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roguerambles · 3 months

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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!

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 if 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.

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erenaeoth · 5 months

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Hi,I've been thinking about your King/AK fanfictions for a long time,and ever since I first read them I've been wanting to ask you some stuff regarding these characters,but I wasn't sure if that would okay.If it is,I'd love to see your answers to these questions.

*Do you have any headcanons regarding AK I/II and King I/II?

*I absolutely adored the way you encapsulated AK I in your fics,and I was wondering if you'd be willing to speak about your interpretation of AK II? I'd love to see what you think of him,what kind of person you see him as,and maaybe what you think he might look like.

Your description of AK I was so on point,I can't help wondering what you might think AK II would look like too,and just..what you think of him in general.

*Do you have any more ideas regarding AK I and King I's relationship? I barely,if ever,see any content regarding them,and your fanfic about them was really touching (..I might've re-read it a bunch of times and cried a little bit over it.),It has made me want to know more of your interpretations and ideas you might have about them.

*In the chapter GRACE, AK said “I believe we do what we can with the time we have.”,and I wanted to know,were you referring to his heart disease in some way?

I felt like he said that because he himself was doing just that,his days were counted but he was doing what he could with the days he did have left.Never in his history is he shown to..stop? Like,not only is he written as a very adventurous man (travelling around the world,getting in fights with martial art masters just because he can,etc etc) but this trait appeared to show in every part of his life,not just in the form trouble-making/thrill seeking,but also in more serious situations.In T1,while literally spitting out blood and nearly passing out before a match,he kept going and stepped into the ring anyway,Armor King kept going up until his actual death,and appeared to have wanted to use all the time he had left as well as he could.

So,that line you wrote made think about all that and wonder if you intended it to be a subtle hint at his disease/health's state and the way you think he viewed.

*..Why did you give AK an accent? I liked that,but I'm curious lol,do you have any ideas of where he might be from,or is that just a little quirk you decided to give him?

*Your King I/King II fanfic touched me so deeply,and I admit that for a while,I couldn't stop reading it,I just kept coming back to it,honestly,it's become a bit of a comfort fanfic,it's just so sweet.Because of that,I would really like to know if you've got any more ideas regarding King II's childhood?

And that's all I wanted to ask,I hope these questions aren't a bother,I'm a big fan of your Tekken fanfics and reading your works just made me really want to see more of your thoughts on these characters.

Also,you've been a big inspiration for me and I absolutely adore your King/AK works,they are my favorite Tekken fanfictions ever and I hold them dearly,so,thank you for writing them!

Thank you so much for this ask! It's always a pleasure to read when one of my smaller stories has found a home with people who truly love the character. I'll try to answer some of your questions below!

Writing all of the Kings is something I find very peaceful and quite far removed from the hecticness of other Tekken characters. They all have this good solid honesty in them that I love writing.

In terms of headcanons, most my thoughts are more or less within the stories I've written for them. Father Sergio, the name I use for King I outside the ring, is taken from the irl Mexican wrestler and priest that King is based on. I headcanon King I as a Catholic Liberation theologian, and often draw from Gutiérrez, Boff, Romero and others for his ideas. It's something I'm quite familiar with and suits King's lifestyle well. Lots of these aspects of him leak into those around him too, and even though I hc AK1 as not sharing that faith, his faith is in King and the goodness he sees in him is something he wants to emulate. King II was raised in a Catholic orphanage and idolises his mentor, so I have him following this faith too. I headcanon the AK brothers as being Black and from Arizona, since that's where Armor King was trying to break up the fight with Craig Marduk that got him killed. I looked up videos on how people from his background might speak and I think elided some consonants from his speech, though mostly this was to distinguish his speech from King's and show a native familiarity with English. Those are probably my most significant hcs for them.

I think AKII is the hardest of the four of them, and he's got the most reason to be. He doesn't know King I as personally as his brother, and that gentleness that King leant to AK1 did not extend so much to AK2. AK2 made his livelihood in a tag team with an older brother he deeply respected, and rarely if ever do we see sympathy for his loss from other characters. I think he feels like King II's forgiveness of AK1's killer is a betrayal to AK1's legacy, and that Marduk isn't King's to forgive. It's him who lost a brother, a best friend, a business partner, a sparring partner. They were two halves of an act, and this remorseless killer continues to taunt him over this murder, as if this was part of ring drama and not real life. I think AKII is motivated by justice and taking matters into his own hand to look after his own. I don't recall if I have many hcs regarding his appearance. Possibly a short haircut for practicality.

For AK1 and King I's relationship, I think there's a kinship there akin to brotherhood, but also different from the kind of brotherhood the AKs share. King is someone AK1 admires, and he believes that just by being around him, he'll become a better person. For King, AK1 becomes his stability, the one place he doesn't have to be strong, because he's not in a pastoral role for him. To bring a fight to life, there is spectacle, trust, and art, which King and AK create together for others, but behind the scenes, there is grief, poverty, illness, frustration, despair, depression, loneliness, and I think the two of them find solace in one another and are pillars for when the other wavers.

Yes, the line in Grace, among other things is about AK's illness. His illness bookends that story, and he sets it aside to aid his friend. He too is facing mortality. The line is inspired by Gandalf's line to Frodo: "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” Yes, it is about AK who never stops, who always persists through the odds, but it's also a reflection of the wisdom he's gained from being around King, who rarely despairs despite the grimness of his situation. King is someone who strives to do good against insurmountable odds, so these words were to remind him also of his own strength.

At the moment I don't have many more ideas about King II's childhood, other than that I think he stepped up into a caring role for the other orphans because he idolised his teacher, and that this continued on after King's death. King II saw it as his duty to continue on that legacy at all costs, even if he might have preferred to go some other route in life himself. If I have any more thoughts though, you'll see them in another King or AK fic!

Thanks so much for these questions, I'm very happy to answer them and I know its quite a small fanbase for thinking about the lore and characters behind these guys. I definitely encourage you to write about them yourself - I think lots of your ideas and read of the characters sound great, and that you'd write some amazing stories about them!

#asks #tekken thoughts #tekken #king #king II #armor king #armor king II #iron fist and iron will

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