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lilacsandpetals · 6 months

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Frozen Blossoms Pt. 6

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Bi-Han x F! Reader

Tags and notes: Arranged marriage AU, SFW (but some suggestive themes), exploring emotions, Pre-MK1/MK1 AU

Trigger Warnings: Kidnapping, blood, and mentions of violence.

Bi-Han had gotten far too used to you now.

Since that night when you washed his hair, the taste of your lips lingered on his. It’s as if you’d cast some spell on him. He sought you in quiet moments of the day when no one else was around but you and him. Exchanging discrete touches, stealing kisses, and nothing more.

He inched closer to you every night as you retired to bed. You opted to wake up earlier. A chaste kiss was shared before he departed in the morning, followed by a fervent one before bed each night.

Every day that went by brought you closer to him.

Yet it still left much to be desired. The longing for more of you was present, but it seemed all too difficult to proceed as he hoped. Something seemed to always pull you two apart. Whether it was you pulling away from a kiss far too soon for his liking or him being dragged away to serve Earthrealm. Or maybe on occasion, it was his own apprehension.

He did appreciate the kiss of goodbye you would gift him before he’d depart. Which these days, was more often than he preferred. But he tells himself that it’s not only for Earthrealm’s safety but yours as well.

And maintaining your safety was of the utmost importance to him. He’d strictly insist that you remain within the Lin Kuei’s walls, and when he did, he could see the disappointment in your eyes. Yet it was for your own good. He was sure that you were aware of the fact that your position was highly coveted. So slowly but surely, whispers and retaliation of your marriage clawed their way to the Lin Kuei. But he would not allow anyone from the surrounding clans to advocate or force your removal.

Still, they were becoming more of a nuisance than he had initially anticipated.

Many clans had approached the Grandmaster with offerings of their daughters for marriage; greedy and willing to sacrifice their kin as a bargaining chip in exchange for the Lin Kuei’s protection and loyalty. Although, what right did he have to think that way? His own father had so quickly arranged his marriage for the sake of greater resources for the clan’s advancement and well-being. He knew it was tradition, and he was nothing if not a product of his clan’s laws and heritage. But still, he wondered if his mother would have made him abide by such a standard.

Either way, when you had married there were already unhappy whispers dancing throughout the other clans. With tensions brewing he urged your instructors to intensify your training as time went on, just in case things went south. Other than the blatant conflicts they’ve had to shut down, he had instances where they’ve caught suspicious characters lurking nearby the Lin Kuei’s estate.

He wouldn’t worry you about all that. He’d manage that burden on his own.

Usually, he’d be eager to use the skills he has been taught. His bloodlust is greater than he’s let anyone take note of. But when it came to you, these conflicts concerned him. He found no pleasure in engaging in disputes that may put you at risk. It causes his heart to become anxious like he needs to wipe out any threat to you the second it arises.

That’s why he is always leaving you. Your time spent together has been cut short so often because he needs to take care of you in this way.

———————-

For now, he sits at the bedside, his body is tired, but he is eager to spend time in your company.

He glances at your flowers and gently plucks a petal off of one of them, he’d need to pick you new ones soon. These were clearly dead, yet he found it slightly endearing that you kept it around. One night he had seen you pluck some of the flowers off of their buds and place them into one of your books. He never cared for flower pressing, but he did find it somewhat gratifying that you’d preserve his gift in such a way.

His eyes then fall to the books. You had a decent stack of them resting at your bedside. You came off as an avid reader. When he’d return home from his work, he would find you engrossed with your novel more often than not. He wonders what type of books you like. He supposes that you wouldn’t mind him flipping through them.

Oh, how he wishes he hadn’t. You had a type of literature you were fond of and he’s not surprised. Most of the women he knew of had a preference for romance. However, he did not expect your novels to delve into such explicit situations.

What type of filth were you reading??

You often maintained such a monotone look while you read, so he never would assume you could be reading things of that nature.

He toyed at the collar around his neck. Were those actions what you desired of a man? Did you think of anyone while you read those novels? Have you already indulged in such actions with another? Or did you want to try them at all? He was right beside you when you read in the evenings. In his opinion, you had ample opportunity to initiate anything if you so desired. However, you two never went farther than a kiss. And it has been some time now since your first one. A slight feeling of unease settled within his chest. He could be the one to advance your relationship if he really wanted to.

What was holding him back?

The distinct sound of your footsteps approaching snap him out of his thoughts, so he clears his throat and sets the books back in place as if they were yet to be touched.

You rounded the corner with a smile on your face, as beautiful as always. “Husband, will you walk with me to the dining hall?”

He narrows his eyes slightly, “yes.” He gets up and steals one more glance at the books before he walks with you there. He maintains his regular demeanor. As you keep up the pace by his side, your hand slowly slips into his. He allows it and gently tightens his grip on your hand. You keep your eyes trained on the path ahead, but he can’t help stealing glances at you. Your hair was neatly tied back. A few strands always managed to escape but it felt fitting for you. The necklace he’d gotten you has taken up permanent residence on your neck, he knows you are wearing it before he even looks. The pin in your hair is simple, but he wonders if you’d want one to match your necklace. He’s sure he’d be able to find one with a jewel similar in color to that of your necklace.

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Dinner went as per usual. These days your father-in-law would direct his conversation to his sons, leaving you a silent listener at the table. They spoke about their missions and their current affairs. As the matriarch-to-be, you should have been attentive to the conversation. But you often found yourself zoning out. You weren’t included in conversations of this nature that often outside the dinner table, so it made it difficult to engage properly.

But today was different. A calculated list of questions descended upon you. Inquiries on if you’ve been sleeping well and how many hours per night, how consistent you are with training, and if you’ve been eating properly.

You were confused for a moment, you appreciated the Grandmaster’s concern, but it felt nearly invasive. Still, you don’t think much of it until he speaks up once again.

“If all is well, I assume an heir will be conceived soon.”

You nearly choke on your food and begin to cough a bit. Tomas pushes your cup of water towards you. ‘So that was what all the questioning was about.’ You were not ready to have a child, not yet. And you were yet to even sleep with your husband. You seem frozen in place, not knowing how to respond. Thankfully your husband comes to your aid.

“We will inform you when the time comes, father.”

Bi-Han eyes you briefly and you look back down at your plate. That would be a different topic for you two to breach at a different time.

———————-

You’re off to bathe before bed. The warm water is soothing in the midst of the cold weather. Bi-Han is tempted to ask if he could join you. Yet he cannot find the words to do so. Matters of the heart have bested him far more than those of the battlefield. So he finds himself in his secondary place of pain and comfort of the training grounds. More training was beneficial. Unfortunately, he hadn’t anticipated Tomas or Kuai Liang to be present. They seemed more engaged in their conversation than the light sparring they partook in. What exactly were they talking about?

“Did you see his face?”

‘Who’s face?’ Bi-Han debates on whether or not he should ask, but before he is given the pleasure of deciding, Tomas spots him. “Bi-Han! Come practice with us.”

Bi-Han rolls his eyes, but he supposes the sparring partners would prove helpful. “What were you two talking about?” Tomas shoots Kuai Liang a certain look that Bi-Han takes notice of. “Well? Spit it out.” He snaps.

“It’s really nothing,” Tomas says sheepishly.

“We were just speaking on our future endeavors.” Kuai Liang remarks. He debates on whether or not he should cover up the subject of conversation, or if he should test his brother’s temper and be honest.

“As in?”

Kuai Liang throws some hand wraps to Bi-Han, which he snatches with ease. “Marriage and its aspects of love and responsibility.” Bi-Han nearly rolls his eyes. Both brothers assume a fighting stance. As per usual Bi-Han starts on the offensive, so he throws the first kick of the match, “Elaborate.”

“The same subject that father spoke about at dinner.” Kuai Liang responds with a punch that Bi-Han checks. He then shoves his brother slightly rougher than he meant to. ‘The subject spoken about at dinner?’ The sparring comes to an abrupt halt. “My wife?” he hisses.

Tomas promptly speaks up, “No! Just about the idea of having nieces and nephews soon.”

Bi-Han inhales sharply, and Tomas takes note, “I mean unless you haven’t been trying for a child yet?”

Kuai Liang shoots him a slightly amused look, and Bi-Han knows that face. It’s the same face that his younger brother would give him before he was about to spew utter nonsense. “You haven’t yet, have you?”

“Shut your mouths, you insolent fools.”

Tomas tries not to chuckle, “The more you avoid the question, the easier you make the assumption for us.”

“Neither of you is married, so do not act as if you could even comprehend such things.”

Kuai Liang respects his older brother, he really does, but right now he has to resist rolling his eyes.”Harumi and I are not married yet, but I think I’m capable of understanding such a topic.”

“You and Harumi have known each other since you were children, I met my bride rather recently. It is not the same ordeal, so don’t speak on it.”

Kuai Liang supposes his brother is correct. “You’re right in that I wouldn’t understand your exact situation. But you misinterpret my intentions.” He placed his hand on his older brother’s shoulder, “Don’t overthink it. Whenever it does happen, you’ll be fine. And I’m sure you’ll have offspring soon enough.”

Bi-Han will not voice it, but he hopes his brother is right.

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Steam fills the room. You sink into the hot water and let out a pleasant sigh. Lately, you’ve had to increase the amount of time you spend training, and it is safe to say that your muscles still haven’t properly adjusted to the increased burden of it. Therefore, unwinding like this was greatly valued.

Whenever you were in this tub, you were reminded of your first kiss with your husband. The memory is still fresh in your mind and it causes heat to rush to your cheeks. He had looked stunning that evening with his hair down and his demeanor relaxed. Since then you were thankful that you had gotten close enough to exchange more kisses in private. Although neither of you breached the aspect of furthering your physical relationship. Yet you did find yourself desiring it more and more often these days. Thinking of his physique had caused your mind to wander further than you would have felt comfortable admitting.

And then it made you think of dinner earlier.

The process of producing a child did intrigue you, but the rest seemed nerve-wracking. Pregnancy was something you knew you’d have to endure sooner or later. It excited you but scared you all the same. And then the thought of raising a child in this strict environment worried you.

But those were problems that you would address later. For now, you’d relax, and ponder the possibilities of what may have happened if you hadn’t retired to bed so quickly after your first kiss that night.

———————-

Bi-Han eventually returned to your shared quarters. You were adorned in a silk robe, relaxing in the bed, book in hand. Your eyebrows were furrowed as your eyes rapidly scanned the words on the pages. You bit your lip briefly before a small smile emerged on your face. He wonders what about the novel could have you so engrossed; was it on the same topic he had seen earlier today?

He clears his throat and you look up, then briefly down at your book again before you shut it. Your eyes lift to meet his, “welcome back”

He cracks a small smile as he walks over to his side of the bed. “You say that as if I’ve been gone for a long time.”

“It felt long to me,” you tease and lean closer to him. Your book is still enclosed in your hand and Bi-Han can’t help but glance at the novel. “What were you reading?”

“Oh, this?” You hold up the book a bit higher and he gives you a little nod. “It’s a romance.”

You then stand up and motion to the stack at your bedside. “The majority are romance novels. I’ve read through a lot of them.”

You set the book in your hand down gently. “Speaking of which, I want to go get more.”

He raises an eyebrow, “More books? Why?”

‘What does he mean, why?’ You think and cross your arms rather confused, “why not?”

“Do you need them?”

“I find them enjoyable, isn’t that reason enough?”

“Can’t you find enjoyment in other things?”

You scoff and lay a hand on your hip. “I know you’re often preoccupied but the home we live in is catered to the strict nature of your clan. There are not many means of enjoyment here. My days are busy and I like to read to unwind.”

“There’s other ways to unwind.” He responds, almost in a tone that merges desire with that hesitant spite, and it only confuses you more. You step closer, “If you don’t accompany me I will go on my own.”

“You will not.”

Now you are getting annoyed. “And who’s going to stop me?”

Bi-Han clenches his jaw and steps forward, he holds your hand, “I will. You are not allowed to leave on your own.” It wasn’t safe, you’d become an object of envy for other clans. He was not going to let you out on your own.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, you went out on your own accord when you had lived with your family prior to the marriage. You went out during the Mid Autumn Festival. So what was the problem now? To be frank, it was getting a bit tiring. Living out a similar schedule every day, seeing the same locations on the daily.

Before your husband can say anything else you come up with another retort, “Okay, if I’m not allowed to go alone I’m sure Kuai Liang or Tomas will come with me.”

“No, not happening.” He snaps. Were you purposely trying to get on his nerves? The unamused look on your face clearly told him you would not be backing down. “If you desire to go that badly. Then I’ll take you.”

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Bi-Han kept his word the next day.

It was nice to get back into the village, a much-needed change of pace from the confining walls of the Lin Kuei.

You had dragged your husband along to various shops—mostly window shopping. But you eventually made it to the shop that sold the novels you had a preference for. The shop itself was quaint, and the books were located in the back corner. You make your way there and skim the shelves, with your husband following close behind, His shadow looms over you as he tries to steal glances of the books you pluck off the shelf. You can feel how close he is so you turn around, handing him the book you have in hand. “You seem slightly interested.”

He takes the book and glances at the cover, “I assume it’s a romance.”

“Of course, it’s a genre I like. Oh and don’t put that back, I want to buy it.”

Bi-Han flips through the pages. It appeared to follow the course of the other books you had at home.

Maybe he’d sneak a look at the book when you were preoccupied again. If you found the actions done in the novel so enticing, maybe he could use that knowledge to his advantage. Or rather, the overall advantage of your marriage.

He continues to follow you around the shop and ends up buying the books you picked out. As you exit the shop and make your way onto the street you see Bi-Han staring at a small establishment. It was a tad far and on the other side of the road.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. Just stay here. I’ll be right back.”

You oblige and as you squint your eyes, you notice it’s a jewelry shop of some kind. You try not to ponder, but you wonder if he was buying something for you.

So you wait on the side of the street, pacing back and forth a bit while you wait.

But something is wrong, bit by bit, the smell of smoke starts to become apparent. At first, you consider it nothing. Perhaps a nearby eatery had burned their food or something of that nature.

Then your stomach drops as you turn. Without warning, black smoke erupts into the air, and hot flames lick at your surroundings. Screams and shrieks of civilians ring in your ear as you attempt to make sense of what is happening.

You need to get out of here. Where is Bi-Han?

Your eyes quickly scan from side to side. The heat of the flames are becoming more and more apparent as your skin starts to sweat. It’s getting harder to breathe. Your sense of direction is skewed.

You need to find your husband.

But you can’t.

It all happens too fast. You don’t know when the unfamiliar hands grabbed you, and you don’t register how quickly the cloth covers your mouth and nose. You only realize you’re beginning to lose consciousness when it’s too late.

———————-

Your eyes can barely open. There’s a heinous pounding in your head accompanied by stinging pain around your ankles and wrists. You realize you’ve been bound there by a rope that scrapes against your skin every time you move, leaving it red and on the brink of breaking.

You’re unable to speak due to a cloth covering your mouth. You try to remain calm, but that’s easier said than done. Tears stream down your face and you attempt to regulate your breathing. You remind yourself that the more you panic, the harder this will be.

How long have you been here? The last thing you’re able to remember is being ambushed by men you didn’t know. With a thick cloth serving as a blindfold and being in what you assumed was a darker environment, there were limited ways to estimate the passage of time.

It suddenly hits you. The fire must have been a diversion.

You knew something was wrong. Between Bi-Han being more protective, the rise in clan conflicts, and the sudden increase in training, you should have deducted that something was off.

This would not have happened if you paid attention more or if you trained more. Maybe you would’ve been able to defend yourself and make it to Bi-Han in time. You knew risks came with your new status, why didn’t you take that into account more?

You never thought it would affect you so directly, that you’d become a hostage. And worse yet, you didn’t know what these men intended to do. What if they meant to kill you? You would never get to say goodbye to your family back home. You would not get to say goodbye to Bi-Han. You wished you spent more time with him. You can feel yourself shaking, but attempt to take a few deep breaths.

You try to snap out of it. You have to be calm. Worrying would do you no good now.

Your husband wouldn’t leave you like this, would he? He was a capable man. You know he wouldn’t just forget about you.

You will be fine. All you have to do is remain steadfast in your trust towards your husband.

And so as time slowly passes, your breathing returns to a normal rate, and the tears do not stop, but they slow down. You lay your head against the concrete wall. Your mind runs over the same thought again and again. That BI-Han would rescue you, you just needed to be patient.

You don’t know how long it has been, but you’ve remained practically still.

The sound of a heavy door creaking open gets your attention.

“She’s here!”

Your heart pounds as you hear two familiar voices within ear’s reach. ‘Kuai Liang and Tomas.’

“Is she hurt?”

“I think so.”

Both of them come to your aid, first removing your blindfold. Your eyes try to adjust to your surroundings and the visual confirmation that your new family is present eases the tension a bit. Tears of relief leave you as they remove the cloth from your mouth. “Thank you.” You mumble. Drool pools at the side of your lips when you speak. Between that and the tears you briefly think of how much of a mess you might look like now. But the thought leaves as fast as it comes. Kuai Liang undoes the binding on your ankles, while Tomas tends to your wrists. It hurts, and you notice your left wrist has begun to bleed. Your lip begins to quiver and Tomas hastily wraps a cloth around it. “Don’t worry, the rope didn’t cut that deep, this cloth should do until we get back home.”

“And don’t worry Y/N, you’ll be home soon,” Kuai Liang remarks in as comforting a tone that he can muster up right now. But you catch the concerned looks that the brothers exchange.

You try to crack a smile, to show your appreciation at their attempts to make you feel better. But it’s difficult right now.

Where was your husband?

As if on cue, Bi-Han practically breaks down the door as he enters the room. “They’re all dead but one, I left him alive to question.” His tone of voice is harsh, practically lethal.

You’ve never seen him like this.

Blood paints his face and clothing. He is breathing heavily and you can vaguely hear it through his mask. His eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes have never appeared so cold. There’s a blood-soaked dagger in his hand. You can see it’s made of ice and he tosses it to the side before running towards you. His mask covers the lower half of his face, but his eyes have always been expressive, and you can see the hardened look in his eyes slightly soften. He bends down to your level, taking your ankle in his hand gently before you feel his arms wrap around you. He lifts you bridal-style.

Exhaustion has overtaken you. The blood on his clothing concerns you, but it doesn't seem like it belongs to Bi-Han. Some of the blood gets on your cheek when you lay your head against his chest. You can faintly hear his heart beating frantically although he doesn’t show it. He carefully wipes a lone tear that cascades down your cheek.

You want to thank him for saving you, you want to apologize for allowing yourself to be kidnapped. You want to scream and cry, and you want him to wipe away all the tears that threaten to spill over. But it feels as if no matter how many times your mouth opens, no words come out. That no matter how badly you want to move, your body is frozen in place. He carries you out and you close your eyes.

He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you.

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thisonehere · 9 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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glorysbox · 7 months

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maybe a fic where reader does end up giving bi-han a son 👀…. man would go crazy for pregnant sex i know this in my heart

bihan x afab!reader (no female pronouns used)

wc: 1.9k

tags: explicitly 18+, pregnancy sex, bihan is soft in his own way, mentions of body image issues, possessive bihan mention

Bi-han is cold. He's a man that doesn't mince his words. Doesn't pull any punches; physical or verbal.

To many, no, to all of the Lin Kuei, this is an apt description of him. Bi-han's word is absolute. He leads a clan of the greatest warriors—he strives and aims for perfection. He crucifies those who don't.

Though recently, a part of you has you doubting the true nature of his character. When it's just you and him, he seems... different. His words aren't so cold. His touch isn't so rough. A part of you knows it's because you're carrying his child—knows that he doesn't really care for you so much as he cares for what you're giving him. The other part of you wishes he acted this way for other reasons.

"On your back." You abide. You always do. Bi-han's voice is low as he speaks, one hand pinching the fat of your hips as the other grazes over the swell of your stomach. He's a man of few words—with you, at least.

"I have to—"

"Quiet. Move your hands." You hesitate, for once. You've always been quick to heed his words—desperate to impress him in one way or another. But... the pregnancy has been hard on you. Hard on your body; hard on your mental state. It's been hard coping with the changes that've come upon your body. The toll is evident in the way you carry yourself. In your hesitance.

It's hard not to notice the frustration that lines Bi-han's face. Your shyness—though not new—only serves to anger him more. He doesn't understand why you're like this. To him, you're, for lack of a better word, perfect. You listen well. You're pleasing to the eyes. You're carrying the next true heir of the Lin Kuei. What more can he ask for?

His brows furrow.

"I won't ask again. Move your hands." He pauses for a moment, his expression still drawn in—yet, he decides to be nicer with you. "I want to see all of you."

He wants to.

You move your hands. It doesn't take long to feel his icy touch on your body again—slipping up the gown that he'd had custom made for you. Bi-han's calloused hands graze over your warm skin, relishing in the feeling of the softness that so directly contrasts his entire being. It's intimate. It's intimate to feel his hands on yours, so adoringly. It's intimate to be on your back for him... when he'd only ever kept you on your stomach.

"You're not allowed to hide from me." His tone is clipped, fingers squeezing at the flesh of your breasts, eliciting a gasp from your lips. "You can't deny me what is mine." He savors the feeling of your swollen breasts cupped in his hands, his aggression muted in favor of your comfort.

Your hands can't help but follow his own. The palms of your hands rest on top of his—wanting to cover yourself—but still regarding his word. You've never touched Bi-han like this, if at all.

He doesn't stop you.

"Bi-han..." You feel his fingers dancing along the hem of your gown, threatening to pull it over your head. Threatening to expose the changes and new state of your body... something that you aren't particularly fond of. You open your mouth to speak, to ask him to leave it on, but you catch sight of the way his eyes look over your body. It's hard to miss. Hard to miss the way his eyes hungrily graze over your body—and for once, your protests seem to die in your throat.

"Again," Bi-han pulls your gown up just far enough to expose your breasts. "Say my name again."

He pinches the bud of your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It's not lost on him the way you whine ever so slightly—or the way his name falls from your lips in a pathetic and needy whimper. Bi-han puts a hand on each thigh, effectively separating them enough for him to fit himself in between your legs. The protrusion in his pants presses against the soft skin of your thigh—and if you were concentrating enough, you'd feel how it was throbbing just at the sight of you.

His hands run up and down your body, firmly but gently. They cover every inch of you—starting at your neck, moving towards your breasts, feeling the soft skin of your arms, pinching at the fat of your ass. It's almost as if he's trying to commit this very moment to his memory. Bi-han's expression is... soft, in its own way. Soft for only you.

"Don't question me." His voice is low, but insistent. Once more, his hand slides over the swell of your belly. "You insult my choice by hiding from me."

That's the last thing you want.

This time, you make no protest at the feeling of his fingers over your tender nipples. You don't stop him when he's tugging your panties down, past your ankles. You don't stall in an attempt to hide your body anymore. He likes you. All of you. You can hear the sound of your blood thrumming in your ear, quickened at the feeling of the pad of his thumb on your clit. It's gentle. He's gentle.

You feel vulnerable under his gaze. Nervous at the feeling of his eyes trained on you so intensely—and a secret part of you lavishes at the attention your Grandmaster gives only you. His thumb rubs sweet and slow circles on the sensitive bud, gauging your reactions while his other hand toys with the swell of your breasts. You don't miss how Bi-han's lips are parted—don't miss how the tips of his ears are red along with the skin of his cheeks. Only you can see this side of him.

"I'm not satisfied with just one." Bi-han mumbles, hands withdrawing from you to untie the cloth belt that rests on his waist. "You'll give me another child after this."

You're barely listening; too focused on the way his cock springs from his pants—focused on the way precum leaks from the tip and focused on how the stiffness rubs along the slick of your folds. Bi-han is like this for you. For your body.

He's gentle as his cock urges your folds open. Before you were pregnant, everything Bi-han did with you was fast and rough—no concern for you or how you would've wanted to be fucked. Now... Bi-han finds himself putting more thought into the way that he touches you. You liked it before, and you like this now. Bi-han, though, finds himself preferring these slow moments much more—preferring to take his time, to focus on how you feel and eliciting those pretty noises from your mouth that he's come to obsess over. His cock slowly splits you open, filling you inch by inch—coated in your slickness that threatens to slip down the curve of your ass in sticky droplets. His hands grip on your hips, not harshly, as he keeps you anchored under him. The hunger in his expression is palatable; the wet noise of him sinking inside you to the hilt stirring a feeling of arousal deep in your gut.

He watches. Bi-han watches the way your jaw slacks, watches the way you grip onto the muscle of his arms, revels in the feeling of your tightness clinging to him so desperately.

"Bi-han..." Your voice is a pathetic whine, teetering into nothingness as he fully sheathes himself inside of you. "Please... I want more."

Yes. Bi-han prefers you like this.

"More? You're in no position to make requests of me." His cock drags slowly along your sensitive walls, hips rolling into yours almost lazily as his eyes stay trained on your expression. Despite his words, he seems to be giving you exactly what you want. His touch is bordering on possessive as he continues to slowly, agonizingly stretch you open with movements that edge on the feeling of love.

“You’re good to me.” The words are foreign falling from Bi-han’s lips. He’s never been one to compliment anyone, at all, but he seems to be breaking a lot of the previously set expectations of him for you. His tone is hushed… needy, even. To him, you’re beautiful—not that he’d ever say it out loud—but his actions tell you that enough. The way his eyes are hungrily watching the bounce of your breasts or the way they’re trained on the sight of his length sloppily and languidly sinking inside of you tell you everything you’d ever need to know.

Bi-han is less reserved as the rhythm of his hips quicken, the squelching slapping of your bodies joined together forgotten in favor of the audible noises that freely fall from his lips. He’s never let his guard down like this… so quickly, without another thought. You’re the only one that can make him lose his inhibitions like this.

“Bi-han—” His name falls from your lips like second nature, the fluttering and spasming of your walls around him pulling a grunt from him. The way you mewl; the breathlessness of your voice, it serves to only increase the pace of his hips against your own. You’re all glassy-eyed and needy and so wet for him to the point where he finds himself nearly losing control. Your nails dig into the skin of his arms—and he doesn’t stop you.

The rock of your breasts is intoxicating to him, his free hand gripping and kneading at the soft and swollen flesh that’s only become more sensitive with each week that’s passed. More accurately, every part of you intoxicates him beyond belief. He can’t get enough.

It’s not long after that until his hips begin snapping into your own, pumping inside of you with such a fervor that has your thighs trembling wrapped around him and squeaks falling from your lips with each particularly angled thrust of his cock inside of you. Your mind is fuzzy at the feeling of him rutting so desperately inside of you; clouded by the feeling of his hands gripping and greedily squeezing at every part of you that he can reach.

Had it not been for the pronounced shape of your belly, he would’ve opted to swallow the pretty noises he drives from your lips with his own.

Your skin is hot to the touch—and when you feel his icy fingertips in the apex between your thighs, you struggle to hold back the squeak that the sensation forces out of you. The pad of his thumb toys with your clit once more; his ministrations rough and sharp and coaxing you closer to an orgasm. Bi-han grunts at the sight of you—the sight of your back arching and head lolling to the side and the sight of your lips parted and moaning for him. His thumb presses into your clit harshly, providing pressure that matches the particularly deep thrust that he couples with it.

His cock drives into you; burying to the hilt at the feeling of your slick walls clinging and clenching and squeezing around the shaft—thighs unconsciously jolting at the sensation. His hips grind against yours—serving to only heighten the sensation that has you trembling under him so desperately—your orgasm washing over you in waves so intense that you’re whining and shaking and your toes are curling as you keen out intelligible babbles about how good it feels. You don’t even realize how he’s spilt thick ropes of his cum inside of you until the sensation of it seeping out of you.

The feeling of cold hands on the skin of your cheek, thumb swiping away the tears that’d slipped from the pleasure, ground you. How intimate of him.

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toeph · 3 days

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Only with You

Chapter one // Smut // Korra x Reader

Warnings: blindfolded sex, club dancer, not proofread, f/f, swearing English is not my first language, feel free to correct me Word count: 1066

Please interact in anyway you can and comment ‘tag’ if you want to be mentioned in the next chapter

Beifong isn’t fond of your current job, she always goes on about how you are capable of doing something other than being a waitress. It’s hard to find a job in Republic City, especially when you’re being compared to Lin. Sure, hustling up a job as a guard is easy, but do you really want to be out risking your life every single day? Obviously, being a normal waitress does not earn you any money, so where were you working? At a club.

You arrived on the stage and the yellow-tinted lights flashed at you, giving you a signal to start. The crowd was filled with rich, old men who were hungry for a little escape from their day-to-day job. Your clothes cinched to your body, today, you were dressed up as an office lady. Waterbenders helped you make a jaw-dropping sight for the audience. They manipulated water around your body like a hula-hoop as you danced rhythmically.

Not even a second passed before Yuan bills were thrown onto the stage. Your eyes glimmered with excitement, knowing that you didn’t have to worry about bills for at least the whole month. When your shift was over, the crowd quieted down as the next set of dancers were getting ready to be shown. You lay on the wet walls outside of the club, smoking a cigarette. Were you happy living like this? No. But it was the best way to earn money quickly.

A sudden knock shook you out of your train of thought.

“Beifong? Someone’s asked for you,” the manager disclosed “They have a special request.” You rolled your eyes, annoyed at the fact that your break had to be shortened, by some pesky old man.

“Who is it? Someone special?” You questioned.

“They said they would like to keep their identity anonymous.” You pressed the cigarette bud against the wall while you walked, then threw it away. Your manager leads you into a private room, seemingly already set up. There was a glass table, in the center, there lay a single blindfold. So this is the special request? A blindfold? You assumed that you were the one wearing it as the client wanted to remain anonymous. As you sat down to put on the blindfold, you heard your manager talking to someone outside.

“She’s ready for you.” You could hear the door opening, then closing again.

Footsteps were approaching you as you prepared yourself for the worst. Perhaps it was an old man again, or maybe a creepy drug-addict, whatever it was, it paid fair. Your body shivered as a smooth hand traveled up your thigh and pushed up your tight mini-skirt. They caressed your skin and moved up towards your face, cupping it and tucking your hair to the side. You’d never had an unknown customer before, this was new.

“Are you nervous baby?” A raspy voice whispered. A woman. My client was a woman. She kissed and sucked on your neck, earning her a moan. You nodded in reply to her question.

“Don’t worry,” she continued to bite, “I’ll take good care of you.” You felt wet lips collide with yours as her tongue reached the inside of your hot mouth. The kiss became dirtier and sloppy as she started to unbutton your white top. She pinched your nipple through the thin fabric covering your breasts as you two continued to make out.

“Lay over this table for me, baby.” She commanded. Who was this woman? And why was she making you so wet? Her hands guided you to a table and you felt the cold surface touch your stomach as you bent over.

The anticipation was almost unbearable as you tried to imagine who it could be: ordering you to do all these dirty things. You felt her presence grow stronger, and then the sensation of your panties being pushed aside. You gasped as a vibrating object was thrusted inside, causing a wave of pleasure to wash over you.

You bite your lip to stifle a moan, your body only tensing in response to the unexpected stimulation. As you tried to make sense of what was happening, you felt hands wrapping around your waist, one of them moving in a fluid grace that seemed almost otherworldly. This client was unlike anything you’ve had before.

Your hips buckled as she pulled out the toy, only to thrust it back into you again, causing your walls to tighten around the vibrator. You whimpered, feeling the heat building up in your lower abdomen, and tried to hold on to the counter as a support. She was relentless, her movements quick and precise, not missing a single spot that would bring you closer to the edge.

Her pace picked up and her breathing got heavy, the toy vibrating intensely inside of you. You were nearing the peak of your climax, and your cries were increasing in volume. Just as you were about to fall, she stopped, the toy still lodged deep in your cunt.

You felt the vibration slowly subsiding, and then, she pulled the toy out of your drenched hole. You groaned, your pussy still aching for release, your juices flowing freely down your inner thighs. She leaned in, her hot breath fanning over your ear as she whispered.

“Be a good girl and cum for me.” She bit down the tip of your ear. The sudden rush of pleasure overwhelmed you and you came hard, a scream escaping your lips. You could feel her grin against your skin, and you shuddered. “Now, that wasn’t so hard was it?” She purred. You panted heavily, still trying to catch your breath.

She placed a gentle kiss on the nape of your neck, before walking away. “You know what? I’ll pay you double”. You heard the door opening and closing. She was gone. As your breathing slowed down, you realized how wet you had become, your juices dripping onto the floor.

As you stood up, taking off the blindfold, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, your face flushed red and covered in sweat, your clothes disheveled. You tried to make yourself look more presentable, but to no avail, you were still a mess.

Your manager greeted you and handed you the band. It was a lot of money. 1500 Yuans, wow. “Looks like someone did well.” He joked.

You didn’t reply

Who the fuck was that woman?

Tags: @korrasofficialwife @ohmanareyoucereal69

#korra #tlok #korra x reader #so hot #lol #lok #smut #f/f #wlw #author #writers on tumblr #★ ! Tlok · korra #reader #lesbian

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skymoral · 4 months

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Bi-Han x b!reader (wife) x features. Their sons

When reader gets kidnapped while bi-Han takes his sons on their first mission. Just to find out once they get home that the grandmistress was kidnapped and him and his sons have to save the reader before it’s too late.

Your ideas hun, are literal plot fuel for me. I’m a definitely experiment with this one. It may be longer than normal 💅🏾

🩵 KIDNAPPED 🩵

Bi-Han x B!F Reader w/Children

Summary: Bi-Han is finally giving his sons a chance on the field. A mission given to them by Liu Kang. Concerning other timeline invasions. As you were at home with your daughters, although while they were gone. Someone from another timeline infiltrated the clan.

Tags: Family, Kidnapping, mission, protective, assault, death, and hurt/comfort

A/N: I know yall gonna love this one!😊

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“Noooooooooooo! Don’t go dadddy!” his daughter June shouted.

His daughters trying to baracade him, he thought it was the cutest thing. Because he still can leave the room if he have to.

He kneeled in front of his four girls, opening his arms to hug them. One ran into his chest hard, almost taking his breath away.

“I must go little ones, I’ll be back I promise. Then I am all yours.”

“That’s not fair that the boys get to go and not us.” His other daughter May pouted.

“Yea, we’re strong to daddy…” His daughter Sierra chimed in.

“Of course you are, I would expect nothing less. But your duties lie here with your mother, as ours out on the field.” Bi-Han looked at them.

They only pouted more and groaned slightly, You soon intervened pulling the girls one by one of him. Like sticky notes, one of them was a fighter. Gripping him and screaming.

Before you finally got her off, and restrained her. “You should escape why you still can baby, save yourself.” You chuckled.

“I will see my girls again when we return.” He gave you a sweet kiss, making the boys gag and girls complain.

“No! You have to give us bye bye kisses to!” Chi Chi his other daughter complained wiggling out of her mother’s hold.

They gave him another hug and kisses this time, and he returned happily. His daughters now suffice. They went in formation and bowed, “FOR THE LIN KUEI.”

He bowed before finally leaving with his sons.

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Bi-Han was with his Sons, there first mission. Was to infiltrate and obtain intel on the target.

“Now, this is your first mission as children of the Lin Kuei. You are the future of this clan, this mission will test your strength, control, and stealth. As well as to prove to me you can handle any mission alone without me and to protect your mother and sister when I am gone or not around. Do you understand?” Bi-Han explained looking at his sons

“Yes Grandmaster!”

“Good! Now An dong ni will tell us what our plan will be to infiltrate the tower.” Bi-Han said, they all looked at his son An dong ni. Who just held weapon close and slightly nervous

“Uhhhhhhhhhh…”

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You and your daughters were sitting in a straight line doing each others hair. The youngest doing her Barbie’s hair, she brushed instead of braiding like the others. She didn’t know how to do it.

You phone began to ring, the ringtone “Barbie World by Nicki Minaj ft. Ice Spice”. Y’all were shimming to it before ChiChi got up.

“I got it!” ChiChi threw her doll to the side, the phone stopped ringing and she missed the call.

She noticed it was a text from grandma, she grabbed the phone and brought it back to you.

“It’s Grandma! Is it another barbecue?”

“Haha No. I don’t think I’ll be bringing your father or uncle’s to another one.”

You looked at her message, it was kind of weird the way she typed or spoke.

But you shook it off as her being in a rush, and rushing you on top of it… That part is definitely just like your momma

You got dressed and spoke with Tomas, “Tomas can you watch the girls till I come back from momma’s house?”

“Of course Y/N, I would not mind whatsoever. The girls are a pleasure to be with.”

“Thank you. GIRLS! Uncle Tomas will watch you till I come back!” You put on your coat and grabbed your old house keys.

“Yay!” The girls shouted, running out and grabbing Tomas pulling and pushing him in the room.

“Let’s play pet shop.” Sierra recommended.

“YAY PET SHOP!” They all cheered, Tomas face turned nervous.

“Oh no… Not pet shop.”

The door closed, and already you hear chaos and you shake your head smiling.

You had your friend Liu Kang form you a portal to earth. As you headed to your house, you noticed there were no lights on which was weird.

As you got closer to the door, it was super quiet. You somehow was getting a weird feeling, the same one with the text.

You took out your keys and opened the front door, walking in. “Momma?… I came to pick up my husbands gift?…”

No response… Which was weird you put your bags and items on top of the island in the kitchen and headed straight to the living room.

You saw your family chained and tied up with water, stuck in a water sphere they saw you. Reacting strongly, they were trying to speak but there was no sound coming through the sphere.

Before you could try to go to them, you were pulled back. Mouth covered and muffled by water

“Let’s talk somewhere private, shall we?”

The mysterious man took you somewhere, the spell breaking. Dropping your parents, your parents quickly running. To see them already gone through a portal.

“THAT’S WHY I’M A HAVE MY SON IN LAW BEAT YO DEMONIC ASS! Fucking with my babygirl!” Your mother shouted before the portal close.

“Daddy, bring me my phone. I gotta make a call.”

Your father went back in the house, she worried for her babygirl.

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“I told you he was going to get all the praise.” An dong ni whispered to his brother Alex.

“I heard that.” Bi-Han said as they continued walking back home.

“You all did well, a bit sloppy but durable. A little more training could fix that.”

The boys groaned, before quickly straightening up after their father gave them the stare.

As they got closer to home, they heard commotion. Then they saw Y/N’s parents, the boys got excited running to them.

“Grandma! Grandpa!”

“Our little black ninjas! How’s our grand babies!?” There grandmother said hugging the four boys and the other four hugging there grandfather.

“Ya’ll gotten so big.” There grandfather commented. Then your mother stood up walking to hug Bi-Han, he returned. Breaking the hug, holding her close by the arms.

“How did you get here and why?” Bi-Han asked curiously, then he noticed you weren’t around anywhere.

“Where is Y/N?…” Bi-Han asked, with worry slowly rising.

Your parents looked at each other, then back at him. “How about one question at a time baby alright. My babygirl told me you have anger issues…”

“We got here with the help of Johnny boy to get in touch with this little Asian man that opened some big fire portal. To come find you, because our daughter was kidnapped.” Your father answered straight out.

“Kidnapped!?”

“By this random motherfucker, that just walked into my house. Ruining my nice clean floors, and attacked us… forced us to trick my baby to come… or he would’ve killed us, and delivered our corpses to you…” Your mother started crying, putting her hands in her face.

Your father and brother in laws trying to calm her down. “T-They t-took my baby B-Bi-Han. I w-wanted to BEAT that niggas ass… So badly… M-M-My baby…This is my fault!”

To say Bi-Han was pissed was an understatement, he grabbed his mother’s hands from her face as she was sniffling.

“You had no choice, you both are alright yes.”

They both nodded.

“Good, tell me everything. Any detail will be helpful, we will bring her back. Whoever has her, don’t know who they’re dealing with.” Bi-Han said in an intimidating tone. Then he noticed Tomas, and stared confused.

He had a dog collar on, with dog ears and face painted like a dog. “Your daughters.”

Was all Tomas said.

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“Now tell me earthrealmer, where is Sub-zero holding his warriors he is building.”

“I don’t know about anything you’re asking? I don’t dabble deep into my husband’s shit, unless he involved me in it.” You responded spitefully.

You were tied in the middle of a dry spot in the ocean. With water parted around you, if he let it go. He will drown you, and you are not a swimmer.

“Don’t make this harder on yourself earthrealmer.”

“Kiss my ass, I already told you. Whether you believe me or not, seems like a personal problem nigga.” You glared, and he returned it

“You really do have a death wish?”

“I could say the same for you Rain. I’ve had enough of sorcerers for one day.” Bi-Han replied, walking with his sons.

“Oh look… You brought your abominations with you.”

“Watch your tongue sorcerer, before I tear it out.” Bi-Han got into a stance.

“I suggest you corporate or your little pet will drown.” Rain showed him where you were at.

“You don’t know who you’re dealing with. I will handle him, you boys get your mother.”

Rain slammed his staff down on the ground, forming water soldiers. As well as letting the ocean suck you in.

“Mother!” The boys yelled.

Alex was thrown into the water by one of his brothers, while the other soldier. To get you, as you swam to reach your son. You couldn’t, Alex caught you already passed out.

He formed an iceberg around you both. To float up easily. Once y’all reached the top, he pulled you both to the surface. You weren’t breathing and the boys got worried.

“DAD!” Shang your son, trying to pump your chest. Bi-Han ran to your side, moving the boys aside. They were trying to refrain from crying, as there father was pressing your chest and blowing air in your mouth.

“You will not die on me Y/N!”

After several attempts, you finally coughed up water. Bi-Han held you close to his chest as you coughed up more water in his chest. You held him tight as he rubbed your back.

“Maybe *cough* I should take swimming lessons.” You chuckled weakly. Bi-Han smiled at you, pulling you into a strong hug.

His face in the crook of your neck, “I am glad you are safe.”

The boys dog piled you both in a big ball hug. As he helped you up, you winced. He noticed your legs were scrapped and you were slightly bruised.

“Hehe… We got a bit physical before he restrained me. You know I was not going down without a fight.” You smirked at him, he loves how strong willed you are.

He then picked you up bridal style, “BI-HAN!” You blushed, arms around his neck.

“You should not walk when you are injured, and we don’t need you delaying our journey home.”

“Wow, okay… What about that water bender dude?”

“We have something special planned for him.”

You saw your boys tie up the bloody man and dragging him.

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When you made it back home, you were greeted by your worried parents, daughters, and brother in laws. Happy that you returned home safely.

Your leg was bandaged by Kuai Liang, you were exhausted from today’s events. Bi-Han ordered everyone to not disturb you while you rest.

Bi-Han made sure you had a guard by you at all times no matter what.

BONUS: Also as promised Bi-Han gave all his time to his girls. And played salon with him, doing his hair

A/N: I LOVED THIS! Such great plot fuel, and I love utilizing other characters to make things more interesting. I hope y’all love it and sorry for the long wait, I wanted it to be good💅🏾

#mortal kombat #bi han sub zero #fem reader #reader insert #bi han mortal kombat #fanfic #black reader #bi han mk #bi han x reader #bi han fanfic #black fanfic writer #black girl magic #black family #family fanfic #lin kuei

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khaosrealms · 6 months

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I love the Syzoth X Princess!Reader so much I can't even- ❤️❤️❤️ Is it alright if I request something similar but with the Lin Kuei trio? Syzoth falling in love with Sub-Zero, Scorpion, and Smoke's younger sister? I imagine her joining the Outworld investigation bc "Lord Liu Kang, you're sending two of the least stealthiest people in our group for a covert op? With all respect, why in the world did you think this was a good idea?" Basically pressuring the local demi-god into letting her tag along, and the mission going to hell anyway. Super-ninja be damned, the chaos cannot be contained. I also imagine Johnny isn't going to let that fact go anytime soon.

NUWA’S RAZOR. / SYZOTH X LIN KUEI! READER.

a/n: of course it is alright to ask for such a request, that is why i’m here! thank you so much for sending the ask— i am happy to respond 💚

- Perhaps it comes with the territory of being the sole sister of a family of boys. A sense of responsibility likened to that of a mother coordinating a group of toddlers. Younger than your brothers you may be, but hardly inept and hardly easily swayed enough to be told by your Lord when your presence is unneeded. What else was he to expect, when you spent the many of your living years upon Outworld’s soil doing everything in your power to prevent your brothers from slaughtering one another where they stood? If there was anyone more capable of investigating Outworld with discretion, it is you.

“Look at them, my Lord.” You utter, gazing upon his champions. A cabbage farmer, a former yakuza, a deadbeat stage fool. Men who can hardly so much as breathe before taking a bite at one another’s necks. Well, at the very least— with Kung Lao, it was more to take a nip at your own. Easier to control. “If it is recognition you fear, you know you may trust me to remain hidden much better than these… Earthrealmers you have chosen.” You do not miss the gasp of insult that escapes Johnny’s lips; rather, you choose ignorance. Searching for answers in Liu Kang’s glowing eyes. Yet nothing speaks, so it is words you are forced to accept. Words that come in what you imagine is a form of sigh from your Lord’s lips. “No one is to know that you are Lin Kuei.”

- And also, perhaps, you should have simply chosen to let the Earthrealmers suffer their own given fate. The bickering, the clumsy coordination, Tarkat, Shang Tsung, by god, Kenshi’s own eyes. By the time that you awake in a cell, dank and filthy with the smell of corpses and gore, you feel as if that day, you’d been better suited to remaining at home. Continuing your daily training as you’d had for years on end. But instead, waking with an ache in your head so deep it rushes to your spine and forces you up, you realize you no longer had that privilege. Here, instead, you were residing within Shang Tsung’s true laboratory— soon to be faced with the horror of being taken apart and made into whatever greeted your eyes through the cell’s bars.

- You’d been the second in the cell to awake, after Kenshi, woken by virtue of true and utter pain, gouged of his sight; and Baraka, awake since his capture, there to fill the hours alongside you both while you stew in your fate. You’d learned from the former merchant that your jailer had passed prior to your awakening. And now, all five of you await for his return, well— some of you. Johnny and Kung Lao were deep sleepers, it seemed. For now, the ones in the waking world, Baraka, Kenshi, and yourself, filled the rancid air with words. Jailer, you wondered. A chance to flee, bars wide enough to wrench a hand through, threaten for freedom. Options, all waiting for you to spring upon the man who chose to align himself with Shang Tsung and would die for his choice.

- Nearly, you do it. When Johnny finally rouses, stumbling to Kenshi’s side, your jailer appears. Dressed in green, red fabric tied around his bicep, and a tattooed arm that reaches in just enough to be held and twisted around. But it is Baraka who makes the first move, his word that gives you enough pause to listen and discover the true nature of your jailer. Not a herald for Shang Tsung’s cause— a slave to it. His family in the clutches of a man who would slaughter them if so much as a whisper of betrayal left him. A shapeshifter, a Zaterran. Syzoth, a name you only learn due to Shang Tsung’s arrival after fighting the hoards of his creations. A sorcerer who revealed your jailer’s only purpose for remaining in enslavement was a lie. His family dead “many moons ago”. Suffering for no cause but for Shang Tsung’s cruel ambition. Here to die alongside the five of you; suffocating in toxins.

“I should’ve simply stayed with my brothers.” You can’t seem to get the rancid smell of Shang Tsung’s labratory out from your lungs; no matter how hard you breathe in the air of Outerworld. Johnny cackling out a laugh. And too, that smell sitting in the newfound companion of Syzoth. But rather, more so— the scent of despair. Enough to give you pause; to bite back Bi-Han’s insults and instead lean towards Kuai Liang’s guidance. “…He will get what he is due.” A momentary sentiment, but you can see his eyes flicker. Heard, even in the abyss of his mourning. “I am sorry, for your grave loss.” For a moment, he reminds you of Tomas. A sort of kindness in a place where it should have no place coexisting. “Thank you.” “Thank me once we get what you are owed.”

- From that time forth, an agreement formed between you both. To seize the moment, to make Shang Tsung fear the hour for which his own actions would smite him, and you would be there— to assist in that vengeance. A blood pact, almost; shaken hands on even. A source of comedy for Johnny, who found nothing but delight of the thought of the ‘big bad serious ninja’ actually shaking someone’s hand. Syzoth simply shared in your confusion. A mutual link of attitude towards the odd Earthrealmer. If a bit more lenient of his callousness than yourself.

- In Syzoth, you suppose what you find is a… reasoning for balance. You’d cared for your family, always, yes— but you never considered what truly was at stake had someone taken them away. If, like your father, all those you loved were slaughtered. Would you still find the determination to keep going once they were gone? Would you still fair with that kindness he holds when the two of you speak during the night? Still passionate about living beyond vengeance against Shang Tsung— enough to laugh with the Earthrealmers where you failed to join. Too set in Lin Kuei ways; the silence of it, the tight grip of it that these days Bi-Han holds over it as grandmaster. You’d never considered it before. That it was possible you could be swayed. That it would be a Zaterran who would make you question the way of the Lin Kuei as it was.

#syzoth x reader #mortal kombat x reader #syzoth x lin kuei! reader #mk1 #reptile #mk1 imagines #x reader #khaosrealms #😩☝🏽 u know what i’m gonna SAYYYY #TO BE CONTINUEEED #LOLLL thank u so much again #for the wonderful request!#the lin kuei #what a completely normal and reasonable family 🩵

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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wait I just had a random idea

Miguel x Siren!reader idk why but it popped up in my head and I cannot get it out

But anyways how have you been doing? You been posting lots!-🪼 anon

oh my god yes i can definitely do that tehe

it’s because i have a lot of requests and i write them BUT i save them to my drafts and post like every hour or so to space them out 😭— lin 🧚🏽‍♀️

miguel o’hara x siren! reader

what happens when spider-man meets and falls in love with a siren 🧜🏽‍♀️

miguel had always been captivated by you, drawn to your ethereal beauty and enchanting voice. but it was your siren nature that truly intrigued him – the magic and mystery that surrounded your every movement and melody. he couldn't suppress his growing feelings any longer and felt a burning desire to express his love.

one evening, miguel gathered his courage and decided it was time to confess his feelings to you. he found you sitting by the waterfront, your voice carrying across the waves as you sang a haunting melody. as your last note echoed through the air, miguel approached, his heart racing.

with a nervous breath, miguel spoke, his voice filled with sincerity. "i may not know you personally but, there's something i need to tell you. i have fallen deeply in love with you. your siren nature, your beauty, and your voice... they've enraptured my heart." he paused, searching for the right words. "i want you to know that i am willing to adjust my life to accommodate your unique siren lifestyle. i want to be with you, to support you, and to create a life where we can both thrive."

your eyes shimmering with emotion, listened intently to miguel’s declaration. you had guarded your heart for so long, fearing rejection due to your siren existence. but in miguel, you saw a kindred spirit, someone who embraced your uniqueness and offered genuine love and understanding.

a smile bloomed on your face as you responded, your voice as melodious as the waves crashing against the shore. "miguel, your words fill my heart with joy. i have yearned for someone who would accept me for who i am, sirensong and all. to know that you are willing to journey alongside me is a gift beyond measure."

with your hearts now laid bare, miguel and your embarked on a new chapter of your lives together. miguel cupped your face and sealed a kiss that would be a testimony of the beginning of your relationship and for many years to come. both of you worked together to create a home that would accommodate your siren needs. miguel studied the lore and legends surrounding sirens, seeking knowledge and finding ways to blend the human and siren worlds.

your home became a sanctuary, a place where your enchanting voice could echo freely and where miguel found solace in your song. he embraced the shifting tides of your lives, determined to navigate the challenges and celebrate the magic you shared.

you charted a course of love and discovery, with miguel supporting your siren lifestyle every step of the way. on moonlit nights, you would stroll along the beach, hand in hand, sharing tender moments as your voice harmonized with the crashing waves.

as you embraced your intertwined destinies, miguel and you found solace and a profound sense of belonging in each other's arms.in your loving union, you discovered a harmony that transcended the bounds of reality, a love story guided by the song of your hearts, forever entwined by your shared passion and desire to explore the depths of your connection.

in your siren song, you wove a melody that would resonate throughout your lives, an eternal reminder of your love and the promise he had made to accommodate and embrace all aspects of your unique union.

tags 🏷️!! @meeom @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi @sabcandoit @kairiscorner @emiemiemiii

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sovereignjojoz · 1 month

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Distraction

Pairing: smoke/Tomas x reader, I don’t even know if I can tag this Bi-Han x reader because it’s not, but just know Bi-Han has complex ambiguous feelings towards the reader that even I don’t know?????

Summary: The grandmaster disapproves of smokes lover for some reason unbeknownst to them, so he tells them to end it. Two endings.

Warnings: angst but there’s also a separate comforting ending, one mention that reader wears a dress, self-loathing reader in the angst part.

Notes - this was going to be more angsty originally I just couldn’t picture a meaner scenario, because smoke is too nice so I just lessened the angst to something bittersweet (cry) (I want to write something gut wrenching) anyways might write something for syzoth/Bi-han next idk. Requests are always open!!

Bi-Han, the ever stoic Sub-Zero, found himself in an unexpected dilemma, and it was all Tomas’ fault.

Or more specifically your fault.

Recently, Tomas had gotten a lover. Although some may think otherwise the grandmaster was not adverse to such things so long as they didn’t become a distraction.

You were a distraction.

You couldn't be more different from the warriors of their clan. You were like a breath of warmth in the icy corridors of the Lin Kuei compound, bubbly, kind-hearted, and devoid of combat prowess, you stood out like a flower in a field of snow.

While smoke was smitten with your gentle nature and somewhat naivety, Bi-Han couldn't shake off his disapproval.

Your unfiltered presence felt like a disruption to the disciplined order of their lives, a stark contrast to the solemn silence that usually enveloped the Lin Kuei.

Even now he could hear Tomas trying to hush up the sound of muffled laughter and giggles from the other side of the compound, was a place of komat and violence really a place for laughter to make home?

The grandmaster often tried to keep his distance as a result hoping that the incompatibility of you in their lifestyle would become increasingly clear, yet it had been months and it seemed as though you had no intention to leave Tomas’ side.

He didn’t understand what Tomas saw in you, of course your exterior beauty was clear to all (although Tomas wasn’t one to judge on appearance alone) but you were a non fighter. Bi-Han likened your presence to a fragile glass sculpture delicately balanced on the edge of a precipice, it was as though you needed a box to protect you from the harshness of the compound as it seemed as though a mere wispre could shatter your delicacy - and they were never one for whispering.

Perhaps Tomas could be considered the box you sought out, a sanctuary where you could retreat from the harshness of the world and cocoon yourself in layers of protection, so not to mar your fragile heart.

Yet was Tomas considered capable? Many occasions he’d returned home bloodied and bruised, wracking your heart with grief where you should have been finding solace. Sniffles and sobs lined the walls of the corridors while smoke tried his best to be comforting. He knew how this song and dance played out, a few forlorn touches whilst being patched up then the distress would cease (and in its place came the sound of affection).

Such a cycle will be futile for the one who is considered soft hearted, would it not? With enough pressure even resilience can shatter.

He supposed that was the good thing with his younger brother, he never put pressure on you which is why you were always able to be somewhat resilient and converse freely with him.

He was a firsthand witness to this many times and coincidentally one of those many times he overheard you two freely conversing was currently taking place.

“Tomas please don’t,” you begged loudly, and pouted willing him to look you in the eye.

When it came to many things Tomas was strong willed, but you were his one exception, you’d leave him inexplicably weak “pretty, you know I have to, water is quite literally gushing out of the chamber you stay in.” He countered as he pulled you along behind him.

You made a dismissive gesture with your hand, “But you know that is no issue to me, in fact it will just be like sleeping on a water bed.”

Tomas chuckled heartily, “you’re funny you know baby. Okay then it’s not an issue with you but it is an issue with me, can’t have you getting sick.”

You tried to hold him in place by hugging him, “my immune systems is top notch you know!” But he just threw you over his shoulder with ease and continued walking. “Besides can’t I just sleep with you?”

He felt your smaller fists pound on his back urging him to let you down, it was akin to a marshmallow pounding on wood. “You know I would love that but the grandmaster forbid us from sharing a room because of last time.”

You rested your face on his head sighing, “it was your fault, you were the one who squealed.”

He pinched your hip lightly, although it was enough to make you involuntarily yelp. “Let’s not forget who bit me.”

“Hey you knowingly signed up for that when we started dating.”

He flashed you a smile as he threw you down on the couch and brought out an imaginary key to lock you up with.

You gasped betrayed, “I know I know, ‘m sorry! I didn’t want to have to resort to this but your presence is too captivating, just give me three minutes my angel then I’m all yours.”

You relented beckoning him to go on so you could brood whilst you waited for him, the grand master watched this whole debacle go down and decided to make his presence known.

His presence startled you leading you to jump up upon his entrance, “good evening grandmaster.” You palmed at your dress in a state of nervousness.

The tall male eyed you up and down, “where is Tomas.”

“Smokey-” a disapproving frown crept onto his face, you cleared your throat, uncomfortable, “Tomas just left.”

He clicked his tongue, annoyed. “Yes that is evident, to where.”

You bit your bottom lip “he, um, went to the bedroom to fix a broken tap.”

His eyes flickered to you, a harsh glare almost making you want to flinch, “everything in the lin kuei compound is made to perfection, how did it break.”

You took a couple steps back as his proximity slightly intimidated you, “we shared a bath together a-and I must have splashed around to much, I’m really sorry grandmaster please don’t blame smok-”

“Enough.” His glare was enough to silence your nervous rambling. “Sit. I’m going to speak to Tomas, do not disturb us.”

It seemed as though you wanted to say something but you held yourself back deciding to sit down like he instructed you (good choice).

When Tomas heard footsteps approaching he initially thought nothing of it, thinking you had tired of being by your lonesome and wanted his attention again.

Then he heard the heaviness to the footsteps, those weren’t your delicate footsteps.

He used his vestment to wipe the sweat off his brow before answering the door.

“Grandmaster.” Tomas greeted.

Bi-Jan forced his own entry into the room, locking the door behind them, tension hanging thick in the air.

Smoke tried to read his expression his but it was unreadable, although it seemed like a form of inevitable confrontation was about to occur based on the face he was currently making.

“Is there anything-?”

“You are becoming reckless Tomas.”

Smoke furrowed his brows in confusion, he had no idea what the grandmaster was referring to. “What?”

“You broke a tap.”

Tomas rubbed his nape sheepishly, “technically you could say that, but I’ve already fixed it.”

Bi-han stepped closer to smoke, “It is beyond unacceptable.”

“It was a mistake.”

“Do we tolerate mistakes?”

Smoke had a lingering suspicion this issue ran deeper than the tap, of course Bi-Han would be displeased about his broken tap however he seemed to snappy for the issue to just be about the tap.

“We don’t but [name] didn’t mean to-?”

“Answer.”

“No?”

“Yet irregardless of that you did not show up to morning training.” A look of recognition flashed across smokes face, “as your grandmaster that will not be tolerated. You must end your relationship with [name].”

A look of disbelief overcame Tomas’ face. “What? Where is this coming from, why would I do that?” He asked, hurt seeped in his voice.

Bi-Han pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled, “[name] is a distraction and a liability, if [name] were here now your focus would slip and you would struggle to focus on anything else evidently shown by the way you missed morning training.”

“That was my own decision.” Tomas answered defending you from Bi-Hans criticism, “[name] only asked if I would join, I was the one who said yes full well knowing about the training. If anyone is to blame it’s me.”

“It doesn’t matter Tomas. The fact you even said yes proves how far gone you are. [name] is not a warrior nor a medic but a weakness, an attachment to you that makes you vulnerable and puts us all at risk.”

Tomas’ jaw clenched in frustration, “Grandmaster please excuse me but you have no right to judge. You do not understand what you are talking about, [name] is not my weakness.”

“You are being selfish in your pursuits Tomas. Perhaps if she were a warrior there would be room negotiate but someone so tenuous is pitiful.”

“Then forgive me for being selfish grandmaster but I will not relent.” Tomas turned sharply on his heel to exit the room.

Angsty ending

“You will. If you dare to disobey me then take your stuff with you because you will no longer reside here.”

Tomas stopped in his tracks, his hand shakily hovering over the door knob.

He knew he had no more room to argue but he wanted to, more so than ever since it was a battle between his head and his heart.

Tomas threw his head back, exhaling angrily through his nostrils, then he pulled opened the door brashly and stormed out.

He rubbed his hand over his eyes, cursing under his breath.

“Smokey?” He saw your head appear into his view from around the corner, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?” You wrapped your arms tightly around his middle hoping to comfort him, “you seem tense?”

Smoke said nothing and just pulled you close with a desperate longing that was almost too tight. There's a sense of safety in the closeness as your breaths synchronise with his. You frowned pitifully and pulled his head down to your shoulder, gently caressing his hair.

“It’s okay.” You kissed his cheek.

“It’s not.”

“You can tell me what’s the matter?”

He lifted his head up trying to maintain his composed mask, “Bi-Han wants us to break up.”

Your shock lead your grip to loosen on him however he reacted quickly putting it back where it once was.

“Oh.”

He ran a hand through his ashen hair, “don’t worry, we’re not breaking up I’ll just deal with the consequences.” He spoke attempting to give you a reassuring smile but it came out more wry.

It was quite hard to process your current emotions but you were trying your best, “what are the consequences?”

“I’m out.”

Shock painted your face, “you can’t do that this is your whole life, you love it here.”

He brought your hand to his face, “I also love you.”

“I know.” You sniffled and tried your best to wipe the unruly tears that slipped out of the corner of your eyes.

You sighed. “He hates me, right? I must have done something again and now he’s had enough of me, it’s all my fault, I-I’m so stupid-!” You hit your head twice before smoke caught your hands and held them together tightly.

“stop it.”

Despite your hands being bound, you got past him and manage to wrap your hands around his blade, “what if I just cut my hair or if I talk less, I’ll change whatever he wants, I’ll study everything and become more proper…I’ll do anything to make him like me more for you-” smoke tuned out the rest of what was being discussed as he felt you trying to pull the blade towards your hair, he knew irrationality was getting to you. You tried your best to overpower him yet you knew it wouldn’t be possible, he was a warrior you were nothing.

The blade flicked out of your hand and made a small gash on your cheek, but the wound stung more from your saline tears than the actual sharpness of the blade.

His thumb wiped the blood and tears off of your soft skin, “it’s okay, you’ll be alright and I don’t care what he think I like you how you are, I never want you to change.”

“Well that would be good if the grandmaster didn’t hate current me that you love. Why does he hate me, he probably has a good reason anyway…All I want is to be with you…nothing else. but I’m not going to hold you back regardless.”

Smoke purses his lips. He had no answer for you, he couldn’t quite wrap his head around what the grandmasters peculiarity with you was or where this sudden snap came from, he didn’t want to doubt his grandmaster but he felt like there was more to this so called ‘dislike’ if he could even call it that.

His head was a mess.

“There is no good reason.” He didn’t answer your question, instead he just pulled you close into his embrace.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault Tomas.”

“Yeah but still, it’s not fair. You shouldn’t doubt yourself like this thinking it’s your fault and our relationship shouldn’t be ending. Period. I should be able to do something but…If only things could have been different.” Or the grandmaster could have understood instead of being an arrogant ‘know-it-all’, “then…” the words died out on his tongue.

Your lips sadly turned upwards as you stroked his cheek, “but they’re not so there’s no time for lamenting, so I guess this is goodbye Smokey.”

As you took your hand away from his cheek he immediately felt the loss of warmth, replaced with a coolness he didn’t think he’d ever be forced to get used to.

But at least his heart was ignited one last time seeing you smile, even if it was in sadness and not long lasting, it would be a while before he let that smoke fizzle out.

“Goodbye sweetheart.”

Comforting ending

Before you were even aware of what was happening to you, a tug of your hand was pulling you forward leaving you stumbling to catch up with your feet.

“Tomas? Where are we going?”

He continued walking at a brisk pace, not stopping till you were outside the compound, “just for a walk, need to let some steam off.”

“You need to cool off some smoke?” You joked laughing at your pun.

That managed to crack a small smile from him, “and Bi-Han wants this to end,” he muttered under his breath.

You tilted your head at him in a curious manner, “what?”

He stopped beneath a tree, decorated with soft glistening snow on top of the wooden branches. He tuned towards you and squished your cheeks together before giving you a soft kiss. “Don’t worry.”

“Okay!”

You couldn’t figure out what it was but he was heavily concentrated on something in the distance right now, his face was clouded by a far a way look till he abruptly turned to face you. “Hey, do you want to get married?”

You gasped surprised, “really? You’d marry me!”

Smoke grinned enthusiastically, “would I? Of course I would!”

You jumped on him to excited to contain yourself making him stumble backwards before he steadied himself and you, “okay! It would probably only take me like two days to find a dress and we could just go down and sign the documents unless you wanted to have a big official thing but I’m not sure how that would-”

He pinched your lips while laughing to silence your rambling, “how about now?”

“But we have nothing I-!”

He cut you off once more, “we don’t need anything, just us, it will make it special! sure it will be informal but only us two will get it!”

“Here look,” he grabbed your smaller hands in his larger coarse hands, “[name], may I be forever yours.”

“Yes, you may Tomas.”

He grinned and pulled his face towards you, giving you a tender and lasting smooch. “Now we’re married!”

“You hit him lightly on his shoulder, “you were meant to wait for me to repeat it!”

He pulled you down to the floor, making you sit on his lap, “M sorry, ‘m sorry! I couldn’t wait.”

You sighed content, laying your head on top of his muscular shoulder, “it’s okay, you have forever to make it up to me.”

His lips curled upwards as he rested his head on top of yours.

Yeah, forever sounds nice.

#mk1 x reader #mk1 x you #smoke x reader #smoke x you #tomas x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #bi han x reader #does that even count??? idk #this should have been more angsty but I’m too weak for smoke #was bi-han sabotaging was it just dislike what was it…we’ll never know even I don’t know #not my best work tbh #but I’m trying to post more regularly #smoke angst #Tomas Angst #mk1 angst #still getting used to writing smokes character

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gamerwoo · 1 year

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hansol: the lovers playlist

characters: hansol x female reader (sort of jungkook x reader???)

genre/warnings: idol au, best friends to strangers (to maybe something else???), one-sided pining, angst, some humor thrown in, this is told from hansol’s pov

word count: 1,298

summary: but hold your breath because tonight will be the night that i will fall for you over again; don't make me change my mind; or I won't live to see another day, i swear its true; because a girl like you is impossible to find; you're impossible to find

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a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics

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A company dinner sounded boring. Why couldn’t they have some kind of Halloween party like SM did? That sounded so much better.

At least, that’s what Soonyoung said, but everyone generally agreed.

“There’ll still be music and stuff,” Seungcheol promised. “We get dinner, we listen to all the CEO’s and important people speak, and then we get to party.”

“I thought we were just eating and shaking hands with the important people and stuff,” Chan said, seeming confused.

“No, remember they gave us a paper to fill out?” Joshua reminded him. “Like, food we wanted for the buffet, and songs we wanted played?”

“...I might’ve thrown that out,” Soonyoung admitted.

“Well, if they don’t play my middle-school-dance-mix, I’m leaving,” Joshua scoffed.

So at least Hansol had that to look forward to. The infamous playlist that Josh liked to blast in the car, even when Seungcheol was driving and complaining that it was music he didn’t know.

Except, he didn’t really get to hear much of it. Like Josh, Hansol grew up on some of those songs. And they played maybe two of them, and it was only because they were popular in Korea back in the day. Still, the music could’ve been way worse.

Despite the dinner being fancy and proper -- Hansol wore a standard black suit with all the accessories, and the girls in the company all wore nice dresses -- the afterparty was anything but. Everyone was allowed to completely let loose and, well, party.

“It would be perfect if we could dress up,” Soonyoung had commented while aggressively jumping around on the dancefloor. “This, but I’m a tiger.”

“Alright, Tony, relax,” Joshua told him.

The song faded out, blending into the next one. But the next was slow, and one that sparked childhood memories for Hansol.

‘The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting.’

Joshua and Hansol immediately made eye contact, and Joshua grinned evilly, “Just like middle school!”

Unfortunately, it was just like middle school. Both men and women awkwardly made their way off the dancefloor if they didn’t have somebody to dance with. Some stayed, either because they were seeing someone or because they were smooth enough to get someone to -- or because they were dancing with their friends. As Hansol made his way off the dancefloor in the middle of Soonyoung grabbing Seokmin and holding him comically close, he caught a glimpse of Seungcheol holding the waist of another idol in their company, as well as Taehyung with--

...Soey?

Amid the party, he’d forgotten how nervous he was before the company dinner. He’d forgotten that he knew he’d see you and your group, and seeing Soey and her boyfriend reminded him that you were here. He’d caught a glimpse of your leader and a couple other girls walking into the venue at the beginning of the dinner before he looked away, trying to immerse himself in conversation at his table. And then once people were drinking and dancing, every thought or anxiety about you had left.

Now, it was hitting him like a truck.

‘But hold your breath...’

He turned away from the couple, only to get metaphorically hit by an even larger truck.

‘Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you over again; Don't make me change my mind.’

At the edge of the crowd, he saw you, dressed in an almost floor-length lilac dress with a slit up one side that reached mid-thigh. Your shoes had been discarded, and your hair that seemed to had been perfectly pinned up at the beginning of the dinner was now falling out, curled pieces framing your face. Your eyes were on the three members with you as you laughed at something one of them said before saying something back to them.

You looked the same. You looked happy, and it made his heart swell. He was happy you were happy.

Was it selfish if he wanted you to be happy with him still in your life?

Suddenly, someone walked up to you. Jungkook approached, holding a hand out to you with a smile on his face, and you grinned back at him and rested your hand in his before he led you into the crowd.

And all Hansol did was stand there and watch.

‘This is not what I intended; I always swore to you I'd never fall apart.’

Hansol’s legs moved without his brain telling them to so he could get a better look at you and Jungkook between bodies. He held one of your hands while the other went to your waist, and your free hand rested on his shoulder as the two of you swayed back and forth.

Now what? How the hell was he supposed to compete with Jeon Jungkook? Everything about him was perfect and exactly your type -- at least, he always thought that way until you confessed to him.

‘You always thought that I was stronger; I may have failed but I have loved you from the start.’

The way you smiled and laughed with Jungkook -- why couldn’t that be him? If he just was honest from the beginning, it could’ve been him. But he fucked everything up. He overthought and underestimated. And now what could he do?

He felt a hand on his shoulder before he softly heard his name in his ear. He glanced to his left to see Wonwoo -- of course Wonwoo wasn’t dancing with anyone, he was too shy. He gave the younger boy a sad look before letting out a sigh.

‘So breathe in so deep; Breathe me in, I'm yours to keep.’

“You still miss her, don’t you?”

‘And hold onto your words ‘cause talk is cheap; And remember me tonight when you're asleep.’

No. No, it was more than that. It was more than missing you by his side. It was more than missing your scent that used to fill his car and linger on his pillows. It was more than craving old memories to come back and be relived over and over.

‘Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you over again; Don't make me change my mind.’

“No, dude...” he replied quietly. “I still love her.”

Hansol loved you. He was in love with you all over again. He thought the feelings had faded before -- before he decided to see where things would go with Ivory. He thought they were long gone when you crossed him out of your life because he was never the type to linger on options that weren’t there. But the truth was you were always there. His feelings for you never left, he just tried to push them down enough that it felt like they didn’t exist.

But seeing you again after everything and knowing what he knew; knowing he could’ve had a chance...

God, he loved you.

‘I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true.’

He still had Ivory, and he told her he loved her. And maybe he did, but it was nothing compared to how he felt for you. No matter what Ivory did with him, he never felt the same happiness and carefree joy that he felt when he was with you.

‘Because a girl like you is impossible to find...’

Hansol watched as you said something in Jungkook’s ear, and he let you go. You both seemed to say goodbye to each other before you quickly left to go meet back up with the three lingering off to the side -- but now there were more of your members. One of them handed you your bag, and the other gave you your shoes, and then you all turned and left.

‘You’re impossible to find.’

And once again, he let you go.

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jotatetsuken · 2 years

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dear theodosia

≡ submission for: @mrskenmakozume’s “Oh, My Daddy” Collab <333 and my gift to Kento Nanami for his birthday ♥️ (kento nanami’s birthday special)

⊹ kento nanami x mrs.nanami!afab!reader (uses she/her pronouns) (sfw, slice of life, angst, fluff)

⊹ trope: established marriage, new parents ┊ wc: 1930

≡ inspiration: dear theodosia - leslie odom jr.& lin-manuel miranda and that would be enough - phillipa soo & lin-manuel miranda from the hamilton soundtrack; this video that was shared to me by @/mrskenmakozume (i urge y’all to please listen to the songs to understand the atmosphere)

≡ warnings: fear of parenthood (from both sides), pregnancy, reader is undergoing symptoms of postpartum depression, pet names (baby, love, sweetheart, I think?), majorly fluff (please lmk if i miss any more tags)

≡ beta reading: @benkeibear @mxonigirimiya (thank you so so much <33)

≡ networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

≡ notes: happy birthday to my former salaryman turned sorcerer. ever since i started thinking, dreaming, watching and writing about you, i’ve fallen more in love with you every day. i know not everyone thinks of you as a favorite character, and it’s totally okay. here’s to finding someone like you irl <3 when dear theodosia played in my head, idk why but i so thought of nanami, and i had to do something regarding this. also, there is definitely a tatsu reference in this :D as always, likes, comments, and especially reblogs are appreciated.

Present Day

“Congratulations, Nanami-san! It’s a girl!”

Time stood still in the delivery room for Kento Nanami as he tried to process the news the OBGYN had delivered. Not only were you and the baby okay, but you also gave birth to a baby girl. That too, on his birthday. He’d wanted it for a long time, and now that it was coming to reality, he felt his heartbeats pacing rapidly.

His head then turns to you, as you lie there, heaving and panting with your hands splayed on your tummy, as your gaze fixates on him. He then runs by your side, holding one of your hands, tears welling up in both of your eyes, as you two shed tears of joy with the best news you could’ve heard in a long time.

As the nurse immediately placed the tiny girl in your arms, you smiled at the baby, gently rocking her to put her to sleep. Both of you look at each other and at the baby as you break the silence, softly muttering, “Kento, we did it! She’s here! How are we going to…”

He then puts an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his chest, shushing you calmly as you feel the rhythm of both of your heartbeats returning to their normal pace. He responded softly, “Baby, we’re in this together, and we’ll get through this together.” Remember when you told me when we were expecting and how both of us were scared?”

You nodded in agreement, “Yes, and I couldn’t imagine having anyone else to join me on this rollercoaster ride other than you. Now we have her.” He smiles at you, responding, “Yes, we do. We’ll give the world to her and, someday, she’ll blow us all away.” When you return to the room, you chuckle. “Kento, how funny that you loved that song so much that you sang it to her while I slept!” His mouth gaped wide open, exclaiming, “What?! There's no way you could have known,” and raising an eyebrow. Throwing a knowing smile his way, Kento understood that you blurted it out of him, causing a tint of blush to dust his cheeks.

Three years ago,

The salaryman-turned-jujutsu sorcerer knew very well that it’s a cruel world we live in today, with the balance of good and evil always being tipped either way. In the aftermath of all the cases he investigated and the amount of tears he had to wipe away, coupled with the personal losses he had to endure, had caused him to harden his heart towards the possibility of pursuing a family, let alone a romantic relationship.

However, when you, a fellow jujutsu sorcerer, came into his life, he became so enamored with you that he realized he had to stop feeling that he couldn't provide for you. So, during your years of courtship, both of you worked harder than ever, and you realized that you wanted to be with each other for the long term.

One day, weeks into your engagement and months before your wedding, the two of you had discussed whether parenthood was something that was in the plan for the both of you. You then told him, “Kento, I’m not sure about being a mother. You see, the news that’s been spreading around everywhere? That scares me. It took me a while to even commit to you, let alone commit to raising someone. In addition, we're jujutsu sorcerers, and our jobs require us to be ruthless and cutthroat, so it's really difficult to demonstrate kindness and compassion. “I'm not sure if I'm ready to have a child yet”, to which he replied with a small sigh, “That's okay, baby. Whatever you decide, I’m there for you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, in confusion and say, “So, are you saying that even if I plan on not giving birth, or not having kids at all, would you still love me?” He then nods in agreement and responds, “Yes, because we have each other to love. I am irrevocably in love with you, flaws and all. In this world, as I’m a man, I’m supposed to be protecting you, especially from the world’s cruelties, but you’re someone who doesn’t need to be protected. You’re someone who has a heart that’s big enough to accept me. The fact that you chose to marry me, someone who thinks they’re unworthy of love, is, in fact, a miracle in itself. So, as a couple, we’re supposed to face what’s in front of us. Whenever you decide you want one, I’ll be ready, and even if not, I’ll still be here. We’re a team, and we’ll be a team, regardless. I’ll work hard to spoil you the way you spoil me.” This causes you to smile in awe of your husband-to-be as you hug him, thanking him for giving him the space you need.

Years after your summer wedding, in October, when you told him you were expecting, he got so teary-eyed that he vented about how scared he was to be a parent, more so than you, but you held his hand and assured him, “Kento, it's okay to be scared about being a parent. Being a parent is a lot of responsibility. I'm sure you'll do superbly, however. You are good with Yuuji, aren't you?” Kento’s friend and his senior at Tokyo Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo, had entrusted a first-year high school student, Yuuji Itadori under his care, and as Yuuji came over a couple of times, both of you had been watching each other, and that’s when you realized that you needed to tell him that you were expecting.

Kento sighed and went back to sit on the living room couch to read a book. When you started humming and walking to him, sat by his side and sang a couple of lines while holding his hands, “I don't pretend to know the challenges you're facing, the worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind, but I'm not afraid. I know who I married. So long as you come home at the end of the day, that would be enough—”

You stopped singing as you noticed Kento smiling at you while holding your hand and looking at your ring. With another hand behind your head, he brought it closer so that your foreheads touched each other, as both of you silently communicated that this was a new phase in your lives, one to endure together.

Three years later,

Ever since your little girl was born, as happy as you were for her birth, you have slowly retreated into a shell, unable to take care of yourself, let alone your child. Days, weeks and months would pass where you’d have sleepless nights, not feel hungry on occasion, and space out in situations, like the one time you let the milk boil over for too long, and with you especially having difficulty bonding with the baby, causing her to cry more. There were moments in your spacing out that even caused you to miss her first steps, and her first word: “Mamma.” Thus, there was more of “dadda” ringing in the house, than “Mamma.”

Kento, sensing that you were not your usual self, requested an extended paternity leave and rushed to your aid, taking care of the baby and encouraging you to go for therapy. A new normal was then established where he became a househusband like someone familiar, preparing your tiffin, pushing you to go to therapy to provide a change in environment for you, taking care of the baby by feeding her milk, changing her diapers, and putting her to sleep.

While with you, he didn’t lose his cool, and was very soft-mannered and kind towards you, but stern when he needed to be. He would hug you constantly, bathe you when you were unable to do so yourself, helped you vent out your feelings, and in the months that you were getting better, slowly, you even observed him singing “Dear Theodosia” to her to sleep.

An unexpected smile appeared on your face as you remembered the time you were expecting. As you were half asleep, your baby girl kept moving around, so he splayed his hand on top of your tummy and sang to both of you to lull you both to sleep, “Dear Theodosia, what to say to you? You have my eyes, you have your mother's name. When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart. I'm dedicating every day to you, domestic life was never quite my style. When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart, And I thought I was so smart.”

He then hummed for a moment looking at you with a smile, and continued, “If we lay a strong enough foundation, we'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you, and you'll blow us all away. Someday, someday...” His gaze shifted to you, and he could feel the rumbling in your womb subsiding and heard you snore softly as you both fell asleep.

You then realized that you were missing around the house and the joys of being her mother, and you decided to try to be there for her. So, Kento encouraged you every day, teaching you to prepare the formula, to change the diapers and bond with her, and the ways she nowadays likes to sleep.

That slowly provided you the confidence you needed to bond with your girl. You started holding her with confidence that was gradually building up, causing her to smile at instances. You got her to hold your finger while trying to walk, and that eventually lifted your spirits.

One day when your three-year-old girl quietly entered your bedroom, she crawled up to your bed, and lay in between Kento and you, starting to sniffle. “Mamma, dadda,” she whispered, causing the both of you to open your eyes, and Kento responds to her softly, “Yes, sweetheart, tell me, did you have a bad dream?” She nodded, sniffling. You stroked her coiffed blonde hair in order to calm her down. That’s when an idea popped in your head.

You then asked, “Is it okay if I could sing you to sleep along with your father? I noticed that you like to hear him sing to you, but I was wondering if I could join in.” Your daughter nodded, responding, “Yes, Mamma.” Your eyes brightened reflecting the incandescent moonlight coming through the window. You then began singing, hesitantly, with Kento eventually joining in, and then both of you joined in together.

After that, you told her, “Goodnight, my baby, you’re our pride and joy,” and then you softly hear reply, “Night night, dadda,” and then, “Night night, Mamma.” You tried moving around to sleep, but then you felt a tug on your sleeve. You turned around, and realized that your daughter not only fell asleep, but also clung to your arm, for the first time in three years.

This caused you to gleefully smile at your husband as he mouthed, “I’m so proud of you, love.” As you replied, mouthing out a “thank you,” you turned to each other, caressed each others’ cheeks and you two fell asleep. You smiled to yourself, being thoroughly grateful that you have the father of your child by your side who not only carried you through your hard times, but took care of your daughter, and helped you reconnect with her. Truly, he was one of a kind, and you were in immense awe of him.

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lilacsandpetals · 7 months

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Frozen Blossoms

Bi-Han x F! reader

POV: You get pushed into an arranged marriage you didn't ask for, and it's to the heir of the Lin Kuei.

Tags and notes: drabble (for now?), arranged marriage AU, SFW, exploring emotions, Bi-Han can't process his emotions properly, Pre-MK1 or maybe it's an MK1 AU??

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Your eyes bore into the reflection staring back at you. Your lips were painted red to match the deep shade of the dress that graced your body. A color you found uneasily fitting for the clan you were to marry into. Your hair was neatly tied back with a golden pin to hold it in place. The gems on the pin were in stark contrast to your dress, a shade of blue you had grown familiar with.

Chatter amongst your mother and relatives had faded into white noise as you yet again tried to grasp the reality of your impending future.

You were to be married off to secure an alliance with the Lin Kuei.

Initially, you had thought your parents were playing a cruel joke on you (they were never ones to do so, but you had still hoped). They explained the gravity of the situation. You knew that strife had been increasing in the area and that the Lin Kuei would offer protection that no one dared to rival. Your father shared similar ideals of honor and duty that the Grandmaster was privy to. However, the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei would not be so foolish as to strike up a deal without asking for something in return. Of course, your clan offered resources they found valuable, but it still would not be enough.

It just so happened that his oldest son was to take over the title soon, and that tradition deemed it necessary for him to take a bride.

And so you became the prized bargaining piece.

Naturally, the exchange of your hand in marriage for an alliance weaved its way into conversations between the clans.

Now here you were.

Your eyes trailed toward the door before a veil was placed upon your face. Could you make a run for it at this point? No, there’d be too many to stop you.

Your heart began to beat faster. Bi-Han was his name. He was always cold, much suited for the cryomancer. When the marriage talks began he seemed indifferent, you did not blame him; it wasn’t like you were ecstatic either.

But at the engagement, he didn’t appear happy. You sat across from him, his eyes pierced through you as if he wanted to disintegrate you on the spot. Yet he carried on his duties of presenting the betrothal gifts, which you accepted (it wasn’t as if you had a choice).

You wondered if he would look at you with the same animosity at the wedding ceremony.

—————

You proceed with the ceremony, ever the dutiful daughter. You repeat the vows like clockwork, as does he. You notice how stoic he sounds and you at least attempt to sound happy, albeit not very convincing.

Your families both rejoice, pleasantries and congratulations echo through the air. More so directed towards the respective families than they are at you or Bi-Han.

The rest of the night is spent masquerading under the facade of an eager, happy bride.

None saw through it, or maybe they did, and you chose to ignore their looks of pity. If they had been concerned, they could have spoken on your behalf prior.

Your mother would shoot you a sympathetic glance every so often, engulf you in her arms, and hold you for longer than needed, not that you truly minded. Maybe it was her way of attempting an apology. Yet you didn’t blame her for being complacent. She was no stranger to arranged marriages and this one was needed for the overall good. You will miss her at your new home.

On occasion, you felt as if you were catching the glances of the Grandmaster’s second son. He appeared understanding, his eyes shone kinder than your husband’s. You knew of the Grandmaster’s adopted son as well, he would smile whenever you looked his way.

His brothers seemed kind, why couldn’t Bi-Han come off that way?

Then again, perhaps you were jumping to conclusions. Who’s to say Bi-Han wasn’t as kind? Maybe his serious demeanor was just a front, the same way you kept up your own.

You would be able to tell later on.

Hopefully.

You don’t notice Bi-Han eyes drifting towards you while you remain lost in thought.

—————

The wedding concludes just as fast as it began. You were yearning for the end of it, yet dreading it at the same time.

You exchanged words of gratitude with the guests and said your goodbyes to your family. Reality was starting to hit you at this point. You were going to begin life anew with someone you considered a stranger at heart.

You tried to shake off the thoughts as you were ushered to your new bedroom. Moonlight shone through the windows onto the bed, sheets fitted a shade of crimson with flower petals decorating it. You bit your lip as you changed into your sleeping attire and sat on the bed. A few candles burned nearby, and you wondered if they were aphrodisiacs.

Tradition expected you to consummate your union on the wedding night, but surely he’d understand if you were nervous? You barely knew him… although you had to admit he was physically attractive. His eyes were piercing, his physique enticing, especially his biceps. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was well endowed…

What were you thinking? Perhaps it was your brain’s attempt to calm your nerves,

Time continued to pass by, and Bi-Han still hadn’t arrived. Where was he? Was he even coming?

You couldn’t stifle the yawn that hit you. Maybe he was busy talking to his brother or father? Or maybe he wouldn’t come.

Your mind began to wander. Maybe he had a lover he was saying goodbye to? Or maybe he had run away with a lover. You shook your head,

‘He wouldn’t, not if he’s as responsible and serious as he comes off as.’

You found yourself lying down and resting your head against the pillow. Hopefully, it would not come off as disrespectful. You were just relaxing until he showed up; if he showed up at all.

—————

You fell asleep, you didn’t mean to but the ceremony had exhausted you.

Bi-Han found you sprawled out on the bed, the blanket residing at your feet.

Truthfully, he avoided coming inside the bedroom. He had been pacing around in the main quarters before his father found him. The Grandmaster offered him words of advice and congratulations, which he begrudgingly accepted.

He had also spoken with Kuia Liang and briefly with Tomas. They both seemed to sense his disdain no matter how much he tried to veil it. They advised him to be kind and understanding of how his new bride must be feeling.

How would you be feeling? What stress would you have? You married into the strongest clan Earthrelm had. He on the other hand, now had one more burden to manage.

He hated the idea of an arranged marriage. He didn’t want to be tied down nor distracted from his duties as part of the Lin Keui. However, he knew it was necessary if he was to take on the role of Grandmaster after his father.

His mother and father had their marriage arranged as well. Bi-Han had a suspicion that they had feelings for one another before their engagement, at least that’s what his mother would allude to.

His new bride seemed to be adverse towards him. You barely looked at him, you barely spoke. Why were you so rude?

Both his father and yours had made arrangements between you two to interact prior to the wedding, yet you seemed out of touch. At clan banquets you were indifferent.

He had seen you with others. He had watched you before, prior to the public proposal of an engagement between you two. His curiosity had gotten the best of him so he had kept an eye on you at meetings and other affairs. You were lively, a smile could be found on your lips more often than not. You would speak with passion. You found enjoyment in training with your fellow clan mates. You had a habit of cracking your knuckles when nervous.

He tells himself he only became interested in watching you to better assess the situation; to see what he was getting himself into, or rather what his father had gotten him into.

Why were you so different with him compared to the others? He saw how you interacted with Tomas and Kuia Liang. Did you prefer them over him?

Bi-Han clenched his jaw. What did he lack that made you so apprehensive? He is second in command to his father, he maintains his form, and he fulfills any duty that is required of him. What more could you want in a partner?

Either way, this was an arrangement, he need not be so concerned with the actual ‘happiness’ of this marriage. He would fulfill his duties and he would expect you to fulfill yours.

Yet here you were, already failing at that.

Did you not want to consummate the marriage? Were you so careless towards tradition?

His eyes narrowed at your sleeping form. Did you have a lover? Is that why you were being so distant? If you did he would find out sooner or later, and he would deal with that nuisance swiftly.

He stepped closer. Your eyes were closed and the rhythm of your breathing was steady.

Now, he would be lying if he said he didn’t find you visually appealing.

Your lips looked soft and supple, your eyes warm yet inquisitive, your hands delicate compared to his.

Bi-Han scowled, what was he thinking? Was he already so easily distracted?

He groaned as he prepared himself to sleep. He had an early morning tomorrow, as were most mornings. His father and brother offered him the chance to stay in with his bride, but he wouldn’t bother. His duties towards the Lin Kuei stopped for no one.

As he gets into his side of the bed he notices you shivering and pulls the blanket over your sleeping form. He is able to do that much.

He doesn’t bother to cover himself, why bother when he is accustomed to the cold.

He maintains a noticeable distance between you two and turns his back away from you before he allows himself to fall into a slumber.

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You wake up the following morning. The spot next to you is empty.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #bi han #bi han x reader #bi han sub zero #bi han mk #lin kuei #I've never written an x-reader AU lol #Hopefully I caught all the grammatical errors #Blossoms signify new beginnings

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thisonehere · 1 month

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How about the reader accidentally stumbling upon Smoke shirtless and Smoke takes this opportunity to tease the reader?

Shirtless!Tomas x Reader

A/n: OOOOOOHHHHhhhh, I'm going to enjoy this lol

Tags: MK1, Post-MK1, drabble, soft score smut, NSFW

C/w: Shirtless Tomas, Tomas being a very, very bad boy, heat, sexual tension, sexually charged flirting, drooling

You always loved hanging around the Lin Kuei Brothers. They were always great to be around. Except for Bi-han, he always had such a harsh and rude nature. Besides he had betrayed them by allying with Shang Tsung, so he was basically out of the picture. Kuai and Tomas made up for his absence with their loving and kind personalities. They were always nice to be around and you just adored them. You especially loved Tomas, he was a giant sweetheart, though his appearance didn't always let on to that. The man is an entire Brickhouse. You always tried not to stare too long at his veiny arms, his giant biceps, his broad shoulders, his massive...what were we talking about again?

Anyway, the man is a gentle giant and you love him to bits. That's why this moment shook you to your core. One day you were with them at their new base of operation, you wandering around the place looking for...what exactly? The bathroom? It doesn't matter you immediately forgot as you walked into Tomas's room. You had accidentally made a wrong turn, opened the door and walked right into his room. Your heart stopped as you saw him, without a shirt. A gentle sunlight came from the window and illuminated his ripping body. Highlighting every valuable detail, you could've sworn that was just the gods being cruel to you.

Tomas jumped in surprise as you entered the room, and his pecs jumped with him. "Y/n! What exactly are you doing here?" he softly asks. But you cannot respond, you are too taken by surprise by his body. It was like you were locked in a trance, you were helpless as you stared and admired every muscle on his body. You didn't notice and you soon began to drool as you stared at him. You didn't hear Tomas repeatedly ask you what you were doing in his room and if you were all right.

It took him some time to figure out what you were staring at, things slowly clicked as Tomas followed where your eyes were. A mischievous grin spread across his face.

"Oh, what's wrong, Y/n" He coyly asks as he poses slightly, just enough for his muscles to flex. You gasp as you see this, you feel your face get hot, and you are no doubt blushing. You felt your heart race as Toma continued to flex. "Is something distracting you, Y/n?" He teases.

"I"

You try to speak, but you're so lost in his body that your brain can't seem to process a single word to say. Tomas's flexes seem to get more sexual as he goes on he gives you this wicked smile. He knows what he's doing to you. Who would've known someone so sweet and innocent like him could be such a deviant? "Why, does Y/n have a crush?" He says, his hand slowly going up and down, rubbing his abs. "Has something caught your eye, Y/n?". His grin gets bigger and bigger as he stares you down with his grey eyes, once adorable or sinister. You're lost in him, you don't know what to do. Your heart is racing faster and faster, you can literally feel it beat against your chest. The final straw was when Tomas began to make his pecs bounce.

At that moment, you finally regain control of your body. With a scream, you turn, cover your face and bolt out of the room. Tomas's laughter fills the hall as you flee. "Come back, I have so much more to show you!" You hear him call as you run.

Afterwards, things are quite awkward between you two. Tomas has reverted back to his sweet and gentle nature, but the devilish side of him still comes out every now and then for ou. He likes to tease you about that time you walked in on him and how you drooled over him. "Careful, we don't need you getting distracted. I'm not in the mood to clean anymore drool.". God you hated him, him and his beautiful face...and his sexy and amazing body, and his....dammit, not again!

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ourimpavidheroine · 6 months

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20 Questions

Tagged by @marezelle!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

31!

2. What’s your total AO3 words count?

1,723,715

3. What fandoms do you write for?

On AO3 it's The Legend of Korra and RWBY. I had some old X-Files fic but it got lost in the shuffle (and yes, I am sad about it) and as a kid and teenager I wrote a whole lot of fic for various fandoms.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Please Excuse My Penmanship

Dear Diary or: How I Had a Second Coronation and a Dalliance with a Detective

Five Times Mako Didn't Say I Love You

The Prince and the Bodyguard

Honeymoon

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do make an effort, although I'm not 100% compliant. I think it's a nice exchange, and a good way to interact with readers. I very much enjoy comment exchange chains, where I can chat with the readers, in fact.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uh. None of them? I mean, I guess maybe A Fervent Conflagration; Or A Dispatch Regarding The Investiture Of The Crown Princess, since it ended with Qi crying about letting Naoki down.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmm. Maybe Bouncing off Clouds? I wanted Lin Beifong to have some fucking satisfaction so I had her meet her father, finally. And specifically be happy meeting her father.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes. Enough so that my TLOK fics have had comments toggled so that I have to review and approve them before they get posted.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Some. It's not my main focus. My smut tends to be pretty character-driven. I'm not a fan of reading the same old regurgitated smut that I read in 90% of smut fics (I find it boring and painfully obvious that most of it is being written by people who have never actually experienced said sexual acts they are writing about - thus the regurgitation), so I tend to avoid writing that.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No. Although I have promised to complete a Love Between Fairy and Devil and Till the End of the Moon crossover super AU crack fic that I've been amusing a friend with in bits and pieces. It's ridiculous. And funny. It involves a teenage band that only does covers of Evanescence. I don't know what to tell you.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, into Polish and into Spanish.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I haven't! I am not sure how well I would do that. Generally speaking I don't play well with others. You never know, though. I wouldn't count it out in the future.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Of ever? Mulder and Scully.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don't think I am ever going to get to that Royalist story, unfortunately. I have written stuff on it, but it's not happening. Never say never, but. Yeah. No.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characters! I am very good at finding individual voices for characters, and there seem to be an endless amount of them. I make an effort to keep canon characters canon even years and years into the future. I am also good at keeping details in my stories straight. Continuity is a strength, for sure.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I cannot write to a deadline to save my fucking life. Also, I am 100% a pantser and sometimes sustained plots can elude me. (See all of my thousands of ficlets.) I have a very difficult time finishing any and all of my longer, chaptered fics and that's no good.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Eh. I guess it depends, for me. Why are you doing it? If it's for worldbuilding flavor then I guess it comes down to whether or not it's important to you that readers understand what they are reading. If so, then you need to clarify what's been said by either some sort of direct translation or by what other characters are saying/doing in response. If you don't want readers to understand what's being written - trying to reflect the confusion a character has when hearing dialogue in a foreign country, for example - then sure, that works too.

The one thing I wouldn't do as a writer is add dialogue in another language with the expectation that readers will go to google translate on their own to figure out what it means. That's going to take them right out of the story and the world you've created (literally and figuratively) and as a writer, that would be the last thing I would want to do, break that fourth wall. But that's just me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

If we're talking about actually writing it down then it's a toss up between my self-insert Duran Duran epic masterpiece (which I still have) and a Pern fic that I wrote when I was 10 and which my mother threw out. The Pern one was technically earlier than the Duran Duran one but it wasn't as much a story as it was disjointed scenes and such.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I Do Not Ask the Night for Explanations. It pulled my fucking heart out and trampled it into the ground and brought me back to life after my wife died. I don't know if it is the best fic I've ever written - it's certainly not the most popular, that's for sure - but it saved me, in more ways than one. Especially for a fic that took me over 5 years to write.

I am not a fan of tagging, but if you write fic and you'd like to answer, please do and let me know, because I genuinely enjoy reading people's answers to these.

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