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Street Fighter Urien x Reader

[Every once in a while, I go back to the original purpose for making this page which is, if I can't a fic for a character I like, by god I will make one. Been playing street fighter 3 and felt like making one for Urien. Not technically a yandere fic, but reader does get kidnapped, so I guess it's a similar flavor.]

The sea was shining a beautiful mixture of orange and yellow that set a peaceful mood at the place you were visiting. You almost never got to take vacations, and certainly never somewhere as serine as the place you were at now. But, after plenty of hard work and saving you finally were able to do something nice for yourself. This place was perfect because it was still plenty friendly to city folk and tourists, but was still small enough that there wasn’t any stress from overcrowded streets and walkways.

You had gotten here yesterday, and things seemed like it was all laughs and smiles all around. However, when you started walking around the village today, the smiles seemed a little less genuine; not in a rude way, but rather that there was something that was worrying them and the people were all trying to assure themselves nothing would happen. You were trying to figure out what was up without upsetting anyone, so you were left with only the bits and pieces that you heard throughout the day. From what you could tell, it seemed like there was word from a nearby town that someone was there, and might have been making their way over to the village you were in sometime soon. Though never stated outright, you could tell from the tone of the conversations and the way people were planning to send some of their older and younger family to stay with relatives in different villages and towns that this person must have been trouble.

It was something that certainly alarmed you, and it seemed rightfully so as one old woman shuffling her way out of town with her grandchild stopped and warned you, “If you have no one nearby to shelter with, go to where you are staying and hide yourself as best you can. Be safe, young one.”

There was nothing else you needed to convince you the situation was serious, and you quickly made your way back toward the inn that you were staying at. You were panicked to be sure, but you were also trying to keep your cool for nothing other than to not make it too obvious that you were a tourist trying to remember unknown streets. That would be something that would a bright, red target on your back for anyone looking to start up trouble.

Thankfully, you weren't stopped by any unsavory persons nor did you get too lost on your way back to the inn. When the view of the amber, sunset colored sea came into view, you knew that you didn’t have too much farther to go. The place you were staying at was on the seafront. All you would have to do now was walk down the street until you found it. You looked back and forth down each way of the road to try to remember which way your inn was based on other buildings and landmarks. That’s when suddenly, you heard the dull clicking of dress shoes walking down the sidewalk.

It was likely that it was just a local also making their way back home for the evening, but you didn’t feel like taking any chances. There was something about the cadence of the steps that seemed off; they were extremely calm compared to all of the bustling you had heard today. So, without thinking much more on which way was the correct way, you turned right and started down the street. Even if your inn wasn’t this way, it would still give you some space from the person that was getting closer to you by the second. There was also likely to be a café or a little shop of some kind here that you could duck into if you felt you were actually being followed.

The plan didn’t work as the person down the street did seem to be heading right for you, and catching up to you in no time. Their steps still didn’t seemed rushed; perhaps a bit quicker than they were, but not by much. Whoever this was must have had a long stride to be able to catch up to you so quickly in such a little time. It was only a moment after you made that observation that you heard a voice behind you.

“I know you heard me behind you. Rather rude to not even turn to acknowledge me.”

The voice just radiated an ill meaning energy. There was a raspy quality to it like it had been overused for years and never quite healed; like speaking was more foreign to his throat than screaming was.

You weren’t sure what to do. Part of you wanted to run, but you knew there would be no way you could actually get away from him. You knew that he wanted you to turn around and look at him, but you were to terrified to, like doing so would invite him to interact with you more. The result of this indecision was that you were completely frozen in place.

“Hm, seems I’ve frightened the little mouse.” The man behind you laughed cruelly as an olive toned hand that was easily large enough to crush your skull wrapped around your neck and used just enough pressure to turn you around himself. The movement cased you to get a breeze of the cologne on his wrist. It smelled like burnt lilacs and cloves. And, based on the rest of his appearance, it must have been something expensive. The deep purple suit the man wore looked like it cost more money than you had seen in your entire life, and made his snowy hair pop even more than it would have foiled against any other color.

He seemed to be observing you as much as you were him. The hold on your neck was used to turn your head from side to side as he seemed playfully pensive, a devious smirk lightly tugging at his lips.

“Cute, little thing, aren’t you?” He teased, his graveled tenor voice not doing a thing to hide his belittling thoughts of you. “Obedient too, it seems… Yes, I think you can be quite lovely to have around.” The man then tugged a bit on your sleeve with his other hand as he looked over your clothes. “These could use some prettying up, but that’s no worry.”

You weren’t sure what switch flipped in your mind, but you suddenly found your voice.

“P-p-please. Let me go.” You croaked out, not from the pressure at your throat, but from fighting the lump that was tightening in it.

The man started shushing you, yet his hold at your neck started to tighten as a way to show you just how much restraint he was using before.

“Now, now. I’m giving you a better life than you could ever imagine. I know new things can be frightening, especially for you of lower understanding. However, when I decide I want something I get it.” You were suddenly pulled flush to him, your chin pressed to his chest that was bare under his open jacket as you were being directed to look up at his face by his hand that was now off your neck and gripping your scalp. “And, what I want right now is for you to be a pretty, little accessory at my arm.”

He chuckled darkly as you squirmed against him as you tried to get away.

“Surely a little bit of chest hasn’t made you flustered? Better get used to it, pet. I usually wear much less.” He teased as he pressed you even closer.

After a few moments of enjoying your struggles, the man picked you up bridal style and held you so tightly that you couldn’t move at all. After he was sure that you were secure in his arms, he started to walk back the way you had both come.

“The people in this trash-heap of a village have a lot to thank you for. Truthfully, I was in an absolute sour mood when I can here. But, when I saw a timid mouse like you scurrying around, it certainly caught my interest. You’ll keep me busy for a good while.” He noticed that you were suddenly more frightened than you had been previously. He cooed and comforted like someone completely alien to the concept, “Oh, don’t you worry. I might be a bad man, even by my own admission, but I would never impose myself on you.”

While you seemed a tiny bit more at ease, there was still something you were going to fight him on. It took you a few moments to work your voice up where he could hear it. “But… what about-“

“What?” He interrupted. “Your things? Your job? Your family? I am the only person that you need now. You must be forgetful, pet,” he demeaned as he squeezed you tighter to be sure he had your attention, “I told you already. I’m giving you a better life. I’m pulling you out of rabble and making you mine.”

You were propped up so that you were face to face with him, his icy, blue eyes boring into yours. “Now, be good and say thank you.” He instructed.

“T-thank you, sir.” You felt like you had no choice but to do as he said, and felt like adding the respectful title might help your stance with him. You couldn’t be sure that it did as his response was to give you a genuine yet crazed smile.

“Very good!” He praised, “What a quick learner you are! I knew my intuition about you was correct!” As was his habit the majority credit went towards himself. “However…”

Once again he seemed to be thinking over something. “I will give a privilege that only a few others have. You may use my name. Simply because I think it would sound darling in that timid voice of yours. Go ahead, try again. Lord Urien, this time.”

"Because you are my master?" You whimper the question.

"Because I am your god." Urien corrected.

You swallowed hard, not wanting to delay his demand for any reason, even your voice giving out from fearful tears you forced to remain in your eyes as you didn’t know how this madman would react to anything getting on his expensive suit. “Thank you, L-lord Urien.” You managed to croak out.

“Beautiful.” He purred as he continued to spirit you away from the rest of the world, to an unknown fate that you were trying to think of all the different choices you could have made to avoid this misfortune. The last view you saw of the ocean the night was quickly approaching, the water now a muted, blood red.

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