#CAUSE HANZO'S THE MAN RIGHT NOW

[velovw]

How would OW characters love you?

(Ft. Reaper, Genji, Ramattra, Hanzo, Venture and Cassidy)

A/N: It's been quite a while, but I'm happy to share a little thing I've written.

Reaper

At first, Gabriel would refuse the idea of being in love. There was no way the thing he had become was deserving of love - nor did you deserve to be with anything like him. The confession would probably come from you, or the feelings you two have for each other would simply be locked away and forgotten with time. Unsure touches, hesitancy in communication would plague your relationship early on, leading to frustrating fights and time spent apart.

Gabriel had spent so long being Reaper, that he had forgotten how to treat another gently, softly. Years of being one of Talon’s obedient and ruthless weapon left him scarred, almost a husk of the man he one day was. Patience, lots of it, would be needed to build a healthy relationship with him. With time, he would slowly start to mimic the actions you did to him - learning from you on how to love and be loved - this could lead to Gabriel learning to love you just the way you want him to.

Not big on romantic gestures, and doesn’t like PDA. He has an underlying fear that if anyone were to find about his weak spot for you, it would mean harm your way.

Genji

A cupid 's arrow.

It would not take him long to recognize the emotions he was experiencing, as the excitement and exhilaration of a new love were familiar to him due to his youth. The anxiety and giddy feelings were difficult to overlook or ignore. He would not hesitate to express his feelings, as he was quick at noticing if someone reciprocated his affections based on their reactions to his affections. He was accustomed to this aspect of a relationship and would confidently touch and remain close to the person he was interested in whenever possible.

Wouldn’t be able to hide your relationship, almost always bringing you up in a conversation. Excitedly calling you his partner.

Due to his past, Genji would have an underlying anxiety about performing well as a partner. He was good at sweet talk, enough to make your heart flutter - but when it came down to serious conversations and fights, he would almost shut down. In the past, whenever these things happened, he would simply dump his past partners and move on - but he didn’t want to do that now. So he would be awkward, asking you what he could do to amend the wrongs and fix the situation. He would heavily depend on you to guide him in that way.

Ramattra

Love? How futile.

He had no time for such weak emotions, no time to spend worrying over your safety when you were a human - the kind he hated with his very being. No. Ramattra only spent his attention and utmost care towards the cause he believed in.

Or that's what he desperately wanted to believe.

Every word, every moment would be recorded through his optics and stored forever in his hard-drive. Ramattra’s touches sometimes felt… ghostly. As if he was afraid of breaking you. But he was always sure to impose his threatening aura around strangers.

But the amount of stress his system felt when he saw you in the middle of the battlefield, how he was reluctant to end your life right where you stood, proved it all to him that he was *wrong*. Ramattra would take what felt like a lifetime to confess, seeing you sick and injured pushed him to it - the reminder of your mortality severely affecting him. Would try to do everything at once one day, showcasing his innocent and lack of experience in *love*.

A silent reminder of your importance.

Hanzo

Throughout the most part of Hanzo's life, there were only two things he felt the most. The bitter regret and the pain of tomorrow. Losing everything came at a great cost and it shined clearly when you met Hanzo for the first time, when you tried to befriend him - the look in his eyes. Hanzo would avoid you emotionally once he feels… different. Part of him knows what he feels but another one denies it with all of his strength. Not for pride, simply because he's afraid of losing once again.

A wall to talk to. His indifference at the start would drive you crazy, driving you away until he finally realizes how much more empty he feels with your absence. Even so, does a small act of servitude by giving you your favorite food - a small attempt to see if you still care for him. Just enough so he can *try* and allow himself to feel the gentle feeling of love.

Small smiles your way, brushing your hand with his while passing by. All small but mean so, so much for Hanzo. There is no shyness, just gentleness, and no fear of showcasing such feelings in front of others.

Venture

Spending most of their life researching and excavating did really not leave any space for romance. Venture would be quick to accept the feeling, the rush of adrenaline and giddy feeling quickly taking over their mind as they realized they liked you. It would be obvious to anyone around them. The way their eyes would be searching for you in the room, quickly asking someone if they've seen you and when they do finally see you - the biggest smile they can muster.

Your name would be mentioned by them every chance they get.

A confession would take mere days, and if you weren't totally sure about them - they'd at least hope you'd let them take you out on dates so you can get to know each other better. Small trinkets of their affection would be given to you, crystals and rocks being the main source of it, secretly hoping you'd try and find the meaning of them.

Their only flaw is being overly excited about the feeling, sometimes overly romanticizing you and getting disappointed when you don't reach their standards.

Cassidy

Smooth.

Cassidy would recognize the blush that would dust his cheeks when you were around, how he seemed to want to impress and sweet talk you. That would be his way of gaining your favor slowly, calling you sweet nicknames and trying to charm you with his words. A small brush of his shoulders on yours, opening doors for you and tipping his hat when he passes by - all small acts that are meant to sweep you off of your feet.

A relationship would bloom slowly, as he would like to ride out the early fluttering feeling of love. Going through all the small showcases such as holding your hand, gifting you something meaningful before taking you out on a date and asking you two to finally be oficial. To everyone else around you, it was clear that Cassidy was courting you - and no one else dared to attempt anything. Whispers of his past holding them back on doing so.

Cassidy’s flaw would be being too warm or too cold. Either giving you hurtful but helpful advice, or comforting and unhelpful ones. It would solely depend on his mood, but you can always tell when he doesn't really wanna make decisions. Sometimes he just wants to exist, to let himself breath without any worries.

[froggibus]

Roadtrip - Overwatch Boys

Includes: Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo, Baptiste, Lucio & Mauga

Genre: fluff, some crack lol

Summary: take a summer roadtrip with your favorite OW man

CW: irresponsible/reckless driving, cops (Cassidy's), drinking (not while driving I promise), Genji slander, camping, very fun summer vibes w this one

This is part of my Summer Suntacular event, come check it out!

Cassidy:

definitely takes you through the midwest somewhere

insists on driving the whole way but its ok cause he has an insane sense of direction

like knows every road and shortcut like the back of his hand

tries to pretend like he doesn’t like your music but ends up singing along

loves stopping in old local diners

at least once the owner of a bar recognizes him and reminds him that he’s banned for life

and somehow he ends up talking the owner into letting you guys stay??

only drinks black coffee and pretends like he enjoys it

you forced him to try an overly sweet 6$ coffee one time and now he insists on stopping for one in every town

pretends to obey traffic laws but speeds whenever you’re on a backroad

a cop tries to pull him over and suddenly he turns into Max Verstappen and is offroading through a random field to lose them

“what the fuck is happening”

“I’m winnin’.”

you guys get takeout and eat it on the tailgate of his truck

stops at any bar that advertises live music 

will sing all the words all dorky to you and try to get you to dance with him

wants to stay on the road with you forever

Genji:

do not let this man drive he can’t drive for shit

wants to go somewhere neither of you have been before, but doesn’t really have a solid plan

matcha lattes at EVERY stop

you camp rather than stay in a hotel cause he never got to as a kid

like he’s never even tried a s’more or had a campfire before

chooses the most beautiful campsites ever with pretty beaches

neither of you can figure out how to set up the tent so you end up piling the blankets and pillows in your car and sleeping in the trunk

it’s surprisingly cozy though

also he totally winds up cuddling you for warmth

takes SO MANY pictures 

insists on using a paper map because he wants a more “authentic” feel 

results in you guys getting lost in the woods at least once

picks up handcrafted flavoured marshmallows at literally every gas station you stop at so he can make different kinds of s'mores

some of the flavours get wild too—like maple bacon or banana split

weirdly good at roadtrip games

brings his Switch or something so he can play Pokemon while you drive + names the ones he catches after the models of nearby cars

you end up staying on the trip way longer than intended because you guys have so much fun

Hanzo:

has a meticulously planned schedule of where you’ll visit and when

wants to take you through the Japanese countryside, maybe stop at a beach or two

very careful driver 

has a Nissan Versa that he babies and refuses to let you eat inside of (though if you bat your eyes at him enough, he’ll give in)

brings a polaroid camera so he can take pictures of all the beautiful sites

keeps the polaroids in a little folder tucked into the glovebox

refuses to get fast food and insists on stopping at cute local cafes

has packed for literally every possible occasion in only one tiny bag

you ask him to stop so you can buy something weird and obscure and he just so happens to have it

“I really wish I had Shrek 2 on DVD right now”

“check the glovebox”

???

has a soft spot for roadside fruit stands and had to stop at every single one to buy stuff 

the whole trunk is filled with fruit. there’s no escape

lets you play whatever music you like and will have your favourite songs memorized by the end of the trip

prefers experiences to souvenirs, but if you buy him a keychain or something he’ll treasure it forever

Baptiste:

annoyingly slow driver

everyone is passing you guys

has a pretty solid plan of where he wants to go but he’s open to feedback

has an immaculate sense for choosing the best local restaurants

always wants to try the most niche food combos he can find—like deep fried milk

needs to have his water bottle, an energy drink and a fun drink or else he can’t drive

wears sunscreen in the car and stops every few hours to reapply

cringes at your driving no matter how you drive and definitely gives you at least one (1) lecture about the dangers of speeding

loves tourist traps and wants to stop at every one you pass

insists on getting those dorky commemorative t-shirts from said tourist attractions so that the two of you can match

loves salt water taffy and looks for fun weird flavours wherever you find them

his entire centre console ends up being FULL of them by the end of the trip

he has the ac in the car on full blast to the point you’re shivering

not big on taking pictures but loves videos—he has about a thousand of the two of you trying new fun drinks and snacks

it’s been so long since he was able to be on the road without worrying about Talon—and he never wants to go back

Lucio:

nobody is more fun than him on a road trip

has a super fun car that he’s souped up and decorated to hell

the car has window tint so dark that you can’t see into it

does not obey traffic laws. you’re getting so many tickets, im sorry

buys those window markers so the two of you can draw on them when you’re bored

chooses the music and probably has a thirty hour long meticulously curated playlist

car singalongs all day

drinks so many energy drinks you’re surprised his heart still works

wants to stop in every single town to try their local specialties 

doesn’t really have a solid plan or anything, just wants to hit the road and see where you end up

wears increasingly goofy disguises when going out in public

“omg is that Lucio?”

“where?”

gets dragged into performing at least one impromptu concert somewhere

takes turns driving with you so the other can rest and reads out gossip articles about himself to entertain you

every hotel you stay in is a different gimmick and he goes crazy for it. the sillier the better

posts cute pictures of the two of you on his insta and is always taking candids

wants to make your roadtrip an annual thing

Mauga:

insists on taking his big ass Jeep that he refers to as “Little Betty” and refuses to let anyone else drive ‘her’ 

completely reckless driver too

drives with one hand on the wheel, music way too loud, the windows down even when you’re going like 110

he lets you pick the music as long as its upbeat 

constantly drinking some weird protein shake 

absolutely no plan of where he wants to go, just wants to hit up some nice beaches

has all of your stuff crammed in the back so high that you couldn’t possibly see out of the back window

drives in the sluttiest skimpiest tank top ever 

wants to try all the local cocktails and party in every town you stop in

gets drunk and becomes best friends with everyone he meets

needs to collect a Hawaiian print shirt in every place you stop in to commemorate the occasion

wants more than anything to teach you how to surf

he stops at every beach you pass and BEGS you to try it out

either wants to sleep in a five star hotel or on the beach with no shelter. there is no inbetween

takes one awkward blurry picture of the two of you throughout the entire trip and puts it in his wallet

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[freyito]

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✧ a/n: can't believe my first piece of 2024 is a part 2 to this booby fic... but goddamn i need my head in kenshis boobies rn. it'd make everything better...

🗒 cw: gn reader cause everyone can have boobs, bonus points!, not proofread

✎ wc: 750

⎯ Johnny Cage

Good GOD does Johnny love burying his face in your chest any time he can. He mainly does it when he's had a bad day. It's a great way to destress, he says. He promises there's nothing more to it. And he's right.

Sure, Johnny can be provocative and that charm doesn't exactly disappear. But seriously, this is like way too comforting for him. The stress of directing, making something worth it, it all dissolves when he's face first in your chest.

And he talks. He talks and talks. Will not stop yapping. His entire day, whatever he's done, something about movies. Every word muffled because he refuses to leave, or even lift his head off your chest.

So, when you return home after a particularly bad day, you decided to try Johnny's method of destressing. Johnny's on the couch, watching The Princess Bride for like the 27th time. It's the perfect time to strike. And strike you do.

Before he can properly welcome you home, your face is pressed between his tits within seconds. Sweet, sweet heaven. You understand now. You understand everything. Your stress dissipates, tensions of the day gone, immediately.

You can barley hear Johnny giggling and joking, you're too caught up in a euphoric daze. You only lift your head when it feels like you can't breathe. Johnny stares down at you with the biggest knowing grin ever. He's not gonna make fun of you, even with that hint of mischief in his eyes.

⎯ Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi is disciplined, he likes to think. So he doesn't he really even think about burying his face in your chest. On top of that, he's pretty busy. The OIA, the Taira, the Yakuza... it's a lot. You don't seem him at home much.

However, in those rare moments he gets with you, some time's he'll lay his head on your stomach or your thighs. He enjoys the kind of connection, some sort of contact after a hard day of work. It grounds him.

But oh, come on. We've seen how big this guy is. Massive tits. C'mon. It takes you a while to build up the courage to go for it. But when he's wearing tank tops, compression shirts, etc... it's so hard to restrain yourself.

Kenshi KNOWS. Sometimes he does it on purpose. But when you start stalking him, keeping your distance, plotting... he wonders what's gotten into you. He makes it a game, kind of. But you're winning. As hard as he's trying to keep up with you.

You find the perfect time to execute your plan. You two are cuddled up late into the night, savoring the rare moment of touch. Without warning, you seize your chance. You roll over onto his chest, head first into those big naturals. Silence cascades over the both of you. Oh, it's even better than you imagined it. Soft... warm... inviting... it's a shame he keeps them hidden. Kenshi doesn't know how to react. Eventually, after several minutes of agonizing silence (and pure bliss between this guys pillows), he finally wraps his arms around you and even pulls you a bit closer.

⎯ Hanzo Hasashi

Hanzo also considers himself controlled. He's above acts like that. Or so he thinks. He won't outright plank into your chest, but when there's downtime, he quite enjoys laying on your chest, with your arms around him. Reading a book or something. That's just the way he likes to wind down.

We've all seen the side-boobage on this man though. Untapped market right there. It'd be a shame NOT to put your head between those pecs. Like, it'd be a sin not to.

One night, during some much needed time alone, you find yourself wrapped up in Hanzo's arms. It's a quiet night, he's finding it hard to fight off sleep. He's been busy, and it's been a hell of a week for him.

His defenses are down, so you take up the opportunity. Awkwardly, you wiggle in his arms, flipping from your back to your face. What awaits you is reminiscent of the gates of heaven. God, you could live like this.

Hanzo's mind is fried, so he doesn't quite understand. To him, you feel more like a weighted blanket. Which ends up making it even harder to stay awake. He's trying to savor every moment with you, but sleep is quickly catching up with him. Waking up to you still resting your head on his pecs however... part of him is glad he was too tired to understand.

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[odditycircus-2002]

What's This?

A/N: Given that it's the season, I decided to do this year's holiday special with my recent reader insert, Quan-chi's daughter. You'll know who I'm talking about if you've been following me for a while or want to read reader inserts with Pre-MK1 Scorpion, or just checking out my masterlist. For those just tuning in, all you gotta know is that Y/N here has never experienced many everyday things, including snow. They're Scorpion's close friend at this time and constantly sneak out to spend time with him. Also, this takes place in Japan, and I don't know how Japan celebrates Christmas or similar holidays completely, besides glimpses in anime, so Imma just wing it here. I DO know that it's treated as a second Valentine's Day over there.

When you first step foot out of The Netherrealm for one of your nightly visits with Hanzo, you are initially met with the landscape covered in a pristine white powdery substance. You first thought that a volcano went off in the area until the cold finally hit you. Curious, you scooped some of the white powder into your hands, feeling the chill of the substance. You take some in your other hand to pinch it, and it instantly melts into water, unlike the water from the rain here. You took a small bite from the pristine power in your hand to confirm your suspicion.

'It's just water like the rains in Earthrealm!"

You concluded before taking another bite of the snow, which you found to be refreshing on your tongue. But you then dropped it when you then took another look around the landscape to find, in the distance, the Shirai Ryu's compound covered in the white stuff and in a familiar glittering substance that shone like jewels. No, not jewels.... ice! It then hit you where you've seen this white powder and ice.

Wasting no time, you opened a portal directly outside Grandmaster Hasashi's living quarters, not bothering entering through the front like usual. You inadvertently ended up scaring some nearby Shirai Ryu with your sudden appearance, but you paid them no heed, praying to the Elder Gods that you're not too late. You practically broke down the door as you called Hanzo's name, horns out, hellfire blazing from your eyes and head. The man in question was in the middle of trimming a small potted tree, and automatically sprang into action, drawing his katana and demanding to know the danger. Hanzo is caught off guard when you interrupt him mid-sentence to barrel into the Grandmaster, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

Your hellfire disappears in relief that Hanzo is uninjured, the latter then asking why you thought he would be injured. You then remembered yourself and backed away from Hanzo, sheepishly apologizing for being overzealous as you thought Sub-Zero or the Lin Kuei were attacking the Shirai Ryu again. Hanzo went quiet at that, glancing at the snow and ice outside his living quarter before turning away. Seeing your words upset your friend, you swiftly try to explain yourself, stating you've never seen ice or the white stuff in the air besides when Bi-Han or Kuai Liang used it in combat. From what Hanzo told you about Lin Kuei attacking the Shirai Ryu, you thought the worst had happened when you saw those cold things everywhere.

"Snow."

Hanzo interrupted you before elaborating that the "white powder" you refer to is snow. He then turned to look outside, past his torn-off door to his for-now small clan, who gathered around, armed, at the commotion you caused. With a hand raised up and a few words from their Grandmaster, the crowd mostly dissipates as they return to their tasks, including hanging boughs of greenery and tying red ribbons on pillars. You could see Hanzo giving a barely-there smile as the festivities taking place.

"You're right to be concerned about the Lin Kuei attacking the Shirai Ryu again... But rest assured that, in this instance, they're not the reason for this weather."

You allow yourself to relax your muscles, apologizing for not entering through the front gates as agreed upon and the torn-off door. Hanzo just waves away your apology, allowing you to let your intrusion slide, just this once, since you were legitimately concerned about an attack and didn't know any better. But without the fear of an attack to occupy your mind and taking a moment to notice the more than usual colorfully decorated Shirai Ryu compound, new questions bubbled to the surface.

"What's this?"

You swept an arm, referring to the colorful lanterns, the ribbons, boughs of holly, and singing in the air. Hanzo explains that the clan is preparing for Christmas, which you didn't know either, which doesn't surprise the clan's Grandmaster. So, the leader of the Shirai Ryu decided to take it upon himself to walk around the compound to show you what he's talking about, with the added bonus of him being able to check on the clan's progress for the day. Hanzo does his best to describe the winter holiday as he did when explaining rain. Apparently, the old Shirai Ryu had their own festivities around the holidays, but it wasn't as extravagant as Christmas; the rebuilt clan brought in Christmas and its decorations. The clan's Grandmaster allowed this, seeing it as a way for the new clan to celebrate their new bonds as a clan and strengthen said bonds.

You couldn't believe your eyes as you took in the various decorations, seeing the paper snowflakes and the glowing lanterns painted with images of more things you've never seen before. It was all new and odd to you, and also so much fun! The clan members you ran into were happy to explain their winter traditions and what they mean to them, including your follow-up questions.

"Your baubles already shine like gems; why do you need little lights to make it sparkle more?"

But your favorite aspect of this "Christmas" was the music, specifically the songs. You've never heard songs that were so... happy and did not describe cruel massacres and brutal victories over enemies. You had never heard such songs. Hanzo raises an inquisitive brow when you randomly summoned your shamisen. He watched as you tuned your instrument and experimentally plucked its strings. Still, eventually, you were able to figure out how to play the same tunes the other clan members were singing amongst themselves. The Shirai Ryu that were singing stopped when you started playing but began singing again after they recognized your tune.

Hearing the caroling restart, you sped up your playing, and the carolers followed suit. In fact, you got so caught up in your playing and the joy welling up inside you that you didn't notice how your magic halted the snowflakes falling around you or you levitating a few inches off the ground or the gathering crowd around you. Nor did you notice the knot between Hanzo's brows lessening as he looked at your magic display. However, when you notice the snowflakes frozen in midair, you gather some around you, making them spin above you and the other singing clan members, who stopped singing to watch your performance. You then bunched the snowflakes together, but unfortunately, that only made a bowling-sized snowball, which was too heavy for the little magic you were doing, causing gravity to take over and for it to fall on your head.

Given that your clothing was made for the Netherrealm and not for winter, you shivered at the sudden temperature change and the water soaking into your clothes. Hanzo immediately notices this and heats himself up, not fully lighting himself ablaze but just enough to warm you up. You thank him for it, and you are grateful for the warmth. Despite being fully capable of warming yourself back up with a little hellfire, you opt to take up Hanzo’s offer to head back to his home to dry off as an excuse to stay as close as possible to the Grandmaster.

On the way back, you passed by homes smelling of cakes and pies, freshly baked. Something else you never heard of, much less tried. Upon your insistence, you approach one of the clan members to ask to try one of their winter treats. Specifically asking someone roasting chestnuts on an open fire, as you told Hanzo that you wanted to try something so fresh; who figured you could use something warm to eat as well.

To the former wraith’s surprise, rather than try the chestnuts offered, you picked out one of the coals USED to roast the chestnuts and swallow them whole while it was still hot! Rather than scream in pain, you let out a pleased hum as steam started to rise off your person. You remarked that you never had the treat freshly heated before while licking the remains off your fingers. The ninja offering you chestnuts could only stare bewildered while Hanzo raised a brow.

After eating a few more coals, you and Hanzo arrived at his home, where the latter started a fire to help dry off your clothes. You sat near a window that looked out to the rest of the compound while wrapped in a blanket that smelled like your dear friend, which you made yourself comfortable in. While you waited in silence with Hanzo, you allowed yourself to bask in the moment, enjoying the absence of monsters and nightmares; instead, there were good feelings all around you.

'It's like a wonderful dream, one I don't ever wish to wake from.'

You think to yourself with a smile. You're pulled out of your thoughts when you spot two of Hanzo's clan members kissing under a plant hanging above them. Your friend had to first explain what a kiss is and that it's a show of affection between two romantic partners. Apparently, it's an Earthrealm tradition to kiss under this mistletoe plant. You thought such a concept was unique, but you couldn't help but notice Hanzo's melancholic face as he watched the young couple beside you. That's when you remember that your friend had a wife, a wife he most likely kissed like the couple in front of you. Hanzo could never kiss Harumi again. You didn't know what to say to Hanzo then, so you stood beside him until your clothes finally dried. Before you left for the Netherrealm, you sincerely thanked Hanzo for showing you everything today, as it was all so wonderful. Your friend's usually stern expression softened at your once-rare joy as he offered to show you some of his family's winter traditions next time you visit.

When you returned to the Netherrealm, the Revenants and the rest of Quan-chi's servants noticed something different with you, although they couldn't quite put their finger on it. Quan-chi, having raised you since you were a newborn, quickly spotted it. During your usual healing session, in which you would power your father with your music to maintain his health, you started off playing your usual song to give some of your energy to your father. However, midway through, your song became more upbeat and, dare Quan-chi say, jovial? With the change in your song, the withered sorcerer felt a rush of raw energy he never sensed from you before that was almost unbearable.

You almost dropped your Shamisen when your father suddenly asked where you learned such a jubilant tune. You're quick to literally change your tune as you quickly make up a half lie that you happened to have overheard it from one of the damned souls, who most likely went mad. You trembled under Quan-chi's scrutinous gaze before he dismissed his inquiry and gestured for you to continue your playing.

Later on, after the session finished, you were allowed to return to your room as you had no immediate duties to fulfill. You tried to get some rest, but sleep would not greet you. You then tried to read one of the books Hanzo gave you, which you kept hidden under a stone tile, but your eyes started to wander as you reminisced the day Hanzo gifted you those books. Your face began to heat up as you remembered his warm, calloused hands briefly making contact with yours. You shook your head before hiding your books again, growing frustrated with yourself. Your eyes then land on your shamisen.

After making sure there was nobody nearby, you cast a bubble of silence around your room before tuning your shamisen and let your hands speak for you. It wasn't exactly what you would usually play, but it wasn't a cheerful tune. No, you played for an audience, including yourself, as you played out your sorrows and woes that would never be heard.

You thought about all the things you wish you could have, that you've been yearning for since you were a little girl, but don't. You wish you could live among the Shirai Ryu, fight alongside them, and celebrate their holidays with them. Yet, even if you could fool yourself for a moment or two, that sense of camaraderie you feel among them doesn't last, not when you have to return to the Netherrealm. You must return to Quan-chi's side and serve alongside him for your Lord Shinnok in his land of fire and screams. Still, you rather live in a realm of life and light...

You shook your mind before any traitorous thoughts could take root, afraid of what your father or God would do to you if you started to think like that. So you turned your wandering mind to your dear friend, Hanzo.

Oh Hanzo, how you wish he noticed how much you mean to him as your dear friend. You wanted to stand beside him under the mistletoe and feel his lips on your lips. Would they be warm? Would they be dry or moist? You don't know HOW to kiss, as you only learned about it today, but maybe Hanzo could show you how to do it properly. Wait, should friends be having these sorts of thoughts about each other?

You don't know if they should, as you never had such thoughts when thinking about Sareena. You don't even know the name of the feelings inside you when you think about Hanzo or when you're near him, but you do know they're in your heart. You do know that you may never be with Hanzo, as he belongs in Earthrealm with his clan, and you within the Netherrealm. It's just not meant to be. You're not Shirai Ryu. You're not Harumi. You can never be.

Playlist While Writing This:

"What's This?" From Nightmare Before Christmas

"Jack's Lament" From Nightmare Before Christmas

"Sally’s Song” cover by Amy Lee.

"Stolas Singss (Owl In a Cage)" by Sam Haft

[laismoura-art]

What if kuai and harumi had a child together?? Like what would happen during harumis pregnancy??

Hmmm, I'll be honest, I never gave too much thought into what a Kuairumi child would be like cause I never felt like dealing with the not so nice Hanzo fans claiming Satoshi erasure. It was hard enough for them to accept Harumi is with another man, imagine accept her having a baby with another man🙄

But hey, since we're here, I've got some ideas! 🩷 💙

Okay, so for starters, Harumi and Kuai would only agree to have this child once they were sure Earthrealm was... less chaotic (ain't gonna say "in peace" cause let's be real, does Earthrealm even know what peace is?? Lol!)

Kuai and Harumi already tried to prioritise their relationship in times of conflict (aka their wedding) and things ended up BAD, so they promised themselves they would only try to expand the family once they were sure this kid would be as safe as possible!

And it took them YEARS to get to "as safe as possible", years trying to amend Kuai and Bi-Han’s relationship, years fighting Multiversal threats, years strengthening their clans and alliances.

It took them a lot of patience, but finally, the day came!

°.✦

And how did Harumi handle this pregnancy?

Pretty well actually, lol!

Call her stubborn, but she refused to let her pregnancy interfere in her everyday life, she remained commanding her clan and teaching her apprentices, she wasn't engaging in kombat anymore obviously, but still went on missions as healer (she's the best healer in Earthrealm, no one would be crazy to leave her behind, lmao)!

She carried with herself only healing potions, she wouldn't risk the baby's health by bringing the poisonous ones!

She also started to rely much more on her Phytokinesis, as it gives her more long distance attacks and better defence!

Kuai and his siblings are much more protective of her now, not in a suffocating way (they know better than that) but they instinctively walk surrounding her and one of them always has an arm on her back or around her shoulders.

°.✦

Now the baby's birth was a chaotic one!

Starting with the fact that SEKTOR delivered the baby!

How did that happen? Well, if you ask Sektor, she will say it was Harumi's fault!

Harumi always insisted the two of them should go on missions together, to improve their relationship and resolve any tension left from the red wedding. Sektor always thought it was bullshit, but Harumi always had a way to be extremely persuasive!

The result was Harumi's water breaking right after they had fought a bunch of mercenaries threatening a sacred forest! And as they had killed off all mercenaries and were still in the middle of said sacred forest, there was no one else to help Harumi with that baby!

As healer, Harumi had delivered her fair share of babies, but she couldn't perform it on herself so it was up to Sektor to follow her instructions and bring his child I to the world!

Sektor would never admit it, but was TERRIFIED! Because that was her nephew/niece that was there, and their life was in her hands, hands that had taken many lives but never brought one!

But she pushed her fear aside, and with Harumi's instructions and encouraging words, the daughter of the Tengu and the Shirai Ryu was born!

They arrived pretty late and Kuai had already gathered the whole Earthrealm force to go look for them, he was relieved to see the two of them, but the feeling he felt just as he saw who was in Harumi's arms was entirely different, he doesn’t think he has ever loved someone as quickly and intensely as he loved his daughter!

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Aaaaaand that's what I have so far! I never got make pregnancy headcanons before since whenever I write Harumi she's either already a mom or too young to be one, so it was a fun first attempt!

To be honest, I'm hoping NRS doesn't give these two a kid anytime soon, I want Harumi to be playable already and I feel giving her a baby to take care of could be a sneaky solution to keep her an NPC :/ (which is bullshit, cause if even Madame Bo got to be playable (even if just as Kameo) why can't Harumi have her shot??) I trust NRS, but not that much...

Anyways, no clue what to name this baby (fan children are hardly my expertise) so I'm taking suggestions!🩷💙

[hyperfixated-homo]

i am here to propaganda

platonic reinhardt and illari, emphasis on platonic.

i have seen some stuff on hanzo kind of adopting illari because they have been through similar stuff. but given hanzo still has his own stuff to figure out, i offer you reinhardt.

he has also lost people he cared about, but he still keeps going. plus he’s dealing with it a lot better than hanzo.

this concludes my propaganda. dadhardt ftw

sorry for the rant i have no one to talk to about this but please tell me you see the potential

I don't know if this was an ask for the hc game BUT!! I SEE THE VISION!!

Dadhardt is something so special to me because I always sort of view him as a mentor figure, but one that doesn't know how to be a father. At least, not in the conventional sense. He's understanding and loving and gentle but he's always more of a friend than a parent.

But imagine he finds someone like Illari. Who has no home, no family, nothing to her name but her abilities and her will. And he has never been a father- an uncle, a mentor, but never a father- but...

Well.

I CAN SEE THE VISION.

Now I will say I have always been a big enjoyer of Dadzo adopting Illari, but you're right in saying Rein might be in a better place to actually take care of her, lol. That being said, I also think it would work out because Illari doesn't actually need someone to "take care of her". She just needs support, and some time to make sense of her life. She doesn't need someone to guide her through surviving- she knows how to do that well enough. She just needs someone to show her how to be happy again, despite her trauma. And I think that's something Reinhardt could definitely do!

Might throw some headcanons in there too, just because <3

Platonic Reinhardt & Illari Hcs

Reinhardt, as an old soldier, recognises the trauma that Illari holds and understands how to deal with it. He can't heal for her, but he helps her through rough spots with stories of his past

Illari likes asking questions about Reinhardt's scars. Those stories are always interesting- either extremely funny, or founded in some epic battle. She doesn't mind that Reinhardt embellishes his stories sometimes- it's entertaining

The hardest thing to deal with is that Illari is literally magic. Like. She can summon the power of the sun. Now Reinhardt isn't unfamiliar with inhuman abilities but. How does one take care of a sun child?

Luckily, he's good at adapting. He doesn't treat it with fear or anger, which Illari worried he would, Instead, he accepts it with a sort of "well, I've seen stranger" energy that oddly helps her come to terms with her abilities

Illari uses her healing pylon for Reinhardt's old man aches. It doesn't work like standard medicine, and it can't exactly fix anything, but it can be used to treat it. Reinhardt compares it to getting a nice massage.

Illari doesn't like interacting with too many people, and doesn't fully believe in Overwatch as a whole. But she understands that Reinhardt has dedicated himself to the cause, so she'll help them with small things- usually lending some of her healing abilities, if they need it.

Illari is touch starved. Reinhardt is the most affectionate old man you've ever met. What more do I have to say

Illari doesn't love to sing, preferring to hum. But Reinhardt has such a passion for it that sometimes she can't help but join in- it ends with them dancing and singing through laughing fits, enjoying themselves and the moment

The first time Illari calls Reinhard "dad" is a complete accident. Both of them are shocked she did it, and both get quite emotional in the aftermath

All this to say. Thank you for the propoganda. Good concept, I enjoy :thumbsup: THANK YOU FOR SENDING!!

[struckd0wn]

I'll Make You Mine ── Hanzo Shimada

Hanzo Shimada × ftm!reader

CW: mentions of noncon (not w/ Hanzo), Hanzo leads Shimada Clan AU, sex slave, reader had top surgery, clit and cunt used as describing anatomy, he's gentle :3, mention of scars and bruising from previous experiences,

A/N: this lowkey drags on so mb, also dk if I hate it or like it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You were on your way to the Master's room, nervous and shaky as two women led you there. They had retrieved you at his request. First they took you to the bathhouse, pampering you with soft hands, making sure to not miss a single spot. The two scrubbed and washed your hair, almost relaxed if it weren't for your nerves. The bath was filled with cherry blossom soap, probably made with the trees just outside the Shimada castle. After, they dried you off promptly before adorning you in a plush robe that came down just below you knees.

You had been in the castle for a little over a month now, having been captured by the Shimada clansmen. You had gotten yourself stuck in business you had no need to be in and it led you here. You were supposed to be dead, and maybe you would have preferred to be. Instead they kept you in a room, by yourself, to be used by the men of the castle for their pleasure. They were rough, you deserved it according to them. They had spared you so you owed them, and you payed with you body, and although you were greatful at first you didn't care much for it now. The ladies of the clan would come by twice a day with food, which you would eat with bound hands and the door locked at all times. You weren't bathed, simply wiped down with a damp rag after every use.

Word about you had gotten around fast, in your first week you were visited more times than you could count, and now he wanted to see you. You never met Hanzo truly, only seeing him in passing or hearing about him from the clans members. But he had never stopped to see you, you wondered if he even knew about you, and here you were on your way to his private bedroom.

You'd better behave, one of the women would tell you. He's the Master, you cannot upset him. The more and more they warned you, the more and more tense you got. But you couldn't turn back now, standing right outside what you assumed was his bedroom door.

"Master Shimada, he is ready for you." The other woman chimed out, giving you a worried look before sliding the door open. You stood there, completely silent as you took in the scene in front of you.

His room was boring. A futon, low to the floor on a short wooden frame, pushed head side to the wall. Next to the bed was a nightstand, similar to the one in your room, that housed a small bonsai tree. He sat with his back turned to the three of you. The sliding doors in front of him opened to reveal a private garden, dark but lit with small lanterns, the curtains blowing gently in the crisp summer wind. Next to him on the floor was an incense stick, the smoke wafting through the room almost creating a fog. He wore his typical blue, only this time a yukata, one shoulder uncovered to reveal his tattoo, his hair down and draping over his shoulders.

The clans woman pushed you into the doorway, causing you to stumble slightly as the door shut behind you. You stood there awkwardly, fidgeting with your robe. "Sit." He speaks out, holding a hand out twords the futon. You flinch before rushing over to kneel on the bedding. You again wait, watching as he lifts the incense stick, blowing it out and tapping the ash into it's holder. The wind feels cold on you collar bone were the robe doesn't cover but you don't say anything. He turns slowly, looking at you for the first time. Your face feels warm and you try to prepare yourself for whatever might happen.

Hanzo stands up, walking twords you. You can't help but admit he is a very attractive man, much better than the clansman that would bed you every night. You avoid his eyes, gaze wandering to his tattoo that spans across his exposed chest and left arm. The Master sits in front of you, looking you in the eye. "I will stop... If you want me to." His voice is soft but raspy and you're surprised at the suggestion. No one had given you the option before. You nod your head a little at this and he continues.

The bigger man leans forward, gently pushing you at the chest to lay down. Your nerves are at their peak, staring up at the clans leader. He rest himself between your legs, pulling you so your legs rest on his thighs. The man in blue is silent the whole time and you almost wish he'd say something, or at least direct you so you do him no wrong. Hanzo's large hands find you thighs below the robe, pushing the fabric up to see.

You busy yourself with looking at the ceiling. His hands rub the fat of you thighs, one hand stops, and his thumb pushes down over one of the many bruises. You hiss out in pain and your hand flies down to grab at the Master's wrist before you can even think about. Panic. "Sir! I'm sorry, I didn't-" your words are cut off shorts as he flips his hand in yours, instead taking your wrist. But it's not angry, he holds it softly in his own. His eyes fall onto the ring of red on your wrist where your hands were bound together. Tutting his lips, Hanzo leans down to press a kiss to the bruise on your thigh, then to your injured wrist. You stare down at him in awe.

"If I was aware they were hurting you, I wouldn't have let this go on for so long," He admits to you. "You do as they ask and they are still greedy." Hanzo's voice is sad, disappointed in his followers for your poor treatment. Even if you had gotten into their business, you were serving your "duties" yet they still found time to disrespected you.

He drops your hand, continuing up to the bow that held you robe together. The man watches your reaction as you gulp heavily, but he persists, unraveling the tie and letting the robe fall off your front. He doesn't make efforts to take it off of you entirely, his hand moving up to hold you at your plush hips. He squeezes at you love handles with a small smile, taking you all in with one look. You refuse to meet his eye but Hanzo doesn't object, his right hand sliding down to your crotch and the other to you chest. One thumb strokes the scarred flesh of your pectorals and the other finds your clit, applying a pressure that makes you squirm.

Hanzo is completely enamored by you. Robe half off, skin glowing under the moonlight that shines in from the still open door to the garden. You hide your face from him but you can't hide the moans that escape you and the way your hips move to chase his touch. It's the first time someone had stopped to touch you how you wanted. He wasn't just taking, also giving as he rubs you to near explosion, just watching you wiggle below him, indulging in your sounds.

Life as a clans leader was lonely, the Master didn't have time for relationships outside of business so this within itself was a treat. He had heard about you, his clansman weren't discrete about you, not at all. But the thought weighed heavy in his mind about having you for a night, and he wasn't regretting it now that he had you.

You feel your peak nearing but the man doesn't allow it for a second, pulling his hands away. You let out a deprived whine but he's to busy now, moving his yukata out of the way to reveal his hard cock underneath. "Don't worry, you'll get your fill soon enough." Is his response to your whining. He stroked himself with a low rumble before running his tip through your folds. You take this time to finally look at him, as now he was to busy to notice.

His face was serious yet relaxed. Hanzo was a fit guy, you traced around his muscles with your eyes, watching as the tattoo formed around them perfectly. You wanted to see more, so feeling a little daring you reached out twords him. Your finger hooks under the fabric of his obi, the band of fabric that held the yukata together. Tugging very gently at it, this gets his attention. The Masters eyes find your finger, then your eyes. Hanzo smiles sweety down at you, using both of his own hands to remove the obi. After, he shrugs the yukata off his other shoulder, fully revealing himself to you.

Before you can look for another second. He pushes his tip into you, your head rolling back against the pillow. Hanzo moves slowly, pushing inward with his hips and it doesn't take long before the two of you are connected at the base. The man's large hands find your hips again and he uses them for leverage as he pulls out painfully slow. He watches every expression, listening to every noise you make.

He begins to move faster, thrusting into you with a pace that makes you head go foggy. The drag of his cock as he pulls out is almost teasing you before he slams back in. You can't help but get a bit louder now, but he can't either. Your moans are sweet and his are ragged, grunting over you eagerly. Hanzo leans over to kiss you, lips connecting to yours, moving slowly as he swallows each whine that comes from you. The feeling excites him, he grips tighter on your hips, fucking you deeper into the mattress below. His lips move down to kiss your jaw, then neck, his ear positioned near you mouth. You're loud, but he doesn't care. You smell like the trees that surround his home, his castle. You're soft and lovely to handle, not to mention how good you felt. By the minute Hanzo grew more and more obsessed with you, beyond the point of sex, he found himself wanting to know you.

"I am drunk on you," He admits out loud. You just barley process it, but you are truly flattered. By now he's entirely wrapped around you. His large arms wrap around your middle as he ruts into you endlessly. "My senses are full of you, I can't get enough of the way you feel, how you look, how you moan for me. I imagine you taste just as perfect, " Hanzo confesses. "I bet they say the same thing, but who wouldn't. You're beautiful." He continues on thrusting into you faster than before, the coil in your stomach on the verge of snapping. The thing is, they didn't say the same things. To the others you were just a good fuck for whenever they needed. You wondered how they could be so relentless and brutal but their leader is wrapped around you and desperately telling you how amazing you are.

Hanzo pulls the two of you upwards, now sitting on his thighs as he fucks upwards into you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and your head leans down to rest on your bicep. He watches as you barley have the energy anymore, the two of you growing more tired, but your end is fastly approaching. "I won't let them treat you badly anymore. You're mine, I want to know you. I want to treat you nicely, but only if you allow me." Hanzo tells you, and if feels nice to have a choice, nice to feel wanted instead of being constantly degraded. You whine in response, and finally you feel yourself snap.

Your orgasms is strong and you tense in his arms before fully letting go. You moan his name as you wrap around him tighter. His breathing is harsh and he's still pushing into you eagerly, the feeling of you realising over his cock is to much as your walls flutter over him and soon enough he's finishing too. Hanzo groans loudly, hissing in pleasure as he cums inside of you, gently fucking into your sweet pussy. He pulls out slowly, your legs and his waist are covered in your combined slick. You relish in the feeling for as long as you can, having been the first orgasm to come purely from pleasure to happen for a while. The man leaves you, and you wondered if he'd just leave you there to be picked up, after everything he had said. He's back before you know it, back at your side with a glass of water and a rag.

After he cleans you he lays beside you, facing you. It's all a bit awkward now, but you're to tired to care. "I meant what I said..." His voice is quite, but you hear him. "I've seen you. I've overhead you and my maids talking and I grew interested in you. I thought maybe you wouldn't want to see the leader of the clan that is keeping you here." He tells you, his hands move to brush the hair out of your face. "I really didn't know they were hurting you and for that I am sorry. If you'd let me... I'd love to make it up to you." The wind picks up a bit outside, but the air is warm. The moon is shining in onto the two of you, it illuminates his face with it's serious expression.

"I'd like that..." You whisper back, closing your eyes to fall asleep.

[cryptidbait]

MK11 Kuai x Liu x Hanzo —Training

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Liu Kang’s brows furrowed in frustration. The new god felt frustrated. It felt as if everything was connected to him in some way. The bustling clan outside of the gardens, the birds chirping, the smell of the overwhelming flora, the humming of insects, the—

“Calm yourself,” a husky voice commanded. Liu’s brows relaxed at the sound of Hanzo’s voice. However, the fire god was still tense. Hanzo’s warm palm grasped Liu’s shoulder. It was incredibly warm, not burning to the touch, but it made Liu Kang’s stomach tingle and his ears burn.

“You’ll get nowhere if you do not focus,” another voice chimed in, much gruffer then Hanzo’s. It came from Liu Kang’s left, while Hanzo was on his right. Liu snuck a peak at Grandmaster Kuai Liang. The leader of the Lin Kuei was dressed down into casual wear, something that the fire god was not adjusted to seeing. Kuai had his eyes closed, brows and muscles alike relaxed.

“Do not focus on your breathing,” Hanzo advised. Liu Kang returned to attention, closing his eyes and facing forward once more. He could feel Hanzo’s gaze on him. “I know it is the way you were taught but it does not work each time.” Hanzo removed his hand from Liu’s shoulder and Liu could feel the immediate difference of the heated hand leaving his skin. Liu Kang held back a shiver.

“Focus on your surroundings. Focus on nature itself and allow it to guide you.” *How was Liu supposed to do that if that was what was overwhelming him in the first place?* Liu Kang took a deep breath, holding it in before puffing his cheeks and releasing it. Puffs of air came out and Liu Kang could hear Hanzo’s body shift.

The busy bodies outside of the garden seemed to grow louder the more the god tried to focus. He clenched his fists, which were on his knees. The bushes were shaking with the breeze and the birds were practically squawking—

“Try this,” Kuai Liang interrupted. Liu Kang opened his eyes, seeing the grandmaster thrust something in his direction. Liu Kang opened a fist and took the object from the other, older man.

Liu Kang looked at it closely. A flower. Burning red petals that gleamed in the sunlight. Liu Kang held it by the stem with easy fingers, trying to be careful to not squish it.

“How is this supposed to help?”

Kuai Liang looked at Liu with dark eyes. Liu thought his eyes were inviting, like a warm hearth after trekking in a snowstorm.

“Focus only on this flower,” Kuai Liang instructed. Liu Kang closed his eyes. “Feel the softness of it, focus on the smell and shape of the flower. Only on it. Nothing else matters right now.”

Liu Kang’s fingers trailed over the petals, rubbed against the stem. The fire god imagined the red, fiery petals and he inhaled. Sweet. He continued to caress the flower, envisioning the soft flora. With each detail he could feel along his fingers, Liu imagined a new part of the flower in his head. Liu Kang had no idea how long he was holding the flower, how long he was imagining the flora in his rough hands.

“Good job,” Hanzo praised. His voice caused Liu Kang to open his eyes. The flower in his hands burned to crisp as the fire for lost focus.

“Damnit,” Liu Kang griped. “I had it.”

“You did,” Hanzo mentioned with a small smile. Kuai Liang picked another flower and handed it to Liu Kang, who was flushed with emotion. “Now do it again.”

[rea-grimm]

Love doesn’t die 1

You and Cole Cassidy. Two well-known hunters who always work together. Almost always. Until a mysterious client asks for Cole alone. He accepts the mission, but something happens that turns their shared world upside down. You don't want to give up hope that your partner is still alive. But he is no longer among the living or the dead.

You and Cole were hunters of the supernatural that was causing havoc and killing people. You were hunting a demon that you tracked back to a village. 

You went to check in while Cole sat at the bar, pouring drink after drink. As the alcohol took its toll on him, a man with long silky hair tied in a ponytail sat on the stool next to him and ordered a sake. 

"Just don't tell my girlfriend about this," Cole muttered drunkenly after a few minutes of flirting with the man in question. 

Unfortunately for him, you'd just arrived at the bar and heard almost everything. You walked over to him and slapped the hand he was resting his head on. 

"Ow, what was that for?" Cole didn't understand. As you slapped his hand, he lost his balance and slammed into the table. 

"What do you think?" You replied with a question before turning to the stranger. "After you've had your fun, send him to room 9. I'd hate to have to search all over the village for him in the morning," you told him.

"I don't plan on having fun with him," the stranger replied, taken aback by the whole thing. You and Cole had the same reaction and both said at the same time, "No?" Hanzo, as you found out later shook his head and repeated no. 

"Darling, I need to be off. I'll be back later," Cole said after a moment, kissed you awkwardly on the cheek, grabbed a bottle of alcohol from the bar and left. 

"Typical," you shook your head and sat down in his chair. 

"What are two hunters doing in the middle of nowhere like this?" Hanzo asked you.

"The village hired us for a demon case," you explained.

"A demon?" He asked, and you could see him watching you warily. 

"Exactly, but we think it's something else," you replied, ordering your own drink. 

You chatted with him there for a moment longer before you said goodbye to Hanzo and headed to your room. You waited at the bar for Cole long enough. You suspected he'd forgotten himself somewhere, so you left him alone. You'll look for him in the morning. 

In the morning, you woke up alone in your room and the search for your partner began. You tried your luck at the bar, but he wasn't there. You kept looking when you ran into Hanzo. 

"Where's your partner?" he asked you.

"I'm looking for him right now. He didn't even come back yesterday. But knowing him, he's just sleeping off a hangover somewhere," you replied, just shrugging it off. 

At the pub, you asked around about Cole when you got lucky with the landlady. She saw him and even took you to see him. To your surprise, she led you to the barn where Cole was lying on the straw among the cattle. 

"Now watch," you whispered to Hanzo before taking a bucket of water and pouring it over Cole. He was instantly awake and looking around in surprise as he didn't understand what was happening at first. 

"What's wrong?" He asked when he finally noticed you putting the bucket aside. 

"What do you think?" You replied, letting him remember. 

Cole went to his room to wash up and get cleaned up after that. You, meanwhile, went to get some breakfast with Hank, who stayed with you. You both ordered food and drinks and ate in peace until he finally spoke.

"If you want, I could help you hunt," he offered. 

"Sorry, but we don't take civilians," you replied. It was one of your rules when you wanted to protect others. 

"I'm good with a bow. I could be useful," he didn't let on. You just shrugged at that. As much as you wanted to turn him down, he kept offering. In the end, you let him go, but at his own risk.

After Cole joined you, you went to inspect the latest victim. It was just as you thought. It wasn't the demon, it was the witch.

You tracked her to her hut deep in the woods. You got into a fight, during which you discovered that Hanzo was actually a demon. You were surprised by this, but it didn't stop you from fighting. At one point, things looked miserable for the demon, and you saved his life. 

Working together, you eventually overpowered the witch and collected the bounty, which you divided equally between the three of you.

Hanzo was a man of honour and stood by the fact that he owed you his life. And even when your paths diverged, you ran into each other at various times, and he helped you hunt now and then. 

After a while you got a job application, but there was one condition. The applicant only wanted Cole. It was a good job that would make you a lot of money in the future. 

You and Cole made a promise to meet at the same place in exactly one year when the job was finished. Before you said goodbye, Cole kissed you so you wouldn't forget him. 

Cole got to the place that was written in the contract. It was supposed to be a simple job to kill a witch. He even got a reward float in advance. Cole also had the perfect plan to get rid of her. 

He made it to her mansion, and everything went like clockwork. Maybe it was too easy. But he found out too late. A witch named Moira caught him by surprise and before he could shoot her, she stuck her hand in his chest and ripped his heart out. But even without such a vital organ, he was still alive. 

"What have you done to me!" he screamed at her. She only chuckled at his reaction before she cast a curse on him. 

Just as she cursed him, his hair turned white and his skin took on a grayish dead tinge, his eyes glowing green. He fell to the ground, unable to believe it had all ended like this.

"Now go. I'll call for you when I need you!" Moira commanded. Without another word, Cole got up and left. 

When it came to the day of your meeting, you waited there alone all night in vain. You even stayed there for the next two days but in futility. After the third day, you cried and left. 

You'd go in there every year hoping Cole would show up, but to no avail. You denied the fact that he was dead. You even traveled the country trying to find him. But it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. 

Part 2

[colemorrison]

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ɪ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʀᴀɪɴꜱ ɪᴛ ᴘᴏᴜʀꜱ..

Pairings : Jack Morrison/Cinder Arlux

Genre : Oneshot/Drabble

Warning’s : Mentions of a 30+ age gap, cause well Jack’s an old man.

Summary : "Let's train. You're lacking muscle."

"That's not a very nice thing to say old man."

Word Count : 620

A/n : My friend and her partner are so into Cinder, I’m so happy people like him ^^

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“You’re like a super soldier right?”

Cinder asked as his eyes slid over the other’s body, he didn’t expect such an older man to be wearing such tight shirts.

“Yeah?”

“So like… What can you do? Show me?”

“You’re hitting on me. I’m over 30yrs older than you.”

Cinder smiled, hands lacing in front of him, he wanted to eat the older man. Straddle his waist and devour whatever noise he could get him to make.

“So? I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions.”

“Adult or not, seems like you’re not making the right judgement calls.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know you’re curious.”

Jack stopped responding after that, he was curious, but the age gap made him suspicious, what if people found out and said things to Cinder.

“At least let me take you out.”

“Letting a much younger man take me out would look make me look bad.”

“We could go back to my room instead if you want.”

Cassidy's boots clicked against the ground, Cinder would notice that chuckle anywhere.

"Cinder! How are ya sugar?"

"Cass, I've missed you. I'm doing well, how are you? And Hanzo?"

"Ah well, we're doin' just fine, though if you still want to be our third, we'd be happy to have ya."

Soldier76 stood straigher, coming to stand next to Cinder.

"So about that date.."

"So now you wanna show me what that super soldier body can do?"

The older man smiled awkwardly hoping cass would get the hint, he hadn't done this whole dating thing in a long time. But the deeply rooted feeling of need when it came to Cinder said more than he was willing to admit aloud.

"Let's train. You're lacking muscle."

"That's not a very nice thing to say old man."

Jack sighed in annoyance, how was Cinder going to say he wanted to have sex with him and then call him old man?

"Do you want an excuse just to see me get sweaty? Cause I can get sweaty for you."

"Cinder."

He said it as if he was annoyed but that wouldn’t be farther from the truth, maybe this was just a ploy to see Cinder shirtless and sweaty or maybe he wanted to get sweaty himself and show off the muscle. He was only getting older, it wouldn’t hurt to see someone’s eyes fill with lust for him.

"So what am I training for?"

"Take me down."

"Yes sir."

The words came out so smoothly Jack thought maybe he would crumble. Cinder had practically drooled at the IDEA of taking this man down and showing him how it is to be cared for.

It was back and forth, both of them pinning the other down, though Cinder really didn't have the muscle, but he had the words, saying just the right things when Jack focused tho eventually Cinder got the older man down again and flopped next to him.

"You're a lot bigger up close."

"Do I look that small?"

"You're supposed to say you know what else is big and then flaunt your dick."

Cinder laughed at the shock on the other man's face.

"So.. You're a lot bigger up close."

Soldier paused before speaking, did he want to give Cinder the satisfaction?

"You.. Know what else is big..?"

"Oh?"

The white haired man sighed, his face darkening in embarrassment as he spoke.

"This dick."

Cinder's laughter lit up the room, Jack had a hard time focusing on anything else, the humidity and stink of sweat was nothing compared to the happiness in the other mans laugh. His hand caressed the side of Cinder's face, a gentle affection, he really was in love with this boy.

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[ki-pulse]

Corporate Espionage

-- a closed thread with @icecoldwilliams

                                               MARCH 2024                                       LOWER MANHATTAN                                             NEW YORK CITY    

    William has no talent for ninjutsu.

    Once upon a time, a man named Hattori Hanzo attempted to teach him. It seemed simple enough. Already a deft step from close combat in tight quarters, honing his tread to move as quickly and silently as a cat on rafter beams would serve no issue. But an awkwardness arose, one that neither man could initially resolve.

    Having spent the previous three years aboard a sailing ship, William's every motion compensated for the rise and fall of waves.

    Explaining the concept of sea legs versus land legs in broken Japanese to an increasingly bemused ninja eventually became too embarrassing to bear and he wrote the entire exercise off as a waste of time. What was the point of stealth when one had a strong sword arm?

    Had he known automatic rifles would be invented almost four hundred years later, William would have pushed himself a little harder to stick with it.

    The immortal leaves wet, red handprints on the sliding doors as he wrenches them open. The lab beyond is empty, but not for long. Reinforcements are on their way, delayed only by the deaths of the Zaibatsu soldiers already stationed. Not all of the blood splattering William's riot gear is his own.

    His wounds are a hindrance he can't afford. He rifles through a pouch at his waist. The crystal within is smaller than his palm, yet glows gold with a thousand sunsets. Adams spares it a glance, thinking not for the first time how a rock caused unmeasurable amounts of calamity. Unless he acts, it will cause much more.

    He crushes the shard of amrita to powder in his fist. It sinks into his skin, drifts into his lungs. Beneath his armor, his bullet holes begin to mend. He takes a deep breath. Now he can focus.

    But on what? The lab equipment is cutting edge, masses of machinery he couldn't hope to parse even if he wasn't pushing five hundred. He approaches an active monitor left abandoned by its operator when the alarms started flashing. He doesn't need much. Only information.

    The windows on the screen alone are beyond comprehension. He taps at keys he thinks will get him closer to his goal. A slot on the machine juts out; he slides it closed. Perhaps the lack of accompanying CD will prompt it to give him a clue.

    ...did they make CDs anymore?

    The screen abruptly cascades with telescoping ERROR messages that pile from top to bottom. The immortal frowns, presses more keys to no avail. Text boxes shimmer and stretch while the guts of the machine ramp into a high-pitched whine.

    That wasn't a CD slot, he realizes. This is a medical lab. That was some sort of sample tray and he left a bloody fingerprint right in the center. Blood tinged with fresh amrita.

    William takes a step back in case the machine explodes.

    Another window opens. Engulfing the entire screen and twitching with technicolor death throes, it remains stable enough to display smears of legible text and a picture of a woman. She has blond hair, blue eyes, and a smile that could freeze flame. Her name, the window says, is Nina.

    Who is she? Why is the machine showing her to him?

    "William." Saoirse emerges behind him, leans over his shoulder. Her eyes and feathers shine with brilliant gold. Her mind reaches for his and as they fold together like waves lapping at the shore, sudden understanding roots his feet to the ground and his stare to the screen. "She is kin."

                                                        - - -

    Adams has no talent for tradecraft either, but, sitting on a park bench two weeks later, can't help feeling a little James Bond.

    He has no idea if she will show. The message he left at the phone number he got from her file at the lab was intentionally cryptic: time, date, location, an invitation. If Nina is one of his descendants, he hopes the sheer mystery is enough incentive to meet him. He has no reason to doubt Saoirse. Her conviction has never led him astray.

    And so he waits, hoping sunglasses and the blue scarf around his neck adequately hides his excitement.

[summerwritesfics]

🏔️Caught Between Here And The Days Of It

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Bi-Han Length: 3272 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Dystopian AU, Unethical Experimentation, Escape, On The Run, Hurt/Comfort, Clones, Past Torture, Forced to hurt someone, Forced marriage, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con (More to confirm it didn't happen, nothing like that happens on screen it's just a quick reference), Creepy Whumper, Implied Onesided Shang Tsung (Honestly depends how you read into Shang Tsung Actions), Baby!Frost, Clone!Frost, Psychological Torture, Past Abduction au_challenge Bingo: Dystopia AU

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Notes: Head’s up, this one’s pretty dark even by my standards. But, dark with a lot of hope in it. The boys & Frost are gonna be okay :) Title is from The Light & The Glass by Coheed & Cambria

Bi-Han made sure to hold Kuai’s hand tightly as they ran across the train station platform. He could see the train they needed to get on, and he was damned if they’d miss it. Well, it was more that he didn’t want to think what would happen to them if they couldn’t get out of this town right the fuck now.

He reached the open train doors, jumping on and pulling Kuai along with him. He had just about managed to get Kuai inside before the door slid shut behind them. Sighing in relief, Bi-Han checked to make sure Frost was still swaddled in blankets in Kuai’s arm. He could just see her little face peaking out, blissfully asleep and unaware what was happening around her.

Gods, he dreaded the day she’d be capable of conscious thought, and she learnt of the true brutality of the world.

Bi-Han made eye contact with Kuai Liang. His little brother looked so tired, bags under his eyes and glazed over looking like he wasn’t really here. I’ll definitely take Frost from him for a bit, give the poor man time to get some proper sleep.

He began to lead the way into the carriage, finding a booth for them to settle in. Most of them were full, but there was one with a single passenger sitting inside. A stern looking man wearing a suit. It was possible that he was with someone, and the seats inside weren’t available, but it didn’t hurt to check.

“Excuse me,” Bi-Han asked as he opened the door, and the man's head snapped up to him. “Are these seats taken?”

The man glanced over to them, before replying “no.”

“Thank you,” Bi-Han whispered. Sure he hadn’t exactly invited them in, but he hadn’t dismissed them either.

Bi-Han stepped inside and Kuai gingerly followed. As they both took a seat, the train began to move, and Bi-Han looked out the window to watch them pulling away from the station. It was still a long way to safety, but at least they were one step closer.

Bi-Han went to take Frost from Kuai, only for Kuai to instinctively pull her away and hold her to his chest. He looked at Bi-Han with wide eyes like he didn’t understand why he’d acted that way. But Bi-Han understood.

How many times did they take her from him?

“Let me look after her,” Bi-Han softly offered, placing a hand on Kuai’s shoulder. He made note to not try to suddenly take her away from him again. “You need sleep.”

Kuai looked reluctant, but eventually loosened his grip on Frost, handing her over to Bi-Han. He was gentle with her, thankful for vague memories of Mother teaching him how to hold his new little brother. Even so, part of him felt like she was made of glass and the wrong movement would cause her to break in his arms.

He jumped when there was a strange crackling coming from the other man, and a fuzzy voice called “Hanzo? Come in Hanzo.”

The man opposite them groaned as he reached to his belt and pulled free a pocket radio of some kind. Oh no. That wasn’t good. Generally the only people who used those were with the Netherrealm Imperial Guard.

“What is it, Sir?” The man, presumably Hanzo, replied in an annoyed tone.

“I know you are currently on leave, but I need you to keep an eye out for a couple of wanted men.” Despite the distortion, Bi-Han realised this voice sounded suspiciously like General Quan Chi’s voice. Shit, shit, shit, shit… “We have reason to believe they’re heading the same direction you are, so it would be appreciated if you can let us know if you spot them.”

Hanzo gave a frustrated growl but replied with “sure. What am I looking for?”

“Two men. One in his mid-thirties and the other in his early twenties, travelling with a baby girl.” Bi-Han watched as Hanzo’s brow drew together, no doubt realising that he was sitting opposite people who filled that description. But it could have been a coincidence. “The elder man has long hair, most likely pulled into a low bun. The other has short hair, but a very noticeable scar on his face.”

Hanzo’s eyes flicked over to them, but more accurately, staring directly at the scar over Kuai Liang’s eye. Besides Bi-Han, Kuai Liang started to quake.

It was currently unspoken, but it was obvious Bi-Han and Kuai were the people they were looking for.

“May I ask why they are wanted?” Hanzo asked, still staring at the brothers, yet somehow seeming reluctant to drop them in it just yet. “Are they dangerous if I were to approach?”

“The elder man, maybe. I have no doubt he’s carrying an illegal weapon with him.” Bi-Han hissed. With Frost in his arms, he couldn’t reach for the gun hidden under his shirt. “The younger man shouldn’t be much of an obstacle.”

Bi-Han bit his tongue to argue that point. Kuai may have been weakened due to his treatment, but he’d still managed to stab one of the lab assistants in order to get away. What he lacked in brute strength, he made up for in intelligence and strategy.

“You didn’t tell me why they’re wanted,” Hanzo insisted, his eyes flicking between the brothers. “You sound rather desperate to capture them.”

“They are property of Shang Tsung.” How Bi-Han managed to keep his mouth shut, he didn’t know. He was glad he did, because when Hanzo’s face briefly dropped to a look of pity, Bi-Han thought he would have thrown up. “He’s rather eager to have them back.”

“I see,” Hanzo grumbled, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “I will let you know if I see them.”

He placed the radio back on his belt, and silence lingered between them all. The only sound was Frost starting to fuss in Bi-Han’s arms. Seeing her in distress, Kuai reached to take her once again, leaving Bi-Han empty handed.

“Why didn’t you turn us in?” Bi-Han asked, despite knowing it was confirmation they were indeed the people he was searching for. Hanzo would have already known it was them anyway.

There was no reply for a moment, before Hanzo finally muttered “because I know what Shang Tsung does to his property.”

Bi-Han quickly looked away. He didn’t like to think about it. And when he did, and the self pity came creeping in, he beat and chased it away by reminding himself he got off lightly. What Shang Tsung did to Kuai Liang on the other hand? The word monster isn’t enough.

“Who's baby is that?” Hanzo questioned, staring at the bundle in Kuai’s arms. “I’ve put together from how similar you look that you’re brothers. I just can’t figure out where the baby comes into it.”

Bi-Han shared a look with Kuai, both having a silent conversation on if they should divulge more. Eventually Bi-Han nodded. This guy could have sold them out instantly. He didn’t for some reason, even seemed to have some sympathy for them. Maybe that could work to their advantage.

“She’s mine,” Kuai finally said, coughing to clear his throat slightly. “They made her from me. So… She’s mine.”

“A clone?” Hanzo guessed, and while Kuai looked frustrated by the use of that word, he still nodded. Bi-Han couldn’t blame him, Shang Tsung and his minions always taunted Kuai for his bond with Frost. Telling him he was pathetic for caring about some lowly clone so much.

Like they hadn’t designed this entire situation for him to become attached to her.

Like they hadn’t banked on using that attachment to control him.

“When was the last time you fed her?” Hanzo asked, voice so very gentle it almost made Bi-Han uncomfortable. The brother’s were used to harsh tones and violence.

“Um, before coming on the train,” Kuai said, and Bi-Han nodded in confirmation. They’d both decided even if it meant they went hungry, they’d make sure Frost was fed.

“And the last time you two ate?” Hanzo asked, eyes flicking over to Bi-Han.

“A couple of days ago,” Bi-Han chimed in, glancing towards Kuai. It was a single sandwich shared between them. To be honest, Bi-Han would have done without, but Kuai was nothing if not stubborn, refusing to let his brothers “foolish pride”, as he put it, stop him from accepting the food.

Hanzo sighed, reaching into his pocket. Bi-Han tensed, half expecting him to pull out a weapon. Instead he pulled out a few gold coins that Bi-Han estimated to be worth somewhere around 50 Gold.

“There is a refreshment bar at the end of the carriage. Go buy yourself and your brother something to eat,” Hanzo instructed, holding the coins out to Kuai Liang.

Kuai looked at them like they were alien to him. He looked to Bi-Han desperately, realising that if he went, Bi-Han would be alone with this man. Really, that was a risk Bi-Han was willing to take. He’d much rather be harmed than Kuai Liang or Frost.

“It’s okay, go get something,” Bi-Han assured him, patting his shoulder. “Make sure to get me a coffee too. Black, no sugar.”

Kuai’s nose wrinkled in disgust, and Bi-Han chuckled fondly. Despite everything, parts of his beloved little brother still existed in there somewhere. Like his over the top disgust for coffee.

Regardless, Kuai didn’t voice his distaste for the beverage, instead taking the money offered and standing up. With the money in one hand, and Frost still in his other arm, Kuai took one last look between the two men, before turning to leave the booth.

“I want to ask some questions, but given how distressed your brother seems, I did not wish to upset him further,” Hanzo began once they were sure Kuai would be far enough away that he wouldn’t hear. Bi-Han should have probably thanked him, but kept silent instead. “You were subjects of Shang Tsung’s experiments, right?”

“Yes.” Bi-Han shifted on the spot slightly. “It was my fault. I was desperate for a job to help look after us both, and took the first thing that sounded good.” Looking back, he couldn’t believe how foolish he’d been. His father had always said if something sounded too good to be true, it probably was. Why didn’t I listen? “I guess they must have done research based on my application, realised it was just me and my brother, and thought no one would miss us if they took us both.”

And he supposed, given no one came looking for them in the 5 years they were trapped in that fucking facility, they had been right about that.

“What exactly led Shang Tsung to clone your brother?” Hanzo questioned, he looked particularly troubled by that. Bi-Han couldn’t blame him. It was the most fucked aspect of all this, in Bi-Han’s own opinion.

“You might be aware that when it comes to Shang Tsung’s experiments, he tends to be hands off, letting his assistants do the majority of the work,” Bi-Han began, watching as Hanzo nodded in understanding. “But when it came to Kuai Liang? He was veryhands on.”

Every time Bi-Han saw Shang Tsung’s hand lingering on Kuai’s shoulder, it made him want to run over there and punch him. He tried once, got himself locked in solitary confinement for a week. When he came back, Kuai had strange healing wounds all up his arms. He resisted the urges from that point on, if only to not make Kuai’s life more difficult.

“Frost was a recent addition, and a new way to control Kuai Liang. Shang Tsung set it up so that Kuai had to look after her, and of course he became attached, like she was his daughter.” Bi-Han still remembered when Kuai had come into the lunch hall, a tiny baby in his arms and begging Bi-Han for help because he didn’t know how to stop her crying. “And then whenever Shang Tsung did experiments, he dangled her safety in front of Kuai’s face to get him to comply easier.”

Bi-han was brought in for one particularly cruel experiment, and got to see first hand exactly how Shang Tsung used Frost as a tool. Bi-Han and Kuai were set in a room, with various weapons and torture devices. The test? To see which one of them could last the longest. The catch? They would take turns using one of the devices on each other. If one or both refused to participate? Then Shang Tsung heavily implied some unpleasant things would happen to Frost. Bi-Han could see how absolutely distraught it made Kuai, and he told Kuai not to hold back. Bi-Han could take anything thrown at him, especially if it kept Frost safe.

Unfortunately, Kuai couldn’t take quite as much as Bi-Han could, and he was the one who fell first. He fell unconscious after Bi-Han had used a taser on him. Shang Tsung had been satisfied with the results though, and gave Frost to Bi-Han to care for until Kuai woke up. That was when Bi-Han became bonded to her too, as his niece. He never let that show though, he didn’t need Shang Tsung using the girl against both of them.

“Why was he so fixated on your brother?” Hanzo asked, and honestly, it was the question Bi-Han had asked himself so many times.

What was it that made Kuai stand out to Shang Tsung? Why did his focus fall so squarely on the little brother? Bi-Han wished day in and day out that Shang Tsung had taken an interest in him instead. Spare poor Kuai Liang of the fucked up things he was put through. Kuai told him a lot of what was done to him, mostly weird fucked up experiments that Bi-Han questioned the point of. He could not understand what scientific purpose they could serve. Everything just sounded like different forms of torture.

The only real saving grace was that Kuai had assured him nothing sexual ever happened between them. Despite everything, he believed Kuai Liang when he said that. The only incident that really hinted at that being a possible motive was one particularly weird “experiment” Kuai told him about that involved Kuai being forced to try on various wedding dresses.

It was actually that experiment that made Bi-Han decide they needed to escape. Regardless of if it betrayed Shang Tsung’s true motives, or was just another form of humiliation and psychological torture. He did not want to stick around long enough to find out which it was.

“I don’t know for certain, but I suspect that he was attracted to my brother in some way.” He pursed his lips, wondering how much he wanted to divulge. Kuai had seemed particularly embarrassed and creeped out by that experiment. But it was the best evidence Bi-Han had to back up his suspicions. “I mean… I can’t come up with another explanation why he’d force my brother to try on wedding dresses.”

Hanzo winced at that, before under his breath growling “by the love of the fucking Elder Gods.” He gave Bi-Han a sympathetic look as he said “I suspected it would be something fucked up, but I wasn’t quite prepared for that.”

“You understand though, why we had to run?” Bi-Han asked hopefully. He didn’t bank on this man helping them, but maybe he could bargain with him. “Listen, I understand if you have to follow your orders. But… Please… Let my brother go. He doesn’t deserve any of this, and if Shang Tsung captures him again, I don’t want to think what he’d do to him.” Bi-Han placed a hand over his heart. “I will go with you quietly, just let Kuai Liang and Frost slip away.”

Hanzo regarded him for a moment, before closing his eyes. “Issue is, if I were to take you alone back, would your brother come after you?”

Bi-Han froze at that. Because Hanzo was right. Kuai Liang probably would come for him. And that just broke his heart.

Hanzo understood the answer from Bi-Han’s facial expressions alone, if the way he shifted in his seat was anything to go by.

“Where are the two of you heading?” Hanzo asked, almost sounding like he was coming up with some kind of plan.

“Earthrealm,” Bi-Han admitted, wondering just what was going on in Hanzo’s head. “We’ve been told they are likely to grant us asylum.”

“I know some people in Earthrealm. People who will definitely be able to aid you and your brother in settling down there,” Hanzo offered, and Bi-Han did a double take. Why does it sound like he’s offering to help us escape? “If you think you can trust me, I’ll take you to them.”

Bi-Han just about stopped breathing, just about managing to ask “why would you do that?”

“Because you do not deserve what Shang Tsung has done to you. Both of you.” Hanzo really emphasized the word ‘both’. Like he wanted Bi-Han to realise that Kuai Liang had not been the only one to suffer. “Because you are right, that if either of you are returned to him, he will become even crueler than he had previously been. Because you and your brother deserve to live.”

Bi-Han choked back a sob, he didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t understand how Hanzo could go so far for people he didn’t even know.

“But what about your job?” Bi-Han finally managed to croak out, feeling slightly pathetic how wrecked he was from the slightest bit of kindness. “Wouldn’t Quan Chi be pissed if he found out you’d helped us?”

“Probably,” Hanzo said with a shrug. “But he was going to be pissed when I got to Earthrealm and gave in my resignation anyway, so why not go the extra mile?”

Bi-Han actually gave a hiccup of a laugh. He supposed that explained why Hanzo didn’t care to give them away. He was going to quit anyway. Bi-Han supposed he and Kuai would help him do that with a bang.

“Thank you,” Bi-Han managed to get out, eternally grateful. He had no idea how he’d ever repay Hanzo for helping them. But he was certain once they were all safe in Earthrealm, he would find a way.

“I will get you and your brother to safety, I promise.”

At that moment, the door slid open, and Kuai Liang re-entered, Frost still in his arms, and a young attendant following behind him with a tray of food and drinks. She smiled at them as she placed the tray on the table, hoping they enjoyed the meal and then saying a rather sweet goodbye to little Frost.

Kuai sat down next to Bi-Han, looking at him with worry written across his face. No doubt because there were still tears gathering in Bi-Han’s eyes. Completely unaware they were tears of happiness and relief.

“Are you okay, brother?” Kuai asked, reaching to take his hand.

Bi-Han smiled, grabbing Kuai’s face and pulling it to his, resting their foreheads together. An act from their childhood, when Bi-Han used to soothe Kuai during bad nights.

“We’re going to be okay, Kuai Liang,” he assured him, holding his brother tightly and refusing to let go. How could he? They were finally going to be free. They were finally going to live without fear and pain. “We’re going to be safe.”

Kuai sniffed, before wrapping an arm around Bi-Han shoulder, and weeping into his brother’s arms. Bi-Han just held him, his own tears streaming down his cheeks.

Safety. It sounded so wonderful after everything they had been through.

[ateez-himari]

Hi bb!!!! Thank you for your precious time and let me tell you I'm literally so in love with your works and mimi💓💓

My dad is so hima dad coded cause even though I have two olders sisters and no brother I still get the princess treatment till this day and my mom is the exact same type as hima's mom like whenever she sees me she scolds me for eating too much so my stomach hurts but if I lose weight she also scolds me lol😅and believe me when I say all asian grandparents are the same it's funny somehow cause it's a stereotype but it's not wrong at all, the rice thing is so accurate I always end up eating the leftover rice🍚(this emoji is so cute I had to add it hehe😗)

I picture hanzo as that one brother who messes with his sister's bf and embarrasses her to the point where she has to physically get him out of her room(quite impossible due to their physical difference) and yoongi is the one who acts like he's joking but he actually means it and would kead mingi to a seperate room just to tell him that if he ever thinks of hurting his little sister hell do the unthinkable, and geum jae is like the second father lol(12 years is way too hard to adapt with espically adoption wise)

San and hanzo are a duo I didn't know I need cause damn them working out not one at a time but TOGETHER talk about body goals

But like it's so adorable to see a big age gap when geumjae is married rn and in a couple years she'll be an aunt, likeee I can picture her buying the cutest clothes for his baby and her and mingi would be starstruck with eachother while one of them is holding the baby likeebdhdjjdjd (I need parents mingri, new ship name alert) buttt it's actually so cute if you ever do it (not pressuring you, and if you ever rush any works I'll scold in the asian way so you know how to rest)love you tho bb and thanks for replying to my silly asks💓💓

And I won't say much but expect more mingri content coming😗😗

Hey sweets!! 🥰I'm so glad you like her so much, it genuinely makes me happy!!

Right?! Every time I see them they ask what I want to eat the second I walk through the door even if it's 10am and they worry about whether I've lost weight 😭Like no I'm just replacing it with muscle I'm not on the verge of dropping dead

Hanzo would definitely be a lot more outgoing, inviting everyone to play soccer with them - even tho he's literally a pro - and bringing up embarrassing anecdotes of his sister. Yoongi would be way more likely to just sit in one corner of the room and death stare Mingi after being told that the two were dating, because wdym she's not even 30 yet but she has a boyfriend ?? Geum Jae would just be confused as to why they're so protective about this because it's a good thing that their little baby is in love, especially with someone she's been around for so long (obviously he's still a little protective at first because he's known her since almost the day she was born)

Hanzo is probably the reason behind San deciding to build more muscle, he saw this man and was just star struck 😭They most certainly uploaded a workout vlog on his channel while Hima was embarrassed because everyone was seeing her older brother shirtless (she got an influx of marriage proposals for him even tho he was already engaged at the time)

I think when it comes to wanting children she's definitely a little more hesitant than Mingi simply because of how she was raised - so she doesn't know if she'll be a good mother - but seeing him holding a baby or interacting with children makes her soooo soft. Despite her fear she's a natural with children and just seeing her with Haneul makes Mingi extremely sick with baby fever 🤭 (It's so funny when I type out the family's names cuz there's so many Hs)

I love your silly asks! Don't worry I'll take good care of myself especially with midterms currently on my ass and my job starting 3 days from now 😭❤️Love you Mina, and you take good care too!! 😘 (I'll keep an eye out for that content!)

[garfieldd-o]

More info dump about my mortal kombat au. Idk if it's considered an au. Its my own version of mk tbh.

I added my Ocs Casey and Garfield to it. 🌟

Johnny actually started Cage Con with the help of his lil sibling Garfield. So it's a combined thing of Johnny's mortal kombat and his lil siblings cartoon series.

Johnny's older brother still exists. I named his older brother Sam for right now. They never really have confirmed his name. I may name his parents too. Idk.

Kung Lao doesn't die. Unlike MAJORITY OF MK STUFF.

I make it so Bi-han and Tomas semi get along. Like it takes time.

I really am making a Bi-han redemption Arc. It's gonna be slowish. Mainly because I feel like Kuai Lang and Tomas may forgive him faster than, for example, Liu Kang, who just wants a good timeline but now maybe more wearie with Bi-han.

I will be making Jax and Sonya Lore. I know Jax has some Lore rn. But not much. I wanna add more to his character than being Sonyas' friend.

I am gonna keep character flaws, though. Even though I wanna make a bi-han redemption Arc for example. I still will keep him like he is in a way. But have him more open with people he cares for. Example with people like Kuai Lang, Tomas and Garfield (My oc).

Another random thing I added is Tomas was originally raised by a single mom before the whole. YA KNOW.

I'm iffy on giving Hanzo a kid. Cause I know he cannonly has a kid before all that stuff. But imagine the kombat kids with hanzo kid in the group. [Yes, I know takenda exists and is basically kinda his son in a way in mkx.] I think his kids name was Satoshi.

I'm gonna have Johnny's origin story of his powers be similar to the last timeline in a way. His dad was in Shinnoks cult. That's how Johnny and Garfield get there powers. The mom didn't know about this-

I made a dumb thing of Johnny cannot cook. I dont know why. But I don't trust that man to cook.

Johnny and Garfield Angst. I WANNA MAKE IT.

Dumb stuff about them.

Garfield normally cooks too much food and gives it to either Johnny or Kung Lao.

100% argued when Johnny found out Garfield got powers before him.

They actually are very close to each other. Like overly overprotective of one another.

When Johnny told Garfield, he got a divorce. Garfield 100% said, "Welcome to the divorced club."

[nightmarerodent]

Satoshi Lives AU Snippet for @running-with-the-feels

Just a little something I whipped up for @running-with-the-feels with their AU where Hanzo's son was taken by the Lin Kuei instead of being killed and it now out for revenge because he thinks his father replaced and forgot about him. Enjoy:

Satoshi watched from his hidden perch amongst the trees as the Special Forces team approached their transport, talking amongst themselves, completely unaware of his presence. Sloppy, he thought, eyeing the object of his malic as he cracked some joke that had the archer rolling his eyes and his dark skinned companion laughing and kissing his cheek. He gritted his teeth. He did not know the man’s name. He did not care to know this pretender’s name. He wore colors he had no right to wear, stood where he had no right to stand; and hurting him, killing him, would hurt his father. And really, that was all that truly mattered. Serves him right for replacing his son. For replacing him. He raised his crossbow and aimed for the back of his head. His guard was down, their leader already in the transport. An easy kill. A death befitting this embarrassment of a Chujin.

Just as he pulled the trigger to let the bolt loose, the Shirai Ryu’s stance shifted to one of alert. He grabbed his companion and brought her to the ground with him, shielding her as the bolt whizzed past them and embedded itself into the dirt. A hairline miss. Satoshi hissed. How?

“Takeda!” the Shaolin ran to his friend’s aid, drawing his bow and readying an arrow.

His target whipped around and scanned the treeline, eyes immediately locking onto Satoshi’s, “Treeline! One o’ clock high!” he called out and the archer aimed and fired.

Satoshi cursed as he leapt from his perch, the arrow just missing him. He drew his sword and charged. So a fight it was. Even with four against one the odds were still in his favor. He will kill this man. He will kill him, send his head to his father, and then kill him too. Satoshi will have his revenge! At any cost! If these fools wanted to get in the way, he'd kill them too.

He brought the sword down at an ark forcing Takeda to dodge. His lady friend landed a punch to the side of Satoshi’s head, forcing his attention onto her. He blocked another of her punches, grabbing her arm and tossing her aside with a grunt. The Shaolin was next, another arrow whizzing past him as the monk closed in. He dodged several swings of Satoshi’s blade before one got too close, grazing him on the cheek. It was enough of a distraction for Satoshi to land a solid roundhouse kick to the side of the man’s head, stunning him and bringing him to the ground. A bang rang through the air as the blond now returned from inside the transport, firing her gun at him but missing by an inch. Satoshi returned the favor by unclipping his light crossbow and single handedly firing another bolt her way, causing her to have to take cover. The other woman and Takeda were now back. She landed an elbow onto his outstretched arm, causing him to drop the crossbow entirely as Takeda, his true target, kicked him in his chest, forcing him back.

“Who are you? Why me, specifically?” Takeda demanded but Satoshi only drew his second blade as a response, ignoring the sudden itch in the back of his skull.

“Alright, so we’re doing this,” Takeda took a stance next to his girlfriend, a series of small clicks as the end of one of his metal whips hit the ground and the hidden blades sprung out.

“You got anything?” Jacqui asked, her gauntlets charging up.

“Just that he hates me,” Takeda responded, “Give me a sec.”

“I’ll try to buy you time.”

“Elsa picked a hell of a day to be out sick.”

Satoshi charged again, sparks flying as he parried the incoming whiplash with one of his blades, the other swinging out to slash the two combatants. Jacqui blocked it with one of her gauntlets and threw an energy charged punch with the other. He toughed it out, going for a kick to her stomach but his leg was caught by another’s hand reaching out and grabbing his ankle.

“Come here!” Takeda yanked him over to him and as Satoshi brought one of his swords down at an ark, Takeda’s other grabbed him by the wrist and stopped him.

Satoshi tried to bring his other sword down upon Takeda but he released his ankle and caught his other wrist too. The two were in a deadlock, Satoshi trying to strike his target and Takeda trying to keep him in place. The itch in the back of his skull was a dull pain now, spreading through his brain. 

Their eyes locked once more. Burning hatred met sheer determination. Satoshi recalled the few times he had spied on the Shirai Ryu compound during the early stages of his investigation. He had watched this man train with the other Chujin, watched as the grandmaster came out to observe, the realization of who he was, him putting a hand on this kid’s shoulder, calling him Son. Looking at him now, being in this deadlock; it only pissed him off more. Something flashed across his opponent’s eyes. Confusion? Pity? Then he uttered the one thing that could really set Satoshi off.

“Otou-San?”

Satoshi headbutted him, causing Takeda to reel back. The dark skinned woman made to grab him, the blond was rushing him too. Before they could, Satoshi dropped a smoke bomb, filling the air and their lungs with soot.

When the coughing fits ceased and the air finally cleared their assailant was no longer there, leaving the team bruised and very confused. Cassie helped Kung Jin off the ground and checked him over. The cut on his cheek was superficial but the kick he took to the head did leave him with a concussion. Takeda eyed the crossbow that was left behind, noting the dragonfly engraved in its handle. He caught a glimpse of the white hot hatred this unknown assassin had for him and his master but its origin still eluded him. Once they got back to base he was heading for the Shirai Ryu. Master Hanzo needed to know of this new threat and the grudge that they apparently had against them.

Meanwhile Satoshi ran as fast as he could from the scene, angry tears blurred his vision. Seeing it from afar was one thing, but having it confirmed right to his face was another. He did not know how the kid was able to read into his mind like that and he did not care, his instinct was to call his father dad. His father replaced him, and this Takeda person was more than happy to stand where he once stood. He didn’t even bother to look for him, just fill the role with the next child that came along. He’ll pay. They both will. He will kill Takeda, bring his body before his father, and kill him too. It’s what he deserves for abandoning and replacing his real son.

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Morning!

Opening Tumblr with my eyes closed cause so far I have only watched HALF of the story mode and I'll probably (hopefully) I'll only finish it later today or tomorrow, so basically I'll be gone for a couple days!

But regarding what I already saw:

The story mode was actually (so far) much much better than I expected and I'm sure you guys remember how skeptical I was to Scorpion!Kuai, well

HE IS A GEM!

I loved him dearly and his chapter! He is quite an amazing scorpion and after spending some time with him he doesn't even feel out of place anymore!

He's so honourable, sweet, gentle! The way he avoids unnecessary conflicts is very suiting of him!

I definitely bought his character!

And you can expect some Scorpion!Kuai X King of Netherrealm Hanzo content from me!

Now regarding Bi-Han...

I won't say I hated his character (yet). On the contraire actually.

Till roughly the end of his chapter I was actually vibbing with him!

His frustrations were understandable and to be fair quite entertaining! His constant face of contempt and boredom were pretty fun to watch (and I'll dare say I freaking called it! Man was just bored)

However he did get corrupted FAR TOO EASILY and honestly the whole story with their father felt... really forced.

It felt like a desperate attempt to make his corruption believable. To say "Oh see, this guy made some bad bad things, it makes sense him going rogue!"

When really uh... no???

Remove this whole "I let father die" thing from the story and what do you have? You have NOTHING to justify his corruption!

His boredom doesn't justify it, if anything it makes it more plausible for him to stay on the good guys side!

He is not hungry for power, he is hungry for COMBAT!

He wants to fight! He wants an enemy He can beat and hear the songs that will be sang about that battle!

Honestly, SONGS???

Bro wants to be Hércules or some other legendary hero! Who's name will be remembered from ages to come!

You think this guy will pass the opportunity to beat an army of undead?? Save a whole realm and be remembered as such??

This guy???

Yeah right...

You can DEFINITELY expect a WHOLE LOT of Bi-Han redemption/good brother Bi-Han content from me (more than you already get from me)

I stopped watching just as Scorpion's Chapter finished, so I don't know what will be of Bi-Han. I'll be making other posts with all my impressions as soon as I've finished the Story Mode!

I knew I was right in update the bio! :')