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CHAPTER FIVE : I don’t want to know more about you. (But I want to…)

-> Ao3 link is here.

-> Chapter Four link is here.

Pairing : Sub-Zero / Bi-Han x Reader

Summary : Nearly a month has passed since you first joined the Lin Kuei, and as you spend time with Bi-Han, you started to realize some things about him and also about yourself.

15 years ago…

“May I join you too?”

It had been a few months since you turned eight, and there were a few other kids close to your age in the clan. When you weren’t undergoing martial arts training, you still attended noble womanly pursuits, as deemed by your father. The time you could spend by yourself was so limited that, at times fatigue seemed to permeate every moment.

Fortunately, there was an exception today. Your teacher, responsible for teaching etiquette, fell ill. Upon discovering that your afternoon would be unoccupied, you pondered how to fill the empty space. The last time you had such wide-open time, the wound in your throat had yet to heal. You spent those days in your room, drawing pictures, reading books your mother brought you, and indulging in the very activity your father despised the most: daydreaming.

Your father was a man who was firmly attached to a sense of reality. He was an idealist, he believed in reality, not dreams. He always talked about how daydreaming distorts the perception of reality, disconnects from goals and leads to the wrong path, so he never wanted any of his children to dream.

However, since your powers were discovered, you were left alone and as you relied more on your umbrakinesis, this isolation also fueled your imagination. Reality often brought pain, while in your own dream world, you felt safer and happier. No one could harm you there, everything followed your control and will.

But since your father changed his mind and decided that you should take martial art training with the others, you haven’t even had time to think properly, let alone dream. The moment your head touched the pillow, you were falling into a deep sleep. You couldn’t even have your nightmares as usual because of the fatigue. The rigorous training left you so physically exhausted that not even your subconscious could conjure the haunting visions that usually plagued your sleep.

It had been two and a half years since the wound on your throat had healed. Given the intense pace of the past two and a half years, it was quite normal for you to feel stunned now, unsure of what to do.

As three children argued about who should be the next “it,” all turned their heads, looking at you with distant eyes when you posed the question.

Unsettled by the prolonged silence, you attempted to ease the tension with a friendly smile. Being the grandmaster’s daughter had always created a distance between you and others in the clan. Here was no exception.

“I suppose you’re playing hide and seek. I really like this game!” you exclaimed cheerfully. The tallest boy among them—Wang, you recalled—squinted his eyes suspiciously and crossed his arms.

“Wherever the shadows touch, you will find us immediately. How do we know if you’re going to cheat or not?” he questioned.

“Yes!” added another. “We can’t trust you!’’

Panic immediately entered your voice.

‘’No, no! I wouldn’t do that. I promise you! My mother has always advised me to be on the side of honesty.”

As the silence lingered once again, a familiar sense of discomfort and exclusion enveloped you. When would you truly become a part of the clan? The first time you vocalized this thought to your mother, she grew angry, instructing you to banish such ideas. In her eyes, you already held a respectable place as the grandmaster’s daughter. Yet, both of you acknowledged the truth—the assassination attempt being the clearest example.

“Let’s let her play the first round. If we see you cheating, you can’t play with us, okay?” the last boy spoke, taking charge in a way that indicated he was the leader of this small group.

The chance given to you filled your heart with excitement and happiness, a broad smile adorning your face. It felt unexpectedly easy. In the past, with your brothers you’d beg to be part of the game, enduring insults, hair-pulling, and tripping that left you bleeding. However, you had outgrown such pleas, tired of the mistreatment.

“All right! Shall I start counting?” you said, eager to begin.

“Put your face against that oak tree,” the leader directed, pointing to the sizable trunk nearby. “We can’t afford for you to peek.”

Nodding eagerly, you placed your hands against the rough bark of the tree, burying your head between them. Your cheeks turned a rosy hue with anticipation as you felt the rough texture beneath your fingers.

“Count to thirty!”

As you counted aloud, the distant echoes of footsteps retreated on the dew-kissed grass. When you reached thirty, you excitedly turned around, carefully observing the surroundings. Despite the bright weather and the sun overhead, the residual chill in the air left it a bit muddy, marking the arrival of spring.

Moving forward with small, cautious steps, you searched every bush, tree, and nook and cranny in your field of vision, being careful not to make too much noise and disturb the serene atmosphere.

“(y/n), what are you doing?”

At the unexpected sound of your father’s deep, resonant voice you froze in place. Fear misfired through your heart, giving you the strength to turn around and face him. He stood a little away, observing you with his usual cold gaze. Although accustomed to that look, his power over you was evident. Your father’s imposing presence always scared you, making you nervous and timid.

It seemed the only way to please him was to stand next to him, as if you were a trinket without breathing.

“I-I was playing hide and seek.” you said in a voice that was barely audible. When your father’s eyebrows furrowed against your answer, it felt like your heart might stop beating right there.

“What happened to today’s lesson?” As your father approached, his presence seemed to crush the world around you. Unable to answer, your lower jaw trembled with fear, and your tongue felt heavy inside your mouth. His dominant presence often did more than physical force.

He never raised a hand to you, but his words were as sharp as a knife, and his heavy, dominating aura weighed on you. When he stood right on top of you, you tilted your head back, trying not to tremble under his imposing size. Showing fear was another thing he detested, a sign of weakness.

“I asked you a question, girl.”

“I found out that Mrs. Cheng has contracted pneumonia. When there was no lesson, I thought-”

“What did you think?” your father interjected. Although his voice sounded calm, the underlying rage made you tremble. “How many times do I have to repeat this to get it into that thick little head of yours; you don’t have time for this kind of nonsense. You’re not anyone’s daughter. Don’t embarrass me and our clan any more and go back to your studies.”

While your father practically pinned you with his eyes, the rustling bushes behind you revealed the children who were hiding. As your father humiliated you in front of them, your cheeks flushed with shame, and your eyes shone with tears that you resisted not to shed. Clenching your small fists, you bowed your head to hide your tears.

“Very well, sir.” you muttered in a bitter voice.

With a sigh, your father said, “Fall in front of me.” Obliged to obey, you started walking along the path to the temple. Though you felt the children’s eyes watching you and heard their whispers, you avoided looking at them due to your shame.

As the temple came into view, you saw your older and middle brothers, one year apart, laughing and pointing fingers at you. The pain in your heart surged, and you made a great effort not to cry. The distance with your brothers and the clan seemed insurmountable. Even if you managed to get closer, somehow they were still moving away from you. Swallowing hard, you swore at that very moment.

You were going to prove yourself to everyone in the clan, especially your father.

No matter what happens.

Today…

You were nervous.

It was the first letter you were going to send to your brother since you came to Lin Kuei. In the letter, you didn’t mention being poisoned and almost coming back from death. The first reason for this was to prevent your brother from starting a war when you had not yet gathered useful information. The second reason was that you didn’t want him to humiliate you for not noticing the poison.

So, without touching on the subject at the moment, you talked about your new life here and the closeness you had begun to establish with the clan members. Especially with Bi-Han, you started to communicate even if it was a little. Your conversations usually revolved around the books he brought you from his mother’s library, which you were forbidden to enter. Surprisingly, Bi-Han had read most of them, maintaining a secretive attitude but not holding back from making a few comments.

He was busy, spending almost all of his day taking care of the affairs of his clan. Even if you only saw him at meals, it made it difficult to further the small communication you had established with him.

Aside from that, it was much easier for you to get along with the others compared to Bi-Han. The only exception was Frost. The woman was as inaccessible as an ice castle, vowing not to talk to you. She was ranked in the top five among the most talented and successful warriors in the clan, and having her assigned as your bodyguard frustrated both her and you. You tried to initiate a dialogue with her more than once to make it feel less like a duty, but the constant surveillance was starting to infuriate you. As long as this situation continued, gathering information about Lin Kuei would be challenging.

Everything you’d learned so far was superficial. Forbidden from entering the archive, the only way to go unnoticed was to use your powers. To do this, you had to create the appropriate moment, but doubts lingered. Ninjas patrolling and Bi-Han lingered into the late hours of the night. A few nights ago, you observed Cyrax walking around with other ninjas.

After adding the last lines to your letter, you created a crow out of the shadows. The only shining place on the crow, standing in a black state, was its beady eyes, having the same eye color as yours. Stroking the crow’s head and under its chin, you inhaled deeply.

You could already anticipate the response your brother would send, filled with humiliation and pressure to accelerate your progress. But Bi-Han was a unique individual, different from anyone you knew, carrying a bit of each of them but forming a distinct persona.

He was bound by traditions, his clan was more important to him than anything else, maybe even more than himself. Perhaps the woman who poisoned you was genuinely innocent, but even that couldn’t be fully proven. Bi-Han considered eliminating her a reasonable option. Whether he liked it or not, you were his wife now, and you represented Lin Kuei. Everything done to you was directly related to him.

This fact bothered you more than the invasion of your privacy in recent days. You accepted this mission knowing the consequences, but facing the truth turned out differently than you hoped. On the other hand, your mother had always instilled in you from childhood that there is hope in every despair. Maybe it was a sign for you to look at ways to turn this situation in your favor. If you could find a way to take the reins into your own hands, who knows, maybe you could even change the course.

Folding the letter you had written, you stamped your seal on it and handed it to the crow’s beak to carry. Then, with a graceful movement of the wrist, you created a portal in the middle of the room, again from the shadows, commanding the crow with a nod to pass into it.

The crow quietly passed right through the portal after a few flaps of its wings and disappeared out of sight, and the portal disappeared on its own right behind him with its departure.

You stood up with another deep breath. It was about to come to dinner, and when you left your room to go to the table before the others, two ninjas waiting outside the door moved with you.

Since you learned about the temple’s layout, it took you only a few minutes to find the dining room now. When you got to the room, one of the ninjas opened the sliding door for you, and after you entered, they waited outside the room, closing the door behind you.

When you noticed Sektor inside, except for you, you said, ‘‘Good evening.’’ Sektor responded in the same way by making a small greeting with his head.

‘’You’re early today.’’

‘’I’m going on a mission to America tomorrow. That’s why I finished my work early,’’ said Sektor, collapsing into his usual chair. And when you took your place at the head of the table next to Bi-Han, you took a small sip of the water placed in the glass in front of you.

After what happened, you hesitated once or twice about touching something to your mouth, but after seeing the protection provided to you and the precautions taken, this hesitation disappeared in a very short time.

While the water refreshed you and slowly calmed the tension you were feeling because of the letter, you quietly studied Sektor. He had a strong physique like every other warrior in the clan. His long black hair was always massed in a tight ponytail, and his beard was neatly shaved.

You had limited information about him. He wasn’t much of a talker compared to the others; he had a tough stance and judgmental looks, much like Bi-Han. You had heard how fast and ruthless he was when fighting while the members around him were talking among themselves. One of the people Bi-Han trusted the most was Sektor, without a doubt.

‘’How do you feel? You seem to have recovered quite a bit since the last time I saw you.’’

“I am being well taken care of, thank you,” you said with a smile that you hoped seemed convincing. Although most of the clan still viewed you as an outsider, an extension of the enemy clan, you couldn’t ignore the care shown for your health and safety.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

‘’Do you think that woman was innocent?’’ you asked at once.

“What made you think of that question?” Sektor raised one of his black eyebrows, looking at you with a questioning expression. You took another sip of your water before answering, keeping your gaze expressionless.

“Tomas was with me that day, and the woman told him that if he wanted to drink tea, she could bring a cup. I honestly don’t think she would have made such an offer if she had known that there really was poison in it. I may be a stranger to you, but Tomas is one of you, and on top of that, Bi-Han’s brother.’’

‘’You are also his wife,’’ Sektor said, voicing the simple truth.

‘’Yes, but many of you have not yet been able to accept this fact.’’

“Ginger has a pungent smell, a logical material that can be used to make it difficult for you to choose the poison.’’

‘’Still, I really don’t think she’s the one who planned this. Is it right that it was decided to kill her before this was clarified?’’

Sektor, leaning back in his chair, drew a breath so loud that you could hear it. He put his own glass between his fingers, looking into the it with thoughtful eyes.

‘’Our clan is strictly bound by traditions, so the punishments used to be heavier. As a penalty for certain crimes, not only the person but also their entire family was sentenced to death along with them. In the event of an assassination attempt against you, it does not matter whether this person is innocent or not; the fact that they took part in this act is considered quite sufficient reason for their murder.’’ He went on, taking a sip of his water just like you.

‘‘My respect and loyalty to Bi-Han are absolute. After the death of his father, he made great innovations to move the clan forward. But sometimes he can succumb to his anger, and at those moments, even if we try to give him common sense as council members, he won’t hear anyone. It is impossible to change his mind when he makes a decision.’’

‘’Then what does it matter to the council if he is doing what he knows in the end?’’

From the way you asked the question, it was clear that you were really curious about the answer and trying to decipher the dynamic between them. A small smile appeared on Sektor’s face.

“Bi-Han can get angry easily, but he knows his responsibilities better than anyone. He is very strong-willed to fulfill them. Exceptions do not break the pedestal.’’

‘’So you’re saying that under all his scary appearance, he’s reasonable as long as we don’t touch a sore point?’’

‘’Isn’t it just like everybody?’’ Sektor said, the smile on his face widening a little more. ‘’I’m going to tell you a secret, like you, I think the woman is innocent. She doesn’t know who’s behind this.’’ When he said these things, he had made his voice too quiet for those outside to hear. You asked curiously.

‘‘How can you speak so confidently?’’

‘’I was present during the interrogation, and it became evident from the woman’s body language and speech that she had no knowledge of the situation.’’

‘‘And what is the secret part of it?’’

‘’The woman is alive.” Sektor left the glass in his hand on the table, leaned his chin on his clasped hands, and while he continued to talk to you without breaking eye contact, he maintained a dominant presence that held your attention.

‘’How so? Did you disobey Bi-Han’s orders?’’

‘’Partly. To be more precise, I can say I saved the life of an innocent person by taking her away from here.’’

’‘Oh.’’ You sat back, not knowing what to say. ‘’And why did you share this with me? You don’t even trust me.’’

‘’True, but I want to try. After all, you are part of this clan. Trust won’t build on its own, and I believe we need to start somewhere for this.’’

‘’So you’re extending an olive branch, are you?’’

As footsteps, signaling the arrival of others, began echoing in the corridor, Sektor muttered his final words before the doors swung open.

“There is no war between you and me, (y/n). It is true that you are a foreigner, but it is entirely up to you to change this fact.’’

As soon as Sektor concluded his words, the grand doors on both sides of the room swung open wide, revealing the entrance of the clan members. In particular, Bi-Han and the others streamed in with an air of authority. Simultaneously, a dozen helpers, deftly carrying trays of steaming, delectable dishes, entered through the opposite door.

The delicious smell of the feast filled the room, making you more aware of the tempting dishes arranged on the table. As the culinary delights were displayed, your hunger in contrast to the stress you’ve felt since composing a letter in your room, became more noticeable.

While quietly calculating which dish to choose first, you caught Bi-Han’s questioning gaze. He sat down on the chair next to you and asked in his usual cold, deep voice.

‘’What are you doing?’’

Although your cheeks turned pink due to the slight embarrassment of being caught, you didn’t let yourself down. You gently cleared your throat and threw your hair over your shoulder.

‘’They all look perfect. I was trying to decide which one to start first, but I’m having a hard time.’’

Tomas chuckled at your response from the other end of the table.

“I advise you to start with sweet-sour pork. The taste is absolutely legendary.’’

‘’You should taste the spring rolls too. I'm sure you'll like it.’’ Suggested Kuai Liang. He offered you a spring roll with chopsticks, surprising you with his gentlemanliness. Such approaches were rare in your own house, leaving you occasionally disoriented.

‘’She has arms, she can reach her own,’’ grumbled Bi-Han as he filled his plate with food, but no one paid much attention.

‘’Guys, you are all misguiding her. What you really need to try is Peking duck,’’ insisted Cyrax, pointing with his chopsticks to the dish he mentioned. Your cheeks warmed under the attention, marking the first time you didn’t feel truly uncomfortable with it. The interest and relevance they showed unexpectedly warmed your heart.

As everyone chatted and filled their plates, Bi-Han subtly added some tofu to yours without anyone noticing. When you stared at him in surprise, he looked ahead, almost pretending he hadn’t done it, assuming a guarded stance as if suggesting you do the same.

With the surprise lingering on your face, you decided to try the tofu first, popping one into your mouth. The taste was spicier and more bitter than expected, making you express your surprise. Bi-Han, despite taking care of his own food, watched your reaction out of the corner of his eye. You carefully wiped your mouth with a napkin, in case anything was smeared.

‘‘It’s quite hot,’’ you admitted. ‘’Very spicy.’’

‘’The dish you’re eating is called Mapo Tofu. Is it never made in your clan?’’ inquired Bi-Han, now fully attentive and curious about your answer.

‘’This kind of food isn’t cooked in our clan because my father doesn’t like spicy dishes. So, I can’t say it’s a taste I’m familiar with. I’m surprised that you like it too, frankly.’’

“Why?” Bi-Han focused on you, curiosity evident on his face. ‘’If you’re going to attribute it to the fact I’m a cryomancer-‘’

‘’But isn’t it surprising?’’ you interrupted with a small chuckle.

“No.’’

‘’The tofu I just ate was as hot as if it had come out of the dragon’s mouth. You can even spray fire with a few of them.’’

‘’That’s because your taste buds aren’t used to it. Also, according to your illogical understanding, then I should be enjoying tasteless and cold dishes that contain no spices.’’

In an attempt to stifle the laughter welling up inside you, you reached for your refilled water glass and took a substantial sip. The ongoing banter, much like the one Bi-Han had criticized a few days ago when he deemed your stargazing childish, mirrored the very judgment he had passed. However, this time, you opted to continue the conversation rather than shutting it down. It marked the lengthiest exchange Bi-Han had engaged in without sarcasm since your arrival.

‘’Yes, all these things you’re counting also align with your character,’’ you affirmed. Despite Bi-Han’s automatic frown, you maintained a calm, friendly tone without yielding. “Although, on second thought, you’re right; there must be something that feeds your mood. Am I wrong?’’

Before Bi-Han could respond, laughter erupted from Kuai Liang across the table. Tomas, Cyrax, and even Sektor, less overtly, stifled their amusement. Observing their reactions, Bi-Han emitted an irritated growl.

‘‘What the hell are you all looking at? Eat your damn food.’’

A muffled laugh rippled through them, and as Bi-Han exhaled a deep breath of icy smoke, the others refocused on their meals, avoiding further provocation.

The room, adorned with hanging lights casting a warm, soft glow, emanated a tranquil ambiance. A calm conversation filled the space, punctuated by occasional questions that allowed you to participate. Listening to their daily routines and being part of the camaraderie reignited an ache in your heart.

In your own house, women, including yourself and your mother, were barred from active participation in conversations between your father, clan elders and even your siblings. Speaking was deemed great rudeness, and until today, you had adhered to quietly eating your meals and waiting until they concluded. Now, the opposite experience left you offering brief answers, apprehensive of overstepping unfamiliar boundaries.

Fortunately, no one probed into the evasive responses, likely attributing it to lingering shyness. It wasn’t precisely a falsehood, but the unfamiliarity of this environment left you unsure of where the boundaries started and ended, instilling a fear of making mistakes.

‘‘(y/n),’’ Bi-Han’s hoarse voice interrupted your musings. Meeting his gaze, you wondered about the reason for his summons. ‘’Walk with me a little after you’ve finished your dinner.’’

Choosing not to question the motive, you simply responded, ‘’Of course.’’

Half an hour passed, and when the fruit service concluded, Sektor rose first from the table. Cyrax followed about ten minutes later, prompting Bi-Han to stand and signal for you to do the same with a nod. As you left the room after exchanging a ‘goodnight’ with a smile, the two remaining brothers glanced at you with curiosity and questioning expressions.

One of the two ninjas tasked with protecting you handed you a coat as you walked out the door. Surprised by this, Bi-Han caught the expression on your face while you quietly put on the coat that was handed to you and explained.

‘’I asked for the coat to be brought. It’s colder outside than last night.’’

‘’I thought you couldn’t feel the cold.’’

‘’It is so.’’ Bi-Han said simply. The fact that he did not take his intense gaze off you for a moment while saying this did something strange to your heart. You felt the cold like everyone else, but you were trained to be resilient to all kinds of bad conditions and negativity. Although you could tolerate the bitter cold up to a point, there was no need for Bi-Han not to know this fact. And you also liked the unexpected gesture, no matter how much you wanted to deny it.

Fortunately, Bi-Han quickly returned to his usual arrogant mood, making it easier for you to get rid of unwanted feelings.

“After all, birds can’t survive in winter.’’

‘’I’m sure there are a few survival tricks in them that they know.’’ You said, lifting your chin slightly to get a better view of him. Bi-Han’s eyes narrowed in a way that showed he was having fun.

‘‘We’ll see about that.’’

Bi-Han, walking in front, led you from the back terrace into the garden. The cold evening air took away all the warmth from your face, which was warmed inside. The air was fresh and the sky was clear. Since there were not many people walking around, it was calm and quiet. When you arrived almost running to catch up with Bi-Han’s wide steps, you curiously expressed the question you wanted to ask all along.

‘‘Why did you call me over?’’

‘’To talk.’’

‘’To talk?’’

‘’Do you want me to spell it out for you to understand, too?’’

You frowned at his sarcastic reply.

‘‘You could have talked to me at the table, too.’’

During your argument, when Bi-Han slowed down his steps so that you could catch up with him, you started walking next to him. A few seconds passed, and when you realized that Bi-Han would not answer you with a prolonged silence, you sighed, ‘’What do you want to talk about?’’ You asked.

With the question, Bi-Han’s hard, illegible gaze found yours.

‘‘About your family.’’ His brown eyes, very dark in the moonlight, went down to the scar hidden by your turtleneck sweater. Even though he couldn’t see it, you moved restlessly where you were, because it bothered you that he knew where the scar was. ‘‘And your past.’’ Bi-Han said after a while.

“And why should I do that? There is no reason for me to open my private life to you.”

“You are my wife, so it is important that I know everything about you.”

“Oh, really? Then how about it being mutual, grandmaster?” You used a sarcastic tone against him, echoing the attitude he displayed towards you a little while ago. “If you want to exchange information, you should also reveal something about yourself. It can’t be one-sided.”

“You know I wouldn’t do that.” Bi-Han stopped walking. While you couldn’t discern exact anger, his tone hinted at displeasure with the conversation’s direction. It made you smile at least he was beginning to understand that you wouldn’t comply with everything he said.

“Then you may suppose that this conversation is over.” You stated it in a polite but clear tone. Without waiting for Bi-Han to resume walking, you heard him talking behind you as you started walking ahead.

“What do you want to know?”

“There, if you keep on answering like that—wait a minute, what?”

Turning on your heels, you stared with big eyes at Bi-Han, who was standing a little further away, with a confused expression that showed you weren’t sure you had heard correctly.

“What do you want to know?” said Bi-Han calmly, repeating his question. He covered the distance in two big steps, and when he stood in front of you, you tilted your head back slightly and looked at him.

Normally, his hair would have come out of its bun, tufts disheveled and scattered due to the workouts and studies he did during the day. However, at the moment, it caught your attention that it was standing properly, as if he had just collected it. When you caught the smell of soap rising slightly from him, you realized that he had just been washed. He probably should have gone to the hot springs before he came to dinner.

The places where the moonlight touched his face softened his expression with a silvery light, while his shadowed lines were hard and angular. It must have been a cruel trick of fate for such a cold and arrogant man to be blessed with a handsome face.

“Have you always wanted to have this title?” You said, averting your gaze from his eyes, which were surrounded by long black lashes.

“Yes, I’ve been trained for this all my life.”

“It doesn’t seem like an easy life.”

“Success, as I see it, involves the sacrifices we’re willing to make. I grew up knowing that one day, I’d have this title, and I accepted that reality.”

You responded thoughtfully.

“I can imagine it’s a difficult path. Do you believe you make a good leader?”

The unexpected question caught Bi-Han off guard, prompting him to pause and study your face with furrowed brows. As you two continued walking, the snow crunched beneath your steps, your breath visible in the cold air, forming a mist. The temperature dropped further, the chilly air biting at your cheeks and nose.

“Are you making an insinuation?”

“No, I really wonder what you’re thinking.”

Bi-Han’s gaze was aimed at a distant point rather than at you. His face was again darkened with an expression that you could not read.

“I can’t answer that question, but I know what kind of leader I don’t want to be,” he said. His voice was unexpectedly honest. When you were standing in front of a snow-covered bench together, Bi-Han melted the snow with just a hand gesture, leaving it dry enough to sit on.

“My father has always remained closed to innovations throughout his rule of the clan. While technology was advancing every day, he was determined to cling to the traditional ways without adapting to the changes. However, history has shown us that those who do not adapt to innovation are always doomed to extinction. I want to do the right thing for my clan; we have the potential to achieve much more than it seems. Just being content with what is happening will lead to inevitable decline after a while.’’

“I don’t think you will experience such a thing,” you said in a polite voice, picking up where he left off. You were both seated at either end of the bench, with a space between you so decently marked that one person could comfortably enter. “Maybe I’ve been here for about a month, but I can see how much you put your clan at the forefront.”

“What kind of leader do you think I am?”

“Do you want an honest answer or-”

“Honest,” Bi-Han interrupted, not letting you continue your words. “Compared to most people here, you’re not afraid when you talk to me. That’s why I’m curious about your thoughts.”

It was true that you were not afraid because you did not exactly anger him. Unlike a segment that everyone is afraid of seeing and therefore makes sure not to even breathe in the same place as him, you haven’t seen the other side of him yet.

“I would say that you are an ambitious person. You are stubborn and determined, you can stand behind what you believe is right to the end. But at the same time, you are rude and arrogant, you do not allow people to express their own opinions. You intimidate them with fear.”

“I don’t need to hear their thought. I know what’s right better than they do.”

“It’s true that experience makes you different from them, but one of the important features of being a good leader is being able to listen to what others are saying. It’s not just listening, it’s communicating that’s the main thing. Fear is a compulsion, whereas respect is earned.” As your gaze turned to the ornamental pool in the distance, your next words poured from your lips as a whisper. “My father too could never decipher the difference between these two.”

Bi-Han looked at you silently with his chin resting on his clasped hands, leaning his elbows on his legs, which he had spread out from side to side. With this posture, his large, muscular body had shrunk a little, as if he was giving you space to talk more comfortably, trying to make himself look less threatening to you.

‘’What do you mean?’’

“Through fear, you can easily compel someone to obey you, but that person does not willingly open their heart, thoughts, or soul to you. Respect, on the other hand, is the admiration one feels for a person’s qualities, values, and achievements. Being with them gives you strength, they won’t hurt you, and you want to follow them wherever they go. My father was a tough man, and achieving the position of his right-hand man was considered a courageous task. That’s why they were constantly changing like the seasons, as no one wanted to be near him due to fear.’’

While discussing your past without delving into too many details, Bi-Han’s gaze was attentive, as if he was absorbing the most crucial fact of his life. To be more comfortable on the bench, you slightly turned your body to the side, leaning your back against the armrest, bringing your knees close enough to touch each other.

‘’It must have been hard for you.’’ Surprisingly, there was no usual condescending tone in Bi-Han’s voice, instead, it carried sincere understanding—an unexpected development for you.

‘’My mother was my greatest blessing. She was understanding, kind, and caring. In short, she possessed all the characteristics that my father did not have.’’ As your gaze shifted from the ornamental pool to the stars in the sky, your voice trembled with a longing you couldn’t suppress. ‘’I miss her.’’

At that moment, Bi-Han’s knee touched yours. His movement was so slight and imperceptible that, at first, you thought you were imagining it. However, the coolness emanating from him was too realistic to pretend otherwise.

“It seems mothers have always held a different place compared to fathers. My mother was a good person too. She was always a buffer between me and my old man.’’

Against his small consolation, the lump in your throat grew. Why did he start treating you like this? Everything would be easier if he kept acting as he did on the first night you got married. Instead of getting to know him, he should have remained a stranger, all these conversations and tiny gestures should not have happened. You’ve already opened up to even the slightest emotional warmth, and you couldn’t undermine the responsibility you felt towards your mission with your own hands. How would you face your brothers and your clan?

He’s your enemy.

When your brother’s voice hissed inside your mind like a poisonous snake, you quickly composed yourself and straightened your seat.

‘‘Sorry, but I’d better get inside. it’s getting pretty cold. Goodnight, grandmaster. Thank you for this little conversation.’’

Without giving Bi-Han a chance to say anything, you quickly got up from where you were sitting and started walking back towards the temple with brisk steps. All the while, you could feel Bi-Han’s burning gaze on you.

It’s a mission. You said to yourself. Keep your feelings out of your task.

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P.S : Their knees touched aaaaaaaaa :3

Tagging @mmeerraa ❤️

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the-red-siren · 5 months

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Do Not Disturb

TW: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Submissive Bi-Han if you squint, mating press, desk sex, breaking furniture, rough sex, fem genitals, afab reader, afab anatomy, vaginal sex, sex without a condom, dirty talk, submissive character, angry sex, rare smiling Bi-Han, cream pie, breeding kink, cock riding, needy Sub-Zero, degradation, pretty boy Bi-Han, large cock, office sex, Top Bi-Han, Top Sub-Zero, you get fucked and fucked HARD, the mask stays on, whiny Bi-Han, smut, shameless smut, porn, Not Beta Read, off camera aftercare

Simply put; railed into a desk by Bi-Han (Sub-Zero). I'm not gonna sugar-coat it.

And not to be Kung-Lao about it, but this fic is GOOD. (GIR voice) I made it myself!!

[written in Australian English]

Find the fic on AO3!

The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei rarely accepted visitors into his office, let alone ones that allowed themselves into his space without permission. The door was kept shut at all times and the interior was unbeknownst to almost everyone who wasn’t within the Grandmaster’s inner circle.

That being said, as you stared at the magnificent tapestry behind Bi-Han, you couldn’t help but think yourself one of the lucky few to see inside the Grandmasters inner chambers, gazing at the tapestry that had wonderous embroidery and exploded in colour as it told a story of his ancestors. And though the circumstances proved unorthodox to you being here, you couldn’t help but take in the details.

Well… as unorthodox as bouncing on one’s cock could get.

“Do you plan on wasting my time any further? Or is this as fast as you can go?”

You snapped out of your runaway train of thought and looked Bi-Han; your steady pace slowing down to teasing strokes of your pussy on his cock, a dazed stare in your eyes. A smirk ghosted your lips as you slowed your bouncing hips and rolled them teasingly; a muffled growl of warning huffed from behind his mask.

“Are we ‘needy’, Grandmaster?” you could feel every inch of his cock inside you as your hips rolled. Every vein, curve, from tip to base. Bi-Han filled you up nicely.

“I am never— hnngh~ — needy.” Your unexpected bounce drew a strained moan from Bi-Han as his breath heaved to compose himself.

You hummed in amusement, continuing your teasing. “I think my speed is acceptable as is. Don’t you agree?”

The permanent furrow on Bi-Han’s forehead somehow grew deeper. “Keep up the attitude and I’ll show you how to really pick up the pace.”

Your face contorted into one of consideration; getting fucked hard and fast but the Grandmaster wouldn’t be so bad, but you were enjoying your teasing far too much to give up just yet.

You hummed and lightly scratched the nape of Bi-Han’s neck whilst raising your hips higher to bounce back down, sighing at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls out nicely. There was a fluttering to the Grandmaster’s eyes as his head tipped back and his hands trailed from your hips to your thighs, lightly squeezing the soft muscle. You chose to slowly increase your tempo and tighten your arms around his shoulders as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, moaning lightly in huffs of air right into his ear.

Bi-Han’s eyes rolled back with the heavy slaps of your thighs on his and he bit his lip beneath his mask to hold back his moans. Your hole was wet and soft, warm and stretched open only for him. No one else could open you up as he could and he was slowly losing himself to the feeling. Your nails dug into his shoulders and with the mix of the sensation of your pussy fucking onto his cock, Bi-Han whined and dug his fingers deeper into your thighs.

You quickly back peddled and sat up, looking at Bi-Han with a shit-eating grin on your face as his eyes widened.

“Did you just—“

The Grandmaster thrust up into you to cut off your sentence with a cry, but the grin on your face didn’t leave.

“Gods,” you sighed, “you’re so — ahh~ — pathetic Bi-Han. So whiny and desperate to be topped—“

Your legs were forced to lock around Bi-Han’s waist as his fast movements lifted you up with him still inside you and slammed your back onto his desk. His pace was brutal and unrelenting, pounding your cunt with slick noises filling the room; his balls slapping against you and splashing your leaking fluids against all surfaces. Your cries and moans joined the crescendo of noise while Bi-Han stared at you with a cold fire in his eyes, his hair falling out in strands to frame his face.

“You dare belittle the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei??”

His tone was dark and aggressive, dripping in venom of his anger but twisted with lust. His clutch on your thighs was guaranteed to cause bruises on them, if not breaking skin with how hard he was gripping. Your jaw hung slack with your eyes swiftly glossed over from the way Bi-Han’s cock hit deep inside you; your thighs folding you in half to penetrate at a deeper angle.

“What?” He spat. “No snappy comeback? Too fucked from my cock pounding your pussy enough to fill you up with the next generation of recruits? You are the one who is pathetic here, not me.”

Your legs began to shake as your body trembled. Your moans rose an octave higher as your hands scrambled to find purchase with the desk rocking beneath you. In the disarray, your fingers snagged on the edges of Bi-Han’s mask and pulled it loose, allowing it to fall to the floor aimlessly.

You saw the Grandmaster’s face in all its lustful glory; his eyes still in that permanent furrow with his lips in a scowl, but there was a wicked gleam in his eyes with his flushed cheeks that twisted deep in your gut and lit something fierce inside you. You whimpered with a high-pitch tone and Bi-Han’s lips sneered at your state of being with a grim laugh bellowing from deep within him.

“Does the thought of you carrying my seed leave you craving more? I felt you tighten around me just now; you truly are a pathetic bitch.”

The feeling in your lower stomach heightened in intensity and you rolled your eyes with a cry. You tried to communicate your peak of pleasure, but the railing you were receiving was too intense for you to handle any form of basic communication. The Grandmaster was not stupid, however, and pieced things together with the way your body responded to his motions.

“You want to release yourself onto me? To reach the pinnacle of your climax and cum on my cock?” He gave that deep laugh again, pulling you impossibly closer towards him and shoving himself in further; the desk quaking underneath.

You nodded furiously, incapable of words except for high-pitched noises and groans.

A rare smile shone on Bi-Han’s face. “Then cum. Obey your Grandmaster.”

Your nails clawed into his skin, deep enough to draw blood on his shoulder blades. Your legs thundered dangerously and you felt your orgasm hit you intensely and you came screaming Bi-Han’s name, legs spreading outward due to muscle spasms and shaking uncontrollably all over. Your tight cunt was like a vice to Bi-Han’s cock and his eyes rolled with an almost-silent whimper as his thrusts began to falter, but he screwed his eyes shut and huffed, forcing himself to keep composed and keep fucking you through your orgasm.

Your screams died into strangled wails and pitiful moans with whimpers mixed into your already limited lack of vocabulary. There were tears lining your eyes as you blinked for clear sight to see Bi-Han with closed eyes and focused on chasing his high.

“B…Bi-Han…” your words were so quiet you almost felt like you didn’t speak at all, but with the Grandmaster peering open to look at you with sporadic thrusts, you couldn’t help but grin meekly.

“Such a good boy… pretty thing…”

There were subtleties in the Grandmasters persona that only very few would notice; fewer than those allowed in his office. A twitch in his eyebrow, a quirk of his lip, and dart of his eyes. You noticed his pupils widen and blow larger with your words and his cheeks turn a darker red. His jaw slowly turned slack with his pounding becoming more forced into your cunt as he grunted and gave a groan before slamming his cock down to the hilt into your hole and burying it inside, cumming deep within and filling you up.

His actions made you whine as his hot fluid painted your walls and you felt him shudder inside you. Bi-Han’s breath was heavy with his eyes glossed over and half-lidded staring down at you with his hair completely fallen out of his ponytail. He gently helped lower your legs to a more comfortable position and you bit down a moan at the feeling of him shifting around.

“I think…” Bi-Han swallowed and rolled his shoulders back, taking a deep breath. “We may have caused some noise concerns.”

A giggle from you erupted into a laugh before you muffled yourself with your hand. You looked up at Bi-Han who wore his signature scowl and stared at you.

A creak was heard beneath you and you stopped your laughter. Another deep groan and the snapping of wood before Bi-Han grabbed you and hiked you up into his arms with your legs around him, both of you making oversensitive noises with his cock still buried inside you, before the desk partially collapsed. You glanced over your shoulder at the mess; the desk was still mostly intact, however where you had previously laid was a dip due to a crack from your combined weight and brutal activity.

“…that …was solid oak.” Bi-Han in shock after a moment of processing passed.

You purse your lips and turn back to face him, only to be met with the more rare of the Grandmaster’s treasures.

His genuine smile.

It was gone the moment he realised you saw, but that half-second would be burned into your memory.

Bi-Han cleared his throat and gently removed himself from you, groaning from the loss of contact and tightness as he set you down. Your legs shook terribly as you clutched onto his chest, feeling his cum slowly deep down your thighs.

“I’ll have a commission for a new desk tomorrow.” Bi-Han said. “Let me get you to get cleaned up.”

#mortal kombat #mk1 #bi-han #sub zero #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 2023 #Bi-Han is Sub-Zero #no beta we die like Sindel in MK1 #Bi-Han is always angry #maybe if he gets a good fuck he'll calm down

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skymoral · 3 months

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🩵UNFORESEEN🩵

- Prologue -

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: F/M

Fandom: Mortal Kombat (Video Games)

Relationship: Bi-Han | Sub-Zero/You

Characters:

Liu KangJohnny CageTakahashi KenshiRaiden (Mortal Kombat)Kung LaoReaderOriginal Female Character(s)Original Male Character(s)Kitana (Mortal Kombat)Mileena (Mortal Kombat)Harumi ShiraiGeras (Mortal Kombat)Tanya (Mortal Kombat)Original Female Character(s) of ColorOriginal Male Character(s) of Color

Additional Tags:

Black Character(s)Family FluffFamily FeelsChildhood FriendsFriendshipAngst and Hurt/ComfortBetrayalBroken FamiliesTournamentsFalling In LoveFirst LoveNear DeathRedemptionPeople Change PeopleLin Kuei Clan (Mortal Kombat)Game 12: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023) .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

“OMFG Y/N turn off the damn ALARM ALREADY!” Someone said covering there head with a pillow.

”Ughhh”

you get up with the little energy you have to turn the alarm off the phone. You squint looking at the time on the phone, it shows that it’s 9:20 a.m

You quickly shot up, “FUCK! We’re going to be late for our first lecture. GET YO ASS UP RHONDA!” You quickly got out of bed. Snatching Rhonda’s leg that was exposed from under the cover. Dragging her in the bathroom, which Rhonda left alone being to lazy to fight against it.

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You both rushed out of your dorm room, running through the college to reach to there history class.

They peeked to see if there professor was facing the class, which luckily they weren’t. There back was turned, so you and Rhonda tipped toed inside and quickly head to both your seats, without being detected.

”Nice of ladies to join us today, I hope this doesn’t become a habit.” The professor announced as he was writing on the board.

”Yes Professor Major.” You and Rhonda said in unison.

about 30 min in the class he started going over Egyptian culture and it’s origin. Rhonda was sleep, and you had your headphones in listening to Nicki Minaj's new Pink Friday album. While scrolling through Instagram.

As you were looking at different posts, you had got a text from one of your other friends Tonya

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Tonya: “Hey Juicy Fruit, what you doing? :)”

“Nothing on the phone listening to music, and sitting in a boring ass class, PLEASE save a sister 😩😩”

Tonya: “Oof, damn that’s tough… Welp, I’m glad I ain’t you. Bitches like me need freedom 🤪”

”That’s because niggas like you don’t know how to act right. Probably would’ve not lasted either 😂😂”

Tonya: ”Bitch you ain’t funny 😒”

”I am, anyways will Jamika be at the shop today? I wanted to get some box braids done, I already bought some extensions.”

Tonya: “I do know she works today, I ain’t seen her yet. The shop open tho, and we don’t close until 8pm”

”Okay that’s fine, I’m a head straight there with Rhonda. After our classes, thanks boo😘”

Tonya: ”You welcome Juicy, make sure you study hard now. Don’t want my baby to flunk lol.”

”Girl Bye”

Tonya: “😂😂😂”

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You put your phone down, as you continue to listen to your music and take notes down from the board for you and of course Rhonda.

Knowing she’s going to ask you to do it anyway. The lecture was finally over and you slapped Rhonda awake.

“Damn you almost knocked my weave off.” Rhonda told you as she was straightening her hair, putting it back in place. You chucked a little as ya’ll head to your next class.

”Then you need a new hairstylist, as in go to a professional and not do it yo damn self.”

”Nah bitch, just keep them motherfuckin hands to YO SELF.”

”Don’t fall asleep and I will.”

”Whatever, uh oh Ex alert.” Rhonda informed you. You looked up from your phone and noticed your ex-boyfriend Oscar.

”Well what a pleasant surprise, you look stunning as always Y/N.”

”Oscar haven’t you heard a song called, to the left to the left.” Rhonda did a little dance and hand gesture to the left, for him to leave.

Oscar rolled his eyes irritated but went back to his fake smile, “Oh Rhonda I didn’t see you down there. The adults are having a conversation.”

Rhonda wanted to back hand him, but you held her hand back. “What do you want Oscar? We’re trying to get to class.”

”I just wanted to introduce you to my girlfriend. I thought you two might get along, Jovanni!” He shouted behind him, she quickly came towards the group. Hugging him then giving him a kiss.

”Jovanni this is Y/N, Y/N this is Jovanni Simpson, Babe you remember when I told you about her.”

You looked at Jovanni, and you had to admit she was a beauty. Gorgeous milk chocolate skin, with a beautiful smile. Tall with an hour glass figure, long black hair and just everything about her was gorgeous.

”Damn girl, yo baby hair is on TEN! WHO does your ha-OW!” You nudged Rhonda’s side.

”I do my own hair I’m a Hairstylist and cosmetologist on the side and studying to be a nurse. I’ll be interning to the university hospital in Miami, this year. One of the biggest hospitals in our state!” Jovanni told them, with a huge grin.

You know she wasn’t trying to piss you off or try to come off that she’s better than you, but you still take it as such.

”W-Well, my girl Y/N is… you know… AN ACTRESS!”

Everyone looked at Rhonda confused, you gave her the angry smile.

“Really!?” Oscar and Jovanni questioned looking at you. You just smiled at them nervously and embarrassed.

”Yep and she knows JOHNNY CAGE!”

”The JOHNNY CAGE! OMG! I LOVE HIM!” Jovanni bounced.

”Babe she fuckin wit u, she ain’t no actress nor does she know Johnny Cage.”

”Ha! How would you know? Its okay to admit, that I’ve accomplished more than you."

”Stop cappin! Just admit that you ain’t got shit goin for yo ass. I bet you ain’t got no proof.”

”Oh really!? I’ll show yo ass proof!” You snapped back.

”Yeah she gonna be in Johnny’s Cage upcoming, movie the movie he announced he's producing and directing called, ‘Mortal Kombat’. And you both are invited to the premiere when it comes out.”

“Rhonda hun.” You whispered to her, nervously.

”We’ll even take pictures while we’re on set and post it on all her socials.” Rhonda told the two who looked at Oscar irritated and Jovanni excited and shocked.

”Wow! Damn look at the time, we better getting going to class.” You said quickly dragging Rhonda to ya’ll class. You both quickly settled down, you slammed your head on the desk arms folded.

”Ughhhhh… Why can I never have a good morningggg… WHY DID YOU TELL THEM THAT RHONDA! I don’t know that nigga nor am I gonna be in any movie. I’m already irritated he has a hot successful girlfriend in the making… When I have no evidence, I’m a just be embarrassing my black ass for no reason…. I wanna go home…”

”Listen don’t let that clown and his thot get you down. I know what will cheer you up babe.” Rhonda pulled out her phone and put on BTS “Butter”

”Smooth like butter, like a criminal under cover.” Rhonda began singing to your favorite song and moving to the beat in her seat as they wait for the professor. You looked up smirking shaking your head as you knew she wanted you to sing along to the beat. "Gon pop like trouble breaking into your heart like that." You continued, She got up and pulled you up with her. ya'll started dancing, everyone staring at you both, you both sang " Ooh when I look in the mirror I melt your heart into two I got that superstar glow, so Ooh(do the boogie, like)."

As you both were singing and dancing, there professor came in behind them looking at them. There professor started dancing behind them badly, the whole class started laughing. You and Rhonda danced turning around and completely stopped when you saw the professor. Rhonda turned the music off laughing at the professor, he stopped looking at the girls smiling. "I've been an ARMY sense 2013." You were definitely shocked by that news, "Well I guess were both apart of the ARMY." you laughed, you did feel a bit better, he had everyone settle down for the class to begin.

It was now 12:00pm ya'll only had two classes for that day, and luckily you didn't have to work at the movie store in the mall today. Like you said earlier to Tonya, ya'll was headed to the shop to get your hair done. You were thinking you and Rhonda could go out for some drinks.

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Ya'll made it to the shop and you greeted the ladies, "HEYYYYYYY!" The four of ya'll say in unison. You were friends with the girls at the salon for a month, but it's like ya'll knew each other forever. You meet them at a club Rhonda took you to, after Oscar cheated on you and you were balling your eyes out to her. So she wanted to do something to get your mind off it, so dressed up really cute but still depressed.

Jamika had complemented you on your outfit when you were at the bar, she came in with Tonya and another girl named Ashanti. You started crying again after saying thank you, and they wanted to know what was wrong. Rhonda gave them the rundown and Ashanti related with your pain, they tried comforting you and everything went well from there and ya'll became friends.

"So how long are we talking babe?" Jamika took you to her chair.

"45 inch and can it be curly at the ends, you know wavy and shit. You know what I mean, I already know it's going to be cute." You sat down giving her the hair. You already took out the old hair with Rhonda's hair.

"I got you babe." Jamika replied, getting ready to feel with what she's working with.

Rhonda sat in one of the open chairs next to you, "Ya'll ain't gonna believe what just happened on campus, I wanted to beat that boys ass so badly!"

Rhonda was telling everyone what happened, which you felt slightly embarrassed, because you didn't want everyone in your business. She even told them about the part of knowing Johnny and now she has to show proof and stuff, "I dug a hole for myself with that one." You said as Jamika was washing your hair. Jamika and the other workers looking at each other, "Is something wrong?" You questioned.

"No it's just that, We a-"

Jamika was cut off as Ashanti entered, "OMG! I'm so sorry I'm late. There was traffic and shit happened at the apartment, al-"

"Mhmm, set up please." Jamika chuckled, she put you under the hair dryer after adding conditioner.

"Hey Ashanti I think ya girl Y/N need to talk to you about something." Tonya shouted to her. "Sure! Wassup girly?"

Tonya pulled her to her whispering in her ears, Ashanti nodding understanding. Ashanti came and sat next to you after setting up her spot, waiting on a client. "So I heard the run down from Tonya, I can help you meet Johnny." She smiled, you looked her confused, "How? You know Johnny?"

As you were getting your hair done, Ashanti told you of how she met Johnny and how they became friends, as well as a date she had a couple weeks ago with one of Johnny's friends. You were so amazed and shocked that you knew them for a month and they never told you this. They didn't think it was there place to say anything and didn't know if they should, plus you were busy with school. You couldn't believe that Mortal Kombat mumbo jumbo was real.

"Johnny told me there having a big get together in a place called outworld next weekend. He invited me, I can ask to see if I can bring any plus ones." Ashanti smiled at you, you wanted to spring into a hug so badly. But remembered who chair you were in, you gave many thank you's.

"I'm up for meeting some cute sexy men." Rhonda said laughing with Tonya.

"You got a cute sexy nigga right in front of you baby." Malcolm blew a kiss and winked at Rhonda. Who only rolled her eyes laughing at him

"So my cousin told me about this bomb ass club down in chinatown. She said is fire, so are you ladies up for a little fun in China tonight after we get off! Malcolm you closing today." Jamika told the girls, Malcolm nodded.

"Girls Night! It's been a minute sense we last had some good fun... Now the question stands... Who paying?"

"NOT IT!" Jamika, Rhonda, Ashanti, and You said in unison quickly. Leaving Tonya to take the bill.

Tonya shaking her head working on a clients hair, "You hoes get on my nerves."

"Tonya make sure to bring me something back, when ya'll done, you know what I like." Fredrick asked her, she nodded.

"I gotchu big poppa."

You were excited, I think you need to let loose again and have some fun with the squad. You definitely gonna snatch a few eyes in the club.

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You wore a cute short black dress, stopping at you're thighs. Strapless just enough to show off your ladies, making them more define. Makeup on hair in a up due and 6 in heels.

Rhonda looked just as cute with her tight leggings and tight crop tight with big poofy sleeves. She had a green and gold look going, You were black and gold of course. The classic style, you were very simple but cute.

Jamika volunteered to drive all of you to the place, she picked you and Rhonda up at 8:30. She was supposed to be there around 8 but Tonya wasn't ready and still getting dressed. "Ya'll already know black people don't never know how to be on time for shit." Jamika said taking a smoke from her blunt before driving off. If ya'll wanted to have fun, ya'll first was going to get high for it.

Ya'll made it to the place, and you had to admit it was poppin. The music was on point and everyone seem to be having fun. You just hope the drinks ain't shit that is your best friend in any place, and you headed straight there. There girls followed you and everyone grabbed a shot of vodka.

"TO GIRLS NIGHT!" Jamika shouted, you and the ladies toasted to that. The burning feeling in your throat felt amazing, you're hoping to find someone nice while here if possible. Some of you took more shots, you having the most. Ashanti already told you and the ladies she'll try to be the most sober one, so everyone else can have fun and be white girl wasted.

Your song came on and you and the girls was dancing to the music, you were having fun as you were lost in the music. Then you accidentally bumped into someone, "Ooh sorry, got to into the music." you apologized, your were a bit tipsy and high but you could've sworn they said something in a different language.

He turned back to you as he was done saying something to his friends, "It's alright, I hope you are enjoying your time um..."

"Y/N! The name's Y/N." You said that louder than you wanted to as the music calmed down, he had an Asian accent and the cutest smile when you told him your name.

"I was going to get some fresh air from the crowd, would you like to accompany me?" He gave you another sweet smile, all you did was nodded slowly. The liquor kicking in stronger, he held out his hand for you to grab and you took it without hesitation.

You don't know why you weren't more caution about following a stranger, but he didn't seem like a bad guy to you and maybe it could lead to something fun.

As you made it outside, the cool breeze felt nice. He took you to the side of the building, he pulled you close to him. Kissing you hard, your eyes bulged out as you tried to push him off you but then you felt something go in the side of your neck. He finally pulled away, you were becoming dizzy. Before completely blacking out, you should've known better than to go with some weird ass man.

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You were slowly regaining consciousness, you had a massive headache. Hangovers are not your thing, as you moved you felt that you were tied up. You moved harder and when your vision cleared you see a bunch of other girls tied up.

You sat up looking around, you were in a car. Your mind immediately ran 80 miles per minute, you didn't know what was going. "W-W-Where am I? W-What's happening." You asked one of the women in the cart with you.

"We're being sold to the Red Dragon Clan, to be a concubine to the head of the Red Dragon." One woman answered you.

You were in the midst of human trafficking and being sold to see random bastard as his personal whore. FUCK THAT!

”We need to get out of here!” You slowly stood up, not trying to make your headache worse.

”And do what, there is no way for us to get out. The door is locked, nothing is in here and they have the keys. So you might as well make yourself comfortable little girl.” One woman looked at you irritated, you can tell she was was trying to make the situation worse.

”I’m sorry, If I don’t want to be sold to someone that wants to SCREW ME TILL I PASS THE FUCK OUT! LIKE A DAMN RAGDOLL! If you aren’t going to give any ideas then please SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

All the girls in there looked at you with wide eyes, not saying anything behind that.

You had to calm down now, you looked around. You could tell the cart is wobbly, one thing she was right. There isn’t anything they can use to get out, except maybe… You looked towards the door, it looked weak and worn out. There was 10 girls in here including you. Only 4 big women, so only one option. You’re praying it works but it’s the only option, and you need to be quick.

”Okay! If you want to get out of here, you have to help me. This cart is not stable and the door looks worn out, if we all slam our weight on that door. Maybe… Just maybe it’ll break and we can get out of here.”

”While there in the middle of the road?” One girl said.

”It‘ll draw more attention if it’s in open place. They wouldn’t be able to risk being in the public eye.” You answered the quiet talking girl.

”And if it fails?” The agitated woman from before asked you.

You sighed, “Then we can have fun getting fucked to death. But if you’re only going to say negative shit, stay your ass over there. Those that want to at least try, stand up.”

They all looked at each other, you were happy to see all of them stand up. You had the biggest and thickest ones up front. Everyone in formation, “Ready… 1… 2… 3!” You yelled.

All the girls slammed on the door having there arms tied they slammed and put all there weight on the one side. Which made a loud sound, and the cart slightly leaned. The door bent a little.

The ladies could hear them talking, so you all didn’t waste no time doing it again. As it was working, and you all did it one last time. The door finally breaking open and all the girls rolled out, cart swinger hard to the right. Making the car lean with it and flip on its side.

You looked around, and noticed you were definitely far from home. You don’t know how long you were knocked out, but you prayed your friends knew you were missing and called for help. If help knew where this was. It didn’t seem like a place with not really anyone around to help you out here.

The men were getting up trying to get out the car. “RUN AND SCATTER!” You yelled to all the girls. You didn’t have to tell them twice.

You ran kicking off your heels, you dipped out as fast as your little feet could run. You heard the men not far from you, you continued to find somewhere to hide, as you were yelling for help. You don’t know why you’re not running towards a city but a forest. You looked behind you as you couldn’t see or hear the men following you.

You slowed down to catch your breath, as you doubled checked behind you. You bumped into someone, quickly turning around and gripped your throat. He looked as though he was dressed in Ninja attire Red and Black.

You were trying to break free as you were losing oxygen. “You’re the reason our pets got away. The master will not be pleased.”

”P-P-Plea… P-Please…” You tried to speak will trying to catch your breath. Tears coming out of your eyes, as your grip became weak.

”As punishment you will die.” He told you, and you couldn’t believe it was going to end like this… You wondered why this was happening to you. You didn’t believe you were a horrible person, but horrible things usually happens.

”I don’t want to die.” You squeaked out what you believed your last words would be.

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A/N: Sorry Bi-Han isn’t in the Prologue :) but he may show up in the next

I hope you ladies like it, I worked a hot minute on it and will be combining the other stories and adding ya’ll friends from the other stories💅🏾

A03: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/53070346">Unforeseen</a> (3533 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/MoralSky">MoralSky</a> Chapters: 1/? Fandom: <a href="

#mortal kombat #bi han sub zero #reader insert #bi han mortal kombat #fem reader #fanfic #bi han mk #black reader #bi han x reader #bi han fanfic #original characters #bi han x black reader #black fanfic writer

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summerwritesfics · 7 months

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🌎For As Long As You Rule

Pairing: Raiden/Kuai Liang Length: 991 Words Rating: Teen Warnings: Royalty AU, Prince!Raiden, Bodyguard!Kuai Liang, Fluff, Nervousness, Exclamations of undying loyalty, Kuai Liang: Raiden I will follow you to the ends of the Earth, Raiden: … Okay, Raiden is very new to the royalty thing and very flutersturd by his handsome bodyguard’s loyalty

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Notes: Liu Kang: And Scorpion and Raiden are training together…

Me: Oh my god… they’re training together…

Hey, I can ship Kuai Liang with people who aren’t complete and utter bastards, how about that? :) I honestly don’t know how I should be tagging Kuai Liang on this site anymore (or Bi-Han for that matter), but I think how I’m gonna do it is for things that are specifically based off MK1 (like this fic, given Kuai is called Scorpion by Raiden in it) I’m gonna include both the Sub Zero and Scorpion tags on them, just so people know which timeline I’m drawing from.

Raiden gave a frustrated sigh. He just could not figure out how the pearls on this stupid headdress were supposed to fall. He was sure they were supposed to cascade down in layers but they kept getting tangled every time he tried to put it on. I need to get this right. In a few hours, he was due to make his first public appearance as a royal, he didn’t want to go out before his kingdom’s inhabitants and look like he had no idea what he was doing.

Granted, he genuinely didn’t know what he was doing, but he didn’t want anyone to know that.

There was a gentle knock on the door, before a voice called “Prince Raiden?”

“Come in Scorpion- Kuai Liang- Scop- Dammit-” he stumbled on his own words, wincing as the other man entered the room. “Sorry. What exactly would you prefer I call you?”

“Just Kuai Liang is fine, your majesty,” Kuai replied as he closed the door behind him. He had a trey in his hands with a teapot and a cup. “I thought you may enjoy some green tea to calm your nerves.”

“That’s… really appreciated. Thank you Kuai Liang.” Raiden took the headdress off his head, deciding he could deal with it later. Right now, he wanted tea. “And you don’t have to call me your majesty, just Raiden is fine.”

“My pleasure, your- ah. Raiden.” Kuai bowed slightly and put the tray of tea down. “I apologise, I should have realised this must be very strange for you, and done better to accommodate.”

“What? No, no, you’ve been fine.” He shook his head rapidly, feeling terrible that he’d made Kuai feel his efforts were in any way inadequate. “Believe me, you have been the only thing keeping me grounded this last week.” He sighed and looked at that stupid headdress again. “I mean, on Monday I was just some orphan farm kid named Raiden, and today I’m Lei Gong, missing Prince of Earthrealm.” His eyes flicked up to the mirror. The person looking back was him, but at this point he wasn’t sure if he was Raiden or Lei Gong. “It’s uh… been a bit to take in, if I’m being honest.”

“I understand, if it makes you feel better, I think you’ve handled everything extremely gracefully so far.” Kuai reached forward to the teapot, pouring the brown liquid out into the cup. Once done, he offered the cup to Raiden. “I doubt many people could handle such news.”

“I don’t know, I keep feeling like I’m doing everything wrong somehow,” he admitted, taking a sip of the tea. He blinked a few times. Wow, this is really good tea. As if being his voice of reason wasn’t enough, Kuai was also a wizard of the brewing arts, apparently. “Every time I open my mouth around the castle nobles, I feel like they’re judging me.”

Kuai clicked his tongue, “unfortunately, the nobles are…” He paused for a long time, eyes squinting like he was trying to think of a suitable word. Raiden didn’t push him, just sipped his tea and waited patiently. Kuai’s face finally dropped, seemingly admitting defeat with himself before deadpan stating “they’re snobs, Raiden.”

Raiden almost spat his tea out from laughter. Partially because it had taken Kuai so long to land on the word “snob”, and partially because of how matter of fact he’d been about it. I mean, he isn’t wrong, they do seem to be snobs.

“Well, I’m glad that’s an opinion we share,” he replied with as cheeky a grin as he could manage. Triumph welled in his chest when Kuai gave him a wry smile in return. “Still, I need to figure out how to win them over soon, otherwise Lord Liu Kang’s plans for me to take the throne are going to fall flat before they even start.”

“I can help you with the nobles,” Kuai offered, “I may not be one myself, but I’ve been around enough of them to know how they speak.”

“In that case could you take a look at my speech for later?” Raiden asked, trying to not sound too desperate or feel like he was taking advantage of the offer. “I think it’s okay, but an extra pair of eyes would be appreciated.”

“I would be more than happy to.” Kuai gave a little bow as he spoke, before straightening up and placing a hand on Raiden’s bicep. Raiden tried to suppress the high pitched whine from the back of his throat. “Even if the nobles are not sure about you currently, I have no doubt they will come around. Even in this short time we have known each other, I can tell your heart is pure. For as long as you rule, I will follow you, Prince Raiden.”

Raiden’s mind was overloaded. He was certain his entire face had to be red at this point given how hot it felt, and tears welling in his eyes. On one hand, he was genuinely touched, that was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to him. Kuai had such earnest belief in him, it made him want to do his best, even if it was just for him. On the other hand? His heart was racing and it was very hard to deny why it was doing that.

He was developing a crush on his new bodyguard.

He had no idea what to do with that realisation.

“Thank you,” he just about managed to croak out. If Kuai realised what was going on with him, he didn’t say anything. Raiden was thankful for that.

Silently, he reached across for the piece of paper he had written his speech on, and passed it to Kuai Liang. He took it without question, and began scanning the document. Raiden watched him, feeling nervous but excited for this new partnership between them.

I won’t let you down, Kuai Liang.

#mortal kombat #kuai liang #sub zero #scorpion #raiden #kuaiden #🌎meanwhile in another universe

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bihansthot · 5 years

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Fade to Black Part 2/?

Hey guys here’s part two of Fade to Black. I’m not going to lie this one is pretty short, I haven’t been in the best of head spaces lately and have been dealing with some medical and emotional issues lately. So I’m sorry it’s so short, hopefully I can make up for it in part three. I haven’t written it yet though, so it might be a little while until that gets posted. Hopefully you guys bear with me.

This is the mean to Kuai Liang part (time to make Kuai, kuai my shitty pun game is so strong), so just a fair warning. It’s still safe for Tumblr sadly, hopefully part three will have smut??

The past few months had been miserable, to say you hadn’t taken Bi-Han’s death well would have been an understatement. You were barely recognizable even to yourself, the bags under your eyes put raccoons to shame, your clothes hung off your body showing how bad a job you had been doing taking care of yourself.

You had been strong and confident, even outgoing and demanding at times, but death and depression have a way of stripping everything from a person.

“Y/N?” You hear a knock at the door, briefly rousing you from your wallowing.

“Fuck off imposter!” You yelled sharply, with as much venom as you could muster.

“Please Y/N, I just want to see how you’re holding up.” Kuai Liang tries to reason with you.

“I’m still alive! Now leave me alone!” You shout back, “I swear Bi-Han must be rolling in his grave every single time that asshole puts on his colors and uses his name.” You mutter angrily to yourself. You hadn’t exactly reacted positively to Kuai Liang’s declaration of assuming Bi-Han’s mantle and colors to honor him, to you it was some sick joke. As if Kuai Liang would even be able to be half the man let alone half the warrior Bi-Han had been. You dramatically and angrily throw yourself down against the couch cushions as a wave of fresh sorrow and tears burst to the surface. You didn’t even notice the black mist pouring out of the wall, pooling on the floor beneath you, nor did you notice the pop of your lock giving way.

“Y/N. I vowed I would do everything I could to honor Bi-Han’s memory and that includes taking care of you.” Kuai Liang said matter-o-factly as he made his way inside.

“I believe she told you to ‘fuck off’, little brother” You hear a low, menacing if not slightly metallic and distorted voice, positively dripping with malice.

You held your breath as your heart skipped a beat, you looked up from your position on the couch and tried to rub the tears from your eyes. All you could see was a dark, inky shadow slowly forming itself into a man, you resisted the urge to scream at the sight.

Kuai Liang dropped into a fighting stance, you noticed just like Bi-Han’s; his eyes shifted from a deep chocolate color to an unforgiving ice blue. “Y/N! Get out of here! I’ll take care of this!” He ordered.

You were frozen in place, not literally but the shadowy creature’s voice was so familiar and comforting you couldn’t help but reach out to it.

“Get out, and stop trading on my name. The name ‘Sub-Zero’ died with me.” The taller man hissed.

Kuai Liang, visibly shaken replied with, “T-the name was Grandfather’s first.”

“And I earned it! Not you!” The shadow boomed, “You stole it from me.” he seethed.

“Brother?” Kuai Liang asked, squinting his eyes in disbelief.

“We share blood. We are not brothers. Now get away from Y/N and out of my sight for good. Next time I will kill you.” His tone was cold and unforgiving.

You waited for Kuai Liang to leave before asking in a small voice, “Bi-Han? Is that really you?” You stand up and tentatively take a step towards him.

He slowly circles you before pulling at your shirt that looks oversized but on you now, “Did you forget how to eat after I died?” He sniffed the air briefly “You NEVER get to complain about how I smell again.” He tried to mimic your voice as best and condescending as possible “Bi-Han! You smell like brains and decay it’s so grooooooss.” He scoffed as he watched you tearing up again, “My turn I guess, aww come on now, who’s my good girl?” He asked making a blatant jab at the voice you always used to coax him into the shower “That’s right, you are! Yes you are! My stinky little girl.”

You let him drag you to the bathroom, too stunned by the possibility of him actually being here to put up a fight. If you weren’t so exhausted and shocked you definitely would have laughed or hit him or both for those comments, not that they weren’t fair you used to say the exact same things to him when he’d come home from a long mission. Though in your defense you weren’t covered in blood and guys, just a fair amount of depression funk.

#mortal kombat #mk #sub zero x reader #bi han #bi han x reader #og sub zero #noob saibot #noob saibot x reader #kuai liang #smoke #drabble

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generalasshattery · 5 years

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Omg open ask box! Could you do a drabble where reader was arranged to marry Bi-Han but they and Kuai Liang are actually in love with each other and they meet in secret? Ooo I love your stuff!

Y’all know I’m a slut for some dramatic prompts, of course I’m going to have fun with this one.

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Moments together were few and far between, lest someone else become privy to the secret shared between you. So when the two of you did meet, it was somewhere secret far from prying eyes. It was past midnight, on a moonless night, too dark for anyone squinting through the snow to catch your forms. The words of love had never actually been spoken between the two of you, as though acknowledging what these moments actually were would make your indiscretion real. He wouldn’t have let you say them either, Kuai Liang was far too bound to honor. Which is why you told each other you wanted to meet where no one could see merely to have the chance to speak to each other’s as future in laws.

He was in a way, so like his brother Bi-han, they were both serious men and dedicated to their duties within the Lin Kuei. And yet, they were in other ways so different. Kuai had a kinder heart, he lacked the vicious hardness that his brother wielded like a weapon. Tundra, unlike Sub Zero, was concerned so deeply with the wellbeing of others, especially those he called allies. It was so easy to picture a life with him, as his spouse. A beautiful, happy life of mutual love and respect. But that was not your life.

And so there you were, just barely able to see the snowflakes dusting his dark hair in the starlight. You reached a single hand to brush a few away, and savored the brief sensation of him on your fingers. It was hard to tell, but you could swear you saw the slightest smile gracing his lips.

#mk #mortal kombat #request #reader insert #kuai liang #sub zero #subzero

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summerwritesfics · 3 years

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🎧Song Inspired Shorts - Bad Dream Baby

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 3957 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Canon Divergent, Hanzo doesn't die AU, Dreamwalking, Dreamwalker!Kuai Liang, Nightmares, graphic description of violence, Shirai Ryu Massacre, Murder, Murder of a child (non-graphic, but it does happen), Death, Corpses, Bodily injuries, Brief mention of infection, Ambiguous at times as to what is reality and what’s a dream Song: Bad Dream Baby - September 87

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Right in the middle of a nightmare honey, I found you right next to me, And I'll admit it, it might sound funny, To fall in love with a fantasy. My Bad Dream Baby, Tonight's for me and you. Don't wake me, Bad Dream Baby, Cos my dreams don't come true.

Hanzo fought past hordes of Lin Kuei warriors, slicing through waves of them. He couldn't stop, not until he'd made it to Harumi and Satoshi. He was covered in blood and guts, and yet they just didn't stop coming. They were prepared to die if it meant delaying Hanzo from reaching his family in time.

Still he pushed on, striking down warrior after warrior. In the distance he spotted Harumi, Satoshi curled into her arms as she was backed into a corner by Sub Zero, sword of ice summoned as means to strike her down.

"No!" He cried, watching as Sub Zero trust the sword forward. Harumi fell to the floor.

When Hanzo finally got to her, he could see he was too late. Both his wife and son were already dead. He cried out in anguish, tears of despair and rage rolling down his cheeks. He looked up to where Sub Zero stood, smugly looking over him. Sub Zero raised the ice sword, preparing to strike Hanzo down. Hanzo tried to will himself to do something, anything, but all he found he could do was stare at his hands and wait for the end.

A cold hand reached to grab his.

He gasped, and looked to his side, a blue eyed man with short hair stared back at him.

"Run," the man whispered, pulling on Hanzo's hand and forcing him to his feet. Hanzo had no chance to do anything before being dragged away, narrowly being missed by Bi-Han's sword.

Hanzo could do little more than pick up the pace so not to trip. He looked to the man before him, clad in blue armour, still clinging to his hand. Hanzo squinted as the light around them seemed to grow brighter. The man looked over his shoulder and smiled.

"My name is Kuai Liang."

Hanzo woke up with a start.

He looked around. He was in the bed he'd been given after he fled to the sky temple. He blinked, utterly confused. Had that been a memory or a dream? It had been a year since the massacre of the Shirai Ryu. He could have sworn he'd run away alone, narrowly avoiding his death. He didn't remember anyone else there, especially not someone named Kuai Liang. It didn't hurt to check, he supposed.

He got out of bed and made his way through his temporary home. He had been lucky that Lord Raiden had accepted his plea for asylum. It was under the condition that Hanzo would fight for Earthrealm at the next Mortal Kombat tournament, but that was a small price to pay. Passing monks through the halls, he wished them a good morning, asking if any had seen Lord Raiden. All answers were the same, check the main hall.

He entered, finding Lord Raiden sat meditating in front of a alter. He hesitated as to if he should disturb him or wait until later, but Raiden finally spoke up, "Do you need something, Hanzo?"

"I apologise for disturbing you, Lord Raiden but..." He paused, trying to find the least weird way to ask his question. "This may seem like a strange question, but, when i arrived here, I was on my own, correct?"

"That is correct," Raiden confirmed.

"And, I have never mentioned that there was anyone with me? That anyone saved me from the Lin Kuei?"

"No?" Raiden turned around where he was sitting to be able to look at Hanzo. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no. I just had a strange dream and it's confused me, is all." Hanzo shook his head. Just a strange dream. "I just wished to make sure I wasn't remembering things wrong. Thank you, Lord Raiden."

Hanzo bowed and Raiden bowed his head in return, before Hanzo excused himself.

The rest of the day went by without incident, although Hanzo occasionally thought back to that strange man he met in his dream. Day turned to afternoon, and then to evening, and finally the night returned and Hanzo was back within his bed, drifting off to sleep.

He stood in the ruins of the Fire Garden. Corpses lay strewn around the place. Harumi. Satoshi. He took a step towards where he knew their bodies would be. His arm caught on something, stopping him. He went to see what it was, only to find himself looking at those same blue eyes from the night before.

"I would advise against that," the man spoke softly. What was his name? Kuai Liang? "You will find their bodies, and Sub Zero will be waiting to ambush you."

"How do you know that?" Hanzo asked, taking in Kuai's appearance. He looked younger than Hanzo, late twenties if he had to guess. He was wearing a Lin Kuei uniform. Hanzo did a double take. Why was his mystery dream man wearing a Lin Kuei uniform?

"You've had this dream before," Kuai explained, "It always ends the same."

Hanzo stared at him for a second. Now that he thought about it, yes, he'd had this dream before, and yes, it did end exactly how Kuai said it would. "Who are you?" He asked.

"I'm just a traveler." Kuai smiled at him, squeezing Hanzo's hand a little. "I just like to help where I can."

"Right..."

Hanzo's eyes fluttered open. He stared at the ceiling, silently questioning what just happened. What did Kuai Liang mean, he was just a traveller? Why had Hanzo's imagination conjured him in a Lin Kuei uniform of all things?

It bugged him, knowing he would likely never get answers to those questions. After all, Kuai was just a stranger he'd made up in his dreams right? The only reason he'd shown up two nights in a row was because Hanzo was confused by it all, right?

He went though his day like nothing was wrong. And as he slipped into bed, he prepared himself for whatever his mind had in store for him.

He was in the hall with Raiden, drinking some camomile tea as Raiden explained what to expect from the Mortal Kombat tournament. A monk suddenly ran in the room, warning of an attack by the Lin Kuei. Hanzo felt his gut twisting. This was his fault, if he wasn't here, the Lin Kuei wouldn't be either. He'd put everyone within the temple in danger.

He watched as Raiden teleported to go and fight the waves of enemies. Hanzo stumbled to his feet as the monk in front of him dropped to the floor. Behind were three Lin Kuei warriors, slowly approaching him weapons drawn. Hanzo went for his Katana, only to find it's sheath empty. Backing away, he searched his person for his kunai, only to find nothing. He was completely defenceless.

His breath came out in short bursts, unable to see any way out of this situation except his death.

A sword sliced through the midsection of all three Lin Kuei, and the split parts tumbled to the floor.

Kuai Liang stood behind them, Hanzo's katana firmly in his hands. He regarded the dead Lin Kuei for a moment, before finally setting his sights on Hanzo. He gave him a reassuring smile, before offering him the katana. Despite his confusion, Hanzo accepted it.

"I know you fear this scenario," Kuai stated softly, as Hanzo returned his katana to it's rightful place. "But I promise you, you are safe within these walls. The Lin Kuei don't know you're here."

"How can you be sure of that?" Hanzo asked with an eyebrow raised. Kuai just stared flatly at him, before gesturing to the uniform he was wearing. "Oh. I see." Hanzo stood in silence. "If you are Lin Kuei, why are you helping me?"

"Because you need it," Kuai replied. "I am Lin Kuei, but that means little to me when someone is suffering." Kuai held reached to brush Hanzo's hair from his face. Hanzo marvelled at how realistic he looked and felt. "Whenever you have a nightmare, I will be here to keep you safe. I promise."

"Why? What would you get out of that?" Hanzo mumbled.

"I don't know." Kuai shrugged. "Maybe one day I'll get to see you smile."

Hanzo awoke. Staring at the ceiling for a bit while he took in Kuai's words. While the logical part of Hanzo's mind told him that Kuai was just a figment of his imagination, it was weirdly nice to think he had someone looking out for him. Even if it was just in his dreams.

And after that, Kuai had kept his words. Any night Hanzo had a nightmare, Kuai would be there, to soothe him or fight his fears away. It was like having a guardian angel of his lucid dreams. He never spoke of Kuai in the real world, because why would he? No one needed to know that Hanzo basically had an imaginary friend.

The year came and went, soon, Hanzo found himself on a small boat with Lord Raiden, a Shaolin monk, a Soldier with the American army and a Movie star, because why not.

He stared out across the ocean, trying to keep and eye out for the island. Also he was trying to avoid Johnny Cage, because if that man said another word to him, he was going to break his nose. From the corner of his eye, he saw someone stand next to him. Ready to chew Johnny out, he turned, only to be stunned to find Kuai Liang stood next to him. He secretly reached down to his arm and pinched. He felt nothing.

"Oh. I'm dreaming this." He didn't even remember falling asleep.

Kuai chuckled, "Yes, you are." He gave Hanzo a lopsided grin, "Did you not notice the boat's not actually moving?"

Hanzo frowned, looking over the side to find Kuai was right. The waves were lashing against the wood, but the craft itself wasn't moving. He looked back to Kuai.

"This isn't a nightmare... Why are you here?" He finally asked, watching the way Kuai's mouth twitched.

"Sub Zero is going to be at the tournament," he said, a hint of hesitation in his voice. No, not hesitation, it was almost like he was fearful.

"Yes. He is." Hanzo gripped the wood tighter. "He will not kill me, if that is what you're worried about." Oh, how strange it was to tell a figment of his imagination to not worry about him.

"I hope you're right," Kuai said sincerely, placing his hand atop of Hanzo's. "And I know I have no right to ask anything of you but..." Kuai tore his gaze away from Hanzo, staring out across the ocean. "Please don't kill him either..."

"What?" Hanzo asked confused. His dream guardian was asking him to not kill the orchestrator of his agony?

"I admit it is mostly for selfish reasons but also... I don't think it will bring you the satisfaction and justice you are looking for." Kuai looked back to Hanzo, eyes wide and pleading.

"What are the selfish reasons?" Hanzo warily asked. Kuai didn't answer just swallowed and continued to look with large teary eyes. Hanzo felt his resolve halter, Kuai looked like a hurt puppy and there was something in him that struggled to say no to that face. "I make no promises," he started, "but I will try."

"Thank you." Kuai's voice was small, and full of gratitude. He lent his head forward, resting it on Hanzo's shoulder.

He awoke to someone shaking his shoulder. Liu Kang stood over him, as he softly informed "we're at the island."

Hanzo nodded, wasting no time in getting out of bed and following the others off the boat. The tournament itself was about what Hanzo expected. Fights were arranged before hand. To Hanzo's frustration he would have to wait a while to be able to finally face against Sub Zero. He won match after match, watched Sub Zero's fights closely to get a grasp on his fighting style.

His chance came, and all throughout the fight he had repeated in his mind Kuai Liang's plea to not kill him. He almost accomplished that request, right up until Sub Zero had rubbed it in his face by claiming his family and clan were weak.

Sub Zero's corpse lay scattered in several pieces across the battle ground.

He stood, surveying the carnage when a familiar person in blue approached. He pinched his arm. He felt nothing.

He dared not look into Kuai's eyes. "I'm sorry," he muttered, "I tried."

"I wish you hadn't done it." There was a edge of disappointment in Kuai Liang's voice that made Hanzo's heart hurt. Why? Why was this person who didn't even exist so important to him? He didn't have real feelings. He didn't have anything.

So why?

"You were right," Hanzo hissed, still not lifting his head, keeping his eyes in the bloodbath around him. "I feel nothing from this."

The only response he got was a sigh.

He woke up feeling the coldest he ever had.

The tournament ended. Hanzo and his new allies returned to the Shaolin Temple only to almost immediately return to Outworld. During their travels, Hanzo found his dreams to be empty. Thankful that he had no nightmares, yet upset that his dreams were just plain and boring. He did not see Kuai Liang, although occasionally he swore he saw a flash of blue armour.

In Outworld, they won, Shao Kahn was defeated, and they once more returned to Earthrealm. Hanzo now accompanied Sonya, Jax and Johnny back to special forces, feeling guilty for relying so much on Lord Raiden's hospitality.

Then one night, for the first time in months, he finally saw Kuai again.

He was walking through the halls of special forces, making his way to the main training room. He paused in the doorway, Kuai was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed over his chest. Hanzo was a little taken aback, Kuai looked the worst for wear. His armour was almost ruined, his skin was littered with bruises and gashes, and his hair was unkept. Most striking was the large wound he now had across the one side of his face.

Hanzo pinched his skin again, and again, he felt nothing.

"Hello," he hesitantly spoke, slowly walking over to Kuai. The closer he got, the worse Kuai looked. He had bags under his eyes, and just in general looked so tired. "I... It's been a while."

Kuai smiled, but there was no joy behind it, just a strange aching sadness. "I know. I'm sorry. It's been... rough. Since the last time we talked."

Hanzo couldn't understand how it could have been rough for a dream but he sighed. "I know. I let you down."

"It's not just that it's..." Kuai stopped and took a breath. "Well... you'll find out soon, I guess." Kuai grabbed his shoulder and rubbed it before muttering, "If i don't die first."

"I won't let you die," Hanzo announced before he even thought about what he was saying. Kuai looked shocked before Hanzo grabbed Kuai's face in his hands. "You have protected me this entire time, let me protect you."

Kuai didn't have time to answer before Hanzo pulled him in for a kiss. Initially Kuai went rigid at the contact but after a few seconds he melted into it. Hanzo held on tighter, hungry for the contact, to feel this way about someone again. Even if it was just someone in a dream.

Just a dream.

He jerked back suddenly, practically throwing Kuai away from him. Kuai yelped and stumbled as Hanzo covered his mouth with a hand.

Just... a dream.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. Kuai was looking at him with his head tilted. "I shouldn't have done that... I can't do this..."

"No it's alright, I wasn't..." Kuai bit his lip and brushed his hand through his matted hair. "I was just taken by surprise that's all."

"That's not what I meant," Hanzo explained, shaking his head. "I mean... I can't do this with you... You're not real."

"I'm not?" Kuai asked, sounding extremely surprised by this fact.

"No," Hanzo sobbed, "You're just something my mind made up to try and protect me. You don't really exist. You've never really existed. And it's so stupid that I've fallen in love with a fantasy."

Kuai didn't say anything, even as Hanzo started to shed tears. Slowly, Kuai made his way over, kissing Hanzo on the cheek.

"We'll see each other soon, I promise."

Hanzo awoke with a start. He looked around the darkness of the room, and wailed. He did not attempt to go back to sleep.

In the morning, when he was trying to make himself breakfast, he was approached by a nervous looking Sonya.

"We've taken in a stray effected by the Mortal Kombat Tournament," she said. Hanzo looked at her with an eyebrow raised. Why is this my problem? As if hearing his question, Sonya quickly added, "He's a Lin Kuei."

Hanzo's fury must have been extremely obvious because Sonya held her hands up and backed away. Still he tried to push it away, if the Lin Kuei had come here seeking help, they likely had left the clan behind. It could be a trap. Hanzo would just have to be on high alert.

Nothing could have prepared him for Johnny and Jax walking through the door, clearly followed by none other than Kuai Liang.

I'm dreaming again. This isn't real, I'm dreaming.

He pinched his arm, and flinched when he felt a small sharp pain.

This was real.

How the fuck was this real?

Sonya gestured to Kuai and started "Hanzo this is-"

"Kuai Liang," he interjected, ignoring the shocked faces of everyone except Kuai himself, who just looked at Hanzo with a wry smile.

"Hello, Hanzo," he greeted in return, also turning a blind eye to the rest of the rooms confusion. "Seems I'm a little more real than you anticipated."

Hanzo's head was spinning. Kuai Liang was real. He was an actual person, standing before him, with the exact same injuries he'd had in his dream. How the hell is this possible?

"You know each other?" Jax finally asked, sensing both Sonya and Johnny were too shocked to speak.

"I've... I've met him in my dreams," Hanzo stuttered out, this gained more confusion from their companions.

"What kinda dreams are we talking about here? Cause that context could change a lot," Johnny quipped, earning a harsh smack on his arm from Jax.

"I think, we should leave for a few minutes," Sonya finally said, walking over and grabbing both Jax and Johnny by their ears and dragging them off, the pair complaining the entire time.

The door shut behind them, leaving only Hanzo and Kuai Liang.

"How?" Hanzo immediately asked.

"It's hard to explain, but for some reason, I have never had my own dreams," Kuai explained, taking a few hasty steps forward. Clearly testing the water on how close Hanzo would let him get. "I always seem to end up wandering around other peoples." Kuai stopped just short of Hanzo. Up close, Hanzo could see how the wound on his face almost looked infected. He must be in agony. "After a while, I realised I could help people, protect them from their nightmares and soothe their fears."

"So, that's what happened with me? You wandered into my nightmares and made yourself my protector?" Hanzo asked.

"You needed help, and that was all I could offer you at the time." Kuai gave a sad smile, looking to the ground. "The last few months have been... rough. After Sub Zero's death, the Lin Kuei began converting it's ranks into cyborgs. My friends and I tried to run, but they sacrificed themselves so I could get away." He closed his eyes, hand gently touching the wound on his face. "I have not been doing much sleeping, which is I have been gone for so long. I am sorry for not being there for you."

Hanzo was silent for a few minutes, feeling guilty that even after everything Kuai had been through, he was still so worried for Hanzo's well being.

"Why didn't you want me to kill Sub Zero?" He settled on instead. He could get through all the emotions once he had the facts.

"His name was Bi-Han," Kuai told him, looking up at him. There was clear pain in Kuai's eyes. "He was my brother."

Those words pulled the rug completely from under Hanzo's feet. A revelation that made him feel sick. I have done to him, what his brother did to me. No wonder the death gave Hanzo no peace.

"I'm sorry," he closed his eyes. "I didn't know." He reached to touch the side of Kuai's face that wasn't horrifically injured. Tracing a bruise under his eye. "I just... can't believe your real."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, people generally don't believe me." Kuai nuzzled into Hanzo's hand.

"Out of all my dreams, I'm glad this is the one to come true," Hanzo admitted, smiling slightly.

Kuai snorted slightly, before laughing under his breath. "I finally got to see you smile. My work here is done." Kuai closed his eyes, his face dropping. "But I don't know how long I will stay here, the Lin Kuei will hunt me down, I wouldn't want to put everyone in danger."

"Stay," Hanzo practically begged, Kuai reopened his eyes to give him a questioning look. "You've spent this last year protecting me from my fears, it's time I did the same for you." He rested his forehead against Kuai's careful to not put too much weight on him. "You helped me, and I did nothing but hurt you in return, I know I can never replace what I took from you, but please let me try to make amends."

Kuai choked slightly, before quietly replying "okay, I will stay."

Hanzo felt relief flood him as he pulled back. The imagine of himself kissing Kuai in his dream came back to his mind and he grimaced. "Uh, about... What happened last night..."

"I think," Kuai started reaching a hand to cup under Hanzo's chin, "we both need more time to heal, before we think about that." Hanzo nodded, he agreed with that sentiment, and was relieved Kuai wasn't holding it against him. "Plus, I'd like the chance to get to know you. The real you."

"I'd like that too," Hanzo agreed, leaning to press a kiss against Kuai's forehead. Comfortable silence fell between them. From behind the door he heard muffled whispers, clearly Sonya, Jax and Johnny trying to listen in to the conversation. "What do we tell that lot? Somehow I doubt they’ll believe our story.”

Kuai laughed, "I could show up in their dreams and scare the hell out of them."

"Oh, that's evil," Hanzo commented, looking and Kuai with a mischievous smirk, "I love it."

This was better than any dream Hanzo could ever have.

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