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HOUSEWIFE HCs
Gender Neutral Reader
HEAR ME OUT PLEASE
Iori is a relatively quiet person excluding when he is causing CHAOS in the KOF tournament
He wouldn’t IN THEORY love the idea of relying on someone else
But bfr if someone was willing to fund your life while you did whatever you wanted wouldn’t you accept?
Now, down to the good stuff
He’s a decent cook
Nothing spectacular but you won’t be starving🤒
EX. He has definitely tried cooking with his flames once jus bc of curiousity(the place almost burnt down)
RIP if ur vegan/vegetarian though(he loves meat-based foods)
Will help with anything you need
May or may not seem annoyed by it but he’s really not it’s just his face💀
Absolutely adores cats so you’ll have at least one roaming your halls
Dw though he’ll primarily take care of it
When he finishes with house-care and cat-care he’ll relax by a window playing his bass
He’ll totally teach you too if you’re interested
If not he’ll play for you when you’re off from work
Idc what anyone says Iori is a FASHION GOD
Every outfit EATS.
Will (If asked) plan out your outfit
No children.
It’s not that he’s bad with kids
Biological or adopted doesn’t matter
He just doesn’t trust himself to properly raise a kid
Reserved for just a “fur-baby/babies”
He’s grateful for your support and everything but is still pretty standoffish
Very sparse with affection at first
He’ll adjust it’s just that he doesn’t have many people close to him
Sticks to hand holding or small pecks on the cheek
If you were to legally get married
He’d switch to your surname without any complaints
He might not say it everyday but he truly does share a strong and passionate love for you and will do his best to make sure you don’t forget it to a certain extent
#fanfic#fanfiction#x male reader#x female reader#x gn reader#x masc reader#KOF x reader#kof fanfic#Iori Yagami#Iori Yagami x reader#Iori x reader#Yagami x reader#character x reader#character x gn reader
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: King of Fighters
Rating: Mature / explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kusanagi Kyou/Yagami Iori
Characters: Yagami Iori, Kusanagi Kyou, Nikaidou Benimaru
Additional Tags: KOFtober (King of Fighters), Game: The King of Fighters '97, Game: The King of Fighters XIII
Summary:
This fic takes place some time after Kyo and Iori had to be part of the same team for a tournament. An unusual event leads them to a serious conversation and the rest you'll have to read to find out!
(I have a part 2 ready to be translated. If you could leave some feedback I would be very happy. Enjoy the read!)
#the king of fighters#king of fighters#iori yagami#kyo kusanagi#benimaru nikaido#kyo x iori#iori x kyo#kyou kusanagi#fanfic#kof#kof fanfic#king of fighters fanfic#the king of fighters fanfic
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Just Resting
A little, soft drabble of my King of Fools AU
You're taking resting, taking in the morning and afternoon breeze. And people around you take care to not disturb.
King Sun X You (non gender) X Fool Moon
You laid on the haystacks in the stables, horses whining and tapping the ground sporadically in the depths of the shack. You felt so at peace. You had no shows scheduled for the day, nor any meetings to attend. Crossing your arms over your belly, a sigh left your lips as you laid there, fully conscious, but your eyelids refused to open to the afternoon light.
After a few minutes, you could hear a low discussion happening somewhere in the distance, sounding quite formal. A voice cut off the other into silence and there was a small laugh before a dismissive mumble of words was given. One set of footsteps drew near and the light that warmed your eyes was disturbed, a small sigh leaving whoever was nearby. They stood right next to you. And yet you could not open your eyes. Nor could you find words.
In a state mimicking sleep, the figure leaned down and a gloved digit ran over your cheek softly, brushing loose hairs aside that threatened to disturb your peaceful state. Even with eyes closed, you could feel a smile radiating from whomever was looming above.
Humming, the footsteps wandered further into the barns, dry grass and gravel crunching beneath their weight. After a brief pause, the soft, rough noises grew louder once more, the presence coming back towards you, and with a flourish, a breeze wafted around you before cloth was draped over your figure.
A blanket?
There was another chuckle and after their gloved fingers combed through your locks a few times, he cleared his throat and began walking away, back towards the castle, light returning to your eyelids, pink being all that you see.
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You continued to lay there as the day passed on, the setting sun closing in on the mountains before it vanished for night. The faint sound of crickets could be heard from the tall grass surrounding the stables, various critters harmonising like a ceremony. But you still felt so less tired than you originally felt when laying down on the hay stacks, giving a long sigh into the nothingness.
The horses chirped merrily as a bundle of bells sang in the back of the shack, praise and care mumbling somewhere in the distance as the large creatures heaved happy snorts. The crescendo of bells drew closer before abruptly pausing in their approach, as if surprised to see you there in the stables. Silence followed for a minute or two, feet shuffling on the dirty stone ground as the figure debated to come closer or not.
But you weren't bothered by whoever it was. You were at peace here. After a little while longer, soft jingles drew near to you hesitantly, slowly, as if trying to careful as to how the person's bells rang. There was a gravelly grunt before a huff followed. Before long, the bells resumed their song, coming closer and closer… before growing quite again, walking straight past you.
Moments passed listening to the soft breeze brushed against your cheeks, hair tickling your skin slightly but thankfully not in an uncomfortable way, nor was the air that cold for the growing evening. *Ring*. Jinging returned to your ears as it grew louder once more, snapping you out of your slight daze as you almost succumbed to sleep. The bells halted beside your bed of straw as you sighed, expression not shifting at the arrival of this somebody.
A gentle touch stroked your ear slightly, tucking hair back into place. Sighing to themselves, breath brushing your face a little, fingers streaked a little into your locks before placing something soft behind your ear. The touch ran the rim of your earlobe before moving away, pausing for a moment at their handiwork before walking back away, suddenly bursting with jingles and grunts as the wood above creaked as if suddenly having additional weight upon it.
Without opening your eyes, your fingers reached up to your hair to inspect the strange weight nestled behind your ear. Something soft and small met your digits, before gently removing it. Opening your eyes for the first time in a while, it took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the orange and purple skies in the corner of your vision. But within your hold, standing tall, bright and vibrant, a flower met your vision.
A dandelion.
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Hey, so is anyone gonna tell me that THERE'S A GERONIMO STILTON FANDOM THIS WHOLE TIME AND I JUST FOUND OUT HOURS AGO???
Edit: I have a sideblog dedicated to it it's @bloombirdreads
#geronimo stilton#bird rambles#bird rambles: geronimo stilton#wth?? these books are like the highlight of my childhood#especially the kingdom of fantasy books bc as a kid i'm a sucker for fantasy sht (aiming for thea sisters fantasy books bc i also want it)#i used to borrow these from my classmates bc i couldn't afford it before and now that my sister was into kof it sparked me with nostalgia#i used to think: haha what if there's a fandom- nah it ain't real-#BUT THEN THERE'S ACTUALLY A FANDOM FOR IT OMG#And I didn't know????#And I FOUND OUT JUST NOW-?#there's actually fanfics?? (ps. i read the shattered pacifist and- wow..)i wish to read more on ao3 but it had to be at the wrong time-#Edit: i have a sideblog for it. its @bloombirdreads
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♡ Kula, Orochi and Leona 120x120 (KoF) | pedido de @siraxtta
#icons#spirit fanfics#120x120#icons 120x120#social spirit#kof#the king of fighters#kula diamond#orochi kof#leona heidern#kof icons
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Learning on the Job pt. 3
The WVBA Gym was abuzz with activity, as it was every Wednesday morning. Von Kaiser’s thick German accent and authoritative voice boomed as he worked with the children’s class. On the other side of the gym, a hip hop beat played loudly as Disco Kid’s “Grands’ Glove-Up” boxercise class for senior citizens was in full swing. And amidst all of this, boxers and hopefuls alike trained hard with their coaches, either for upcoming fights or hoping to get the opportunity to compete in the WVBA’s rings.
Beside one of the many rings in the gym, Gemma, Skye, and Mika were running through a ladder drill to hone their footwork. Skye’s coach Vanessa and Gemma’s stunt coordinator Dudley watched on closely, Vanessa providing most of the feedback and encouragement.
“C’mon, ladies! Smooth like butter, slick like ice,” Vanessa called out. “If the other girl can’t hit you, she can’t beat you.”
Skye circled from the front of the line to the back, “Yes, Coach!” As she started her next lap through the ladder, Skye saw Gemma struggling with the swift and precise movements, “You’ve got this, Goldie! Let’s go!”
“C’mon you blasted…” Gemma muttered to herself, her face turning red, more from frustration than exertion.
Mika, in line behind Gemma in the drill, saw Gemma’s awkward movements and whispered to her, “Gemma, you can do this. Deep breaths and relax. Don’t overthink it.”
“Left, right, back, quick quick, slow… Argh!” Gemma exclaimed, her aggravation coming through clear as a bell.
“You’ve got this, Goldie,” Skye encouraged, noticing Gemma’s frustration. “Find your rhythm, girl.”
“Oo, take it easy,” Mika chimed in, “One step at a time.”
Despite the encouraging words, Gemma found herself stumbling over the rope ladder and her own feet. She tumbled forward and crashed to the floor, knocking the wind out of herself. Mika took a knee at her side as Gemma got to her hands and knees, gasping for air, catching her breath.
“Dammit to bloody…” Gemma whispered to herself as she regained her wits. Breathing slow and deep, she saw a pair of clean and neat black boxing boots come into view. They were accompanied by her stunt coordinator’s refined British accent.
“On your feet, Miss Golden,” Dudley said with a steady voice. “Focus and start again.”
Mika helped Gemma to her feet and Gemma glared daggers into Dudley. “If it’s that bloody easy, Mister Dudley,” Gemma snapped, irritation lacing her voice, “why don’t you show us how it’s done? I don’t understand how a dance routine is going to help me punch someone or, more crucially, keep from getting punched?”
Dudley was silent as he calmly knelt down and tightened his shoelaces. As he stood, he held Gemma’s gaze, “Coach Maxwell, if you please.”
“Sure,” Vanessa answered, moving to face Dudley who had taken up position at the front of the ladder, his back facing it. “Ready when you are, Dudley.”
“In your own time, Coach Maxwell.” Dudley settled into his wide boxing stance, hands in a peak-a-boo guard, his base as a power puncher evident.
Vanessa smiled and snapped into her own stance, arms in a half-guard position, a light boxer’s bounce finding rhythm. Then… jabs flickered toward Dudley’s face that weren’t just fast, they were sudden. With every jab, Dudley fluidly and deftly moved back out of range, speed and grace his size shouldn’t allow. Vanessa pressed forward, jabbing at a persistent pace, but without pattern.
A broad smile formed on Skye’s face as she watched alongside Mika and Gemma. “Look at ‘em go! They’re amazing!”
Mika nodded and leaned close to Gemma. “Watch their feet, not their hands,” she whispered.
Gemma cast her eyes down and focused on the two coaches’ footwork. Not only were they flawlessly executing the same footwork drill that the girls had been running, Dudley was doing it backwards! “Impressive,” Gemma whispered with genuine admiration.
“Each drill is a piece of the puzzle,” Mika said. “We learn the skills one by one, but that’s so that we get comfortable enough with each one that we can use them all at once in the ring.”
Skye chimed in, “Can’t dance if you don’t know the steps, Goldie.”
With eyes on them from throughout the gym, Dudley and Vanessa finished the drill. Von Kaiser even had his kid’s class watching, “Meine kinder, a round of applause for ze excellent demonstration.”
Clapping sounded from around the gym causing Vanessa to blush slightly and Dudley to give a polite and stoic nod to those applauding. “My thanks, Coach Maxwell” Dudley said as he extended his hand, “I greatly appreciate your assistance.”
“Any time, champ,” Vanessa shook Dudley’s hand and smiled.
“Miss Golden,” Dudley turned to Gemma, fixing his gaze on her, stern but supportive. “The art of boxing is far more than simply punching your opposition. Further, a real bout involves a great deal more than simple choreography. One must anticipate their opponent’s movements, be prepared to improvise their own, and have technique honed to the point of instinct.”
“It’s kinda like dancing with some random person in the club,” Skye said, resting a reassuring hand on Gemma’s shoulder. “You don’t know their moves or their rhythm. You’ve got to read their dance moves and anticipate where and how they’ll move next to keep up the dance with them.”
Vanessa smiled, “And if you are a good enough dancer, your rhythm takes over and you start leading the dance, not reacting to it.”
“You’re doing way better than you think, Gemma,” Mika said, placing a reassuring arm around her shoulders. “Relax and keep practicing. Soon enough, it’ll be instinct.”
Gemma politely removed Mika’s arm, something Mika didn’t expect and that took her aback. “A question, Miss Mika. There’s something I don’t quite understand. Why? Why help me learn when you could easily defeat me Saturday? You’ll likely defeat me regardless, but why give me any opportunity?”
Mika took a deep breath, “Because boxing isn’t about beating someone up.”
“That seems rather contradictory to the objective of the sport,” Gemma said flatly.
“It does,” Mika chuckled, “but it’s true. Boxing is about testing yourself, mentally, physically, and emotionally. The mental test is chess in real time, anticipating and outthinking your opponent. The physical test is bringing your whole body into focus to execute the blows and defenses. The emotional test is the pain, the excitement, the crowd, the win, or the loss. And through all of that, if the test isn’t hard…”
“... it isn’t worth taking,” Gemma finished. “Like performing Hamlet with a classically trained Shakespearean actor. If you bring all your skills and talents to every scene, you’ll see where you stand and it’ll drive you to improve.”
Mika smiled, “Well, I’m not an actor, but that sounds right to me.”
Gemma returned the smile, “Well I’m not a boxer, but I hope to provide a suitable test.”
“You are not a boxer… yet,” Dudley spoke clearly from the ring. “But we will strive toward that goal. For the picture and, perhaps, for yourself.”
Skye and Mika both nodded their support and approval, bolstering Gemma’s spirits and her resolve.
Vanessa sat down on the ring apron, “Enough lollygagging, ladies! We ready to get back to work?”
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, a suddenly serene look came over Gemma, as if something suddenly clicked. They are my castmates, she thought, and the cast is only as good as its weakest member. Mika, I’ll not let you down. We will put on a two-woman show for the ages.
Star Mika is an OC belonging to @cyrah-is-cool101 and is used with permission.
#punch out#super punch out#punch out wii#punch-out!!#super punch-out!!#punch-out!! wii#punch out oc#punch out fanfic#wvba#gemma golden#star mika#skye ivy#vanessa kof#dudley sf
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My Doggy (Werewolf! Terry Bogard X Reader)
Trigger Warning: Cannibalism and mention of blood!
You and Terry were at McDonald's. He was touching your hair and kissing your cheeks. "I love you, Y/N.", he said. Both of you were kissing, his soft lips touching your lips. The sky was dark and cold, but his hot lips made you feel soft. The clouds were white and as shiny as the full moon. Suddenly, Terry wanted to tell you something. "Y/N, I have something to tell you.", he said. Your left ear got closer to his mouth. He quietly said: "I have a secret. Can you keep it?"
"What secret?", you said. You were curious about his secret. Terry was excited and you could see that on his face. First, he touched your soft ass, then he took a deep breath. His breath was as deep as a tornado. He then said: "I'm a werewolf. I know this sounds like a lie, but I swear it's not a lie." He then touched his own blonde hair. His face changed from excited to nervous. You couldn't believe it! Your boyfriend was a werewolf! "What's your werewolf nickname?", you asked him. He said: "Werewolf Fur. Please don't tell anyone about it."
He wasn't nervous anymore, but he was blushing. All of a sudden, the full moon appeared. Terry looked at the full moon and stopped blushing. He grew fangs out of nowhere. You got scared and asked him what in the world was going on! He started to cry, tears dropping from his eyes. "I'm sorry, my love!", he screamed in pain. You couldn't help but watch as he was going through a painful transformation. He was barking, growling and screaming. The only thing you could do was to comfort him. "Terry, don't cry. I will always be here for you, even if the whole world turns against you. I love you, my doggy!", you said, touching his long and soft werewolf tail. You comforted him for 22 minutes before his werewolf transformation was done. He was a soft, furry creature now. His eyes were still blue, but his eyeballs were black. He barked at you in happiness, his voice being the same as always. "Y/N, you gave me comfort while I was suffering. You were touching my fluffy tail while I was broken in despair. Thank you!", he said. He was now happy and wanted to eat some random fast food workers at McDonald's. You gave him a silver necklace and said that you want to eat something else at McDonald's. "Okay, my love.", he said. A few minutes later, you both entered McDonald's. There were only a few people in McDonald's, including some workers there. The only customers were you and Terry. Terry attacked all the workers there, while you destroyed all the security cameras there, including the hidden ones! The workers were now dead meat and the cameras were useless and worthless. Terry ate the workers while you were preparing burgers for yourself and your boyfriend. You asked him if he wanted a coke, but he said that the blood of the workers was enough to put an end to his thirst, so you made a coke for yourself and no one else. Terry already ate the workers and drank their blood when you suddenly said that his dinner was ready. "I already had my dinner, but having a second dinner sounds good!", he said. He barked, growled and howled in happiness while you were smiling. Then you both sat at a table. Terry ate his burgers quickly while you ate your burgers slowly and gently. After 55 minutes, both you and Terry ate enough. You and your werewolf boyfriend didn't feel hunger or thirst anymore. You both left McDonald's and got inside of a red car. This car was Terry's car. You both slept inside of it.
The next day, the full moon was gone and so Terry turned back to his human form. His eyeballs were white now. You kissed Terry's lips once again before getting out of his car. You said goodbye to him and went home all by yourself. After you went home, Terry drove his car and talked to himself. He said: "Y/N is such a cute and fearless human being. I wanna have children with Y/N someday."
The end!
#werewolf terry bogard#terry bogard#fatal fury#kof#the king of fighters#terry bogard x reader#fluff fanfic#fluff fanfiction#werewolf#werewolf fanfic#werewolf fanfiction#werewolf x reader#werewolf x human#fluff
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Iori: Who was the idea for your dark angel outfit? It looks a bit like an armor.
Me: The boy from Enbizaka tailor shop, he made the drawing.
Iori: It was beyond what I imagined.
Me: How was the way you imagined?
He imagined a black basic goth dress with a lot of laces on the shoulders and neck, punk gloves, and fine fabric socks.
Iori: A basic version of it...
Kyo: Looks like RPG character, extraordinary, princess.
Iori: Yeah, could got the magic bludgeon.
Me: Thank you. [Laughing]
Chris closed on with his musical group.
Chris: I still question if the clothes are worth points, The Sacred Treasures are so... Amazing.
Yashiro: They want to intimidate us with appearances, let's see how far they going on.
Shermie: It will depend on how much Iori managed to be a master.
• Oliver [OC] •
• Kyo and Iori [The King of Fighters] •
• The King of Fighters • SNK •
• Art by Me •
#fighting games#kof#kofg#oliver kof#kyo kusanagi#manga art#oliver the king of fighters#the king of fighters#canon x oc#barbarapainel arts#iori yagami#iori kof#草薙 京#八神 庵#the king of fighters fanfic#the king of fighters for girls#kof oc#barb kemono#barb_kemono#kyo kusanagi kitten#kyo kusanagi girl
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Hiiii bestieeesss
Is anyone down for some angst? Yes? No? Well then TOO BAD
Here's a little thingy I made over the course of like a day fueled by pure brainrot, I hope you enjoy :3
#geronimo stilton#thea stilton#thea sisters#also kof fanfics? :3c#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3fic#ao3 fanfic#this is one of the brainrots that I actually follow through on ue
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youtube
#king of fighters#kofxv#kof#clark still#fanfic#kof xiii#leona heidern#ralf jones#goenitz#gaidel kof#iori yagami#kyo kusanagi#Youtube
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A drabble requested by @eboni-napalm of Billy Kane comforting them/offering advice before a KOF tournament. Thank you for your patience!
Word count: 411
Warnings: Mentions of violence
“Oi, ya feelin’ alright?” Billy asked, his brows furrowed with concern. He had known that Geese’s choice to add Elise to his picks for the King of Fighters tournament had weighed heavily on their mind, and it was beginning to show. Elise seemed stiff in their movements, their body tense and their eyes seeming tired, yet restless– it looked like they had not slept for a while. If Billy had to take a guess, Elise had not been getting adequate sleep, likely due to nerves.
“Hmm? Oh.” Elise smiled tiredly as they faced Billy. “Everything’s fine. Just… nervous. Y’know?”
Billy walked over to his bandmate and sparring partner, staff slung over his shoulders. “If it means anythin’, I’m a li’l shaky, too.”
“Really?” Elise cocked their head ever-so-slightly at what Billy had said. “You’ve been fighting in tournaments longer than I have, and you’re nervous about it?”
“Yeah.” Billy shrugged. “It’s like… goin’ on tour, almost. Your team’s like your band, y’gotta work together to put on the best show you can. Even I get performance anxiety, love.”
Elise considered what he said. “You never seem nervous when you’re on stage.”
“Learnin’ to hide it is all part of the job, really. Besides–” Billy pulled them in with his free hand. “– I think you’re gonna do a better job than either me or Mr. Howard, even if only because you get really angry when someone tries to hurt me.”
Elise huffed out a laugh, and seemed to relax, even if only slightly. “Am I really that protective of you?”
“You kiddin’?” Billy said with a grin. “Remember when someone tried to heckle me at one of my shows and you beat the piss out of ‘em?”
“That was one time,” Elise said, grinning just as wide and trying to bite back laughter.
“Still proves my point,” Billy exclaimed, before trying to remember what his point actually was. He hummed, before finally getting back to it. “Point is, love, if you ever need a reason to win… don’t think of it as doin’ it for Mr. Howard. Think of it as doin’ it for me.” He gave Elise a peck on the forehead, considered, then leaned their face up for a kiss. After their lips parted, he offered a smile. “Think we’ve got some time for a quick spar. What d’you say? Maybe it’ll help you get some sleep t’night.”
“You’re on,” they said with a cocky smirk, rolling up their sleeves.
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Joint Livelihood
Fem Reader
No lie it’s a MIRACLE you pulled this mf
He’s stated to have one girlfriend before but that’s the extent of his love life
He wouldn’t actively be searching for a partner so you’d have to be sort of ‘friends’
I say ‘friends’ bc let’s be real he has none💀
It takes a while—A LONG TIME—for the relationship to progress past the talking phase but TRUST it’ll be worth it
Chances are pretty high that you’ll move in together early on
So your lives are pretty interwoven
Iori is a minimalist at heart and has close to nothing in his apartment if you exclude his clothes and accessories
So you’re free to design however you see fit
I can imagine him leaving a window open for the cats he feeds to come in and out of the apartment
The place is never truly quiet as he frequently practices and plays little segments of songs on his guitar(bass)
If you also play an instrument it’ll be a common occurrence to play together
Despite his MANY MANY threats on Kyo’s life he’s actually not a very volatile person
He’ll go anywhere with you if you ask he’ll just look hella annoyed but he’s rlly not
Remembers EVERYTHING.
Naturally very petty
But! This can be a good thing
Like if you mention small things in passing of how you like certain things or dislike something he’ll take note of it
Has never forgotten your birthday and will never forget it
He’d be surprised if you celebrated his birthday though
As much as we know he doesn’t interact much with his family(dead/alive)
So he usually spends his birthdays alone but not anymore!
He can sew because I said so.
Very clean and orderly
Off topic but he gives DEATH stares to people who litter
Reuse reduce recycle🤝
You guys go out to eat most of the time unless you can cook
He can make certain things but bros not cooking unless he ABSOLUTELY has to
No lie out of everyone of the KOF roster he’s up there in top 5 at least maybe even 3
Used to have nightmares with Orochi but it’s not as dire anymore
He’ll tell you about them if you pester him enough
Sleeps like a dead person 🧍♂️
Arms stiff to the side and head facing upwards
Over time will gravitate towards hugging you in his sleep
Forgot who requested this
#fanfic#fanfiction#x female reader#kof x reader#kof fanfic#iori yagami#iori yagami x reader#the king of fighters#the king of fighters fanfic#the king of fighters Iori
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Sorta kinda vent in the tags just need to express thoughts about people not on here
#so i recently learned that the english-speaking kof fandom can be pretty shit on sites like 4chan#didnt see this myself this was just something i heard from someone in the fandom#but apparently these guys would bash on certain well-known artists and fanfic writers#there was even an instance where they shared a self-shipper's art just to make fun of them#and that got me thinking#'aw fuck that might have been me that they were making fun of'#since i have on occassion shared some art of mine on the official snk discord server#that and i have the content creator role so id be easy to identify#so yeah that got me a bit :/#im not too bothered by it but it still rubs me the wrong way
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More kof xv fanfic Teams
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What if for a sagau the creator (that got isekai'd) assumes they're the imposter because their blood isn't gold and kids keep running away from them
Just imagine the KoF or people from mond being so confused to why their creator is so on gaurd when they see them and runs away.
I definetly feel like it has to be one of the archons that somehow convince the creator that they won't do any harm to them
Note: Anon I got carried away with this and I am so sorry 💀 Reader is the Creator even though they don’t believe it. (at first)
All of the nations have their own protocols in place for your unexpected arrival in Teyvat.
No matter who finds you, they will be aware of what to do, even children.
All of the nations follow these three basic rules when it comes to you:
One: Approaching you and making sure that you are okay. They will also welcome you back to Teyvat.
Two: If you allow it, they will guide you back to the city of the nation you’re in. If you don’t, they’ll return themselves and inform whoever is in charge of your arrival.
Three: Notifying the other nations of your arrival.
This last rule may not be followed, it’s hard for them to control their selfish desires, they want to keep you to themselves for a little while!
However these rules are only followed by a majority of people, there a a few outliers. For example, the other nations do not want your first destination to be Snezhnaya. There’s no telling just how long they would keep it a secret, and their mind could only wander to the darkest scenarios if Their Grace was stuck in the grasp of the Fatui for too long.
When the Adepti made their contracts with Rex Lapis, within the contract was what they should do if you arrive. Even to this day, the Adepti will honor it even though Morax was no longer ruling.
The Divine Priestess of Watatsumi Island also has her own idea on how to handle your arrival. Unlike everyone else, she used her incredible strategizing skills to prepare for any possibility that could happen once you arrive.
If the Abyss find you first… well all I can say is you don’t have to worry about them hurting you.
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So back to your request.
The Knights of Favonius are confused why you kept running away, anytime they got close to you. Did you see them as threatening? They were trying their best to make you feel welcome in their nation but your terrified face anytime they came into view broke their hearts.
Albedo and Lisa would try and form a strategy to get close enough to you to talk to you. Venti would use his connection to the winds to find out where you are going.
Unbeknownst to them, you had accidentally cut yourself during your abrupt arrival and noticed… well nothing! Your blood was just as normal as it was before. That would’ve been fine if people didn’t try to walk up to you calling you their Creator and crying tears of joy because you returned.
You had read too many fanfics about the scenario and not having golden blood would only lead to bad things for you.
So you began running.
Once you had saw Klee, the most adorable in the Knights of Favonius, you knew that asking her for any information would be for the best. You couldn’t imagine a sweet girl like her causing you any harm.
But once she made eye contact with you she ran away. This only solidified in your mind that going to the city would be too dangerous for you. Especially if they find out about your blood.
(However Klee was just running away because Jean had told her to get an adult if she happens to run into you.)
The game of cat and mouse goes on for a while, but you were exhausted and couldn’t run away any longer. It wasn’t even just people of Mondstadt trying to find you anymore, there were other skilled fighters you recognized from other nations also trying to find you as well.
It made your blood run cold to think what they would do once they actually catch you.
“Your Grace! There you are!”
You let out a yelp quickly turning around to face the person who was talking to you, even though you recognized their voice.
Venti was breathing heavily as he gives you a small smile, behind him was Ei and Nahida.
This wasn’t good, you were surrounded by three Archons. You didn’t even want to think where Zhongli could be.
“Please don’t run away your Grace,” Ei says softly her face full of emotion. “We only want to help you.”
You try and take a step but your back hits the cold rock of the cliff above you, you truly were trapped.
Venti and Ei drop their weapons on the floor kneeling, Nahida does the same but she has no weapon to drop.
“We apologize if we have done anything to offend you Your Eminence,” Nahida begins her gaze on the ground, “you have been running away from us for weeks now, please allow us to tend to your needs.”
You try to ignore the pain in your body and how your mucky clothes stuck to your skin, you couldn’t let your guard down. They were just waiting for the perfect time to strike.
“Why are you calling me that, I’m not who you think I am.”
The three Archons exchange glances then look at you. “Umm forgive me for asking,but what do you mean you’re not who we think you are?” Venti asks.
You show the cut that was on your hand, it was lazily wrapped in a cloth that was also covered in dirt. A constant stinging could be felt in your palm, you knew that if you didn’t treat it soon, the wound would definitely get infected.
Once they see your wound, they immediately jump up and try to run to your side but the look on your face tells them they should stay right where they’re at.
“Your hurt!” Ei stammers, “please let us take you to a healer!”
You quickly shake your head, “I’m not the Creator! My blood…” you unravel the cloth revealing the dried up blood in your palm, “it’s red.”
It falls silent for a moment.
“Is there something wrong with that Your Grace?” Nahida says softly, “is it supposed to be something else?”
You hesitate, “isn’t it supposed to be gold?”
The Archons never expected you to ask something like this. Was this the reason you were running away? Did you believe you were some kind of imposter?
“Your Grace,” Venti says, bringing a hand up to his chest, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but we would recognize your aura anywhere. We are your most devoted. Will you please let us help you?”
His words were convincing, and their faces left no room for speculation. Not to mention, the God of Wisdom was here trying to convince you as well, maybe you should listen to them.
You take a small step forward, “you promise not to hurt me?”
The three shake their heads quickly, “we would never lay a hand on you Your Grace…”
Ei was the first at your side offering to carry you to Mondstadt, Venti pouted at her words saying that he could carry you too.
“It should be me carrying them Barbatos, I’m the tallest one. I can carry Their Grace with ease.” She reasons.
The Anemo Archon didn’t want to seem childish in front of you but he still wanted to argue his reasoning. “I’m the oldest Archon here, it should be me.”
Nahida sighs holding her small hand out to you, “I’m not sure why they are fighting when you are capable of walking… I‘ll lead you to Mondstadt.”
You take her hand letting her lead you through the grassy fields. Ei and Venti, quickly pick up their weapons to join the two of you.
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© avocad1s 2023
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Learning on the Job pt. 1
Monday mornings in the WVBA Boxing Academy Gym are always busy. Trainees learning their craft, fitness classes for those looking to get in better shape, and the boxers of the WVBA getting ready for upcoming bouts. While the gym is open to WVBA boxers and trainees at all hours, classes start at 8am and most boxers start their days at 7.
At the top of the six o’clock hour, Star Mika and Skye Ivy made their way into the gym, dressed to train and gym bags over their shoulders. This was the beginning of fight week for Mika, but not just any fight week. This week was her first match in the WVBA and she was helping train her opponent!
“Skye, maraming salamat,” Mika cheerfully said as they entered the gym. “It means a lot that you're willing to jump in and help out like this.”
“Girl, you know I’ve got you!” Skye enthusiastically said with a smile. “Especially after the way you and Joe helped me get ready for Reina, it’s only right I pass it along. And besides, I’m still green, too, so this’ll be good for both of us.”
Mika returned her friend’s grin, “Iyan ang espiritu! We help Gemma get comfortable and then, Saturday night, she and I put on a show!”
Skye shot a side-eye at her roommate, “You gonna take it easy on her?”
“Uh, no!” Mika chuckled, but then turned quite serious, “But that’s why what we’re doing is so important. I’m gonna give my all, but I don’t want to embarrass, or worse, hurt her.”
“As much as you can keep from hurting someone while punching them as hard as you can,” Skye mischievously grinned.
Mika nudged her friend in the side, “You know what I mean, Skye.”
“I know, I know. And I’m happy to help. I think a lot of boxers, maybe even some of the other girls here, would take the easy win and carry on,” Skye sighed.
“Hindi pwede!” Mika shook her head. “An old friend told me that you only want the bouts that are worth winning and beating someone that doesn’t have a chance… not worth it.”
As the roommates approached the center ring in the room, there was Gemma at ringside. She was already dressed for a workout, hands wrapped, and gracefully stretching. The young British actress looked the epitome of focus and dedication, every movement measured, no wasted motion.
“Miss Mika, where have you been?” Gemma looked up at the pair and stood to greet them, a hint of irritation in her voice. “I’ve been here warming up for well past an hour now.”
Mika glanced at the clock and laughed softly. “Please, just Mika. And it’s just now 6. We’re right on time,” she reassured with a calm and friendly tone. Mika certainly didn’t want to start off on an adversarial foot. They may be opponents Saturday, but until then…
Any worry lessened when Gemma leaned against the ring apron and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “The first rule I learned in show business, if you are on time, you’re already late.” Her British accent gave off a certain superior air, but the smirk crossing her lips gave away a more playful meaning. “Time is precious on set. One should never waste it.”
“Yeah, yeah, time is money,” Skye waved her off with a dismissive wave.
Gemma’s attention shifted to Skye, “And you, praytell, are you, young lady?”
“Skye Ivy,” Skye stepped forward, confidently extending her hand. “Wanna make something of it?”
Mika started to step in, but Gemma stepped forward with a smile. “Skye? Skye? Ah, yes… you’re the one that masked woman knocked cold a fortnight ago.”
After a quick glance to reassure Mika, Skye’s eyebrow shot up and she cocked her hip in a defiant stance, “Yeah, but I’ll get her in the ring again soon enough and then…” Skye punched her right hard into her open left palm.
Gemma’s gaze narrowed and a bright smile spread across her face as she took Skye’s hand, “You’re an actor.”
“Dancer, actually,” Skye smiled back, breaking her tough-girl performance and shaking hands with Gemma. “I did my share of stage performances back home in Chicago. I’m new here, too, and green, like you. So, Mika thought that I could help out. Kinda like running scenes, just with more punching.”
“How exciting! I didn’t expect another performer.” Gemma let out a sigh of relief and seemed to physically relax slightly. “I must admit, though, this whole boxing thing is, well, rather daunting. I’ve never been in a real fight. Never been punched and, certainly, never punched anyone else. To me, this was just a part, but now,” Gemma took a deep breath, trepidation in her eyes, “the idea of it all is quite terrifying.”
Skye nodded in understanding. “That’s normal. I was the same way the first time I got in the ring with my coach to spar. But, you put in the work and dedicate yourself to the process, let yourself get lost in it, like a role. Director yells ‘ACTION’ and you’re a cop. The bell goes ‘DING’ and you’re a boxer.”
The words were reassuring, but Gemma was skeptical as she considered them. “I find it hard to believe that it’s just that easy.”
“I never said it was,” Skye said as she sat her bag on the apron. She pulled out her hand wraps and started weaving the cloth around her fingers, “but what’s easy about learning your lines? Or the right timing to hit your marks at just the moment? It’s all a challenge.”
“I do enjoy that challenge,” Gemma replied. As the actress hopped up and sat on the ring apron, one could see the wheels turning behind her eyes as she looked over to Mika. “It’s a process, you see. An actor spends weeks, sometimes months, pouring over the script, trying to find their character. It’s hard to put into words, but you try to discover that person and let them share your spirit for a time.”
If Mika had any reservations about this entire process, they were evaporating quickly. The connection Skye and Gemma might share as dramatic performers never occurred to her, but seeing Gemma connecting the dots between her world and this one, there was a spark there.
“Fear isn’t a bad thing, alam mo?” Mika sat beside Gemma on the apron and began wrapping her own hands. “It keeps you alert and aware. You just learn not to let fear control you. You control the fear. I mean, I may not look it right now, but when I get in the ring with you Saturday, I will be scared.”
Gemma scoffed at this, eyebrows shooting up, “Pardon me? You, an experienced pugilist, are scared of me?”
Mika continued her well practiced routine with her wraps, eyes never leaving her hands, “Every time I step in the ring could be my last. There’s always the chance that I’ll get caught cold with that one punch that ends my career. And there’s the chance that you’ll be the one throwing that punch. But, that fear doesn’t control me, I control it. It sharpens my senses and I harness it.”
“This role could end my career.” Mika and Skye both looked at Gemma, surprised at the comment as she stared at her own wrapped hands. “This part is so far away from my type. I’m the romantic interest or the dramatic lead. My fans have never seen me do action and certainly not a sports feature. This isn’t going to be the beautiful and glamorous light they are used to seeing me in.”
“So,” Mika asked as Gemma met her eyes, “why take the role? Aren’t you afraid?”
“Petrified, darling.” Then, something neither Mika nor Skye expected happened. Gemma’s eyes hardened, her fists balled, and they could see that this was not her acting. “But I know what I am capable of on any set and I can hold my own with any actor. I want to… need to… prove that. To myself, to the studios, and to my fans. I don’t want to be the pretty face that disappears after she turns 30.”
“What do you want then?” Skye asked, her face caring and genuine.
“I want to be Helen bloody Mirren!” Gemma said with a chuckle. They all laughed. “If any of you tell anyone about this, I promise you…”
Mika rested a gentle hand on Gemma’s shoulder, “Secret’s safe.”
From behind and above them, a seasoned and firm female voice surprised the trio. “What do you think, Dudley?”
The girls all turned and looked into the ring to see Skye’s coach Vanessa Maxwell and Gemma’s fight choreographer Dudley Bruce standing, both dressed in sweats. Dudley’s expression gave away nothing as he answered with his refined British accent, “It would seem Miss Golden is beginning to grasp the essence of things.”
Vanessa, as supportive as ever, “I hope you don’t mind, but when Skye told me what was happening, I thought I might be able to help.” Skye’s eyes lit up and Mika clapped excitedly as Vanessa continued, “Now, you girls ready to work?”
Gemma took a deep breath and looked around. She had quite the company behind her, one she didn’t really ask for, but one that she would need to tackle the most challenging role of her career. She might not be a boxer, but Gemma Golden had never backed away from a challenge in her life and she wasn’t about to start now. Drawing herself to her full height and locking eyes with Vanessa, Gemma’s voice was sure. “Coach Maxwell, I do believe we are.”
Star Mika is an OC belonging to @cyrah-is-cool101 and is used with permission.
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