#Bi-Han tries so hard he's just bad at words

[running-with-the-feels]

To offer more of Tomáš remembering AU.. + remembering seeing somewhere of Bi-Han seeing Tomáš as another brother.

Tomáš, in the dead of night: *sneaking around after a terrible memory in the form of a dream*

Bi-Han, just coming back from a mission: ... Hey kid.

Tomáš, cursing in Czech before whipping around to see Bi-Han: ... Oh. Uhm.. I was.. sleepwalking?

Bi-Han, unconvinced: Sure you were, wanna talk about the..."sleepwalking"?

Tomáš: No.

Bi-Han: Thank god, I'm shit at feelings, come on, I managed to sneak some chocolate in. That should help.

[restinslices]

So that Sektor trailer came out and I’m specifically hooked on more info we got about what happens to Bi-Han when he goes after Havik. There’s a line that Sektor says to Bi-Han: “Bi-Han, can you hear me?” I NEED SOME BI-HAN X READER BASED OFF OF THAT LINE ALONE- you can do whatever you want with it I just thought that would be a cool prompt

Hey anon! For some reason this prompt made me think of the song “Once Upon A Dream”, so here we are.

Bi-Han X GN!Reader

Word Count: 3287

Summary: Using your power to jump into other’s dreams, you jump into Bi-Han’s in hopes of speaking with him. Unfortunately for you, things don’t go as you wanted it to.

Content Warning: Angst, hurt w/ no comfort, Bi-Han fighting demons and them mfs got hands, mean Bi-Han, I wrote this while downing a energy drink

“I know you

I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you

That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam”

Dreams were a powerful and interesting concept. You always thought so, but perhaps that made sense for someone like you - someone who could manipulate dreams and bend them to your will.

You had seen first hand how dreams could affect someone’s day. A bad one could cause someone to be cranky in the morning, a good one made them awake with a smile, a dream about a lost loved one caused tears to pool in one's eyes. The list went on and on.

Dreams were where people could escape their day to day lives. You were no different. Life had been less than ideal as of late, causing you to look forward to sleeping more than you used to. You wished everyday that you weren’t like this, that you could be happy when you were awake. You tried. You tried so hard, but life was too quiet. There was someone missing. Someone you couldn’t have.

Your longing for him only got worse after your recent encounter with Titan Havik and his ridiculous dreams of chaos.

Him. 

Seeing him after his betrayal… seeing him in such a hateful manner at his own brother’s wedding… then what Havik did to him…

Him.

Why was thinking his name so painful? 

And why were you trying to connect with him like you used to? 

Around you was a dull void. No walls, no solid ground, nothing physical. Just a blackness with an unknown light source coming from above, highlighting your frame. Your body hung in this void. Was this the right choice? Maybe you should just abandon this idea and actually dream.

“Bi-Han, can you hear me?”

Under normal circumstances, Bi–Han would respond to your telepathic message. 

“Yes” he��d say back to you.

Such a simple word, yet you were missing it desperately. There was no response. You’d have to check if he was asleep your own way then.

You closed your eyes and pictured the outline of his body. He had no facial features or any details to him. The inside of his silhouette was a white light, the outline a bright blue. The light dimmed and brightened to the rhythm of his heart.

Thump - Dims

Bump - Brightens

Slow and steady.

Thump-bump… thump-bump… thump-bump…

He was sleeping.

“Bi-Han, can you hear me?”

Of course he could. He was choosing to ignore you. Choosing not to imagine himself putting a letter in a mailbox like you taught him to. This should’ve made you abandon this quest, but instead you imagined his silhouette becoming bigger and bigger, consuming your entire vision until-

Birds singing.

He was dreaming of birds singing?

You opened your eyes once you felt your feet touch solid ground. Of course he’d be with his clan in his dreams. This no longer felt like home to you, but it still was to him. 

Dreams were strange. Brains just threw context at dreamers without actually showing them anything at times. You could feel parts of his dream being absorbed into you like a sponge. Somehow you knew that he was dreaming of his perfect future. You could tell Liu Kang was gone. Maybe he was dead, maybe not, but you just felt it in your bones that he wasn’t a part of this reality.

You willed yourself to find him, creating a blue string to show you the way to him. You tried to ignore your own thumping heart. Tried to ignore the stone warriors Shang Tsung promised Bi-Han staring daggers into you. Tried to force yourself to take slow and deep breaths as you continued on the path.

Then there he was. 

Standing atop a cliff, hands behind his back, watching the beautiful sunset. What Havik made him was gone. He looked like his normal self; same suit, shoes, hair, even the details in his skin were the same. His name left your lips hardly above a whisper, “Bi-Han… it’s me”. 

“I know” his voice came out gruff - so the usual. 

“Did you hear me when I tried to-”

“Yes”.

You had known it, but it hurt like hell having him confirm that he ignored you. You should’ve left, but instead your feet carried you to be at his side. You could see now that he wasn’t watching the sunset. He was watching his clan train, their moves perfect. Abnormally perfect.

You didn’t know what to say. All of this was a last minute decision. You hadn’t practiced some big speech about how much of an asshole he was and how your ring felt heavier on your finger. You had nothing planned. 

“I’ve missed you Bi-Han”.

It was the only thing you could think of. You missed him. Morning, noon, evening, night, you missed him. 

“I’ve missed you dearly. The sun doesn’t feel as warm when you’re not around”.

“So?” he said indifferently. You hadn’t looked up at him, afraid of what you’d see in his eyes.

“Have you-” you swallowed. Did you really wanna know the answer? “Have you missed me?”.

He took a few moments to answer. Once he did though, your heart fell to your stomach. “Why would I?”. Why would he? Because you were his closest friend. Had been ever since you were kids! Or maybe because he had proposed to you. Maybe he should miss you because whenever he talked about his future, you were always in it. He spoke again before you could force out a response, “what do you want from me?”.

You stammered your answer out. His shell was always hard, but never this.”I-I, well- I mean, I wanted to see you”. Your eyes finally looked up but his eyes were still on the people below. He was perfect to look at. Always would be to you. Even his new appearance after Havik was perfect to you. It was perfect because it was him. “I love you-”.

He scoffed, which made you furrow your brows. “Love” he shook his head. “You don’t love me. You are a traitor, and it’s a good thing you’re no longer Lin Kuei. You only dragged us down. Dragged me down”. His words sounded like a mantra. Like he had repeated these words over and over again in his head until it became second nature to say it. It still didn’t stop your mouth from opening slightly in shock. People could call Bi-Han mean all they wanted. He had never ever said such cruel words to you. Even when you made mistakes. His lectures always had care and concern under them. This? This wasn’t right. 

“Why would you say that to me?”.

Only now did he look at you. You expected to see disdain in his eyes. Malice, disgust, fury, something that showed he had no love for you. You saw nothing in his eyes. Just blackness. Coal. Darkness. A void. 

“Why are you still here?”.

“Why did you say that to me?”. He tried to walk away from you but stopped in his tracks when he heard you speak again. “How could you say something like that to me?”.

You heard him take in a deep breath before muttering “don’t do this to yourself”. You hardly even heard him. 

“I love you” you hadn’t realized how softly your words came out. Nor did you see Bi-Han close his eyes due to his back being to you. “I’ve loved you practically all my life. You’re all I’ve been thinking about recently, that’s why I’m here. And- and that’s what you have to say to me?”.

“What do you want me to say?”

“That you love me. Or miss me. Or both”

“Why would I?”

“Because that’s what people who love each other say!” you exclaimed a lot louder than you meant to.

He turned to face you. Damn him! You wanted him to look at you lovingly, then wrap his arms around you and say he loved you too. His stare was hard, mouth in a deep frown, hands at his sides. “Sometimes people say things they don’t mean”.

“Are you serious?” you both could and couldn’t believe him. He was always stubborn but to question your love for him? Despair, anger, betrayal, it all began to bubble inside you. “You don’t think I love you? After all we’ve been through? Has it meant nothing?”. Then another thought crossed your mind. One that made you have to take a deep breath before asking. “Have you found another?”.

“I don’t want another” he responded quietly, which was somewhat odd for him. Not necessarily because it was quiet, but because it was soft. Delicate almost. Then he cleared his throat, “love is a weakness. You’ve shown me that”.

“Bi-”

“Leave”

“No”. You kept your feet firmly against the ground. You wouldn’t be going anywhere. Especially not on this note. You didn’t expect that all your problems would be fixed in one conversion but this couldn't be how tonight ended. “We need to talk-”.

“I don’t want you here!” The sudden rise in his voice made you jump. Was that regret in his eyes? No. It couldn’t be. If he actually felt any remorse, his next words didn’t show it. “I don’t want to speak to you. I don’t want to see you. You are a traitor, meaning that you are dead to me! You were only slowing me down and now? Now I don’t have to worry about you! Enough of this! Leave!”. Your breathing began to speed up, eyes becoming watery, vision blurring. Bi-Han spoke again, his voice quieter this time. “Don’t cr-” he took another deep breath. “I don’t care”. He tried to walk away again.

He got mere feet away before the ground around him rose, trapping the both of you in a wide box. You didn’t know what you felt more. Anger because he had the audacity to yell at you, or sadness because he purposely chose to hurt you. They both bubbled inside you. Your mouth worked a lot faster than your brain. “I have always been by your side” you began, “even as children. Whenever you fell, I was there to help you up. When you needed a laugh, I found any way to make you laugh. When the responsibility of becoming the next Grandmaster felt like a hard burden to carry, I was there to support you”.

“The Bi-Han then was a weak child! I’m older now! I have more challenges!”

“And have I not faced your challenges with you by your side?!” you fully yelled now. Your words were laced with grief and you hoped he could hear it. “When others called you heartless, strict, mean, selfish and whatever else they could think of, I defended you! I always did Bi-Han! I would tell them that you had a huge heart under that hard shell of yours! I would tell them you were strict but loving! That I loved you for a reason! That you genuinely cared for your family!”. All the emotions made you bolder. With each remark, you pointed an accusatory finger at him, stepping closer and closer until you jabbed him in the chest. “I would tell people that I never cared about having children, but if it was with you, I’d consider it! And as more days passed, I wanted it! A family with you was all I wanted! All I want even now!”. It was hard to see his expression. Your vision was too blurry. You thought about wiping your tears away, not wanting to appear weak, but they came too frequently. Your cheeks were already wet. “You can be angry with me. I would be okay with your anger, but do not ever make it seem like I do not love you! I was one of the few people concerned about your safety when you were taken! I carried your body to Liu Kang! I-!”.

A sob passed before you could stop it. You couldn’t stand to look at him. You turned away from him, walking a few inches away, suddenly feeling suffocated. Your chest ached badly. You felt that at any point, your heart would explode, or your throat would get tired of your sobs and decide to close instead, leaving you to die. You covered your mouth with the back of your hand in an attempt to quiet yourself. It worked, but only somewhat. 

With your back to Bi-Han though, you couldn’t see his reaction. You didn’t see his look of confliction, or him clenching and unclenching his fist. You didn’t know how angry he was at himself, because he should’ve hated you for being a traitor, but he just couldn’t. You didn’t know how badly he wanted to comfort you but forced himself not to. He just needed you to leave but you wouldn’t. 

“You betrayed me, do not forget this” he forced himself to say. “I needed you. You, my father, Kuai Liang, Tomas, Liu Kang, you all lack vision! You want me to shackle the Lin Kuei to mediocrity when we could be achieving greatness! No!”. You hadn’t faced him yet. Your bottom lip still trembled. It was humiliating. All this crying on your end and it didn’t even seem like he cared. 

No words were exchanged for a moment. You had to focus on slowing your breathing. What you needed was for him to apologize as he held you. Nothing came. Not even when you walked up to him, putting a hand on his arm in hopes to trigger some hidden affection. 

He took a step back.

You scoffed, then wiped at your eyes again. Your eyes stayed on the floor as you spoke again. “I have spent days and nights thinking about you. Hoping that-” you sniffed, “that you still loved me. I kept hoping that somehow this would all work out and…”.

You couldn’t say it. Everyday you hoped that everything would get better. You’d have each other again. Life would go back to normal, then one day you two would start expanding your family, and when you finally took your last breath, you’d be holding his hand. 

You couldn’t say it out loud. It hurt too much.

“Spare me. Spare me this agony and just say-”

You motioned back and forth between you two hoping he’d get it.

“Say what?”.

You forced it out finally.

“Say you do not love me. Just spare me of this agony and hoping. Just say you do not love me”. Silence passed. You expected that he would just say it right then and there. He didn’t. “Bi-Han please just do this for me”.

More silence.

Then,

“You are a traitor”.

“Fucking shit” you mumbled while wiping your eyes for the millionth time. “Just say it”.

He didn’t. “You were holding me back”.

You looked up at him, though you immediately regretted it. Since when had you gotten so bad at reading him? You tried to guess what he was thinking, but kept drawing a blank. “Please”.

“You left”.

“Bi-Han please”.

Over and over he’d shoot an insult at you, and in response you’d plead with him to say what you needed to hear to hopefully start fully mourning. 

You couldn’t take the back and forth anymore. Why couldn’t he do this one thing for you? Just this one parting gift. “You are so fucking selfish! Why can’t you just be honest with me and say it?!”.

“Why don’t you say it to me?!” he challenged, which was ridiculous to you.

“Not only would I be lying, but I would never wanna hurt you like that! You want me to hurt you the way you hurt me?! Fine!”. You pointed a finger at him, “you are everything that is wrong with you!”. The hardness in his eyes softened. Good. You wanted to see him have some sort of reaction. To hurt as much as you did. “You love to blame me, your father, Kuai Liang, Tomas, anyone for how shitty you can be! You betrayed Earthrealm and your brothers! It isn’t wrong to want a new future, but how you went about it? No, Bi–Han! I wasn’t gonna stand by you as you did something so selfish! You love blaming everyone else and refuse to see that you are in a war by yourself! You scarred your brother! You attacked a wedding and killed innocent people! I am by no means an innocent person. I have made mistakes, and if you have ever genuinely felt like I did not love you, then I’m sorry… but the blood you have on your hands, the blood of innocents and your own” your hand found its way to your chest, your palm feeling your heartbeat under it. “That is not on me”. 

There was no relief after you finished your rant. 

You didn’t feel relief, or satisfaction at the possibility of hurting him. No. You felt terrible. Like you had broken an oath - another one according to Bi-Han -. Once again your gaze tore from his. You shouldn’t have come. This was a mistake. Or perhaps it wasn’t. He hadn’t said the sacred words, but everything else he said was confirmation enough. 

He no longer loved you.

The walls surrounding the both of you collapsed. “You don’t want me here, fine” you forced yourself to say. “I won’t come back”.

“And I know it’s true, that visions are seldom what they seem

But if I know you

I know what you’ll do

You’ll love me at once

The way you did once upon a dream”

The heartache was wet tar, sticking to your skin and refusing to budge. You hoped it would cease sometime soon- dammit. Why did you keep hoping for things? Where had hope gotten you? Hope was foolish to cling onto.

A week passed, and still the pain refused to move. You felt it in everything you did. It made your bones stiff, your movements slow, your focus low, your insides hurt. It was the most diabolical of poisons. 

When a knock against your door filled your ears, you didn’t bother getting up. You simply told them to come in, and although your voice could rival a church mouse, they heard you anyway and came in. “Kuai Liang” you greeted once he came into view.

“Have you been well?”.

At least he didn’t beat around the bush.

“I’ve noticed your recent behavior and-”

“I apologize if I have been lacking, Grandmaster”

Out of respect you got out of bed and bowed. You must’ve been messing up during training, or-

“You have nothing to apologize for” he took a step closer to you, “you seem unhappy. You know you can come to me, right? I’m your friend, family even. Not just your Grandmaster”. Keeping eye contact had become something hard for you. You looked everywhere else when speaking to someone, which was something you hated because it made you feel weaker than you already typically felt.

His hand found your arm. His touch was light, like he worried you would crack if he pressed against you too hard. “Are you okay?”.

There it was. Those three words opened the floodgates, causing you to wrap your arms around his torso and bury your face against his chest as sobs wracked your body. Had he always felt so similar to Bi-Han or was your mind playing tricks on you?

Kuai Liang was the one who held you close, comforting you with his presence alone.

And like a selfish and desperate bastard, you pretended he was Bi-Han.

“But if I know you

I know what you do

You love me at once the way you did once upon a dream”

A/N: Bi-Han angst is my fave genre y'all. It’s always gonna hit. This is a stand alone so uhhh no part 2 :D.

[gay-dorito-dust]

hi😼

so like y’know how bi han is like a rlly big meanie (i love him (๑╹ω╹๑ ) ) soooo can i pls request a bi han hurt/no comfort fic

like imagine the IMMENSE guilt he feels after something bad happens to reader like i live for that.

but please don’t feel obligated to do this request if u r not comfy!! thank u so much i love ur writing sm^^

Bi-Han is a big meanie for sure but then tell me why are his tiddies screaming at me to lay my head on them? Or squeeze them wait- also sorry if this is shit.

Part 2

Bi-Han had always made it apparent to accompany you on missions, regardless of it’s scale and his full confidence in your abilities to keeping yourself safe, seeing as he took it upon himself to train you in the most efficient methods he knew. However there was this constant need that ate away at the back of this mind, telling him that he needed to stay nearby in the instance where you would have him to fall back on to make up for your shortcomings in battle. Bi-Han had promised you this and you knew that he’d always honoured his word, especially more so with you and yet he had felt that in that very moment he had failed you within that regard as he sat himself down by your bedside.

His hand immediately finding your own, holding onto it as though you were going to slip through his grasp. He was fearful that no matter how hard he tried in keeping you close and relatively unharmed, you would inevitably slip through his grasp regardless of his efforts. Bi-Han feared that he was being shown how unfit he was to being your protector by fate itself. Bi-Han was stood outside at the time, awaiting patiently for your return to Lin Kuei with news of a successful mission upon your lips and a sparkle in your eyes, but something told him that it wasn’t going to be a joyous reunion and instead a somber one, and yet he pushed it aside for he had waited long enough for you to come home to suddenly become speculative of your condition.

‘I should’ve been there.’ Bi-Han said to no one in particular. ‘Had I knew beforehand of how bad things had gotten, I could’ve been there to prevent you from ending up in the medbay, where I await for you to awake.’ He adds on, feeling immense guilt, immense shame towards himself for your current predicament, as though he was personally to blame for you fighting for your life.

‘How were you meant to know brother?’ Kuai Liang had said from the doorway, unable to see such heartbreak upon Bi-Han’s face. Many had said that his brothers’ heart was encased in ice but Kuai Liang was lucky enough to say that wasn’t true when you came into his life, you had all but melted the ice that had once entrapped Bi-Han’s heart and nurtured it to embrace the warmth, and for that Kuai Liang was eternally grateful to you for being there for his brother when he couldn’t. ‘How were you meant to know this would happen and even if you did, how would you have been able to prevent it from happing.’ Kuai Liang then gestured to your heavily injured state.

Your wounds had mainly consisted of several lacerations, stab wounds and many other serious afflictions that when the medics had seen to you, they called it a miracle that you were still somehow alive. ‘The gods have their eye on this one, Grandmaster.’ One of the had told Bi-Han, who had been watching over the entire procedure with a watchful eye. ‘Had they been brought to us a fraction of a second later,’ they paused briefly as though to let the severity of the situation sink in, ‘we wouldn’t have been able to save them. We were extremely lucky that fate was on our side this day.’ Bi-Han had held his tongue upon hearing that you had been so close to death, instead bringing himself to focus on the fact that you had been brought back to the Lin Kuei just in time; For he wouldn’t know what he would do had you been just that fraction of a second late.

‘I could’ve saved them Kuai Liang!’ Bi-Han snapped, glaring at his brother and holding his gaze before looking back towards you where his eyes became warm. ‘I could’ve saved them.’ He said for a second time but it came out a lot more sombre, mournful even as he squeezed your hand, raising it raised to his masked lips before resting his forehead against it, his eyes clamped shut as he prayed that he would awake from this seemingly never ending nightmare, hoping to seeing you free of injuries and accompanied with a face full of life.

‘Get some sleep brother, they’ll want you at full health for when they awake.’ Kuai Liang said almost pleadingly but he knew Bi-Han was way beyond reasoning with now that the one person who could talk him out of his self destructive tendencies was laid out on the bed before him, unable to speak sense into him and to go to bed.

‘No. I must stay here, stay with them until they awake.’ Bi-Han stared firmly, keeping his emotions clearly concealed under a stone cold demeanour. ‘I must do better. I almost lost them today and I must.do.better. No.’ Bi-Han clenched the fist that rested in his lap, blunt nails digging into his palm so that he may feel something, anything instead of the numbing sensation that had already begun to spread throughout his chest, ‘I need to do better. So until then, my eyes don’t deserve to rest while they’re consenting fighting for the chance to open theirs.’

[doki-doki-imagines]

Mind numbingly in love with bihan and kuai liang

author note: previous. Happy Valentine!

Bi-Han: -If doctors told him that shooting his head would let his crush fade away, he would do it without thinking twice. -It's hard to notice his change, mostly because he is almost as efficient as always. -Almost is the key word. -His punches are good, but not perfect, his kicks are perfect but not excellent. -Bi-Han is grumpy as always, but his eyes always search for your figure, even in a crowd. Fingers playing and twirling with each other, biceps and pectorals twitching. -Liang is the first to notice his brother behaviour, sly smirk appearing every time he knows you are nearby. -"You look like a lovesick fool, Grandmaster." "Shut your trap, Kuai Liang." "Oh the full name. Did I strike a nerve, brother?" "Silence!" -Tomas chuckles behind them, enjoying the Liang teasings. -Bi-Han will reduce at maximum his relation with you. If possible, he won't even acknowledge your presence in the room. -If you want something to happen, you'll have to take the reins! Bi-Han is already wrapped around your fingers, it is just hard for him to accept that he can't command his own heart.

Kuai Liang: -Liang knows those feelings. He knows he has a crush on you. He just has to understand how to woo you. -Liang doesn't want to bury his feelings. He wants to love you and for his love to be reciprocated by you. -At first, he is a bit rusty. The last time he tried to woo someone, he was a teenager, a time when he was dumb, but his partner wasn't much better. Both felt something more physical than romantic. -Liang knows he doesn't look bad, so his appearance doesn't worry him much. But will you be able to love his personality? -You do already, but he doesn't know. -You flick up his chin, and his heart skips a beat. Once you asked him if you could braid his hair and Liang accepted. He thought about your fingers on his scalp for an entire month; every morning when he had to brush his hair. -Liang also has a problem with jealousy, not as bad as when he was young, but it is still a problem. -He feels sparkles in his hands when you lean a bit too much on Liu Kang. He has to move his fingers around to make sure a fire won't start in his hands. -Liang's voice gets so deep when you get closer, face softening up, a smile always adorning his face. -But he is really weak for your fingers. The slightest touch, and he feels his skin melting. -"I didn't know you are a pyromancer too." "I'm not. What do you mean?" "Because you set my skin on fire every time you touch me." "Fuck this sound stupid" Liang thinks, crossing in his mind this new pick-up line he came up with. -You won't need to take the first step because Liang will take it at the first good occasion. Maybe it's raining and you ask him if you can sleep in his house for the night (Liang will take every occasion to make you wear his clothes). Or the weather is chilly and Liang will seize the opportunity to warm you up. Or simply Liang won't be able to take it anymore and ask you out, dining out begging Madame Bo to keep the temperature of the room chilly so you'll lean on him…

[quantum1mmortality]

Just read some of your stuff, absolutely BEAUTIFUL I might add. Can you sfw/nsfw headcanons do the Lin Kuei boys with a super social gal? Like she’s all energetic and is HUGE on the PDA? Can she also have big titties? (Totally not self projecting or anything)

Tumblr is still being mean and not letting me edit drafts ugh so this is probably gonna be really bad srry

Tw/cw: afab reader, jealous bi han, toxic bi han? he's his own warning guys, kind of just scenarios and not hcs, still hcs tho I cannot deny you all of that, WRITING THIS AFTER I WROTE EVERYTHING AND I FORGOT THE PDA PART IN BI HANS FORGIVE ME ANON, boobs galore, Kuai being a tit guy, I literally hate this so fucking much

Not proofread fuck you

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Bi han

Sfw

Wouldn't admit it, but he finds you adorable.

The way you're the complete opposite of him makes his heart melt.

You practically do all the talking in your relationship while Bi Han silently observes and listens.

When you're out together, he mainly stays beside you as you lead him everywhere.

He finds your ability to quickly make friends amazing, considering he was never able to do that(skill issue).

He can't help but smile when he sees you talk so kindly to everyone, whether you know them or not.

He usually wears his mask when you two are together because of this.

You'd most definitely be the person in the relationship to say "excuse me, he asked for no pickles", mainly because he'd refuse to send his food back because a meal is a meal.

Nsfw

Cool, calm, collected. That's what Bi Han likes to describe himself as. But it's much different when it comes to you.

My god, does this man love tight shirts. It doesn't matter what color, what time of the day, if youre wearing one, he's in the mood.

And he hates how much power you have over him.

He hates when you wear tight clothes in public, too. Mainly because it's extremely hard for him to control himself.

He sees how well you get along with others, how people stare at you with nothing but admiration, and he can't help but feel jealous.

More jealous than he'd like to admit.

Bi Han thinks that he should only be the one staring at you, that he's the only person who can give you the love you deserve.

He'd occasionally see other men staring, looking at your curves and the smile that Bi Han loves so dearly.

He hates the amount of jealousy that pulses through him, clenching his fists tightly as he tries his hardest to keep his composure.

When you get home however, he's showing you just how much he loves you, deserves you, needs you.

He can't help his hands from wandering your body, taking in every curve and relishing in just how beautiful you are.

He'd whisper praise as he kisses and nibbles lightly on your neck, cupping your breasts as a gasp escapes your lips.

You could feel the tent in his pants as he began grinding against your inner thighs, desperately calling out your name as he continues.

His breathing is heavy, fanning your neck as his teeth sank into your shoulder.

A surprised yelp escapes your breath as you can now feel his breath hitting your ear.

"Look what you do to me, you'll have to help me with this, you know."

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Kuai Liang

Sfw

He'd absolutely love seeing you socialize with others.

He'd love the way you can strike up a conversation with anyone and just turn such a bad mood into a light hearted one.

He completely commends your social skills and practically can't go anywhere without you.

Kuai Liang himself would most likely indulge in PDA on his own, so if you initiate, he isn't going to stop you.

He loves holding your hand in public, he loves making people know that he's with you.

He'll also kiss you in public, but not often. Like, at all. He prefers to keep something like that private.

But if you insist, he can't really deny you.

Nsfw

Two words: staring problem.

This man can NOT keep his eyes off you.

Seriously, who decided you can be THAT fine? He genuinely can't stand it.

He's in love with all of your curves, and he LOVES your breasts.

He genuinely can't help wanting to nap on them. Theyre big and soft, can you really blame him?

Kuai Liang would just, touch them. All the time. No warning, he'd walk up to you and just palm them.

Oftentimes, this leads into other things. Kuai is generally just a big fan of titties. Any size, any shape, any color, if you have them, he loves them.

So, he's a professional titty sucker. Willingly.

Kuai genuinely does feel comfort in bringing you pleasure, and if you both get pleasure from doing something, he's all for it.

But if you want to make a night all about him? He's more than excited.

He'd absolutely have you tit fuck him.

He kind of doesn't even get pleasure from the actual feeling, he mainly gets off to how you look during it.

If he was going to be completely honest, seeing you topless and pressing your breasts around his cock is so much more pleasurable than most things.

He'd be a complete mess while watching you, he'd grip the sheets in his hands tightly as he watches his cock disappear and come back through your breasts.

He whimpers as you begin to place kitten licks on his tip, hissing as his grip on the sheets tighten.

Seeing you like this never fails to turn him on quickly, anything that involves you turns him on, but that's not something he'd admit.

"Y/n- please,, let me cum already~"

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Tomas

Sfw

Oh my god.

This man would be OBSESSED with you.

You're pretty AND social? He might as well propose immediately.

He's constantly around you, literally never leaving you alone, especially not in public.

If Tomas has to go into a public setting and he can't bring you, he isn't coming.

To him, you're like an emotional support person. You're usually the person who starts conversations for him, and he genuinely doesn't know what he'd do without you.

He loves how kind and naturally nurturing you are, the smiles he sees on other peoples faces simply because of you is something that has made him more happy than he's willing to admit.

Nsfw

STARING PROBLEM but worse.

Tomas is genuinely insufferable when it comes to your body.

Since he practically worships the ground you walk on, he worships your body even more.

If you were to ask him for literally anything, no matter what it is, he'd do it for you, but he has weaknesses.

If you were to ask him for something while batting your eyelashes, he'd simply stop working.

Because of this, sex with him usually results in him being a bottom.

Yeah, I know, it's practically cliche at this point to make Tomas a bottom, but have you SEEN him?

That man is on his knees day and night trying to please you.

He'd usually have you ride him as one hand would be on your waist while the other is firmly holding one of your breasts.

Sometimes he gets too in the moment and holds both of them, but can you really blame him?

Hes entranced to say the least. They're big, soft, warm, how could he not want to hold them constantly?

Even just touching them is enough to get him off.

His head would be thrown back is pleasure as his grip on you tightens, moaning out your name as he bucks his hips upward.

"Shit- hah,, y/n~ I'm so- ngh, close~"

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Might disappear and never post again wouldn't that be fucking funny

[freyito]

Can I request platonic Tomas and Bi-Han headcannons with a gn child/teen reader who has difficulty feeling emotions because they were never taught how to process or deal with emotions and the only thing they were told about emotions were to hide them?

This is kinda self indulgent, so I'm sorry if it's kinda specific or weird to you

its alright anon this also lowkey heals the inner child in me BECAUSE THATS ME THATS ME THATS ME TOO. paired with flat affect (and rbf) i had a really hard time understanding emotions in general as a kid!!!! nothing could process properly so i was (and still am) the definition of :l (KACPER LORE!!!)so im slappin flat affect on here as well, if u dont mind anon

cw: gn reader, platonic, proud bi-han, happy tomas, reader is teen (age isnt mentioned however), proofread

ᴛᴏᴍᴀꜱ & ʙɪ-ʜᴀɴ + ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇꜱ ᴡ/ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ

-Tomas Vrbada

Tomas comes from a place of sympathy. Perhaps he doesn't quite understand why it's so hard for you to show your emotions, given he's very expressive himself. The most he's experienced is difficult emotions, so he tries his very best not to step over a line.

He's curious and worried, though. He wants to understand you better, and he wants to know just why it is so hard to smile around him.

So, Tomas tries hard to make you smile, any sort of emotion. He'll give you gifts, things he thinks you'll find interesting from his missions, or just try and surprise you in any sort of way. Which always falls short.

He notices that in tense times, or even in times of tragedy you almost seem unsure about how to feel. And afterwards, you almost seem unaffected, in a bad way.

He swallows his pride and just asks you why it's hard to make you emote, why your voice almost lacks emotion. And when you don't have a proper answer, somehow he forms his own answer.

He's kind to you, as much as he will always seek out a reaction, he doesn't think of you any differently. In fact, he's actually determined to teach you how to properly understand your emotions.

He assures you it's okay to cry, happy cry, sad cry, confused cry, whatever kind of cry. Although, not much had come up to render this reaction out of you. He's almost too expressive around you, almost as if he's showing you what to do.

At the end of the day, however, Tomas is sure to help you. Regardless. It doesn't matter if you can only pout now, it's progress. And he's happy. He's actually made it a point to be there during every big step. He finds it so hard to contain himself when he sees you genuinely smile for the first time.

-Bi-Han

Now, Bi-Han understands hiding your emotions. He himself was taught to keep them hidden. But slowly, that had just turned into resentment. So he sees a lot of himself in you.

He'll brush it off at first, he tells himself he doesn't want to get into it. But he slowly convinces himself to come around. He's empathetic, he almost understands every movement you make.

He puts in as much effort as he can, at least, what he thinks is enough effort. As strong as he knows he is, he knows that it's a bad idea to let this evasion of emotion turn into the anger he feels.

Bi-Han sits you down, and talks to you directly. He doesn't tell you his entire story, but he tells you that it's okay to allow yourself to feel and allow yourself to express that. But, he tells you not to force yourself to feel. There's a fine line between those two differences.

He enjoys watching your progress, and just like Tomas, he wants to be there every step of the way. But he's also a bit too prideful for that. So, he's content from watching the sidelines.

Little do you know, he's celebrating those little moments. Behind your back, obviously. He's proud of you. But still too prideful to show that in public. However, he voices this to you. He tells you how proud of you he is when he knows he can have a private word with you.

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[bunniekittiee]

Couldn’t help but use @dinainwater ‘s idea! This is angsty, this is the Bi-Han that the brothers deserved to have :( I was listening to Another Life by Motionless in White (specifically the motion picture collection) while making this. Even though it is about a romantic love, I can see it applying to the brothers as they will never have the Bi-Han they truly wish they had. Maybe in another life. It is a little short compared to what I’ve written.

His mouth was dry, his throat almost closing in on him as he faced the one person he sought to kill. Yet, those eyes did not hold hatred nor rage. They were soft, eyebrows slanted in worry.

“Bi-Han…” Kuai Liang choked out.

“Brother,” He replied warmly, approaching Kuai Liang. “It is good to see you, Kuai Liang.”

Kuai’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You look different than my Bi-Han.”

Bi-Han nodded. “I am from a different timeline. One where I was not consumed by greed and power.” He explained as he studied his brother’s features. His face dropped. “Brother, what has happened to your face?”

He reached out a hand to caress his face, but Kuai Liang flinched back away from him, taking a step back. “I would advise you to not do that.”

Bi-Han frowned. “Who did this to you? Your face… tell me, who did it?”

“It was you, Bi-Han. Maybe not you specifically you, but your counterpart in my timeline.”

The only sounds that could be heard were the chirping of birds and the wind rustling the trees. Bi-Han’s eyes now held concern. “I did this to you?”

Kuai nodded. “Yes, you did.” His eyes shifted away from his gaze, having a little difficulty making eye contact with his Titan brother. Bi-Han raised his hand and gently touched the scar, making Kuai shut his eyes. The coldness of Bi-Han’s fingers felt good on his skin, but he could not help but feel nervous. What if this Bi-Han had bad intentions?

“I am very sorry, brother.” Bi-Han whispered as he looked closely at the scar. “You are so strong to have taken it well. I feel so ashamed that my counterpart harmed you.”

Sighing quietly, Kuai grabbed Bi-Han’s hand. “It is not your fault, I was just cursed with a bad Bi-Han.” They made eye contact for a moment until they both heard footsteps that made them turn their head.

“Bi-Han?” Tomas said worriedly as he quickly took out his karambit. “Get away from him now!”

Kuai held out his hand. “It is okay Tomas. This is not our Bi-Han.”

“Tomas,” Bi-Han smiled at him. “Oh Tomas, it is so good to see you.”

Tomas slowly put his knife away as he eyed the Bi-Han that stood in front of him. Greeted him like a brother. Greeted him like he was family. “Which Bi-Han are you?”

“Titan Bi-Han.” He replied as he moved away from Kuai Liang and made his way to Tomas. “Why are you so wary of me, little brother?”

Tomas’ heart lurched at his words. He referred to him as brother. He had never heard those words come out of Bi-Han’s mouth. But he was staring right at him. In lighter colored clothing with tender features. Not the sharp look that their Bi-Han had. “I… it is hard to trust you.”

Bi-Han’s face fell more. “What do you mean by that?”

Kuai looked sullen. “Our Bi-Han did not treat us the best, as you can tell.” He motioned to his scar.

“Our Bi-Han did not see me as a brother. He was very cruel, no matter how much I proved myself, it was never enough for him.” Tomas explained sadly as he started to approach them. “His words were hurtful, but I never tried to let them affect my attitude.”

Bi-Han now looked distraught as his eyes moved between Kuai Liang and Tomas. “I cannot believe how brutal I am in this timeline.”

They were silent for a moment until Tomas spoke. “Why don’t we discuss our differences during tea time?”

Tomas poured their cups with boiling water, slipping in the tea bags as a Bi-Han and Kuai Liang made themselves comfortable.

“In my timeline, we are still in the Lin Kuei together.” Titan Bi-Han said as he thanked Tomas. “How is it here?”

Tomas and Kuai exchanged looks. “Well, you betrayed us when we went to capture Shang Tsung. You removed the Lin Kuei from being Earthrealm’s protector, so I had to create my own clan with Tomas. The Shirai Ryu.” Scorpion described.

“Betrayed you?” Bi-Han was almost flabbergasted as his mouth slightly hung agape. “How could I do that to you? You are my brothers!”

Tomas smiled sadly. “In this timeline, you were swayed by Shang Tsung’s empty promises.”

“What an incompetent fool.” Bi-Han said sternly. “What else did I do?”

“You killed our father.” Kuai stated with hints of melancholy.

Bi-Han’s eyes widened. “Forsaken our father?”

Kuai nodded. “Yes, brother. You let him die. You told me after you were convinced by Shang Tsung’s offer.”

Bi-Han grimaced. “Killing Father… that is unforgivable. I could not bear to see him perish, let alone let him willingly.”

Tomas sighed. “And you did not let me attend his funeral services. In fact, you had forbidden me from doing so. Kuai Liang tried to convince you to let me go, but you were very firm.”

Bi-Han’s heart was beginning to break with what he was hearing. “My Smoke, I could never do that to you. If it was me, it would have never happened in the first place.”

“There is nothing you can do to change it. What is done is done. All we can do is hope that he will have a change of heart or attitude, but I do not see that happening.” Kuai said bitterly. “What happens in your timeline?”

“We are still Earthrealm’s protectors with myself as Grandmaster. My brothers and I are very close, we have close relationships with each other.” He explained. He smiled proudly. “They are the most wonderful brothers I could ever ask for. I gifted my Tomas his karambit. He was so enthused.”

Tomas felt his heart swell. He was loved like family in Titan Bi-Han’s timeline. It stung that in this timeline he could not experience it. But he was happy to know that in a different timeline Bi-Han accepted him.

“My Kuai Liang and I are very similar. We hardly have any arguments because of it. Sometimes we will argue, but we move on. I cannot hold grudges against my own family.”

Kuai Liang’s eyes watered until he blinked them away. “My Bi-Han never got over arguments. It seemed he was very good at holding grudges.”

Bi-Han looked glum. “I am truly sorry for him. I wish it was different for the both of you. I love you both, you are my family no matter what. And that is the way it will stay.”

Tomas and Kuai Liang were now struggling with fighting their tears as they felt the walls they put up begin to crumble. He noticed his brothers showing emotion and maneuvered his body around the table, embracing them both. “You both deserve better. Hurting you would hurt my soul. I could never bring myself to do it.”

Kuai and Tomas were foreign to hugs, especially from Bi-Han himself, but they wrapped their arms around him. Although this was not their Bi-Han, they could still enjoy his presence. His words pierced them and as much as they wanted to cry, they could not show their vulnerability.

“As much as I don’t want to let go, it is best if I go back to my timeline.” Bi-Han said gently as he rose to his feet. Kuai and Tomas followed after and nodded. They followed him back outside as Bi-Han began to conjure his way back home. The portal opened. He engulfed his brothers in one more hug. “I love you both. Maybe we will reunite again. In another life, I would have treated you better. Maybe in another life we can live happily together.”

The tears began to fall from their eyes as they could not hold it back any more. They held onto Bi-Han hard as he felt himself sadden. He wished he could have taken them to his timeline. To treat them better. But he could not do so. Despite not wanting to, he let them go. He looked at their faces one more, smiling at them before he turned his back and went through the portal. It disappeared as soon as he stepped into it.

Kuai Liang and Tomas stood there for many moments. Almost wishing Bi-Han would open it again and step through once more. But he did not.

They wished he would come back and embrace them once more.

Maybe in another life.

[sillygoosealert]

Could you please do a follow up to the post you did of Bi-Han yelling at you making you flinch and cry where after Bi-Han made you cry you decide to completely ignore him where you don't talk to him or make eye contact, you leave the room whenever he enters the room, you don't cook for him anymore, don't take baths with him or give him massages and you even start to sleep in separate bedrooms for several weeks now. Bi-Han immediately recognizes that he fucked up bad by getting mad at you when you were only trying to help him so he corners you before you leave the bedroom and tries to forcefully get you to notice by saying something to him even if it's to say hurtful things to him which you don't even do so then he tries to kiss you but you turn your head and even try to push him away from you aggressively and slaps him hard across the face which stuns him long enough for you to run out of the room. Bi-Han eventually comes to his senses and realizes that you don't love him anymore and he breaks down crying in his sleep until he feels the bed dip and arms wrapped around his body bringing his head to your chest where he continues to cry more constantly apologizing to you and asking for your forgiveness. I got inspired by an old episode of the Simpsons where Marge completely ignored Bart after discovering he got caught shoplifting and I wanted to see how you write the scenario since your writing is excellent.

You’re too kind Tehe

Ignoring Bi-Han and making HIM cry (^_-)☆ (how silly)

Thank you so much for the Specific request, it helps me a lot when thinking of how to put things into words <3 ^.^ (and for the compliment, I'll be giddy for weeks ♡)

I made you a nurse again, I’m sorry, it’s just instinct 😔

Also this one is longer than my other ones, so yahoo for me !!

Tw-mental stuff, crying, loneliness, rotting Bi-Han

Bi-Han has been even more stressed out ever since you’re breakdown- because you’ve made sure to take your help out of things. You don’t make him little snacks anymore, not that he ate them but he would eat about anything you touched right now. You don’t bathe with him, making sure he properly took care of himself despite his schedule. Now he starts to find little knots in his hair, and his skin doesn’t feel as nice or clean. His back is filled with knots and is chronically hurting without you offering to give him massages anymore. You don’t even look at him- he didn’t mean to yell, he just..well he didn’t know why he did it either.

He has trouble sleeping after you stopped sleeping in the same bed as him. Sometimes he uses your pillow instead of his because it feels more intimate- something that you would do. He just feels sad and tired, like how you felt. He wanted to fix everything with you when he had the time... He would even move all your stuff back to his room and make breaks so you could have time alone together. He would do a lot right now, but he’s too busy to tell you he misses you and wants you. He doesn’t have time to be the man you need, but he’ll try if that means you’ll stay in the same room with him.

He finds you walking into where Lin Kuei keeps the medical supplies, so he takes his chance to tell you how he misses you- and he wants to give you a genuine apology. But when he corners you you freak out. Telling him to leave you alone, that you don’t want to talk or be near him..? He didn’t do anything that bad, why won’t you just talk to him...

‘Leave me alone, we’re not together, there is nothing between us.’

‘Listen to reason, I beg of you to reconsider. I miss you. Please come back to our room…’ you don’t move, and you look docile enough to move towards. He cups your face, he didn’t realize he leaned in until you pushed him away and ran out of the room. Oh, okay..

This does not make him stop, as he continues to try to re-court you into a relationship. But he can’t, you won’t let him. He’s in his bathroom now, sobbing as he tries to recreate the bath you used to make for him. He knows you used bath salts, and some oil or something… but he doesn’t think it feels as relaxing compared as when you do it- nor does it smell as good. He finishes his bath and dresses in the pajamas you said would help him sleep better, this is the first time he’s tried them out. He wishes he listened to you better, they are quite nice.

He lays in his bed as he cries into your old pillow, it doesn’t smell like you anymore. It just smells like swear and tears- his sweat and tears. He curls into the fetal position and shakes hard, his breath is coming out in harsh, jagged, moments. He almost doesn’t hear the knock at the door, but it’s persistent and hard.

He wasn’t going to open the door until you asked him to, he didn’t want to make you reconsider your visit. He opens the door only slightly before going back to sitting on his bed. You walk in and close the door behind you.

‘You look a mess..’ you say this to lighten the mood, but also out of worry. You wipe away some tears and lean your head against his shoulder.

‘I’m not mad at you by the way…’ you whisper, then he breaks down again. He didn’t mean to, he never means to.

‘Shh..it’s okay..’ you’re laying down with him now, his head is held close to your chest. He knows he’s holding you tight, but he’s scared, he’s scared to let go.

He falls asleep like that, close to you. He missed you

[yeor-yeona]

the whiskey teaser

pairing: stray kids han jisung x gn!reader

warnings: alcohol use, implied drinking and driving (nothing bad happens), 3rd person, reader is bi/pan, spelling/grammar issues

word count: 1463

a/n: this is just a teaser for now but it's been sitting unfinished in my google docs for months lol if anyone likes it i might complete it!! the plan was around 15-20k so its gonna be a bit of a slow burn,,, not much is happening rn but feel free to comment any suggestions pls be constructive tho :)

Looking around the establishment for what felt like the hundredth time in the last hour, you swirled around your glass, relishing in the clinks made when the hard rock of ice met the delicate glass containing it. You’d come here looking for a distraction, anything to pique your interest for even an instant; to bring anything else to the forefront of your mind just long enough to ease the load of your thoughts. And to no avail. A few people had come up to you, trying to spark a conversation, with and without ulterior motives. You’d indulge them, albeit speaking only a few words at a time before they had lost your interest and you let them know that. 

The first was a man, slicked-back hair and a get-up far too fancy for the environment. He called you beautiful, offered you a drink, and you obliged him. Asking for the most expensive thing sold there just to see his expression. Before you could even get a sip in he was on a tirade about his oh-so-important job as a CEO or CFO or some other acronym with a ‘C’. As hard as you tried to engage in the conversation, he never gave you the opportunity, ending every story he had about his “terrible employees” with a ‘right?’ or ‘you know?’ and then continuing on without leaving you a second to even nod in agreement. 

It got old fast and soon you were right back in your head, thoughts moving a mile a minute toward the one thing you wanted to avoid thinking about. Then he asked, “Are you even listening to me?” You responded with a blunt, “No.” Earning a scowl from him as you now became the object of his scornful speech. He called you a “gold-digging bitch” and a slew of other things that people tend to find offensive. But you didn’t care, why should you? He was a stuck-up asshole who doesn’t know how to have a decent conversation. The only thing you’d gained from the exchange was an overpriced drink, which you continued to drink as he kept yelling, bringing unwanted attention to the two of you. By then you couldn’t even make out what names he was calling you as his voice faded into the background. You couldn’t tell how long it had continued either until he finally stormed off, ushered away by the staff, still muttering under his breath. 

You were a little glad for being a regular at this point, getting kicked out of the bar would have been a terrible way to end your night. 

Maybe 10, 15 minutes passed before another person came up, trying to get your attention. This time a woman, in a lacey black dress and racing jacket. The way she looked at you with those bright blue contacts, made you somewhat uncomfortable, but she was decent enough conversation. She mentioned she was from out of town, visiting for a funeral, here looking to have a little fun before heading back home. You almost would have taken her up on her many offers to do so, if not for the way she spoke to the bartender after he supposedly made her drink wrong. When she turned back to you, you made some excuse about being busy later that night, the first thing that popped into your head and she got the memo. Leaving you without another word. 

The others that came and went weren’t as interesting, quickly repulsing you in one way or another, but you’d determined yourself to stay a little while longer. In hopes that you’d find someone, something to do. Though it was in vain. 

You downed the rest of your drink, delighting in the warmth it brought to your core. You gathered your things, giving a final nod to the bartender before leaving the building. 

Seeing the patter of raindrops hitting the glass doors, you pulled an umbrella out of your bag, opening it as you stepped out. It was a short stroll to your car, only two or three blocks away, but long enough to shake away any last remnants of alcohol that may be clouding your judgment. 

You walked slowly, basking in the sights around you, people running into buildings, failing to prevent themselves from getting soaked, cars zooming by, splashing puddles that had been created in potholes, storm drains sucking in as much water as they could, making tiny whirlpools. You remembered loving these sights as a child, loving the feeling of jumping around in said puddles, not loving the wet socks you ended up with after. But you kept walking, brushing off the nostalgic feelings growing in your heart, you didn’t deserve to enjoy it. 

You reached a crosswalk, the light was red and the speed of the vehicles before you, even in this weather, was enough to discourage you from continuing anyway. As you waited, you heard a sound, it was a sniffle, you weren’t sure if you were imagining it or if it was you yourself. 

You turned your head towards the origin and there stood, well sat really, a man. His head was rested in his arms, held up by his knees. His wavy brown hair glistened under the street lamps, clinging to the sides of his face. He was decidedly underdressed for the weather, with an oversized white t-shirt, that too clung to him from the rain, and a pair of light-wash ripped jeans. 

For some reason, you couldn’t turn away from the sight. You wanted to know why. Why he was sitting out here in the rain, weeping so hard his body shook. So hard it shook even the furthest reaches of your heart. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see the light change and the cars come to a stop. You should have minded your business, you should have walked across the street and went home to wallow in misery, you should have, but you didn’t. Instead, taking cautious steps toward the man, until you were right before him. You stuck out your arm, shielding him from the downpour with your umbrella, unflinching as the cool droplets now soaked into your attire. 

You stood there for a few seconds, not uttering a word. You hadn’t even known why you’d done this to begin with. No, you knew. 

You couldn’t convince yourself you did it out of the kindness of your heart. This was selfish, an indulgent way to prove you weren’t like the people you’d seen earlier today, like the people who hurt him. It wasn't entirely true, but excuses exist for a reason. 

He looked up at you, pulling you out of your thoughts. Even through his questioning stare, his eyes were bloodshot. He must have been here for a while. 

You held the umbrella closer to him, a wordless offering. Still obviously confused, he took it. And you took your opportunity to swiftly leave, walking with more purpose now as you crossed the busy street seconds before the light switched back to green and the engines of the cars, now behind you, roared to life. 

You could feel eyes on you as you walked steadily up the street, probably his, but you didn't turn around to check.

Finally reaching your car, you pulled your keys out of your bag, unlocking the door with a beep. You got in quickly, putting the key in the ignition and turning the heat to max. Maybe giving your umbrella to a stranger in the middle of what was basically a monsoon, wasn't the best idea. You sat there warming up for a few minutes before clicking on your seatbelt and taking off. 

The ride back home was calm, rather than turning on music to drown out your thoughts like you normally would, you embraced the sound of raindrops hitting against the windshield and the hum of the engine. The brake lights before you reflecting off the ground creating a sea of red. The distraction usually bothered you, but now, all you could do was revel in its beauty. 

Even when someone cut you off, you weren't all that angry. Rather than honking or muttering curses under your breath, you simply made space for them and went on as if it never happened. 

Would it be overdramatic to describe this feeling as euphoric? You were soaked down to your underwear, fans blowing at max speed, making your eyes water so that you had to blink them back, lights reflecting off the wet surfaces almost blinding you. But you weren't mad at it.

It felt easier to embrace the negative knowing that even though your day failed, you may have made someone else's a little better. “Should I start doing stuff like this more often?” you whispered to yourself.

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I think that in an AU maybe their father/Grandmaster was actually harsh on Bi-Han because he's the first born and the moment Kuai Liang came he only shows care to him. When Tomas is now part of it, he became another favorite.

Bi-Han would have felt horrible and angry at his father for such emotional switch up.

Maybe later Tomas tries to comfort his older brother and seek friendship. Emotional things bad or good can happen and both had the sex.

For Bi han it was a relief and freedom, for Tomas it was everything. Then quick bi han harshly rejects Tomas and leaves, leaving Tomas with a broken heart!

Bi Han being too angry again when someone tries to flirt with Tomas.

Bi Han needs help at this point!

HOT SPRING

Bi-Han x Tomas

- You will make the Lin Kuei stronger than ever. I have faith in you.

After another day of hard training under his father's command, Bi-Han leaned on the memories of his dear mother combing his hair, whispering words of comfort, strengthening their resolve...

- What if I don't make it, mother? A-And if they…

- No one is better than a Lin Kuei. - His mother's sweet voice intoned, but Bi-Han knew well that she wasn't angry.

He relaxes even more when he feels the pressure of his mother's soft lips on the back of his head, closing his eyes to enjoy the affection. There was no better place in the world to go back to his old self than protected, wrapped and caressed by the matriarch's arms.

- You will bring glory to our clan and make them proud to have you as their leader, in the same way I am proud to have you as my son.

- Mother…

No. He couldn't fall apart...

He would not fail the Lin Kuei...

He wouldn't let her down now...

She had taught him to be strong and withstand all the trials imposed by his father. All the hours of studying, all the hard training…

Missions that challenged the limits of his body and mind, all to make him, the heir to the clan, a perfect Grandmaster.

- You remain unworthy.

“I will show you.”

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- I love winter!

- Shouldn't you wear warmer clothes? - Looking Tomas up and down, he was worried about the youngest wearing the summer uniform as if the extreme low temperature and snow that surrounded them didn't affect him at all. - How can you not feel cold when you are just a…

Swallowing the words before they all came out, Kuai Liang looked away. He didn't want to offend his younger brother or put him down like Bi-Han often did.

- You forget that I grew up hunting in temperatures even colder than this, Kuai Liang. - With his back to his brother from another mother, he leaned down just to make a snowball. - The cold has never affected me negatively. On the contrary, just fuels my combat 'till these days.

- Oh, no... - Kuai Liang was indignant when he was caught off guard by Tomas' quick movement, wiping the remaining snow from his hair and face. - You won't get away with this!

Tomas laughed as he ran away from the other, stopping a few times to quickly create other snowballs and counterattack.

- There's no point in hiding! - The pryomancer went deeper into the forest, looking for the typhomancer who had run inside first. Tomas hadn't specialized in Typhomancy for nothing, since his first trainings he had left masters impressed with his natural talent for stealth. - I'll find you...

- Tomas.

- Too slow. - He laughed, imagining how angry the pryomancer would be at being hit with yet another snowball, but his smile soon faded when he saw who he had hit. - Bi-Han? -The growl and deadly glare directed at him caused a shiver of fear to run through his insides. - S-Sorry. I'm so sorry! I thought you were...

- Still wasting my brother's time with your stupid jokes?! - Before he could get any closer, Bi-Han pushed him away with a gust of icy wind. - Let him know that father wants to see him. I'll be back in a few days.

- W-Where are you going?

- Do what some of us were born to do. Something you will never be able to understand. - He stated snobbishly, looking him up and down. - Hunting dog.

________

  “Bi-Han!”

“Help me, son!”

“Bi-Han!”

- It's better this way. - Bi-Han immersed himself in the thermal water, letting the heat undo the knots in his back, ease the tension in his muscles, caress his skin and comfort him in the midst of his disturbing thoughts.

He did what had to be done.

The Lin Kuei would always fight for him, his most loyal followers would always watch his back and his brother would always be by his side.

The future would be perfect.

- I must train harder. - Tomas muttered to himself as he undressed. Having been defeated once again by Cyrax, he wondered why his older brother refused to help him with his training. - If Bi-Han wasn't so selfish, he would… - He had already taken off all his clothes, leaving his skin exposed to the heat of the place, when the sight of another person in the fountain frightened him, causing his muscles to tense up again. - Bi-Han?

Only family members of the Grandmaster had access to that place. And Kuai Liang had just left when he said goodbye on the way to the hot spring.

- Keep silent or get out of here.

- R-Really? You don't mind that I... - Noticing the older man's increasingly hard gaze, he fell silent and took a deep breath to calm down.

A calm that was short-lived, anxiety growing as he became more lost in thought as he observed the older man's relaxed features.

He was so different that way…

Almost vulnerable.

Tomas had promised himself to protect his new family.

He swore a public oath to the Lin Kuei, but the oath in his heart and mind that day was different.

A personal, silent and secret vote.

Even if unrequited, he would be faithful to that vow until his last breath.

[allycot]

I thought of sharing my crazy thoughts about the lin kuei bros a little. Not trying to prove anything, but just thinking in my crazy way.

although the plot of mk1 and some characters’ actions in the story still seem quite chaotic to me to some extent, it’s actually possible to see the characters are really more complex than they seem, and I realised that, immersing into the details (that may be both contrived or real.) And the internal conflict happened among the three of them is more deep than just a sketchy idea that “the one is good and the other is bad.”

Tbh, I don’t see Bi-Han as “an absolute evil”, though, at first sight, he may seem so, as his controversial character traits are shown harder, as I think. To my mind, everything happening to him personally and among the three brothers is a huge, cursed, freakin’ mental problem, starting growing slowly, since their childhood. Refusing to consider Tomas a brother does not surprise me because not everyone may be ready to accept an unfamiliar person in their family, especially when you put blood first; especially when it’s the decision of the father you can’t accept either. And there was no guarantee Tomas wouldn’t have avenged his own family someday, on a sudden. Maybe such suspicions made Bi-Han worry about Kuai Liang getting close to Tomas, so he might think of drawing the line between them two?

I wonder what is the actual reason why Kuai got close to Tomas: maybe they are more close in age and have a little more similar personalities in comparison to Bi-Han; maybe they weren’t even that close until their father died and their common grief is what made them closer. It’s impossible to know for sure without knowing the backstory, only assuming.

Also, I couldn’t understand Tomas’s motivation in the plot, I mean, all he did was just following Kuai Liang & Liu Kang and not even trying to stop the fight of his brothers, not even with a single word. This thing surprised me. Maybe he didn’t have to. Or it’s because nrs does not focus on the details of the story, unlike us, and that’s what we got.

But, after noticing Kuai’s few intros, I feel like he was actually very close to Bi-Han. And the events making him leave his brother did hurt Kuai deeply. Who knows if Bi felt the same, but in the moment, when Kuai tried to escape and Bi-Han gave him the last chance to join him, I got a thought like he did care about Kuai (but he’s not that person who would ever express that openly.) Maybe he would have accepted Kuai if the latter, after all, had come back to him and to the clan (after one massive fight, probably.) Because it’s one blood, one family, and I guess these things do mean something to Bi. But Kuai is different if to speak about family values. That’s why he was able to accept Tomas.

I wonder if one the reasons why Bi and Kuai’s relationship came to that was a usual jealousy, hidden in the depths of the soul. Maybe it was hard for Bi-Han to realise his blood brother considers Tomas “a better” brother than Bi, so he distanced himself from them. Everything’s possible.

Anyway, their decisions and actions do not make them fully good or bad. The escape of Kuai and Tomas at the VERY RISKY moment when their brother needed them the most does not make them better, but yet I can understand them. As well as Bi-Han’s desire to resist Liu Kang does not make him worse, and I can understand him here. It depends on whose side you’ll look at the conflict from.

And all of this is very tragic and heart-breaking — perhaps, their future confrontation will not end well for one of them. Unfortunately.

[summerwritesfics]

🏮I’m A Prayer For Your Loneliness, Chapter 1 - And Death Climbs Up The Steps One By One

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 4835 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Vampire AU, Vampire!Kuai Liang, Vampire!Hanzo Hasashi, Vampire Hunter!Bi-Han, Vampire!Shang Tsung, Vampire!Quan Chi, Mugging, Assault, Vampire Bites, Vampire Turning, Violence, Blood And Injury, Attempted Biting, Hurt/Comfort, Stabbing, Stabbing Through A Hand, Someone Needs To Give Both Kuai Liang And Bi-Han A Hug TBH

I’m A Prayer For Your Loneliness Masterlist

Notes: It feels like it’s been ages since I posted, but it’s only been like a month tf lmao. Anyway, first fic from the giveaway I did on tumblr, this one for @hellsbellssinclub who asked for a vampire au. You can probably tell from the fact this is chaptered that I plan to continue this haha. Fic title is from “Nymphetamine (Fix)” by Cradle Of Filth, and the chapter title is from “Dig Up Her Bones” by The Misfits.

Kuai Liang groaned, pushing himself off the floor. His arms gave out under him and he fell face down into a puddle. Spitting out a mouthful of disgusting dirty water, he chose instead to shove himself hard enough to flip over onto his back. He gave a pained moan, and stared up at the night sky and edges of the rooftops, trying to remember what happened.

He had an exam coming up in about a week, and had decided a late night study session at the college library would be a good idea. It was about 1am when he finally left, or rather, the tired librarian who just wanted to go home for the night kicked him out. Given how late it was, he wanted to get home as quickly as possible, so had taken a shortcut down the alley he was currently lying in. And then?

Then someone grabbed him from behind. He must have hit his head or something, because he didn’t really remember much after that. Someone attacked him, then he woke up in pain on the floor.

I was mugged. 

He slipped his hand down his jacket, reaching into his pocket in the hopes of checking for his wallet and keys, the only things he’d had with him other than a notebook in his bag. To his surprise, both items were still in place. He pulled out his wallet, even more shocked to find the $10 cash and his debit card were still inside. Oh great, I got mugged by the world’s worst mugger. 

Curiously, he grabbed his book bag, pulling it up to him and flicking it open. His notebook was thankfully still in place, and weirdly he was more relieved at that than he was about his money. His money and bank card could be replaced, those notes had taken him all fucking night, and he was not about to redo them.

He pushed himself to at the very least sit up. His body protested the action at every turn, but Kuai finally managed to get himself up straight. What now? He hadn’t brought his phone with him, so he couldn’t call anyone, not that he knew who to call. Not the police, they were infamously awful in this part of town. Certainly not Bi-Han, big brother would absolutely lose his mind and never let Kuai Liang leave his sight again.

His only real option was to limp home, clean himself up and hope the damage wasn’t too bad.

He supposed the good thing about getting jumped in this particular alley was he wasn’t too far from the apartment. He struggled to stand, but after crawling towards a large dumpster and using it to haul himself off the floor with a lot of effort, he managed to get onto his feet. He was unsteady, but remained upright. He chanced a step, still holding onto the bin, and when that went okay, he tried a second, and another. Eventually he was limping down the alley, clinging to the walls for stability, and making it back onto the sidewalk.

He went as quickly as he could manage, which wasn’t very fast. Every so often he would need to stop and lean against a wall or fence when the pain got too bad or he felt out of breath. Managing to finally get to the apartment building’s front door and slipping inside, he was confronted with the knowledge he had a couple of flights of stairs to get up now. The thought made him want to cry, but he had no other choice. He struggled, holding onto the railings like his life depended on them, but eventually he got to the 2nd floor. As he finally reached his apartment, a wave of relief washed over him.

The second he shut the door behind him, he threw his bag to the floor, followed by his jacket. He didn’t bother turning the light on, and stumbled through the dark towards the bathroom. He wasn’t exactly quiet, but that didn’t matter too much. Bi-Han would still be at work, so he had no fear of his brother finding him like this.

When he entered the bathroom, he finally turned the light on, shutting the door behind himself. He began slipping his clothes off, and went over to their full size mirror in the corner to assess the damage.

He looked a mess, but thankfully it was mostly bruising across his torso and a few scrapes. All easy enough to hide from Bi-Han. The only real problem was a few bruises on his neck and a nasty gash on the side of his forehead. He gingerly reached the gash, it looked like it had bled quite a bit, but hopefully once he’d gotten rid of the blood, it wouldn’t look that bad. He could always bullshit that he accidentally walked into a door or something. Bi-Han would probably believe that. Maybe? 

As for the neck bruises? Well, he could possibly wear a scarf or turtle neck for a couple of days. The more he looked at it however, the more he realised one side of the bruising was darker than the others, and it looked like there was blood. He stepped a little closer to the mirror and moved himself to one side to get a clearer view. He gasped when he realised what he was looking at.

A bite mark.

A fucking bite mark! 

Someone had just fucking assaulted him, and then bitten him!

“Oh god! Gross!” He loudly complained, grimacing both at the sight and the thought at a stranger deciding to have a nibble on his neck. Looking even closer, he realised it seemed to get worse the more he looked at it. The teeth had clearly dug in deep, the wound raw and still bleeding slightly. “Shit, am I going to have to go to the doctors about this?”

He really didn’t want to. He was on Bi-Han’s insurance and he would flip his shit when he got his bill for the month. At the same time, this could be really bad right? With how deep the wound was, it could potentially get infected if he wasn’t careful. Not to mention he was fairly sure there were more than a few diseases that could be transferred via saliva.

“Okay, okay. Calm down.” He rubbed his forehead. “I’ll take a shower, get cleaned up, and sleep on it. If I feel bad tomorrow, I’ll go to the doctors. Otherwise I’ll just keep it clean and hope it clears up on its own.”

That seemed like the best plan. He was sure it was probably just some weirdo, and he didn’t have to worry too much. When he managed to get to the shower, he didn’t really do much more than clean himself up, and let the warm water soothe his aching body. It felt good, but he didn’t want to stay standing up longer than he had to at this point. Soon he was out, drying himself off and making his way to his bedroom. He didn’t even bother turning the light on again, just threw on some sweatpants and a tank top, and let himself flop down onto his bed.

His sleep was anything but restful, nightmares of the attack plaguing his mind.

Things had mostly been fine after he got up in the morning.

He managed to hide the majority of his injuries from Bi-Han, the only one he couldn’t was the gash on his forehead. Surprisingly Bi-Han had accepted his excuse of walking into a door fairly easily, even calling him an idiot for it. Aside from that, he hadn’t really had any issues, except a few aches and pains.

Well. There were two other things, but he was certain they were unrelated.

For some reason, he’d felt extremely itchy all day. Initially he thought it was just his injuries healing, but when he examined the area, there were red rashes over his skin. Even stranger the itching seemed to go away when he kept out of the sun. So… Some sort of weird skin rash? An atypical presentation of Sunburn? He wasn’t sure but he tried to stay in the shade as much as possible after putting the connection together.

The other issue was he was hungry. Which didn’t sound too unusual, but it was impossibly so. He had eaten, and eaten, and eaten, but nothing seemed to fill him up. He’d eaten so much he almost threw up, and even then, he still wanted to eat more. It was really strange. He wasn’t experiencing lightheadedness or any other symptoms, so clearly he wasn’t actually as hungry as he felt.

He’d mostly managed to put it to the back of his mind for the majority of the day. He’d been to college, attended his lectures and even ran a few errands that Bi-Han had texted him about. He felt fine, considering how brutal the night before was.

Now, he was sitting at the breakfast bar in their kitchen, partially watching Bi-Han cook dinner for the both of them on the other side. He had some homework to do, but it wasn’t anything too hard. He could probably get it done before Bi-Han was finished with cooking.

“So, how was college?” Bi-Han absentmindedly asked while cutting up a carrot.

“It was alright,” Kuai replied with a shrug, not really sure what to talk about. “I have an exam coming up next week, so it’s just a lot of cramming at the moment.”

Bi-Han hummed, and then seconds later sucked his breath between his teeth like he was hurt. When Kuai looked up, he could see him holding his hand and grimacing.

“Are you okay?” Kuai put his homework down and clambered over the bar toward his brother.

“Yeah, I just nicked my finger with the knife.” That sounded about right. Bi-Han might have been older, but he was a bit of a disaster when he was in the kitchen.

Bi-Han held up his finger, and there was a small trickle of blood seeping out of the cut. A minor injury at worst. Yet Kuai couldn’t stop staring at it. Something about the crimson red hypnotised him, his breath hitching and mouth watering and all that was going through his mind was how hungry he was.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Bi-Han asked, but Kuai didn’t really comprehend it. Bi-Han reached a hand forward to try and place it on Kuai’s shoulder.

Kuai grabbed Bi-Han’s wrist before he could touch him, and he lurched forward. His mind was blank aside from some fucked up chant of hungry. Aiming for Bi-Han’s jugular, his jaw unhinged as he attempted to sink his teeth into his brother's neck.

Bi-Han’s movements were swift, grabbing the back of Kuai’s neck and wrestling him away. Nothing would stop Kuai however, he was ravenous, and Bi-Han’s blood looked so tasty. He attempted to attack again, only for Bi-han to side step, sweeping his leg and kicking at the back of Kuai’s knees as he did. Kuai fell backwards, groaning as his head collided with the wooden floor. Suddenly, there was a pressure on his chest, and he began to claw at his brother, who was using his entire weight to keep Kuai pinned to the floor.

A hand grabbed his wrist, and seconds later there was a sharp pain in his palm.

His head snapped over, finding the same knife Bi-Han had been using minutes ago, stabbed straight through his hand and into the floor below, keeping it trapped.

Kuai hiccuped. Bi-Han stabbed me! 

It was like all control suddenly returned to him after being controlled by an outside force. He looked towards his brother, still sitting over Kuai’s chest and panting to catch his breath. Bi-Han had stabbed him, but only because Kuai had attacked him first. But why? Why did I attack Bi-Han? All he remembered was seeing the blood and that hunger he’d felt all day took over.

He sobbed, “what’s happening to me?”

Bi-Han stared at him, before reaching for the neckline of Kuai’s sweater. He pulled it down, revealing the bite mark from the day before. Hissing loudly, Bi-Han’s heavy breathing only worsened, baring his teeth in anger.

“When did this happen?” He demanded, and Kuai whimpered at the harsh tone. “Kuai Liang, when did this happen?”

“Last night,” he admitted quietly, wanting nothing more than to curl up into a ball. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

Bi-Han made a frustrated sound, screwing his face up. He took hold of the knife, before roughly yanking it out of Kuai’s hand, causing him to howl at the action. Before he could ask what was going on, he felt Bi-Han grab his shirt and pull him to his feet. He quickly realised he was being dragged across the room, towards the door.

“Wh-Where are we going?” Kuai held his bleeding hand to his chest. Most likely the hospital right? Clearly something was wrong with Kuai, and maybe a doctor could help.

“We’re going to cash in a favour,” Bi-Han mumbled miserably, before opening the door and pushing Kuai out of the apartment.

There was no other explanation, just Bi-Han silently and firmly guiding Kuai down to his car.

The silence was suffocating.

Bi-Han had not spoken a word since they’d left the apartment, and Kuai had lost track of how long they’d been in the car. Kuai’s mind was reeling. He couldn’t comprehend what had happened to lead them to this point. Attacking his own brother? Why had he even done that? He looked down at his bleeding hand. He was lucky Bi-Han had only done that, rather than outright slit his throat.

“Bi-han,” he whispered, screwing his eyes shut and not wanting to see his brother’s face right now. He couldn’t handle the disappointment Bi-Han no doubt felt. “I’m sorry.”

“This isn’t your fault,” Bi-han muttered, sounding like he was trying his best to be reassuring but falling just a bit flat. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Kuai was silent, but eventually replied “I didn’t think it was that bad.”

“Have you noticed anything else since it happened?” Bi-Han sounded like he knew something Kuai didn’t. Opening his eyes again, he could see his brother had a focused look on his face, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly.

“I- I don’t know?” Kuai thought back to the rash and hunger. Could they be related? “I’ve had a rash since it happened. And I feel so hungry, but nothing I eat seems to help.”

“Does the rash come when you’ve been in direct sunlight?” Bi-Han asked, and it cemented in Kuai’s mind that he knew what was happening.

“Yes.” He tried to gauge his brother’s reaction, but there was none. “What-“

“We’re here.” Bi-Han slammed his foot on the brake and Kuai was thankful he’d put his seatbelt on as it stopped him from being thrown forward and into the dashboard.

Before Kuai could question anything, Bi-Han was throwing open the door and getting out of the car. Kuai scrambled to the door handle, pushing it open and following suit. When he looked around, he found they were in front of a very ornate looking mansion in the middle of the forest. Kuai had seen it from a distance before when he explored as a teenager, but he’d never been close enough to realise just how big it was.

He felt Bi-Han grab his arm, pulling him along to the front door. Slamming down the large knocker, Kuai flinched at the bangs. Seconds later, the door opened, and a man peered out at them, narrowing his eyes at Bi-Han.

“I need to talk to Lord Hasashi,” Bi-Han announced, actually pushing his way past the man.

Kuai was dragged into the house, even as the man tried to object to the intrusion. Bi-Han didn’t care however, and strangely seemed to know where he was going. Eventually they walked into a room, where a tall man wearing a yellow waistcoat was standing and talking to another man.

The man in the waist coat looked displeased by the interruption as he questioned “what do you want Bi-Han?”

“I need your help,” Bi-Han replied, stopping a short gap from the man. Kuai could feel the grip on his arm tighten.

“I don’t see why I should, if you’re going to be rude about it,” the man dismissed, waving a hand as he did. “You know I don’t appreciate surprise visits. Especially surprise visits where you barge in like you own the place.”

“You owe me, remember?” Bi-Han’s fingers dug into Kuai’s arm painfully, pushing down exactly on one of the bruises. “I turn a blind eye to your little operation here, and you assist me as I request.”

The man regarded this for a couple of seconds, before rolling his eyes. “Fine. What do you require help with?”

“This is my brother, Kuai Liang.” Bi-Han pushed Kuai forward ever so slightly. “This is Lord Hanzo Hasashi,” Bi-Han told Kuai, finally letting go of him. “Show him your neck.”

Kuai didn’t understand what was happening, and Hanzo’s gaze was suffocating. Still, with his non-injured hand, he reached for the neckline of his sweater and pulled it down slightly. Somehow, Hanzo’s face immediately softened.

“Sit down,” he gently instructed, gesturing to a couch behind him. Kuai went and perched on the edge, as Hanzo sat beside him, hands immediately going to Kuai’s neck to examine the bite. “When and how did this happen?”

Kuai’s eyes flicked to Bi-Han, who nodded to encourage him to speak.

“Last night.” Kuai winced as a finger pressed down against the wound. “I don’t… really remember how. Someone attacked me from behind, and I think I passed out.”

Hanzo’s eyes flicked over to Bi-Han, “has he fed?”

“He tried to, but was not successful.” Bi-Han rubbed the front of his neck, where Kuai had attempted to bite into him.

“Go get a blood pack,” Hanzo ordered to the man he’d previously been talking to, who bowed at the request and walked away. Hanzo returned his attention towards Kuai again, eyes looking down at his bloody hand. “Did that happen last night too?”

“No. Before we came.” Kuai lowered his head in shame, he still couldn’t believe what had happened. “I tried to hurt Bi-Han, and he stabbed me.”

“What happened before you attacked him?” Hanzo asked, now reaching to bring Kuai’s hand to have a closer look. “Was he bleeding, by any chance?”

“He cut his finger.” Pain blossomed through his hand as Hanzo’s fingers explored the wound. Kuai jumped and pulled his hand away. “I- I don’t know what happened, all I could think when I saw the blood was how hungry I was.”

Hanzo looked at him sympathetically, but before he could say anything the other man had returned, a blood pack in his hand. Kuai wasn’t sure what they were going to do with it. Hanzo took it off him, cracking it open before holding it out to Kuai Liang. His mouth salivated at the thought of it, but he didn’t go to take it.

Hanzo sighed, shuffling forward slightly. He placed the opening of the pack into Kuai’s open mouth, before squeezing it. Blood surged into Kuai’s mouth, causing him to gasp. While some part of his mind screamed that this was wrong, he could not deny how good the blood tasted as it coated his tongue. He began to suck at the pack, eager to get more of that sweet liquid into his mouth. The more he swallowed, the more he realised that hunger he’d felt all day was beginning to fade.

Eventually, there was no blood left, Kuai having drank every drop he was offered. As the pack was pulled out of his mouth, the horror at what he’d done hit him. He threw his hands over his mouth, nausea bubbling in his stomach.

“W-What is wrong with me?” He cried, looking between Bi-Han and Hanzo, desperate for some sort of answer to why this was happening to him. “Am I diseased? Am I going to die?”

Hanzo made a pained sound, reaching to grab Kuai’s hands.

“Oh, Kuai Liang. I’m so sorry, but… You are already dead.”

A cold washed over Kuai. “What do you mean?”

“The person who attacked you was a vampire,” Hanzo explained and Kuai almost did a double take. He was far too old to believe things like vampires existed. And yet, somehow, that would explain so much of what was happening to him. “And during their attack, they killed and turned you.”

“You mean I’m a-“ Kuai trailed off, remembering Bi-Han’s reaction to everything. He turned to look at his brother. “D-Did you know?”

“Father tried to keep this life away from you.” Bi-Han cleared his throat, looking down at the floor to avoid eye contact. “We come from a long line of vampire hunters, but neither Father or I wanted that life for you.” Bi-Han gestured to Hanzo. “Lord Hasashi is a vampire lord, but as he tries to be ethical about his feeding, using blood donors rather than hunting, we allowed him and his brood to stay in the area.”

Kuai’s head was spinning, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“What was it you wanted from me, Bi-Han?” Hanzo suddenly asked, squeezing Kuai’s hands slightly. “Because I doubt you came all this way just to feed him.”

“I need you to keep him safe.” Bi-Han stepped forward, taking Kuai’s face in his hands. “I know how dangerous this world is for vampires. I don’t want him to live in fear.” He pushed their foreheads together. “He did not deserve this.”

“We rarely do,” Hanzo agreed, thumb stroking along Kuai’s knuckles. Kuai felt his heart race at such an intimate gesture from a stranger.

“And… I need to find out who did this.” Bi-Han pulled away, but did not let go of Kuai’s face. “I need your help to find the son of a bitch who sired him.”

“The thought occurs that this could have been a targeted attack.” Hanzo placed a hand on his chin, looking deep in thought. “You have likely made enough enemies in your time as a hunter. Ones who would not hesitate to use your brother as leverage against you.”

“That does not narrow it down by much,” Bi-Han mumbled, letting go of Kuai and walking away. “But until I can figure it out, I need you to keep an eye on him.”

“Wait,” Kuai finally chimed in. He still couldn’t believe what was going on, and maybe he was focusing on the wrong things but he couldn’t help but see a problem. “What about college? If I suddenly stop going, it’s going to seem suspicious. And I have exams coming up!”

The last part likely seemed petty to both of the other men in the room, but it was important to Kuai. He’d been studying so hard, he didn’t want that work to go to waste.

“We’ll help you call in for an extension based on ill health,” Hanzo assured him. “Just until we find your sire. But even when you return, you will have to take night classes.”

“That rash you mentioned,” Bi-Han took over, turning back to Kuai Liang. “That is how the sun sensitivity starts. Eventually it’ll get to a point where being in the sun will outright burn your skin. It won’t kill you, but it will be extremely painful.”

“I will also need to teach you how to curb your hunger.” Hanzo pushed himself to stand and went to join Bi-Han’s side. “Otherwise whenever you see even so much as the smallest amount of blood, you will go into attack mode.”

Kuai grimaced at that. He was very lucky he hadn’t hurt Bi-Han earlier, he hated the idea that he could hurt anyone else, even accidentally. He looked between the two men, feeling guilty and pathetic regarding his situation.

“I’m never going to live a normal life again, am I?”

The question lingered in the air, causing Kuai to bow his head in shame. He should have never gone to the library. He definitely should not have gone down the alley. He’d ruined his own life in seconds with a few stupid decisions.

“Kuai Liang, listen to me,” Bi-Han’s voice called to him. A pair of hands brought his face up again. “This was not your fault. I should have known that eventually you’d have been in danger. Father should have taught you how to defend yourself. I should have taught you to defend yourself.” Bi-Han’s face screwed up like he was in pain. “We failed you.”

“Don’t say that,” Kuai whispered, hating how devastated his voice sounded. “You didn’t…”

“I will find who did this to you,” Bi-Han firmly declared. “I will find them, and I will make them pay. They will never harm you again. No one will.”

“Bi-Han…” His brother pulled away once again.

“You should look into your recent jobs,” Hanzo told Bi-Han, patting his shoulder a couple of times. “It might help us thin out the suspect list.” He then turned to Kuai and held out a hand. “Let’s fix up your hand, and then I can make up a room for you, Kuai Liang.”

Kuai nodded, taking Hanzo’s hand and allowing himself to be pulled until he was standing.

He made eye contact with Bi-Han one last time as his brother said, “I will be back soon.”

“Bye big brother.” Kuai waved him goodbye, before turning to follow Hanzo further into the house.

“Well, this is a frustrating turn of events.”

Shang Tsung watched in the vision as Lord Hasashi sat Kuai Liang down on a bed, cleaning and tending to the wound in his hand. He was being so gentle with the younger vampire. Shang Tsung scowled like there was poison in his mouth. That should have been him tending to Kuai Liang, not Hasashi. He didn’t like to think he was a jealous person, but something about this situation was proving him wrong.

“I suppose we know how Hasashi has avoided being hunted for so long now,” Quan Chi chimed up, waving his hand and making the vision disappear. “And I did say we should have accounted for Bi-Han potentially having allies.”

Shang Tsung shot him a glare. Given how ruthless Bi-Han was, how much of a lone wolf he was even amongst other hunters, he had no reason to think he’d have anyone to turn to. He’d hoped that desperation would have led Bi-Han to seek out assistance, at which point the deadly alliance would have swooped in to assist. To help poor confused Kuai Liang acclimate to being a vampire.

If he’d known this would be the result, he’d have never left the brat in the alley.

He needed a new plan, one that would swing things back around to their favour. The search for Kuai Liang’s sire would no doubt eventually lead back to them. He needed to find a way to intercept before the connection could be made. Misdirect the investigation in a way that would bring both brothers to heel. Preferably one that would eliminate the threat Hanzo Hasashi presented also.

An idea came to his mind.

He chuckled to himself, the plan forming might be difficult to pull off, but if they were successful? Then he’d have both brothers exactly where he wanted them.

“What’s so funny?” Quan Chi questioned, raising an eyebrow as Shang Tsung’s laughter got louder.

“Oh, just a thought that it’d be such a shame if after putting so much trust in Hanzo, that it turned out that he was Kuai Liang’s sire.” He intently watched Quan Chi’s face, hoping he’d understand his meaning. Thankfully, it did not take long for the other vampire to begin smirking back.

“Ah. Well. If that were the case…” Quan Chi waved his hand again, conjuring a new vision. One that showed Kuai Liang being attacked in the alley by none other than Lord Hasashi himself. “It would surely be our duty as concerned bystanders to inform Bi-Han of such a betrayal?”

Shang Tsung lent forward, watching as the vision of Hasashi sunk his teeth into Kuai Liang’s neck. He licked his fangs, memories of blood rushing into his mouth surfacing, how cold Kuai’s skin got as the life was drained from his body. In the vision, Kuai’s eyes rolled back, body going limp before Hasashi threw him to the floor.

Even knowing it was nothing but a lie, it was a very convincing deception indeed.

“And with a vision such as this, who is he to deny it as truth?”

Both men burst into triumphant laughter. Actually, this worked out better than it would have otherwise. They’d get both Kuai Liang and Bi-Han’s trust, just as initially intended, while taking out the region's most powerful vampire lord in the process.

Shang Tsung loved when a plan came together.

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ch. li - !!!! FAVORITISM !!!!

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

The date Yunho set was coming to an end. You both walked hand-in-hand along the side of Han River, just talking about nothing specific.

"Did you have fun today?" He asked, swinging both of your intertwined hands together while displaying a goofy grin on his face. You bit your bottom lip shyly but nod at him, "yeah, I definitely had fun today," you leaned up and press a soft kiss on Yunho's cheek, "thank you, Yunho," you said, blushing slightly.

Yunho stared at you with wide eyes at the sudden impact. Seeing the look on Yunho's face made you giggle and swat at his arm playfully, "you dork, how can a peck on the cheek affect you so much? You've seen me naked!" you exclaimed.

"yeah but we've never been on a real one-on-one date before," Yunho pouted as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He led you to the bench nearby and sat down, pulling you down next to him.

A smile adorned your face and to Yunho, it was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. His pout melts away as one of his hands snaked to your shoulder to play with your hair. "You're so freaking beautiful," he said, eyes staring deep into your own.

The compliment made you blush hard and you tried to look away from him. But Yunho whined and held your face still, "no! Don't look away, I want to stare at your face forever," he said.

You couldn't help but giggle at him. Your hands cupped his face and stroke it lovingly, "you're awfully cuddly, clingy and lovey-dovey today, what's up?" you questioned.

With lips pursed, Yunho initially shrugged, "nothing, I just... I really like spending time with you," you raised an eyebrow at him, "Yunho..." you called out.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, "Hey, let's dance!" he exclaimed. Your eyes widened and you scoffed at him, "what, here? Out in the open? Without music?" you looked around the place to see it quite deserted but there were still some joggers passing by and even some people sitting down on the grassy area not far.

But Yunho completely ignored your protest as he put on Nat King Cole's "L.O.V.E" from his phone on full blast and pulled you up with him. You squealed loudly when he began pulling you and twirling you around as he pleased. Though soon, you seemed to enjoy the silly impromptu dancing you both were doing.

You couldn't help but giggle when Yunho twirled you out only to pull you back into his arms, happily laughing at how you looked before he wrapped his arms around your waist. He dropped his chin on your shoulder as you both swayed to the music, just enjoying the feeling of the other against you.

"That wasn't as dorky as I thought it would be," you admitted to him, making him chuckle and peck the side of your head.

Yunho shifted his gaze from the river to your side profile. The way you looked under the moonlight, with the soft night breeze caressing your hair and the twinkle that matched the stars in your eyes. He couldn't hold it much longer. He had to let you know. But what would your reaction be? Are you in the same place as him, feelings-wise? Have you even thought about love or going further with him and/or them all? What would he be sacrificing if it turns out that you don't feel the same way as him?

A hundred million thoughts and scenarios ran through his head within milliseconds. With the way his chest is pressed onto your back, you could feel his rapid heartbeat,

It wasn't until you turned around to ask him what's wrong that Yunho finally broke, your eyes pierced his and pushed the truth out of him.

"I love you," he blurted out.

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. It wasn't a bad, panic-y surprise but it was just a general surprise. But seeing your eyes widened even by a mere half a millimetre Yunho immediately panic.

"I-I'm sorry," he choked out.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion, "what are you saying sorry for, Yunho? I-" before you could finish your sentence, Yunho cut you off by turning you around and cupping your face. The pads of his thumb pressed against your lips so softly that the corners curled up automatically.

He took a deep breath before continuing, "I... I love you, okay? That is clear to me for a while and I don't wanna sound like a cliche, but the night we have sex at the practice room confirmed my feelings," he stated. You raised an eyebrow at him, wordlessly questioning him. He scrunched his nose and cringed, "yeah, I know how that sounds. I wish I could tell you a better, more romantic story but I wanna be honest with you," his face blushed as he confessed.

Seeing that you were just staying silent for his sake, Yunho felt slightly better as he realized that you were giving him a chance to talk and that you weren't showing any bad reactions.

Involuntarily, Yunho's thumb began tracing your bottom lip as his eyes stared deeply into your soul, "You don't have to say anything now, okay? You take as much time as you want, you make your decision. I know you've said the word 'I love you' to me and the others a lot of times but I know that those didn't mean the same way as what I'm saying right now. I just want you to know how I feel because I am genuinely, deeply in love with how amazing you are as a person, your beautiful soul, and your ridiculously ridonkulous ass," he stated.

At the last statement, you couldn't help but blush and giggle, slightly embarrassed yet wholly flattered by his words. You threw a weak hit at his chest to which he replied by taking a hold of your hand with his and hold him against his chest where his heart is.

"This is yours if you want it, okay? I will give you all of me if you want me to and when you're ready to make your decision," he smiled gently at you.

In all honesty, you would've probably squealed or even bawled just by his words. But seeing as you are in a fairly public place, you opt to grab his face and pull it down to yours, kissing him deeply.

Yunho could feel the feelings you were conveying through the kiss. The way you told him that you're not quite there yet, but you're going in the right way, that he has nothing to fear and to only be secure with you. To simply be patient for when you're ready to give yourself to him and the boys.

As his lips parted with yours, a goofy grin appeared on his face, "I love you," he muttered against your lips.

You replied simply by giving him another peck on his lips, making him giggle in delight.

"Okay, baby, it's late and we gotta go home," he said as he interlaced his hand with yours and walked you both towards where he parked his car.

As you both walked, you couldn't help but stare at how Yunho looked. Maybe it was the confession he made not two minutes ago, maybe it was just the atmosphere. Or maybe it's something you've realized long ago but is just too afraid to admit due to uncertainty.

But now, you can say for sure that your feelings for him are becoming clearer. You only hoped you'd be able to tell him soon.

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Sin Eater

Hello, below will be my first fic since early this year. I had to stop due to college and my work starting to get to me. 

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Johnny knew his youngest cousin Octavia would never turn down someone that needed help. She loved doing the weird and unconventional to make someone smile on a bad day seemed to be her real superpower, considering she was never a fan of fighting. When always asked, she would say “An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.” She was always wise like that to her much older cousin. Her point of view was she just wasn't as stupid as Johnny. She just used her gift of gab, a silver tongue and maybe a good meal to hopefully get someone to do what she wanted. Her real gift was to heal and remove sin from someone’s heart.

At 34, she wasn't as good looking as her more famous cousin, always the slower one, the fatter one but the smarter one always knowing when its a good idea to run. Being a doctor did have it’s perks among the Earthrealm fighters, she could heal their injuries and even their sin, sometimes within a few hours at the longest, but there was a downside which was being violently ill. Once to save Sheeva from an assassination attempt, she was out of commission for at least a week with her trying so hard to purge her system. She lost weight from not eating, barely drinking anything and was made to rest in an infirmary bed herself with a IV drip. By the time she healed, she ended up eating almost the entire menu list at a local fast food restaurant her cousin would take her. Still even months after, the queen met her gaze with a bit of a blush on her cheeks. Octavia was soft, squishy even, but she had the emotional fortitude to bring Sheeva from near death and even clean her soul from years of battle and bloodshed.

This time was going to be a challenge for Octavia. Raiden was becoming more corrupted by the day and Fujin feared his brother would either die or go dark like Chronica and Shinnok. Octavia agreed without hesitating, she never healed a god before and just healing a shokan nearly took everything out of her. 

Johnny Protested that he just cannot lose anymore family after Sonya passed. He kept trying to convince her to not try: 

“Please, I only got you and Cassie left.”

“We can find some other way, right guys?”

“I cant lose what family I have left!”

While her well meaning cousin and other fighters fought over her choice, she just walked up to Fujin cautiously and calculated her words and her choice..

“If Raiden goes dark or dies, then the probability Earthrelm will fall is high correct?”

Fujin looked away knowing every option was exhausted and what god were left was desperate to heal the thunder god.

“Yes. We tried everything, I do not want to ask a mortal to do something this dangerous, but you are my only hope to bring my brother back.” He remembered how difficult it was to at least restore Bi-Han to look mortal and to heal most of Kabal’s burns. She was advancing in her age which made each time more difficult since she was a child and could heal a random bird or mouse.

Octavia always had a soft spot for Raiden, he was always serious and studious often saying he doubted her abilities would be useful until she saved Bi-Han. He never admitted in front of her, but he did talk about her with an almost fond manner, at least according to Fujin and once by Argus to Raiden. The thunder god’s heart pounded more sharply when she brushed against him, When he did rest, his mind would sometimes drift back to her. As he started to be taken over by the corruption, he wanted to keep her all to himself like a dragon and it's horde of gold. Fujin feared the blossoming emotion of love his brother had was turning into an obsession. He loved her, but the corruption wanted her where no one else would even see her.

“Fine, i’ll do it, but IF I LIVE, tell him he owes me a date. Full-on date including a kiss. And just to fluster him, tell him i wont mind if he got all “Russian hands and Roman fingers”.”

Fujin’s sad and worried expression faded for a moment, revealing a weak smile at her innuendo. He brother would hesitate, but if she can remove his corruption and live he knows Raiden would fulfil such a request.

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Whew, that was alot more than I intended, but please tell me what you think. Can our funny & flirty sin eater save the grumpy thunder god from himself?

[justnerdthings]

Frigid Heart Ch. 5

F!Reader x Bi-Han

Surprise!

A little short. But here you go.

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To say the Grandmaster was impressed with you would have been an understatement. You could feel Lily’s eyes bore into the back of your head as she followed you and the Grandmaster through the halls. You had been cleaned up and given a clean hanfu--a nicer one. You were beyond thankful for the gift, but the Grandmaster was wise. He could see the worry behind your eyes. And he could sense Lily’s hostility. She had begun to grate against his nerves… But he understood her frustration. Who were you to come in and turn out be so full of surprises. He’d surely rile up Lily later on. He may have enjoyed her a being a tad jealous. But for now, he would ignore her behavior. You were much easier to look at anyway.

“Were all Snow Ninja servants as loyal as you?” he asked you.

You glanced up to him, then quickly looked away. “We’re raised to be loyal. If we aren’t loyal, we’re disposed of. I’m sure it’s the same here, Grandmaster.”

“Ah. Yes, we do expect loyalty. But such loyalty--to protect their masters? That is a rare treat for the Lin Kuei. Only a handful of girls have ever wielded our blades.”

“There is no use in weak servants,” You repeated the old mantra your former masters had taught you.

The Grandmaster rose his brows at your words, considering them for a moment before giving a single nod. “I suppose that is correct. To an extent.”

You sucked in a deep breath. You couldn’t help it anymore. This was eating away at you. “What happens to me if Sub-Zero dies?” You asked.

He chuckled and waved his hand dismissively. “Who said Sub-Zero will die?”

“Those injuries���”

“I assure you, dear. He has endured much worse.”

You stiffened being called ‘dear.’ You heard a noise of displeasure behind you. Lily didn’t seem to like it either. “But, if he does, Grandmaster…” you cautiously pressed.

“If he does die, then I’m sure you’ll be picked up by another Lin Kuei assassin.”

“I won’t be sold, will I?”

He chuckled. “Perhaps. Though I imagine Tundra would offer to take you. He would have first rights to Sub-Zero’s belongings.”

That was right. That’s what you were. You were one of Sub-Zero’s belongings. You were just a piece of property.

“Though, I wouldn’t mind having you for myself,” the Grandmaster said. Your jaw stiffened and he had noticed. His brows rose. “That does not please you?”

You weren’t sure what to say, so you kept your mouth shut.

“Ah, so you’ve already heard about my girls.” He nodded “I am not unkind to my girls, I assure you. But they are mine. I do what I will with them. I have the means to offer them any pleasures they wish. I only ask for loyalty in return… and one other thing.”

You glanced to him. Once he noticed he’d piqued your interest, he’d smirked.

“A son,” he answered your curiosity. “Throughout the years, I have been given nothing but daughters. God seems to mock me. He denies me a rightful heir. Try as I might, I have not one son to speak of. Perhaps it’s a curse for the horrible things I have done in my life. But I will keep trying until my death.”

Well, now that just made sense. He had so many breeding women because he was trying desperately to have a son. But was it true that he was kind to them? And what of all these daughters?

You were suddenly reminded of Snowflake. She had been raised in the palace, but she didn’t know who her parents were… Was she one of the Grandmaster’s daughters? Did he… Did he just give them away? Your jaw hardened more.

“You wonder where all my daughters are,” the Grandmaster said with an understanding nod. “Dead.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Dead? All of them?

“But, that is a story for another day. You’re worried for Sub-Zero.” He stopped at a door which Lily moved to open. He motioned for you to go on ahead, then followed you into the large room.

It was full of injured assassins. Those knowledgeable in medicine were helping whoever they could. Servants were running back and forth, desperately trying to keep up with demand. Lily pushed herself towards the back of the room and you followed.

Bi-Han was laid out on a bedroll. His robes had been removed so his wounds could be properly assessed. A sheet had been draped over him for his own decency. Kuai was seated next to his brother and looked up as you appeared. He stiffened as he noticed the Grandmaster follow you. He bowed his head respectfully. “Grandmaster.”

“Tundra. How is Sub-Zero?” The Grandmaster asked, stepping closer.

“He’s lost a lot of blood. But he will live,” Kuai answered, then watched as you sat on the other side of Bi-Han.

“Very good. I had faith he would pull through.”

“Yes, Grandmaster.” Kuai nodded.

“I trust until he recovers, you will take responsibility for…” He suddenly became aware that you had not told him your name. He looked to you for it.

You frowned and looked away with a shake of your head. You were still nameless.

“Ah. Well, no matter.” He dismissed it with a wave and looked back to Kuai, who had turned his attention back to you. Kuai heaved a sigh, but nodded.

“Yes, Grandmaster,” he agreed.

“Good. And do tell me when he wakes. I would like to speak with him.”

Kuai bowed his head respectfully. You did the same. The Grandmaster smirked at both of your obedience before turning to leave, Lily at his heels.

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Bi-Han’s eyes shot open. His vision was horribly distorted. His lungs were burning. Where was he? Why couldn’t he breathe? Why was it so hot?

It took so much effort to even lift his head, never mind pulling at the chains around his wrists and ankles. He opened his mouth to speak… his throat felt as though he’d swallowed jagged rocks. A grunt escaped him.

As his vision began clearing, he could make out the figure of someone--someTHING standing several feet away. It was blacker than any black he’d ever seen with just as dark wisps dancing over it. Glowing white eyes were locked on him. “Who… Where am I?” Bi-Han managed to choke out.

The figure chuckled and caused Bi-Han’s chest to rumble with the deep resonance. “Home,” it answered.

Bi-Han’s brows knotted. He glanced around at the vast wasteland. No matter how hard he tried to suck in air, nothing soothed the empty burning in his chest. He wouldn’t have been able to describe it if anyone asked. It was like suffocating, but to no end. Death would not come. Even his heart had stopped beating. Agonizing pain radiated through his body as his muscles and organs were denied blood… What was this icy burn that washed over him? Was it… Panic?

“This… is not home,” he forced out, voice shredded.

“Oh. But it will be. Soon.”

“You speak in riddles.”

The figure chuckled again and disappeared from Bi-han’s view. Bi-Han was suddenly hoisted up by the chains and slammed back against a wall of black fire. He cried out as the flames burned his skin, blistering it instantly. And just as with the pain in his chest, relief would not come… And neither would ice as he tried to will it in an effort to protect himself.

Panicked voices soon filled his ears. Opening his eyes, he was faced with the Lin Kuei village in chaos, the palace and surrounding homes burning to the ground. No one seemed to notice him as he struggled against the chains. Smoke now filled his aching lungs, making them burn more. Trying to shout just made it worse. What was going on? Who had attacked them? Who had set fire to the village?

Kuai had run past him, into the blazes, summoning ice in attempts to combat the flames. Sektor and Cyrax were trying to evacuate the assassins and servants. Tomas was nowhere to be seen--he may have just blended in with the rest of the smoke. The Grandmaster collapsed as the smoke overwhelmed him. Lily laid lifeless on the ground next to him. Burned bodies laid everywhere. But you… Where were you? His eyes desperately searched the scene for you.

That demonic chuckle muted the sounds of the chaos around him before it all faded away. No. Wait. He hadn’t spotted you yet!

“She will perish just as the others,” that voice told him.

Bi-Han’s eyes snapped over to the figure. He choked on his words. “What is this?”

“This is where you become your true self.”

“What?”

“Do you not recognize yourself?”

Bi-Han’s brows knotted and the figure appeared in front of him, face only inches from his.

Those eyes… Those were… his.

“Don’t look so surprised. You knew you would end up here someday.”

Bi-Han’s jaw hardened.

“Welcome to Hell.”

No…

“Too bad you can’t stick around. This would have been fun. But, you’re not quite ready.”

“For what?” He hissed.

“To conquer Netherrealm.”

“What?”

The figure--a twisted version of himself--had chuckled again before everything faded away.

[wind-goddess-eri]

Closed, Open, Nightmares and Fantasies. (Bi-Han x Reader)

So With this little .....not so little fanfic thing....I took one of my very old fics and made it anew. There is a lot going on so let me put the warning up.

WARNING: TW blood, TW self harm, TW abuse mentions, Smut, Domination, Bi-Han is Sub-Zero and it is Movie!Bi-Han. Lots of love and sadness all in one.

@crazytxgradstudent

and all the other people who love this man.

Slowly walking into the training arms hiding behind your back and looking up only with your eyes, head facing down. You look over at the Grandmaster who was at the moment surrounded by members of the Lin Kuei. Bi-Han seemed to be enjoying himself at the moment. Teaching the members how to be the best and silent that they can be. It took almost ten minutes until you spoke. "Bi-Han, my love." you said, your words shaking with tears falling down your face. Bi-Han looked down at me with wondrous expression on his face, "How did you get down here snowflake?"

Gripping your wrist from behind your back, now regretting you ever came out of your room. Feeling like everything you've ever done was wrong. You started to back away. "It's nothing. I'm sorry to bother you, Grandmaster. Please continue." Your words shaky as you turned very quickly and exited the room. You went back down the hall and made it to your room again. You grabbed the knife that was left on my bed, blood still fresh dripping from it. You took it to my wrist again. You made a few more cuts. You sat and watched the blood for awhile.

*Knock Knock*

You throw the knife under your bed and sat on top of the bed, arms behind my back again. "Come in." you yelped. The door opens and Bi-Han peaked his head in. "Are you okay Y/N?" "I'm fine." you lied with a smile on your face. "You left so sudden" He stopped when he looked down at the floor and saw the trail of blood. "Y/N...." He paused. Your heart was beating so fast. You've been caught cutting. The feeling of shame washed over you. You couldn't even look at him.

He stepped into the room more and you flinched. He clearly knows that something is terribly wrong. "Please, don't." you protested him as he tried to get closer to you. The Cryromancer is really concerned now. His girl was hurting. He figures that everyone is in their own way but to see blood, this was serious. He walked over to the chair by the vanity and sat down.

"Tell me what's troubling you." Bi-Han said in a calm tone. "I'm....I'm not lovable. And I can't be loved. I also can’t love. I'm not pretty like the other. No where near as talented. I'm not worthy to even be here. I'm nothing but everyone’s plaything." you pause. you started to cry.

"Where is all this coming from? Clearly I've never saw you as a plaything, What's been happening with you?" Bi-Han voice grew with great concern. You sniffed and cried into your words. "Because, I've been with horrible people! I can't trust anybody. People...who did...horrible things."

The Grandmaster looked shocked. He stood up quickly and knelt down in front of you to be on your level. His hands rested on my knees. "What things?" He asked very seriously. You've said too much. Gods what have you done. Still not looking at him for the shame was overwhelming. " I-I shouldn't have said..." Bi-Han cut me off with the same question, "What Things?" "They touched me okay....." you whispered hoping he wouldn't really hear it. "Oh Y/N." Bi-Han said softly and embraced you into his arms.

You tried so hard to keep your arms behind your back but you also really wanted to hug him back. The embrace was cold yet calming. When the hug ended and Bi-Han looked at you. His expression was so sad. Seeing his face like that you couldn't. You wasn't only hurting yourself...you was hurting him. As you thought thing couldn't get any worse."I can't...I just can't do this anymore." You cried hard, showing you arms from behind your back to reveal that both of my forearms were drenched in blood. you hid my face in your blood covered hands. "I just want to die."

Bi-Han rushed to you, holding you close. "No! You don't want that. I've known you for a while now. You may be a shy person but you aren't this. You are not worthless. You can be loved. I will prove it to you. I could make everything alright if you'd let me. I love you." "But...I-I'll just be your plaything then...." you cried out.

The Cryromancer stood up and shook his head. You looked up at him, wiping the tears away. He then looked down at you and smiled. 'Oh Gods, how did he know' I blushed slightly. "There's that little smile." He purred. "I will prove to you that you are more of a woman than a mear plaything." He leaned down and kissed you softly.

"Bi---" you say breathlessly.

"Shhh. Lay down my snowflake." He smiled as he helped you lay down on your now blood stained bed. He was now on top of you. You wanted him so bad. Every fiber of your being need him. He was the missing piece to your puzzle of a self. You frantically went to unbutton any of his clothing. Seeing how frantic you were, Bi-Han stops you.

"You're shaking" He smiles down at you. "Bi-Han, please. I-I want you." you told him in a slight seductive voice, trying very hard to stop your hands from shaking. Bi-Han chuckled. He took off his armor and under clothes, lifting his shirt up a bit before stopping. "You're such a beautiful girl, Y/N"

Your heart skipped a beat. No one has ever said that about you. You mouthed Bi-Han's name.  He looked at you and smiled a devilish smile.  He reached his hand out and cupped you face, slowly dragging his thumb over your lips. You couldn't help yourself and you opened your mouth. His thumb now in your mouth you lightly sucked on it. Bi-Han let out a small gasp as he wasn't expecting that.

"Would you like something bigger to suck on?" Bi-Han asked you with a grin on his face. You nodded.  He slowly pulled his thumb out of you mouth and started to unbuckle his pants. You watched him while reaching out to touch his chest, leaving a bloody hand mark on him. Once his pants were undone he shifted them down a bit, releasing his erect member.  "Relieve me." He sat up on his knees to give you room to move. You sat up for a moment then moved yourself to a more comfortable position. You took his cock into you mouth. You yearned for this.

Bi-Han gasped and closed his eyes. He growled a bit. You loved hearing him. His voice sends shivers all over you body. You moaned as you sucked him off. His hand slowly running through your hair, gripping it and pulling slightly.  "That's a good girl. Take it all in." Bi-HAn purrs as he pulled your head forward to take his whole length into you mouth. You choked and coughed. Bi-Han let me go. You took his member out of my mouth for air. "Lay down my love." His voice was low and sensual.

You laid down on your back. He unbuttoned and unzipped your pants and slid them off of you. Bi-Han smiled softly. "Blue lace." He pointed out you underwear.  He pulled them slowly off. He spread your legs open and positioned himself. You stared at him, watching his facial expressions. He looked into your eyes as he slowly entered your. His beautiful icy blue eyes. He started to move slowly, thrusting. You moaned and gripped his forearms. He leaned down and kissed you passionately. Both of your tongues danced in each others mouths.

You both broke the kiss and Bi-Han sat up on his knees, taking hold of you thighs and started to thrust a bit harder.  His body slapping against your. It felt so good to have your Grandmaster taking care of you like this. You closed your eyes and touched your own body, massaging your breast. Bi-Han watched you as he trusted faster. He had let go of your thighs and reached over to take your shirt off.  Once the shirt was off, he slowed his pace. He took your right breast into his hand, massaging it while his mouth attached on to your left breast. You moaned and ran your hands through his hair.

"Bi-Han" I moaned.

Bi-Han stopped everything he was doing. You looked at him with the expression of 'why would you stop?????'  "Sweetheart, let’s have some fun." He said with a smirk. He got up from the bed and took off the rest of his clothes. You couldn't help but stare at his beauty.  He was very toned and had some scars on his body. He smiled and looked over at me. "Crawl to me."

You nodded and got off the bed, got on all fours and crawled over to him. You stopped when you reached his feet. You tried to look up at him then you felt a hand forcing my head to look down. "Not yet." Bi-Han told you. You felt something being put around your neck. Did he just put a collar on you?  The Cryromancer yanked the chain that was connected to the collar.  "Ah, perfect fit. Now... Come here." he said yanking the chain harder, forcing you to stand.

Bi-Han had a smile on his face, teeth showing and everything. "I've read your journal. I've read all your thoughts about me. Would you like me to fulfill your dreams?" He confessed and asked you. Your heart almost stopped. The GRANDMASTER of the LIN KUEI read your journal. He now knows everything. All your dark desires to be absolutely dominated by him.  He yanked the chain harder, your body pressed against his now. His hands lightly touching your back.

"Yes" You answered him softly. Was he really going through with this? Just so you don't feel bad anymore? "Bi-Han, why are you doing this?" You had to ask him. "You feel unwanted. I'll make you feel wanted and more. I can't let my love feel abandoned or unwanted. Now be a good snowflake and do as I say from this point on." Bi-Han's voice lowered as he leaned over to say all of it in your ear.

You looked up at him and nodded. He leaned down and kissed you softly. You knew what was going to happen. You knew what he was planning behind that wicked smile. You were ready.  He started to walk away, letting the chain in his hand dangle a little. He walked over to the bed and climbed onto it, sitting on his knees. He looked over at you and yanked the chain roughly enough that you lost balance and fell to the floor. "Crawl to me" Was his words.

You started to crawl towards the bed. Bi-Han yanked the chain once more, pulling you up by the collar and onto the bed.  "Such a good girl. Open your mouth." He demanded while grabbing a hold of your hair tightly and pulled. You opened your mouth as he wanted. He spit into your mouth then pulled your head down to put your mouth around his hard cock.

You sucked , licked and stroked him. He still had a hold of your hair, controlling what your head was doing.  "Take it all!" Bi-Han pushed your head down to take in all of his length. You started to gag and cough. He released you to let you breath. He pushed you to the side of the bed and turned you around. "You like that don't you?" He chuckled as he gave you ass a smack. You yelp and moaned.

"Yeah, you like that I'm in control." He gave you another smack. He then got on top of you and whispered into your ear, "I'm not going to go easy on you." You looked at him slightly concerned at what he whispered. He was smiling, his eyes burning into yours. He positioned himself and roughly entered your wet pussy. you screamed and gripped the sheets.  You heard his grunts and groans in your ear making you more wet as his thrusts were hard and fast.  

"You like that when I fuck you." He whispered to me.

"Yes! I love it when you fuck me!" You yelled, moaning loudly as well.

"You're mine. You will always be mine." Bi-Han said licking my ear.

"I-I'm yours...Fuck that tight little hole Grandmaster!" I yelled once more.

Bi-Han got up on his knees, still inside of you and pulled you up a little. He set you up on all fours, one hand on your hip and the other gripping the chain. He started thrusting roughly. you moaned in absolute pleasure and closed you eyes. Bi-Han pulled on the chain so you could be on your knees against his body. "I'm going to make you cum." He said while taking off my collar and replacing it with his hand, slightly tightening his grip on your neck. "I'm going to make you scream." He continued as he thrusted in and out of you faster.

Your blood stained hands reached behind you to touch his body. Bi-Han looked down at my hands and got an idea but first he was on a mission. Reaching down with his free hand, he started to massage your clit. You felt yourself getting to your climax. You felt everything inside of your body tense up.  Bi-Han was kissing and licking the side of your face. "Oh! I-I'm going to cum! Bi-Han! Grandmaster! Oh BI-HAN! Fuck!" You yelled as you started to cum.

"Scream for me!" He remove his hand that was on your neck, held you tight and bit my neck hard enough to draw blood.  You screamed as he thrusted hard a few more time, causing you to cum completely. Once he let you go, you fell on to the bed, exhausted. Bi-Han looking down at you while wiping your blood from his lips. He laid next to you and pulled you close, stroking your hair. Your body was shaking. Not just because you just had mind blowing sex but because you were cold. Bi-Han grabbed the blanket and pulled it over both of you. He kissed the top of your head. You wrapped your arms around him and started to drift. "I love you" You whispered so quietly that you didn't even think Bi-Han heard. "I love you too, Y/N." He whispered quietly as he watched you rest.