Whumptember Day 1-2
Writing has been going tough for me lately, so I'm still trying to get things rolling. Taking more, but shorter stuff. At around 500 words.
Black x Kano ship is such a fave of mine that I've only played out in my head so far. I think they have the potency to be a cruelly toxic couple (strong word for their "relationship") who constantly hurt each other, then get back together only to stab the other in the back again. Two walking red flags.
So just perfect for whumtember. I want to explore this a bit. I'm not promising anything, I'll just keep writing as I find the mood. So far it's good I've connected some days and am having fun.
Enjoy your reading!
[prompt list] from @whumptember !
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Fandom: Mortal Kombat
Pairing: Kano/Erron Black
World count: ~600
Warnings: implied sexual content and knife play, beating
[READ ON AO3]
"Kano, for fuck's sake, let me go!" The shout came along with the clank of a pulled chain spreading through the hall.
"I didn't hear the magic word at the end, so... nah. I don't think so." Mercenary was swinging in his chair for a good dozen minutes. His cynical and contented smile never left his face as he stared at the captured cowboy as if he was his catch. Erron, on the other hand, was murdering him with his gaze while constantly fidgeting, in an attempt to at least loosen the metal digging painfully into his body.
"You don't even know how long I waited for this. Did you really think you would manage to hide from me for the rest of your life?" He pointed at him with the tip of the knife he had been fiddling with the whole time.
"Oh please." Black sighed tiredly, clenching his fists. "Do you still hate me for leaving Black Dragon?"
He got no answer.
Kano stood up silently and with slow steps approached him, tossing his knife. Erron tensed unwittingly at this sight and swallowed hard, hoping that the mercenary didn't notice.
He followed the blade with his eyes, speculating how badly the former boss intended to scar him. But instead, Kano tucked the knife back into the scabbard hooked on his thigh. Then his hand went upward clenching roughly on Black's cheeks.
"I don't forget so easily. And you know very well how you pissed me off with that."
Despite the threatening situation, Erron couldn't stop a mischievous smile creeping onto his lips. "Yeah." It was foolish to provoke him when he had no way to defend himself. "I love that part." He really should refrain from such comments, given the position he is in. But then again, limping in front of him was definitely worse than what was about to come.
And he was not wrong. Kano laughed softly at his answer, and immediately afterward aimed a hard precise punch under his ribs.
It hurt. Hurt a lot.
Black groaned, and his head fell forward as he ran out of breath. The way he was tied to the pillar didn't even allow him to bend in half, making the suffering last longer. He coughed, but didn't have time to take a good breath when Kano's rough pull on his hair lifted him back to look into his eyes. In doing so, the back of his head hit the solid cement nastily, but the other man definitely didn't give a damn.
"It will be pure pleasure to watch you slowly break." He patted him on the cheek twice with a hideous grin. "Well, unless you would like to add something? What do you say Black? Start begging for forgiveness while you still have time?"
His arrogance annoyed the cowboy now far more than the chains binding him. Kano played with him as if he were a prey, which Erron in his mind wasn't and didn't intend to be. He furrowed his brow in anger and simply spit in his face.
This gave him a whole two seconds of satisfaction before his expression faded. He watched as the mercenary closed his eyes with a quiet sigh and wiped his face. Then his smile became much wider, which didn't bode well.
"Oh, this is going to be a long night." With that sentence, Kano's hand tightened on Black's groin. He got close enough that the next sentence was muttered directly into his ear. "I hope you're ready for some knife play."
After these words, all momentary excitement turned to concern. Black gritted his teeth as his thoughts now presented him with the direction this was heading. Guess he went a little too far after all.
"Fuck." He whispered almost silently. A long night ahead of him indeed.
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i'm not reblogging the original post because the op seems great and i don't want to hurt feelings. but this is such a fun-killing take i genuinely want to gnaw my arm down to the marrow of the sea-foamy bone:
"if the most interesting thing you can think of about a character is the ship you like them with, then I don't think you actually like that character very much."
romantic relationships where every lamb becomes the knife and every knife becomes the lamb are not interesting to you? or what about vampiric psychosexual laments full of blood-bound codependency where the lovers are each other's slow descent into decay and ruin? i mean, that's fun! that is objectively fun!
shipping is strangeness and sincerity and terror. it's vault-bright lucy and her irradiated wasteland-rotten ghoul. it's louis de pointe du lac's naked centering of lestat in a narrative other characters keep trying to invade but louis stubbornly just won't let them. it's these violent delights having violent ends. it's transgressing societal boundaries of right and wrong (an inherently empowering narrative for women and gay men who have been told what to do our whole damn lives.) it's paying homage to a cruel god but also that cruel god is an ordinary person traversing a post-apocalyptic landscape with you. it's hand in unloveable hand! it's hand on my cowardly heart!
the most intersting thing about many many many characters are their romantic entanglements. and that's okay! it's more than okay! it's lush and febrile nutritional goodness that incapsulates all aspects of fiction and therefore life, from horror to devotion, from tenderness to gut-shocking betrayals, from loving monstrosity to hateful divinity.
if you ever catch me not shipping, call a priest. i've been possessed.
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