tekken fanfiction

Working on stuff!

I’m here working on some stuff-a mix of the main story(this will be slow going), a Lee x Lars piece in a sort of alternate timeline that I have going(this will be a more pure smut story, however), and I think I might do another Holiday Party 2 bonus Sergei/Lili smut piece. I know everyone always likes those. :3


Don’t worry, I shall keep trying to provide quality entertainment for folks during stressful times much like a wartime DJ might.


In fact, I think it will take a little bit for me to finish the main series story. For one; this one trends a bit dark. For two, it trends more than a bit violent. Right now, I think there’s enough darkness and violence out there that perhaps I want to focus more on the smutty aspects of things. I AM working on it(in fact I’m working on two chapters at once and there will be a projected 6-7 fairly long ones; it’s a big story since it’s the penultimate one. But I think it’ll be good timing. I know it was supposed to be due by late September or early October but yeah, RL and all comes up. But I think it’s timing will be better than now, where I’d rather put out comedy and smut.


Hope everyone is doing well. Give folks support who need it.

Love you guys. <3

Just posting one of my customs up for Sergei-it’s sorta-kinda one of the things I have him in in some of the stories. (I can’t make the Lili customs too well in Tag 2 or T6…I need to use DR for that. I have the game but hadn’t played it in awhile.)


I sorta took this, added his combat boots, adjusted the vest to be a bit more sleek, and there we have it. :33

anonymous asked:

Law how can you like fishing? Its actually kind of scary when the fishes are jumping around like an octopus having a seizure -.-

(I saw an opportunity for all of them, so I took them XD)

Marshall: It’s calming. To just sit on the bank and toss out a fishing line, only to sit and waIT FIVE HOURS FOR A FISH; WHERE ARE ALL OF THE FISHES AT; I’VE CHANGED THE BAIT LIKE 20 TIMES ALREADY

Or

Marshall: It’s great! You never know when you’ll reel something in! Kinda leaves you waiting with bated breath— *gets yanked into the water by a rather large fish*

Or

Marshall: It’s for the thrill! Or even the relaxation. To sit here after working all day in the kitchen makes me happy. I may have been sitting here for an hour or so, but it’s still an escape.

*80 years into the future*

Marshall: *a skeleton sits in the same spot, unmoving, with a fishing pole clutched in its hands*

Forest: *extremely old Forest walks over with a cane in his hand, having a hard time reaching him* *when he does, he lifts his cane and proceeds to poke his Father’s skeleton* *in a raspy voice* Dad…………….. *poke* Daaad………. *poke* Daaaaaaaaad. Dad I have somethin’ to tell you……. *pauses* Okay, well, if you won’t look at me, at least listen.

*silence*

Forest: We’ve gone bankrupt, dad!

Marshall: *the skeleton falls over on its side*

Forest: I know; it shocked me too

(Don’t ask me what happened with the last one; I have no idea XD)

batcadet  asked:

So king I'm looking to get back in shape, what can I do to be a buff boi like you?

King: *furious hissing and growling*

King: *translation* “Well, if you wanna be like the original King, I’d say become a street fighting orphan who miraculously finds God”

King: *more hissing; this hissing seems to be more reminiscent*

King: *second translation* “But, if you wish to be like me, I’d recommend watching your Jesus-Loving Master die by the hands of an Ogre, and then allow some stranger who calls himself an ‘Old Friend’ by the name of ‘Armor King’ to help you train.”

King: *double thumbs up*

Maybe One Day(Tekken Fanfiction)

This is essentially a piece that takes place five months after Sergei left after Reticent Watcher-the opening story of the eponymous series-and about four months before Tyranny & Grace. First speedfic attempt(close to about 2000 words.) Some spelling and grammar checks but otherwise this is pretty free form and fast with minimal editing. It is from the PoV of Lili.

It’s safe for work, but it is mature since it goes over some of the sexual stuff. It just doesn’t go into the usual explicit-rated detail.

She couldn’t believe she was almost finished. Finally.

Lili was at the tail end of her classes which would soon be over-she of course went to a prestigious, expensive and private high school-and soon she would be starting university to major in business studies in preparation for taking over the company after her father retired. She would be going to summer classes at first; while she grumbled, it turned out that the fall would offer her a great chance to serve in a sort of internship with Rochefort Enterprises in Berlin for some months, so it was wisest for her to start now. She was willing enough to take the hit to get to travel later, as she did love travel. It gave her more freedom.

She had finished her exams-for all intents and purposes, Lili was actually an excellent student. She could butt heads with her teachers, and she could definitely be stubborn-and one might think the times she ditched classes to go get into a street scrap somewhere would count against her. She did very well though, usually pulling off high scores on about anything…save a couple of the more boring ones. Lili, while actually decent at math, could not bring herself to care about trigonometry and usually used this time to doodle out possible new moves to her fighting repertoire.

At this moment she sat in her huge room-the air conditioner taking the edge off of the May heat which was a bit worse than normal-looking over electives. She would of course continue with her violin and piano, and she would decide on perhaps another visual art related one. Checking over the languages, she found herself rather quickly checking off ‘Russian’, without even thinking much of it.

She then paused to look back at her choice with a bit of a sad smile on her face before looking over at the book that had been left there-it appeared to be a sort of military history book-that was in Russian. She would occasionally leaf through it, though she understood all of maybe two words that were taught to her. She didn’t know why he left it here. Maybe he had forgotten it.

Has it really been five months? She thought to herself, leaning back in her chair a moment to sip her iced coffee. She looked out the window; while it was still sunny, she could see some storm clouds far away, sort of reminding her of a day like this almost a year ago.

There were no two ways about it-Lili missed Sergei something fierce. She was strong-she cried only a little bit, and then only alone and around the time that he left-but even she had to give a little there. It was only a brief squall; she went on with her life as normal afterward, though she would still think back from time to time.

He left five months ago; right around New Year on a freezing day, snow blanketing everything about. Her father was back, extremely pleased that everything and everyone were safe thanks to him. He had killed four vicious attackers over the summer that could have done the unspeakable to his family. Sergei had other duties though, and his job was up. Lili knew that he would leave-he had to, even if he wanted to forget his duty. Sergei Dragunov did not ignore duty. She knew the affair they had could be not much more than that; an affair. It still stung, though.

She did remember Sergei being particularly…something with her that last night. She couldn’t even say. He was never anything close what one would call ‘sweet’, but that night she felt something else when he touched her, even above what she felt before.

That first night had been…something she would never forget. Even though they stopped at foreplay-it was very intense. She grinned a bit, remembering how much he liked experimenting with pleasuring her.

She had gone back a few times for a week, and then they had decided to do more. After that, the next eight weeks were quite…interesting, she liked to call it. Three or four times a week over the next eight weeks and she was pretty scared they would get caught…but they never did.

She tried not to think about those nights too much…but she allowed the memories to return once in awhile. They quite changed her; she discovered things that she enjoyed that she never thought much about before then. Wondered, perhaps, yes. But after experiencing them…it was something else. Her virginity was lost the week after that first night-that night had been fun, to say the very least. All of them were.

Lili didn’t know she liked it a bit rough until Sergei had come along. To be honest…neither did he, it turned out. It wasn’t like sex was something he even thought about before Lili. They were careful to apply scratches and the like only to certain parts of the body to try to hide it. It was quite exciting, truth be told.

Shaking her head to look back at the computer, she continued on; knowing she did want to learn Russian. She liked how it sounded. And, maybe…

She quickly sipped her coffee to take her train of thought back, though it was no use anymore.

Lili sighed, walking over to the window to look out with her drink. Five months wasn’t the longest amount of time, but it was more the uncertainty of when-or if-she would see him again. There was a guard there now-a twenty-something German fellow by the name of Kristian; he was friendly enough, unobtrusive, and easygoing. A well-built and handsome young man, he was nonetheless fairly dull in conversation, and she sort of doubted his ferocity in the face of attackers like the ones that managed to breach their manor’s perimeter. She suspected he may not be able to handle something like that. She would greet him cordially when they met, but there was absolutely nothing there.

He was better than the last one-the fortyish wiry guy whom she was pretty sure she could take in a serious brawl, at least. She even thought her aging butler could have taken him. She was quite glad no one decided to try anything funny when he was the manor’s ‘special guard’; he was only there a week, though.

It wasn’t that she was afraid, but she missed the silent, huge and fearsome presence in the manor. Who turned out to be much more than a common guard. He understood her far more than the rest, even though he rarely spoke about it. He only had to touch her for her to know, since he did not show emotion easily…if at all, with anyone else. He became a friend in that time she could easily say…and then, much more.

She could face facts, though-he did have the means to contact her if he could, but she heard nothing. She didn’t expect to-he put his work first. She imagined him somewhere on the battlefield, probably standing on several corpses that he mangled for getting in his way. Sergei was an immensely brutal man-any other person would have been terrified of him, but Lili was made of sterner stuff than that. She was quite glad that she managed to crack through his shell…and that he reached out to her that night during one of her sadder periods.

Turning around and stretching, she decided to go down to the kitchen for a refill. She had more work to do today and she was a bit tired; an iced espresso would perk her up fast enough. She left the room, running into a familiar face as she turned the corner. It was Sebastian, her family’s long-running head butler, friend and confidant.

“My lady,” he bowed. “Getting your things ready for university?”

Lili nodded. “Slowly but surely.”

Sebastian fixed the sleeves of his expensive suit. “Does something trouble you?”

She chuckled. The old man had known the family for three decades and had known Lili her whole life-and he had been around her just as much as her own father. He was a little more perceptive, as well; he could tell when something was bothering her. She chose her words carefully.

“Just thinking of the future. Things are changing.”

He nodded. “That they are. You’ve seem so much quieter as of late.”

Lili looked off to the side for a moment; she didn’t much realize it herself, but not long ago a couple of her friends had pointed out the same thing. I guess he rubbed off on me in more ways than I thought. She did find she did not need to use words as often to get her point across. She still talked, of course, and could have quite long conversations…but the frequency of these perhaps did go down just a little.

“Maybe I’m just getting old,” she joked.

Sebastian chuckled. “You have a long way for that. Just take care.” He bowed, leaving her be.

She smiled; she did trust the old butler with about anything-though this, she would not speak of.

It didn’t take one of the many kitchen servants long to refill her; she was back up to the privacy of her room soon after to watch the rain blow in.

She shivered, smirking a bit to herself  when she thought back again to some of their nights. When one gets used to having some sort of sexual contact about four times a week for two months and it suddenly disappears, it can have a rather frustrating effect on one’s mind at times. They had gotten to know each other very, very well in that time. She was very lucky in that…

She shook her head again one last time. She had to stop thinking about this. She doubted anything would come of it. Both of them knew it. In fact, she had been very good at going on with things as per normal; she managed to adjust to being alone again within a couple of weeks. She suspected that maybe since it was about a year ago that he arrived for the first time-he showed up in the summer and ended up staying until the very end of the year. Her father had an extended trip and paid the military even more for his services, though he had to do some traveling in that time.

No matter the reason, she figured that occupying her mind with more university things, and then the upcoming graduation, would help her out. She would likely be back to normal again like she was the week before, or even yesterday. This was a brief few hours of memories, she suspected. She brushed her hand over the book, moving it to the corner of her desk.

Maybe one day. Maybe there is more to this story after all.

She glanced back to the internet, noting a message that popped up.  She opened it.

“King of Iron Fist Tournament qualifying matches begin June.”

Lili grinned. Surely, scrapping with a few people would take her mind off of things. Lili wasn’t the pining type. She liked to get things done.

Maybe she would bump into a few old faces, too.

Speed-Write: BBQ Season

Jin rubbed his eyes as he stared at the fridge, wondering why he let everyone talk him into drinking so much. It was barbecue season at Lee’s manor, which they continued to crash at for some reason-and with that usually came greater quantities of alcohol.

Did we really need all of that?

Trying not to think about what he did last night-Hwoarang would probably not let him live it down, his eyes scanned the food until he found some food that was not angrily labeled with Post-Its depicting crudely-drawn angry lion heads and frowny faces.

Lars certainly has his ways…

It was leftover spare ribs from yesterday, which would taste rather good right now. He rubbed his eyes, only to turn around to run into Hwoarang, who was there in his boxers grinning like an idiot.

Please don’t say what happened last night. Please don’t start bragging about what happened last night…

“Hey sunshine. After last night, I’m surprised you’d come downstairs so quickly.” He made a grab for Jin’s rear.

Of course. Ignoring that, he spoke. “Where is everyone?”

“Lars is still asleep, as usual. I hope those aren’t his, because you know he’ll wake up. Lee is somewhere. Lili and her bodyguard are somewhere in the basement. Speaking of which, I don’t know how he’s not hungover.”

“Russians can drink, I suppose.”

“Alisa may or may not be photographing Lars.”

Jin had to chuckle at that. He brought the spare ribs to the stove and turned it on, planning on frying them.

“Make sure that the General Tso is still in the fridge,” a voice said behind him.

Lee, I told you to shut up about that already!” Hwoarang growled at him. That incident would haunt him until the end of time, Jin reckoned.

Lee snickered, loving to tease him about that. “So Kazuya is coming again tonight…”

Jin sighed. “Why.”

“I invited him.”

“You know he’s just going to start shit with me again.”

“And?”

Lars stood at the top of the stairs, listening to the brewing war. He looked over at Alisa, who was standing there snickering.

“Maybe I’ll…just go down later,” he said, backing slowly off of the stairs.

Just so long as he’s not touching my food.



As usual these speed writes make no sense and are connected via something, apparently Lee invited a lot of people over to his manor to hang out, what can I say.


And the General Tso mystery remains…


This is a little gift-write in return for an adorable sketch request! XD

Uh oh, more very dumb comedy speed writing...

You have been warned…



Lars ran in, looking rather concerned. Alisa looked up from the laptop she was working on and scratched her head.

”Lars? What’s wrong?”

Lars ran a hand through his hair before fumbling out a cigarette and lighting it. ”I may have messed up a bit.”

Alisa sighed. ”Were you and Jin sparring again?”

He glared. ”He started it. Then ran away.”

”Ran away from…?”

”We may have let things get out of hand. Which…”

Almost on cue, a rather angry voice echoed through the large house.

”Lars!”

”And…he found out,” said Lars, taking a drag.

”Was that crash I heard…”

”Yes.”

Alisa looked a bit worried. At the same time, a rather irritable looking Lee stormed into the room, holding his nephew by the ear as if he were twelve. Jin appeared somewhere between annoyed and ashamed.

Lars looked over nonchalantly. ”Lee! How come you’re…”

”In my own house? I invite you all over for a barbeque and my thanks is a Jin-shaped dent in one of my favorite cars?”

”Jin!” Lars growled. He couldn’t believe he sold him out.

Jin glared at him. ”Your fault.”

Lee tossed Jin into the room. He looked at the both of them.

”What should I do with you two?”

Lars and Jin eyed each other. Alisa raised her hand a moment.

Lee chuckled. ”You have an idea?”

”They dented the car, right?”

Lee nodded.

Alisa walked over, whispering something into his ear. His angry expression soon changed. He grinned, looking back at the two of them.

”Excellent.”

Lars looked over at Alisa, adjusting the tight purple swimsuit. ”Whose side are you on?”

Alisa giggled, snapping pictures with her phone. Lee was in the yard, back at the grill, sipping a drink.

Cars slowed down as they passed by, looking out the window at the strange sight.

Jin and Lars continued washing yet another one of Lee’s cars, all while wearing the tiny purple swimsuits Lee had picked out.

”Purple suits you,” Jin said, trying to hide his face from passers-by. He sincerely hoped no one he knew had been invited.

”Shut up, Jin.” He shudders a moment. ”Lee doesn’t wear underwear with these, you know.”

Jin’s eye twitched a moment. ”Thanks for reminding me.”

”You deserve it.”

Alisa giggled again.

Worth it.



…I think i need to get out more.

“An Excellent Night”, Lee x Lili Tekken Fanfiction(Warning: Usual very NSFW)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8158475/chapters/18696575


Here ya go all! It’s finally done. Took long enough, but I’ve been multitasking!


This is the first in a series of ‘Playing around with other couples for a bit!’ I’m working also on the Lee x Lars and Sergei x Lars stuff as well!


I am, as said, doing the outline for Reticent Watcher 2-5! That’s about done, and I’ve been scribbling out some notes for that, so it IS underway albeit a bit later than I wanted.


And I will be visiting that ‘crime family alternate timeline’ story idea more too!


ANYWAY enjoy this very messy NSFW smutty piece with Lee and Lili! XD

Maybe One Day

This is essentially a piece that takes place five months after Sergei left after Reticent Watcher(and about four months before Tyranny & Grace.) First speedfic attempt(close to about 2000 words.) Some spelling and grammar checks but otherwise this is pretty free form and fast with minimal editing. I hope it doesn’t suck. <.<

It’s safe for work, but it is mature since it goes over some of the sexual stuff. It just doesn’t go into the usual explicit-rated detail.



She couldn’t believe she was almost finished. Finally.

Lili was at the tail end of her classes which would soon be over-she of course went to a prestigious, expensive and private high school-and soon she would be starting university to major in business studies in preparation for taking over the company after her father retired. She would be going to summer classes at first; while she grumbled, it turned out that the fall would offer her a great chance to serve in a sort of internship with Rochefort Enterprises in Berlin for some months, so it was wisest for her to start now. She was willing enough to take the hit to get to travel later, as she did love travel. It gave her more freedom.

She had finished her exams-for all intents and purposes, Lili was actually an excellent student. She could butt heads with her teachers, and she could definitely be stubborn-and one might think the times she ditched classes to go get into a street scrap somewhere would count against her. She did very well though, usually pulling off high scores on about anything…save a couple of the more boring ones. Lili, while actually decent at math, could not bring herself to care about trigonometry and usually used this time to doodle out possible new moves to her fighting repertoire.

At this moment she sat in her huge room-the air conditioner taking the edge off of the May heat which was a bit worse than normal-looking over electives. She would of course continue with her violin and piano, and she would decide on perhaps another visual art related one. Checking over the languages, she found herself rather quickly checking off ‘Russian’, without even thinking much of it.

She then paused to look back at her choice with a bit of a sad smile on her face before looking over at the book that had been left there-it appeared to be a sort of military history book-that was in Russian. She would occasionally leaf through it, though she understood all of maybe two words that were taught to her. She didn’t know why he left it here. Maybe he had forgotten it.

Has it really been five months? She thought to herself, leaning back in her chair a moment to sip her iced coffee. She looked out the window; while it was still sunny, she could see some storm clouds far away, sort of reminding her of a day like this almost a year ago.

There were no two ways about it-Lili missed Sergei something fierce. She was strong-she cried only a little bit, and then only alone and around the time that he left-but even she had to give a little there. It was only a brief squall; she went on with her life as normal afterward, though she would still think back from time to time.

He left five months ago; right around New Year on a freezing day, snow blanketing everything about. Her father was back, extremely pleased that everything and everyone were safe thanks to him. He had killed four vicious attackers over the summer that could have done the unspeakable to his family. Sergei had other duties though, and his job was up. Lili knew that he would leave-he had to, even if he wanted to forget his duty. Sergei Dragunov did not ignore duty. She knew the affair they had could be not much more than that; an affair. It still stung, though.

She did remember Sergei being particularly…something with her that last night. She couldn’t even say. He was never anything close what one would call 'sweet’, but that night she felt something else when he touched her, even above what she felt before.

That first night had been…something she would never forget. Even though they stopped at foreplay-it was very intense. She grinned a bit, remembering how much he liked experimenting with pleasuring her.

She had gone back a few times for a week, and then they had decided to do more. After that, the next eight weeks were quite…interesting, she liked to call it. Three or four times a week over the next eight weeks and she was pretty scared they would get caught…but they never did.

She tried not to think about those nights too much…but she allowed the memories to return once in awhile. They quite changed her; she discovered things that she enjoyed that she never thought much about before then. Wondered, perhaps, yes. But after experiencing them…it was something else. Her virginity was lost the week after that first night-that night had been fun, to say the very least. All of them were.

Lili didn’t know she liked it a bit rough until Sergei had come along. To be honest…neither did he, it turned out. It wasn’t like sex was something he even thought about before Lili. They were careful to apply scratches and the like only to certain parts of the body to try to hide it. It was quite exciting, truth be told.

Shaking her head to look back at the computer, she continued on; knowing she did want to learn Russian. She liked how it sounded. And, maybe…

She quickly sipped her coffee to take her train of thought back, though it was no use anymore.

Lili sighed, walking over to the window to look out with her drink. Five months wasn’t the longest amount of time, but it was more the uncertainty of when-or if-she would see him again. There was a guard there now-a twenty-something German fellow by the name of Kristian; he was friendly enough, unobtrusive, and easygoing. A well-built and handsome young man, he was nonetheless fairly dull in conversation, and she sort of doubted his ferocity in the face of attackers like the ones that managed to breach their manor’s perimeter. She suspected he may not be able to handle something like that. She would greet him cordially when they met, but there was absolutely nothing there.

He was better than the last one-the fortyish wiry guy whom she was pretty sure she could take in a serious brawl, at least. She even thought her aging butler could have taken him. She was quite glad no one decided to try anything funny when he was the manor’s 'special guard’; he was only there a week, though.

It wasn’t that she was afraid, but she missed the silent, huge and fearsome presence in the manor. Who turned out to be much more than a common guard. He understood her far more than the rest, even though he rarely spoke about it. He only had to touch her for her to know, since he did not show emotion easily…if at all, with anyone else. He became a friend in that time she could easily say…and then, much more.

She could face facts, though-he did have the means to contact her if he could, but she heard nothing. She didn’t expect to-he put his work first. She imagined him somewhere on the battlefield, probably standing on several corpses that he mangled for getting in his way. Sergei was an immensely brutal man-any other person would have been terrified of him, but Lili was made of sterner stuff than that. She was quite glad that she managed to crack through his shell…and that he reached out to her that night during one of her sadder periods.

Turning around and stretching, she decided to go down to the kitchen for a refill. She had more work to do today and she was a bit tired; an iced espresso would perk her up fast enough. She left the room, running into a familiar face as she turned the corner. It was Sebastian, her family’s long-running head butler, friend and confidant.

“My lady,” he bowed. “Getting your things ready for university?”

Lili nodded. “Slowly but surely.”

Sebastian fixed the sleeves of his expensive suit. “Does something trouble you?”

She chuckled. The old man had known the family for three decades and had known Lili her whole life-and he had been around her just as much as her own father. He was a little more perceptive, as well; he could tell when something was bothering her. She chose her words carefully.

“Just thinking of the future. Things are changing.”

He nodded. “That they are. You’ve seem so much quieter as of late.”

Lili looked off to the side for a moment; she didn’t much realize it herself, but not long ago a couple of her friends had pointed out the same thing. I guess he rubbed off on me in more ways than I thought. She did find she did not need to use words as often to get her point across. She still talked, of course, and could have quite long conversations…but the frequency of these perhaps did go down just a little.

“Maybe I’m just getting old,” she joked.

Sebastian chuckled. “You have a long way for that. Just take care.” He bowed, leaving her be.

She smiled; she did trust the old butler with about anything-though this, she would not speak of.

It didn’t take one of the many kitchen servants long to refill her; she was back up to the privacy of her room soon after to watch the rain blow in.

She shivered, smirking a bit to herself  when she thought back again to some of their nights. When one gets used to having some sort of sexual contact about four times a week for two months and it suddenly disappears, it can have a rather frustrating effect on one’s mind at times. They had gotten to know each other very, very well in that time. She was very lucky in that…

She shook her head again one last time. She had to stop thinking about this. She doubted anything would come of it. Both of them knew it. In fact, she had been very good at going on with things as per normal; she managed to adjust to being alone again within a couple of weeks. She suspected that maybe since it was about a year ago that he arrived for the first time-he showed up in the summer and ended up staying until the very end of the year. Her father had an extended trip and paid the military even more for his services, though he had to do some traveling in that time.

No matter the reason, she figured that occupying her mind with more university things, and then the upcoming graduation, would help her out. She would likely be back to normal again like she was the week before, or even yesterday. This was a brief few hours of memories, she suspected. She brushed her hand over the book, moving it to the corner of her desk.

Maybe one day. Maybe there is more to this story after all.

She glanced back to the internet, noting a message that popped up.  She opened it.

“King of Iron Fist Tournament qualifying matches begin June.”

Lili grinned. Surely, scrapping with a few people would take her mind off of things. Lili wasn’t the pining type. She liked to get things done.

Maybe she would bump into a few old faces, too.

Preview/Teaser Time!!!

Here’s a preview of the Sergei/Lars background fic(I only have a working title at the moment, which is ‘Soldiers’. I usually have a working title that changes for the final release. It’s just how I roll.)


I do hope you enjoy! (Note, this is unedited and raw, so the final version will look a lot cleaner and nicer with extra edited details, and so on.) But I figured some folks might at least enjoy a taste!


It’s M-rated for some graphic violence. There is no smut in this one(I know, I know. ;))


The rough time period is soon after Scenario campaign, after the death of Tougou, but the Zaibatsu is of course, with the Russian military still in contention with it.


The acrid smoke stung Sergei’s nose and eyes as he breathed it in; he wished he had his gas mask, but alas, he did not. The pain did not bother him though-nor did the pain of the four knife wounds. He had tied them off the best he could; they did not cut any arteries, and he would be fine. He had taken worse, though he had to be careful about their heavier weaponry, as he did not have armor on given the ambush.

The Mishima Zaibatsu he knew were in a bit of chaos at the moment, yet they were still together and running. Well enough to send an ambush after him when they had discovered where he was. He was out of ammunition for his handgun-he never brought more than a clip when he was on day to day work because he only used it if necessary-and figured this time he may have wanted more, but there was no use in cursing about it. The fact the blood on his body-particularly on his fists, arms, and boots-was not his own and made up a majority of the blood on his body-showed that he did not particularly need a gun.

Still-in an ambush, especially with more heavily armed soldiers-it may have been nice to have.

He grit his teeth and pressed on; Sergei had already killed at least twenty of their number between bullets, his own bare hands…and a mix; remembering the final bullet used to shoot out one’s kneecap before he smashed his face in against the wall. He was feeling particularly vindictive at this point.

He had his duty, and he would fulfill it. His superior had asked him to take care of some files in this compound, and did just that; when he got out of this hellhole-it was not a matter of if, as Sergei would not accept defeat-he would find out what went wrong. If he had made a mistake, he would make sure that he would not, and if it was a leak, he would find the source and silence it.

Brutally.

Turning the corner, there were three more men. Not bothering with any sort of posturing, he charged; swinging his huge fist down in a haymaker to crack the first man in the temple; he sank to his knees as Sergei grabbed his head and twisted violently; the snap was audible. He ran another’s head into the wall with his hand;once, twice, and then a third time; pulling him back, his face was a mask of blood. He kneed him twice, finally kicking him in the temple with his steel-toed combat boot, crunching it in.

He hit the ground as the small-caliber bullet tore into his bare shoulder. He got to his knees, a snarl on his scarred lip; he bit back the pain-he had been shot more than once before-and propelled himself forward with his powerful legs. He hit the man with his good arm, tackling him down. He smashed him in the face twice with his left fist, not wanting to disturb his right arm; he then stood, stomping down on his face with his heavy boot, a wet crunch echoing through the room and blood spattering out. Given the man just shot him, Sergei growled and stomped again…and again. The man’s head was reduced to a misshapen horror; blood splattered all the way up into Sergei’s face.

In his rage-which would hit him from time to time in combat-he did not see the fourth man come up behind him…also with a handgun, but one of a much higher caliber. He also had a clean shot.

When it cocked, Sergei turned; but before the man could pull the trigger a figure appeared behind him. The enemy’s head was grabbed from above and ripped backward so hard that the back of his head actually touched his back; Sergei thought absently that whoever this was, they had amazing strength. The snap was wet and very loud, Sergei guessing that he was practically decapitated. A bit more and he figured the man’s head would have been torn from his body.

The broken corpse-blood pouring from his nose and mouth-was dropped to the ground. His shadowed killer stepped into the room, unceremoniously right onto the corpse as he walked in, seemingly none too interested in respecting the dead.

The man was roughly six or so inches shorter than Sergei-possibly around six feet tall or so. He was wearing the tattered armor of the Tekken Force-bloodied and ruined from combat, though Sergei suspected most of the blood was not his, either. He lacked Sergei’s bulk, but regardless, he knew this man was an extremely powerful fighter. The man had his own wounds-scattered around his body, with blood running from the corner of his mouth. His eyes looked menacing, as if he had seen a lot; far too much, to be sure. His brown hair was wild, though through all of this he carried himself like a soldier.

Sergei looked him up and down, eyeing the outfit and the corpses on the floor. The man’s eyes trailed from him to the corpses as well…particularly the one with the smashed-in skull at his feet, blood flowing from the mess at an alarming rate. They were silent for a few moments. The strange man finally spoke up.

“Your camouflage,” he started. “Russian military?”

Sergei nodded. He looked at his uniform. “Should I be killing you?”

The man snorted, though Sergei could see the faintest ghost of a smirk playing at the corner of his lip, almost as if he had not smiled in awhile. “They are as much my enemy as yours.”

Sergei looked down at the dead man who could have killed him. He was careless, he knew. He should have checked for him. He could not make mistakes like this. “Thank you,” he said. Sergei may not have liked many people at all in his lifetime, but he knew how to be polite to someone who helped him.

The man nodded. “Lars,” he said, saluting. Sergei saluted back.

“Sergei,” he replied.

“Can you fight?”

Sergei nodded. “I only need one arm.”

“How many are left?”

“None,” Sergei replied.

Lars blinked. “You killed them all?”

Sergei smirked evilly. He cracked his knuckles, kicking the corpse with the destroyed head aside. Blood practically covered the floor from one end to the other between the bodies. Lars wondered just what sort of man he was.

“They just don’t know it yet.”


And now for the Shameless Weekly Self-Promotion

I mean to market yourself as an artist, you need to kinda market yourself as an artist. I try to do this once a week.


Main Series, Reticent Watcher, Arc 1:


Reticent Watcher: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3718870

Tyranny & Grace: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3965476

Maybe One Day(speed-write interlude): http://archiveofourown.org/works/4023118

Watcher’s Return(speed-write interlude): http://archiveofourown.org/works/4027849

Covert Operations(Interlude ‘speed write lemon’): http://archiveofourown.org/works/4038970

Silk Commands Iron: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4072810

Silent Pulse: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4184085

Blood Price:  

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4416068/chapters/10031600


(These are in order.)


In Reticent Watcher, not part of main series:


Soldiers: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4679951


Side series, ‘The Afterparty’(the light PWP series):


The Afterparty: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3674871/chapters/8125581

Reunion: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3826669/chapters/8533252

Business Trip: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4225716/chapters/9555576

Training Night: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4560684


(Again, in order as they occur.)


Finally a link to the speed drabbles:


http://archiveofourown.org/works/4438574/chapters/10084535


And there! Shameless self-promotion done for another week. XD (I may reblog it later on so it hits the other timezones.)


As always, all but the speed drabbles are incredibly NSFW. Speed drabbles are rated more PG-13 for lewd humor.

Ahoy!

I’m here, doing well in the US all! XD

Been here since the 12th and it’s been grand. It’s going a bit fast for my taste, but these trips always do. Lined up I have Animazement this weekend(this is gonna be amazeballs XD), next weekend the Wizard World Philadelphia event where I’ll get to play Tekken 7, and before all of that, my awesome minion’s 2nd birthday is tomorrow! Been visiting friends and family and such, had a great BBQ where I met up with the old friends of like over 20 years(we’ll be getting together for a game night sometime in June for old time sake.) 


As you could probably imagine I’m not in the ideal place to cough out lots of smutty fic, but rest assured I AM at least taking notes for the stories I have lined up. :3 I have some of the chapters for the current story very roughly sketched/noted out(just stuff that I want to do with them, and I am almost done the first chapter anyway from before I left), and I have a few odds and ends down for the next story(which will be the penultimate story of the 2nd arc! one day I will name these arcs btw, I’ve mostly just been coming up with nicknames like the ‘Mole Arc’ and the ‘Organised Crime Arc’, neither of which are particularly amazing sounding.) 


I MIGHT try to do a bit of a speed write or something while I’m here. We’ll see! 


In any case, I can’t wait to play Tekken 7, I’m doing well and thanks for hanging in there! I shall continue to throw fanfic everywhere after I return in mid June. XD

I figured I can at least give you guys a brief synopsis

for the Halloween story that is! :3



Lili has a Halloween party to hit-and naturally her father wants her to take a bodyguard. Luckily, Sergei Dragunov had been pulling his usual duty with the family…and, well, the two of them had their small on-and-off pleasurable side times going.


Can the two of them control themselves at this party? Or before this party, for that matter?


…Probably not.



…it’s going to probably be PWP, yes, why do you ask? And of course it’ll involve costumes, or the closest thing Sergei would wear to one, which will probably be military themed anyway. Hey, small miracles and all.


And probably Lili getting Sergei into some gothic makeup.


stay tuned! I should have this done around Halloween proper.