#tekken fic

[livewithyura]

Hi! I saw your requests were open and wanted to request headcanons with Lee Chaolan (The lack of content on him should be a crime- HE'S JUST SO- ✨💘💞💗)

Basically- how would married life be like with him 👀 The wedding day itself?! The honeymoon?! HIS DEVOTED ASS JUST BEING HIMSELF AS HE FLEXES AND SPOILS HIS WIFE?! CHILDREN?! DOMESTIC STUFF?!

Sorry if this is too many things to ask for in 1 post 😭 but feel free to add or remove anything 💕

Lee Headcanon!

Answer : Yeaaaa of course!! Omg I love this sassy man , The lack of content of this man? JAIL TIME . I know . Btw Omg your idea is very cute , I also can imagine he spoil his family and bragging how he love his wife to lars lmfaooo . And also I’m very happy to see a long request , thinking about how you spend your free time to wrote this much . Don’t worry anon! , I will make sure to fulfill your request .

Extra Notes : Uh I’m sorry for being inactive again , just having a writer block for one month . ( Just kill me )

Content : Husband Lee Headcanon .

The Wedding

☁️ 𐙚 . First of all, the venue is not “a” venue. It’s his venue. A custom-built estate on a cliff overlooking the sea. Cherry blossoms were flown in. The koi pond was designed to reflect the exact color of your eyes. No, he won’t say how much it cost. Yes, it was probably illegal ( Don’t do him wrong )

☁️ 𐙚 . His suit? Tailored within an inch of its life. White silk, silver trim, and cufflinks engraved with the date he met you , not the wedding. The day you became real to him.

☁️ 𐙚 . He wrote his vows in the middle of the night and sealed them in an envelope scented with your perfume. His handwriting is so clean it looks printed. His voice shakes only once during the speech , “You are the only thing I’ve never wanted to replace.”

☁️ 𐙚 . Walked down the aisle like he was in a cologne ad. Smirking and winking at guests. But the second he saw you? Full-body freeze. His smile become falters , His Eyes soften . It’s the only time all day he didn’t have a snarky comeback.

☁️ 𐙚 . He kisses your hand right before the “I do.” Trust me , It’s not scripted. He Just couldn't help himself when he saw you . ( Swears he blacked out for the whole ceremony , Don’t worry Lars and Alisa come to the rescue )

☁️ 𐙚 The kiss? Gosh just like taylor swift said ‘Messy top lip-kiss’ , ( He never ever let your waist free from his touch )

☁️ 𐙚 The reception is like a celebrity gala. Champagne towers. A live string quartet remixing your favorite pop songs. Lee makes a toast, obviously: “She said yes, and frankly, I’d have bought the moon if it meant she said it again.”

☁️ 𐙚 First dance? Hmmm of course it choreographed, dramatic, flawless. Did you rehearse it? No. But he makes you feel like you’re the star of a movie. Somewhere during the spin, he whispers, “We’re the best-looking couple in the room. Just facts.”

☁️ 𐙚 The wedding favors are custom perfume bottles ! His scent for the men, yours for the women. The label says “Chaolan & [Your Last Name] — Est. Today.”

☁️ 𐙚 When the night winds down and you’re both tipsy on champagne and adrenaline, he sneaks you away from the crowd. Just you and him. Quiet, under a thousand fairy lights. He presses his forehead to yours and says softly: “You’re mine now. Not just in love….in everything. Forever.”

The Honeymoon

☁️ 𐙚 Lee doesn’t take you on a honeymoon BUT he takes you into exile from the world. A private island. “My love , I don’t like to share”

☁️ 𐙚 Staff disappears after dinner. No cameras. No interruptions. Just you, him, and ocean views that cost more than some countries.

☁️ 𐙚 The villa has 6 bedrooms. You only use one. And the pool. And the balcony. And the hallway once, but he won’t shut up about it.

☁️ 𐙚 Every morning starts the same . He’s shirtless, lounging in bed, sipping espresso and watching you sleep like he’s in a Renaissance painting. “Wake up, Mrs. Chaolan. I require attention.”

☁️ 𐙚 Breakfast is served by staff at first… but by day three he’s feeding you by hand in a silk robe. The food is good. He’s better. “You’re not eating that alone,” he says, taking a bite of your croissant and then kissing the crumbs off your mouth.

☁️ 𐙚 Beach walks? Yes. But only if you’re wearing the matching outfits he packed for both of you. Yes, in my mind he’s a color-coordinated ! The entire suitcase. And Nope , you’re not allowed to ruin his aesthetic.

☁️ 𐙚 His honeymoond activity includes : Private massages that somehow turn into makeout sessions. Teaching you how to drive a luxury car on an empty runway. Taking slow-motion videos of you in the pool like he’s filming a fragrance ad. and said “Don’t act like you’re not hot, babe.”

☁️ 𐙚 He keeps showing off . Carrying you like it’s nothing, popping champagne with one hand, lifting you onto the kitchen counter mid-kiss like it’s just Tuesday . “I married the most beautiful woman on Earth. What else am I supposed to do? Act humble? Please.”

☁️ 𐙚 The soft moments are rare . But when they happen, they wreck you. Like when he holds you against his chest after you both laugh too hard and just whispers, “I’ve never felt this safe with anyone.”

☁️ 𐙚 You fall asleep every night to the sound of ocean waves and Lee murmuring nonsense into your hair. “Can we never leave?” he mumbles one night. “Like ever?”

☁️ 𐙚 In the end of honeymoon , he’s having this big dramatic urge to NOT go back to his daily life . Working . You: “You have work. Lee : And? I have you . Work can wait~”

Domestic / Marriage Life?

☁️ 𐙚 We all know Lee’s that rich uncle 💵 Lee spoils you ruthlessly. Call designer bags “just because,” custom dresses with his initials stitched inside, and breakfast delivered to bed by staff you didn’t even know he hired.

☁️ 𐙚 But he also folds your laundry. Makes your tea the way you like it. Runs your bath after a hard day and sits on the edge, still in his blazer, waiting for you to vent.

☁️ 𐙚 When he’s in meetings, he texts you updates like: “Boring. I miss your voice.” “How dare you look this good in my shirt this morning.” “I accidentally told Kazuya to f*** off because I was daydreaming about you. Worth it.”

☁️ 𐙚 Lee wakes up in Egyptian cotton sheets, silk pillowcases, and a wife. He never imagine he will have a family of his own , being H****** M****’s ADOPTIVE SON sure slapped him with a Trauma . Now He’s living the dream! but that doesn’t stop him from slipping out of bed early just to make breakfast himself. “As much as I'd like to stay in bed... or go to work and make more millions... I have breakfast to make for the two of you.” Yea , he says it out loud. To himself. Shirtless, in an apron.

☁️ 𐙚 You change his whole life! Lee’s house originally looked like a bachelor robot's and it’s so dull and full of messy things . Now when he’s with you , His house turned something warm and lived in. Throw pillows. Fridge magnets. Plants. He fights it at first. Then he starts buying the pillows himself.

☁️ 𐙚 “My love…What was the name of the scented candles that smell exactly like you?” “Lee Are you dead fucking serious?” “AWWWW COME ONN , I LOVE ITTTT”

☁️ 𐙚 Forehead kisses as he rushes off to work. Never forgets. Even if he’s running late . Suit half-buttoned, phone ringing in his ear , he always stops, tilts your face up, presses his lips to your skin like a promise.

☁️ 𐙚 Whenever he have an Expensive events , He always always going to drag you to be there . Dances with you in public. Fundraisers. Boardroom halls. No music? He hums it himself. “We’re making these stockholders jealous, babe.” “Lee ! They came here for business.” “They stayed for the performance.”

☁️ 𐙚 Paints your nails with terrifying precision. Will literally cancel meetings if you text him “broke a nail 🥺” — suddenly it’s Nail Emergency Protocol. “If I’m not doing it, who will? Lars? Lars’s a disaster.”

☁️ 𐙚 You once offhandedly mentioned liking a certain clothing brand. Next week, you find out Lee bought it. Entirely. “Lee…” “Yea?” “I told you to buy a jacket from them.” “I know. I bought the company. Easier that way.” “YOU BOUGHT THE WHOLE COMPANY?” “They were having a slow quarter~ I helped!”

☁️ 𐙚 FaceTimes you during the workday and doesn’t even say anything. Just looks at you while typing. You try to ask what he needs. He shakes his head . “Nothingggg . I Just missed your face my wife ~” and he wink at you .

☁️ 𐙚 When he’s had a hard day, he doesn’t complain . He lies in your lap while you read. Rubs his thumb over your ring like it grounds him. You stroke his hair, and he breathes like it’s the only peace he knows. “Do you need something My love?” “No need wifey~ I just want you . You only . Please?”

☁️ 𐙚 When you had a hard day , to make you feel better is on his ‘To-do-list’ . Never ever he let your sour , tired face slide in the house . “My love! I have one solution! How about I go out buy your favorite ice cream or snacks , take a nice bath together ~ anddd watch our your favourite show” and he done all of it , in just one day .

Kids?

☁️ 𐙚 You weren’t sure if Lee would want children. You’d never seen him around kids. But when your daughter was born, he shattered.

☁️ 𐙚 He cried. Not dramatic sobs — just soft, shaking breaths, lips pressed to her forehead like he was afraid to break her. She has his eyes. His attitude too, unfortunately.

☁️ 𐙚 “Who taught her to sass me like that?” you ask one day. Lee, from the kitchen, sipping espresso: “Clearly inherited. I’m innocent.”

☁️ 𐙚 He teaches her how to tie a perfect bow in her hair. Buys her her first custom blazer at age five. Cries again when she calls him “Daddy” in her sleep.

☁️ 𐙚 Probably would said “EXCELLENT I AM A BETTER DAD THAN KAZUYA” “Yeepp , Your first win against kazuya” - Lars “Watch your mouth , can you? 😊😊”

🪄Reblogs are appreciated ! Writtenbylivewithyura .

[damoclesdarling]

DRAGUNOV DATING HCS!!! pls.

OK ANON I GOTTT YOU.

Sergei Dragunov Dating HCs! ♡ fluff.

He's super attentive!! When you're out and about, Dragunov keeps track of what catches your eye. He caught you peering at a teddy not too long ago. Needless to say, it somehow found its way onto your bed. When you asked your boyfriend about it, he just huffed and patted your head.

You know those salesmen in malls? The ones who almost always call you out, much too awkward and usually scams? They don't seem to target you anymore... wonder why. Something about your massive guard dog partner, hehe.

Sit in silence with him! Bring a book, a craft, etc. I can imagine spending a relaxing evening on the couch, cuddled up and enjoying his presence.

His love language would be acts of service and quality time! He'd be on the receiving end of words of affirmation and gift giving.

Ahem. Stupid matching couples things. You'd tell Dragunov he wouldn't have to wear whatever you got, but it's no use. He's already taking his shirt off to switch to the cheese-y pink sweater. And he'd wear it in public too!!

The first time you saw him smile, you passed out. Angels opening the gates of heaven, all that shit.

DRAGUNOV IS TOO DAMN BIG. You two did a cute little photo booth shoot, only to see his head cut off in every photo. He was a bit frustrated, but you found it absolutely fucking hilarious. The strip is on the fridge to this day.

[songforasonnet]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tekken (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Fox/Hwoarang Characters: Hwoarang (Tekken), Steve Fox Additional Tags: Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, Inspired by Fanart Summary:

It finally strikes him that this could be all he’s ever wanted: to have Steve Fox right in the palm of his hand.

This was inspired by this beautiful fanart  by @haine13 . Thank you so much, haine, for allowing me to write this fic and share your art. HwoaSteve nation (and Tekken fandom) is so lucky to have an artist like you <3

[comelylust]

Can you please do Dragunov/ GN reader who is on their period?

Despite his intimidating appearance and perpetual silence, Dragunov is surprisingly attentive when he notices that you’re uncomfortable. He doesn’t need explanations for what’s going on—he simply senses the change in your behavior.

When he sees you writhing in pain, Dragunov disappears for a few minutes and returns with a whole arsenal to make you feel better—from painkillers to a hot water bottle, a warm compress, and your favorite food—without you even having to ask.

During those difficult days, Dragunov makes sure no one bothers you so you can rest. His mere presence is enough to make others think twice before approaching you.

When the cramps are at their worst, Dragunov gently massages your stomach and lower back—it’s a strange contrast, since his hands, which are capable of killing if necessary, are extremely warm and gentle with you.

He isn't the type to be shy; he’s entirely capable of going to the store and buying a massive supply of sanitary pads so you have more than enough for those days.

When you first explained your menstrual cycle to Dragunov, he listened intently, memorizing every word you said. Since then, he’s never forgotten your dates and seems to know exactly when you need the most attention.

[roguerambles]

Rising Heat

Tekken - King x Female Reader

Warnings - 18+ Only. Adult Situations.

So, I have come to the fairly firm conclusion that King is the hottest Tekken man. I will not be taking questions at this time--

Enjoy the Rambles!

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The Charity Tournament was proving to be a success, so far.

In the aftermath of the last King of Iron Fist Tournament, the Mishima Zaibatsu had something of a “PR issue”, as Lee had so delicately put it. Which, considering the last head of the corporation had attempted world domination, was probably something of an understatement.

You were not sure exactly how the idea had come about, but between the minds of Lee, Lars, Alisa, Jin and Steve, the King of Iron Fist Tournament had been rebranded. Now, the tournament’s goal was to raise funds for reconstruction efforts in the areas most affected by the corporation’s actions, along with charities and causes of the competitors choosing.

…you had to admit, the idea had merit. And it gave you an excuse to get back into the ring, so to speak. Jin owed you a rematch, after all.

Xiaoyu practically vibrated with excitement beside you, the prep room bustling with activity. On the large screen above your heads, the match between Jin and Hwoarang was in full swing, and so far it was proving a close call.

“KO!”

Hwoarang hit the floor as the audience erupted with cheers and groans. Xiaoyu bounced on the spot and clapped gleefully, her face lighting up.

“Jin! He did it! He did it!”

“I noticed.” You said dryly, watching her with some bemusement. “Is anyone actually keeping track of how many victories those two have over each other?”

Xiaoyu tilted her head, giving a thoughtful hum before shrugging her shoulders. “I’m sure they must be. I’ll ask later.”

You snorted and returned your attention to the monitor, the announcer’s voice blaring through the speakers as the leaderboard flashed across the screen. You spotted Xiaoyu’s name (“Hey, look, I’m going up against Steve!”) and were scanning for your own when a exuberant voice called out behind you.

“Ladies! Enjoying the show?”

Turning around you saw Lee approaching, his handsome face practically glowing. He had been in his element this evening, and seemed to enjoy working with others to make the tournament a success. You were glad he seemed to be having a good time, but at the moment you were eager to find out when you would be getting into the arena.

Xiaoyu smiled brightly and gestured to the monitor. “We were just looking for her name—”

“I better be fighting Kazama.” You cut in, leaning back to nudge Lee slightly. “Sorry, Xiaoyu, but your boyfriend is going down.”

“Hey, he’s not my—!”

Lee laughed boisterously while Xiaoyu flushed and pouted, flashing you a winning smile – whether in an attempt to charm or placate you, it was difficult to say. “Alas, you’ll need to get to the next round first.”

“Then tell me whose ass I need to kick, Chaolan.”

Lee reached into the pocket of his flashy, fur-lined coat, pulling out his phone and studying the screen for a moment. “Steve and I were talking about it, and we’re quite excited for who we’ve matched you with—Marvelous!” Lee interrupted himself, a pleased grin blooming on his face as his head suddenly turned to look past you and Xiaoyu. “You’ve arrived!”

You watched as Lee strode past you and Xiaoyu towards the entrance, cheerily greeting the newest arrival – was something growling?

It took a moment for you to register who you were looking at, a towering masculine figure with a bestial face – King had arrived.

Oh…..

You had heard of King, of course, and the distinct jaguar mask – seriously did he take that thing off? – and herculean physique made him instantly recognisable to most anyone. But you had not spoken to the man before. The events of the previous year had not exactly been the opportune time to socialise.

“I always forget how huge he is!” Xiaoyu whispered behind you. “He is even bigger than on TV!”

You watched King as he shook an enthusiastic Lee’s hand, your eyes falling on the thick swell of his bicep, rolling under sunkissed skin. “I didn’t know you were a wrestling fan.” You replied vaguely, gaze trailing over his exposed torso, the perfectly sculpted abdomen and broad, powerful shoulders, and what were quite possibly the most bloody fantastic pectorals you had ever laid eyes on.

“Well, I’m not really, Panda is though—ooooh I should get his autograph for her!”

You barely had time to register exactly what Xiaoyu had said before you found yourself being dragged along by the other woman, towards where King and Lee were still talking.

Damn it, Xiaoyu—

You instinctively wanted to pull back, but your gaze was immediately drawn back to King as he gestured animatedly in front of Lee, biceps flexing at his sides, causing the powerful muscles in his arms and shoulders to bulge downright indecently.

“Ah! Excellent!” Lee’s grin flashed bright as he spotted you, while Xiaoyu cheerfully introduced herself to King (“My friend Panda is a big fan—“) he gestured theatrically towards you, turning to King again with a flourish. “King my good man, this is your opponent for the next round. I am sure you two together will be a superb performance!”

The wrestler turned his attention to you, and you found yourself momentarily unable to form sentences as you grasped just how tall he was.

King held out a gloved hand for you to shake – his hands were as massive as the rest of him, their rough warmth enveloping yours and damn it all you could feel your face getting hot. “I have seen you fight before.” He growled, the sound low and deep, rising from somewhere inside that broad, gloriously sculpted chest. “It is a pleasure to meet you properly at last.”

It certainly could be.

You cleared your throat, struggling to regain some composure – damn him, was that a smirk you saw on Lee’s face? – and shook King’s hand firmly. “I like your mask.”

Are you fucking serious—

Xiaoyu gave you a confused look, and while it was difficult to tell, King seemed a little puzzled as well. Lee smothered what sounded suspiciously like laughter – you were going to kick his ass – before suddenly hooking his arm around Xiaoyu’s shoulders. “My dear, I almost forgot! I need to take a few shots of you and Steve before the match, you understand—”

“Oh, okay! I’ll see you later!”

Xiaoyu called to you over her shoulder as Lee quickly began leading her away, and you glared at the back of the silver haired man’s head for a moment before realising you had not let go of King’s hand yet.

Releasing your hold, you shook yourself, brushing imaginary dust from your shoulder. “I’ve heard good things about you.” You tried to steer the conversation somewhere close to familiar. “I’d like to get my hands on you. In the arena. I mean—”

God, this was embarrassing.

King’s shoulders shook, a deep, throaty chuckle emanating from him and you felt yourself flush again. Damn it, even his laugh was kind of sexy—

“I look forward to seeing you in action.” He said, nodding and crossing his arms, the simple movement triggering a symphony of contracting musculature, those gorgeous pecs flexing unconsciously fuck you needed a drink. “Let’s give the crowd a show to remember.”

The fight. Of course. Familiar territory. You felt your lips form a smile, and confidence began to flow back into your limbs. “Naturally.” You leaned against the row of lockers nearby, flashing your teeth up at King. “It’s not everyday people see a King being toppled now, is it?”

King laughed again, shaking his head as he leaned against the lockers with you – it was a little odd talking to someone wearing a mask over his entire head, but King had a surprisingly warm aura for such an imposing figure. “I do not plan on losing.”

“Neither do I.” You stretched your arms over your head – maybe it was your imagination, but you swore you saw his head tilt down slightly, gaze lingering on your chest, before immediately moving back to your face. Warmth blossomed across your skin, and you pushed yourself upwards, arching your back just slightly. His head tilted slightly, following the movement.

Oh? Looks like I’m not the only one who likes what they see…

You felt a surge of boldness, your footing regained. Adopting as casual an air as possible, you grabbed the zipper of your form-fitting jacket, slowly pulling it down. You shrugged out of the material, sighing softly as the warm air of the prep room rushed to greet the bare skin of your arms and stomach. The material of your top hugged your chest and as you tossed your jacket onto the bench nearby, you glanced in King’s direction.

The mask made it difficult to tell, but you could feel his gaze trailing down over you, stopping on your hips before moving back up. You bit your lip slightly, barely stopping a pleased grin from spreading across your face.

“We should talk more after the fight.” You said, pretending to examine your boots – lifting your thigh, tilting your hips, just slightly – smiling impishly. “Maybe get a drink? Lee tells me the hotel they’ve booked for the fighters has a good bar.”

King said nothing for a moment, although you swore you heard a low, rumbling growl from in his throat. “Yes.” He said after a moment. “I would like that.”

“Good.” You swallowed, a flicker of excitement sparking deep in your belly. “We can toast my victory.”

King laughed once more, then stepped away from the lockers. You watched as King began to make his way towards the tunnel leading to his side of the arena, the muscles of his broad back flexing and contracting with every step, his powerful thighs striding across the room, the pleasing snugness of his pants accentuating his perfectly crafted—

Fuck.

Kazama would have to wait, you decided as you turned and began to make your way to the starting area. You were beginning to think of a different way to spend your evening after the fight.

--

King was a thrilling opponent.

You had fought plenty of men who thought themselves showmen. Often they’d be so distracted performing for their perceived audience they seemed to forget they were in a real fight, with a real enemy. That carelessness had made those victories easy.

King was different. He balanced his technique with theatricality, showing off for the crowd, bringing excitement to the arena, but his guard was never down. Every opening you spotted was bait, luring you in for an easy strike only to close down around you like a steel trap.

He was strong, you were quick. The trap would spring, you would dodge, and the dance continued, the temperature rising, sweat clinging to your skin. You ducked beneath King’s grasp, the warmth of his powerful body grazing your own, and it was hard not to imagine how this intensity would feel in other, more intimate environments.

Fuck, you were so turned on.

The crowd cheered and the music blasted through the air as you spun beneath King, aiming a kick directly at his exposed abdomen. He twisted, his arm darting protectively in front of him, knocking you off balance. He swung his body to the side, a fierce roar bellowing from deep in his throat, and you were thrown back, barely managing to flip around and skid across the floor to minimize the impact.

You had put nearly full force into your kick, and King had tossed you aside as though you weighed nothing, throwing you across the arena with strength greater that even his powerful build and size would suggest.

Fuck, that was hot.

King charged suddenly, and you sprang into action, launching yourself upwards. You swung your foot directly at the side of King’s head, but his massive hand shot up, fingers snapping tight around your ankle. You barely had time to react before the wrestler’s other hand grasped your waist, guiding your momentum until your thighs were on top of his shoulders.

What the fuck—

You squirmed in his grip, adrenaline mixing with bafflement, but King held fast. He twisted around, and you felt air rush around your ears as the world dropped out as he threw himself forward, sending you both crashing into the floor of the ring. Pain flashed across your shoulders and back, the roughness of King’s fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, the weight of his broad, muscled body sliding between your legs, strong and wide and hot—

The sound that slipped past your lips was downright obscene. King’s head snapped towards you, and he became suddenly still, the jaws of his mask open in a silent roar. He stared at you, unmoving, and you felt your cheeks burn as you realised he definitely heard that.

Blood rushed in your ears along with the crowd’s cheering and King continued to stare at you unmoving, his palms burning against your skin. Biting your lip hard, you twisted your hips sharply, squeezing your thighs tight around him. King grunted in surprise as he was thrown onto his back, you perched atop him, gazing down at him, breathless with adrenaline and something else.

King stared up at you, chest heaving, his strong hands still holding you. You held each other’s gazes, the noise of the crowd and pounding of your heart deafening in your ears.

“…about that drink….” You said finally, swallowing thickly as King’s hands subtly brushed up your thighs, heat trickling down your spine. “How about we have it in my hotel room?”

King did not reply, but after a moment he nodded, fingers lightly stroking the strip of skin between your belt and shirt, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You arched slightly, fire coiling deep in your belly, and swung your fist downwards. King threw himself to the side as you rolled sharply to your feet, excitement crackling in the air as the crowd roared with approval.

“KING! KING! KING! KING! KING—”

“But first….” You crooked your fingers at the wrestler as he slowly rose to his feet, his gaze remaining fixed on you, the jaguar mask bringing to mind the image of a hungry beast eyeing prey – was it weird that was turning you on a little? – and flashed him a grin. “I’m afraid it’s time to disappoint your beloved audience.”

King’s shoulders shook slightly, a booming laugh rising from deep in his chest. “I do not disappoint.”

You definitely caught the edge of innuendo in his tone, and a grin burst onto your lips.

This was going to be fun.

[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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Definition Of Love

♡ Hwoarang x (fem) Reader ♡

Summary: Right after the tournament, Hwoarang discovered that he has feelings for his best friend. Her beaming gaze set a fire in his heart and that’s when Hwoarang found out that he’s in love with her….

♡ dividers by @cafekitsune ♡

The fiery crowd cheered for Hwoarang’s victory against the pro wrestler named King. Your heart bursts out in joy, seeing that he has won victoriously. “Yay! You did it!” You shouted with all your might, hoping that Hwoarang would hear you loud and clear from the crowd. Somehow, Hwoarang heard your voice. The hot red-headed guy must have pretty good ears or something. He pulled up a smirk across his face, feeling much happier that you’re here to watch the match. Hwoarang shot you a wink that caused you to shy away as you lifted your hand to your lips and giggled. You then turned your face back on him, smiling. 

This set off a stirring feeling that he never felt before, blazing throughout his entire body. Hwoarang felt this…warmth coming from his best friend. Something he couldn’t easily describe since this never happened to him before. Hwoarang gruffed and shook his head, scratching behind it, “Aish…this is such bothersome…” he hopped off the ring, trying to shake off that feeling. You noticed something is off with him so you got off your seat to see him in the changing room. 

You rushed down in the hallway and spotted an annoyed Hwoarang sitting down on the bench, “Hwoarang, are you okay?” you asked with concern, walking up to him. “Huh? I’m fine…” Hwoarang didn’t make eye contact with you for some reason, his face still lowered to the floor as he was deep in thoughts. You sat down with him, wondering what’s bothering him. 

What appears to be bugging him, you wonder?

“I thought you were happy winning that match against King..”

“I am, I…” Hwoarang heaved a sigh, his face struck down to his hands. Why is it that he’s getting an endless cycle of fuzzy feelings whenever his own best friend is around him? 

You gave a heartfelt smile, had a thought of something that would cheer him up, “Would having tteokbokki (spicy rice cakes) with me make you any better? We could go and get some if you want.” 

Hwoarang held his head up, finally looking at you with a short-comforting smile, “Sure I-I would love that.” he stood up, jerking his head towards the exit as you followed behind him. The two of you left the fighting arena and headed off to a Korean restaurant to stomach down a portion of tteokbokki. 

At the Korean Restaurant where not many people were hanging around, Hwoarang couldn’t talk much ever since he started to feel something for you. So he just listens to you talking about your weekend. Hwoarang slurped on his tteokbokki and his face softened with a flush when he realized that he couldn’t lay his eyes off you. Your smile, your eyes, your beautiful (e/c) hair, your voice. Everything about you had him grow a very special flame in his heart. This caused him to realize that he sees you more than just a ‘friend’. 

You noticed Hwoarang wasn’t speaking much since there’s something on his mind bugging him, “Are you sure you’re okay, Hwoarang? You’ve been awfully a bit quiet.” 

“Huh? I’m fine, really.” You could still sense that there’s something on his mind but you didn’t want to pry him any further so the two of you just carried on eating a portion of delicious tteokbokki, stuffing them into your stomach. 

Right after that, Hwoarang offered you a ride home and he didn’t say much besides saying goodbye to you, saying ‘take care of yourself’ and stuff like that. When Hwoarang got back home, he slouched on his bed with that warm feeling burning his heart up. 

Could this be…love that he was feeling?

Hwoarang clicked his tongue, slamming the back of his head on the pillow in annoyance with his arm over his head, “There’s no fucking way….do I really like her that much?” As much as he hates to admit it, he figured out that he has a thing for you. 

How could he not realize it sooner?

Does he think he has a chance with you?

As the warming rays of sunny days go on, Hwoarang has been stuck with training so he hasn’t been seeing you that much often. His master, Baek Doo San, had a huge go at him for not focusing and paying attention during training. Hwoarang apologized, being given a thousand push-ups by him. He was getting distracted a lot because you’ve been constantly on his mind 24/7. That’s why he wasn’t paying any attention to Baek’s strong blows during training. Hwoarang was thinking about you. 

After the training, Hwoarang headed straight home to lie down. With that, he was thinking of meeting up with his best friend Steve Fox, to ask him any advice on how to confess to the person he really likes. You, obviously. The truth is; Steve wouldn’t be much help since he never dated anyone before. Not that Hwoarang knows of, he never actually asked him if he has dated anyone. 

What does Hwoarang know about Love? How could he possibly know what it is? 

The meaning of Love…Hwoarang never understood it nor has he ever experienced it…

Although Steve isn’t an expert in relationships, Hwoarang decided to invite him over for a drink and to ask him for advice. The professional boxer was curious to know what it was about when Hwoarang told him that he needed to speak to him about something over a drink. 

“Steve, dude, I’m so glad you’re here.” Hwoarang passed him a bottle of beer as he sat down on a chair on the opposite side of the table. “What is it that you want to talk about, buddy? Something on your mind?” Steve wondered, taking a short sip of the beer. “Well…it’s about…” Hwoarang face-slapped himself after holding out a long sigh of annoyance, and started to feel a little shy because he just couldn’t mention you somehow

“Is this about (Name)?” Hwoarang planted an expression of shock on his face when Steve mentioned you, a smirk glossing over his face. “How the fuck did you know?” Hwoarang cursed, his face flushing. 

“Lucky guess, I suppose. Well, the last time I hung out with you and (Name) was at the funfair, right?” Steve took a long sip of his bottle before continuing on, “When (Name) was cuddling that adorable big teddy bear you won at that shooting game, you couldn’t lay your eyes off her. If I recall, you’ve been staring at her all day at the funfair and that’s when I realize….”

“Don’t you fucking dare finish off that sentence, dude…”

“That you’re definitely in love with her..” 

“I swear to fucking god, if you say anymore…”

“Am I not allowed to admit that you have a thing for her, lad?”

Hwoarang gruffed and rolled his eyes, leaning his back against the chair with his head up to the ceiling. Steve’s not wrong though, Hwoarang has definitely fallen for you. “I just don’t know how to tell her, Steve. I’ve never been in a relationship before and-” 

“Instead of keeping those feelings inside, you should be honest and tell her how you feel if you truly like her very much.” 

“What if she doesn’t feel the same way though?” 

“Well, to be honest…I believe she likes you…”

“Wait, really? 

Steve grinned as he let out a chuckle, “Yeah. Listen, Hwoarang, I’m not an expert at this but you should definitely tell her before it’s too late.” It was all he could say at this moment. Hwoarang gave a little nod, agreeing with his friend, “You know, you’re right. I’m going to see if I can see her tomorrow and…tell her.” 

“Alright, good. It’s better to get those damn feelings out of your system by telling her.”

“Thanks for this, Steve. I guess I needed it.” Hwoarang thanked him with a friendly smile. Steve patted him on the shoulder, getting off the chair, “Don’t mention it. Sorry I couldn’t be of much help.” 

“Honestly, I think you helped enough.” 

“Glad to hear that, Hwoarang. Take care of yourself, lad!” Steve left his friend’s home after waving goodbye, wishing Hwoarang all the luck. 

So, the very next day, you were just chilling at home reading a book. Flipping to the next page, you heard a doorbell ringing out loud. You closed your book, throwing it gently towards the table as you got up to get the door. “Coming!” You unlocked the door, swung it open and saw Hwoarang standing outside your home, “Hwoarang! Hi!” 

“Hey (Name)...” he greeted you with a shy smile, “C-can I come in?” 

“Sure!” You moved out of the way with Hwoarang entering your house. You shut the door behind him and asked, “What brings you here, Hwoarang? I thought you were busy training.” 

“Well, I wanted to see you and I uhh..” Hwoarang lost his words to say, scratching the back of his head. You gave a warming smile, hopping off to the kitchen, “Do you want to drink anything or? Any snacks?”

Hwoarang sat down in the living room and shouted loud enough for you to hear, “Just a can of soda is fine, thanks!” you slipped out two cans of soda from the fridge and walked away to the room where Hwoarang is. 

“So, how was your training these days?” You put down sodas on the table, sitting very close to Hwoarang on the couch that caused his heart to beat in such a wild way. “It’s good, all good.” Hwoaranf just had to lie straight to your face, he lost his concentration during his training because of that one single person distracting him from it. 

“That’s great to hear!” You bubbled, smiling so sweetly upon his soul and making him fall for you more. A drop of silence sealed between you two, not knowing what to say to each other until Hwoarang opened his mouth and said, “Listen, (Name), I want to tell you something.” He truly wishes he could have said it better. “Oh? What is it?”

“I…um..” Hwoarang sighed, losing his confidence along with the words he was about to say. He shook his head, feeling so lost in his heart. You wondered what’s on his mind, seeing him looking away from you, “Hwoarang, what’s wrong?”

“You know what, fuck it. I’m just going to say it. (Name), I really like you. You mean a lot more to me, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and I love everything about you.” Hwoarang regained his confidence, pouring the words out from his heart, “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I understand you-” His whole body froze when you cupped his face to press your lips against his. “Hwoarang..” You cooed, placing your hand on his face as you caressed his skin, “You really don’t know how much I adore you..” 

‘Fuck..!’ Hwoarang cursed through his mind, he couldn’t resist you any longer so he dragged you down to the soft surface of the couch and kissed you like a madman. You scooped your arms around him, having your neck tickled with his kisses. “Oh Hwoarang! That tickles!” 

Hwoarang realized that he was getting very romantic with you, pulling himself away from you, “Sorry, (Name). I think I got carried away…” 

You let out an adorable laugh that made his heart flutter, “You’re a funny, silly man, Hwoarang. You’re quite cocky too at times but that’s what I truly love about you.”

Hwoarang swooped you close to him, hugging you with his bulky arms, I promise I will try and make you happy, (Name).” You smiled at his words, your hands on his chest as you also buried your head on it. “I may not know anything about love but honestly…you are the definition of love, (Name).” Hwoarang shook his head, feeling embarrassed with what he said, “That came out corny as ever..” 

You laughed at his adorableness, giving him a loving kiss on the cheek, “I don’t think it’s corny at all, sweetie.”

a/n - Oh yes I've just written another fanfic for Hwoarang ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ and no, no you don't need to point that out (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Very attempted to write another one for my man but Im out of idea rn so...｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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find it funny when they make any of the none English speaker characters of tekken a dialog in fics cuz canonically everyone seems to just understand each other in their own languages somehow

so like imagen being jin's s/o and being the only one that doesn't know wtf is anyone saying while everyone knows what you say (as explained previously)

like Jin's or any of the characters talking to u and ur just like: HUH??????????

u reacting like this cuz u told them so many time U CAN'T UNDERSTAND SHIT (like that running joke in avatar where the crew forgets that toph's blind XDD)

are translators even a thing there???? people can come and go to other contries with no language barriers while ur literally struggling ijwdjsklkahadoef xddddddddd

feel like jin would try to learn bit of ur language just to be able to talk to u properly, he either takes a long while or learns quick there's no wrong answer here