I Imagine Training With Liu Kang To Be So Infuriating

I imagine training with Liu Kang to be so infuriating

Not because he is hard on you or even particularly strict, the opposite actually. Because he's tender and keeps being so patient but persistent.

"Again. Your form was lacking, Qīn qīn"

"I just can't do it. There's no point to this, you as a go-, as timekeeper, shouldn't be wasting your time on training me"

"Yes, you can do it and my time here with you is well spent. Again, if you please."

Like? Okay you get it you're not good at this but the pet names?

If he sees you are trying your best he will be so patient, showing you how to correct your form again and again. He'll do overtime for you, if you ask him, if you could keep training past Trainingtime. He'd love to, seeing you be so determined makes his heart swell.

If he becomes aware that you are lazing around on purpose, he will still be patient but also extremely insistant, he knows you have potential and the ability to do good. So he will not relent, until you do.

When he notices that praise and physical touch get a positive reaction out of you, he is gonna use that as a rewarding system.

Of course he doesn't tell you such, he doesn't need to, you just know. And it gets you so flustered when you perform a move correctly or do a flawless block and he just-

"Perfectly done, my dear"

"Extraordinary, Qīn qīn"

With a hand on the small of your back or a hand on shoulder, like???? Okay your legs just go jelly mode and he sees your form falter. This man is smirking inwardly I just know it. (doing his silly mk11 friendship dance in his head)

He loves having an effect on you, because you have a smiliar effect on him.

Like when you smile at him, giggle at something one of the champions said or just mumble to yourself while writing in your journal, this man is an observer, he sees it all and he is smitten!!

Head over heels, though you can't tell : he always seeks out your warmth, you're the first he goes to whenever he is looking for someone to share tea with. When he's feeling sentimental about the past time lines or feeling down about his newfound mortality.

This man needs approval, especially after the battle with titan Shang Tsung, as timekeeper and protector of earthrealm. When training, you often remind him of how he is very much unlike Kronika, how his kind heart would never allow corruption.

And though you feel like your own words are often lacking, because your lack of knowledge in comparison to him, your words mean more to him than you can imagine.

"Thank you my dearest, your wisdom and kindness leads me to believe you to have lived for eons, not myself."

In the end the training by him isn't done as a means to upset you, but to make you stronger. His mind is more at ease knowing his dearest is capable of protecting themselves if he is not there.

And though he prides himself with always being by yours side, the training does more than just ease his mind.

May I please request some Chris Redfield x reader who’s one of Chris’s colleagues at work she would joke about Chris being obsessed with continuing the Redfield Bloodline, and one day she joked about wanting to continue the lineage with him.

At first, Chris wasn’t sure and thought it seriously where the next day he was ready to get intimate with her. While (y/n) gets flustered when he was being flirty towards her. (Y/n)’s teammates keep teasing her about being blushing all the time, (y/n) has never dealt being flirted a lot before and in her past, she always had bad luck when it comes to finding romantic relationships that's why she focused on her work.

hi there! I will for sure try my best with this prompt! I apologize in advance if it's too short!

You, the newest addition to Chris Redfield's team, couldn't help but develop a crush on him. How could you not? He's kind, brave, and visibly cares for the wellbeing of all his team. However, the strange fixation he has on his sister's happiness became the center of jokes amongst others. He talks about Claire briefly, and although in every aspect of it - he just seems genuinely concerned for his sister, and it was admirable, but some of the guys joked that it was just the wish that Chris must want a nephew that badly.

"I'm just saying, it's gotta be a little weird, right?" One of your colleagues joked, "to be that obsessed with your sister's dating life?"

You shrugged, "Probably, but his sister's all he has."

"Fair."

You sighed dreamily at the thought of Chris and attempted to sound joking, "If Redfield wants help continuing his bloodline, I'd gladly volunteer."

The room suddenly got silent, your face heated up as you swallowed hard, "I mean..."

Your colleagues broke out in laughter, but unbeknownst to you, Chris was listening to the entire conversation. If he had made himself aware in listening, you'd wish for the Earth to open up and swallow you whole to save face. After the dreadful comment, you avoided Chris Redfield as much as you could in a work setting. Your fellow teammates have been teasing you relentlessly, and the last thing you wanted was to confront the man you admired you so much in case he was curious about the jokes.

It was a late night, pouring over files, everyone else had left except for you and Chris - as fate would have it, Chris took a moment to stretch his arms and reach for the coffee that was slowly running out, "You're especially quiet tonight."

You looked up at him, "That so?"

"Yeah," He said as he sipped his drink, "Everything alright? Noticed you been a little all over place."

You swallowed hard, trying to brush off the sudden nervousness, "I'm alright, just eager to get through all this."

Chris laughed, "Sure you are, no one's ever eager for the paperwork stuff - people are more eager to just get out there in the field."

"I'm not like most people."

Chris nodded, "I can agree to that, you're definitely something else."

You stopped what you were doing, "What do you mean by that?"

"You're dedicated, you care about your work," He said, "You don't like to spend all your time just cracking jokes like most of the other guys, and you're nice to be around."

Your face flushed hard, flattered, "Oh, thank you."

"I heard what you said," Chris said, "The other day when they were all joking about my sister."

Oh good lord, could you just disappear at whim now? No, shit.

"I'm so sorry, I know that was out of line and I-"

Chris put up a hand, "Hey, I'm not mad - if anything, I'd at least like to take you out to a proper dinner before discussing continuing bloodlines any further."

He laughed and shook his head, "I like you, a lot. If you haven't noticed."

"I..."

"And, to all of them, I'm not obsessed with my sister's dating life," Chris spoke, "She's been through a lot, and I just want her to be happy - and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried, she's all I have in this world but regardless..."

You inhaled sharply, "I like that you care about family so much, and I too, would really like to go out to dinner with you sometime before going any further."

Chris smiled, face red, "Great, let's get through this and at least get an early breakfast."

Maybe the Earth didn't have to swallow you up, just yet. Relationships had been hard to keep since you started working with the BSAA, but maybe now - it'd change, for the better especially since it's Chris. The man you admired so much since you first joined, to know he thought so highly of you and liked you just as much - made your heart flutter and butterflies dance in your stomach.

You couldn't wait for where this led.

Vendetta Chris Redfield x Civilian reader? Your writing is amazing! 🥹

FIRST! Before I post this I wanted to thank all of you for the older Leon post love because wow!! I really wasn’t expecting that AT ALL thank you so much. I got a little carried away on this one! I enjoyed writing it and it gave me and excuse to rewatch vendetta. There is no smut… BUT I can do a part two maybeee. PLEASE LEAVE STUFF IN MY INBOX, after this i have nothing </3

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gender neutral reader x Vendetta Chris Redfield.

Warnings: Mentions of explosions, blood, gore, close to death experience. Chris is over protective as fuck. Leon is dumb but so cute. BESTIE REBECCA TROPE.

Word count: 2,830

There was already chaos in the city, the only reason you knew is because your boss would rather die than send anybody home. But when he ran into the office, screaming that everyone needs to leave immediately, you knew there was something wrong. You tried to keep yourself calm, your heart beating so loud in your ears that you felt like you were going to puke. You walked out the double doors of the building, gripping at your bag . A loud gasp left your lips at the sound of a motorcycle roaring down the street, driving past you at least going eighty-six. This is a public area, starting right over by the district buildings. Right as you went to cross the street a loud explosion pushed you off your feet, throwing you to the ground. Your hand immediately flew to your head as you sat up, coughing from the wind literally being knocked out of you. You cleared your throat, blinking as a man squatted down to your height, offering his hand. He was speaking but the words were muffled, due to the fact that your body was still adjusting to the explosion that happened not even 10 feet away from you. With a pop your hearing cleared, along with your vision as you looked at the man.

“Are you alright?”

His voice was sweet, sultry and so so smooth. Like whiskey almost. You nodded your head as you pulled yourself up, ignoring his hand.

“Are you a cop?”

This was definitely a dumb question, you can see the snarky expression painted in his face. Your eyes trailed down his body, oh. He was in the military or something? Then something is really going down in the city.

“Because if you’re a cop, i have a gun in my bag i have a permit but-“

He put his hands up trying to ease you, bending down and handing you your bag.

“I’m no cop, but you should get out of the city. It’s getting bad.”

Your conversation was cut off by the loud sound of dogs snarling, Chris screaming loudly to who you assumed was his partner. All while you stood behind him, staring around the city as more loud bangs could be heard in the distance. Leon had yelled to Chris about getting through and bombing the rest of the trucks. Chris gritted his teeth watching as Leon sped off, the mutant dogs chasing after him. The anxiety kicked you in the jaw, your breathing labored a bit as Chris grabbed you by the arm, dragging you to the car.

“Just get in the back and stay down!”

Chris yelled as you got into the backseat, your hands shaking as you pressed your body against the cool leather seating. Chris was in the car not long after. I’m gonna die because I saw too much, or SOMETHING.(so you thought) There was no way you could make it out of this even with Chris by your side.

The drive was surprisingly calm after Chris bombed all the city's trucks. You sat in the back still staring out the window, rubbing at the bruise on your arm. Chris stared at you through the rear view window, tapping on the steering wheel.

“I’m Chris by the way, I didn’t mean to abduct you but, you got caught in crossfire.”

Even in a time like this Chris couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, his hand gripping at the steering wheel again.

“I’m (Y/N), and don’t be sorry I’m grateful, really. Thank you, Chris.”

Chris saved a hopeless civilian, you just kept thanking your lucky star you were in the right place at the right time.

When the car came to a stop, Chris turned to you, clearing his throat.

“Please- don’t leave the car. I won’t be more than maybe twenty minutes alright? Not that I care where you go or anything but, for your general safety.”

Chris spoke as he grabbed his gun from the passengers seat, checking sits magazine. His eyes shifted to the rear view window again, you saluted your fingers at him with a smile.

“Yes sir, Captain… Redfield?”

You squinted trying to read the badge on his chest. It was sarcasm and he couldn’t help but smirk before getting out of the car.

—-

You swore it wasn’t even 10 minutes but the anxiety was eating you alive. You groaned loudly, digging into your bag to find your pistol , squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a yell of adrenaline, pulling the shoes off your feet because god damn did they burn. You climbed out the backseat and opened the front door, even though the streets were empty you checked both ways before sprinting across. The front door to the building opened, your shaky hand pulling back the gun checking if it was ready to fire. Thank god your dad was a cop, because when he forced you to do all that training when you were younger you were thanking him from his grave. You ran down the flight of stairs, just following the sound of people. But the sound of “people '' was just a lot of moaning and groaning. You almost slipped off the last step, gaining your balance. You saw Chris surrounded by a bunch of… people? They were attacking him and he was shooting back but was obviously having trouble. You raised your arms with the pistol in hand, giving yourself a small mental pep talk which mostly consisted of “Please don’t shoot him” and “What if i shoot the wall” You squeezed your eye shut, your finger pressing into the trigger, a groan from Chris being heard as he pushed the now corpse off his body.

“Thank god Leon-“

Chris stopped dead in his tracks as he stood up, looking at you.

“What are you DOING?”

Chris screamed, walking towards you as you lowered the gun.

“I’m sorry! I got nervous by myself out there and when I came in here all I heard was grunting. I got worried!”

You yelled back as Chris ran his hand over his face in frustration. The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds before the door behind you swung open, Leon on his bike.

“Oh shit, sorry am I interrupting-“

“Shut up Leon, we have to find Rebecca.”

Chris cut Leon off before pointing at you.

“You stay behind me AND Leon and I swear to- whatever you believe in if you leave our sight, it won’t end up pretty.”

Leon let out a whistle as the two stepped ahead of you, you felt like a toddler. But the fear bubbled in you once more as you all walked into the room seeing Chris’ friend Rebecca strapped to the table. Her veins popping, her skin so pale. It made your stomach turn as Chris pulled her from the table, her groaning as he helped her to her feet.

——

Chris had mentioned something about finding a vaccine, and kept repeating the details over and over to you as you and him helped carry Rebecca to wherever you were going.

“Wait i’m not understanding Chris, Why-“

A bullet shot passed your leg, brushing it leaving a small chunk of your leg bare and bloody, a loud shriek leaving your lips as your grip on Rebecca got loose. You grabbed Rebecca's arm firmly, throwing it over your shoulder as Chris looked over the ledge. He knew what he had to do, he looked at Rebecca then back to you.

“Please remember what I asked of you.”

He was so fast, it’s scary actually.

“Here we go, let’s lay you down..”

You spoke softly to Rebecca as you propped her against the wall. Rebecca coughed, grabbing your arm as you went to turn away, but was too weak to speak. Though your leg was pouring blood, your pants ripped. You ran towards the staircase, listening to the groans and gunfire coming from Chris’ area. You shoved your way past the doors, looking down the long spiral staircase

“Mother fucker…”

You whispered to yourself before taking your first step down the steps which eventually led you right to the room as Chris described. Out of breath, grabbing at your ribs, the doors automatically opened. A small smile on your face as you went to grab at the green tank Chris had preached to you. Before you could pick it up you heard the noise of stomping behind you, finding whatever the fuck that thing was towering over you as you held the tank to your chest. A scream left your lips as you ducked as fast you could, sprinting towards the stairs before you made it back towards the entrance of the staircase, hearing the glass above you shatter. You closed your eyes and sprinted your way up the steps, trying to ignore every loud crash and bang filling your ears.

——

Still completely out of breath- you finally got back to Rebecca, your skin pale and your hands shaking as you pulled her legs to allow her to lay down, connecting the machine to your best ability. She stared up at you with shallow breaths before her eyes closed. You let out a string of curse words as you gently lifted her head, connecting the mask to her face and pressing the button on the machine. You flinched, your body covering over Rebecca at the sight of Leon and Chris fighting this horrendous monster, your vision getting blurry as you sat back, beside Rebecca, looking down at where you had been shot.

“Okay.. okay..”

You whispered as you pulled the belt off your waist from your pants, trying to tighten it around your thigh but failing. You’d never felt pain like this. You were normal, this wasn’t normal for you. Everyday you wake up, you mix the oat milk into your bitter coffee and you do paperwork, all. day. long. Maybe meeting Chris wasn’t the right thing, maybe you should’ve just stayed home today, Maybe you shouldn’t have even moved to New York. Flashbacks of you and your dad arguing filled your head as your fingers grazed over your open wound once again. You fluttered your eyes open, smiling as Rebecca’s color started to come back. At least somebody important like her could live, important people like Chris- like Leon. They live, boring people like you die to assist.

—-

You were passed out and don’t remember much. But Chris does.

Chris helped Leon up, staring down at the timer on his watch letting out a yell of Rebecca’s name as he ran towards where he left the two of you. His chest aching at the site of your belt loosely laid around your thigh, but Rebecca laid quietly, her breathing steady and the vaccine was given to her. Chris groaned as he lifted you up, holding you to him. Stranger, sure. But somebody with your drive is needed.

—-

The sounds of beeping woke you up, a sharp breath leaving your nose as your eyes opened. The heart monitor went off as you sat up. Oh? A hospital?.. Your hand reached up to feel the beating of your heart, sighing in relief before a pair of heavy boots ran into the room followed by another… and another.

“Chris?”

You coughed, your voice was weak from not speaking days on end. It turns out you weren’t just shot in the leg, but in the side too. And when Rebecca reached out for you, it’s what she was trying to tell you. Chris wore.. somewhat normal clothing, leaning on the bed frame you laid on, watching Rebecca leave the room.

“Thank you, for what you did. You don’t understand you are a Hero-“

You cut Chris off, pointing to him.

“No, Chris. I’m not you. I watched you and Leon in actual shock.. I mean- my dad was a police officer but never have I seen stuff like.. well, that.”

You rambled, looking at the man in front of you. He stared at you in what admiration?

“You have to brainwash me now huh, or kill me, either one”

You joked as you laid your head back against the pillow. You gasped, your hand flying to your mouth as you pointed out the window to the city. Chris nodded but laughed.

“I’m sorry your flat was destroyed but, my organization wants to fund you with permanent housing till we can figure out a situation for you.”

Chris walked around the bed and sat down on the chair next to your bed, your head turning to him.

“Oh so, I’m gonna be a prisoner..”

You teased before he handed you a pair of keys.

“By my organization I mean me, you’ll be staying with me. You’re welcome.”

——-

Chris Redfield. A man of his word. You grew fond of him way too quickly, waking up in the morning to him leaving for the day but as he walked out the door he let you know he made you coffee and bought oat milk and it’s in the fridge. He was rough on the outside but he was an angelic man. He cared for so many people, and he doesn’t like to admit the trauma he has faced. Nights where the two of you sit eating dinner and he tells you stories of all the places he has been. You could see the pain in his eyes though and it made you feel for him. You wish you could hear what he went through, but even from what you saw, it’s too much.

——

You set the table and all, making dinner for Chris and you put your whole heart and soul into it. He comes home at 9:30 every night, so everything was ready and you wore the nicest shirt you own that Rebecca had let you borrow but you still were nervous.

Chris never showed up though, and you sat at the table, tears filling your eyes as you watched the door in silence. You hadn’t even realized you fell asleep till you heard the door slam open, your head lifting off the table to see Chris walk in, his face cut up and dirty. You could see the moment his face dropped seeing you had prepared something nice, for him.

Immediately standing you ran to the kitchen grabbing a wet towel before walking back to Chris.

“What happened Chris? Jesus..”

Chris allowed you to lead him over to the bathroom, sitting him on the toilet. Chris couldn’t help but smirk at you, the worried look on your face, your eyebrows frowned as you wiped at his face. Chris’ hand reached up, his thumb running across the dry tears on your cheeks. You turned your face away, continuing to wipe his face. Chris sighed, grabbing your hand, kissing your knuckle as he closed his eyes.

“When I go out like that, I get so scared I won’t come back and I will leave you wondering..”

Chris sighed as he took in your scent. Your eyes stared down at him, feeling your heart rate pick up as he brought your hand to his chest.

“And look at you.. you got dressed up and made me dinner? Just for me to leave you hanging.”

You shook your head at him, your hands cradling his jaw.

“No matter what time, no matter what day, even if it’s weeks, years. I’ll be here. I mean I do live here..”

You joked, your nose scrunching, causing Chris to let out a genuine laugh. Chris’ hands rested on your hips as you put the towel down, applying antibiotic ointment to his cheek and his nose. Chris watched you place the tube down, mentally screaming at himself as he stood, his hands holding your cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours softly. If you told anybody Chris was the type of man to allow his partner to put bandaids on his scratches and give them soft kisses in return, they would laugh at you. Chris broke the kiss, sighing as he looked in the mirror, his hand running over his scruff. He’s really acting like he didn’t just kiss you. You stood there, hands at your side as you watched him pull his shirt over his head.

“I love you Chris.”

You blurted out, your breath skipping as he looked at you from the mirror. Reminding you of when the two of you first met, him staring at you through that rear view window.

“I love you too.”

i made more i can’t help it i love them

i had a dream i was fighting off clickers with pedro pascal😭(it was the night i watched tlou) i really wanna have the dream again ngl

This poll brought to you by my dream last night where Tupac Shakur was telling me something 😌

finally settled in our new apartment!! now i can ACTUALLY draw, I've missed this dilf <3

included the inspo/references uwu