#Scorpion Breath

[huntingrays]

headcanon: whenever annabeth and leo work together on a project, they like to have on a documentary in the background. since leo hates the quiet and they can’t ever agree on what songs they should listen to, so they settle for documentaries instead of music. early on, they ran into some snags with this plan, since annabeth preferred ocean related documentaries while leo preferred space ones. in the end, they reached a middle ground and settled for animal documentaries. now, whenever the two of them see frank, they always rattle of animal fun facts to him because “he may need them someday” (and they’re very shocked when the shape shifter doesn’t know the random fun fact they have)

[rataccatak]

I'm literally about to motherfucking drop dead at kuai liang's stupid beauty

[scorpion-flower]

Also, while we're on the topic of my parents being human turds:

Last year, I worked at a school (hey, preschool teacher here!) and when that year was over (you have no idea how difficult it was, lol) I didn't want all those group projects that I had made with the kids to be thrown out, so I took them with me inside a huge plastic bag.

Now, there is no way of really showing this to you, but my room is a mess. And it is this way because I have too many stuff (such as clothes, books, funko pops) while the room is not that big. And to be honest, I don't want to throw anything away. So, as you can guess, that plastic bag didn't help.

So, my boyfriend suggested, that he could take that bag and keep it at his home, since they have extra room, and I said 'sure'. He didn't do it tho.

And here's where my stupid parents come into the story!

They already don't like him (lol, it's not because of anything that he has done, I believe that they would like him only if he was filthy rich and beat me up like they used to) so they use his suggestion and his failure to deliver, as a way to both diminish him and me, because I continue this relationship.

Mind you, these are the same people who have promised me a lot of stuff and always failed to deliver.

I still remember being 3 or 4, watching commercials about Disneyland in Paris on TV and them promising me that they would take me there when I'd finish elementary school. Guess what, I am 29, 17 years out of elementary school and still, I've never been there!

And I remember, being like 18 or 19, and them telling me that they'd search for a small appartment for me to rent, in order for me to start being more independent, and even said that they'd help me with the bills. Did that happen? Of course not! Back then, I also had a therapist who, when I told her what my parents said about renting me an appartment, replied with a "They won't do it, it's all a lie" And she was right!

They even repeated that promise when I was 26, I flat out told them that I don't believe them, and I was right!

It's not like I expect them to do big things for me. They cannot even have basic human decency. It's the lack of self awareness and the gashlighting that gets me everytime tho!

[summerwritesfics]

🦄When The First Breath Of Winter Through The Flowers Is Icing, Chapter 1 - Hanzo’s Unicorn

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 7167 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Unicorn AU, Fantasy AU, King!Hanzo Hasashi, Unicorn!Kuai Liang, War, Canon-Typical Violence, Broken Bones, Blood and Injury, Hunted To Extinction, Last Of Their Kind, Murder, Rated Explicit for future smut (none in this chapter tho I guess)

When The First Breath Of Winter Through The Flowers Is Icing Masterlist

Notes: Alright this has been sitting in my done pile for like… 2 years so it’s about time I pushed it out XD I tried to make Kuai’s speech a bit stunted and strange sounding on purpose, with commas in places he doesn’t need them and weird wording of things, idk if I succeeded. His struggle with language isn’t so much words themselves, he’s got a pretty good vocabulary, it’s more he struggles with having to think about what he’s saying as he’s saying it. I hope that makes sense in context of the fic TT_TT I intend eventually to do another couple of chapters, but given like I said this has been sitting around for 2 years idk when exactly i’ll get around to it so uh… Don’t get your hopes up lol. Title is from The Last Unicorn by America, and I also use the lyrics in the fic itself :)

The twigs and leaves crushed under Hanzo's feet as he ran through the forest. Ahead, he could just about see his target, struggling to flee. They were completely unaware that they were about to run into a trap.

He'd planned this for days. This was his chance to prove he could grow to be a good king. Father had given him the task of hunting down a magical creature, and Hanzo had seen a small herd of unicorns in the forests surrounding the city. This one was the smallest, the most eager to be separate from their herd, making them an easy target to hunt.

He'd almost messed up already. His intention had been to sneak up and slit the creature's throat, but he had slipped and instead only sliced the unicorn's one eye. The unicorn had run, but thankfully Hanzo had a backup plan, all he had to do was make sure he guided the unicorn to the right spot.

A loud snap and a whinny told him he'd succeeded.

As he caught up, he surveyed his work with pride. The unicorn lay on the floor, their legs tangled in chains, silvery blue blood seeping from the wound across their eye. They seemed dazed, lifting their head to see what had happened to them. When they noticed the bindings, they began to struggle, horn glowing as they summoned ice in an attempt to break free. Hanzo had taken the possibility of magic into account, and had enchanted his chains. The unicorn made distressed sounds, likely calling for their herd to come and help them.

Their head snapped to him and the struggling stopped as Hanzo approached, sword raised, ready to thrust through the unicorn's heart. The unicorn's ears lowered, their eyes wide. Hanzo felt himself pause, a horrific realisation coming when he could see the unicorn quake.

The Unicorn was afraid of him.

Not just the panic a regular animal would have. He could see genuine terror in the creature's eyes. Like it understood complex emotions.

That shouldn't matter right? They were just an animal, no different from hunting a deer for food. Except he wasn't hunting this unicorn for food, he wasn't even hunting them for their blood, said to give the drinker immortality. He was hunting them to make himself seem more of a man, ready to take over a country.

For his own selfish gains, he was willing to kill this innocent creature.

He brought the sword down.

It made a noise as it pierced the dirt, inches away from the unicorn.

How can I ever justify killing this unicorn? He felt his legs give way and he dropped to the floor, closing his eyes and bowing his head. If this is what it takes to make me a king, I do not want the crown. He reopened his eyes, looking towards the unicorn. They were staring at him wide eyed, ears flicked upwards. They tilted their head, as if waiting for an explanation.

“I'm sorry,” he spoke to them gently, reaching for the chains. The unicorn began to struggle again. “Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you anymore.” The unicorn stilled, their ears down again and clearly still uneasy. Like they had understood what Hanzo had said to them.

He managed to reach the chains, untangling them from the unicorn's legs. The second he had freed them, they jumped to their feet and shook themself off. Hanzo stayed on his knees as the unicorn turned to him, looking down at him suspiciously.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked them, and the unicorn snorted. “Go!” The unicorn stayed, although they did lift their head when they heard shouting in the distance. Hanzo knew it was his father and his men. “You need to go before they get here! They will make me finish you, don't you understand?” He made a gesture with his hands, trying to shoo the unicorn away.

The unicorn continued to stare at him, before they bowed their head at him. Another shout caught their attention, and they seemed to decide to not push their luck any further. Hanzo watched as the unicorn fled.

“Hanzo,” he heard his fathers voice cry. Hanzo dared not look at him, he couldn't stand to see his father's disappointment. “Hanzo, what happened? Where is the unicorn?”

“I'm sorry Father,” he all but whispered, shame burying itself deep within. “I just couldn't do it. That unicorn. It was just an innocent creature. I couldn't kill a being so carelessly without reason.”

He felt his father place a hand on his shoulder, and despite his reservations, he chanced a look at his father. He felt his guilt disappear when all he saw on his fathers face was pride.

“You have passed your test, my son.”

“What?” Hanzo questioned, shaking his head as he struggled to his feet. “But, I didn't kill a magical creature! I let the unicorn escape! I-”

“Showed mercy to an innocent,” his father explained. “You put aside your own ambitions, and put another's life ahead of yours.” Both of his fathers hands were on Hanzo's shoulders. “That is the mark of a good king.”

“You mean... the test wasn't if I would kill the creature for my own gain, but if I would spare it while sacrificing my ambition?” His father grinned and nodded. “That... is an awful test!”

“Maybe, but it is one you passed, just as I knew you would.” Hanzo felt a lump in his throat, eyes stinging. Yes he was angry that he had been deceived, but knowing he had made the right choice? Knowing his father knew he would make that right choice? God, that was worth the anger. “You will make an excellent king, Hanzo Hasashi.”

“Thank you Father,” Hanzo managed to choke out, barely keeping himself together.

“Now come! We must celebrate this milestone!” His father slapped his back and began to guide Hanzo back through the forest.

Hanzo glanced over his shoulder once. In the distance, he was surprised to see the unicorn, standing still and watching him go. He turned to face forward, unsure what that meant for him.

That was not the last time he saw the unicorn, as he had believed it would.

On the day of his father's funeral, he spotted a unicorn, just standing and watching from atop the kingdom's walls. He thought it a hallucination initially, but then others confirmed they could see a unicorn too. He then believed they were a different unicorn, until he realised it had a silvery blue scar over the eye Hanzo had injured. The unicorn didn't approach him, and he did not approach them.

The next time he saw the unicorn was the day of his coronation. They were inside the walls of the city now, but still stood off to the sidelines, hidden in the foliage. When he spotted them, they bowed, ears low. Hanzo could do nothing but nod his head in acknowledgement.

Then, he met Harumi. She was the daughter of one of the kingdom's generals, and the second Hanzo set eyes upon her, he was taken by her beauty. As they spoke, and grew to know each other, Hanzo found her beauty wasn't just outward. It took only 6 months of courting for him to know she was the one he wanted to spend his life with, and she accepted his proposal. Their wedding wasn't a huge affair, but the kingdom's denizens did want to give their well wishes to the newlyweds. As the king and his new queen greeted their subjects, Hanzo saw the unicorn once more. They pranced and reared, like they were celebrating Hanzo's happiness with him.

It was only 6 months later that Harumi gave Hanzo the best news since she had agreed to marry him. She was pregnant. He wasn't so proud as to deny that he had burst into tears of joy. 9 months later, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. His name was Satoshi, he had Hanzo's nose, his grandfather’s eyebrows and Harumi's eyes. Hanzo wished his father could be there to meet his grandson. It was when they were introducing Satoshi to the kingdom's citizens when Hanzo saw the unicorn again. They tilted their head one way, then the other, like Satoshi was a puzzle they were trying to solve. Hanzo couldn't help himself, grabbed Satoshi's wrist and gently made him wave. The unicorn jumped, like it was startled, but Hanzo swore in the distance he could hear a soft giggling.

4 years later, everything fell apart.

The kingdom was stormed. Hanzo had seen no warnings of an incoming attack. He had rallied his armies, saved as many of his subjects as he could. It was not enough, and at least 60% of his people succumbed to the attack. And then the news came to him.

Harumi and Satoshi were lying in his quarters, dead and covered in blood.

Hanzo had failed. He had failed his people. He had failed his wife. He had failed his son. He had failed his father.

He would never forgive himself for this.

Those that remained, proceeded with trying to rebuild, and Hanzo tried to stay strong for them. He was there to bury every last person who died. When it came to Harumi and Satoshi, Hanzo could hardly keep himself together. His people tried to comfort him, but nothing could console him.

One night, while he was at their grave, mourning, he looked up, and on the edges of the cemetery, stood that same unicorn that had shadowed him the last 5 years of his life. Their ears were low, head down, like they too were paying their respects. He had heard rumours amongst his people that an orphanage had been saved from attack by a unicorn. Still, all Hanzo could do was bow to acknowledge the unicorn’s efforts.

The next day, when he went to visit Harumi and Satoshi's grave, he found a small collection of flowers made from ice.

He wasn't ashamed by how he cried at the gesture.

But that was the last time he saw the unicorn. Soon after, word reached him that unicorns were considered extinct. They had always been hunted, drinking their blood was said to cause immortality though if it did or not was debatable. 

The unicorn went extinct because of the greed of so-called sophisticated beings.

He knew his unicorn must have been killed, and it made him feel cold inside. He'd lost almost everything, in only a matter of months.

But he knew that Harumi would not want him to spend his days in mourning, he knew he wanted to build a kingdom that would have been good for his son, and he knew he had to honour the unicorn's sacrifice by making sure the orphans they saved grew to have good lives.

He would honour all he'd lost, and he'd rebuild a world they would all be proud of.

10 years passed, and Hanzo was still rebuilding, although his kingdom was in a much better place than before. The people who survived had done everything they could to help, and he couldn't ask for better subjects to rule. He did everything he could to make their healing his priority.

War had broken out amongst other neighbouring kingdoms, leaving many displaced and desperate for a new place to call home. Hanzo opened his walls to these people, taking in as many refugees as he could and helping them to settle. He knew all too well the pain of losing everything, and how he wished there had been a kind hand to guide his way. He only hoped that he could do right by these people.

That was why he was currently at a small section of the gates. A small travelling group of refugees had heard of the king of the Shirai Ryu's kindness and had travelled miles to seek his mercy. It was mostly mothers and their children, but a few men mingled between them. He couldn't turn away people so desperate. He needed time to assign everyone a new home, but for the time being, he could accept people within his own castle.

He met each one, going through their paperwork, learning their names and getting their stories. One woman's husband was killed in front of her children, the poor little ones looked on with dead eyes and it pained Hanzo to see. Another man watched as his adult son was killed, and all he could do was grab his young daughter and run. A brother and his two sisters made it out just before their house burnt to the ground. So much senseless violence, so many families broken and for what? A few inches of land. It was disgusting.

Then he came to a man that immediately caught his interest. He was short, somehow looking dainty even when Hanzo could see muscular biceps. He had short black hair and a trim beard, and a large scar across one side of his face. His ears were pointed, clearly either an elf or half elf. But most striking were his eyes. They were a light icy blue, and his pupils were white and in the shape of diamonds. Hanzo had never seen anything like it.

And yet, for some reason, they were so familiar to him.

“Welcome,” Hanzo greeted, putting aside the nagging feeling. “I am King Hasashi, welcome to the Shirai Ryu. What is your name?”

The man stared at him. Just stared. Didn't even try to reply. Hanzo continued to look at him expectantly, until one of the guards coughed to get his attention.

“My apologies your Majesty, we should have warned you, but we don't think he's able to speak, he hasn't said a word since he got here.” The guard handed the man's paperwork to Hanzo. “He managed to write his name however, it's Kuai Liang.”

It wasn't unusual for refugees who had been through something particularly traumatic to refuse to speak at first, which was the purpose of the paperwork. Indeed on the paper, the man's name was written as Kuai Liang, but that was about all there was. No place of origin, no race, Kuai Liang was labelled as a first name and no family name was provided, not even gender was filled out. Hanzo frowned and then stared at the man.

Those eyes were striking. Where have I seen them before?

“Kuai Liang?” He questioned, and Kuai blinked in response. “Have we met before? You seem familiar to me.”

Kuai looked him up and down, before shrugging. Hanzo wasn't sure if that was a “maybe” or an “I don't know”. He sighed, maybe eventually the man would be willing to speak, but it would take some work to build trust. He was prepared to do that.

“You do not have to be afraid any longer, Kuai Liang, you are safe here. We will look after you,” he softly informed him. He wasn't sure if his words got through, but when Kuai smiled he knew he'd at least done something right.

Kuai moved aside to join the others in the group, and Hanzo turned to see the last person. Only he was met with a very familiar face.

“Kenshi? What are you doing here?” Hanzo questioned, watching as his old friend approached, a small boy clinging to his leg.

“I am sorry to come at short notice, Hanzo, but I have a request for you.” Kenshi placed a hand on the boy's head. “I need you to take in my son.”

“You don't have a son,” Hanzo stated, staring down at the boy who was trying desperately to not look at anyone.

“Turns out, I do,” Kenshi replied, trying to pry the boy off his leg while a guard passed Hanzo the boy's paperwork. “His name is Takeda.”

Indeed, written on the paper was Takahashi Takeda, only 6 years old. Hanzo looked back to his friend, still trying to get the boy off his leg. Sighing, Hanzo passed the papers back to his guard and going to grab Takeda. He put up a struggle, but Hanzo managed to bundle him in his arms.

“You know with what I do for a living, I cannot take him with me,” Kenshi explained, as Takeda continued to silently battle Hanzo's grasp. He hated to admit the kid had a mean kick. “I know you will take good care of him.”

“Kenshi,” Hanzo warned in a low tone. If Kenshi left Takeda here, the boy would resent him for the rest of his life, even if Hanzo did fill the role of father for him.

“Please, my friend,” Kenshi continued, “I know he will hate me for this, but it will keep him safe.”

Hanzo considered that. Kenshi was practically a mercenary, he had many enemies who wouldn't hesitate to harm a child. In the end he understood, even if he knew this was a sort of trauma that Takeda would carry forever.

“I will care for him like he is my own,” he finally agreed, feeling the boy still in his arms. He could hear Takeda softly sobbing.

“Thank you Hanzo, I will one day repay you for this.” Kenshi bowed before going to address his son. “Goodbye Takeda, I hope one day you will see this is for the best.”

“No,” the child wailed, “no, please don't leave me!”

Hanzo had to adjust his grip, as Takeda's struggle was renewed. Kenshi, to his credit, did give a look of regret, before he turned and went to leave. Takeda continued to call out, his voice breaking while he begged his father to come back. There was nothing Hanzo could do nothing, he knew there was nothing he could do or say to soothe the poor child. Kenshi disappeared from view, not looking back.

Hanzo felt a hand on his shoulder, expecting it to be either one of his guards or one of the mothers who wished to lend a hand with the distressed child. When he turned to find those blue eyes looking up at him, he felt himself falter.

Kuai Liang moved so he stood in front of them. To Hanzo's surprise, Takeda stopped thrashing, although he was still hiccuping from the force of his tears. Kuai reached a hand forward, resting it on Takeda's cheek and brushing away a tear that was falling.

To Hanzo's surprise, Takeda calmed. His eyes were fixed on Kuai, who just smiled gently, stroking Takeda's cheek. Reaching a little hand forward, he went to touch Kuai's hand. It was like a silent conversation was going on between them, one that for some reason was enough to soothe Takeda's fears.

Eventually Takeda looked up at Hanzo, brown eyes still filled with tears. He sighed, and held the child close to him.

“I'm sorry Takeda, I know this is a dire situation,” he said as he patted Takeda's head. “But you are here now, and I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure you are cared for. If you let me?”

Takeda sniffed and eventually nodded. Hanzo let out a breath, this would not be an easy task, but it was one he was willing to take on. His eyes flicked to Kuai Liang, who was watching them both with a tilted head. Something about the action once again felt like a distant memory, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

“Thank you,” he said, trying to desperately remember. Where had he seen those eyes before? Who was this man who Hanzo felt he knew?

Kuai bowed in response, before going to rejoin the other refugees. Hanzo didn't know what else to say at that moment. So he just sighed, adjusted Takeda to hold him more comfortably. He gave the order for everyone to follow him to the castle, where he could begin to assign people rooms until more permanent accommodations could be offered.

Takeda was a very clingy child.

Hanzo supposed he couldn't blame him. He had been abandoned by his father, and Hanzo still hadn't managed to figure out what happened to his mother. Given that Takeda got quiet whenever the topic was brought up, he could only assume it was not a natural or peaceful death. Poor child, he did not deserve this.

It had been a little rocky to begin with, but it took only a couple of days for Takeda to become glued to his side. He got distressed whenever he wasn't in the same room as Hanzo. While Hanzo definitely needed to work on soothing that anxiety, for now it didn't hurt to let the child sit with him while he did paper work. Granted it resulted in a lot of questions about what he was doing, why he was doing it, when he would be done doing it, but he didn't mind that.

The only other person who Takeda didn't fuss over being left alone with was Kuai Liang. Takeda would talk and talk at the man, who despite being silent as the day they met, seemed to pay close attention to what he was being told. It was strange, but useful. If Hanzo had to go somewhere and he couldn't bring Takeda along with him, he would seek out Kuai Liang, leaving the child in his hands. Kuai didn't seem to mind, despite his silence, he appeared to have taken a shine to Takeda.

Hanzo had just returned from a patrol of the kingdom's borders, making sure there were no holes in their defences should the war raging around them spiral towards his territory. He had left Takeda in Kuai's care, and it was growing late, so it was about time they all went to bed.

He walked the palace halls, trying to find his ward. He could hear something, a voice from somewhere in the courtyard.

“When the last eagle flies, over the last crumbling mountain.”

Hanzo felt a strange sensation creeping down his back. He did not recognise that voice. It was masculine, yet somehow soft and airy. Whoever this was could sing beautifully.

“And the last lion roars, at the last dusty fountain.”

He slowly approached the courtyard, reaching for his kunai should the need to fight arise.

“In the shadow of the forest, though she may be old and worn.”

He reached the doorway to the courtyard, carefully poking his head through the archway. His jaw almost dropped at what he saw. The voice was unfamiliar, but its owner wasn't.

“They will stare unbelieving, at the last unicorn.”

Sitting next to the cherry blossom tree was Kuai Liang with Takeda sitting in his lap. Takeda looked like he was trying his best to stay awake, while Kuai sung his lullaby.

“When the first breath of winter, through the flowers is icing.”

Hanzo put away his kunai, but didn't show himself. Kuai had not seen him, and he feared that if he did, he would stop singing and return to his silence.

“And you look to the north, and the pale moon is rising.”

He looked ethereal, sitting under the pink leaves, the night sky surrounding him while the moonlight lit up his features. Hanzo felt his heart skip a beat. He hadn't really thought about it before, but like this? He could appreciate the man's beauty.

“And it seems like all is dying, and would leave the world to mourn.”

Takeda's eyes were drooping. They shut momentarily, only for them to shoot back open. He looked so at peace, despite his need to stay awake.

“In the distance hear the laughter, of the last unicorn.”

Kuai shifted slightly, letting Takeda's head rest on his shoulder as it started to flop from tiredness.

“I'm alive. I'm alive.”

Hanzo still did not show himself. He almost couldn't believe this angelic voice was Kuai Liang's. He had spent the last few days wishing to hear the man speak, to know where he came from and what he was running from. He had gotten at least one part of that wish, even if he wasn't supposed to.

“When the last moon is cast, over the last star of morning.”

Hanzo could see Takeda's tiny fists begin to uncurl and relax. He was still fighting sleep, but it wasn't a battle he was winning.

“And the future has passed, without even a last desperate warning.”

Takeda's body began to slump, his eyelids flickered. Kuai was smiling softly at the almost sleeping child in his arms.

“Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn.”

Hanzo finally decided to begin to approach, realising he had been voyeur to this situation long enough. Kuai did not notice him even as he got close to them.

“Look and see her how she sparkles, it's the last unicorn.”

Takeda was now fast asleep, Kuai's eyes were closed. It was a very sweet scene, if you had come across it with no knowledge of who the pair were, you'd have thought it was a father singing his son to sleep.

“I'm alive. I'm alive.”

Kuai's song seemed to come to an end, if the fact he stopped singing was indication. Hanzo softly coughed, and Kuai's head snapped up. His eyes widened and he looked horrified at the possibility Hanzo had actually heard him.

Still Hanzo held a finger to his lips, signalling to stay silent for now. He did not wish to wake Takeda. Kuai's eyes flicked down, nodding in agreement. Hanzo bent down to take the child from him, while Kuai went to stand. Without exchanging a word, they began to walk towards the archway, so they could drop Takeda off in his bed.

Hanzo shut the door as quietly as he could. Takeda had stirred briefly as he was put into bed, but he very quickly fell back into slumber.

To Hanzo's surprise, Kuai was still waiting for him outside the room. He'd half expected him to run to his room to avoid the questions Hanzo had for him. Kuai was fiddling with the hem of his clothing.

“So, you can speak?” Hanzo asked, trying to sound as gentle as he could. He wanted Kuai to know he wasn't angry at him for not speaking. Just curious.

“Yes,” Kuai actually answered, looking away like he was embarrassed. “My kind do not speak, normally, so it is difficult sometimes.”

“Your kind? So you are more used to speaking Elvish?” He asked. He could understand that Kuai was clearly speaking a foreign tongue, so didn't question the awkward wording.

Kuai however looked confused. “Elvish? Why do you think I speak Elvish?” Kuai reached to brush his hair behind his ear, and as his fingers brushed past he seemed to realise why Hanzo had assumed his species. “Oh. I understand. Apologies, I am not an elf, despite appearances.”

“So what are you?” Hanzo questioned. Kuai looked at him, he looked like he was about to tell him, but then backed down.

“I do not feel safe, with people knowing what I am.” That's ominous at best. “My kind are hunted. It... scares me.”

Hanzo sighed and nodded, he was disappointed, but he hoped Kuai would eventually feel safe enough to reveal the truth. “That is fine, I understand.” The thought of his singing came back. “So, is singing easier for you than talking?”

“Singing is making sounds in a memorable order. Talk is…” Kuai paused and grimaced, wriggling his fingers unsure. “Making sounds and trying to make sure they are in order while you do so.”

Hanzo was starting to realise that Kuai's comment about his kind not speaking was not just a strangely worded way of saying he didn't speak the language. Hanzo wondered how his people could communicate without language, but then realised Kuai tended to be quite open with his body language. Head tilting, facial expressions, it was all a silent way of speaking.

“Is there any way I can help you?” Hanzo asked. He had tutors, who he was sure would be more than happy to teach Kuai to better harness language, or he could make sure people would be patient with Kuai if he so desired.

“I believe, I need more practice. If I keep talking, it will be easier, correct?” Kuai informed him, a small smile on his face. “I find it hard, to talk, but with you it is…” Kuai looked confused, like he really wasn't sure what the word he was looking for was.

“Well, if you would like we can converse a little each day, it will give you practise and give me a chance to get to know you better.” He wanted to know more about this mysterious man who had made his way to his kingdom.

Kuai's cheeks started to turn red, seemingly embarrassed by the notion of Hanzo wanting to know him. He turned his head away like he couldn't look at Hanzo.

“That, sounds like it would be good for both of us, yes?” He still didn't look at Hanzo, and his hand rested on his chin. Hanzo thought he looked adorable.

“I think so,” Hanzo agreed, watching as Kuai yawned. “But it is late, we can worry about that tomorrow, don't you think?”

“Yes.” Kuai stretched and cracked his neck, before clasping his hands in front of him and bowing. “Sleep well, King Hasashi.”

“Good night, Kuai Liang.”

He watched as Kuai made his way down the corridor to the room he was assigned. Hanzo smiled as he watched, safe in the knowledge that while it was small progress, that he was getting somewhere. Kuai was definitely a mystery, and one that he would find the patience to solve.

Kuai was surprisingly quite chatty once Hanzo got him started.

He didn't reveal too much personal information, such as where he was from, what he was or what led him to the Shirai Ryu, but Hanzo had learnt details about his life. Mostly just small talk topics, things he liked, hobbies he enjoyed. They mostly talked after Takeda went to bed, it was easier without a little pair of ears trying to listen in.

Today Hanzo had brought up the subject of food. His kitchen staff had informed him that Kuai tended to eat around meats, and just tended to eat vegetables, fruits and grains.

“I am a herbivore,” Kuai told him, with odd confidence. Hanzo smiled at that. Technically if he only ate plant life, that was true, but it was a word usually only used for animals.

“A vegetarian,” Hanzo corrected, and Kuai frowned at him, clearly having not come across the word before. “The word herbivore is used more to describe animals. We tend to refer to humans and other similar species who don't eat meat as vegetarians.”

Kuai looked more confused for a while, before his brows raised as if he just realised something.

“Oh, I see. Then that is what I am, I guess.” He sipped a cup of his tea. “It is strange to me, to be separate from animals.”

“Really?”

“Everyone is an animal.” Hanzo thought about that. It was true, wasn't it? It made Hanzo curious about the culture Kuai came from, if he did not separate himself like that. “I am not a human, though, maybe my view on things is... ah... not the same.”

“Human's have a superiority complex by nature,” Hanzo explained, shrugging slightly. “Most are willing to bulldoze anything different from them, in the name of being the highest organism.”

“Not you,” Kuai added, and Hanzo looked at him in confusion. “You spared a unicorn, as part of your path to become king, did you not?”

Hanzo stared at Kuai Liang for a second. It had been so long since he had thought about his unicorn. He wasn't sure anyone even really remembered he had done so. It wasn't really the tale people told of him.

“Who told you about that?” Hanzo questioned.

Kuai looked at him with wide eyes, he looked panicked and like he was struggling. “I... Do not remember, I must have overheard a guard.”

Kuai's reaction made Hanzo suspicious, like he knew something and was hiding it. Hanzo wanted to question him, but had a feeling it would not help. Kuai was already on guard now, he would just deny anything he might know. Hanzo relaxed, it wasn't like it was a bad story anyway, just a strange one for him to have overheard.

“Sorry, it's been a very long time since I thought about my unicorn.”

“Your unicorn?” Kuai Liang questioned, sounding amused, he had a huge grin on his face. Whatever awkwardness that could have been there was gone, and Hanzo was actually thankful for it.

“Well, not mine as in I owned them, but…” He paused, thinking about all those times he saw the unicorn off in the distance. How much he missed seeing them. “I saw them after that day. They seemed to appear in the distance for many moments in my life. I haven't seen them since the unicorns were hunted to extinction.” Hanzo looked down at his own cup of tea. It was strange, how this linked in to his comments on humanity. “That is what I mean, when I say that humans have a superiority complex. If it were not for an arrogant few who decided they wished to live forever, unicorns would still be amongst us.”

“You feel strongly, about this.”

“When my kingdom was invaded, my unicorn was seen defending an orphanage from the assailants,” Hanzo explained. That story still amazed him, even now. “If they were just a creature incapable of complex emotion, why would they do that?”

Kuai Liang was silent, and when Hanzo looked at him, he got the feeling Kuai wanted to admit some dark secret to him. His lips were pulled tight, and his fingers tracing the handle of the cup.

“I think,” Kuai started slowly, deliberately, desperately trying to find the correct words in the correct order. “I think most creatures are capable of complex emotions. I think that is what makes us different from plants.”

“Maybe you are right,” Hanzo agreed, trying to fight the questions of how Kuai had come to have these beliefs. They didn't line up with any species, clan or religion he could think of. Who are you, Kuai Liang? Where are you from?

“Humans are a curiosity to me,” Kuai admitted, “I have seen both the depths of their cruelty and the heights of their kindness.” Kuai looked at Hanzo as he said the last bit, and Hanzo felt his cheeks heat up. “King Hasashi, I hope one day to repay the mercy, you have shown me.”

“You don't need to-”

“I do,” Kuai interrupted. He reached across the table, holding his hand. Hanzo was caught off guard, now his entire face felt hot. “You have helped me more than you realise. I will devote myself to you, so that one day, I may show you my kindness in return.”

Hanzo barely heard any of that, from the blood rushing to his head. He got to Kuai Liang devoting himself to him and that was about all he could take. What could he even say to that? 

All he could feel was the heat in his face. And a cold hand touching his cheek.

Kuai's eyes almost seemed to sparkle in the light.

Hanzo lent closer, lips brushing against Kuai Liang's and-

Kuai pulled back suddenly, like he was shocked. Hanzo realised he had almost kissed the other man. Well, that was stupid.

“Sorry, I- I don't know what came over me,” Hanzo claimed.

“Was- was that what human's refer to as a kiss?” Kuai questioned, pressing his fingers to his lips. Clearly he was somewhat familiar with the practice.

“Yes, I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that,” Hanzo replied, burying his head in his hands. “Please just forget it happened.”

Kuai sounded like he was about to say something else, when the door was thrown open, and one of Hanzo's guard's ran inside.

“Your majesty, the castle is under attack!”

“What?” Hanzo jumped to his feet, and rushed towards the door. “Where from?”

“We don't know, there seems to only be 5 of them however.”

Hanzo quickly grabbed his katana, and prepared himself for battle. As he exited he faintly heard Kuai Liang call after him. He hoped the other man would know to stay away from the fight.

By the time Hanzo located the intruders, they were in his throne room. He didn't wait to hear an explanation, just ordered his men to attack.

Steel met steel as he fought against the men, red dragon mercenaries he realised from their outfits. He had no idea what the red dragon wanted with his kingdom, but like hell was he going to let them do anything that could harm his subjects. Not again. Never again.

Hanzo believed in fighting fair, and unfortunately for him, the red dragon didn't.

He watched as his men fell, having been tricked in some way or another. As his men dwindled, he found more red dragon mercenaries on him, until he was surrounded by all five. He spun on the spot, trying to find an opening and failing. No. No this can't happen not again, not again...

“We'll give you a deal Hasashi, if you want to get out of this alive,” one of the men started, and Hanzo just glared at him. “Give us the boy, and we'll let you and your kingdom live in peace.”

“Boy?” Hanzo questioned, not sure what they were talking about.

“Don't play dumb,” the man snapped. “Takahashi’s boy. Give him to us, we know his father left him with you.”

Takeda. They were talking about Takeda. They wanted to take Takeda.

“No way in hell, you'll have to kill me before I let you take him,” he snarled, knowing that given the chance, that was exactly what would happen. Even so, he couldn't help but wonder why they wanted Takeda. Logically, it had to be something to do with Kenshi, and Hanzo cursed his friend for not giving him any kind of warning that this was a possibility.

“That can be arranged,” the man snarled and raced forward. Hanzo held his sword in a defensive position, waiting for the metal to strike. But the strike never came.

Instead, the mercenary suddenly became encased in ice. Hanzo stared uneasily. What just happened?

“By the elder god's is that…” another mercenary began, but didn't finish his sentence. All four remaining mercenaries were looking behind Hanzo.

Hanzo slowly turned around, to see what they were looking at. And he felt his jaw drop.

Standing at the end of his throne room was a unicorn.

No, not just a unicorn. His unicorn. He could tell from the large scar over their eye.

A unicorn was still alive. His unicorn was still alive.

“If we catch it, we could make a fucking fortune,” one of the mercenaries said and Hanzo wanted to slice his head off for daring to think of touching this beautiful creature.

The unicorn reared, neighing angrily, before their horn began glowing and the mercenary began to scream. The sound stopped when he was also encased in ice. The unicorn began to run towards them, and Hanzo braced for impact. He was not the target however, and he heard the mercenaries grunt and growl as they tried to take them down and capture them.

Hanzo looked up, watching the unicorn kick one mercenary to the floor with their back legs while blasting another with thick ice. The last remaining mercenary seemed to realise he didn't stand a chance, and had instead made a break for the window. Hanzo wouldn't let him escape however, pulling his kunai out and throwing it at the man.

The weapon pierced the skin and the man let out a bellowing screech.

“Get over here,” Hanzo snarled, as he pulled on the chain and dragged the man back to him. Once close enough, Hanzo wrapped his chain around the man, kicking the back of his knees so he was tied up on the floor.

Hanzo surveyed the rest of the damage. His guards were coming to and getting to their feet. Three mercenaries entrapped in ice, one in chains on the floor, and the other clearly having broken legs and likely other injuries that would stop him from escaping. And in the midst of the chaos, there they were, his unicorn. They hadn't changed at all in the 10 years since he last saw them.

He could hear his men whisper in disbelief. He couldn't blame them, a creature believed to be extinct was standing in the throne room. Still he walked up to the unicorn as it stared at him, ears low. He held his hand out, and the unicorn nuzzled into it.

“Hello, old friend,” Hanzo whispered, “it's been a while, hasn't it?”

The unicorn suddenly backed up, and before Hanzo could do anything, it too was encased in ice. Hanzo feared the worst, until the ice slowly began to crack. The ice broke, and a man stood where the unicorn had been.

Not just any man either.

“Kuai Liang?“ Hanzo questioned, and Kuai just smiled at him. “It's you.”

Oh, oh by the Elder Gods that makes so much sense! How familiar Kuai felt, he had seen those eyes before. The scar on Kuai's face, him mentioning his people not speaking, being hunted down, being a herbivore. He knew the story of how Hanzo had spared a unicorn's life. Even the lullaby he'd sung to Takeda had been about the last unicorn. “I'm alive”, he sang with such assurance.

How did I not put it together before?

“I'm sorry, I did not know how to tell you sooner.” He walked forward, placing a hand on Hanzo's cheek. Hanzo reached his hand to touch it.

“You have nothing to apologise for,” he assured Kuai, he couldn't be mad. Given what he knew, the poor unicorn had likely been through hell. “I thought you were dead. That you had been kill with the rest of your species.”

“I am the only one left.”

Hanzo's heart broke.

“I'm so sorry for what you have been through,” Hanzo told him, taking Kuai's hand in his as he moved them to their side. He looked to his guards, who still looked like they couldn't compute what they were looking at. “Take the mercenaries to the jail, we will interrogate them in the morning. I want to know why they wanted Takeda.” As his men saluted and went to drag the mercenaries away. Hanzo looked back to Kuai as he stated “I believe we have much to discuss.”

Kuai nodded in understanding “I will answer your questions, to the best of my abilities.”

Hanzo guided Kuai out of the throne room, towards his quarters, where Hanzo might finally get answers to all his questions

[coockie8]

so what kind of vampires are present in cosmic legends?

Literally every single type, and this doesn't only pertain to Vampires.

Think of words like Vampire or Werewolf like the word Dog; it's an umbrella term that encompasses any number of different breeds.

A Yorki and a Great Dane are both Dogs, but you wouldn't call a Great Dane a Yorki, and vice versa, 'cause those terms refer to a specific breed.

So a Nosferatu and a Venerable Overlord are both Vampires, but if you referred to a Venerable Overlord as a Nosferatu, you'd get your face ripped off.

Same with Werewolves, Wolfmen and Sacred Wolves are both Werewolves, but it's wildly different strains of the Lycanthropy virus.

Note: I have used the most diluted forms (Nosferatu and Wolfmen) vs. the most pure forms (Venerable Overlords and Sacred Wolves) as my examples, but there are a lot more strains than what was listed. Also Diluted vs. Pure just refers to how much your line contains "turned" rather than "born". Some families care, others don't, the purity of which not really being the root of this, it's really just a personal preference thing.

[kraviolis]

with the rising fascism in the world, im not gonna trust any new medias with stories that make the villain an agent of chaos & terror while the hero/es fight to preserve the status quo.

[lofe-arts]

New Fandom, Who Dis?

So recently, enabled encouraged by the MDZS Meltdown Renegade peeps I was convinced to was Word of Honor (AND DID IT IN A VERY REASONABLE FIVE[maybe 6?] DAYS RHI) and obviously became immediately obsessed with Xie Wang.

You can fit so much fucked up relationships in this badboy. Had to stop in the middle of an episode to draw this. Did a whole new style i've never even tried before, as you do. Lots of fun 100% recommend both FAFO in drawing your blorbos and also watching Word of Honor.

They all need so, so much therapy and I do not want them to have it.

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Buy it on Redbubble

[il3x]

I SPENT WAY TOO LONG ON THIS AND I STILL DON'T LIKE IT but anyways. uh. puppies, meet meat grinder

Slaughterhouse trials are a fun torture device to throw characters into, okay?

S9!Toga's attacks and recruitments would be quite something. She could replace your child. Your roommate. The person you fear most. You might find yourself facing down duplicates of any of the other Nine members, powers included. Or, you could survive being stabbed by some unimportant crook, to find hours later that a Nine member has been walking around, framing you, wearing your face...

[sasorikigai]

I am so fucking livid at this recontextualization of Hanzo Hasashi's canon (starting with Kuai Liang being the new Scorpion). While I see the connection between Scorpion's MK11 ending (which I absolutely hated too), I am not vibing with this alternate version of Hanzo scouring the multitudes of timeline in search of reality where his wife Harumi does not get brutally butchered.

The reason why I absolutely fell in love with Hanzo/Scorpion's character is his utterly bleak and tragic backstory; the entire Hasashi family were killed in the Shirai Ryu massacre committed by Lin Kuei, and being reborn as a Revenant full of vitriol vengeance. As if Hanzo's canonical story wasn't absolutely heartbreaking and depressing enough that he became an undead spectre, he has once again, descended into an explosive spell of rage and vowing to burn MK1's timeline to the charred rubble.

This is literally where Lin Kuei has stolen everything from him, desecrated everything that was his worth and character. It took him decades to amend with Kuai Liang (in MKX), and finally come to a realization that he has been a very selfish man who nearly caused Earthrealm to be extinct because of his impulsive, vindictive actions. And I would most definitely like to believe that Hanzo/Scorpion has acted this way not solely because he himself was killed in the massacre, but because of Harumi and Satoshi. His love for Harumi Hasashi goes beyond the realms (literally, enough to become deathly obsessive of searching for a reality where she lives, finally), and his transformative character in MK11 as Grandmaster Hasashi proves that every action he effectuates is due to his eternal love for her and Earthrealm, even for Lin Kuei.

TL:DR; this is such a disservice to Hanzo's character, and this will never bring Scorpion's gratification (further destruction and annihilation never does anything good). This relinquishment from all of Hanzo/Scorpion's character evolvement absolutely SUCKS.

[fairymint]

the Koraidon trainer's bio is up! Rex Scorpion, a dude who pretty much got orphaned to the school and just made besties with giant frilled lizard who's just like him for real!

softspoken, booksmart but street dumb. no thoughts head empty vibes.

[julians-muscles-and-tits]

[gamerwoman3d]

👆👆👆 I have exactly one kitty that he can murder all day long if he likes, but otherwise this. This right here.

Folks keep giving him toxic traits he doesn't have instead of expanding on toxic traits he DOES have. Does he get cranky AF when someone touches the thermostat? YEAH PROBABLY look how he was acting up in the fire temple. Does he let disrespect get under his skin? Yup. Does he ignore people? Like a cat when you call it by name. This guy will leave you on "seen" for damn sure.

Unless you're his sworn enemy, at worst he's a golddigger who WILL quit without a two weeks notice. Otherwise, if you are his sworn enemy he will resort to violence to solve problems he can't ignore.

I have followers on both sides of that who dislike one or the other, and that's fine I guess... I personally don't get why you'd give up any part of that lin kuei deluxe platter but sometimes people have weird tastes 🤷

As long as they're not DOING TOO MUCH (yucking someone's yum, putting hate for a character in that character's tag so everyone that loves that character has to see it, writing them so abusive in smut that it makes more sense to tag it gollum x reader, and harassment especially is always way too fucking much) then I let haters on both sides stay because we all gotta eat, and my brain is a kitchen.

But the ones that do too much already tried it, well... it is what it is.

Tagging @oiledupjohnnycage bc I can't be sure if this gif was your original idea or not. Can't find an original if it existed so made a new one. Figured if it existed it was pre-deactivated from yours.

i genuinely don't understand the demonization of bi-han or kuai liang. like legitimately, why do y'all shit on one brother like they're the reincarnation of satan himself???

both brothers have so much trauma from their childhood and have both been hurt so much by each other, i think it's so ridiculous to blame either brother fully for how their relationship has turned out in the story.

"bi-han's evil and betrayed his brothers and scarred kuai liang"

be so fr y'all know it's more complicated than that.

"kuai liang tried to kill bi-han he's the evil one"

can we actually use our thinking caps for even one minute.

y'all pissing me off like the reasons you hate one brother should mean you hate both....but y'all don't 😒

kuai liang and bi-han both need their ass whooped and hugs and cuddles let's not pretend otherwise.

[mirxndatano]

No one is going to silence me

No, Star Wars The Acolyte wasn’t perfect, and it’s not the best of Star Wars. In fact, nothing in this franchise has been perfect, not even The Mandalorian (I’ve just thrown three scorpions at myself, but oh well).

The Acolyte was like breathing fresh air after YEARS of repetitive content focused on: The Empire, Skywalker family, Rebellion, and that’s it.

The Acolyte was a series that reignited a spark and charm in people who had distanced themselves a bit—or a lot—from SW due to the toxicity or simply because they no longer connected with the new content.

The Acolyte made MANY women interested in Star Wars thanks to the fact that it was made and written by a woman who KNOWS what we really like, and that’s why it delivered a tremendous Female Gaze.

The Acolyte DOES deserve or deserved a second season. But as always, they’ve shown what their priorities are: to continually cater to the toxic crowd and the 40+ men who want to keep living in nostalgia and are stuck in The Empire Strikes Back."

[b1asho]

While it's on the mind, here's my wings of fire designs too. Not as much of a brainrot but still fun. Bad take or am I cooking with some of them? Let me know in the comments. Here's some (too many) notes:

I really liked the original designs when I first read these books, but I wanted to try my hand at uhh changing them a little. Mainly making them more distinct from each other (even if this irreversibly breaks canon XD)

-Sandwings live in a mixed savannah and desert habitat and have bodies adapted for resource scarcity, effective hunting, and heat dispersion. They have large ears to help cool off and listen for stuff. They can fly, but pretty weakly in comparison to some others, mainly using flight to navigate their large territories , get onto cliffs, and scan for prey. They typically climb up somewhere and then jump off. They are built like felines, and use a solo stalk and rushdown hunting approach coupled with a sting instakill. They live in family groups, with a ‘queen’ title going to the alpha female 💪 and everyone else hunting and living together. They are immune to their own venom, which acts very similarly to a scorpion’s but in a massive dose, causing numbness, breathing difficulties seizures, and eventually death. It takes time for them to make more once they’ve expended the dose, so they rarely use it outside of hunting or life/death situations (though the prospect of being stung is very scary to everyone else, and they will instinctively raise their tail when startled or threatened)

-Skywings live in high mountainous and forested areas, with some living in the lowlands. They are powerful flyers and very acrobatic due to their tail, though this comes at the expense of their agility on land and the strength of their non wing arms. They have long legs with powerful talons for grasping prey midair or snatching them from off the ground. They hunt and live alone unless they have a partner. Communities are made up of a loose group of related individuals who rarely collect in one place at once(queendom structure are a more recent and ‘unnatural’ thing for them, but very useful for organizing military efforts and empire building). They stay aloft for long periods of time and usually only land on their cliff homes. They need a sprint or a takeoff point to get flying, though. Unlike every other tribe, they have a noticeable difference between male and female (being a nose horn and red face for males.) males are prized for these features, and having a pretty husband is seen as an attractive trait for a queen.

-Seawings live along the coast. They normally only venture out of the water for trade and other resources, since they can get everything else they need underwater. Their large neck houses gills protected by thick pads that will close when on land, while their lungs are in their mid chest. Primarily adapted to swimming, they have very strong tails and webbed fingers and toes. They will also use their wings to steer and paddle, as well as manipulate things their other arms can’t reach. They will hunt in packs, corralling fish and other animals into a kill zone. They are very clumsy on land and in the air with their short limbs and weak wings. Their bioluminescent spots can be flashed for communication, and compared to the other tribes they have pretty poor vocal ability (due to the gills in their neck getting in the way) and will supplement with other spot/sign signals. Every individual has unique spots, though their glowing ones come in consistent numbers, sizes, patterns, and places on their body so they can use them for common language across their group. However, Different groups from different parts of the ocean have different numbers of spots in different areas, making cross communication via only spots difficult. Their whiskers help navigate in close or dark areas, and are seen as a status symbol.

-Mudwings live in warmer areas, specifically marshes and other wetlands (though sometimes in some forested areas too). Their thick armor helps protect them from other mudwings/competition, while also acting as an insulator that allows them to easily venture a wider range than other tribes from warm climates. Physically, they are the strongest and bulkiest. They typically use the element of surprise and their overwhelming size and strength to take down large prey. However, unlike other tribes they tend to eat more plants too due to their large size (all of them are technically omnivores, but meat makes up the dominant part of their diet because of their energy needs and their ancestors). They are also the poorest flyers out of the bunch, having sacrificed that for size and strength, though they can do short bursts similar to a chicken to get to hard to reach areas or to surprise attack prey faster than them, they’re similar to hippos and are adapted to living in the water too, using powerful webbed arms to propel themselves and dig through the mud, and their large lung capacity to stay submerged and hidden for long periods. Their nostrils, ears, and eyes are located near the top of their head, which also gives more room for Tusks. They use these to root around occasionally defend themselves. Tusk maintenance and appearance is very important to them. They live in large groups of families in the same area and have more communal social standards than other tribes.

-Rainwings live in tropical areas and have a very small habitat range. This has caused them to look and act very different than most tribes, leading to poor perception of them. They use their long claws, strong grasping fingers, and prehensile tail to climb around, and are pretty much arboreal. They have wings meant for quick takeoffs and flight in dense areas, and are pretty agile and swift. They and aren’t that great at sustained flight or dealing with high altitudes and winds though . Their frill is delicate and used for emoting (probably originally for mating purposes) Their skin is packed with chromatophores that they can use to match their surroundings, and they have loose ridges in their skin that they can raise to enhance the effect. Their skin is constantly changing color due to their brain activity, though they have set patterns/colors for emotions and communication. They can also choose to focus on organizing their skin patterns to get coordinated colors and patterns, since normally it’s pretty disorganized. They eat a lot more plants due to their environment and due to social standards, but arent herbivores. They have the ability to spit acid out of hollow retractable fangs, and use precise shots of this coupled with their camouflage ability to get prey. They can also spray it at higher velocities for defense and offense, though this expends their supply much quicker. They don’t recognize a queen in their communities and are fairly disorganized into different cooperative groups.

-Nightwings are the result of a group that split off onto an island, though the volcanic activity on their original island escalated to the point where they had to emigrate. They are great fliers, using their wings and tail extensions to travel great distances to track prey and ambush from above. When on land, they aren’t particularly fast or strong, and instead are built for persistence. Their hunting tactic involves getting an initial bite onto prey, then waiting for it to succumb to infection. Their spines, horns, muscles, and talons are mainly for defending their kill from other Nightwings rather than hunting it in the first place. As a result of this competition, they aren’t naturally very social like other tribes, They are mainly nocturnal.

-Icewings live in the colder tundras and snowy forest environments. They are pack hunters, using their speed and persistence to take down prey, similar to wolves. Their long overlapping scales help them trap heat and survive in the cold, and while the guy i drew here is pretty skinny they also store fat much more readily than other tribes. Their bowed wings are mainly used to swoop in in prey, and like falcons they often take steep dives to grapple it. Their antlers only grow in at a certain time in the year, but royalty will wear embellished artificial ones in the meantime.

[seraphmeraph]

Hur hur hurhur hur hurhurhurhurhur

How they’d be with pregnant reader - Headcanons

MK1 semi NSFW headcanons with Lin Kuei brothers aka Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, and Bi Han

TW: sex(+18), oral sex (f receiving), conventional sex, pregnancy, afab reader

A/N: this was actually a request of Pregnant reader and Kuai Liang that I lost LEAVE ME ALONE OKAY IM DYING. AHHHHH.

Tomas Vrbada • Smoke

Tomas is so attentive and loving towards you, not saying the others aren't, but he will never leave your side if he has a choice. He’ll cook, and clean, everything, all you need to do is rest and relax. 

You’ll often find him being touchy with you, especially in public, wrapping his arms around your waist, and touching your pregnant belly.

He talks about how when the baby is born he won't let any harm come to you both. “I promise he won't end up like me.”

When it comes to pregnant sex with you two, he is so worried he might hurt you. He’s so gentle and slow despite you begging him to go harder or faster.

“Are you sure you’re okay, I don’t want to-” Tomas spoke before you cut him off. 

“I’ll be okay,” You reassured him. You were laid on your back, his dick positioned right at your entrance.

He took a deep breath, slowly slipping inside you. He began to give slow deliberate thrusts into you, watching your face intently to make sure you were okay. He lowered his face to yours, letting out small moans and peppering your face with kisses.

Kuai Liang • Scorpion

Kuai Liang is the perfect baby daddy. He’ll spoil you with whatever you want and show you affection whenever. You will be SMOTHERED.

He’ll make it clear to everybody that he’s the father, whether it be rubbing your belly in public, keeping his hands all over you, or even just straight up telling people how proud he is of you for carrying his baby.

He often goes on missions so he always leaves you with Liu Kang or another Lin Kuei ninja, he wants to make sure you’re safe.

When you both are lying in bed, he’ll often massage or place his warm hands on you to help you feel better. He’s practically a heating pad.

Pregnant sex with you and Kuai Liang is amazing, you’ll hear praises, and he’d basically worship your body. He’s careful not to hurt you, but a little more confident in pleasuring you.

His head was buried in between your thighs, lapping away at your pussy. “Mm, doing good for me sweetheart,” He pulled away, just to insert a finger into you. His other hand rested on your pregnant belly, slowly caressing it as he ate you out.

His hair was out of his bun, your fingers tangling in between his hair.

He groaned into your pussy, sending shivers through you, enjoying the feeling of your fingers brushing his scalp. His calloused warm fingers ran over your belly. 

Bi Han • Sub Zero

When Bi Han found out you were pregnant, he didn’t show much emotion. Only rested his hand on your head and kissed you. 

You assumed he didn’t care at first and he noticed you were a bit distant so he would do little things to try to cheer you up. Whether it be taking you out, buying you gifts, or even cuddling you as you two lay in bed. 

Out of all the brothers, Bi Han is actually the most concerned for you. When going out on missions, he would either leave one of his brothers with you or a Lin Kuei ninja. 

You’ll never be alone if Bi Han could help it. In public his hand will always be on your hip, pulling you close to him. Literally, everyone will know he’s the father. 

As much as Bi Han only trusts himself to protect you, he’s secretly mortified of being around you. He has so much self-control, he’ll watch his words, his actions, etc. 

He’s kind of like Kuai Liang, where he’ll be like a cold compress. Breats tend to get sore during pregnancy so he’ll cup your breasts for ours with his cold hands. Whenever you complain about any pain Bi Han has to be extra and call you a physician who’ll just tell you it’s pregnancy cramps or something.

Bi Han lives for pregnant sex with you. He’s gentler than usual, yes, but just the aspect that you were bred by him gets him going. Breeding Kink? Maybe.

He gave gentle thrusts, his cool hand resting on your stomach. “So beautiful, carrying my child,” He groaned. His hand retreated back to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb gaining louder moans for you. 

He would definitely make you scream that you want all his babies.

[saetoru]

BEWARE OF PHAGOCYTIC RAIN — AL-HAITHAM.

kinktober day three — aphrodisiacs ; find masterlist here

synopsis. the akademiya textbook reads as follows: consecrated scorpion stings are not deadly, but it is advised to proceed with caution in the event of encountering one. possible side effects of stings include swelling, pain, nausea, and mild sexual arousal. except the textbook lied. it’s not mild. al-haitham and you might need to pause your desert trip for a moment

length. 4.3k words (omg this is the shortest one so far)

contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, aphrodisiacs + dub con, mentions of injuries and blood (al-haitham gets stung by a consecrated scorpion), reader sits on his lap, hand jobs, unprotected sex, no prep, riding, creampie, implied (future) multiple orgasms, reader is mentioned to have a dendro vision + is a haravatat scholar

notes. i made this up. the new consecrated scorpions lore is that their venom can be a sex stimulant thanks

“haitham,” you complain—although, you probably really shouldn’t. in fact, you definitely should not complain. al-haitham has so graciously allowed you to accompany this trip to the desert, and you should not get in the way. still, your feet ache, and the sun is blaring, and god—would kill you both to have a break? “can’t we just stop for a bit?”

but with you, al-haitham is always patient. you can see him diligently take the time to be patient as he stills and sighs quietly, not letting himself ever get frustrated with you. “it’ll get cold if night falls,” he reasons, “c’mon, you’ll definitely want to rest inside the ruins instead of outside tonight.”

“but baby,” you protest, “my feet hurt.”

“i know,” he nods, like validating your feelings will make them any better, “but the safest option would be to camp inside the ruins instead of out here—”

“hey, haitham?” you cut him off, suddenly whispering quietly as you huddle closer, “what…what’s that?” he looks over his shoulder to where you point—and then he stiffens.

“oh, great,” he hisses, groaning under his breath, “seriously? now?”

what looks like a giant scorpion seems to be pacing in the distance, the large, sharp stinger on its tail clear as day, even from where you stand, a good range away. you’ve never seen one of these before, never even heard of giant scorpions that roam the desert. al-haitham has certainly never told you about seeing them, with all the times he visits the desert himself. he seems rather familiar with them, too, staring exasperatedly off at the beast as it circles the territory you absolutely have to pass.  

“why is there a giant scorpion here? are there always these things in the desert? i’ve never heard of—wait,” you pause, “i have a textbook from the akademiya on desert exploration. i brought it just in case!”

“we don’t need that,” he insists, “i’ve dealt with these plenty of times. just leave it to me.”

you’ve never been to the desert—but al-haitham always mentions the ancient letters he sees in the ruins he explores. it’s tempting; being a scholar is always the never-ending temptation of knowledge—and you are both haravatat scholars, after all. studying an ancient alphabet is enough to make you plead with al-haitham to take you with him on his next trip.

he can’t say no to you, of course—he never can. but it’s your first time here, and evidently…it’s not going exactly as planned. 

you open the book, skimming through the pages before your eyes land on a sketch that looks strikingly similar to the same beast you see in the distance. the textbook reads as follows: consecrated scorpion stings are not deadly, but it is advised to proceed with caution in the event of encountering one. that seems like complete and utter bullshit—this seems rather deadly. 

“haitham,” you whisper, “i think we should leave. this doesn’t seem—”

“we can take it,” he argues, “i’ve taken them before on my own quite a lot in the past.”

“but baby, this one seems a bit big—”

“it’ll be fine,” he assures. 

you sigh, looking back at the book and scanning over the section that goes into detail about its attack patterns. “okay, fine—let me just read over how they attack so i know what to expect.”

phagocytic form—beasts enter phagocytic form immediately when in combat, resulting in an increase in resistance to all elements. there is double the resistance to electro attacks. well, you think, it’s a good thing cyno isn’t the one fighting today—otherwise, you think you might be screwed. 

this is fine. everything is fine. you and al-haitham both have dendro visions; this shouldn’t be too bad, right?

melee combo one—beasts perform a two-part combo with their claws. alright, not too bad. you can easily dodge that, you reason. melee combo two—beasts perform a three-part combo consisting of a single strike with both claws, a flurry of claw strikes while rushing forward, and a projectile fired from its stinger. now that seems a bit troublesome, but you’ve dealt with worse. 

“i’ll take care of it,” al-haitham calls over his shoulder, catching your attention as he draws out his sword. you look up from the pages frantically. 

“wait, i really think we should handle this together if we’re going to take this. just let me read on the attack patterns a bit more—”

he’s already made the first attack. you can hear the angry hiss of the scorpion, can practically see the fury in its beady eyes from behind the thick skull covering its head. al-haitham, to your slight comfort, dodges melee combos one and two expertly. 

maybe he was right—maybe you’ve been panicking for nothing.

you look back at the book. dig—beasts dig into the ground and attack the target from below, staying within the range of a visible electro ring. alright, as long as you leave the ring before the scorpion pops out of the ground, you should be fine. nothing to worry about. spikes—beasts plug their tails into the ground and rapidly produce spikes around themselves to shock targets. another easy dodge—you just have to make sure you escape the vicinity.

you look up, and al-haitham has already easily leapt from the ring and landed himself on higher ground. he waits, watches as the beast emerges from underground, and plants its tail into the ground—this must be the spikes. al-haitham is rather excellent at fighting these things—you have to admit. as soon as the spikes are gone, he takes his chance to plunge down, perfectly landing a hard hit to its head with the edge of his sword, making its body slump to the ground.

he might just finish this alone like he said. 

“there,” he nods, flashing you a smooth grin, “i told you i’d handle it. now then, let’s—”

the loud, sinister hiss from behind cuts him off—it makes you watch in abject horror as the scorpion rises and does a rapid spin. 

you look over the pages as quickly as you can—is there more? there’s nothing else on the page, is there? you quickly flick your eyes to the next page and—oh. 

oh no.

phagocytic rain—beasts rapidly spin and scatter many stingers into the air before slamming their claws and unleashing stingers down from above. these stingers, once pierced into the skin, can cause side effects as a result of consecrated venom.

“well, it’s never done that before,” al-haitham holds up his sword, getting ready to fight. 

no. he has to get away—he needs to get away. the words don’t come quick enough from your throat as you scream, “haitham, no! you have to get away—”

it’s too late. you can hear him let out a strangled groan of pain, clutching his arm as his sword instantly falls to the floor, a gash already decorating his skin from a stinger he didn’t manage to dodge. before you can even think, you grab your weapon and run, leaping between al-haitham and the scorpion and landing another perfect blow to its head—just before that giant, deadly-looking stinger on its tail can plunge into him.

it goes limp, falling to the floor with a thud, the glow of its body dimming instantly.

“fuck,” he curses—al-haitham rarely curses. this is not a light sting. “since when do they do that?”

“since forever,” you hiss, grabbing the edge of his cape to press on his wound and stop the blood flow, “maybe if you’d just listened to me and read the attack patterns with me, you’d have known that.”

“i’ve fought these plenty of times,” he says indignantly, teeth still grit in pain, “they never do that.”

“maybe if you weren’t such a know it all,” you grumble—but then you gently reach over, cupping his cheek as you trace a thumb over the skin comfortingly, “is it too bad?” you ask, concern evident enough in your tone that he feels slightly bad. 

al-haitham shakes his head, sighing quietly as you kiss his jaw. “i’ll be fine. i’ll just patch it up before we camp for the night.”

“are you sure? maybe we should—”

“it’ll be fine,” he hums, “their venom isn’t deadly anyway.”

—————

you and al-haitham manage to make it to the ruins by nightfall. somehow, miraculously, the two of you are able to trek towards the pyramid and seek shelter indoors for the night, right before it gets too dark and too cold.

al-haitham seems to act stranger and stranger as time goes on, quietly sitting in a corner against the wall and patching his arm up himself as you set up the fire by the tent. you look over at him and watch as he shudders and groans lightly. 

“are you sure you’re alright?” you ask in concern, walking over and sitting as you curl up next to him, raising a brow as his body seems to stiffen at your touch, “baby, you seem…”

“i’m fine,” he says curtly. 

you don’t seem to be convinced, furrowing your brows before pressing a palm to his forehead—hot. incredibly and unnaturally hot skin that’s flushed a shade of crimson you hardly see on al-haitham, even when you tease him in that cheeky, flirty little way of yours that dusts blush over his face every time. 

“haitham,” you gasp, hand brushing back his bangs to feel more of his skin—it’s only then, do you realize just how sweaty his skin seems to be, too. “you’re burning up!”

“i’m okay—”

“maybe you should take your shirt off,” you say quickly, wiping the sweat from his forehead as you sit up straight, “it’s just the two of us here, anyway. it’ll be fine—”

“no,” he grits, voice strangled, “i’m—hah” he cuts himself off with a sharp inhale, “—i’m okay. just leave me alone, please. i’ll just go walk it off in a bit.”

he’s panting. you can hear the way his voice is strained and the way his chest rises and falls rather rapidly. you should check the book again, just to see if there’s anything about the side effects in the event you do happen to get stung. 

“hmm, the textbook says—”

“do not read the textbook,” he practically begs. 

you do anyway. “possible side effects of stings include swelling, pain, nausea,” you start, glancing up at him and eyeing his patched arm, “well, there was some swelling. are you nauseous?”

“no,” he almost wheezes out. 

“let’s see, and it also says it can cause—oh.” 

possible side effects of stings include swelling, pain, nausea—you pause and swallow thickly as you read over the final part—and mild sexual arousal. sexual arousal. well, that would explain the heated and flushed skin, you suppose. and the sweat. you glance up at al-haitham—he does anything but meet your eyes. 

“i told you,” he says stiffly, muffling a groan as he crosses his arms and hunches forward, “i’ll be fine—”

“baby,” you hum, chuckling slightly as you run a hand through his hair—he gulps, still avoiding your gaze, “why didn’t you just tell me?”

“don’t,” he warns, jaw clenching as he looks up and stares at you with that same look of hunger you’ve seen so many times before. it’s clear al-haitham is trying to fight off whatever he’s feeling—but the reality is clear. 

he’s very quickly losing himself to his desires. 

“but it’s just us in here,” you insist, hand trailing down his chest slowly before settling on his thigh. his breath hitches, following your hand with his eyes as it rubs along slowly and moves closer and closer inwards. “these ruins have been abandoned for who knows how long—and we’re the only ones from the akademiya cleared to explore them.”

“don’t,” he says again—there’s a warning tone to his voice this time, slightly more raspy and entirely more breathless, “if…if i start, i don’t know if i’ll be able to stop.”

“oh, but haitham,” you pout, slinging a leg over his waist and seating yourself on his lap. you stare down at his crotch—wet. there’s a very noticeable wet patch over the bulge in his pants. you wonder how you didn’t notice it sooner. “who says i’d want you to stop?”

“love, i’m serious,” he closes his eyes and swallows, panting as a bead of sweat rolls down his temple, “you should sleep. i’ll be okay—o-oh, fuck,” he cuts himself off with a gasp, hissing as you reach past his waistband and free his strained cock from the confinements. 

it’s thick, his erection—probably far more swollen than you’ve ever seen it before. it almost looks painful, with how red it is at the tip, with how it twitches from nothing else but the cool air hitting the heated skin. you think it might just be aching, in fact, from how he whimpers as you wrap a hand around it, just barely squeezing, just barely applying pressure to really relieve anything.

“hmm,” you look down, inspecting, “seems sensitive.” you give it a slow, experimental stroke, instantly making him groan loudly as his head falls back, a stream of pre cum leaking from the tip enough to coat his already slick cock. 

“fuck, fuck—more,” he rasps, hand grabbing your thigh and squeezing hard to ground himself.

“okay,” you murmur, nodding to yourself, “very sensitive. guess we’ll just have to get this out of your system.”

you drag your hand over his length, slow at first, before building up a quick, steady rhythm—just the way he’s always liked it. you lean in, kissing along his jaw as he writhes under you while you squeeze around the base of his cock, rolling your palm over his tip before repeating the motion over and over and over again. 

his mouth is parted, low groans and the occasional soft whine fall past his lips, making the ache between your own legs worsen as you watch him fall apart. there’s a dull throb in your core, and you can feel the fabric of your underwear dampen, but all you’re worried about for now is the man before you. any other time, you’d think it’s a bit shameless, doing something so dirty, so filthy, so inappropriate in the middle of the desert like this–especially while on a research expedition, no less. but you couldn’t just leave your boyfriend to suffer like this, could you? what kind of girlfriend would you be then? and you’re not so cruel as to leave al-haitham to suffer like this all night, or longer, even—who knows how long before the side effects wear off? it’s the wisest choice to just help him, to take care of him like he always takes care of you.

that’s right, you think to yourself—you’re helping him like any doting lover would. you’re not at all interested by this predicament of his…or aroused, for that matter. no, you’re simply worried for him, and it’s up to you to relieve him of the painfully frustrating tension he must be suffering through after he so graciously fought to protect you from the dangers of the desert.

“jus’ like that,” he gasps as you touch him, chest still rising and falling as quickly as before—his shirt is damp too, a noticeable wet patch forming over most of it as the sweat collects on the fabric, “d-don’t stop—fuck, feels so good.”

“c’mon, haitham,” you murmur, taking your other hand to tug at the end of his shirt, “take this off—i told you, you’ll feel better.”

he listens—whatever is in that venom must be something strong because al-haitham is the most stubborn individual you’ve ever met. under normal circumstances, he’d refuse to take his shirt off even if, deep down, he knew himself it’d help. but right now, he quickly reaches at the hem before pulling it off, tossing it to the side as his bare chest is exposed for you to admire. his usual pale skin is flushed, a soft pink that glistens from the sweat that he can’t seem to get rid of, even as you work his swollen cock with your fist. 

it’s pretty, the way he sounds, the way he looks. you run a thumb over his slit, and he whimpers. not too often of times have you heard al-haitham whimper—but today, he seems to have lost any and all control, too busy thrusting his hips up to meet your strokes as he moans lowly. 

“when’d you start to feel it?” you ask curiously, pecking his forehead as you leave scattered kisses along his face, “how long have you been trying to play it off?”

“s-since…” he starts, but he trails off as your thumb traces over a thick being along the underside of his length, letting out a soft whine at the feeling before bucking his hip into your hand more desperately. you don’t think you’ve ever seen al-haitham so worked up—so needy and riled up and painfully fucked out before he’s even cum yet. “since i f-first got stung,” he admits through labored breaths, “just got worse slowly.”

“you should’ve told me,” you coo, “not like i don’t see you like this anyway. poor thing,” you pout softly, eyeing the way his cock twitches in your hand, more beads of pre cum oozing from the tip and leaving a stream down his length, “looks like it hurts.”

“it does,” he rasps, “feels…feels like ‘m gonna pass out.”

“don’t worry,” you hum, squeezing tighter around him, working him quicker as your hand jerks his aching cock off with a tight fist, “i’ll help you cum. ‘s what you deserve for fighting that thing for me. my strong baby.”

“c-close,” he says through a cracked voice, like the praise is enough to send him hurtling over the edge, “‘m so close—sh-shit.”

“yeah?” you ask sweetly, pecking his forehead, “then cum, baby. think you’ll feel much better.”

you roll a thumb over his nipple, hard under the pad of your thumb, and enough to make him gasp loudly before he lets out a deep grunt, cum spilling from his sensitive tip. it’s more than you’ve ever seen from him—thick, endless ropes of hot, sticky cum coating your hand and his abs as you pump his cock through his orgasm. you’re glad you made him take his shirt off—this would’ve been an even more unpleasant trip if he’d had to walk around in a soiled shirt.

“fuck, f-fuck—so g-good,” he stutters, his head thrown back against the wall that supports his body, legs spreading apart to give you better access to working his cock through his high. one hand reaches to play with his balls as you milk his cock, squeezing as you stroke upwards and watch every thick drop of cum shoot past his tip. 

it feels like forever, his orgasm. it’s long, and his voice is strained from calling your name over and over by the time he’s finished—but he’s still just as hard as before. no—in fact, you think he might be even harder. 

“well…” you start, staring at his erection as it rests against his sculpted abs, “i don’t think that did much.”

“no,” he pants, staring at you through lust-hazed eyes, “it didn’t. but i have an idea that might help, though.”

“yeah? what is it, oh wise grand sage?”

al-haitham, for the first time ever, doesn’t correct you that he’s the acting grand sage. instead, he lifts you up slightly and pulls your pants down to pool at your ankles before lining your dripping cunt over his cock. you bite your lip, moving to ever so slightly drag his tip along your clit, making the both of you shiver with a desperate gasp at the ghost friction.

“i think,” he starts, finger circling your clit slowly as you whine before letting your head fall to the crook of his neck, “that perhaps fucking you might be the only way to get this out of my system. what do you say?”

“haitham, please,” you whine, fingers digging into his shoulders as you clutch onto him, “need you.”

“yeah?” he chuckles breathlessly, replacing his finger and teasing your folds with the tip of his cock, coating the head with the slick of your pussy as you quiver over him, “need me, huh? i thought i was the one who got stung. shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

you would scoff if you weren’t aching to feel the burning stretch of him intruding your neglected cunt—al-haitham always finds a way to be himself at the end of the day. always so frustratingly confident and painfully good at teasing. 

“fuck me, haitham,” you plead, pushing your hips down until the first few inches of his length push past your entrance, dragging his tip along your folds and pulling a whine from you as he chokes on a low groan.

“f-fuck,” he grunts, “so tight—a-always so tight.”

his hands grasp at your hips, slowly guiding you to sink all the way down on his cock, taking it inch by inch until he’s buried all the way, his tip nudging perfectly against that sensitive spot in the back of your walls. al-haitham feels like he’s been made just for you like that—fitting you perfectly enough that he hits all the right spots without even trying, without even having to angle his hips in order to give you what you need from him.

you feel sweat collect on your own forehead, mirroring the same glistening of his own skin as you bite your lip and whimper out a pathetic, “h-haitham, more—please.”

“it’s a good thing i brought you with me,” he pants as he snaps his hips up, his hands still guiding your hips to bounce on his cock as you pull up before slamming back down, your walls hugging his thick girth tightly while his fat tip presses against your sweet spot. “imagine where i’d be if you weren’t here. j-jus’ wouldn’t feel the same if i was fucking my fist instead of this sweet cunt.”

the stretch is too good—the way he splits you open as he bullies into your pussy, pushing past your folds and dragging his thick veins along your walls, makes your head spin, pleasure burning up your nerves and spreading across your entire body. your lips attach themselves to his neck, kissing and sucking along the skin as he groans and tightens his bruising grip on your hips.

“b-baby—fuck, ‘s so good,” you mewl, “h-haitham—oh.”

“take me so well,” he says breathlessly, face falling slack as your walls flutter around his length and relieve the ache that was all too overwhelming just a few moments ago—being buried into your pussy is enough to turn the tight grit of his jaw into a loose, parted lips as he moans your name. “taking it so well, like the good girl you are. you—ngh, fuck—you want to make me feel better, don’t you?”

“i do,” you nod, sobbing as his thumb finds your clit and rubs harsh circles into the delicate bundle of nerves, “i do, i do—please, haitham. faster, need more.”

“yeah?” he lets out a strangled chuckle, biting his lip and groaning as you snap your hips down particularly rough, squeezing around him tightly, “you need more? i’d almost say you were stung instead of me.”

your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving angry, red marks in their wake as his fingers dig into the plush skin of your hips. you slam down on him with every roll of your hips, his own meeting you halfway as he bucks up, fucking into you—you can feel it, the impending high that you reach closer and closer to, every circle of his thumb on your clit and every brush of his cock against your walls bringing you close to falling off the edge.

“‘m…g-gonna cum, haitham—fuck, a-almost there, baby,” you pant, mewling as you throw your head back while he leans in to kiss your neck, biting hard enough that you almost wonder if there’s blood.

“me too,” he groans, “you…you’re so perfect,” you feel his head bury into your shoulder, his forehead digging into your shoulder as you cradle the back of his head with a hand and whine, “i’m bringing you to every trip—fuck you in every ruin i explore. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“yes, yes—please,” you babble, nodding as your back arches before you feel the coil snap—you gasp his name, a repeat of haitham, haitham, haitham, falling from your lips as he fucks into you through your high. the spasm of your walls around him sends him hurtling into his second orgasm—even more earth-shattering than the first.

“that’s it,” he moans, his voice deep and raspy as it cracks in the middle, “can’t even be mad i got stung—not when you let me fuck you l-like this. so…feels so good—’m c-cumming.”

it’s not the first time al-haitham has cum in you—but it’s never felt like this before. it’s hot, his cum—it spills into you and coats your walls in a sticky mess that forms a ring at the base of his cock as it pumps into you. the mess of his release and your arousal coats both of your thighs, leaking from your abused cunt and smearing along your skin. you can feel him twitch with every rope, can feel the way he throbs as he spills into you and paints your walls white with his release. it’s desperate—needy and so, so filthy, just like the sounds he makes into your ear, breathless pants that make your stomach do flips as you listen to him fall apart and break. 

he slumps as he finishes, your body falling against him as you both pant harshly and catch your breaths. he kisses your neck delicately as you stroke his hair, admiring his spent form under you.

“as much as i hate that you got stung,” you mumble, “this…this might not have been the worst thing.”

“oh yeah?” he snorts, looking up and raising a brow—it’s only then that you feel it, the twitch of his still hard cock, still buried deep in your abused cunt, “are you sure? because we aren’t nearly finished yet—i really hope you’re prepared to take it.”

the textbook may have lied, you think—this is not mild at all. this might delay your trip quite a bit.

i would go with him hoping he gets stung every time so i could suck the soul out of him tbh