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somerakaptilo · 3 years
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summerwritesfics · 3 years
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🌌Mimicry
Pairing: Erron Black/Kuai Liang Length: 1658 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Supernatural AU, Perceived threat to a child (there is no real child in danger), Graphic death (mostly off screen but sounds are described), Murder, Blood, Supernatural being eating a human, Mimics, Ambiguous supernatural being, Mistaken identity, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Mentions of sex, Erron has 0 brain cells so thinks with his dick instead Song: Mimicry - Project Overdoze Feat. Ruby
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Broken fragments of these souls, Follow fading footsteps, Creeping down an old dusty road, Under all the subtext, Monsters chasing fills you with fright, Oh these Holy objects, Trick or treat in dead of the night, Better stop it or you will be mine
Note: Continuation of The Night
It had become somewhat of a routine for Erron to turn up at that old house. The door would always be open, and Kuai Liang would always be waiting for him, tea at the ready. It was still creepy, in Erron's opinion, however nothing as horrifying as the night they met had happened since.
Until tonight it seemed.
As he approached, he swore he heard was sounded like a voice coming from inside. A voice was certainly wasn't Kuai's. It had sounded almost like a little girl's voice.
"Help!" Erron froze, that was definitely the voice of a young girl. His thoughts raced, Kuai was definitely not benevolent, but Erron struggled to imagine that he'd hurt a child. "Please help me!" The child sounded terrified, and Erron couldn't help but slowly reach for his gun. He liked Kuai, and god only knew why but Kuai had always been good to him, but if he really was hurting a kid, Erron couldn't live with that.
He slowly made his way through the house, listening to the girl sob and cry. He managed to pin point her location to the study. He slowly approached the door, looking around the frame. At the desk, he could see the girl slumped, head in her hands as she cried. He couldn't see Kuai, and he wasn't sure if that was good or bad.
"Hey, pst!" He tried to get the girls attention, however she just continued to cry. "Kid!" He tried again, she still didn't acknowledge him.
He huffed, slowly walking towards her in the dark. The closer he got, the stranger the situation appeared. He stared at the girl for a few seconds, her sobs echoing around him but... she wasn't moving. He reached a hand forward, grasping her shoulder and turning her to face him.
He stumbled back when he was met with a lifeless doll.
"What the fuck?" He whispered as he slowly backed away. Something dripped down onto his hand from the ceiling. Frowning, he stared at the thick clear liquid on his hand. He slowly looked up.
Kuai Liang stared back at him, body pressed to the ceiling.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Erron screamed as Kuai suddenly dropped from where he was, landing atop of Erron. Erron was knocked to the floor, feeling cold hands pinning him to the floor, one against his wrists and the other clamped around his neck. Two glowing blue eyes peered at him through the darkness. This is it, holy fuck this is how I fucking die!
Kuai gasped. "Erron!" The hands released him, and Kuai was hurriedly standing up, offering his hand to Erron. "Please accept my deepest apologies, I hadn't realised it was you."
In spite of himself, Erron accepted Kuai's hand, letting himself be hauled back to his feet. He stumbled slightly, as he stared at his strange companion. Kuai's eyes were still glowing ever so slightly.
"Am I allowed to ask what the fuck that was?" Erron asked, not finding it in him to pull his hand out of Kuai's. The longer he held on, the more he realised how deathly cold Kuai was.
"Ah. That was..." Kuai paused, taking a deep breath. "How I feed."
Okay, so whatever the fuck he is eats humans then. Somehow, despite how disturbing that fact should have been, it wasn't that surprising. He looked across at the doll again.
"Okay but... I heard a little girl," he said, pointing to the doll to emphasise his point. Kuai gave that strange empty smile he gave occasionally.
"Oh, that was me too!" Erron felt his stomach drop. The voice that came from Kuai's mouth wasn't his, but that of the little girl Erron had thought he'd heard. Kuai giggled, "convincing, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Erron agreed, he could swear Kuai's hand was getting colder by the second. "So, what you cry out as a little girl in need of help, and lure people in so you can eat them?"
"Something like that," Kuai replied in his regular voice, head tilting slightly. "I can do other voices too," he added, far too cheerfully for what he was talking about. "I can even do you, see?" Erron's own voice coming from Kuai's lips somehow felt far more alarming.
"That's... quite the talent," Erron said, trying to hide his discomfort. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I uh... Dunno how I feel about almost becoming your lunch."
"I truly am sorry," Kuai replied, reaching a hand to his cheek, as frigid as the one holding his hand. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
Erron looked at him, considering it. His mind was a mantra at that moment. Don't say sex, don't say sex, don't say sex...
"Uh... Sex?"
I am officially the stupidest motherfucker in the whole goddamn world.
To his relief however, Kuai chuckled, "How forward of you, Mr Black." Kuai's hand trailed down Erron's jaw, along the veins of his neck before brushing away his slightly open shirt and resting the hand on his chest. "It has... been a while since I last had relations with another, I must confess."
Before Erron could reply, a male voice called out from somewhere "Hello? Is anyone there?"
Kuai's mouth quirked upwards, as he replied using the little girls voice again, "Help me! Oh please help me!"
"Oh! Okay, I'm coming! Are you hurt?" The voice shouted back. Erron tried to swallow, even as his mouth grew drier and drier. Kuai held a finger up to his lips with a sly grin.
"Please! I'm so scared!" Kuai pulled away from Erron, making his way to the wall. Erron felt bile rise in the back of is throat as he watched Kuai somehow begin to crawl up the wall. "Please hurry sir!" Kuai cried again, reaching the ceiling, and scrambling across. Despite everything telling Erron how wrong it was, he couldn't look away.
His eyes were drawn to the studies door when a man came running in. Erron and the man stared at each other for a few tense seconds.
"W-where's the girl?" The man asked, stepping forward, conveniently stopping right under Kuai Liang. "Where is she?" Erron's eyes made their way back to the ceiling. The man followed his gaze, sharply drawing in breath at the sight of Kuai above him.
Kuai dropped from the ceiling landing swiftly on his prey. The man began screaming, and Erron watched as Kuai opened his mouth and jerked forward, biting into the mans face. Blood dripped down Kuai's chin, soaking into his beard.
Erron turned away, unable to watch any more. He wasn't someone easily freaked out by blood and guts, but this was just too much. The man screeched in agony as he could hear Kuai tear through his flesh. He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white, screwing his eyes shut. Between the mans screams he could hear a squelching sound, the sound a meat ripping, occasionally what sounded like Kuai choking as he swallowed down his meal. Slowly the mans screams quietened, the only sound he could hear was Kuai eating.
Soon even that stopped, and the room fell into an eerie silence.
Then there were footsteps, slow and heavy ambling towards him. He bit his lip, willing himself to not turn around. He felt a wet hand grasp his bicep, red blood soaking into the blue fabric of his shirt. He turned his head ever so slightly, meeting Kuai's gaze. He looked calm and collected, but there was that same frenzied look in his eyes he had after he'd dealt with the Black Dragon. His face and clothes were painted red once more. He reached to place a hand under Erron's chin, hand sticky with thick blood and other bodily matter.
Kuai's eyes softened, the mania replaced with something Erron was a little more comfortable with: Lust. It was strange, having this creature who had so easily torn another man to shred's look at him with bedroom eyes. It was horrifying really, terrifying even.
And yet... Also flattering.
Kuai could destroy Erron if he wanted but he wasn't going to. For whatever reason, out of anyone who may have came here before, Kuai had chosen Erron as a companion rather than a meal. Erron couldn't say why, he wasn't exactly a good person and definitely not anything special. And yet Kuai looked at him as if he was the most fascinating thing he had seen in centuries.
It was exhilarating, being favoured so strongly by a being so powerful.
He had been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn't even noticed Kuai leaning in close, playfully nipping at Erron's lips, the action sending heat straight to his stomach. Erron cleared his throat.
"Now, where were we?~" Kuai purred, licking his lips, cleaning some of the blood from around his mouth. Erron hated how hot he found the action.
"I believe you were going to make up for almost making me your lunch," Erron replied, smoothly as he could. Kuai hummed, stroking his hand along Erron's chin.
"Ah, that's right." Kuai tilted his head, a small toothy smile on his face. Kuai lent close to Erron ear, taking a second to nibble at his lobe before he whispered "my body is yours to do as you wish with."
That permission was all Erron needed to reach for Kuai's waist and haul him over his shoulder. Kuai's laugh echoed through the room as Erron made his way to the door, intent on making it to Kuai's bedroom.
He didn't look back to the corpse they were leaving behind.
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somerakaptilo · 2 years
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Trust, My love, Let me inside of your walls, Trust, My love, Will keep you safe from the wolves
ErronSub Spy AU... which was just an excuse to draw Kuai in skintight clothes tbh.
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somerakaptilo · 3 years
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When you breathe I feel your tiny body move next to me, And my heart beats like a hammer Lord knows, Cos I've travelled through a million towns, But I never seen two eyes as lovely as those
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summerwritesfics · 3 years
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🎧Song Inspired Shorts - Happy Little Boozer
Pairing & Characters: Erron Black/Kuai Liang, Johnny Cage Length: 1068 words Rating: Mature, bordering on Explicit Content/Warnings: Drinking/Alcohol, Drunken Flirting, Sober Character briefly considers having sex with a character too drunk to consent (Nothing is acted upon, but it is touched on briefly), Sexual Language/Mentions of Sex Song: Happy Little Boozer - Korpiklaani
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He sees himself as the saviour of the world, His will is strong and he's feeling good, I've known him since the first taste of beer, I will meet him many times in a year, Happy little, Happy little, Happy little boozer
There was something oddly endearing about watching Grandmaster Sub Zero get drunk.
The man was usually so stoic and so closed off, at least that's how he seemed to Erron, that seeing him in any other state was almost humanising. The fearful cryomancer was just as susceptible to alcohol as anyone else was.
So watching Sub Zero genuinely giggle, and sway with effort of keeping himself up on his feet was fairly entertaining. Watching him drunkly try and tell his comrades that he was thankful to have them in his life was adorable. Him trying to explain to Cassie how proud he was of her and her team was also slightly hilarious.
And quite frankly all that seemed almost right, he wouldn't have expected it, but it seemed the natural progression of Sub Zero's character.
So when Sub Zero finally managed to stumble to where he was, Erron wasn't sure what to expect, but had a good feeling about it.
Sub Zero swayed on his feet for a few seconds, before finally deciding to keep hold of the bar for stabilisation was for the best. He looked at Erron for a few seconds, before a strange smile came over his face and he slurred “Hellooooo, Black~”
“Howdey,” He replied, tilting his hat and earning a little snicker for his trouble. “How can I help you Grandmaster?”
“You know,” Sub Zero started, suddenly looking quite serious, and reaching his hand to Erron's cheek. “Y'should... Um... Should keep your mask off more often.”
“Oh really?” he replied with a smirk, reaching up to hold Sub Zero's hand that was still on his face. “And why's that?”
“Cause your actually really rather handsome,” Sub Zero stumbled forward slightly, and Erron just about managed to catch him. “And... You have really pretty eyes... but you don't wear a mask over your eyes so it's not a big deal...”
Erron couldn't help the absolutely stupid grin plastering his face, apparently, as well as being an affectionate drunk, the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei was also a flirty drunk. And Erron was the person he'd decided to flirt with.
Erron managed to swing the shorter man's arms over his shoulders before wrapping his own around Sub Zero's waist. Face to face like this he could see the glossed over look in Kuai's eyes and the blush heating up his cheeks. God he's fucking wasted, we've only been here a couple of hours, how much has he drunk?
“Oh yeah?” He opted not to point out to Sub Zero how drunk he was, instead focusing on the fact he was being flirted with. “Well, I reckon you should leave your mask off too, seems an awful shame to hide such a cute face.”
Sub Zero started to laugh again, leaning his head against Erron's chest. “You smell good too,” He added, slightly muffled since his face was covered by Erron's clothes.
“Ain't you a sweetheat,” he replied, feeling Sub Zero's chest heaving up and down, clearly still laughing.
To say he was tempted was an understatement. He hadn't gotten laid in almost 6 months and here was someone practically giving it away. Normally he wouldn't have given it much thought, because by this point he would have been equally as drunk. But he wasn't even tipsy, while Sub Zero was so intoxicated he seemed ready to collapse. The image of an angry cryomancer chasing his ass, more than a little peeved that he'd been taken advantage of, was quite a vivid one. He didn't really want to take the chance.
“Alright darlin' as much as I would love to see you in my bed...” Sub Zero snorted at that, clearly amused by, or maybe even liking, the idea, “I think that may have to wait 'til your a lil more on the sober side.”
“Mmm, maybe~” Sub Zero allowed himself to be manhandled until Erron was supporting his weight and practically dragging him across the room to someone from Earthrealm who could hopefully make sure the man got back to his temple in one piece. “Mmmaybe you should come visit me... Cause I really think I'd like to try ridin' you, cowboy~”
Oh boy.
“Well, hardly an offer I can refuse, ain't it?” He finally made his way to Johnny Cage, who looks across at them with an unsure look. “Cage, uh... The grandmaster here might be a lil' drunk right now. Think you can make sure he gets home okay?”
“Jesus really?” Johnny questions, walking over and frowning while he tipped Sub Zero's head back. “Hey Ice Cube, you doing alright there?”
“Johnny!” Sub Zero suddenly exclaimed, finally pulled away from Erron and engulfing Johnny in a hug instead. “I d-don't get to tell you much... But... But I love you~ You are the best friend~ Love you so much...”
Sub Zero's speech dissolved into mumbles as Johnny blinked a couple of times. “Uh... How much have you had to drink?”
“I think... Think I've had 6 glasses of wine and... And Cassandra said... We played a game... And had shots... so I had about 10...” There was a beat of silence. “Or maybe 20...”
“Ah. I see, guy who rarely gets drunk, thus is a lightweight is introduced to drinking games, no wonder your almost paralytic mate,” Johnny commented finally managing to pry Sub Zero off him and instead managed to get him into a similar position Sub Zero had previously been with Erron. “Thanks... For looking out for him. I'll make sure he gets home.”
“My thanks,” Erron replied with another tip of his hat, as Johnny started to try and convinced Sub Zero to walk with him. Before they turned away completely Sub Zero managed to turn his attention to Erron one last time.
“Remember to come visit me, handsome cowboy~” Sub Zero reminded, before blowing Erron a kiss. Erron had a bite his lip, while Johnny managed to finally get the other man to stumble away with him. Erron swore he could hear Sub Zero reiterating the point that he loved Johnny and his friendship once again.
The question of if Sub Zero would even remember inviting him to his temple barely crossed his mind, in his head, he was already making plans for his next bout of free time and the journey to Earthrealm.
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summerwritesfics · 3 years
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🎧Song Inspired Shorts - Call Me
Pairing & Characters: Erron Black/Kuai Liang, brief unnamed appearance from Smoke. Length: 352 words Rating: Mature Content/Warnings: Modern AU, Drinking/Alcohol, Drunken Flirting, Hickeys/Love Bites Song: Call me - Blondie
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Call me (call me) on the line, Call me, call me any, anytime, Call me (call me) I'll arrive, When you are ready we can share the wine, Call me
Entering the bar, Erron hadn't had any hopes of what he would experience inside. No expectations of a cute woman or man, no one who maybe had a few too many drinks and no one to dance with.
And yet here was a cute man, who'd introduced himself as Kuai, who'd definitely had a few too many drinks and was happily pushing himself closer to Erron as they danced. Hell, Kuai didn't even complain when Erron bit the shell of his ear and left hickeys down his neck. His teeth at the Kuai's adams apple left the cute man gasping and encouraged Kuai's hands to get a little friendlier, trailing down Erron's back towards his ass. It took Erron everything in his being not to drag the man to the bathroom and fuck him right there and then.
Then some fucker just had to come and ruin it.
“Kuai. You're drunk. We need to go,” a grey haired man stated, pulling at Kuai's arm. Erron felt himself grunt at the intrusion and Kuai whine lightly. “Come on,” The grey haired man hissed again.
Kuai let out a disappointed sigh, but still leaned in close to Erron and with a drunken giggle, “Thanks for dancing with me.” Erron felt Kuai pushing something into the pocket of his jeans and stared down at him with his head tilted. “Call me~” Kuai all but purred, before gently giving Erron a peck on the cheek and finally allowing himself to be dragged away by his friend, who throughout this whole process had done nothing but glare daggers at Erron.
Once gone, Erron reached into his pocket, to see what had been pushed in. To his surprise was a napkin, with a phone number and the name “Kuai Liang” along with it. Erron raised an eyebrow, when'd he even have the chance to write this down?
Well. Does that matter? Erron supposed it didn't, as he took his phone out to transfer the number into it. Definitely not the last time I'll be seein' you, Darlin'.
Oh, Erron couldn't wait to text him in the morning.
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summerwritesfics · 3 years
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🎧Song Inspired Shorts - Dirty Little Secret
Pairing & Characters: Erron Black/Kuai Liang, Kotal Kahn Length: 1473 Words Rating: Mature Content/Warnings: Secret Relationship, Brief mention of sex Song: Dirty Little Secret - The All American Rejects
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I'll keep you my dirty little secret (Dirty little secret), Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret, (Just another regret, hope that you can keep it), My dirty little secret, who has to know?
Erron opened the door to his room a jar, just wide enough to look around outside and make sure the coast was clear. When he couldn't see or hear any activity, he opened the door fully, checking both ways down the corridor to be sure 100%. Satisfied, he glanced over his shoulder and gestured for the Lin Kuei Grandmaster to follow him out to freedom.
Really it was stupid that at over 200 years old Erron was still sneaking out his dates around like he was a teenager, but it seemed for the best. He didn't know what it would do for either of their reputations, and would likely paint targets on each others backs when it came to their enemies. Not that Erron didn't think either himself or Sub Zero could deal with them, it would just make life easier to not have to.
And so they'd agreed to be each other's dirty little secret.
Even if it did mean sacrificing their shared dignity when it came to trying to get out without anyone seeing them.
They were scurrying down the halls of Outworld palace now, Erron trying to take the fastest but lesser used route to the exit. He came to a halt when he heard two voices walking towards them. Kuai stopped beside him, eyes widening, while Erron so very desperately tired to come up with a plan before whoever they were came around the corner.
There was a door not to far from them, and Erron made the split second decision that this was his best option.
“Door,” he exclaimed, grabbing Kuai's arm and dragging him over. Before Kuai could even stutter out an objection, Erron had swung the door open and practically threw the other man inside before slamming the door shut.
He lent against it, watching as two of the palace's maids walked by. He grabbed his hat and tilted it slightly. “Mornin' ladies,” he added as casually as he possibly could. The maids giggled slightly as they went past, and waved at him.
It took a few minutes for them to leave to the other side of the corridor, and when they did, he let out a breathe of relief. Turning back to the door to retrieve his cryomancer, he opened the door and-
There was Kotal Kahn standing on the other side with his arms crossed and an unimpressed look on his face.
“Uh... Hi... Boss...” Oh no. This is bad. “What... Uh, what are you doing in here?”
“I think it is perfectly reasonable for me to be inside my bed chambers, Erron,” He replied.
Erron paused. Oh... Shit. He peered around the room, confirming that yes, this was indeed the Kahn's personal bed chambers. How the hell did I forget it was here?
“And I was enjoy a quiet moment to myself when suddenly my door is torn open and I find the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei being thrown inside.” Erron winced, and he could see Kuai's head poke out from around the side of Kotal, looking at Erron with an expression that screamed “You are a fucking idiot”.
“Yes well you see, there is a perfectly good explanation for that,” Erron tried to reason.
“And that would be?” Kotal questioned tilting his head.
Erron paused, trying to think of some reason for Sub Zero to be here. He made eye contact with Kuai again who was seemingly trying to plead with Erron to come up with something, anything, that would explain his presence here in Outworld.
“Well, that would be...” Erron stalled still trying to think but for some reason his brain was just not co-operating with the rest of him. “You see he... We... I was...” He hung his head in shame and defeat. “I lied I ain't got an explanation for this.”
Kotal rolled his eyes, before looking over his shoulder to Kuai Liang, who seemed alarmed to suddenly be the one in the spotlight. “Would you care to try and offer an explanation Grandmaster?”
Kuai's mouth fell open slightly, before he coughed and gulped, running his fingers through his hair. “Well, You see Emperor I am on... a mission of diplomacy.”
“I see,” Kotal commented, moving slightly so Kuai could slip from behind him to stand by the side instead. “And this mission of diplomacy happens to involve Erron sneaking you in and out of the palace.”
“Yes. Exactly.” Kuai glanced over at Erron, clearly not buying his own bullshit. Erron couldn't think of anything to say to help.
“This mission wouldn't happen to also involve him bedding you would it?”
And that question practically punched Erron in the face. He looked over to Kuai who was clearly just as surprised that not only had Kotal figured it out, but had the balls to just outright question it.
“How... Did you figure that out?” Erron asked, ignoring the small squeak that came from Kuai, clearly distressed that all but confirmed the truth. Kotal's head snapped over to him.
“I am not a fool, Erron, I can see exactly what is happening here.” Erron couldn't help the grimace on his face as Kotal looked between them. “Incidentally I should inform you that the walls of the palace are particularly thin, and one of you is extremely loud.”
The fact Kuai's face went bright red at this statement definitely revealed to Kotal he was the culprit behind that particular complaint. If Erron didn't know the emperor better, he could have sworn he saw a small smirk on his face at this.
“No more sneaking in and out of the palace,” Kotal finally said firmly, turning his attention towards Kuai Liang, who at this point looked like he just wanted the world to swallow him whole. “This mission of yours grandmaster, has my full support. I will let the guard's know you are free to come and go from the palace as you please.”
And for the second time in as many minutes, he felt like his employer had socked in him the jaw. Kuai seemed just as taken aback by this, but seemed to relax just as quickly, the only evidence that he had ever been flustered was the blush still lacing his features.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Kuai replied respectfully, placing his fist over his heart and bowing respectfully. “And my apologies for any inconveniences that my presence has caused.”
Kotal actually smiled at that, and gestured for Kuai to leave the room. As Kuai turned to start walking towards Erron and the door. “Oh, and Grandmaster?” Kotal added just before Kuai had managed to leave, causing Kuai to look over his shoulder. “I do hope my mercenary here usually treats you better than he did when he threw you about just now.”
“He is... Ah... Quite the gentleman under normal circumstances,” Kuai replied with a nod.
“I am glad to hear that,” Kotal commented, turning to walk back over to his desk on the other side of the room. “If he ever should not be, you have my blessing to freeze him where he stands.”
“Your blessing is noted,” Kuai spoke with a slight keen to his voice, clearly trying not to laugh.
But finally they had managed to escape Kotal's chambers, closing the door behind them, and it took mere seconds for Kuai's posture to slump, his head to fall into his hands and for him to give a very loud groan.
“I have never wanted a stray bolt of Raiden's lightening to strike me down more than I do right now,” Kuai grumbled into his palms, while his fingers lightly rubbed circles into his temples.
“Well, look at the bright side,” Erron offer, lightly patting Kuai's back. “Least we don't have to sneak around anymore.”
“I guess there is a silver lining.” Kuai returned to standing straight, one hand landing now on his hip while the other rubbed the back of his head. “I suppose I should speak with my students and offer you the same courtesy.”
Erron smiled at that. As much as he liked the challenge of getting in and out of the Lin Kuei's temple without being spotted, the last time he was there he'd had to awkwardly climb out of the window and rock climb his way down the mountain. He had to admit not having to do shit like that would be rather nice.
“Erron?” Kuai suddenly asked, tilting his head. “Does this make us officially a couple?”
Erron raised and eyebrow and smirked, “I'd say so, darlin'.” He couldn't help but let his hand roam a little lower, grabbing a little at Kuai's ass. “If y'think you can keep up with me, that is.”
“Bring it on, cowboy...”
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summerwritesfics · 3 years
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🍎Little Moments - Quite The Romantic
Pairings & Characters: Erron Black/Kuai Liang Length: 319 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Writing love letters, Implied sexual themes, Erron is bad at being romantic but that's okay Prompt: Love Letters
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Kuai Liang was a romantic at heart.
Maybe a little embarrassing for someone his age to believe in something like love, but he couldn't help it. There was just something nice about being romantic. Especially given the violent filled life he lived.
So, in the spaces between when he would meet Erron, Kuai had taken to writing him love letters. Again, possibly embarrassing for someone of his age to be doing, but it felt so good to put down in words how he felt. All the flowery language and metaphors in the world couldn't really express his feelings fully, but it was the easiest way to try and communicate them when Erron was not with him.
Erron had never written one back, but that was fine. Erron wasn't really one for expressing himself with words even in person, more with actions. He could muster the words “I love you” but that was nothing compared to the other man's hands on Kuai's body. The way he touched Kuai Liang was the real way in which Erron proved his love.
So when one morning Kuai was handed an envelope with Erron's handwriting addressed to him, it took him by surprise. He had initially hesitated, there was no saying it was a love letter or even a letter with good news. It could just as easily be the other man dumping him, in an old-timey equivalent of being dumped through text.
His curiosity got the better of him, as he tore the envelope open, and unfolded the letter.
“Kuai Liang, You have an ass that won't quit. Erron.”
Kuai stared at the letter, trying to fight the urge to smile. It was maybe a little crass, but Kuai appreciated the effort regardless. Wow, he thought as he turned the paper over in case there was something else on the back, I am turning that man into quite the romantic aren't I?
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summerwritesfics · 3 years
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🌌The Night
Pairing & Characters: Erron Black/Kuai Liang Length: 1968 Words Rating: Mature Content/Warnings: Supernatural AU, Bounty Hunters, Being chased, Ambiguous Supernatural beings, Implied Murder, Gunshot wounds, Blood, Nonchalant attitude to extreme violence Song: The Night - Voltaire
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'Cause the night, She calls me, She calls me, She calls me, She calls me, She sways in her velvet dress, And pulls me toward her in the dark, While the others rest, While the others rest, While the others rest
“He's around here somewhere!”
Erron hissed and ducked under a hedgerow. He should have known his latest bounty would have backup, you don't become the leader of the Black Dragon without having that kind of power. He should have known but still didn't plan ahead for the possibility. Now he was outnumbered and on the run, when he really should be turning the scumbag in for a huge wad of cash.
“Come out hunter! The boss only wants to speak to you!”
Yeah right, Erron thought, crawling on his belly through the dirt, trying to get to the other side of the hedge now. It was large enough that it might hide his trail at least long enough to hide. He made it through to the other side, taking a quick look at his surroundings. His jaw dropped when he saw the small but very ornate house sat at the end of a large sprawling garden.
It looked too well looked after to be abandoned, and yet at the same time there was this strange air of solitude he couldn't seem to shake off. Still, if he could convince whomever owned the home to let him hide out for a few hours, it could help him survive.
He scurried across the lawn, trying not to step on any of the carefully cultivated flowers. As he made his way up onto the porch, he peered into one of the windows. It was dark inside, but it was the middle of the night, he assumed whoever lived here would likely be in bed. Still he went to the door, and as he lifted his hand to knock, he watched as the door slowly creaked open on it's own.
He blinked a few times, staring into the dark gloomy house for a few seconds before poking his head inside and calling “hello?”.
There was no reply, and he cautiously stepped inside. He was in a hallway, and from a doorway not too far away he could see a light flickering. He walked towards it, stopping just before it so he could try and take a quick glance inside before making his presence known. The room inside appeared to be a kitchen, lit by several candles on the walls and table. Stood beside a stove and tending to a kettle was a man, dressed far too formally for this time of night in a shirt and waistcoat. The man made no visible indication that he knew Erron was there.
“Uh, excuse me?” Erron started, finally moving to stand in the doorway. The man still made no attempt to acknowledge Erron's presence. “Sorry to bother you, your back door was open.”
“Oh, it's quite alright,” the man finally responded, reaching into a cupboard and bringing out a teacup set, and placing it onto a tray. “It has been some time since I had a visitor.”
“I...” Erron didn't exactly know how to respond to that. “My name's Erron Black, I'm a bounty hunter, except my latest bounty's gone a bit... wrong. I was just wondering if I could hide out here until they're gone.” The man took the kettle off the stove and started to pour the boiling water into a teapot. “If that ain't too much of a bother.”
“Not at all, Mr Black,” the man replied happily, putting the kettle down and picking up the tray and finally turning to face Erron. Now that Erron could see his face fully, his eyes were drawn to the large scar over the man's right eye. “Would you care for a spot of tea?”
Something about this man was off, and every part of Erron's brain was telling him to leg it and take his chances with the Black Dragon thugs chasing him. Yet despite the warning signs there was something drawing him to the man, calling to him through the darkness.
He nodded and stepped forward to take a seat at the dining table in the middle of the room. The man settled the tray on the table too, taking off one of the teacup's and placing it in front of Erron, before taking the other seat.
“I hope you don't mind, the tea will take a while to steep,” the man calmly claimed, placing his hand's on his lap and smiling at Erron. He tried to ignore the bile in his throat from how wrong the smile looked.
“Sorry. Didn't catch your name darlin',” he chose to say instead, trying to focus on anything but the sense of dread travelling down his spine.
“Oh, I do apologies, how rude of me,” the man replied, just barely tilting his head, the rest of his body rigid. “My name is Kuai Liang.”
Erron nodded, watching Kuai Liang intently. He barely moved, it didn't even look like he was breathing. It wasn't until Erron himself became aware of how much he was blinking that he realised the other man hadn't blinked once.
“Uh, so... You live here alone?” Erron suddenly blurted out while looking away. Something was wrong here, but at least right now Kuai Liang didn't seem to want to hurt him.
“I do, since my brothers passing,” Kuai replied, a hint of sadness actually lacing his voice and it was then Erron realise just how flat and emotionless the man had been. “It is nice to have a guest after so long.” Kuai's one hand twitched slightly. “You said you are a bounty hunter?”
“Yeah, y'know, bringin' in criminal's and all that.” Erron tried to focus on anything but Kuai Liang, but the way his hand kept twitching was distracting. “Just tonight I got unlucky. Hopefully they won't bother you though.” He'd added the last bit in case the possibility of unruly miscreants invading the house might upset his strange host.
Kuai's mouth quirked ever so slightly, “it would not bother me, though for their own sake, I hope they stay away.”
“What do you mean by that?” Erron drawled, all those warning bell's ringing in his head so loud he couldn't think of anything else.
“Hopefully, you won't find out,” Kuai chipperly replied, despite the vague threat in his words. “I think the tea is ready.” Indeed he reached for the teapot and carefully poured the liquid into Erron's cup, before going to pour some out for himself. Erron hesitated, not sure he should be drinking anything given to him by this man, but if Kuai was drinking the tea himself it had to be okay, right?
Before he could even reach for the cup, he heard what sounded like a door slamming, and several set's of footsteps before he heard the call of “we know you're in here Black!”
Erron's hand was at his gun in seconds, besides him, he heard a sigh and Kuai muttering “Oh dear.” Erron turned to look at him he heard the chair scrape against the floor and watched Kuai standing up. “I should go and deal with this.”
“What?” Erron questioned. Weird as he was, Kuai was completely unarmed and the thought of him going to face god knows how many Black Dragon member's was unnerving. “This is my mess, and you don't have a weapon.”
“This is my house, and you are my guest,” Kuai softly assured, before he glanced off to where he could hear the intruders slamming into things. “And they are unwanted here,” Kuai growled, the infliction so dark it didn't feel human.
Erron felt himself frozen in place as Kuai made his way past him towards where the Black Dragon had entered. He heard the Black Dragon demand to know where he is, hearing Kuai's speak too softly for him to make out what he was saying. Then there were gunshots.
Erron pulled his gun from his holster and went to rush to the doorway until he heard a cry of “what the fu-” cut off too soon by sudden screams. So much screaming that Erron felt himself go stiff once more. These weren't just screams of pain, but of absolute terror as well. Erron didn't want to know what the hell could cause the Black Dragon, of all people, to be so scared.
Just as suddenly as it had started, the screaming stopped. Nothing except a strange dripping sound could be heard now. Erron clenched his fist against his gun, unsure what to do. Then there were footsteps, sounding like they were coming towards him. He held the gun up, trying to ignore the way his hand was shaking, as a figured stepped into the doorway.
Stood there was Kuai Liang, now absolutely covered head to toe in blood. It stained his clothes and covered his hands, and there was splatter across his face.
And yet that was somehow less alarming that the fact he had several gunshot wounds in his chest, and seemed completely unfazed by it. Kuai's face was passive, but there was a manic look in his eyes. Erron might have been seeing things in his panic, but he swore to god the other man's eyes were glowing.
“I do apologies about that,” Kuai said, voice still as airy and light, as if he wasn't just standing in front of Erron with wounds that should have killed him and covered in the blood of other men. “It really is unpleasant business. Still, they should not be a bother to you anymore. Now, where were we?”
“What the hell are you?” Erron questioned, lowering his gun. Clearly even if he were to attack Kuai, it would have no effect.
Kuai actually giggled at that, “oh, I'm afraid I don't give away that kind of information on a first date.” Erron actually put his gun away as Kuai walked back into the kitchen taking his place back down at the table. He looked at Erron expectantly.
If Kuai wanted him dead, surely he'd have done it the second Erron walked through the door. It was clear he could do it. So Erron sat back down. “Y'say first date like I'm coming back here again.”
“I think you will,” Kuai replied, sounding sure of what he'd just said. “You be a little put off right now, given what has just happened, but your curiosity will get the better of you.” Kuai smiled, taking a sip of tea. “My door will always be open for you.”
“Alright... Well, why me?” Erron reluctantly drank his own tea. It didn't taste like any tea he'd had before, but it was pleasant enough. “Cause clearly you ain't human and you could kill me if you really wanted to.”
“I don't kill people I like.” Kuai smiled at him, an actual genuine one, not the creepy fake that had been given previously. Although Erron really had no idea what he'd done exactly that made Kuai like him. Given the state Kuai was in, being liked by the creature seemed to be a lot better than being disliked by him.
He stayed, drank his tea and told Kuai stories of his time Bounty hunting, the man seeming fascinated by the life that Erron lived. When he finally excused himself, he deliberately avoided exiting through where the corpses of the Black Dragon lay, not wanting to see exactly what Kuai could so easily have done to him.
And just a few days later, Erron would find that like Kuai had said, his curiosity indeed got the better of him. He needed to know just what Kuai was, just what he was doing living in that old house alone, why he had taken such a shine and interest in Erron.
And also as Kuai had claimed, he found the door was open and waiting for him.
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🍎Little Moments - Occupational Hazard
Pairings & Characters: Erron Black/Kuai Liang Length: 435 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Physical fights, Being held at gunpoint, Canon Typical Violence, Kuai “turned on by danger” Liang strikes again. Prompt: Damsel In Distress
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As he managed to knock out the last of the bandits attacking him, Erron heard the cocking of a gun. Turning quickly to the direction it came from, he found the leader with his arm around Kuai Liang's neck, and gun pointed against his temple.
“No more moves Black or your damsel in distress gets it,” the man hissed, rubbing the gun against Kuai's head.
“I'm not a damsel in distress,” Kuai muttered. Erron didn't want to argue with him, but he did look like he needed a rescue right at that moment. But looks could be deceiving, and he knew Kuai was just waiting for the right moment to strike back. He needed to help him get that moment.
“Now, now, this ain't got nothin' to do with my darlin' there,” Erron stated, putting his arms up in mock surrender. “We can settle this like men, don't you think?”
The Bandit Leader grinned, before he slowly lifted the gun away from Kuai's head and pointed it at Erron instead. “This is how I settle things, Black.”
Before he could even think about pulling the trigger, Kuai reached out for the arm and froze it. The Bandit yelped in surprise, even more so when he release his grip on Kuai enough for the Grandmaster to throw his head back into the man's face. He stumbled away, confused. He looked back up in time for the cryomancer's boot to his his face, sending him flying down onto the floor.
When the man didn't move again, Kuai turned back to Erron, hands on his hips and an unimpressed look on his face.
“Dating you is a occupational hazard.”
“And yet you still are,” Erron quipped back, quickly giving Kuai the once over to make sure his darlin' wasn't injured.
“Yes, what does that say about me?” Kuai questioned. Erron was satisfied that aside from a few scrapes and bruises, Kuai hadn't gotten hurt.
“That you're a fool?” Erron teased, and Kuai looked at him like he wanted to slap him across the face.
And then Kuai was leaning in, lips against Erron's ear as he whispered “A fool who knows exactly how you like it.”
Erron hummed, he could always count on Kuai Liang to think dangerous situations were a form of foreplay. “My place or yours darlin'?”
“Yours is closer,” Kuai claimed, hooking his arm into Erron's and gently dragging him along. Erron didn't complain, he liked when Kuai took control. They didn't even look back at the bandits, no longer a thought in either of their heads.
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🎧Song Inspired Shorts - When You Were Young
Pairing: Erron Black/Kuai Liang Length: 1056 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Modern AU, Alcohol, Drinking to drown sorrows, Bad marriage, Bad breakup, Divorce, Reference to adultery/cheating, Implied emotional abuse, Flirting, Bad self-esteem, Reference to one night stand, Erron is a gentleman and Kuai deserves one, Kuai’s ex-husband is left unnamed (put whoever you want in that spot) Song: When You Were Young - The Killers
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You sit there in your heartache, Waiting on some beautiful boy to, To save you from your old ways, You play forgiveness, Watch it now, here he comes, He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, But he talks like a gentlemen, Like you imagined when you were young
"Could I get another glass of wine, please?"
The bartender nodded, taking the empty glass in front of him, before turning away to grab another. Kuai wasn't normally a drinker. He especially wasn't the sort of person to drink when he was upset, but he just needed something to take away the edge. He glanced down to his ring finger, the indents from where his wedding band used to be still visible in his skin.
It should have been a relief really. He'd hastily agreed to marriage when he was only 20 years old, and while he and his husband had been together 25 years, over that time, the love they'd once had died along the way. They had been arguing constantly. Kuai, of course, was always wrong, at least according to his ex. He never did anything right. There always seemed to be something to criticise. His cooking, his appearance, his work. Kuai had stuck it out, some part of him hopeful he could one day, do something that made his ex remember why they got married.
That was all flushed away when Kuai came home early one day to find his husband in bed with someone else.
Oh, it should have been a relief to have the divorce finalised and be away from that mess. But he wasn't. He knew it was stupid, mourning for something so awful and someone who had treated him so terribly. He wasn't sure what he was grieving the loss of really, his husband, the relationship or the 25 years of his life.
The bartender placed the wine in front of him, Kuai gave him an appreciative smile before handing over the money he owed. He took a sip, still miserable but the warmth he felt slide down his throat was comforting. He was starting to see why people drank when they were sad.
"You are awfully pretty to be sat up here alone, Darlin'."
Kuai blinked at the sudden voice. Initially he believed he'd just overheard someone else's conversation. Until a man in a cowboy hat sat down on the seat next to him, leaning on the bar. Kuai glanced around, even as the man stared directly at him. He can't be talking to me, surely?
"I... am?" He slowly questioned, trying to get a closer look at this mysterious stranger. Short brown hair, a little stubble, wearing a blue shirt and brown waistcoat. The hat was throwing Kuai off a little, but otherwise he wasn't bad looking. Handsome even, despite not being Kuai's usual type. Maybe that was a good thing.
"I say so," the man spoke, southern drawl becoming obvious. "What's got you so down gorgeous?"
Kuai felt his cheeks begin to heat up. It had been a while since anyone had called him something like that. And sure maybe this man was just trying to sweet talk his way into a quick fuck, but even if he was, it was nice to be wanted for even just that. In that moment, he was starved of affection, and scared the news of a recent divorce would scare off this handsome man. Yet he couldn't think of a lie to tell.
"I finalised my divorce today," Kuai explained, fully expecting his companion to flee. To his surprise, he didn't, just gave Kuai a sympathetic look.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that," the man replied, slowly slipping off his hat. Maybe it was the wine, but for some reason the action made Kuai swoon just a little. "How long were you married for?"
"25 years," Kuai said, "I was only 20 when we married."
"Damn," The man muttered, a small smirk crossing his face. "And here was me thinkin' you were 21."
Kuai spluttered on a mouthful of his wine, face going red both from choking on his drink and the flattery. His airways clear he giggled slightly as he said "oh please!" The man began to grin, clearly satisfied with the reaction. "I'm just a sad old man."
"Hm, sad, maybe," he replied, brushing his hair from his eyes as he did. "Old? Well I got 5 years on you there, darlin'"
"Really?" Kuai couldn't believe the man in front of him was 50. He looked late thirties at most. "You're looking good for it."
"Why thank you." The man reached forward brushing some of Kuai's hair from his face. "But I reckon I don't look anywhere near half as good as you do."
Kuai covered his eyes with his hand as he silently laughed. He was sure he looked quite the picture, he could feel the heat that had been in his cheeks spreading right up to his ears. His smile so wide he knew his teeth were showing. He looked over at the man again. No, he wasn't Kuai's usual type, but he talked like a gentleman, and that was exactly what Kuai needed to save him from his heartbreak.
"My name's Kuai Liang," he finally offered, finishing off the last of his wine.
"Erron," was the reply he got. Erron tilted his head, "so, y'think I can keep that smile on your face if I offer to buy you another drink?"
"It's worth a shot." Kuai smiled as Erron called the bartender over to get in a fresh order of drinks.
Several drinks later, and Kuai found himself out in the cold street, shivering as Erron gently placed his jacket over Kuai's shoulders. Ever the gentleman, Erron walked him home, letting Kuai cling to his arm for stabilisation. The idea this was leading to a one night stand was proven wrong, when Erron declined Kuai's offer to come inside, opting instead to just kiss Kuai on the cheek and pass him a small note.
As he stumbled into his house, he couldn't help feel a little rejected. Until he fell down on his couch, remembering the note he'd been given. Kuai smiled, as the message read "Next time darlin', I'll buy you more than a drink" followed by what Kuai could only assume was Erron's phone number.
He slumped back on the couch, grin on his face as sleep came to claim him.
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🎧Song Inspired Shorts - Mirrors
Pairing & Characters: Erron Black/Kuai Liang Length: 619 words Rating: Mature Content/Warnings: Modern AU, Blood/Nose Bleed, Broken Nose, Physical fights Song: Mirrors - Envy On The Coast
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Dear Miss White, Put down this night, You wouldn't believe how much it snows, In the summer heat, With red iron feet, You'll be nursing a bloody nose!
Kuai stumbled slightly as he pushed away from Erron. Clinging to the counter of the clubs toilet. Erron could only watch as Kuai's shaking hand reached to touch the torrent of blood that was pouring from his nose. He stared at his bloody hand for a few seconds before going to touch the area he had been punched, immediately hissing and wincing when he did.
“It's probably broken, y'know?” Erron knew from the glare that he received that his comment was seen as unneeded. “Just sayin'.”
“Yeah well if you hadn't run your mouth it most likely wouldn't be broken,” Kuai spat back, wiping some of the blood away only for it to be very quickly replaced by more. Kuai made a frustrated sigh as he once again tried to wipe the blood away, but it once again did very little.
Erron ducked into one of the stalls, tearing off some toilet paper and wadding it into a ball. He stepped back out and handed it to Kuai, who despite still seeming frustrated by the incident gave him a grateful look.
“Did warn you when we first got together that I can't be your prince,” Erron said with a shrug, I ain't no saviour, I ain't no saint, earning a sarcastic laugh from Kuai.
“You know damn well that's not what I need anyway.” he briefly removed the tissue from his nose, grimacing as he looked in the mirror and most likely realising that he would probably be bleeding for at least another hour. “Ugh, how do I even have this much blood?”
“You realise we're gonna have to try and get outta here while avoiding them, right?” Usually, he wouldn't care. Those fuckers wanted to rumble? He'd give them a fight to fucking remember. Kuai was ever the pacifistic, but Erron had seen that the man could and would defend himself if needed.
It was just unfortunate that when Erron was having a verbal bitch fight with the leader of the little posse that had started this shit, that one of the others decided to take their displeasure out on Kuai when neither of them expected it. Erron had just grabbed Kuai and ran, loosing the guys in the chaos of the club and managing to slip into the bathroom. But he knew they were still out there, waiting for them to re-emerge, and Erron really didn't like the idea of them ganging up on his already injured lover. Yes Kuai could defend himself, but even so...
“I suppose we could try climb out the window,” Kuai suggested, gesturing to the small open one just about the sinks. Erron stared it for a few seconds, Kuai was definitely small enough to fit and he might be able to just squeeze through if he sucked in his stomach. “What do you think?”
“It's worth a try,” Erron confirmed, “Might want to be quick about it however, think those guys are gonna figure out where we are soon.”
Kuai nodded, removing the tissue from his nose again and groaning slightly when the blood was still coming, granted it had started to slow down at least a little. “God, I look a mess.”
“You look as handsome as ever,” Erron assured him, wrapping an arm around Kuai's waist and planting a gentle kiss between his eyebrows. He pulled back with a mischievous grin, “Gotta admit though, you look really hot covered in blood.”
“Yeah, well, shame it's my own blood,” Kuai shot back with a wry smile. He threw the tissue in the bin, before turning towards where the window was and frowning up at it. “Shall we?”
“After you darlin'.”
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🍎Little Moments - Are You Coming?
Pairing: Erron Black/Kuai Liang Length: 317 Words Rating: General Warnings: Idk? Following someone in the hopes of catching up with them? This is really tame tbh Prompt: Going my way?
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When Erron spotted a blue headband in the crowd, he knew who it belonged to. Knew who it belonged to and knew he had to try and catch up to them. He couldn't do it in a way that made it look like he'd followed the other man however, he knew the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei wouldn't appreciate it.
He ducked down a side street, embarrassed to admit he was running in an attempt to get ahead of Sub Zero. He gingerly stuck his head out of the street, Sub Zero was leisurely walking his way. Erron waited until Sub Zero was close enough, before stepping out and accidentally bumping into the ice man.
“Well, Well, lookie what I walked into,” He said as casually as he could, tilting his hat slightly up to get a clear look at the cyromancer's face. He looked amused by something. Erron jerked his head in the direction that Sub Zero had been walking. “You goin' my way, darlin'?”
“Smooth.” Sub Zero's eyebrows raised slightly as he talked. “I'd almost believe this was just a coincidence.”
Eh, Shit. Sub Zero was obviously a lot more observant than Erron had given him credit for. Although now that Erron thought about it, of course the leader of a group of assassins would notice everything.
Sub Zero chuckled slightly before starting to walk off the direction he was going. Erron sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. When he looked back up, expecting to see Sub Zero walking off from him, the man was stood turned around to face him with an eyebrow raised.
“Well? Are you coming?”
It took Erron a couple of seconds to realise what was said to him, and when it finally sunk in, he let out a nervous laugh before briskly making his way over.
“Course I am darlin'. Just lead the way.”
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