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bi-hanslefttittie · 2 months

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"It's Cold Outside, Bi-Han."

Summary: Eleven-year-old Bi-Han stands alone in the snow and faces a frost bite trying to prove a point.

Characters: Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada. Kinda their mom.

Word Count: 3.1k

CW: Angst. Light mention of recession, hunger. Depressed Bi-Han.

A/N: Yes, I wrote a fanfic based on the name of an in-game gear. Because I'm still getting familiarized with Bi-Han as a character, it might be a bit OOC. I wrote this because I couldn't capture this in a drawing. Mostly a character study.

A/N 2: I speak mostly spanish, so if anything is weirdly redacted it's because of that, lmao.

-.Articka welcomed a violent snowfall that winter night. The savage wind left even the bravest soldiers on the Lin Kuei retreating to the safety of their homes, the warmth of their families welcoming them. Whoever would dare go outside unprepared would receive the cold, unstuttering embrace of certain death. The white coat of snow blinded and hid every hint of flora or fauna on the place as if a demonstration of its awing power.

He stood alone in the gardens, though calling it that would be oxymoronic considering its frozen state.

Bi-Han stared out into the void as he attempted to regain some control. Yet, his breathing had betrayed him, his ribcage seemingly torturing him with pressure. However, there was no time for useless whining and childlike behavior. At least, not for him.

Being the first son meant something only the previous grandmasters could understand. It was the Sisyphus curse, a never-ending tale. The future of the Lin Kuei rested heavily on his shoulders; he was a man now, an older brother, and a future leader, so much was expected of him.

He never doubted his abilities, confident about his future success; he just needed to reach a certain point of perfection, and once Bi-Han achieved that, he would ensure his clan would thrive.

In this recession, a victory would bring back their lost morale in years of idle await.

If no one took the initiative, the Lin Kuei would self-destruct like a snake eating itself.

Bi-Han had to be the one to take the lead. Only he could free them from shackles, end their suffering, and protect Earthrealm.

But for now, Bi Han could only prepare himself physically and psychologically and pray the chance to prove himself worthy, liberate, and bring glory to his nation would come soon. Bringing his clan out of the shadows.

The wind blew relentlessly as the temperature dropped considerably turning this into the coldest night of the year. Bi Han knew that if he survived, he would be apt for the task.

This self-imposed challenge strained his body as his limbs reddened, his lower lip quivered, and he felt his breath hitch. Despite his mind-numbing, he would test his willpower, overcoming and purging whatever weakness was in his body. No matter what would take him. His very own Baptism in blood. The prime example of what a Lin Kuei should be.

As a sudden surge of heat rushed through his body, he realized he had lost his sense of touch. Hyperthermia had always made him fail despite years of training. It was the one thing that had made him crumble and fall to his knees under his father's disappointed gaze. However, tonight would be different. He was determined to overcome it and finish his training flawlessly.

While being heir by birthright, it seemed as if it wasn't enough to gain the respect he deserved and earned by blood, sweat, and tears.

Despite being the firstborn, Others were pampered despite their idleness, while he received the short end of the stick.

His younger brother Kuai Liang and the other child, Tomas, could afford to take a break in their chambers. He didn't have that privilege, oh no.

Even though he was trembling, the eleven-year-old fought against his demons, trying to maintain his balance despite the horrific pain, drowning his whimpers as he urged himself to suck it up.

Pathetic.

Childish.

Quivering, the child was slowly and cruelly falling victim to frostbite.

Still, his majestic resolve strengthened him enough to stand. Pride was the one thing fueling his resilience.

The cryomancer would not fall.

Bi-Han would not allow himself to once again lose against his body.

That's when the manor's door opened with a loud creak that caught Bi Han's attention, though he didn't bother to turn around.

Whether his inaction was due to sheer disinterest in the person or simply being too pained to move is something that only he would know.

"Do you know what time it is?" The slim figure asked as she covered herself with her fur coat, shielding herself from the breeze.

He gritted his teeth, refusing to respond to his mother, maintaining a stern and dignified expression, staring at the void as a man on a mission. He clenched his fists with such strength that they were left bruised, forcing himself to remain silent.

The woman watched as her prideful child insisted on staying in the middle of the snowstorm, ice crystals forming on his uniform. She wondered how long he'd been standing there alone.

"It's cold outside, Bi Han." She approached him, kneeling as he refused to stare at her, his stubbornness on display.

Her hands ran towards his shoulders and arms as the child was sweating profusely, a symptom of frostbite.

She quickly removed her coat and placed it on his shoulders, but Bi Han immediately discarded it.

He might take himself too seriously and hold himself to unreachable standards.

But she saw right through him, a pale, shivering kid trying to act tough.

She took a few moments to collect herself, trying to read his expression, and attempted not to yell at her son.

"What are you trying to prove?" Bi-Han bit his lip, his cheeks puffy, not wanting to respond to his mother, yet knowing he could not lie, he avoided her gaze.

"Bi-Han." Sternly, his mother cupped his face.

"Look at me." The kid let out a pained sigh, an almost tortured one being haunted enough by his mind.

"Come, we will discuss this inside." She kept her stoic expression, and Bi-Han followed her, defeated, unable to refuse his mother anything.

The woman handled herself in a way he could only sit back and admire. Carrying herself with strength, dignity, and a no-nonsense attitude.

The sound of the whistling kettle indicated that the tea was ready.

The small child had just gotten out of his bath and was now warm, dry, and sheltered from the outside cold.

Bi-Han sneezed, worried he might have caught a cold.

He watched as his mother poured the tea and sat down.

Neither was exactly a great talker.

Most of the time, they communicated without words since it wasn't necessary as she understood him.

But this time, they had to speak.

He drank from the brew, silently searching for the words to say, the best way to get his point across. There was no point in lying to someone who knew him so well, yet admitting his troubled headspace was not an easy task. He scrunched his nose and grunted, then placed his cup down as if waiting for a lecture. Instead, his mother's hand caressed his cheek, sensing his unease.

She pondered on the possibility of simply sending him back to sleep. Still, it was better to address the elephant in the room. Firmly, she addressed his son. "What is on your mind?" She questioned. Making him avoid her gaze, not wanting to be perceived as weak in front of the person he admired the most.

He knew he couldn't keep avoiding the question. So he decided to speak up. He cleared his throat, and back to his dignified manner he articulated his answer.

"There is nothing in particular on my mind, mother. I was merely perfecting my training." Moderate and clear, he would have convinced anyone that there was nothing of the matter.

However, his mother could tell by his stiffness and aloofness there was something wrong.

There was something more to it since he was too formal and diligent while addressing her.

"At 3 in the morning in the middle of a snowstorm?" She raised an eyebrow.

Bi Han nodded, convinced of his answer.

"A risk worth taking for my improvement." He declared standing his ground with unmovable conviction.

A trait that set him apart from other children, even from other adults.

Adults like his father.

"Bi Han, you are putting your safety at stake for improvement." The woman lectured him sternly.

The kid furrowed his eyebrows, expressing great distaste at her tone.

"It is for the sake of the clan." The boy stubbornly refuted, shaking his head as if it was the most logical and obvious answer ever.

Yet, he was unable to keep his explanation going as his mother cut him off.

"And I suppose putting yourself in harm's way is doing something for the clan?" She retorted, trying to make her child realize what he was doing and the senseless nature of the act.

"I was not putting myself in danger. Everything was under control, I've-"

"Do you realize that one day you may become a Grandmaster? As the heir, is it responsible for you to engage in such risky behavior? Think about it. If I had not come to fetch you, you could have died. The title would have passed to your brother, wouldn't it?"

Bi-Han hung his head low, clenching his jaw in frustration. He knew she was right, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. His cheeks rose, fidgeting with his fingers as he tried to deal with the embarrassment.

She looked at him intently, tilting her head as she tried to gauge his reaction while acknowledging his struggle to admit his fault.

She tried not to smile as she recognized the similarities shared between them.

Finally, after a heavy sigh, he spoke up.

"I suppose you're right," he mumbled quietly, the kid's voice barely audible.

The woman chuckled and shook her head as she cupped his face so he could face her.

"It's not wrong to have ambition." His eyes widened for a second, feeling understood.

"You just have to be more mindful about your choices. If the chance ever comes, by all means, seize it, but do not act prematurely."

"I am not acting prematurely," Bi-Han responded, almost pleading.

"I'm placing my efforts in getting better."

"And I understand that. But you are destroying yourself. It will only be a disservice to you. If you truly want to improve…" She mirrored her son's hand movements, speaking with trained confidence and reassurance.

"I can assist with your training in your free time."

There was a moment of silence, followed by a surprised smile from Bi-Han, something he did not do often.

"Really?" The boy asked in some disbelief, knowing his mother was busy most of the time with her duties and with his brothers. It was something he had not expected but a pleasant surprise nonetheless.

"Yes, really," she replied with a nod. "Just… cool down."

The room was silent as the joke registered in his mind, causing him to cringe. Bi-Han blinked and shook his head, attempting to suppress a laugh. "That was terrible."

"When you're my age, you'll find yourself saying things like that too."

The ambiance went lighter, and he allowed himself to relax. Bi Han trusted his mother that much. After all, she was the only one who took the time to understand him.

"No, I won't." He smirked.

His mother rolled her eyes and incorporated.

"Fine, Bi-Han, you win. You won't."

She took it upon herself to guide him back to his room, where his brother and Tomas awaited awake. His expression was immediately stern.

As their mother left, Bi-Han turned to his siblings, crossing his arms.

"Shouldn't you two be sleeping?" He lectured both as he made his way toward his futon, making Tomas smile in amusement.

"I could say the same about you." Tomas snickered, earning himself an annoyed glare from his brother.

"I asked mother to check on you." Kuai Liang explained while sitting next to his older brother. "We saw you standing alone outside from the window." His voice was full of concern as he quizzically stared at his brother.

"I told him it wasn't necessary, but he insisted on telling on you." Tomas snitched on Kuai Liang, who then elbowed him, making him flinch. "Hey-"

Bi-Han shushed Tomas, who shook his head and went to his futon. After making sure he had gone to sleep, Bi-Han addressed his brother.

"You should have listened to Tomas and let me be." The boy raised an eyebrow. Kuai Liang tensed, equally prideful.

"Father would have been upset then." The pyromancer answered, sure of himself. Not afraid of contradicting his brother.

"Father would not have found out," Bi-Han spoke severely. "So it was not within your power to tell on me."

"But, brother."

"Go back to sleep."Bi-Han interrupted his kin, turned his back, and lay down, not saying another word to him.

Kuai Liang sighed in defeat and reluctantly obeyed his older brother's orders, knowing he was too stubborn to be convinced otherwise.

He stood alone in the snow twenty-one years later. Neither his resolve nor the snowstorm gave up at all. Though, he was now the cause of the natural phenomenon. Hyperfocused, he took a deep breath and guided the movement of the wind, twisting and turning in a gelid, macabre manner. Bi-Han's eyes remained closed as cold particles hit his face, threatening to cause him damage. His gestures slowed by the struggle between the breeze and his strength.

Bi-Han's mind drifted back to Kuai Liang. His brother had chosen himself over the clan, giving up the opportunity to govern at his side. He had forced Bi-Han's hand, and because of that-

Snow hit his surroundings with violence, ice forming on the ground. Grunting, he forced himself to concentrate. There was no use in mourning traitors, not at all. So, he kept his stance and put more effort into his exercise.

Taking a turn to shift the direction of the breeze, he faced the window of his old shared chambers and furrowed his eyebrows. The image of Tomas watching him from inside the manor haunted him. The kid's eyes were full of admiration, of annoying awe.

Bi-Han muttered to himself and created a wall of ice to prevent himself from looking in that direction again.

Tomas wasn't his kin, so why did he care? Clenching his fists, he covered the place in frost.

Bi-Han only had two hours left to complete his training. He was confident he could do it as now he was The Grandmaster proving himself worthy, and his fears and weaknesses had long left him.

He just wished his brothers had seen the truth he so insistently tried to teach them, but they took a stance by defying their vows. They had decided to defy Him. And he would no longer tolerate disrespect, even if it implied bloodshed.

No regrets. Bi-Han had sacrificed enough.

His nation came first.

He lifted his hand with strength, forming an ice ball, ready to deliver a blow to the ground when

"It's cold outside, Bi-Han."

He stopped what he was doing as his breath hitched.

It was his late mother's voice.

It didn't make any sense.

Bi-Han was frozen with shock and couldn't bring himself to turn around and face her, gritting his teeth as he shook his head, convincing himself it was not real.

"What are you trying to prove?" She approached him while her hands ran through his arms, looking concerned, quickly reaching for her coat and placing it on her son's shoulders.

Bi-Han trembled terrified. Discarding the coat immediately.

His mother sighed, "Bi-Han," He turned his back on her "Look at me." His heart raced, denying himself the opportunity to see her face again. She cupped his face. They stared at each other for a solid minute, Bi-Han's jaw clenched as he struggled to keep himself composed.

He might take himself too seriously and hold himself to unreachable standards.

But she saw right through him, a pale, shivering kid trying to act tough.

"Did you seize the opportunity as soon as you saw it?"

"Yes," The cryomancer answered curtly, inflating his chest with pride but was only met with her stern gaze.

"But you once again acted prematurely."

"I did what had to be done."

His mother studied him, his coldness, his unease, and overall his inability to give up. Consternated, she clenched her fists taking her time not to lecture the man. Her wayward son, whom she loved despite everything.

"Very well. You are Grandmaster now." She matched his energy, not backing down, and gave him a long stare that sent a shiver down his spine. "I know you will do what you can for the clan."

He nodded and shaking the ice off his body, knelt, retrieved the discarded coat, and placed it on her mother.

"Let's go inside," Bi-Han urged, and they walked into the manor. But then he felt a pang in his chest.

Opening his eyes, Bi-Han groaned and sat up from where his head had been buried in the snow. The gardens were completely frozen by his hand.

He rubbed his temples as he tried to recover from the exertion. Instinctively Bi-Han searched for his mother. He realized he had just fabricated the whole thing.

Bi-Han made his way to the manor and prepared some tea, the kettle whistling soon enough. He sat down after drying himself and stared at the empty chair in front of him, sipping his tea silently. After a lot of pondering, he whispered.

"… I cooled down."

There was no response, only silence, which made the joke fall flat. Bi-Han felt embarrassed by his behavior, realizing that it was ridiculous and pathetic. He sighed and placed the cup down, going to his former chambers. It was now an empty room, used on occasion to hold meetings.

He approached the space in which their futons would be placed and smirked. Rolling his eyes when he noticed a sharp line made with a blade on the floor. One he had made once to separate his space from his brothers when he felt them too overwhelming. "What do you mean <your side of the room>?" Tomas had questioned him on that occasion. He scoffed bitterly and walked towards the window.

The window offered a perfect view of the gardens, the place where he had trained for so many years. Bi-Han couldn't help but wonder how often would his brothers spy on him from there.

On the frame, there were countless marks, marks to which he could not attribute other than Tomas. Was he counting the days? He raised an eyebrow.

The ambiance became too much to handle. Those two had lost everything for their idiotic loyalty to Lord Liu Kang, they had not been able to see. He pressed his hands against the frame and gritted his teeth. Loneliness fueling his rage. He slammed his palm on the wood, freezing it immediately.

He took a hold of himself.

There was no use in idle regret and longing. He walked away and slammed the door shut. Shutting away every emotional bond he had left.

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gamerwoman3d · 1 month

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Pretend I'm Him [pt. 2]

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He shifted into his natural, gravely tiger-purr voice to whisper an answer.

“I can't speak for him on that topic, but for me it's been a long while. A lot longer than Ying Fortress.” he confessed.

...

His natural voice, this close to your soaked cunt, was as terrifying as it was arousing. You opened your eyes and saw too much blue in front of you. He watched your legs tense and your toes curl as he spoke. Your thighs clenched reflexively around the wet spot you'd been hiding.

For Kuai Liang, you'd have already been naked and arching your wetness up to his face to show it off. But for your own grandmaster, you'd never dared to let yourself even consider entertaining a fantasy of him. You'd gone so far as to force yourself to ignore how handsome he is, how strong he is, how erotic he looks and sounds while training. But as always, the thing his voice did to you was impossible to ignore. He continued to use his natural growl.

“You’re tensing up. I hope you're just aroused and not scared to use me. You are in no trouble, still, I promise you,” he comforted you.

“...Can you just say fuck?” you said with a wince.

“...Fuck?” he asked, more as an obedient statement than a question.

“You keep saying ‘use.’ I don't want to ‘use’ you, it sounds icky, it does not sound fun, I do not want to feel like I made anyone feel ‘used,’” you said.

“Ah. I suppose ‘used’ fails to convey how excited I am for it. I do feel aroused by the thought of you using me for your pleasure; it excites me, I would feel desired by it, not exploited. But I also know you, and this leads me to have a concern that you may be too intimidated to fuck me,” he said.

“I kinda am… intimidated, though,” you said.

“Because I'm your grandmaster?” he asked.

“Yeah…” you said.

You allowed all the normal reasons anyone would be nervous about sex to slip from your mind. You didn't need reason; you already made up your mind.

“I doubt that I can stop you from being scared to fuck your grandmaster. But during these moments, I'm not acting as the grandmaster of any clan. I'm just trying to clean up another mess left behind by an idiot. This particular idiot I happen to call brother. And this particular mess will be the only mess of his that I actually enjoy rectifying, because rectifying this mess means I get to be your fucktoy. Stay afraid to fuck your grandmaster, if that fear serves you. But I'm not your grandmaster right now; right now I'm just your fucktoy. Don't be afraid to fuck your fucktoy.”

Maybe it gets you off to hear it but you can’t tell him how much it excites you. He tongued the roof of his mouth suggestively before he spoke.

“Do you still want kisses?” he asked, mimicking Kuai Liang.

You answered by closing your eyes, relaxing into his touch, and loosening your clothes. You undid hooks and buttons and zippers, encouraging him to get you naked and get to the goods. He crooned as he stripped your clothes away a layer at a time. Your pants slipped down beneath your butt, pulled by strong hands. To keep from sliding out of the chair as he pulled the fabric from beneath you, you dug your nails into the comfortable armrests. You heard his breath hitch, and a low groan of approval, as he uncovered your sopping wet gap.

“Were you drowning in your own unfulfilled desires this entire time? What thoughts prompted this? What was it that got you so drenched? Tell me.” he asked.

You grabbed his hands and put them on you.

“No, don't ask, just… please?” you whimpered.

“Here?” he asked, “Is this where you want kisses?”

He slid two fingertips along the outline of your slit, exposing the puffy pink clit. It was easy enough to imagine Kuai Liang speaking to you and touching you this way, but part of your excitement grew from knowing exactly whose hand now threatened to snatch your love away from that traitor.

“It looks swollen. It's swollen, reddening, and feverish. It looks painful. Does it hurt?” he asked.

It didn't, until he asked. Knowing he could see it, stare at it, and judge it, made it throb. You nodded and whimpered, never once opening your eyes.

“Yea a little, but just a little, please, please,” you said, hoping it wouldn't stop him.

“Please, what? You want me to please kiss it better?” he asked.

You spread your legs and arched your back in the chair, biting your lip and whining as you presented your exposed wet pussy to him.

“Please?” You reiterated.

You heard ruffling in front of you. You gathered from the sound that he was undressing, fast. A desire to watch him strip clashed against the nervewracking vulnerability that came with knowing that he, your grandmaster, finally sees how wet and hot and needy you've always been. This internal clash of desires burned your cheeks red.

You screwed your eyes shut to keep from watching him undress. His hands went back to your knees and adjusted your spread to his preferences. Then he pressed his face between your thighs and kissed the wet, hot, swollen bits until your knees shook in his hands.

You only let yourself look down when you realized it feels different. When treating your clit, Kuai's plump lips would kiss against it and massage it, with a sweet light suckling sensation that always felt divine. The sweet, light suckling sensation was similar now, against your overheated, twitching clit. But Bi-han's terse lips constricted around it, held it steady from all sides as he gently glossed it with the tip of his tongue over and over again with the same easy pressure as he used when he kissed. Unlike with Bi-Han’s kisses, he wasn't teasing your lips open; he was coaxing your climax.

This sight was something similar enough to what you had seen before with Kuai Liang: Strong, naked, broad shoulders and long brown hair in a bun, all nestled between your thighs, tempting you to grab hold, caress, touch.

With his lips buried and his nose pressed and bent against your pubic mound, Bi-han more closely resembled Kuai Liang. Bi-Han’s eyes stayed closed until he felt you staring. He looked precious, looked lost in his own enjoyment. But as you looked down to watch him rub his face into your pussy, something changed, and he looked up at you. He flinched, sank his face lower between your legs. The tip of his nose nudged against your clit, and he ducked down to fill the gap with a thrust of his tongue. His face sank down and into you, until it appeared that he wore your slit like a mask.

With this much of his face covered, the resemblance became uncanny. You shuddered all around him, mewling brokenly with the same lack of restraint as you would have used if Kuai Liang's face had truly appeared before you to fill you with his feverish tongue. This vision of Kuai Liang faded the instant you gasped, replaced by a smug glint in the eyes that you recognized as specific to Bi-Han.

The reflexive fear of being “caught” by your grandmaster seemed silly now, with his tongue twitching against your winking entrance. Yet when you closed your eyes from the excitement of being seen like this, the tip of his tongue trailed up, towards the base of your clit. You squinted, letting one eye open to peer down at him. His eyes were fixated on your face. The second your iris was visible, his face sunk back down, and you felt yourself tongued open. You'd close your eyes, he'd take his tongue from your hole and rise up to suckle your clit. You'd peek, and he'd duck down to tonguefuck you. There was a smile in his eyes as you played peekaboo with his visage.

And then he rocked his nose against your clit. You knew it was intentional. His tongue glanced over a stupefyingly sensitive spot inside you. Using the bridge of his nose as a fulcrum, he rocked his face into you. As his nose swished against your clit, he pushed his tongue into that sensitive spot again and again. His Nose grew slick, his face wet with the product of your stupidification.

You dug your nails into the plush arms of the chair to stop yourself from grabbing his head and clawing his bun apart in an attempt to fuck his face until he drowned.

You were certain you couldn’t look back down at the smug glint in those brown eyes without an orgasm ripping through your dirty soul. Split apart over his nose and tongue, after weeks with no action, left you desperate to cum.

“Ah, I want to cum,” you howled brokenly.

He slipped his tongue from you just long enough to answer, but punctuated each word of his answer with nips your clit.

“And… I. Want… You. To. Cum.” he said, each word separated by the quick suckle of your clit.

He wedged his nose back into its slot between your folds, nestled and rocking against your twitching clit. The tip of his tongue plunged back inside to split you open, just enough that the muscle could find that spot and stroke along it. He found it with all the precision of a heat seeking missile.

It took precious few strokes to strike you blind with pleasure. You squealed, shook, and came with a splatter of liquid across his already glistening wet mouth. The flavor made him hum approvingly, and the muffled vibrations from the sound of his low voice shot straight into you.

He continued to hum and rock his face to work you apart on his tongue until the blindness and screeching passed. When you could finally look down your own body at him, fucked out and silently begging him to give you a merciful pause, he held your gaze.

He made you watch his lips suckle your sensitive clit. As he withdrew his face, his hollowed cheeks sucked in to accentuate the high, pretty cheekbones, his puckered lips pulled the solid, swollen clit out and away from your body. His lips pinched down on it and popped off the tip with a tiny slurp, and the clit snapped back into its place within your folds. It gave you a little jolt, and a final shock of pleasure that cut through the haze of your blissed out post-orgasmic state.

He wiped his face. He rose from his place, where he had been submerged between your legs. He drug himself up your shivering body until you were eye to eye with him, and kissed you sensually as your bones rattled beneath him.

“Does it taste better, now?” he asked.

You didn't have the breath to answer him, but God, it didn't taste that different any longer, you thought. The only element missing now was the smoky aftertaste. You found that “you” actually tasted pleasant on him; you were confident that he didn't fake his enjoyment. You wouldn't be shocked to find he developed a taste for your flavor. You closed your eyes and gave in to the urge to suck the flavor off his face while you shivered under him. You chalked it up to your imagination that a faint scent of smoke crept in the room from somewhere as you let yourself envision this as a tender, final farewell moment with Kuai Liang. You expected the message you sent him on your encrypted app would go unanswered forever. Perhaps you'd never truly get a moment of closure with him, but you could still kiss him goodbye in your mind.

“You are really pretty like this,” he said when you finally released his lips.

“Like what?”

“Naked. Shuddering. Blissful. Too content with yourself to be afraid of me,” he murmured.

You looked into his eyes, thought about telling him his eyes were pretty. But you just stared. He stared back. You considered that you might be falling in love. You thought you both might be falling in love. It felt fine. You felt ready to be fully enveloped in his arms. You pulled at his biceps.

“Hold me,” you said.

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yanderestarangel · 6 months

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HEADKANONS MK1 | NEKO!BI HAN | SFW, SOFT EDITION |

TW: fluff, sfw and just bi han being a cute grandmaster.

Oh no... Your feared grandmaster has turned into a neko.

NEKO!BI HAN - Who asked for a spell to get stronger. Bi Han went to ask Shang Tsung for a spell to get stronger, but he missed the spell, and turned Bi Han into a neko - black ears on top of his long hair and a fluffy tail of the same color which moved every time Bi Han became agitated or angry.

NEKO!BI HAN - Who shouted at Shang tsung, "-what the fuck did you do???" Bi Han spoke furiously to the wizard while you stopped your master from killing the wizard. He would look at himself in the mirror, his ears bobbing in rhythm with his tail as you, his most loyal ninja, held back a smile.

NEKO!BI HAN - Who was pissed upon hearing the news about the spell, Shang tsung said that it would take a whole afternoon to find a spell with a reverse effect, but in the meantime you would have to take care of your grand master...

NEKO!BI HAN- Who likes to have his ears rubbed, even if he never admits it, he likes to be pampered and praised by you, who likes you to caress his soft ears, while admiring the fangs that grew in his mouth, he will purr and try to cuddle cuddle in your lap - he totally forgets that he's over six feet tall and extremely heavy because of his muscles - he'll make an angry growl when you ask him to get off of you, while grumbling that he's going to freeze your tongue - he never would, but he just wanted you to let him enjoy the warmth of your lap.

NEKO!BI HAN - Who jumps at you from random places, you can be walking and out of nowhere see a tall shadow high up on the ceiling, then see the figure of sub zero with his ears moving, and after a few seconds he will jump on top of you knocking you down on the ground - you can and definitely will get hurt some of these times.

NEKO!BI HAN - Who forces you to caress his sensitive spots, while he snuggled into your embrace, stretching while purring happily, feeling your fingers on his neck, back and on his fluffy tail, while scratching your bed with his nails, playing with a ball of red thread you had - now it's his - you could stroke under his chin, feeling his rough beard grow as he purred hoarsely, looking at you as he blushed slightly in embarrassment.

NEKO!BI HAN - Who will become more sensitive, while walking with you through the gardens, he would pull your clothing fabric lightly pointing at several black kittens, while looking at you and saying that he looked like them now - an elegant black cat - after minutes he will having some on your shoulders and lap, while smiling slightly.

NEKO!BI HAN - Who sleeps in your bed, being a smaller shell, while you massage his ears and massage his back - his tail will move gracefully with each touch - he will force you to stay there with him, enjoying the warmth of your body only, After all, he is still your grand master. When all this is over, he will pretend that nothing happened, returning to being the dreaded sub zero, but you took several photos of him still as a neko - secretly saving them in a folder on your cell phone.

©𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 2023

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quartzalynlove · 6 months

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Coming Home Injured

Pairing: Liu Kang, Kenshi, Johnny Cage, Raiden, Sub Zero, Scorpion, Smoke, Reptile x fem!reader (separately)

Summary: returning from a mission with a few bad injuries

Warnings: Canon typical violence, some descriptions of bad wounds

A/N: let's see if I can make personalized pet names for each of them without them being cringe. Feedback encouraged. Also if we're gonna keep writing for all 8 of these guys at once it's gonna take a minute for me to post so sorry abt that but more mk1 content is coming

Liu Kang

The two of you sat in silence from the moment you returned home. You had completed the mission, but only by an inch of your life. The image of Liu Kang's concerned face, before you fainted in his arms, was still clear in your head.

Liu Kang assessed your injuries before treating them, trying not to be alarmed by the long, deep gash cut from your side into your abdomen. All the while, that look on his face never faded. You had seen Liu Kang when he was concerned many times, but this was different. That crease between his brows was deeper for some reason. As his hands shook, uncharacteristically, while he cleaned your wound, you finally identified the expression. It was the same one you saw when Kenshi lost his sight on the mission to capture Shang Tsung.

"Darling," your voice was weak as you looked down at him.

Immediately, Liu Kang's eyes shot up at you. With his worry growing, he placed a hand on your thigh.

"My light, please do not exert yourself."

Slowly, your hand took hold of his. Your grip was so weak that Liu Kang could hardly bear it. Instead, he took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles. You felt a shuddering breath against your skin as he pulled away.

"Don't you think you're a bit too concerned?" You asked.

With deep regret, Liu Kang bowed his head, not able to look at what he'd done to you.

"You shouldn't have returned this injured," his low voice started to break. "I shouldn't have—"

You stopped him before he could say another thing, "Lift your head," you told him.

Liu Kang looked up at you, slowly, his breaths still heavy and unsteady.

"You used your judgment as well as you could, and I fulfilled your orders. I came back to you."

Starting to calm, Liu Kang nodded in understanding.

"Not every round of Kombat is easy, but I'll be okay."

Upon seeing your reassuring smile, Liu Kang's breathing finally steadied, and his grip on your hand started to soften.

Kenshi

You winced in pain as Kenshi finished a stitch on a rather brutal injury. If he hadn't gotten to you sooner, the blood loss would have killed you. What you did lose on your staggering trek back home already made you lightheaded. Kenshi insisted on you resting; he made you something to eat and made sure you were drinking water. As you laid on the couch, resting yourself after a tough mission, Kenshi was rubbing your feet. You noticed his clenched jaw and the tight line his lips formed. Part of you wished you could sit up and hold his face, but you didn't want to risk popping a stitch while it was still fresh.

"What's on your mind, Kenshi?"

He turned toward your voice before trying to dismiss you with a shake of his head. "Nothing, my flower. Please try to rest."

"Don't say 'nothing' when it's clearly something, love."

You didn't say anything else, still too out of it to try and coax anything else from him. Thankfully, he wasn't going to make you do the work.

"I should've been there," He said quietly. "If I were there to protect you, you this wouldn't have happened."

Kenshi was such a gentleman, your very own knight in shining armor, but he often piled too much on his plate without noticing. He did know he didn't have to save you every time, didn't he?

A lazy smile graced your face, "Honey, I'm fine." You told him.

"You aren't fine—"

You interrupted, "I'll be fine," you said slowly. "You've patched my wounds, forced food and water down my throat, and you're even keeping me company here and rubbing my feet. You've saved me already, my hero."

Kenshi sighed as your words put him at ease, silently accepting that you were right.

"Besides," you continued. "I'm a big girl; I can handle myself. You should ask Sento to show you the other guy."

As Kenshi started to chuckle, you wore a proud smile before feeling yourself fall asleep on the couch.

Johnny Cage

Johnny was all over the place. While you held onto your side on the couch, he searched the area frantically for God knows what. All you could hear was his half-rambled sentences around.

"Johnny." You tried to get his attention.

He stopped for just a second just to point a finger at you. "Hey, don't move over there. I just gotta..."

As he left again, you let your head fall back, sighing in pain.

"I'm calling Liu Kang." You said.

Something in the kitchen clattered as Johnny shouted. "No, don't call him; I've got this!"

"I've been bleeding on our couch for five minutes!"

Sighing, Johnny came back again and looked at you. In any other circumstance, it would be cute how frantic he was over you. Unfortunately, however, your life was at stake and he was running around the house like the Roadrunner. Finally, Johnny finished assessing your injuries.

"Water," he snapped his fingers. "I'll get you some water."

"Johnny!" You stopped him before he could take off again.

In Johnny's defense, he was very worried. It was written all over his face. As you sighed, you spoke to him very carefully.

"I keep a first aid kit in the bathroom cabinet."

With many understanding nods, Johnny seemed to calm down before heading to the bathroom.

"First aid kit," he said to himself. "Why didn't I think of that?"

Raiden

You didn't know how you were still alive, and if it weren't for Raiden, you'd surely be dead. Once you got through the portal, you tried to make it home to him, but Raiden ended up finding you collapsed on the academy grounds as blood quickly made a pool around your stomach. When you came to, the only sensation you could make out was Raiden's feet striking the ground as he ran with you in his arms. You must have managed to say something because you saw his eyes meet yours before darkness obstructed your vision again

The next time you woke you were somewhere indoors. A bright yellow light blinded you before your eyes could adjust. You felt Raiden squeeze your hand as your head turned.

"You're awake." He gasped.

All you could muster was a faint smile. That searing pain from the gash that opened your stomach still wasn't gone.

"Not for long." You said weakly.

Raiden's face became worried as he inched closer to you from his chair at your side.

"I must keep you awake," he said almost as a plea to you. "I've taken you to the medics, and they said if you wake I couldn't let you close your eyes again."

You whined with a frown. "It hurts, Raiden."

Raiden brought his free hand on top of yours, trying to comfort you with small rubs.

"I know, but I am here. I've got you."

As you looked at Raiden, the pain seemed to lessen. Everything felt warmer as long as you focused on him.

"I bet Shao thought he killed me." You said.

A bright smile appeared on Raiden's face at your decision to stay with him. "He is in for a surprise the next time you meet."

Sub Zero

You were a victim of Bi-Han's cold frustration. Honestly, it agitated you more than the searing pain caused by the cleaning of the open wound across your side.

From the moment you came back to him, limping through the front door with the last of your strength, he didn't utter a sound. You remained in awkward silence as he had you sit on the kitchen counter with your back straight while he patched you up.

As he stitched you up, Bi-Han was moving at a harsh pace. It wouldn't harm your wound, but it was almost more painful than the wound itself. Bi-Han was aware of the sharp breaths you sucked in and pained gasps, but they were no deterrent to quickness.

"Bi-Han," you finally snapped at him.

With a cocked eyebrow, Bi-Han stepped back, eyeing you with such an icy glare and that scowl you thought wasn't welcome in your home.

Your eyes searched his face, hoping to find your lover buried beneath that avalanche, "You're hurting me." You said.

A scoff came from Bi-Han as he attempted to work on you once again. "This can't hurt nearly as bad as your other injuries."

You wouldn't let him come back to you, however, pushing him back with the palm of your hand. "Well, it isn't exactly helping."

Bi-Han folded his arms over his chest. "Do you expect me to coddle you?"

"Some sympathy wouldn't hurt." You spat back.

In disbelief, Bi-Han came back to you, forcing himself into your view. "You want my sympathy for the consequences of your reckless actions? My assistance is enough comfort."

He readied the needle for the next stitch, but before he could jam another hole into you, you took the needle out of his hand.

You didn't look at him as you spoke. "I would rather help myself."

After staring at you for a moment, Bi-Han walked away with a grunt. However, even as he started to leave, your wincing continued. You tried to finish the stitching yourself, but the wound was in such a place that you couldn't reach it without straining the rest of your body. Not to mention aggravating the wound itself.

Bi-Han couldn't bear to watch and listen to you struggle. You were only hurting yourself more. Casting his face down for a moment, Bi-Han exhaled before returning to your side.

Before you could begin another stitch, you felt a cold hand stop the needle.

"The stitching will be ineffective this way."

That growl had left Bi-Han's voice, and his face softened, save the deep crease between his brows. Although his gaze would not meet yours, you gave the needle back to Bi-Han, feeling in the air that his anger had dissipated. As he went to work once again, he was much more gentle, and his work didn't hurt nearly as much. Still, he was very quiet. It was clear he wasn't angry with you anymore, but something still troubled him.

Once the stitch was finished, Bi-Han went to tend to your smaller injuries, remaining so quiet and drawn away from you. As he went to clean a cut on your cheek his eyes remained fixated on the wound, not once glancing towards you. Becoming concerned for him, you stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm.

"Bi-Han," you began turning to face him, but his face turned away. "Will you look at me, sweetheart?"

He couldn't; he was ashamed to do so. Although he should have had better control over himself, Bi-Han lost his temper with you.

"I was worried," he said, his face finally falling. "Seeing you come home in this state concerned me. I'm sorry I let it contort into anger."

With a small smile, you took the side of Bi-Han's face in your hand, fixing it towards you. It melted him a bit to see your face. Even after how he had acted, you still smiled at him.

"I knew of your anger long before we got together," you said. "And while it can be frustrating, that doesn't mean I'm not willing to work through it as long as you are."

Bi-Han leaned into your touch, sighing as he let his eyes close. "Just promise you'll act more carefully on future missions."

Scorpion

Kuai Liang tended to the large gash across the length of the back. The wound was deep and wide, he could hardly fathom how this had happened to you. However, his focus remained on bandaging you before it suffered any infection. Kuai Liang worked gently as he secured the bandages around you, but you dreaded turning back to him. Once you did, you turned away quickly from his gentle face, eager to get away from where his eyes gazed. Confused by this, he stopped you, taking a soft but firm hold of your arm.

"You should let me help with getting you ready for bed. I don't want you exhausting yourself, precious."

You huffed, but couldn't lose your temper with Kuai Liang's warm eyes gazing at you. Still, you snatched your arm back, turning your back to him again.

"I can manage, Kuai Liang." Your tone wasn't exactly angry but somber instead, bringing a confused expression to Kuai Liang's face.

He started to catch up to you again, "Your injuries are very serious, Y/N." He said as a word of caution.

As your jaw clenched, you quickly turned back to Kuai Liang, your tone more serious now. "And I said I can manage."

Suddenly, a sharp pain radiated through your shoulder, causing you to wince and grab at it. You turned too fast. Kuai Liang placed a hand on your shoulder, generating the softest heat to ease the pain.

"Beloved, what is wrong," He said with concern as he turned back in front of you. "It can't just be your injuries making you this upset."

With a soft sigh, you started to break your frustration, letting the sadness you truly felt manifest in your face, "Aren't you disappointed?" You looked up at him.

Kuai Liang's brows furrowed in confusion. Your expression was so sad and apologetic. How could you think he was disappointed?

"In you," he asked in disbelief. "Of course not, precious. Why would I be?"

Gesturing to yourself, you let out a shuddering breath, "Look at me," your voice began to break. "This is no state for a champion to be in after Kombat,"

Kuai Liang felt his heart break; he knew you always held yourself to a status that kept you worthy of the mantle that was Earthrealm's champion, but he hated to see you acting this harshly towards yourself.

As tears started forming in your eyes, you continued. "You and your brothers fight to bring honor to your clan's name; you persist no matter the challenge. How can I be a champion when I haven't done the same for Earthrealm?"

You faced the floor as tears streamed down your cheek, but Kuai Liang wouldn't let you shut yourself out from him again. Lifting your head with his index finger, Kuai Liang started wiping your tears as his hands cradled your face.

"Beloved," his voice was soft as he spoke to you. "You accepted your challenge and fought with all you had. Honor isn't about winning but fighting valiantly in the name of your clan. By engaging in Kombat for the glory of Earthrealm and its champions, you have brought honor. For that, I am proud of you as I always am."

As your tears slowed, Kuai Liang gazed into your eyes with a nod of understanding. Once you nodded back, he planted a kiss on top of your head.

Smoke

Tomas hadn't left your side since you returned home last night, and though he tried his best to conceal it, you could feel how worried he was. All of your wounds were patched up, and you were starting to feel better, but he still insisted on doing every little thing for you. It was sweet; you knew how much he cared for his loved ones, especially you, but he did know you'd be okay, right?

By the time you had woken up, Tomas was in the shower, and you were starving. It wasn't going to strain you to cook breakfast, so that's what you went to do.

You had just begun cooking when Tomas came out of the shower. When he returned to your bedroom and found the bed to be empty, he froze in fear. Frantically, he hurried around the house, looking for you. It didn't take him long to reach the kitchen where you were cooking at the stove.

"What are you doing out of bed, my love?"

You turned to see Tomas' concerned face. Smiling, in hopes you would put him at ease, you gestured to the pan of bacon on the stove.

"Cooking," you answered him. "I'm hungry; I bet you are too."

With a small frown, Tomas sighed softly as he leaned against the island, "I could've handled this." He said.

As you turned back to the stove, you nodded. "Yes, but you were in the shower. Besides, I felt like cooking."

You could hear Tomas grumbling behind you as he came closer. Suddenly, he put his hand on top of yours, trying to take the pan from you.

"I'd much prefer it if you stayed in bed, my love."

Tightening your grip, you looked back at him. "I've been in bed since yesterday evening, let me cook us breakfast."

By this point, Tomas didn't know what to do other than pout disapprovingly, but you weren't going to have it.

"Tomas," you called him. "Look at me."

With a sigh, he listened, backing up to eye you before you explained your instruction.

"I'm doing better. It's not like I'm going to fall over at the stove."

He tried to interrupt, "You don't—" But you silenced him with a hand on the center of his chest.

You continued softly. "Go sit down and wait for your food."

The two of you shared a brief look before you closed your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you. Once he did, you opened your eyes to Tomas walking to sit at the table.

Reptile

You hissed as Syzoth finished a stitch on your shoulder.

"I know it hurts, but we're almost done." He tried to calm you.

Usually, you tried to fight him when he patched you up, but you came home in pretty rough shape. The only complaining you could manage was in the form of winces and grunts. Syzoth never really minded, though. If anything you reminded him of his younger siblings when they'd hurt themselves playing.

"There," He said, putting the needle down. "You'll be fine in a few days."

As Syzoth looked at you with a soft face, you couldn't help feeling a small sense of shame.

"I'm sorry." You apologized, playing with your hands in your lap.

Syzoth tilted his head at you. "For what?"

"I can be so stubborn when you're only trying to help."

An incredulous slithering laugh started to leave Syzoth at your words, confusing you a bit. Putting your hands in his, Syzoth looked into your eyes.

"Firefly, I have faced much worse than you upset about getting a few stitches. As long as you're okay, you can bicker and grunt at me all you like."

Syzoth kissed you on the forehead before leading you to the bed.

"I never did ask how your opponent ended up." He looked over at you.

With a proud smile, you answered him. "Let's just say if I was injured the same, would have done more than bicker at you."

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thisonehere · 4 months

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The Lin Kuei boys get jealous after you get flowers from another man

Mk1 Headkanons

C/w: Yandere tropes, jealousy, toxic relationship, G/n reader, mentions of violence, stalking, these men being unreasonable and irrational lol

Bi-Han

The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei has never been affectionate, especially when it came to you. But while saying that, he hated the idea of someone else showing you affection or even making you happy. The idea of another (especially a man) putting a smile on your face, giving you a warm feeling inside, even making you laugh, burned him.

So when someone (Maybe some member of the Lin Kuei or even Johnny Cage) works up the courage to give you a nice bouquet, he rages.

You can feel his eyes burn a hole into the back of your head as you graciously receive the gift and thank the man.

You smile and giggle causing Bi-Han to shake with rage. The final straw was when he saw your face, or what was on your face. Blush, you were blushing. Bi-Han's mind begins to race. Why are you blushing? Does he make you happy? Happier than when you are with him? Did you prefer this man to him?

Without even thinking anymore he attacks the man, punching him so hard that his teeth are scattered all over the floor. He pummels him with no mercy and not a single sign of stopping. It takes you and a few other Lin Kuei to finally rip him off the poor man.

You drag him home but this isn't the end of it. "What is wrong with you?" "YOU and you whoring ways." before you know it, you're arguing, neither of you shows any sign of relenting. Soon the arguing turns into a screaming match, and things get so heated to the point that Bi-Han punches a wall leaving a massive dent.

Tears stream down your face as you yell at him to get out. For a moment his eyes soften and grow wide with hurt and shock, but immediately harden as he turns and slams the door behind him, basically breaking the door and the wall. Leaving you there alone crying.

Time passes, minutes become hours, hours become days, days, become weeks, and you and Bi-han haven't talked to each other. Whenever you see each other you quickly look away, refusing to even make eye contact with the man. You don't see it, but Bi-Han is hurt by this, but he buries it down and puts on his usually stern face.

Finally, it all ends one night when you hear someone knocking at your door. You open it to find Bi-Han, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are puffy and red, he's trying his best to keep it together but it's obvious that he'll break at any second.

"I'm... Sorry." He forces out his mouth, this is something hard for him to do. He'd rather be fighting Liu Kang than be facing you right about now. "You mean so much to me, I don't want to lose you..." he admits.

He then gets onto his knees and prostrates himself before you. After a few moments, you sigh and let him back inside.

Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang has never hidden his love for you, he'd show it every chance he got. He'd buy you gifts and send you poems spouting his eternal devotion to you, and more stuff like that. He feels confident in this relationship and your feelings for him.

So when that man comes up to you and gives you flowers, he isn't the least bit jealous... well, that's what he wants to believe.

It bothers him the way you smile at receiving the gift, you laugh and even blush. What are you doing, he thinks to himself. Why are you acting like this? Does his gifts make you act this way? Aren't you happy with him? Isn't he enough for you?

He forces a smile onto his face and tries to retain his composure. He then finds the opportunity and interjects, saying something like you need to go because of an emergency.

Afterwards, he will do everything in his power to make you happy. Do you want flowers? Fine, he'll find the most beautiful and exotic ones the realms could offer. He'll make multiple gestures to display his affection, hoping that you'll return it.

But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter how many times you tell him you love him, he will see that bouquet of flowers that you still keep and jealousy and insecurity consume him.

One day, he'll see the flowers in the pot you specifically chose for it and just stare at them. Before he can even top and think, he grabs the pot and throws it to the ground. He stomps at it and even uses his power to burn it to ashes.

Of course, all this ruckus gets your attention and you rush in and find Kuai Liang hitting the ground where the flowers were. Its ground is broken and charged by his spontaneous and reckless actions.

"What are you doing?!" You shout, both confused and even scared by this. Kuai's head shoots up realizing you're in the room. "Y/n, I didn't...You...I... I'm sorry." He turns and rushes out of the room.

For the next few weeks, Kuai will avoid you at all costs. Too ashamed of himself to face you after what he did. Every time you try to talk to him he quickly gets away. You don't understand why he's acting like this, did you do something? Does he hate you?

Finally, you can corner him. You try to talk to him, ask him what's wrong. Kuai rushes past you and attempts to quickly get away from you, but he stops when he hears a sniffling noise. He turns and sees you crying. It was then he finally realised how much he was hurting you. He hated himself even more now, he was so busy thinking about himself that he didn't even stop to think about how his actions were affecting you.

He walks back up to you and holds you. "I-I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you. Those flowers... they...it doesn't matter anymore. I love you." He says as he pulls you in and tightly holds you.

Tomas Vrbada

Tomas was and always has been insecure about the relationship. He's constantly scared that you'll one day leave him. You were the most beautiful and wonderful thing to happen to him, how could he not worry that things were too good to be true. It didn't help that he knew about all the others that desired you. He already lost his family, he couldn't lose you as well.

When you are offered flowers by that man, Tomas does everything he can to maintain his composure as you smile and laugh as you happily receive the gift. He watches as you continue your conversation with the man, he feels strange urges come over him. The urge to rip the flowers from out your hands and stomp them to pieces, the urge to beat the man to a bloody pulp, the urge to...what was happening to him?

Quickly he interjects into the conversation and insists that you have to go. You leave and Tomas tries to stop thinking about what just happened. But the way you are smiling at the bouquet so fondly it makes him go mad.

For the next few weeks nothing happens, Tomas seems off though. You ask what's wrong but he insists that everything is fine. So you don't think much about it, if Tomas wants to talk to you about it he will. And continue on with your daily routines...unaware that Tomas is following you.

Everywhere you go, he's too far behind. He keeps to the shadows, using powers to help him hide from you. He has to see everything you do, everywhere you go, every person you talk to. He loves you, but he can't seem to trust you for the life of him.

You realize something's wrong when Kuai comes to you and reveals that Tomas hasn't been fulfilling his tasks and duties. You immediately start to get concerned. He's been very distant lately, does this have anything to do with it? Why was he acting strange? Why won't he talk to you about it? You try to catch him before he leaves and talk to him. But seems to avoid you like the black plague and rushes out of the house.

You sigh and go on with the rest of your day. But since Kuai told you this news, you've seemed to become on edge for no reason. You become paranoid that someone is following you. As you make your way through your daily routine, you see the very same man who gave you the flowers and happily go to him and have a conversation.

Tomas watches you two talk and he feels an anger rise up in him. The way you two chatted so happily like you were in love, Tomas couldn't take it any more and spring from the shadows and confront you. "I-I can't believe you, was nothing we had special?!"

You didn't understand what was happening, Tomas suddenly appeared and he was yelling at you. Screaming at the man and chasing him away. He admits to following you and is grateful that he did, seeing how familiar you are with other men.

"Y-You were stalking me?" You suddenly yelled back. Hearing you say, Tomas realizes quickly how insane he was acting. His cheeks flush as his once confident form shrinks into an awkward one. "Oh gods, Y/n, I'm so sorry. I-" but before he can finish, you turn your back on him and you walk away, leaving him there all alone.

Weeks go by as you avoid him, you don't come home, and you don't speak Kuai either, it's like you disappeared off the face of the planet. These were some of the loneliest weeks Tomas has ever experienced in his life, he couldn't eat he could sleep, and he couldn't even build up the strength to get out of bed. What was even the point? Without you, life didn't have much meaning.

You finally build up the courage and come back home, hoping for some closure and to settle things. Tomas immediately swings open the door and ushers you inside. He is quick to start apologizing, he is in a desperate state. He even starts to break down and cry.

This pathetic display moves you, you admit that you missed him. You embrace each other and cry in each other's arms. "I'm so sorry, please don't leave me," he begs.

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keenzinemugstudent · 11 months

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Sonya I understand now I truly do understand 😳

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koisuko · 5 months

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ask, and you shall receive ♥ @engie-main

Tw: none, fluffy, slight spoilers, fem reader

What it would be like as the Lin Kuei's youngest sister

Being the youngest daughter, you were often treated like a baby, even if you were a full grown adult.

Your father, when he was alive, had very little faith in your abilities, nothing you did was enough to earn is approval. Even when you had developed magic, much like your brothers, his face showed no sign of pride.

You often clung onto Kuai Liang in particular, like your life depended on it, as he provided a safe environment to vent on your frustrations. He never disagreed or belittled you for your feelings, placing a reassuring hand on your back as you sobbed beside him in emotional turmoil from your father’s lack of care.

Surprisingly, despite how cold he is, Bi-han kept you close and under his wing. He secretly wished you would come to him instead of Kuai Liang, wanting so desperately to be close with his younger sister, even though emotions were jumbled for him as well. He often envied his brother’s ability to comfort you, wishing he had the emotional intelligence to calm your nerves.

When Tomas entered the picture, you were glued to his hip. Everyday you woke up to mess with your brothers together, training together, and even opting to share a bed most nights due to nightmares. You had someone to relate to the younger sibling status, and it felt refreshing.

On missions, Bi-han often made it a point to have you by his side at all times, checking on you if you were to separate as if you were delicate without his protection. In truth, it sometimes annoyed you in how overly protective he was, how he watched over you like a hawk especially after your parents died. You knew that he cared, in his own way, but it made you feel as if he didn’t believe in your ability to fend for yourself without him.

“Who harmed you?” He would ask, his voice dark and laced with internal rage when you would return with any injuries from your prior mission. He would be too busy searching for your attacker to tend to your wounds, instead Kuai Liang would take that place while Tomas provided support while you grimaced in pain.

Not to say they weren’t just as concerned, but they were much more collected than their older brother, and knew that nothing could stand in his way when his protective rage took over.

Don’t even get started on crushes or potential love interest, your older brothers were intimidating to everyone, scaring away any potential suitors from even glancing in your direction. When Johnny Cage decided to hit on you, Bi-han sent him a swift punch to the face, “stay away from him, he is beneath you.”

When Bi-han betrayed his family, his clan, you were distraught to say the least. You knew he had a lot of inner struggles, especially with the treatment of him from your father, but you never thought he would act this drastically. Hearing he was the actual aid in your father’s death was even more disturbing, you felt your stomach churn at the thought.

It was overwhelming, on one hand you could understand why Bi-han is the way he is, wanting to give in to his pleas to join him in the rebuilding of the Lin Kuei despite the obvious corruption. On the other, you knew he was wrong in everything he had planned, you knew he was throwing morality out the window in his search for power, and betrayed not only you but the entire idea of the clan. You were being tugged between your torn family, both sides gripping on to you as if to tip the balance.

It eventually proved too much, causing you to disappear and stay in hiding with Lord Liu Kang. He was the only one you knew and trusted outside of your brothers, he promised confidentiality and kept you away from the war between your brothers.

When you eventually did reveal yourself, you refused to join either clan. Instead remaining solo under the guidance of Liu Kang, still occasionally visiting Tomas and Kuai Liang over tea.

Your brothers remained completely understanding of your decision, thinking it best to keep you out of this. Even Bi-han left you be, he would never admit it, but you were the last person he ever wanted to harm, and not a night goes by where he does not wonder if you are safe from the never ending battle of brothers.

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[MK X READER] New Era - Chapter .002

Woot Woot, got motivation to type out chapter 2 quick :D

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FROM THE EYES OF ONE WHO WITNESSED A TEST

Fengjian was a simple, but prosperous town.

Walking into the village, you did not need to wear the robes like Liu Kang did. After all, you weren’t as well known- nor did your eyes glow like the fire god’s. You took in the simplicity of the town, breathing in deeply as you closed your eyes for a moment to take in the atmosphere.

“It has been some time since we have come here last.” Liu Kang spoke, causing you to open your eyes. You nodded, chuckling at the memory. Typically, Madam Bo goes to you whenever you are to meet up. But the last time you were here you remember fondly of the atmosphere the teahouse provided.

It was at times like those you longed for more, even if just for a moment, a town to call home. It wasn’t as if you disliked the fire temple, you adored it. It was always so tranquil. and the company there wasn’t anything to complain about.

It’s just that…you felt like an outcast, at times.

It’s nothing that anyone else has done to you, it’s just that you didn’t feel like you belonged in a community quite like a town would. You cherished the friendships you had, you just wished that the friends you had were around more often.

If only you could beckon the Lin Kuei like Liu Kang, maybe then you could have some of those friends around more often.

“Yes, it has been.” You agreed, snapping out of your train of thought to reply to Liu Kang, who seemed to have been watching you for a response. You’ve been spacing out more and more lately. You didn’t want to concern the fire god, after all.

It was nearing sunset, and you watched the farmers toil within the fields, trying to get the last of the harvest done. You noted two figures in the distance, both hat wearers. You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling a slight headache incoming. They seemed to be discussing something, and you were all too curious what it was. Suddenly, you watched as the two began to work frantically.

Odd, but you found amusement in their antics. You looked over to see Liu Kang observing you with his piercing glowing eyes.

“Are you feeling unwell?” He inquires, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort. He must have noticed the small grimace you had worn when you had first felt the beginnings of a headache. You nodded and waved him off.

“I’m fine, I must have a headache due to not eating before our travel here.” You explained. A small voice in the back of your head was whispering that was not the reason, but you brushed it off. Better not to think about it and to worry about something you could not control. “I’m looking forward to whatever Madam Bo makes.”

There was a wary look on Liu Kang’s face, and you watched as he opened his mouth to speak before nodding. You felt bad, he seemed concerned. He shouldn’t be though.

The two of you stepped into Madam Bo’s, and immediately you were hit with a wave of fresh, delicious smelling food and tea. You felt your stomach growl. Liu Kang, from the corner of your eye, watched you with what you could surmise was amusement. You watched with eager eyes as Madam Bo herself came over.

“It’s been too long.” She cooed at you, looking fondly at you as if you were her own child. You blinked in surprise, letting out a surprised laugh as she pulled you in for a hug. You reciprocated happily. She pulled back and held your arms, looking up at you. “Have you been keeping up with your training?” She interrogated, raising an eyebrow at you. She looked over to Liu Kang to nod at him, who bowed slightly.

“Yes, yes.” You replied, laughter imbued in your words as you nodded, grinning at her. “I’ve been sure to keep up, otherwise I knew you’d chew me out.” You watched as the elderly woman nodded in approval, muttering under her breath on how you were much better than some people. “I’ve been looking forward to eating your cooking.”

“And I’ve been looking forward to cooking for the both of you.” Madam Bo quipped with a pleased smile. She patted your arm before letting go and leading the both of you to a table more off to the side. You took your seat across from Liu Kang who settled in easily. “This should provide an adequate view of the exam.”

“Excellent.” Liu Kang said as he seemed to eye an empty table in particular. Madam Bo walked away as Liu Kang returned his gaze to you. “I had almost forgotten how dear Madam Bo holds you to her heart.” He commented, a small amused smile on his lips. You let out a laugh as you waved him off.

“I’m always surprised too, but I’m glad.” You thanked the waiter who scurried by, dropping off drinks for the both of you. You cradled the cup in your hands, and you watched as Liu Kang gracefully poured himself some tea. “I’m excited to see how the two examinees do, but I’m a bit more interested to see how the three can do well as thugs.” You lifted the cup up and took a long sip. “Honestly, it’s hard to imagine Tomas and Kuai Liang being intimidating.”

“You may find that they might surprise you.” Liu Kang replied, an amused tone in his voice. He, too, lifted up his own cup and drank the tea he had. You had never seen the rehearsal that the trio did, wanting to keep it a surprise for yourself. “I think you’ll find that you will be entertained, at the very least.” You nodded, feeling excitement buzz through you.

“I’ll trust your judgement.” You grinned back. In almost no time, Madam Bo arrived back with dishes a plenty, and you had to hold back drool. For what felt like the millionth time today, Liu Kang watched your reaction with some type of amusement. “Thank you, Madam Bo.” You said as you eyed one of the dishes in particular that had become your favorite.

“Anything for you two.” Madam Bo pat your shoulder with a proud smile before leaving. You grinned at Liu Kang as you reached for the food you craved. Liu Kang chuckled as he grabbed some food for himself. This was nice.

This was nothing unusual, Liu Kang often accompanied you during dinner. But it was always a delight to share in his company. You blinked as you felt your fingers brush Liu Kang’s as you reached for a dish. Your fingers twitched as his withdrew after a moment, and you noted how warm his fingertips felt.

For just the briefest of moments, you wondered how the whole of his hand felt. Was it also that same comforting warmth?

“The two examinees are here.” Liu Kang alerted you, snapping you out of your stupor. You perked up and turned around. First, you recognized the two as the two farmers you had seen out in the fields. Then, you felt your head pulse with pain as your vision focused on their faces.

A man with a razor brimmed hat, and a god with the powers of lightning entered your mind.

You winced, and you heard Liu Kang’s voice vaguely, but you didn’t register what he was saying. You were too focused on trying to sort the memories that were bubbling to the surface. You stared at them as the two followed Madam Bo, blissfully unaware of the intense stare the both of you were sending the duo.

“Are you alright?” The fire god inquired, tacking on your name at the end as he spoke, alerting you. You blinked, a few memories of a life that was not your own disappearing and being replaced with two names: Kung Lao and Raiden.

You turned back. For a moment, you were surprised to see concern so explicit on Liu Kang’s face. His hand hovered yours, before it settled upon it. His thumb brushed over the back of yours in a soothing way.

His hand was just as warm as you had imagined.

“Yeah.” You managed to get out, averting your eyes as you tried to not think about how comforting the warmth of his hand was. You paused, considering how truthful to be to Liu Kang. “Just…memories.” You said, knowing those words alone would clue Liu Kang in enough on what was happening. You looked back at him, and you read his expression.

Was that…surprise?

“I see.” He says, lifting his hand away from yours, but not before he squeezed yours one last time. You tried not to think about why you instantly mourned the loss of his warmth. “If you need to step out for air, best do it now before the exam begins.” The fire god warns, knowing how much you wanted to watch the exam.

“I’ll be fine.” You replied, sending Liu Kang a smile and nodding. You watched as the duo strode to the front of the restaurant, engaging in what seemed to be playful banter before getting into fighting stances. You watched in surprise as the duo sparred. “How bold of them to fight within the restaurant.” You muttered, yet the voice in your head was whispering on how this behavior seemed to be in line with…Kung Lao?

Huh?

Regardless of your confusion, the one your mind deemed as Kung Lao quickly came out as the victor. Claps and cheers echoed through the teahouse. Enthusiastically, you joined them, grinning. Kung Lao basked in the glory, bowing. Your mind pulsed as you remembered the man with the same face also cockily pose and accept his own victory in a similar way.

“Madam Bo, so far, has taught the two of them well.” Liu Kang commented as he watched the two return to their table. You nodded in agreement, eagerly getting back to the food you had temporarily forgotten about. “We must see if that practice applies to a scenario.”

Minutes flew by as Liu Kang and you finished your meal, but the show had just begun. The two of you waited as the two farmers finished their own meal, one of them much more hungry than the other. You held back a chuckle at how much he ate, and how enthusiastically it was.

You held back a gasp as you saw Smoke strode in. You bit your lip to hold back the chuckle that threatened to leave your lips. Seeing him try to emulate a thug was so…unusual. It was almost comical. You covered your mouth with your hand, hiding your smile. You glanced at Liu Kang to see his expression, but he was already staring at you.

You weren’t quite sure why, nor were you quite sure what sparked the warmth that bloomed in your chest upon realizing this.

“Madam Bo! The Lin Kuei await your answer.” Smoke called out, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned back, noting how unusual the tone of voice Tomas was using. You wondered if he had practiced it. You were definitely going to tease him later about this. You noticed how a few more of the Lin Kuei arrived, all holding themselves in an intimidating manner.

Madam Bo dismissed Smoke, walking away. You noticed the duo talk amongst themselves, and they seemed perplexed about the scenario. You couldn’t blame them. Smoke then quickly followed her, and from what you heard, he was apparently trying to threaten her into paying up for protection. You let out a snort as you adjusted how you sat so you could comfortably watch.

You were definitely reminding him of this later.

Smoke nodded to the other Lin Kuei, and you watched as ruckus occurred. You idly sipped your drink along with Liu Kang. The Lin Kuei knew very well to avoid the two of you. You even sent a glance to a random Lin Kuei who even nodded in your direction subtly.

The perks of being a companion of a god, you supposed.

Your jaw dropped as you saw Madam Bo begin to fight Tomas before she was sent flying over the railing. You swiveled your head and leaned over the table to whisper to Liu Kang.

“You did not tell me Madam Bo was going to be thrown over the second floor railing!” You hissed out in surprise, and Liu Kang chuckled over your shock.

“That would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?” He replied simply, smiling before nodding in the direction of the two you were supposed to be watching. You turned around, watching as the duo ran up to fight off the Lin Kuei. Kung Lao in particular was fighting off Smoke.

“I have to admit, I admire their tenacity.” You murmur to Liu Kang, noting the technique Kung Lao was using. It felt all too familiar, and although you weren’t quite certain why, the way he fought pulled at your heartstrings. You watched as the two “took down” the group of assassins before trying to walk away to go down help Madam Bo.

Quickly, you noticed Sub Zero emerge from the rooftop, seeming ready to become the duo’s next obstacle. He shot a blast of ice down to alert them, and you took another sip of your drink. You’d have to tease Bi-Han on how he played the villain, perhaps, too well.

Scorpion entered, swinging his spear around to appear intimidating himself. You attention returned to Sub Zero trying to throw an ice ball their way, and you noticed how he lobbed it much slower than usual so they had time to dodge.

If only he went this easy on you during training years ago. You still had bruises from how harsh he was on you.

Sub Zero warns them to leave, but the duo stubbornly decide to stay. Amazed, you watched as Bi-Han jumped down to tackle Raiden. You winced. Bi-han never half assed anything it seemed. This left Kung Lao to fend off Scorpion. Although the Lin Kuei were pulling their punches, you were pleasantly surprised to see the techniques that Madam Bo had taught the two men were shining through.

Scorpion was now down.

You watched as Raiden climbed up to the second floor, then Sub Zero quickly followed by jumping up, quicking Raiden into a man at the bar. You raised an eyebrow and looked at Liu Kang. Everyone else aside from you two were supposed to evacuate for the safety of everyone.

“I suppose he is too…drunk to have remembered.” Liu Kang explained, though he seemed a bit perplexed himself, an expression you were not used to see on his face. Either way, you noticed the graceful way the cryomancer managed to dodge Raiden’s strikes and disarm him without getting the drunkard involved.

You held back a chuckle as you saw Kung Lao toss his hat towards Sub Zero. You felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you, and you saw a vision of a more experienced Kung Lao tossing his signature hat towards an enemy, decapitating it.

You really needed to sort out these memories.

You weren’t certain whether Bi-Han was actually irritated or not as he engaged battle with Kung Lao, but it didn’t take long for Kung Lao to take him down.

You were impressed, and it seemed that Liu Kang was pleased as well at the duo’s performance.

Kung Lao and Raiden rushed over to aid Madam Bo, and Liu Kang stood up. You followed suit, knowing that the test was done. You heard Madam Bo declare that she wasn’t quite dead yet as you followed Liu Kang downstairs.

You noted the destruction of the teahouse, and briefly wondered just who was going to repair this.

As the two of you descended the steps, Liu Kang lowered his hood. You looked towards the farmer boys, and managed to make eye contact with both of them. Your headache was strong, but not strong enough to summon any memories it seemed.

“So, Madam Bo, are they ready?” Liu Kang inquired, looking towards a casual Madam Bo who was smoking. It was as if she never had been tossed over a railing. You stifled a laugh. She was resilient for an old lady.

“A bit thick in the head perhaps…” Madam Bo began, gesturing to the two. You bit your lip to hide a smile as you noticed the offended look the duo exchanged. “But they are ready.” She admitted, nodding.

“His eyes are glowing.” Raiden marveled, and you felt your heart squeeze at the comment. You were granted a vision of a much older looking version of Raiden who had glowing eyes.

“I am Lord Liu Kang, God of Fire and Protector of Earthrealm.” Liu Kang introduced himself. You were hit by nostalgia, vaguely reminded of the way he had tried to introduce himself to you years ago when you had first stumbled upon the Fire Temple.

“God? Earthrealm? And who’s your…companion?” Kung Lao inquired, perplexed before he gestured to you.

“I’m simply Lord Liu Kang’s companion, not a god.” You said, after introducing yourself to the duo. You bowed their way, feeling a bit pleased to have been noticed enough to have to introduce yourself to them. You gestured to Liu Kang. “I would advise you both to listen to him closely, Lord Liu Kang will explain many of your questions.”

“Madam Bo has been preparing you for this moment since you were boys.” Liu Kang informed them as he crossed his arms. Madam Bo nodded proudly, a soft smile on her face. It was the same look she sent you when she had aided you in some training years ago. “Today, you have proven worthy of joining my champions.” He proclaimed as he strode closer to the two.

“This fight was- a test?”

“Of your ability and character, yes.” Liu Kang confirmed. Kung Lao crossed his arms, seeming to mull over the situation. Raiden was also letting it all sink in, though his expression was much more readable than the former’s. “Bi-Han, Kuai Liang.”

The teahouse came to life as the Lin Kuei got up from their slumped over positions. You watched as Smoke stood above, watching you all with the rest of the Lin Kuei from the railing. The two brothers, meanwhile, strode downstairs by your side. Bi Han stood to your left.

You pursed your lips as you looked at the wound that Kung Lao had left from the chakram he had thrown. You’d have to patch him up later.

“So these two aren’t thugs?” Kung Lao inquired, gesturing to the two assassins who stood beside you. He sounded in disbelief, and you couldn’t blame him. Despite the fact that you’d be poking fun at the trio of brothers later, you had to admit they were pretty good at acting.

“The Lin Kuei are a centuries old clan dedicated to Earthrealm’s defense.” Liu Kang explained, and you found yourself naturally nodding to his words.

“You keep on saying Earthrealm. Don’t you mean Earth?” Raiden interrupted, a confused look on his face. His face was so innocent looking, it fit that he also had a sense of naivety as well.

“You boys have so much to learn.” Madam Bo said, a tone of amusement in her voice as she looked at the two.

“Earth is only a part of Earthrealm.” Liu Kang explained, just as patient as he was with you when you unraveled your jumbled memories together. You’ve always admired that about him. “Earthrealm itself is one of many realms. Together they comprise the whole of the universe.” The god explained.

Other realms…You felt a twinge of excitement and anxiety within yourself.

Soon. The tournament was months away.

“The realms can be fierce, bitter rivals.” The older woman explained as she walked in front of the farmer boys to look at them. “That’s why we need champions to defend ours.” She continued, gesturing to Liu Kang as she did so.

“The time draws near for the grand martial arts tournament between Earthrealm and the realm of Outworld.” The fire god continued, picking up from where Madam Bo left off. “Held once each century, it allows each realm to demonstrate its strength. While our realms are at peace, there are Outworlders who would prefer us to be at war. Our victory in the tournament will…temper their zeal.”

“I’ve taught you everything I can.” Madam Bo piped up. “You must finish your training with Lord Liu Kang and his companion.” You blinked in surprise, sending a subtle glance towards Liu Kang. He did not seem to notice, and you made a note to ask about it later.

You? Be a mentor for this tournament when you were an amnesiac who might not even originate from Earthrealm?

You knew Liu Kang often commended your fighting prowess, but still, the idea of being one of the people in charge of training them…You weren’t sure what to make of it. You caught the gaze of Kuai Liang who seemed to nod at you as if to congratulate you.

Did everyone else know about this?

“More training?” Kung Lao seemed exasperated. He gestured to the two brothers. “Those two couldn’t even defeat us.” He scoffed, cockily.

Bi-Han scoffed, and you glanced at him. Madam Bo chuckled, though her laughter was much more light hearted than the offended scoff from Sub Zero. At Kung Lao’s confused look, she explained.

“They were pulling their punches.”

“Had we not held back, you would have not survived.” Bi-Han informed them, sending Kung Lao in particular a sharp glare. He stepped forward to emphasize his point. Sensing the looks from others, you huffed as you pulled him back, grabbing his arm. It was cold, like usual. Bi-Han’s head swiveled back to send you an instinctual glare.

Like usual though, his temper seemed to calm a bit as you sent him a warning look. Irritable as he was, he was not illogical.

“Come.” Liu Kang said, smoothly glossing over the interruption. “The monks at the Wu Shi Academy await to continue your tutelage.” He invited them, sending them a warm smile.

“I am ready, Lord Liu Kang.” Kung Lao immediately accepted, bowing to the god. You smiled. A bit cocky, but he was eager and enthusiastic. Although hesitant at first, you watched as Madam Bo convinced Raiden to leave Fengjian to join.

“Excellent.” Liu Kang said, looking between the two farmer boys. He looked back to you and gestured to you before himself. “We shall join you soon. First, there are other champions we must gather.” He declared. He then nodded to the others.

Everyone took this as dismissal, and began to disperse.

“Not yet, Bi-Han.” You warned as your grip on his arm tightened. You felt his arm grow colder, a sign he was irritated. You ignored the pointed look he sent you as you let go and reached into a pocket of your clothes. From it, you extracted a small medical set you carried with you. “I want to get this patched up before you all disappear on me.” You muttered as you began to patch up the cut.

“This is unnecessary.” The Lin Kuei grandmaster huffed, yet he did not pull away. You sent him another pointed look. This time, Bi-Han held your own gaze. You had a small staring contest for a moment, and if you did not need to clean his wound, you would have been willing to challenge him longer. You could feel him silently basking in the tiny victory as you looked away to clean the cut.

You hummed as you secured the bandages around his arm after you cleaned it up. With a smile, you nodded pleased at the work you did on the wound. He eyed you, almost as if silently asking permission if he could leave now. You knew he was too prideful to ask that directly, and you were too stubborn to let him leave before you were done.

“Good performance out there.” You praised Bi-Han. He continued to stare you down. Despite his icy disposition, you could sense there was a hint of pride at the praise you sent his way. His eyebrows unfurrowed a tiny before, and he nodded slightly. “You can go now.” You said, patting his arm slightly. Almost too eagerly, he strode off.

“Congratulations on being trusted to train the future champions.” Scorpion said as he stepped up to you. Kuai Liang was always more warm than his brother, both literally and personality wise. You smiled awkwardly, having been reminded of the sudden duty that you had been told about.

“Thank you, Kuai Liang.” You said, sighing as you scratched the back of your neck nervously. You glanced at the farmer duo who were helping clean up the tea house along with a few of the other Lin Kuei. “It’s an honor…and a surprise.” You reveal, shrugging anxiously.

“I’m certain you shall do great.” Kuai Liang comforted you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. Your smile turned into a soft one as you took in the encouragement from the Lin Kuei assassin. If he believed in you, you had to be worthy of the position.

“Kuai Liang!” Bi-Han called out from above. You both looked up, and you were surprised at the intensity of the look he was sending his brother. You raised an eyebrow as you looked at Bi-Han, who simply sent you a cold look before looking away and gesturing for his brother to come upstairs. Scorpion sent you an apologetic look for the conversation being cut short before he walked away upstairs.

You followed suit, following the yellow clad assassin up the stairs. You found yourself upstairs, and walked over to Smoke who was helping his fellow Lin Kuei clean up. You walked over and helped upright a chair as you sent Tomas a sly grin.

“So, you threw an old lady over a railing.” You teased as you sent him a mock disapproving glare. The man cleared his throat as he averted his eyes, almost embarrassed at the reminder of what he had done. “And you were quite the thug.”

“I insisted on simply knocking her out, but she wanted me to go all out.” Smoke said, and you could barely see the hints of a flush on his cheeks at your teasing. He seemed to shake off his embarrassment and send you a lighthearted look. “And you may have not been convinced, but those two certainly were.”

You let out a hearty laugh, remembering the convinced looks of the duo. You glanced at them down below, who were now conversing again with Madam Bo. You rolled your eyes and conceded.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Almost as quickly as they came, the Lin Kuei quickly left after the tea house was mostly fixed up. As they left, you sent a small goodbye to the trio of brothers, not knowing when you’d see them next. You also bid goodbye to Madam Bo as well as Raiden and Kung Lao, who seemed enthusiastic to have been able to greet you.

Stepping outside, you took in the crisp, clean air of the night sky. You closed your eyes, and felt the presence of someone step next to you.

“So, what did you think?” Liu Kang inquired, looking over to you with a curious look. His glowing eyes stood out among the dark night sky, and you admired them for a moment. You then took in the question and hummed, tilting your head to look up at the night sky.

The excitement of tonight still buzzed in your veins.

“That was amazing.”

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theforbidfruit · 1 month

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MK1 ShitPost Pt.8

Reader: *Enjoying cut up fruit that Raiden brought back from the market*

Bi-Han: *Stares*

———Next Day———

Bi-Han: YOU! *Approaches Reader menacing with a cup of cut up melon* Tomas cut up too much fruit. Here.

Reader: But I don’t want it.

Bi-Han: Take it.

Reader: No.

Bi-Han: I insist.

Reader: Sorry but I ate-

Bi-Han: TAKE THE DAMN CUP!

Reader: Okay! Okay! *takes the cup*

Bi-Han: You’re welcome. *walks away*

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk 1 x reader #mk1 x you #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat #bi han x reader #bi han sub zero #bi han #bi han is novio toxico #bi han x you #nonbinary reader

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mlmxreader · 5 months

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My Love, My Beloved | Bi-Han x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Could you do Bi-han with prompts 7 and 8 with a male reader? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bi-Han isn't very happy with you, but you do try and make it up to him.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, jealousy

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Bi-Han was not happy with you in the slightest; just the night before, he had caught you flirting with Kenshi Takahashi, and even worse, you were even touching him. He still hadn’t forgiven you for it, more grumpy than usual and constantly sighing and huffing.

Kuai Liang and Tomas had tried to talk him into actually telling you and communicating, but Bi-Han had no interest in it, and refused time and time again.

It wasn’t even until Kuai Liang spoke to you that you even had any idea that Bi-Han was upset; at first, admittedly, you were confused, but the more you thought about it, the more you understood. Bi-Han wasn’t exactly the warmest of people, but he also wasn’t the most communicative, either.

But then, he would also shut himself off emotionally, especially when he was upset.

You knew that you would have to make the first move, and although you spent much of the morning looking for him, you did eventually find him.

He was deep in the woods, sat with his legs folded as he clenched his jaw and glared at the other side of the river; everything around him was shades of blue and white, and when you sat down, you heard the crunch of ice and felt the cold creep up through your trousers.

You clenched your jaw, shivering a little as you nudged him gently. He only glared at you, huffing and shaking his head before turning his gaze back to the opposite side of the river. You sighed, swallowing thickly as you tried to ignore how cold it was.

“I missed you this morning,” you started, “as weird as it sounds, it was too warm without you there next to me… and I hate seeing you in such a massive strop, my beloved, you know that.”

He huffed in response, the short breath thick and grey as it left his nose.

You frowned. “I’m sorry for flirting with Kenshi. I didn’t mean to upset you, and it really was just a bit of banter… we’ve always been like that.”

He glared at you, and you could have sworn that you felt part of your heart freeze for a moment, your breath hitching.

“Bi-Han,” you grumbled, nudging him again. “C’mon, talk to me. Please?”

“You’re meant to be mine,” he hissed under his breath. “Only mine. And then I see you and Takahashi getting friendly at Madam Bo’s birthday, like it was fucking nothing!”

You hummed, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. “It was nothing. Nobody could ever compare to you.”

Reluctantly, Bi-Han slung his arm around you to keep you close; clenching his jaw tightly as he scowled.

“I love you,” you told him earnestly, sincerely. “I said I’d be your husband one day, and I meant it… I didn’t mean to make you jealous, or feel like I didn’t want you anymore. I’ll always want you… it’s too warm without you.”

“Do you mean that?” He snapped. “Or is it another empty apology like when you stole my hairbands?”

“I bought you new ones, in all fairness,” you pointed out, making him laugh softly. “I got you laughing, Grandmaster.”

“Shut up,” Bi-Han huffed, rolling his eyes. Although he didn’t even try and bite back the smile budding across his lips.

“Not as grumpy as you wanna seem,” you sang softly, gently patting his knee to let him know to lean back. You sat yourself on his lap once he did, your hands on his chest.

He glared up at you, tilting his head to the side. “What are you doing?”

You shrugged, gently pushing him down and trying not to grin when he stretched his legs out, allowing you to straddle his waist properly. “Making a formal apology.”

He scoffed, quirking a brow. “Is that the best you can do?”

“For now,” you hummed. “Only because I thought you hated PDA.”

“I don’t see anyone around.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning down so that you could ghost your lips against his, making him lean up to try and kiss you. “Would you shut up and kiss me, you idiot?”

Bi-Han hated being told what to do, but he couldn’t resist as he grabbed the back of your neck with one hand, pulling you down as he let his other hand grab the side of your shirt; keeping you close as he kissed you harshly, revelling in how you kissed back.

It wasn’t that he was upset, it wasn’t that he was jealous, at least, he wasn’t anymore; your kiss was so warm, he couldn’t get enough, and when you pulled away, he pouted.

“Grandmaster Sub Zero,” you whispered against him. “I’m so sorry for making you feel unwanted and jealous. I promise that wasn’t my intention. Me and Kenshi are old friends, that’s all. We’ll never be anything but friends. Do I make myself clear?”

He nodded slowly, growling under his breath and grumbling for a moment. “You’re forgiven… only because you’ll be my husband.”

“That’s all I need to hear,” you laughed softly, collapsing against him and folding your arms against his collarbone. Resting your chin on your wrist. “I love you, too, y’know… I’m glad Tomas set us up all those years ago.”

Bi-Han rolled his eyes at the mention of his brother’s name. “It’s the only thing he’s ever done right.”

“He admits it,” you beamed, teasing him as you raised your brows. “The stone cold Grandmaster admits he loves me!”

“Quiet before someone hears you,” he snapped, although you could tell from the glint in his dark brown eyes that he was only half-serious.

“Make me,” you hummed, letting out a yelp and a soft laugh when he quickly pinned you beneath him, his hand slapped over your mouth.

“Shut up,” he hissed, glaring at you playfully.

You waited for him to pull his hand away as you grinned, licking your lips. “What are you gonna do if I don’t?”

“I’ll make you regret it,” Bi-Han warned, trailing his hand down to your chest and letting it rest against your heart. “My love.”

You copied him, letting your fingertips rest above his heart as you hummed. “Please do, my beloved.”

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Can I request imagine: Bi Han fell in love with Shang Tsung's daughter; unlike her father she is gentle and soft spoken and thanks to her father she mastered soul magic takes place when Shang Tsung captured Bi Han and Kuai Liang please?

Um… Well… This imagine turned into a whole one-shot. I'll try to shorten it in the future. I realized that I can't write short fic.🥲

Fates Intertwined ♾️

-> Ao3 link is here.

Pairings : Bi-Han/ Sub - Zero x You

Tropes : Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, Near Death Experiences, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Falling in Love, Strangers to Lovers, Protectiveness, Possessive Behavior, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence , Intimacy

Summary : Bi-Han, gravely wounded during a mission, finds himself lost in the uncharted territory of Outworld. As he teeters on the brink of death, he awakens in an unfamiliar home. There a woman, a master of soul magic, emerges into his life, her presence calming and gentle as she tends to Bi-Han's injuries. Drawn to her unexpectedly, Bi-Han finds himself experiencing feelings he never had before.

However, little does he know, his savior harbors a secret...

Author’s Note : This is the first request I’ve ever received, I didn’t get any notifications about it so I found it on accident actually. Anyway I’m kind of excited to share it, it’s over 8k (I got away with feelings.) Hope it lived up to expectations! 💕

He was on the brink of death.

Bi-Han felt the specter of death looming closer than ever before as he dragged his battered body through the uncharted terrain of Outworld. While he had faced dangerous situations in the past, none had brought him as precariously close to the brink as this one. With every step, he pressed a hand against his stomach, where a gaping wound on his right side oozed blood, a portion of it torn away. His vision dimmed gradually, like a flickering lamp nearing its end, his breathing ragged, his steps unsteady. Despite having accomplished his mission, he snarled with what little strength remained, enraged that his slight lapse in caution would cost him his life.

Each step grew more arduous, his coordination failing as darkness encroached upon his sight. Unable to discern what obstacles tripped him amidst the dimming landscape, he collapsed heavily onto the ground. The wound, incessantly bleeding with each convulsion of his body, sent tremors of agony coursing through him, threatening to shatter his teeth as he gritted them in pain.

Struggling to roll onto his side, Bi-Han expelled the soil that had invaded his mouth and smeared his lips, laboring to draw oxygen into his weakened lungs. Above, the sky darkened, with the moon and stars emerging while clouds gathered ominously, presaging the impending rain. It was a grim realization that in this barren, lifeless landscape, he would meet his end alone—a consequence of his arrogance and overconfidence in his abilities. Dry and lifeless plants dotted the cracked earth, while rocks and pebbles stretched as far as the eye could see, with no sign of a river or any semblance of life.

Death had never been a fear for him, he was raised with the understanding that every moment could be his last. Memories raced through his mind like fragments of a shattered mirror; his training, the teachings of his clan, and the faces of those he had loved and lost along the way. Amidst the pain, a sense of regret gnawed at him, whispering of unfinished business and promises left unfulfilled. Yet, amidst the turmoil, a resolute determination surged within him, a steadfast refusal to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume him. While the frustration and ambition of leaving his goals unfinished weighed heavily, he found a measure of peace in knowing that Kuai Liang would capably assume the mantle of grandmaster and safeguard the clan.

As he drew a deep breath, a fit of coughing wracked him, the bitter taste of blood filling his mouth. Turning his head to the side to avoid suffocation, he surrendered to a numbing sensation that dulled his senses from head to toe.

Finally, unable to stave off the encroaching darkness any longer, his eyes, barely able to remain open, fluttered closed.

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The first sensation that washed over him was a soothing warmth, cocooning him like a comforting embrace. Blinking open his eyes, Bi-Han found himself lying atop a soft surface, the faint scent of clean soap wafting around him. In the distance, he could hear a soft female voice humming a kind of melody, accompanied by the clinking of plates and dishes. Struggling to lift his heavy eyelids, he squinted at the wooden ceiling above him, its rough texture illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight casting dancing shadows across the room.

‘’The hell?’’

His words emerged hoarsely from his parched throat. As he attempted to sit up, the covers slipped off, landing on his lap, and a sharp pain shot through his side where the wound lay. Clenching his hand over the bandages wrapped around his abdomen, he felt the fabric instead of his usual cold skin. The bandages appeared freshly changed, but his right side had already begun to bleed anew due to his carelessness.

With a muttered curse, Bi-Han glanced around the room, his body tensing as footsteps approached. Instinctively, he summoned an ice kunai into his hand, a simple gesture that now felt exhausting under the circumstances. Just as the figure drew near, he leveled the weapon with a silent threat.

‘’I didn’t go through all this trouble just for you to kill me,’’ admonished a soft female voice. ‘’Besides, I’ve just changed those bandages, and now I’ll have to do it all over again. Why are you still sitting? You need to lay down.’’

Bi-Han’s surprise was tinged with suspicion. Was this woman blind? How could she not have noticed the sharp kunai in his hand? Moreover, she appeared unarmed, leaving herself defenseless against him. His anger flared at the implication that he was underestimated. Even injured, he was still a lethal force to be reckoned with.

‘’Do you intend to worsen the bleeding?’’ she continued calmly, stepping closer but maintaining a cautious distance. ‘‘I am not a threat to you. My name is (y/n). I found you and brought you to my home for treatment. You’ve been here for three days. If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have bothered bringing you back from the brink.’’

Bi-Han’s gaze softened slightly as he absorbed her words. Despite his initial hostility, there was something about her demeanor that suggested genuine concern. Yet, he remained wary, his mind racing with questions and suspicions.

‘’Why?” growled Bi-Han through clenched teeth, his gaze sharp as he eyed the young woman standing before him.

The woman blinked in surprise at the question. “I don’t understand.”

“Why did you save me?”

“Because you were dying,” she replied innocently, taking another step toward him. “Now, will you let go of what you have and let me help you?”

“I can take care of myself,” Bi-Han insisted, trying not to be swayed by the woman’s gentle aura as he moved to stand up, wary of her true intentions. The woman’s expression clouded with worry.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Don’t interfere—Fuck.” Despite his attempt to rise, sharp pain lanced through Bi-Han’s body, threatening to overwhelm him. Just as he felt himself faltering, a soft body caught him, careful to avoid his wound. A sweet scent enveloped him—cinnamon and vanilla—intoxicatingly sweet, like fresh-baked buns.

Relaxing involuntarily, Bi-Han allowed the woman to guide him back onto the bed, his resistance waning. She had a point—if she wanted him dead, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to keep him alive for three days, despite being a total stranger.

“I have to open the bandages and check your stitches. I’m afraid they may have burst.”

“I’ll take care of it myself,” Bi-Han retorted, refusing to show weakness or dependence.

“Why won’t you let me help you?” The woman’s voice softened, her gentle demeanor tugging at something within Bi-Han. Though he remained silent, she sighed deeply. “I have a light touch and am quite fast, you can trust me. If I happen to hurt you, you can also treat your wounds. I just want to assist and ease your suffering, especially since you’re badly wounded. Oh and besides that, I made some stew. I’m sure you’re hungry.”

Bi-Han scrutinized (y/n) for the first time since waking, assessing her body language and facial expressions. As an assassin, he rarely misjudged people. Despite his initial wariness, he sensed a purity and compassion within her that he couldn’t ignore. The subtle tilt of her head and the warmth in her eyes felt genuine. Even though he couldn’t fathom why she would go to such lengths to heal a dangerous person like him, knowing he could easily harm her without breaking a sweat, he found himself appreciating her compassion. Yet, alongside his gratitude, a twinge of annoyance gnawed at him, stemming from her apparent blindness to the danger he inherently posed.

With a resigned grunt, he relented, allowing her to tend to him as she saw fit, though a part of him remained on guard, ready to react at the slightest sign of threat.

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A week had passed since his return from the brink of death, and four days since he had awakened in your home. In that time, while his wound had begun to heal rapidly, his movements remained slow and restricted. Returning to his clan without a full recovery would only be self-torment, risking undoing the healing process with his own hands. And also, you were stubborn about it, showing no inclination to let him go until he was fully restored to health.

As absurd as the situation seemed to Bi-Han, it also warmed him in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Despite his injuries, he was an assassin and the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei—capable of neutralizing any threat that crossed his path. But you posed no threat; instead, you cared for him with remarkable dedication, as if welcoming a normal person into your home rather than a man with lethal abilities. Day by day, Bi-Han found himself lowering his guard against you, a sensation he struggled to control.

During the first night, while you slept, he scrutinized every corner of your house, finding no weapons or defenses. There was nothing you could have done to protect yourself from him. Trained from an early age to turn disadvantage into advantage, Bi-Han realized that this was not the case here. You harbored no ulterior motives; your only intention was to help him.

With the house being small and his movement limited by his wound, Bi-Han had ample time to observe and learn about you. Spending time together, he discovered your extraordinary ability to heal and revive him using soul magic—a gift passed down from your father. Bi-Han refrained from prying into your past, respecting the boundaries you set. He knew only what you chose to share—that your father was a merchant who often left for months at a time with his caravan.

Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, barely able to fit two people, Bi-Han assessed his unkempt appearance. His normally well-kept hair hung loose, difficult to manage due to his injury, cascading down his neck to his chest. A scruffy beard obscured his chin, his pale skin accentuated by dark circles under his eyes. Running a hand through his hair, he muttered to himself, ‘‘I need to shave… And I definitely need a damn shower.’’

‘’Did you say something?’’ Bi-Han looked at you inquisitively from the bathroom door, wondering how long you had been standing there watching him. Your cheeks flushed a sweet shade of red as you realized you had been caught. ‘’Well, the door was open, so—I thought, um… do you need something? I heard you talking to yourself,’’ you said, trying to regain your composure quickly.

‘‘I need to take a shower, and I also need to trim my beard. It itches.’’

‘’Oh, sure. The towels are right there.’’ you replied, entering the room and retrieving the towels from the wooden closet under the sink. As you spoke, you kept busy, avoiding his gaze. ‘‘It’s better if your wound doesn’t get wet for a while longer. I can give you a cloth to wipe your body, and I can help with your hair. If you want, of course.’’ Though you added the last part hastily, your avoidance of his gaze didn’t go unnoticed by Bi-Han, who couldn’t help but smirk slightly.

It was evident from your demeanor that you held an interest in him—your actions were transparent and sincere. What intrigued Bi-Han even more was that he also found himself drawn to you. For the first time in a long while, there was no need for him to be on guard, and your presence offered an unexpected reprieve from his usual responsibilities. You brought him more comfort than anyone had before, your dedication focused on helping rather than brute force, and you effortlessly dismantled the walls he had built around himself. It was a mystery to Bi-Han how you managed to achieve this in such a short time, but your presence had a calming effect on him.

‘’Do whatever you want.’’ Bi-Han said, beginning to undress. Your eyes widened in alarm at his actions.

‘’W-What are you doing?’’

‘’I will wipe my body as you said. Since you’re so helpful, maybe you’d like to assist me with that too?’’ Bi-Han lowered his voice, locking eyes with you as he took pleasure in the crimson blush that spread across your face. He didn’t fully understand this newfound calmness and playful demeanor within himself, but he felt compelled to act this way around you. You weren’t under his command or a threat to be eliminated; instead, you were the reason he was still alive. Though he was reluctant to admit it, he owed you his life.

Your response was stuttered and unclear as you hurriedly left the bathroom as if it were on fire. ‘’Just call out to me when you’re finished. And don’t forget to wrap a towel around yourself,’’ you called out from behind the door.

Bi-Han carefully placed his clothes in a corner to keep them dry, then settled onto the edge of the bathtub, ensuring not to disturb his bandages. Using the cloth you provided, he began to cleanse the dirt and grime from his body, avoiding the area of his wound. Minutes later, when the water ran clear, he wrapped one of the towels around his waist and called out to you.

Opening the door cautiously, you peeked inside to confirm that he was following your instructions. Seeing him with the towel wrapped around his waist, you entered the room and closed the door behind you. “Sit on the edge of the bathtub and lean your head back,” you instructed in a gentle tone. As Bi-Han complied, you adjusted the water temperature for a few seconds until it reached the desired level. Letting out a small murmur of approval, you turned your attention to him, holding a shower cap in your hand.

As your eyes met, your cheeks flushed once again, and you quickly averted your gaze to his hair. Clearing your throat with a small cough, you began to wet his hair, ensuring the water stayed away from his face. Bi-Han watched your every move with keen interest, finding pleasure in your innocence and sincerity.

“Does the water feel too hot?” you asked, breaking the silence.

A small grunt escaped Bi-Han’s lips. “I’m a cryomancer; water temperature doesn’t bother me.”

“Oh, right. I forgot. It’s not every day I meet someone like you. I thought cryomancers were just a myth,” your fingers hesitating slightly as you untangled his hair. Emboldened by his lack of reaction, you continued to work, carefully removing the knots with practiced hands. “Your hair is very beautiful.” you said in a low, soft voice that could be considered shy.

“It’s just black,” Bi-Han replied.

“It’s not just black; it’s like onyx, especially when it’s wet. I’ve never seen such dark black hair before. It suits you.” As you determined that his hair was sufficiently wet, you picked up a shampoo that smelled of sugary flowers and squeezed a generous amount into your hand. “I’m sorry, this is all I have. I hope it’s not a problem.” you said, your voice tinged with apology.

‘’It’s better than dirt,” Bi-Han remarked in a dry voice. Though he had no desire to smell like a flower garden, he also acknowledged that he didn’t have a better option. As your fingers began to massage his scalp, Bi-Han was taken aback by how pleasant it felt. Your deft fingers worked circles on his scalp, lathering the shampoo, and Bi-Han found himself relaxing in waves of relief, melting like ice rapidly thawing. The warmth in the bathroom, the gentle touch… it was almost overwhelming, especially given how skilled your fingers were at their task.

“You might want to close your eyes, I wouldn’t want the shampoo to run into them by accident.” You said, breaking him out of the trance he hadn’t even realized he had slipped into. Once again, Bi-Han was surprised at how low his guard was around you. He had stopped seeing you as a threat some time ago, but he couldn’t comprehend how easily he let down the automatic defenses he had cultivated over many years.

Closing his eyes, Bi-Han waited for you to rinse the shampoo from his hair. After washing for a while, you reached for the towel in the corner to help him dry off.

“Okay, you can stand up, we’re done.” you announced.

Bi-Han stood up quickly, stretching his neck, which had grown stiff from being in the same position for so long, before turning his gaze to you. With your cheeks flushed from the warmth of the bathroom, your clothes splattered with water drops, and your skin glowing from the moisture, you appeared vulnerable and innocent enough to make his chest ache.

Raised in a clan of ruthless assassins where survival and flawless execution of death were paramount, Bi-Han had always imagined the woman who would enter his life as strong, tough, with sharp eyes and an authoritarian nature to adapt to his lifestyle. Yet, looking at you, he began to question this assumption for the first time. You possessed a nurturing side that defied brute force, completely opposite to his expectations, and Bi-Han found himself unexpectedly drawn to this contrast. You were good to him.

“Bi-Han… You’ve been staring at me for a while. Is everything okay?” you asked.

“I want to kiss you.” Bi-Han blurted out suddenly. The words escaped his lips so spontaneously that he was as surprised as you were. Though he could have easily taken you in his arms and kissed you, he wanted your consent, to hear from your lips if you desired it as much as he did. You were the last person he wanted to intimidate or use force on.

As your eyes widened in astonishment, a loud “What?” escaped your lips.

‘’You heard me.” Bi-Han said sharply. Your cheeks flushed to the tips of your ears, the color he liked to see. Approving him in a soft, almost shy voice, your gaze drifted to the ground.

Finally hearing the answer he desired, Bi-Han growled and gently raised your head with his fingers grasping the tip of your chin. He connected his lips with yours, driven by a voracious appetite. This hunger was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, possessing a fiery intensity that shook him to his core. It wasn’t until he kissed you that he realized the depth of his feelings; he could have kissed your lips, as soft and tender as rose petals, for hours, sating an inner thirst he hadn’t known existed.

His hand traced the line of your jaw, capturing the back of your head and part of your neck. Placing his other hand on the curve of your waist, he gently squeezed the soft flesh, eliciting a small, breathless moan from your lips. Your voice, trembling like a whip of flame, ignited a dangerous fire within Bi-Han.

There was a unique taste to you, one that defined you completely. It was clean, like dewdrops forming on leaves in the morning spring, and wet as he slid his tongue between your parted lips. Another small moan escaped you as you placed your hands on his shoulders, your thumbs massaging the veins that began to appear on his neck. Bi-Han found himself hating the bathtub that stood as a barrier between them, longing to bridge the distance between you.

‘’Hold on tight.” He growled savagely, his lips pouring forth a mixture of desire and intensity. With your flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes, and breathless look, you embodied a dangerous blend of innocence and allure, a presence that could emerge on the wettest of nights. As you tightened your grip on his shoulders in response to his command, Bi-Han effortlessly lifted you from the bathtub, as if you weighed nothing at all.

“Bi-Han! Your wound–” you began, concern lacing your voice.

“I’m fine.” Bi-Han cut you off, dismissing any objections as he instructed you to wrap your legs around his waist. He captured your lips again, this time with a fierce hunger that left little room for gentleness. Despite his intentions to proceed slowly and remain in control, you made it nearly impossible with your presence alone. Your scent, your soft skin, your delicate movements – they all acted as an irresistible spell, unraveling Bi-Han’s logic and common sense piece by piece.

Drops of water from his wet hair trailed down your cheek, then your neck, as Bi-Han followed their path with his tongue. He paused at the curve of your neck, grazing your skin with his teeth.

“You don’t even know how bad I want you. Now.” he declared in a voice thick with desire, his need palpable. Tilting his head slightly, he took your earlobe between his teeth, exerting just enough pressure to send a shiver down your spine. “Can I have you?”

You trembled in his arms, pressing your body against his, and buried your head in the curve of his neck, your voice barely above a whisper, the soft cadence of your affirmation barely audible against his skin.

“Yes. Ah, to—to bed… Let’s go to bed.” you murmured, your voice filled with anticipation.

Responding to your command, Bi-Han carried you swiftly into the bedroom, stealing kisses and caressing your soft flesh which filled perfectly in his palms along the way. As he carefully placed you on the bed, he ensured not to overwhelm you with his weight. With one knee positioned between your legs and applying small pressure to your aching core, he felt your breath quicken, your legs parting slightly, inviting him closer.

“Bi-Han, please… hurry,” you pleaded, your voice trembling with need. Despite not yet fully engaging in intimacy, you were already consumed by desire, your surrender evident in every trembling breath and pleading glance. Bi-Han found himself entranced by the unique blend of your naivety and charm, a combination both intoxicating and heady. It puzzled him how you could exude such innocence while also igniting a fire within him, a sensation he found both captivating and bewildering.

With every inhibition shattered, Bi-Han’s entire being was consumed by you. His mind echoed with a commanding voice, declaring possession. ‘Mine. You are mine.’ With each beat of his heart, the intensity of his desire deepened, enveloping him in a whirlwind of need. His arousal surged with a newfound fervor, driving him to seek you with an urgency he had never known before. He longed to lose himself in your warmth, to leave an indelible mark on you, claiming you as his own in a way that no other could satisfy you again.

‘‘Fuck. I wanted to take it slow,” Bi-Han cursed, his voice filled with frustration.

“Another time,” you replied swiftly. “I want you, Bi-Han. I need you… just… please.” As your attempts to form coherent sentences faltered, you resorted to expressing your desires through your eyes, tears clung to your lashes, your need laid bare for him to see. Despite the flush that colored your face, neck, your chest peeking through your clothes, your timidity had been replaced by a raw, unbridled desire.

“Another time.” Bi-Han echoed your words, his tone laced with determination. It was a promise, a vow to indulge in the intoxicating taste of you until every inch of your body bore his mark. The thought had transformed into a primal need, a longing to possess you completely.

With swift motions, Bi-Han stripped away your clothes, discarding them haphazardly. As predicted, your chest also completely flushed dark, your nipples hardening under his gaze, pleading for his touch.

“You are such a sight… so beautiful,” Bi-Han murmured, his words tinged with reverence. You squirmed under his attention, somewhat embrassed by his words and attempted to cover yourself clumsily. As he untied the towel from his waist, he fixed you with a stern gaze. “Don’t you dare hide anything from me. This is not a request.”

When his cold fingers made contact with the intimate area between your legs, you flinched at the sudden chill. Instead of recoiling, however, you parted your legs, wordlessly inviting him closer. Bi-Han found himself drawn to this decadent aspect of you, contrasting with your usual demeanor. You were slick with arousal, your warmth enveloping his cold touch until it reached a semblance of normalcy.

“Next time, I will explore you slowly, savoring every moment,” he declared, his voice brooking no argument.

And so he did.

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Another two weeks slipped by, each day marked by the steady healing of his wound and the gradual return of his strength. Strangely, Bi-Han found himself not minding the passing of time, a stark contrast from his usual restlessness. Even though his days were now filled with the singular purpose of recuperation, he couldn’t bring himself to feel bored in your company.

You had established a routine of caring for him in the house. Every morning, after sharing breakfast together, you diligently tended to his wound, changing bandages with meticulous care. Despite his stature, Bi-Han appreciated the gentleness with which you handled him, as if afraid to cause him any discomfort.

Following this, Bi-Han would retreat outdoors to meditate or exercise, while you busied yourself with tending to the garden and other household chores. Occasionally, you would venture to the market, a task Bi-Han offered to take over multiple times, only to be politely declined by you each time. He sensed a trace of anxiety in your eyes whenever you left, as though fearing his departure in your absence.

The reality of his impending departure weighed heavily on Bi-Han. Though duty called him back to his clan and responsibilities, he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you behind. The bond between you had grown deeper with each passing day, surpassing even the connections he shared with his own brothers. You had a remarkable ability to understand him without words, a skill few others possessed.

In your presence, Bi-Han found himself rediscovering aspects of himself long buried beneath the facade of his assassin persona. With you, he experienced a sense of comfort and peace he hadn’t known in years. Every touch, every embrace left him yearning for more, a relentless desire burning within him. He marveled at the intensity of his feelings for you, realizing that he wanted every part of you in a way he had never imagined possible.

His favorite time of the day was undoubtedly dinner. Sitting across from you, sharing simple conversations, witnessing your smile, hearing your laughter, and seeing your eyes light up brought him joy. It was a simplicity he hadn’t experienced since becoming the grandmaster. Once disciplined, strict, and focused solely on responsibilities, he now found value in these moments, offering him a new perspective on life.

As both of you sat facing each other at dinner, Bi-Han decided it was time to address the lingering topic that had hung in the air for some time.

“You mentioned you could remove my stitches in a few days, after that I’ll return to Earthrealm.” He stated firmly. Though he disliked seeing the smile on your face fade, you both knew he couldn’t remain cocooned in this sanctuary forever.

“Oh… So you’ve decided on the day.” You responded, averting your gaze as you spoke. When you reached for your wine, Bi-Han gently grasped your hand, halting your movement.

“I want you to come with me.” he declared.

Your eyes widened with surprise. “To your clan? Really?”

“Yes, I want you to see where I live.” Bi-Han lifted your wrist, his touch still gentle as he grazed his index finger against your skin, all while maintaining unbroken eye contact. “I wasn’t joking when I said you were mine.”

Your cheeks flushed slightly as a sweet laugh escaped your lips, a sound Bi-Han found irresistible. In that moment, he realized his attachment to you ran deeper than he had ever realized.

“You know, I’m not an item that you can take wherever you want.”

“I didn’t mean it in that sense.” His gaze shifted to the dozen bruises on your neck, a satisfied curl tugging at the corner of his lip. Each mark filled him with a sense of ownership, igniting a fire within him every time he saw them.

“Then it’s only fair that I should say that you are also mine.” you countered. Despite your brave demeanor, your face betrayed your true feelings once again. As you took a sip from your glass, attempting to hide your expression, Bi-Han watched you silently, a smile playing on his lips, hidden only by his hand resting on his chin.

As Bi-Han grappled with the conflicting desires pulling at his heartstrings — duty to his clan and the burgeoning attachment to you — a storm of emotions raged within him. The weight of responsibility tugged relentlessly, reminding him of the obligations he bore as the leader of the clan. However, a shadow began to loom over his resolve, stirring a longing for something more.

“I’d love to,’’ you finally said after a moment. ‘‘But I have to wait for my father’s return; I don’t know when he will come here.’’

“You can leave a note.”

“I’d rather talk it over with him face to face,” you insisted politely. “But I can come to visit from time to time. If it’s convenient for you, of course, I’d love to see where you grew up and spend time there.”

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It had been five months since Bi-Han returned to his clan, and everything was just as he had left it. Kuai Liang had managed the clan well in his absence, with the assistance of Tomas and Sektor, although Bi-Han knew his brother was downplaying his own contributions. Despite the slight age difference between them, Kuai Liang was more than capable of assuming the role of grandmaster.

There was considerable curiosity among the clan members about his prolonged absence and the circumstances surrounding it. Tomas, in particular, had been concerned for his well-being the most. During a briefing with the council members, consisting solely of his inner circle, Bi-Han provided a summary of what happened, including mentioning you and your remarkable abilities. The news of your impending visit piqued the interest of everyone present, even if they attempted to conceal it.

Although you could only visit twice in five months, you effortlessly bonded with his brothers. Even with Sektor and Cyrax, you made it easy to connect, your kind soul evident in your demeanor and smile. It felt as though you had always been a member of the clan, your presence comforting and familiar to everyone. During conversations, you repeatedly expressed feeling comfortable and safe around them. This, coupled with the unique way you contributed to Bi-Han’s recovery, swiftly earned you the respect of the entire clan.

When you did visit, Bi-Han found solace and peace in holding you in his arms once more. In your absence, he had been on edge, constantly worrying about your well-being. Your presence felt like a breath of fresh air, infusing color and vibrancy into his otherwise monotonous existence. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with you, but your influence had been undeniable from the moment he first laid eyes on you. The desire to keep you close, to protect you at all costs, consumed him, even though he knew the realities of their lives would make it challenging. Being separated from you had taken a toll on his nerves, leaving him irritable and restless. Amidst the tumultuous whirlwind of his thoughts, Bi-Han grappled with the overwhelming desire to see you again.

The last time you visited, you stayed for a while. One night, in particular, is etched clearly in Bi-Han’s mind. A fierce wind howled outside, causing the windows to rattle, while snow fell rapidly, swirling in the storm and clinging to the glass surfaces. Except for the candles flickering in the room, there was no other light, casting a dim glow. The scent of both of you enveloped the room like a heavy blanket.

After bringing you to climax multiple times, your body glowed with vitality like a pearl, cheeks flushed dark with a serene smile adorning your face. Half of your body draped over him, your elegant fingers traced lazy circles on his bare chest, while Bi-Han’s hand caressed the smooth skin of your back. In that moment, he felt complete, as if a part of him that he didn’t even know was missing had been found. It was as if you were both separate individuals yet inexplicably intertwined—each completing the other.

When your fingers ceased their movement altogether, Bi-Han glanced down to see why, his heart swelling with warmth. You had drifted off to sleep, your face relaxed in slumber, lips slightly parted. You appeared so peaceful that Bi-Han couldn’t bring himself to disturb you. This wasn’t the first time you had fallen asleep beside him, and each time, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and a burning desire to protect you. He knew you trusted him enough to reveal your vulnerability in these moments.

His mind was more at ease than ever before. Even though he was in his own home, with you beside him, he felt a sense of belonging that he had never experienced before. Especially during the times he awaited your arrival, he had never felt such intense longing to see someone again—your presence shaking his very core, pushing the limits of his endurance. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could bear being without you; your absence felt like torment, while your presence transformed him into a different man altogether.

Although the notion of someone having such power over him would typically be unsettling, he couldn’t view it negatively because it was you. What concerned him more was the possibility of others noticing—the fear that his enemies might discover you, exploiting his vulnerability by hurtin you.

Two and a half months had passed since he last laid eyes on you, adding to the weight of the task Lord Liu Kang had bestowed upon him and his brothers. He longed to complete this mission swiftly and reunite with you, yearning for the calming embrace of your presence. The strain of constant vigilance was taking its toll on him, both mentally and physically, culminating in his recent capture alongside Kuai Liang.

Navigating the stone corridors of Ying Fortress, Bi-Han found himself flanked by a dozen soldiers, with Kuai Liang by his side and Shang Tsung and General Shao ahead of them. Shang Tsung’s words fell on deaf ears as Bi-Han contemplated his next move, steadfast in his refusal to entertain any offers from these unfamiliar men. His focus remained fixed on devising an escape plan to extricate himself from this predicament. As they traversed the corridor into a vast area, Bi-Han was confronted by a multitude of stone sculptures lining the space. Hindered by the restraints on his wrists, he scanned the area for any potential means of escape, exchanging a knowing glance with Kuai Liang, who mirrored his uncertainty.

“Father?”

Bi-Han’s eyes widened at the sudden sound of a familiar, albeit unexpected, female voice behind them. Sensing Kuai Liang’s reaction, he knew it wasn’t a trick of his imagination. With a swift turn, his heart raced as he watched the soldiers before him part, revealing your approach. What the hell were you doing here?

“What’s going on here — Bi-Han?” Your wide-eyed astonishment mirrored his own. As Bi-Han scanned you for any signs of harm, he moved to approach you. But before he could reach, a soldier struck him in the stomach with the tip of his weapon, causing him to stagger backward.

‘’Stop! What do you think you’re doing?!” Your voice, tinged with worry as you shoved the soldier aside, your anxious eyes locking with his. “Bi-Han, are you all right?”

“What are you doing here?” Bi-Han growled out a whisper, tension taut in his voice.

“I’m asking you the same.”

“What is the meaning of this? Do you two know each other?” Shang Tsung’s voice sliced through the hushed talk, prompting Bi-Han to instinctively shield you, despite the restraints on his hands. Determined to protect you at all costs, Bi-Han urged you to take cover behind him, his voice laced with venom. “Get behind me.” he commanded, his grip tightening protectively around your arm.

“There is no need. He is my father.” You revealed, catching Bi-Han off guard with the unexpected revelation. Stunned by the revelation, Bi-Han chastised himself for not piecing together the clues sooner. Living in Outworld, soul magic, an enigmatic father figure—it all suddenly made sense. Yet, your stark differences in character from your father only deepened Bi-Han’s sense of disbelief.

“Why are they prisoners?” you questioned, your gaze flickering between your father and the imposing figure of General Shao and the eerie aura that seemed to surround them.

“They attacked us.” General Shao asserted, his voice gruff as he responded to your inquiry. “We were about to take care of business before you came, sorceress.” Despite Shao’s attempt to intimidate you with his imposing presence, Shang Tsung interjected before Bi-Han, shooting Shao a warning glance.

“They attacked?” Your gaze flickered momentarily, silently questioning the situation. ‘Why?’ The unspoken question hung in the air, directed at Bi-Han. “I’m sure there’s been a misunderstanding.”

“They were sent here by Liu Kang’s order. To catch us and maybe kill us.” Shao divulged, his voice dripping with hostility.

“Why so? Nobody has told me anything since I was brought here, and even now you still insist on not telling me. I want to know what’s going on. Tell me the truth.”

“Walk with me,” Shang Tsung interjected, gesturing towards a secluded area. With a final, anxious glance towards Bi-Han, you complied, flanked by Shao and Shang Tsung. Bi-Han’s instincts screamed to follow, but he was thwarted by the soldiers’ firm grip. Initially, Bi-Han braced himself for a sense of betrayal, believing that you had concealed Shang Tsung’s identity as your father. However, upon reflection, he realized that you had always been forthcoming with him, never hiding the truth about your father. Bi-Han had simply never asked. Your genuine reaction to the unfolding events affirmed your honesty. It became evident that Shang Tsung had dragged you into this situation without explanation. All that mattered now was escaping with you safely by his side.

‘’You seem quite invested in these men, (Y/n),’’ Shao remarked in a harsh tone, his words more of a probing question than a mere observation.

‘’It’s none of your concern, General Shao.’’ You retorted firmly.

‘‘But it is my concern,’’ interjected Shang Tsung, his tone authoritative. ‘‘As your father, I demand to know the nature of your association with the infamous grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.’’

‘’Before you question me, father, perhaps you should first explain your activities over the past months. Then, and only then, will I consider divulging any information.’’ you countered. ‘’You dragged me here without giving me an explanation, expecting blind trust. It’s not fair, and you know it. You’re exploiting my kindness, I deserve some answers.’’

‘’I was promised my true potential, and I’m going to get that right back. You’re my blood and flesh, I want nothing more than to secure you a good and wealthy future, I want what is best for you—for us.’’ Shang Tsung continued to talk as he walked towards a dark-colored box that looked like some kind of chest. ‘’Take a look around, do you remember what I told you about this place?’’

You watched him with hesitant eyes, then looked around you before answering his question.

‘‘Yes, you said that Emperor Ying’s Dragon Army was here.’’

‘‘Very true. What I told you was not just a fairy tale. These statues were constructed and enchanted by the great mages in the Emperor’s court.’’ Shang Tsung opened the lids of the box, took out a crown and a small green bottle, and emptied the contents of the bottle onto the crown. ‘‘They are animated by the fragments of souls. Once alive they fight tirelessly, unburdened by remorse or pity.’’

‘’What are you planning to do with these?’’ You said, your voice overflowing with obvious concern now.

‘’If they won’t be on our side,’’ Shang Tsung murmured with a half-smile, placing the crown on his head. ‘‘Then I will eliminate them. This is what I had to do, for our future.’’

The moment he finished his words, six of the soldiers standing a little further away stepped forward, and with mind control, moving nimbly despite being made of stone, they began to descend the steps towards them. Bi-Han’s muscles tensed involuntarily, his body as taut as a drawn bowstring as he observed the approaching stone soldiers. If only he could get rid of these damn handcuffs…

‘’No!” Your panicked scream echoed through the vast area as you summoned your magic, green energy crackling around your outstretched hand in an attempt to halt the advancing soldiers. When you realized your magic was ineffective against them, your attention swiftly shifted back to your father.

“Father, stop this!” Startled by your sudden movement and desperate cry, Shang turned his attention to you, momentarily caught off guard. Seizing the opportunity, you darted forward, delivering a powerful blow to his knee, causing him to buckle and kneel before you. With him immobilized for a moment, you snatched the crown from his head and placed it on your own. ‘‘I’m sorry, father, but I cannot allow this.’’

‘’Have you lost your mind?!’’ While Shang Tsung was looking at you with stunned and greatly betrayed eyes, despite the distance, Bi-Han could see tears welling in your eyes. ‘’I am your father! My blood runs through your veins; your loyalty should lie with me.’’

‘‘I know, and I am sorry,’’ you said, your voice trembling with emotion. ‘’But I love him.’’ Both Shang Tsung and Bi-Han froze with surprise at your unexpected reveal, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. Your breath came out quickly, the air heavy with tension as a few tears escaped from your eyes, glimmering in the light. ‘’That’s why I cannot stand by and watch you harm him.’’

“(Y/n), behind you!” Kuai Liang’s urgent shout jolted you into action, narrowly dodging Shao’s axe at the last moment. With Shao bearing down on you, Bi-Han could no longer stand idly by. Keeping you in his sight, he and his brother sprang into action, combating Shao’s soldiers amidst the chaos, using the handcuff chains to choke one of the soldiers.

Despite your efforts to evade Shao’s attacks and deflect them onto the stone statues, he effortlessly dispatched them with a few swings of his axe. You tried to keep up with him, but as a healer, your combat skills were lacking, evident in your reliance on the soldiers for protection as you dodged Shao’s attacks. Bi-Han had heard stories about Shao in the past, tales of his power and mercilessness in battle. But now, witnessing Shao’s sadistic enjoyment as he toyed with you, seeing the fear in your eyes, filled Bi-Han with fury and a desire to eliminate Shao.

‘‘Don’t harm her!’’ Shang Tsung intervened, hurling a fireball towards Shao, catching him off guard and forcing him back. “She is my daughter.”

Shao spat on the ground, unaffected by the smoke left behind by the fireball he countered with the tip of his huge axe. “And she betrayed us,” he growled. “You just proclaimed that we would eliminate those who oppose us, sorcerer. That’s precisely what I intend to do.”

As Shao swung his axe again, you pushed the last remaining statue in front of you for protection. However, under the force of Shao’s blow, the statue shattered, leaving a gaping wound from your shoulder to your rib cage. Crimson red blood splattered everywhere, your expression a mixture of pain and shock as you desperately tried to stay on your trembling legs. A pained groan escaped your lips as you stumbled backwards, Shao raising his axe for another strike, this time aiming for a fatal blow.

“No!” While Bi-Han was blowing off the soldier’s head he had knocked down with his foot, bloody brain pieces flew everywhere, his heart was in his mouth. He couldn’t bear to witness you lose your life before his eyes, with so little distance between you.

‘’I told you to stay away from my daughter.’’

In a stroke of luck, Shang Tsung once again caught Shao off guard with a barrage of fireballs, diverting his attention away from you at the last moment. Shao was thrown several meters away, gasping for breath, while Shang grasped you firmly, applying pressure to your wound. Your body tensed with pain, tears flowing freely from your eyes as you struggled to maintain a brave face.

‘’You will bandage this as soon as you get away from here. Do you understand?’’

‘‘Father-’’

‘’Do you understand?’’

‘’Yes.’’

‘‘Good, I’ll buy you time,’’ Shang Tsung urged, motioning for you to leave. ‘‘Take a few of the statues with you; they’ll provide protection until you’re out of here. I’ll find you once I’ve dealt with this.’’

With tears streaming down your cheeks, you managed to press a small, wet kiss to your father’s cheek, gratitude evident in your pale, tired face.

‘‘I’ll explain everything.’’

‘‘Later. Go now,’’ he insisted.

Bi-Han brutally incapacitated the last soldier before reaching you in a few wide strides. Shang’s gaze fixed on him for the first time since his arrival, promising death with its intensity.

“You’d better take care of my daughter, grandmaster. Otherwise, I’ll follow your soul to the Netherrealm,’’ warned Shang Tsung with a menacing tone.

‘‘I will protect her with my life.’’ Bi-Han asserted, though his agreement with his recent foe felt tenuous, the situation now imbued with personal stakes. Shang promptly removed the handcuffs from both him and his brother’s wrists, freeing them.

‘‘Go on quickly. The others will be here soon, so hurry up. My daughter will take you a shortcut.’’ directed sorcerer.

As Shao charged toward them, Bi-Han scooped you up into his arms, finding relief in having you close again. With urgency, he ran alongside Kuai Liang, ascending the steps and leaving the area behind. With your remaining strength, you compelled a dozen soldiers to follow, your hand still applying pressure to the wound. Upon reaching the corridor they had passed earlier, you weakly tugged at Bi-Han’s clothes to get his attention.

‘‘We can’t escape through the main exit, it’s too risky. There’s a passageway from behind the fortress leading towards the mountains; we can slip through unnoticed.’’ you suggested.

‘‘Tomas is out, we can’t leave him here.’’ His brother interjected.

‘‘Exactly where, I can use one of these statues to find and contact him.’’

‘‘He is where the Soul Stealers are.’’

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and concentrated, sweat beading on your forehead as your skin paled. Despite the obvious pain, you maintained a resolute expression. As they reached a narrow area, your faint voice reached their ears.

‘‘I found Tomas. I’m getting him out through a different exit; it’s too risky for him to come this way.’’

‘‘Okay, we’re counting on you,’’ Bi-Han said, hoping to give you courage. You were so small and lifeless in his arms, though he couldn’t bring himself to say it, his heart ached with painful sorrow as he looked at you. If it weren’t for the faint rise and fall of your chest, he might have feared the worst; you were losing a lot of blood. The wound must have cut deeper than he thought. Bi-Han looked into his brother’s eyes, whatever expression there was on his face, Kuai Liang stopped walking for a moment and squeezed his shoulder, looking at him with understanding eyes.

‘‘We will save her, brother, don’t worry. She’ll be okay,’’ Kuai Liang reassured, and they proceeded to a small room at the end of the corridor. A statue opened the thick old door, revealing a landscape of snow-covered mountains.

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It was already dark when they met Tomas a little beyond the fortress, at the bottom of a frozen river. After you spent the rest of your strength to bring Tomas to them, you fell unconscious, Bi-Han had to hastily bandaged you because he knew he had to keep a distance between them and the fortress in case of getting caught. And when they decided to spend the night in a place that he believed was safe, he didn’t let you leave his side for a moment, even though he was with his brothers and they were safe for now. Tomas had left a short while ago to hunt some mountain hares for food, while Kuai Liang went out to gather supplies to sustain the fire he had kindled.

Bi-Han carefully cleaned the wound with the materials he had and bandaged it tightly. Your bleeding was still going on, but it wasn’t intense compared to the beginning, as long as you weren’t moving, it could buy time until he could get you home. But you would definitely have needed stitches in your wound.

‘’I can heal myself.’’ you muttered softly. Bi-Han didn’t even realize he had said the last part aloud, too focused on gently stroking your pale cheek with one hand while carefully examining you.

‘’How do you feel?’’

‘’Not at my best, but I’ll be fine.’’ You weakly replied. Even if you wanted to reciprocate the gesture by lifting your hand, which was resting on your lap, it was quite difficult for you to do so. Bi-Han noticed this, grabbed your hand, and guided it to his cheek, allowing you to caress it. ‘’Thank to gods, you look well. The others-’’

‘‘We’re all fine except you, don’t worry. You almost died.’’ The last part poured from his lips with great hatred, it felt terrible even to say it. He hated the blood on his hands even more. Seeing you in such a state filled Bi-Han with a profound sense of helplessness. He feared the worst, and it was the most intense fear he had ever experienced. Even now, it lingered in his mouth like a bad taste, causing a churning sensation in his stomach. His entire body felt ice-cold with stress, his instincts had gone into hyperawareness.

‘’It just grazed, it doesn’t even hurt. I swear.’’

"If it had cut deeper, you could have lost your arm as well as your life. It does not suit you to lie, (y/n). I still don't understand how you could be Shang Tsung's daughter."

‘’Are you angry?’’ As your voice quivered with uncertainty, Bi-Han tenderly placed a kiss on the top of your head, offering silent reassurance before you found the courage to speak again. ‘’It’s just… My father is a difficult man and kind of has a bad reputation. People are ready to attack him given the chance. I didn’t mean to hide it from you; I was just afraid you’d leave me once you knew the truth. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.”

‘’You think a sorcerer can intimidate me?” A small smile appeared on his lips as he continued to caress your cheek. After hearing your confession, he wanted nothing more than to reassure you and dismiss your fear. “I’m just confused and angry with myself for not seeing the signs earlier,” he said honestly. “I almost lost you, and besides that, nothing else matters.” While he continued to stroke your cheek with one hand, he didn’t break eye contact with you for a moment. He needed you to know that he was sincere in what he was about to say. “Today has been an important day for me to realize some things.”

Thanks to the heat emitted by the camp flame, he could easily discern your facial features. Despite the weariness evident in your eyes, there was a twinkle that betrayed your curiosity about what he had to say. Leaning in a little more, he shifted his body closer to yours, positioning you between his legs as he sat leaning against a tree. With a gentle touch, he lowered his hand from your cheek to your chin, lifting it slightly to plant a small, tender kiss on your lips.

With his cold breath mingling with your warmth, he whispered softly, “I love you.”

Caught off guard, you gazed up at him with wide, teary eyes, a breath catching in your throat. As a tear traced a soft path down your cheek, Bi-Han gently caught it with the tip of his finger, his own eyes filled with concern. Then, with the warmest and most sincere smile he had ever seen, you planted a kiss on his cheek.

‘’I’ve dreamed of this a few times, but I never thought you would express it.’’

‘‘Is that why you’re crying? If you’re hiding the truth about your shoulder causing pain-’’

‘‘I’m crying with happiness, my love. Now give me one more kiss so that I can believe in you better.’’

Bi-Han couldn’t help the smile settling on his face.

‘’As you wish.’’

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havikshoochiemama · 8 months

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i never realized how bad i need a arranged marriage trope w bi-han😭😭 PLUS THE DADDY ISSUES HE HAS FANFICS WRITERS PLEASE OLEASE IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES I WILL GIVE YOU MY FIRST BORN CHILD

#mortal kombat #mk1 #fanfic #mk fanfic #mortal kombat fanfiction #sub zero #mk bi han #bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #mk x reader #PLEASE SOMEONE MAKE THIS FIC RIGHT NOW

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yanderestarangel · 6 months

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HEADKANONS MK1 | SOFT!BI HAN | COMFORT AND SMUT EDITION

TW: daddykink, care, comfort, soft behavior, afab anatomy, v!sex, fingering, eat out, praise, somnophilia.

A/N: just needed to write more of his soft smut

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Is a man who likes to be a caregiver. He likes to spoil you and know when you need support and help, he is observant so he can tell when you are bad or not, if he notices this he will bring you a glass of water or put his hand on your head, asking if you need something. "-You look bad dear... I like to see you happy, not like this."

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who spoils you with gifts, using the Lin Kuei's funds, no one will know, after all he is the grand master - buying expensive gifts, silver, gold and diamond jewelry that match your eyes, or clothes in the most luxurious fabrics and look good in your body, he will hand you the bags and sit on the bed telling you to change your clothes for him.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who will carry you on his shoulder easily, with one of his arms he will grab your smaller body, carrying you around, showing off his S/O to everyone - he likes to carry you on his shoulders and feel your thighs squeeze his face, while your hands caress the top of his head.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who will give you kisses every morning, long kisses on your forehead, while whispering how well you did last night, and how beautiful you looked with his marks on your soft skin.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who after a full day, he praises you, seeing how mentally tired you are, massaging your shoulders with some sweet aroma oil, his hands will massage you from your neck to your back, touching all the most tired spots and aching, enjoying every satisfied moan and happy sigh you give to his cool, soft touch. "-You try so hard for me, let me take care of you sweetheart." Right after the massage, he will help you take a hot or cold shower - it depends on your preference at the time - while watching you, he joins you, massaging your breasts lightly, he knows how much you love his touch and that effect it has on you - but that time, he will just stay there, hugging you as the water falls over the two of you, bodies pressed together and naked, only the splash of water and sweet praise from the grand master's voice can be heard.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who peppers your face with kisses, smiling slightly as he does them, while the two of you prepare something to eat together and watch your favorite movie, he will whisper in your ear to tickle you and see you laugh sweetly, Bi Han would fall more and more in love that you smiled because of him, never tired of saying that you should smile more, otherwise you might end up like him - a bad-tempered grand master -

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who gets the most comfortable and softest pillows, and warmest sheets, arranging a comfortable space on the big sofa, while he watches you choose the movie, he won't complain, even if it's a horrible movie for him, after all, he just wants to make you happy after a busy day.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who will smile at the choice of clothes you made, just a loose shirt of his on your body, with nothing underneath and yet, you looked like the most beautiful person in the world to him. "-You brought everything to watch the movie, right? After you play, I don't want any complaints that you forgot to pick up something, ok, little hunter?" He joked as he watched you go in his direction, hugging his arm, enjoying the cold of your cyromancer boyfriend's body.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who realizes that you're not paying that much attention to the movie, but that you're sleepy, but mostly horny, rubbing yourself against him, while moaning softly. "-Oh baby... do you need help to cum? just ask me ." Bi Han speaks calmly, placing a kiss on your lips and lightly placing his hand at your entrance, letting you rub yourself against his fingers, while he felt your clit pulsate and you melt even more under his touch. "-Are you having fun bunny? Do you want more than my fingers?" the grandmaster moans hoarsely when he sees you agree, while the only light that illuminates your body is that of the TV, making the atmosphere even more intimate and tempting for Bi Han. "-Come my angel, let me take care of you and prove how much I love you."

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who lets you rub yourself against his muscular thighs, your hands resting on his shoulders while you moan sleepily and desperately, your clit rubbing against the length of his groin, getting dangerously close to his cock, he wanted to feel you on his thick shaft, on other occasions he I would order you to jump on his dick immediately, but not that night, that night was yours, and he was going to make you happy and comfortable as much as possible. "-Keep doing what feels good for you, just keep moaning beautifully like that, my love..." He watches as you continue rubbing against him, loving seeing your body swaying, his hands slowly guided you onto his cock, no penetration, just your pussy rubbing against his pulsing and hot member, making you even more sleepy and wet. "-Just say the word, darling. And daddy will give you everything you need." Bi Han growled, as he moaned hoarsely, watching your wet cunt rub against every exposed vein on his cock.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who you deny it, and insist on just rubbing yourself against his length, he will understand, while squeezing your breast, smiling and moaning when he sees you satisfy like that, in a short time his abdomen will be dirty with juices from the two of you mixed together, a wet mess, but he will encourage you to continue by telling you how good you make him feel. "-Fuck you're so beautiful like that, that tight pussy just making me cum like that, a good boy/girl for daddy isn't it?" he spoke like a hiss, like the purest silk, looking you in the eyes, he knew you would want more and more pleasure, drunk with sleep and the pleasure of his cock.

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who lies down behind you on the sofa, pulling the soft duvet on both bodies, he will place one of his arms under your head, and whisper to you to focus only on the pleasure and on your favorite movie that was still playing on the screen , as he slowly slid his pulsating, cum-smeared shaft under the covers, slowly entering your wet, needy hole. Your body trembled in front of him, your soft moans filling the air as he fucked you. "-You feel so good, baby. So warm and tight." he murmured, leaning down to nibble your earlobe. "-Cum for Daddy. Let all your stress and tension disappear, just close your eyes and let me take care of everything." He encouraged you, his cock pumped inside your wet pussy, you closed your eyes, the sensation of your peak came quickly, making you hold onto one of the pillows, as you milked Bi Han's cock and moaned his name, whimpering for sensation in your core. "-You're so beautiful when you come on my cock little angel, I could fuck you forever, just to see your pretty face contort with pleasure every time."

♡ SOFT! BI HAN - Who continues with his dick buried inside your pussy, giving small slow and hot thrusts, while massaging your hips. "-That's right, I keep you warm all night long... Sleep tight baby boy/girl, daddy is right here with you." He whispered, pulling the sheet over both of you as you settled into a comfortable position, he stayed there, until he saw his shaft soften and come out of you, he watched you sleep and gently cleaned you, turning off the TV while sighing - laying down on your side again, he fulfilled his promise, keeping you warm for the rest of the night -

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xo-katana · 10 months

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˚✧₊♡⁎˳| How Would MK S/O React To Reader Winning A Sparing Match

♡ Includes ; Fujin, Kung Lao, Liu Kang, Kuai Liang

Fujin

•Is extremely surprised and amused that you managed to beat him

• “Well done, I’m proud of you.”

• Butterfly kisses all over!

• Will have to tell Raiden out of shock and admiration

Kung Lao

•Won’t say it but is a bit salty

•Wants a rematch until he wins

•Thinks you cheated and will tell everyone you did

• “I was simply not ready! You’ll get it next time!”

Liu Kang

• “I’m quite impressed, though I’m sure I’ll be able to defeat you the next time.”

•Is most definitely proud of his S/O

•Won’t say much to you about it but is definitely bragging to others

•It makes his heart happy. Genuinely feels himself fall deeper in love.

Kuai Liang

•With how shocked he was, he won’t say much until you two are in bed together that same night

• “I thought I had the upper hand…”

•Thinks it’s attractive and will let you know verbally and physically <wink>

• “Well done, you were quite the challenge.”

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thisonehere · 24 days

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Bi han x reader smut with the one bed trope while they're on an overnight mission

A Bed of Ice

A/n: OOOOOOOOO, this is going to get spicy. *Cracks knuckles* I've been waiting for this moment for a long time...

Tags: NSFW, Smut, MK1 AU, Request, one-bed trope, G/N reader

C/w: Y'all saw the request, some smutty shit 'bout to happen. Late night sex, fondling, overstimulation, rough sex, hickeys, biting

"A room for two please." the Hotel desk clerk looked up from his phone and he saw you standing before his desk, he could tell you were exhausted but you still attempted to make an effort to be cordial. You had a tired smile stretched across your face. Behind you, he saw a man, Bi-Han, shooting him a smouldering and impatient glare. You both were in your Lin Kuei attire, so he couldn't help but stare at the two ninjas before him. "Are you deaf? She/He/They just spoke, we want a room." Bi-Han growled, both tired and impatient because of the long night. The clerk flinched in surprise. You flash him a smile as you apologize for your friends...over-eagerness to sleep at such a nice place.

"This is a terrible idea." You were in an elevator now, since it was the middle of the night, it was just the two of you inside. Bi-Han was still grumpy, frowning and making sure you were aware of it. You barely paid him any mind though, you were too worn out to even care. You have been on this mission for days with little to no rest. Whenever you would sleep, it would be in turns to look out for possible enemies, and the woods were not as nice to sleep as you might think. "Oh, come on, this is a really nice place." You finally respond back. "Would it kill you to be exited for once?" Bi-Han grunted at this. "Us being here puts us in unimaginable danger. I do not know why I let you talk me into this" He explains in a low and rough tone as if someone could hear him, studying the steel walls of the elevator door as if they open to reveal an enemy waiting for them. "Because deep down there's a part of you who really likes me." You tease. Bi-han huffs as he rolls his eyes.

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It took you a while to finally get to the room. You kept slowing him down to admire the decorations in the hallway. Crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceilings that glistened with iridescent light, oil paintings on the walls to be admired, giant porcelain vases planted here and there, it was a really nice place.

Once you finally get to the door, the first thing you do is the bed and you suddenly remember how tired you are. You wanted to admire the decorations of the room, but your eyes soon began to get heavier and heavier. You heard Bi-Han walk into the bathroom, to do what, you didn't care. You stripped down to your undergarments and climbed onto the bed, the mattress was so soft and the cover was so warm. Compared to the basically cardboard bed you had at the Artika, this bed was heaven. Everything seemed to finally slow down, the quiet was beautiful, better than any lullaby you've ever heard. You turned off the lamp and you were blanketed in darkness. You wrap yourself up in the soft, cotton covers and you doze off in seconds.

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"Y/n." you hear Bi-Han's voice from the darkness, causing you to stir. "MMMMmmm" You grumpily respond back, upset at your slumber being disturbed. You get even more upset when Bi-Han turns the lamp back on, blinding you with the sudden light. "What?" you angrily ask.

"Move over."

"Wwwhhhyyyyyyy?!?!"

"Because I want to sleep."

"Then sleep in the other bed."

"There is no other bed."

With this, you jolt back up. You frantically look around the room and realize what Bi-Han had said was correct. There was no other bed. You had been so tired that you hadn't realized this. You look at Bi-Han and see, just like you, he was also stripped down to his undergarments. You always knew he was muscular just by seeing his strong arms. But here, you saw his half-naked body, every last bit of muscle. His abs, biceps, pecs and many more muscles were nicely highlighted by the lamp's light. His privates were covered by the thin cloth, but the bulge was humongous and right in your face. You gulp as you stare at his sculpted body.

"Well?" You are brought back to the moment. Bi-han impatiently looks down at you waiting for a response. "I-I...Couldn't we change rooms? Get you a new one a mean, a-all to yourself." i-Han rolled his eyes. "Too dangerous. Someone might spot me, but this time it could be the wrong person. And frankly, I am too tired to do all that." You blink your eyes desperately. You realise that this massive hunk of a man will get in the bed with you and that makes every last part of your body tremble for some reason. "Why don't we just make you a makeshift mattress on the floor." Bi-Hans's eyes widen in offence at this idea. "I am your grandmaster! How dare you try and make me sleep on the floor. Move over now, or be moved."

It was pointless to even sleep. You were too wide awake now. You and Bi-Han were close, that's why he asked you to go with him on this mission, but you've very been "sleeping in the same bed in your underwear" close. He was literally beside you, half-naked too, you still can't get over this. You never hesitated to make banter with Bi-Han, but being this close to him made you nervous.

It was all silence, your heartbeat coupled with Bi-Hans's light snoring was all that you could focus on. You turn over and stare at his sleeping body. Your mind couldn't help but race, thinking about so many things about him. Like how he is always harsh and cold, but you'd never guessed that with how adorable and innocent-looking he is when he's sleeping, Also, he smells really nice. You know that's something really weird to think, but he did. And his face, you never really had a good look at it, but it is perfectly sculpted. All you can think about is his body and his face.

Since when was the Grandmaster hot? You wonder.

As you admired him, Bi-Han moved suddenly while in his sleep. You are taken by surprise as he rolls over to you accidently wraps his arm around you and gets close to you. You panic at the sudden feel of his large and heavy arm not only falling on you but making sure to squeeze you a little. He feels so warm, he's a cryomancer, why is he warm. It felt so awkward yet it felt right at the same time. Don't think about how warm he is, you think to yourself over and over again. Don't thin-!!!!

Suddenly your thoughts are interrupted as you feel something brush up beside you. Something big and hard.

...Oh...oh no...

You immediately realize what it is. It's bordered by both your undergarments, but you can feel enough of it to know it's big and girthy. You can also feel your brain basically shut down and your heart stop. You began to panic and you didn't know what to do. But you did know that you felt something, both heat and chills, vibrate throughout your body. You felt an instant desire, a-a fire. And that terrified you. "B-Bi-Han!" You finally spit out. "Hm?" he angrily responds, half asleep and half awake. "I-It's-uh-touching me." You try to not to be direct. “What?” He angrily asks, either he was playing coy of was 100% clueless thank to him being basically half asleep. “It!” You try once again. "WHAT IS 'IT' ?" Bi-Han snaps back, obviously getting more and more frustrated as you keep him awake.

"YOUR GIANT COCK!" You finally cry. You didn't mean to tell, nor use that type of word. But you found yourself getting so flustered and panicked that you lost yourself and your mind for a moment. Bi-Han went silent, you held your breath along with his silence. You weren't sure how'd he respond. You feel instant regret, maybe you should have slipped out of his arm and put a pillow wall between you two, that would've been much easier than this. Maybe then this yearning that went through your body would've died down.

"I see." Bi-Han finally responds. You sigh with relief, now Bi-Han will move and you can go back to trying to sleep. That's what you hoped would happen, because instead, you felt Bi-Han's arms grab you and wrap around you, his member, which felt much harder and bigger now, pressed up against you. "W-What the hell are you doing!?" You gasp. Bi-Han shushes you though as he begins to sway his a little to extenuate his little friends presence. "You think it's massive?" Bi-Han teased. This sudden action took you off guard, this was nothing like Bi-Han, the distant and stoic Grandmaster that you knew well. But here he was, rubbing himself against you.

"N-No, I didn't mean it like that I-" you try to explain. "Quiet. You're a filthy (girl/boy/child) with and even dirtier mouth, maybe there are a few more things I can discipline you on." He says coldly, you feel one of his hands trail down your stomach and find their way between your legs. You gasp as you feel him begging to fondle you. "Grandmaster, I-AH!" You find yourself screaming as he retracts to his and slaps your thigh. "Obey your Grandmaster!" He hisses. He hands back to work and begins gasping and moaning. Things weren't making any sense, why was doing this, why did this feel so...good, so...right. Like Bi-Han's fingers were always meant to be there. "We have been shackled to this mission for so long. It has been such a distressing time, perhaps you will give your Grandmaster some relief." At this moment you realize that you're not going back to sleep just yet.

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It has been hours and Bi-Han hasn't yet been finished with you. Your hole was getting sore and sensitive thanks to the constant use, the bed sheets were no doubt drenched with excess cum that escaped from inside you. You and Bi-Han had done almost every position possible, he was gentle, he was harsh, he was whatever he wanted to be with you, and you were enjoying it all. Yes, you were in pain, but you somehow managed to live every second of this. "OH GODS, BI-HAN!!!" You scream, overwhelmed by it all. "Shut your mouth and serve your grandmaster!" Bi-Han snaps at you.

You were to reduce mindless fuck-toy for your Grandmaster. Your body was riddled with bite marks and hickeys that your Grandmaster happily rewarded you with. You tried to pretend that you hated this at first Bi-Han broke through this facade instantly. How you were in your back and Bi-Han had your legs onto his shoulders, violently slamming his hips into you like a madman. You could barely feel your legs, you could sweat that parts of you were going numb. Your vision begins to go blurry as well, you try to make out Bi-Han's eyes, they are cold and filled with relentlessness and passion. All you can do is cling to him as you were mercilessly fucked.

"This was a good idea after all." Bi-Han spits as he continues to pump into you with terrifying passion. "Are you happy, y/n? You were right!" He said as if the state you were in could put a single thought together to appreciate this and even mock him. Your every thought subsided with the sensations your loving Grandmaster was showered you with. "BI-HAN!!!" You cry once again. Your eyes began to fill with tears at the overwhelming pleasure and pain you were under. Bi-Han smiled at this, the sight of how much he had affected you made the sadist inside of him happy. And with one more satisfied thrust, Bi-Han finally finished inside of you. But at this point, he was basically shooting blanks. Your legs drop from his shoulders and plop wherever, you definitely lose a lot of feeling in them.

You try to catch your breath, maybe even try to bring a thought together Bi-Han hadn't banged your brain right out of you. Suddenly you feel Bi-Han's hand on your cheek. You gasp at the feeling of his rough hand against your gentle skin. He looks you in the eyes, beads of sweat falling from his face, "I think you're right again, y/n" he says through his pants. "I think of me likes you after all." And with that, he collapses right on top of you, leaving you alone to process what happened. You and your Grandmaster just did something unimaginable, this could be scandalous if it got out. But it felt... amazing, part of you wants Bi-Han to wake up so you could do this all over again. The other, much louder part of you demanded that you go to sleep. You feel embarrassed with how well Bi-Han to such a "love"-sick state. What does this mean? What will happen now? You wonder. But your mind is so drained that you can't seem to think anymore. You wrap your arms around Bi-Han and you close your eyes.

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