just a little too close, always slipping in a murmured, “Impressive work, mon cœur… but do pace yourself. I’d hate to see you burn out.”

The tension built fast . Long glances across mission briefings, sparring matches that lasted a little too long, moments after dangerous missions where his hand lingered on your shoulder just a second longer.

The turning point? A mission gone sideways. You were hurt, pushing yourself past limits. Victor was the first at your side, helping you to your feet, voice low and tight “You reckless thing… you’ll be the death of me.” And that’s when you realized this wasn’t just a mentor and his soldier.

SFW Headcanon

Victor’s first thought when you start dating? “Mon Dieu… what am I getting myself into?” You’re fire, attitude, memes, and late-night chaos and he’s soft-spoken menace, tailored suits, and old-school finesse.

You show him TikToks at 1 a.m. in bed. He pretends he doesn’t get it , but you catch him smirking way too often. One time you hear him mumble, deadpan, “It’s giving… what’s the word… slay?” You almost fell off the bed laughing.

Oh, you think you’re in charge? Victor’s smirk says otherwise , the second you walk into the room he keep teasing you all the time . Especially when you’re flustered. Victor , Leaning in a little too close with a low voice “Mm… I bet it doesn’t feel like this with that 'boy of yours' does it?” (He’s half-joking — but not really.)

He’s protective without being suffocating. If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, his hand’s already at the small of your back, guiding you away, gaze sharp and polite “Is there something I can help you with, mon ami?”

The age-gap dynamic hits hardest in quiet moments , when he’s brushing your hair back, murmuring, “No matter how hard you fight me, mon cœur… you’ll always be mine.” And yeah, his accent absolutely destroys you.

Victor is old-school romantic , Sends flowers “just because.” Opens your door, pulls out your chair, takes your coat. But also lets you call the shots when it counts , he likes someone who challenges him.

When you’re out together, he’s tactile! A hand at your waist, fingers brushing yours, lips near your ear when he speaks. Always making sure you know you’re his.

In public , He composed, sophisticated in front of you . But in private he's surprisingly soft. Kisses the inside of your wrist when you’re sad, tucks your hair behind your ear, whispers French endearments when you least expect it.

That voice during fights or reconciliations? You will not win. “Mon amour… come here. Let me remind you why you are mine.”

The arguments are legendary. You throw shade; Victor throws silk. “You can’t just buy my problems away” Victor with a wine in his hand “No, but I can buy the building they live in.” “Victor—”“Hush, mon cœur.” [ And he give you a kiss on the forehead lmfao ]

He spoils you endlessly. New phone? Check. Designer clothes? Check. “Victor, I don’t need all this.” “Ah, but I need to see you happy.” (and yeah, he’s smooth enough to get away with it)

Technology gap? Hilarious. You teach him how to use Discord and he teaches you how to sip bourbon without dying. “Why do you text with perfect punctuation?!” “Why do you… type in lowercase and send frog emojis?”

Physical affection is constant. Victor touches your back when you pass him. Kisses your temple when you’re focused. Runs his fingers through your hair while you rant about your day.

Jealousy? Subtle but deadly. Someone flirts with you? Victor appears beside you, wraps an arm around you, murmurs in French just loud enough for them to hear. They back off fast.

His biggest soft spot? When you fall asleep on him, mid-ramble, hoodie half-off, phone slipping from your hand — Victor just watches you with the fondest damn look on his face. “What am I going to do with you, mon amour…”

🪄 writtenbylivewithyura , reblogs and likes are appreciated!

[livewithyura]

Hey, there baby girl....~ how are you doing?

Before that I want to apologize because I often make requests with lots of characters 🥺🥲

Since your request is still open, may i've a reaquest for jin kazama ( Because I'm so obsessed with this guy😩 ), Lee chaolan and lars Anderson x elegant,wife reader Who is very insensitive to her own feelings and is also very workaholic, to the point of forgetting her wedding anniversary. And their children are annoyed because wife elegan fem reader forgot all that and have to tell her that their father was trying to give them a surprise but, wife elegan fem reader found it instead 🤣...

This is going to be so funny ... Please, i've begging you 🙏🙏🍓🍓🍓🍓

Jin , Lee and Lars x Workaholic fem Reader | “Meet me in the afterglow”

Answer : It’s okay gurl!! . I’m actually working on all of your cute requests and I love how you keep sending me new ideas for this fandom 🤍. Since you just hit me with a new request, guess I will work on this one hehe .

Context : She works 12-hour days in heels, forgets to eat, and sometimes forgets she’s married to a man who worships the ground she walks on.

Side note : Tap the #yura’s tekkenreader for more tekken imagines ! This is SFW fic btw

Lee Chaolan

𐙚˙The meet cuteᡣ𐭩

You met at a high-profile gala. You were cornered by some exes , sipping bad champagne. Lee swooped in like a soap opera character.

“You look like someone who hates this.” You replied, You replied, “I hate weak liquor” He laughed. You didn’t. But you stayed.

You didn’t give your number. You gave your card. That didn’t stop him from sending flowers and a brunch invite the next day.

Lee made you laugh when you hadn’t laughed in months. Not because he was funny , because he paid attention to your interest . Dating him was like being swept into a tornado of velvet, sarcasm, and too many gifts.

He proposed dramatically in front of a fountain. You looked at the ring and said, “I’ll have to check my schedule.”

He married you anyway. Said it was the most “on brand” thing you could’ve said.

𐙚˙ Life with them . 🤍

Married life with Lee is dramatic vs. deadpan . He plans surprise weekend getaways, you pack work files. He gives you rose petals, you give him a 10-year investment plan.

Mornings with Lee are either chaos or indulgent. No in-between. He either oversleeps and steals your lipstick or makes you a five-star breakfast in bed.

He tries to get you to take coffee breaks with him like it’s a date. You almost never agree , but the one time you do, he brags about it for a week.

Evening routine? You’re at your desk, he’s draped across the couch dramatically sighing, “I’m a widower by spreadsheet ~”

Leaves sticky notes on your laptop to get your attention : “Eat something, gorgeous 🌹”

Makes you drink water. Stands there until you do. Puts his hand on his hip and everything.

Will absolutely guilt-trip you into self-care. “Do you want our children to grow up motherless because you forgot to sleep?”

Flirts like it’s a full-time job to get your attention , Slides into your home office wearing only a robe and a smirk.

Threatens to send embarrassing photos to your coworkers if you don’t take a break.

Also just whines affectionately. Lays in your lap until you finally sigh, close the laptop, and say, “What do you want?” “Your love and attention, obviously , honey ~”

𐙚˙Anniversary day ! . 🤍

Lee had plans. Big ones. He had a rooftop dinner catered, candles, live string quartet, your favorite wine flown in from Italy.

He even dressed up. And you? Logged into a Zoom meeting and told him, “I’ll be done in an hour.” Four hours later, he was drinking alone under fairy lights.

You didn’t mean to forget. But you did. The string quartet. The rooftop dinner. The champagne chilling in an ice bucket. All of it untouched.

You were in your office, answering emails. Lee waited four hours. In a white suit. Hair perfectly done. The candle wax melted all the way down.

When you finally stepped out tired, unaware , he smiled . That too-big, too-perfect smile he wears when he’s dying inside.

“Oh, you’re done. I thought maybe you’d died at your desk.” You blink, confused. “What?” Then you see the flowers. The food. The faint music.

You put it together. Too late.“I… forgot,” you say, hollow. Lee just shrugs. Still smiling. “Don’t worry, darling. It’s only the day we promised to love each other forever. Not like that matters, right?”

Your kids walks in just in time to hear that. Deadpan. “Mom. You cooked his soul.”

The kids were scandalized. Your daughter drew a picture of “Mommy breaking Daddy’s heart” and left it on your keyboard.

Your son said, “If you wanted a divorce, you could’ve just said it.”

Lee? Still smiling. Still in love. “It’s okay, darling. I’ve only waited 364 days for this. No big deal.”

The next day , You try to fix it . You change your lifestyle . That night , You light a candle. You sit at the table and pour him wine with shaky hands.

And you say something you never say “I messed up. I’m sorry. I love you, Lee.”

His expression falters , He laughs but it’s quieter now. Honest. “God, you really know how to break a man. Do you know how long I practiced saying ‘I love you’ in French for this year? …. Just to impress you”

He lets you pull him close. Lets you kiss his hand. You’ve never been good at big emotions. But that night, you sit on the floor with him, barefoot and apologizing in whispers.

Your daughter walks past the room and mutters, “I guess Mom does have feelings. Mark your calendars.”

Lee looks at you like he just won the lottery. “Well, well. My icy wife melts after all.”

LARS ALEXANDERSSON

𐙚˙The meet cuteᡣ𐭩

Met you during a classified summit. You were all business , precise words, power suit, clipboard. He was a guest speaker.

You didn’t speak to him at first. Just raised an eyebrow when he challenged a statistic in your presentation.

Later, he approached you in private “You were right. I looked into it.” You nodded. “I know.” He smiled. “I’d like to learn more.” You paused. “About economics?” “About you.”

You married him after months of slow-burning connection. He never rushed you. Just walked beside you until one day, you let him hold your hand.

𐙚˙ Life with them

Domestic life with Lars is peaceful and low-pressure. He does the chores you forget , Notices when you’re stressed before you realize it.

Lars is structured, but not rigid. He starts his day early, makes breakfast, and leaves your plate covered if you’re in a meeting.

He checks in during the day , not to hover, just a quick “how are you , my love?” text.

You usually work into the night. He brings tea around 9PM and sits nearby, reading or working on his own stuff. No pressure. Just presence.

Keeps track of your schedule better than you do. Lars always reeminds you of important dates gently but firmly.

Keeps fresh flowers in your office because he knows you like beauty even if you never say it out loud.

If you’re spiraling from stress, he grounds you with one hand on your back and says quietly: “You’re doing your best. It’s enough.”

How does he gets your attention? hmm he doesn’t demand it. But when he really needs your focus, he stands in the doorway, arms crossed, gaze steady.

You feel his presence before you even look up “Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking.”

When you give in, he uses those five minutes to hold your hand and ask how you are. Somehow that always makes you stay longer.

His love language is quiet patience and somehow, it works every time.

𐙚˙Anniversary day ! . 🤍

Lars is the type who doesn’t expect much , but he hopes. So when he baked your favorite cake, made dinner, and the kids helped decorate , he was quietly excited.

He even wore that one sweater you once said made him look “unfairly handsome.” You were in the next room. On a video call.

When the cake came out, you didn’t even look up. He said nothing. Just smiled, blew out the candle by himself, and told the kids, “Mom’s busy. We’ll do something next week.”

The kids weren’t okay . Your son wrote “Happy Anniversary” on a napkin and left it on your desk . Your daughter asked, “Does Mom still love us? Or just the stock market?”

When you finally noticed, Lars just said “It’s alright. I know you’re tired.” But he looked exhausted. Not physically , but emotionally.

That’s when you really saw it . The quiet disappointment , Lars still made sure the night was gentle, even if it hurt.

The next morning , You walked up behind him in the kitchen. Wrapped your arms around his waist. Pressed your forehead into his back. And for once, your voice cracked.“I forgot something important. I don’t want to forget you.”

He turned around slowly, like he wasn’t sure you were real.Held your face and said with zero bitterness , “I just miss you. Even when you’re here.” You cried for the first time in years. He held you like he’d been waiting.

The kids walked in, saw you two holding each other in the middle of the kitchen, and quietly walked back out like “Okay… maybe she does love him. Crisis averted.”

That night, you took your laptop and locked it in a drawer . For the first time in months, you fell asleep in his arms, not your inbox. He whispered, “This is all I ever wanted.”

JIN KAZAMA

You don’t do clubs. You’re a high-functioning, designer-clad menace who negotiates with billionaires before breakfast.

But your chaotic best friend begged. “Loosen up, wear something tight, live a little.” You compromised with a backless black dress and four-inch heels. As soon you reached the bar , You already regret your decision .

Jin’s only at the club because he lost a bet against Hwoarang and Hwoarang dragged him there.

Forty minutes in, your friend vanishes into the crowd with some guy named Bradley or Brandon or Whatever. Your phone’s dead. The bar’s packed. Every man who tries to hit on you smells like vape juice and regret.

Jin sees you flawless, pissed off, looking like you could ruin a man’s life with one eyebrow raised. You catch him looking.

You don’t have a choice so you march right over , with desperation you say “Hey. I know this is insane but… can you please pretend you know me?”

You don’t do this. Ever. But you’re surrounded by creeps and he’s the least annoying thing in the room . Jin blinks silently , Then nods once. “Sure.”

The drunk guy kept bothering you , Jin hit him with a simple word “Babe, you good?” he adds with zero inflection but just enough threat ,

You slide your arm through his. “Perfect” The drunk guy stalking you backs off. Jin doesn’t even look at him. He’s too busy side-eyeing you.

You offer him your number not because you’re desperate, but because something about him feel safe.

He doesn’t text for three days. Then “Next time someone loses you in a club, call me first.” You save his number under Kazama // Last Resort

Two years later, he’s still the one you call first. You married him after a long stretch of late nights and silent support. No ring pic, no public announcement. Just vows exchanged in private.

𐙚˙ Life with Jin

Married life with Jin is quite stable. He notices when you’re burning out before you do. If you forget to eat? He leaves a tray near your desk without a word.

He handles your emotional distance like it’s second nature. He doesn’t need you to cry or confess. He just wants you to rest.

Jin’s mornings start at 5AM . Meditation , tea, silence. Yours start with phone calls and three overlapping meetings.

He doesn’t interrupt. He just leaves a hot cup of tea and a protein bar on your desk before he heads out.

Dinner is often cold by the time you remember to come downstairs, but Jin keeps it warm anyway.

How does Jin take care of you? He often Notices your burnout signs before you do. Tense shoulders? He’ll wordlessly rub them.

When you’re working too late, he turns off the lights in the office so you have to stop. Refuses to argue about it. Just say, “You need rest.” and carries you to bed if necessary.

How Does He Gets Your Attention? Doesn’t compete with your work. Instead, he waits. Quietly.

But sometimes he’ll drop a soft, deadly line like: “You’ve been working for 12 hours. I’m starting to think you love your laptop more than me.”

One sharp look from him and suddenly you’re paying attention. Also he often wear : black v-neck, sweatpants, low voice to get your eyes stick to his body . Jin knows how to weaponize subtlety.

𐙚˙Anniversary day ! . 🤍

Jin didn’t even flinch when you forgot. He had a quiet dinner planned, candles lit, he’s the one who set the table and the kids just watching .

You didn’t show. Still working. He just sighed, boxed the food, and said, “Let her finish.”

But the kids? No. They were DONE. Your daughter literally walked into your home office with a plate of cold food and dropped it in front of you.“Happy anniversary, Mom. Dad only cooked for four hours.”

Your son just shook his head and whispered, “Tragic.”

You were too shocked to react. You didn’t even realize what day it was , you ran to him leaving your job and hit him with the “I’m so sorry Jin…” Jin kissed your cheek later and said, “You’re still my favorite person. Even if you forgot.”

The next morning, you noticed. The leftover cake. The wine still corked. Your kid watching you like you were a criminal. You tried to act normal. Kissed Jin’s cheek. “Morning.”

He nodded. “Morning.” That was it. You hated how still he was. Not cold. Not angry. Just quiet.

That night, you tried. Wore the dress he liked. Put your phone away. Said, “Let’s have dinner. Just us.”

He agreed. Sat with you. Ate politely. But there was a distance you couldn’t name. So you touched his hand halfway through the meal, stared into his eyes, and said, “I’m sorry. I should’ve remembered. I should’ve been there.”

He gave a small nod. Didn’t pull away from the grasp of your hand . “You’ve been busy.” He said , simply . For you It wasn’t enough. You felt it. For once, you were chasing him.

The next day, you tried harder. Made breakfast. Tried to joke like old times. Even offered to take a day off (which you never do).

Jin was kind and soft -spoken but he still don’t give you the ‘loving’ side of him . It drove you insane. You were used to him being quiet but not unreachable. Not like this.

That night, you cornered him in the kitchen.“Do you still love me?” you asked, trying not to sound scared.

He blinked. Finally looked at you , really looked.“Of course I do.” then the silent fill the kitchen once again ,

Then he gently touched your cheek. “It’s okay, my love… I… still love you.” And just as that emotional bomb dropped ,

Your son walked in with cereal, paused in the doorway, and muttered, “Wow. That was so dramatic. Are you guys okay now?” ( literally kazuya junior helpppp )

Jin smirked slightly. You burst out laughing and finally relaxed for the first time in days. That night, you curled into him in bed. No laptop. No meetings. Just his heartbeat.

He kissed your forehead and whispered ,“Just… don’t forget me, alright?” You didn’t say anything. You just held on tighter.

🪄 Writtenbylivewithyura , reblogs are appreciated !

[livewithyura]

Hi! Can I request Leo Kliesen (He/Him/They/Them pronouns) headcanons, SFW, and NSFW ones please :) ?

Leo Kliesen Headcanon [ SFW/NSFW ]

Answer : Yes, sure! Ngl I’m kind of nervous writing about Leo because their gender can be seen in a lot of ways in the Tekken community. Maybe you and I have different interpretations on Leo Kliesen . Btw The nsfw kinda hard to write i’m trying my best to remind myself to neutralized it 😞🫶🏻! Lastly thank you for requesting , I hope you like my little scribble .

Warning / note for NSFW PART : Minor dni , unproctected s&x , fing$ring , reader are gni .

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SFW LEO HCS

── .✦ Leo is the kind of partner who’s lowkey loyal but emotionally intense. It takes him a while to open up, but once he trust you? He loves hard in their quiet, thoughtful way.

── .✦ Don't do huge PDA, but henwill tuck your hair behind your ear during a conversation. Fix your collar. Let his hand linger on your back just a little longer than necessary. All soft, casual touches with a meaning that’s anything but casual.

── .✦ You compliment their style once and they replay it in their head for days. “You said I looked good in green?” “Yeah?” “Okay. Cool. Just making sure.” ( He definitely wore green again the next day or everyday LMFAO ]

── .✦ Leo’s home is quiet, warm, and full of little unfinished projects. Wires on the coffee table. A typewriter he restore in the kitchen. A stack of poetry books on the windowsill. You fit in like a missing piece , not because you change anything, but because you see beauty in the same messes they do.

── .✦ Mornings are slow. No chaos. Just soft music playing from a half-built speaker you two made together, tea brewing, and Leo mumbling “five more minutes” into your shoulder. He always wake up wrapped around you , forehead to neck, hand over your chest like you might float away.

── .✦ You two read to each other. In bed. On the couch. Leo’s voice is calm, a little low, and always full of emotion. Sometimes he stop mid-poem just to say, “This part reminds me of you.”

── .✦ Sometimes you fall asleep at your workbench. Leo covers you with their jacket, brushes your hair back, kisses your temple, and goes right back to working beside you. A quiet love with no fuss .

── .✦ You argue about dumb things like “you already had three cups of coffee” or “stop ignoring your lunch” but it always ends with a sigh, a kiss, and someone handing over the other’s favorite snack like a peace offering.

── .✦ Leo always fixing things for you. Your watch. A loose cabinet door. But you fix things for them too ! His heart, He need for someone who understands them without asking. ( Ok sounds corny but hold my hand okay? )

── .✦ When Leo first told you they were a speleologist, you were like “a what now?” “Caves,” he said smiling like it was obvious. “I study and explore them.”

── .✦ And then they Leo lit up , He started talking about underground rivers, mineral deposits, and how peaceful it is to be miles beneath the earth in total silence. You were gone. Hooked. Just watching their eyes light up.

── .✦ You didn’t go spelunking with them right away , it’s intense, dangerous. But when you finally agreed to come along, Leo treated it like something sacred. He packed your gear for you. Double-checked your boots. Showed you how to clip your harness and say “We go slow. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

── .✦ In the cave, Leo’s whole energy shifts. Still soft, but focused. He talk less, but every word matters. “Step there. Don’t touch that wall — loose limestone.” You follow his voice like a tether.

── .✦ But when you stop in a wide cavern, your flashlight beam catching on a thousand-year-old rock formation, you look over and Leo’s just watching you with a smile “You’re beautiful when you’re curious,” And suddenly the cave isn’t cold anymore.

── .✦ Leo bring back little things for you. A smooth stone that reminded them of your favorite color. A photo of rare cave crystals. A page of notes they scribbled during a dig ( Bonus : your name in the corner and a heart next to it )

── .✦ When you’re stressed or overwhelmed, Leo sometimes says, “Want to disappear underground for a bit?” It’s your secret code now , your version of running away together. Not out of fear, but for peace.

── .✦ You both have a playlist of “cave songs.” Atmospheric, calm, echoey. It’s what he fall asleep to sometimes . One earbud in, your hand in theirs.

── .✦ And if you ever got lost or scared down there? Leo would find you. Instantly. Not just because they know every tunnel, but because they know you. “I’ve got you,” He whisper, forehead pressed to yours in the dim glow of headlamps. “You’re not alone.”

── .✦ Leo once gave you a hand-drawn map of their favorite cave system. Labeled it carefully. Highlighting the place . “One day , I want to take them here someday.”

NSFW LEO HCS

── .✦ Leo's desperate but has an urge to dominate you in bed . Leo will kiss every part of you while they pinch your private part. hard , “Please…baby you’re soaking wet , let me finish what you've done to me? Yea?”

── .✦ I think Leo’s a person that cares about your satisfaction and handles it with care and intensity . He’s not a rough person and avoids dom/sub things . Sometimes he can be dominant , Sometimes he will submit to you . Depends on your mood !

── .✦ Leo can be a gentleman and a freak at the same time . One time in the morning he will just tease you by sliding his hand across your skin, fingers tracing over your chest. But when he’s in freak mode he will drag you into the shower and have shower sex with you . “Will you cum for me darling? I will make it quick yea?” Face down , and he will fck and pump his cum before he goes to work .

── .✦ Favorite thing? When you ride his thigh , his cloth thigh . He will sit you on his lap , “Go on little cowboy, ride my thigh” probably will bully your private part with his finger and ask you to cum on his lap while whispering “God … You feel so good my love” [ Bonus plus if he’s fully clothed and you’re naked ]

── .✦ Public sex? Nope he doesn’t enjoy it . Come on, he's a shy person . If he can’t resist you he’s going to bring you back home and fuck you until you don’t remember your last name . ( In car maybe he will finger fuck you if he’s in desperation )

── .✦ He loves to eat you up , they’re messy and desperate when it comes to sucking you off . Like spit on it / licking their own cum on your used private part / he knows how exactly to lick and suck you up . ( will die for 69 position with you , asked politely for you to sit on his face “Please be a good girl/boy and sit on my face , yea? )

── .✦ Love seeing you taste your own mess/cum, Knuckles deep in your private part and after you cum on his hand , he will make you taste yourself . “That pretty little mouth of yours….”

── .✦ Don’t worry, his fingering/thrust isn't too rough and fast . He will ask you beforehand “Can you handle it baby? Want me to go faster hm? Tell me”

── .✦ Groaning in your ear 😺

── .✦ Well his submissive side? Well I think Leo is also willing to submit to you , once he looks at you and your lingerie/dress he will kneel in front of you “Do you wish to see me on my knees , darling? Is that it?”

── .✦ Body worship . Body worship . Body worship . He will kneel and hug your knees , place his entire face on your thick/slender tights while you’re standing . “Please baby , I need you” yep full of desperation .

── .✦ Leo will submissively sitting on a chair with their leg spread open “Are you just going to stare sweetheart? Do something”

── .✦ Aftercare? Of course he will do that! He will wipe your sweat with a towel and kiss you softly , Asking if you’re okay 100x times and clean your mess quietly . “I’m so sorry if I being so rough with you today princess”

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[livewithyura]

HIIIII is it okay if you can write headcanons from hwoarang x gn!reader who really likes video games? methinks maybe even a lot of rhthym games? if possible, thank u ^_^

Hwoarang x gamer gn!reader

Answer : Sure Anon ! I actually into some rhythm games so I think I will EAT the details up ☝️😟 . For Hwoarang , It’s very funny to imagine him having a game partner ? but it’s a cuuuuteeeee idea . I think he will not be bothered by it , but his annoying ass will tease you when you’re playing . Maybe getting little too touchy when you grabbed your console , accidentally pushed your wrist while you’re playing and babbling about it for the whole day . But trust me , he love you for it .

Side note : I know I’m so annoying uploading two hwoarang content at the same time , okay? just suck it up . I’m just replying , nothing much . Btw if you want to read all my tekkenxreader stuff just press the yura’s tekken reader hashtag . ( too lazy to do some masterlist lmfao ) . AND to all people that have sent me request , I’m trying my best to do/reply to all of it . Your support and patience are trulllyyy appreciated! okay bubye 🤍

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✧˖°🎮 You met at an arcade. You were mid-rhythm game, absolutely slaying some ridiculous track at max difficulty — and Hwoarang was watching like 😒 “Tch. It’s just flashing lights. Who cares.” You hit a full combo. The crowd cheered. He was annoyed that he found it hot.

✧˖°🎮 “Hmph. I don’t care,” he said, arms crossed. But showed up the next night ! And the next… Until you finally looked over like “You come here a lot for someone who doesn’t care.” He mumbled something and bought you a soda to distract you.

✧˖°🎮 Now you’re dating and he’s the worst/best gamer boyfriend. He Pretends to roast you. but deep inside Hwoarang’s actually obsessed.

✧˖°🎮 “You gonna play that weeb light show thing again?” he says, while spooning you from behind on the couch and handing you your controller. “...Shut up.” “Love you too, babe.”

✧˖°🎮 Lowkey touchy at all times when you game. Arms wrapped around you from behind. Head on your shoulder. Hands on your thighs. Pretends he’s “bored” but watches your screen with hyper focus.

✧˖°🎮 You beat a new level? He acts like it’s no big deal, but you catch him grinning. “Knew you could do it.” “ Awee Hwoa , You’re blushing” “Shut up.”

✧˖°🎮 You teach him how to play rhythm games. He sucks at first and swears the machine is broken. “This thing’s rigged.” “You missed ten notes, Hwoarang.” “It’s got lag. I’m a real fighter, not a finger-tapper.”

✧˖°🎮 But when you cheer him on and hold his hand through a track? Oh yeah. He’s in and addicted by it . But he’s sure don’t want you to know he’s into it.

✧˖°🎮 Now he brags about your scores like it’s his achievement. “Yeah, they hit 99.6 on Demon Mode. No big deal. Probably broke a national record or something.” “You said rhythm games were lame.” “Yeah well, you're not.”

✧˖°🎮 If you get frustrated or lose a streak, he’s there immediately . Pulling you into his lap, pressing kisses to your temple. “You’re too cool to cry over pixels. Try again. I got you.”

✧˖°🎮 One time , You joke that he only likes you because you’re good at games. He goes dead serious. “Nah. I like you ‘cause you’re you. The gaming’s just a bonus.” “Aw—” “...But also if you get a new high score I’m gonna kiss or fuck you so hard you forget how to play.”

✧˖°🎮 Once, during a boss fight, he was watching you so intensely you paused and asked, “what?” He just said, “Nothing. You just look hot when you’re focused.” anddd You died in-game. He laughed for a full two minutes.

✧˖°🎮 He starts calling you his “little rhythm god.”” “Please never say that again.” “Too late. It's canon.”

✧˖°🎮 Eventually builds a whole setup for you. Headphones, chair, LED lights, custom controller. Pretends it’s no big deal. “Thought you could use a better setup. Don't get emotional or whatever.” But he definitely spent hours researching what gear matched your play style .

✧˖°🎮 If you’re on the couch playing handheld, he’s got his head in your lap, arms wrapped around your waist, just vibing while you tap away. “This your love language or something?” “Touching you while you do your nerd sh*t? Yeah. Probably.”

✧˖°🎮 He secretly tries the rhythm games when you’re out just so he can impress you. Comes in one day , He’s like “Hey. Check this! Beats your old score by 2 points. “HOW—” “I do have rhythm. Told you.”

🪄Writtenbylivewithyura , reblogs are allowed and appreciated .

[livewithyura]

can you write a fanfic where it’s hwoarang x gyaru reader? their friends but not really friends and they’ve been developing a romantic tension between them, and one sparring session things come to light? I’ve never requested something ever on tumblr before so I’m so sorry if that was confusing 😔

🪄 . Hwoarang x gyaru reader ( Headcanon )

Answer : First, thank you for requesting ! And yes, of course I can. Looking at your request, I really think Hwoarang’s dynamic with the reader will be full of chaos ☝️😟 ! And before I start, I want to apologize if I failed to portray the gyaru reader in the wrong way. I’m trying my best to write it.

Side note : Guys , I might upload Hwoarang content twice at the same day……..🤕🤕 ( I’m so annoying , I know )

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──★ ˙🧷 ̟ You're glam, loud, and always dressed like you're about to hit Shibuya 109 — long nails, glossy lips, dramatic liner. Hwoarang calls you “Barbie” the first time he sees you. You call him “Bootleg” It’s war from there .

──★ ˙🧷You're not friends. You train together. That’s it! Except he always offers you water. You always tie your hair up with his spare bandana. He never asks for it back.

──★ ˙🧷He gets annoyed that you fight “too pretty.” “Sorry I don’t need to look like a raging demon to win.” “You barely win.” “You barely survive.”

──★ ˙🧷The romantic tension is stupid-obvious. Neither of you address it. But every time you spar, the hits are just a little too close, the stares too long.He pins you? He hesitates. You sweep him? You don’t move off him right away.

──★ ˙🧷 One day it gets heated. The match turns into a full-on push-pull, insults flying, adrenaline high. He’s got you pinned, breathing hard, foreheads almost touching.“You always talk big,” he mutters.“You always look at me like that,” you shoot back. “Like what?” “Like you wanna kiss me but can’t stand the idea of liking me.”

──★ ˙🧷And that’s it. He leans in. You don’t stop him. It's not soft. It’s hot and a desperate kiss with a little bit of stubbornness . Everything you've both refused to say finally burned through the walls.

──★ ˙🧷After all of that , His tsundere ass just brush it off when you mention the kiss . Just like Sabrina Carpenter said in that one song “Weee Nevvverrr Talkeeed abooouttt Ittt” .

──★ ˙🧷 Now you spar closer. Stare longer. Smile a little when the other one’s not looking. One time Jin visited you guys and asked innocently , “You guys… been dating for months right?” “We’re not even a friends….” “Just shut the fuck up ( Y/N)”

Confession ?

──★ ˙🧷 The confession happens accidentally. Of course it does. You’re yelling at him because he forgot your bubble tea order . AGAIN . ( You do know you can’t trust him ) “it’s just tea! you don’t even like tapioca that much!” “If you loved me, you’d remember I like lychee jelly!! “Well maybe I do love you, so shut up!”

──★ ˙🧷Later, neither of you bring it up. He keeps pacing. You keep overthinking. Finally, he just corners you in the hallway like: “So… about what I said.” “If you say it was ‘in the heat of the moment’ I will throw hands.” “No. I meant it.” ( And then he kisses you like it’s the only way he knows how to say it again )

──★ ˙🧷 He sucks at being soft , But now that it’s out there .“I got you food.” “Thanks, babe.” “Yeah… love you or whatever.

──★ ˙🧷 You make it official-official during a quiet night in. No drama, no yelling. You’re sitting on the couch in his hoodie, legs over his lap, half-asleep while watching a trashy dating show. He looks at you, and says “I love you.”Just like that. You blink in confusion , try to digest his word . “Yeah?”“Yeah.” “Good. I love you too Hwoarang”

──★ ˙🧷 Hwoarang gives you forehead kiss, soft sigh, and his hand lacing with yours like he never wants to let go.

Dating life after that?

──★ ˙🧷 You’re “crashing” at his place , your lashes are on his nightstand and your nail glue is in his medicine cabinet. “You moved in,” he says. “No I didn’t.” “There’s a pink Hello Kitty bathrobe in my closet!” “Okay and?”

──★ ˙🧷 He pretends to be annoyed when you steal his hoodies, but secretly loves when they smell like your perfume the next day. “Give it back (Y/N) , It’s cold outside” “No <3” “Shit , You’re lucky you’re cute.”

──★ ˙🧷 He walks around shirtless on purpose and acts confused when you stare. “Put on a shirt.”“You’re literally wearing a skirt the size of a belt.” “AND I’M STILL OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE.” [ He picks you up and throws you into his bed “Be a good girl for a second , yea?” and you know what happen next ehem ]

──★ ˙🧷You paint his nails once “as a joke.” He never takes it off. Won’t let anyone mention it either. “Say somethin’ and I’ll break your jaw,” he tells that to all the fighters he met lmfao .

──★ ˙🧷 Late-night hair care convos. You show him how to properly condition his ends. He listens too well. Brags about his routine to Jin . Jin just give him compliment about it and he say “Yeah it’s argan oil. Don’t touch it. My girl picked it.”

──★ ˙🧷 He always acts like he’s the tough one but the minute you look sad? He’s panicking. “You okay?” “I’m fine.” “Okay but like… are you actually okay or should I go beat someone up?”

──★ ˙🧷 You tried to do laundry once and turned all his white tanks pink.“Why is everything Pepto Bismol colored?” “It’s fashion baby” “I’ll let that slide….just because of you”

──★ ˙🧷 You both sleep like a tangled mess. Arms everywhere. You hog the blanket. He hogs you. Wakes up with glitter in his hair and refuses to talk about it.

[kristailine]

Jun might have believed that Kazuya was dead when news broke out about how lethal the final KOIF Tournament 2 went. But that belief of hers didn't last long because somehow, some way, in her own twisted silent faith, she knows in her heart and soul that Kazuya will return.

A spiritualist like Jun would be heavily in tune with souls, especially with someone like Kazuya, whom she shared such a profound connection with. No doubt she pondered upon his disappearance (or "death") night and day. Logic says he's dead, but there's an inner knowing within her that was whispering that Kazuya will return. Something beyond rational explanations could make sense. It wasn't her coping losing Kazuya, but it was a silent strength that was anchoring her to believe in her own intuitions.

And I feel, besides Jin's protection, she never really told Jin about Kazuya because in her heart, mind, and soul, she knows she doesn't have to tell their son about him. Jun knows within her that Kazuya can do it, himself because she has an inner knowing that he will return.