#Subzero x gn reader

[satansamwriting]

Would write headcannons on how Smoke, Kuai Liang and Bihan would treat you on their anniversary with g/n reader?

MK1 HC, How they are on their birthday with GN!reader

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Hiya anon, I know you only asked for how the boys would treat you on their birthday but I thought it'd be fun to see how they would also treat you on your birthday.

This is a short headcanon.

I hope I did your prompt justice!

Characters : Smoke, Kuai Liang, Bi-Han

Disclaimer : Enlgish ain't my native language. Mistakes might be found in this. I apologies for them, I'm trying my best.

Enjoy!

Smoke's birthday

Wouldn’t notice what day it is

Goes about his day as usual meaning he’d mostly be patrolling around and training. 

He’d be confused for a second when you wished him happy birthday.

Has to look on a calendar to confirm what day it is. 

He’d jokingly complain about being a year older.

If you ask him what he wants to do on his birthday, he would just shrug.

The Lin Kuei never did anything for  birthdays so Tomas doesn’t expect anything.

“Your presence is a gift in and of itself, I don’t need anything else.”

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(Y/n) would have none of it. Even if Tomas had affirmed them that he was fine with not having anything on his special day, that didn’t sit right with them. After a hard training, (Y/n) searched for the one person who knew Smoke better than them. 

“You're going to help me bake a cake.” They said to Scorpion once they found him meditating somewhere within the temple.

Surprisingly, the man agreed. 

Hours later, Smoke entered his room only to find the two of them waiting for him. A small cake laid on the table in between. Touched by the gesture, Smoke would smile, thanking whoever was up there for having met you.

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Your birthday 

Although this man didn’t care about his own birthday, it's the complete opposite with yours.

He remembers the date for a start.

He wouldn’t do something extravagant since again, the Lin Kuei usually didn’t do anything for birthdays.

However, you can expect to find flowers inside your room.

It's not much, but the gesture still makes you smile.

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Finished with training for the day, they walked back to their own room for a well earned shower. Upon entering the dark lit room, (Y/n) was surprised when the light opened by themselves. There in the middle of their room were Smoke and Scorpion. Tomas was holding a plate with sweet bread on it, candles placed on top.

“Sorry, that’s all we could get.” Smoke said sheepishly.

Blowing out the candles, they smiled at the two boys.

“It's perfect.”

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Kuai Liang's birthday

Much like smoke, this man doesn’t realise what day it is

Except, some of the other soldiers in the Lin Kuei would wish him a happy birthday.

One of them being you.

Give him a kiss and he’d melt all the snow around.

Saying something along the lines of you being the only gifts he needs.

Sadly, much like Tomas, this man focuses more on his duties for the clan than anything else. Even when it's his special day.

What he doesn’t know is that you and Smoke had made something for him.

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“Happy Birthday.” (Y/n) exclaimed in between chuckles. 

Kuai Liang was surprised to see (Y/n) waiting for him by his bedroom door. It was rather late into the night. Wondering why they were there, the pyromancer found himself being lead by the hand somewhere else.

Arriving at one of Scorpion’s favourite places within the temple, (Y/n) smirked. Stepping slightly to the side, they tried their best to look innocent. Suspicious about something, Kuai failed to notice the smoke pooling at his feet. In a blink of an eye, sweet frosting was smeared on his face. Scorpion glared daggers at Smoke, who had finished materialising. 

Scorpion eyed them both before taking some of the frosting with his fingers. Despite the best effort to look menacing, Kuai Liang was smiling.

“You better start running.” 

Your birthday

“I just want to mention, it was their idea.” Tomas said before evaporating into a puff of smoke.

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The moment you leave your room, two warm arms wrapped around your waist.

Wishing you a happy birthday, Kuai Liang would sadly have to leave you in order to complete his duty around the temple. 

Just like Smoke, this man would give you flowers.

I mean, the Lin Kuei temple is pretty isolated so there’s not much in terms of gifts.

Bi-han would silently judge his brother for caring about such a thing.

Watch out, Kuai Liang remembers what you’ve done on his birthday.

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“Happy birthday!” 

Finding a note inside their room asking them to meet in one of the Lin Kuei’s gardens, (Y/n) smiled. They haven't seen their partner for the entire day, since the man was always very busy. However, they suspected that Bi-Han, being the grumpy killjoy that he is, was behind this.

They did not think about what this simple note could mean. (Y/n) found out the hard way when, as they entered the garden, a cake was smeared on their face. 

Removing the frost blocking their eyes, (Y/n) stared at the two smirking boys. The cake was sweet, despite having been destroyed on their face. As laughter erupted inside the garden, (Y/n) could not have asked for a better birthday.

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Bi-Han's birthday

Oh boi.

This man would be grumpier than usual.

Would avoid anybody, even you.

He knows what day it is, that’s why he’d be this way.

Asking for the reason to Kuai would result in nothing.

Even his brother didn’t know why Bi-Han became this way on his birthday.

Good luck finding time to talk to him, he's busy being the Grandmaster.

The Lin Kuei did not celebrate birthdays

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Watching the cryomancer from afar, (Y/n) sighed. The man was giving everyone the cold shoulder. If Bi-Han wished to stay alone for the day, they would respect his wishes. However, that didn’t mean they couldn’t make something for him. Determined, they left their spot. 

Late into the night, Bi-Han walked through empty halls, his footsteps echoing on the frozen stones. Once inside his room, the grandmaster frowned. Resting on his desk was a box. He could feel heat coming from the inside. Approaching the object carefully, Bi-Han opened it. Dumplings, somehow still warm, laid on a plate inside the box. A little card was placed on the side with two simple words on it.

Baking a cake was out of the question since the cryomancer despised sweets.

An idea eventually popped in their heads. Content with it, (Y/n) marched toward the kitchen. 

“Happy Birthday.”

Your Birthday.

Alone in his room, Bi-Han would eat his gift, the tiniest smile on his face.

0o0o0o0o

If you think this man would act differently on your birthday, you’d be wrong.

You don’t see him for the entire day.

He’s busy being the grandmaster, he doesn’t have time for frivolous thing such as this.

Well his cold attitude is just a front.

Don’t get me wrong, Bi-Han still thinks celebrating birthdays to be beneath him but he can see how it affects your mood when he remains the only one not wishing you happy birthday.

Kuai Liang confronts him about it but Bi-Han keeps his facade up. 

Unknown to both you and his brother, he did have a gift for you.

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“Open it.” Bi-Han cold voice was muffled by the mask he still wore.

Fresh out of the shower, (Y/n) laid peacefully on their bed, a book nestled in between their fingers.

Suddenly, someone knocked at their door, breaking their concentration. Opening the door, surprised flashed across their face as Bi-Han came to view. Worldessly, the grandmaster pushed something on their chest. Puzzled, (Y/n) glanced at the object now in their hand. It was wrapped clumsily with brownish paper. 

Not wanting to make the cryomancer wait, (Y/n) removed the wrapping to reveal a beautiful dagger. The silverish blade simmered under the light. The handle was a deep blue, almost the exact same shade as Bi-Han’s clothes. 

“I love it, thank you.” 

Humming, Bi-Han turned to leave. Peering over his shoulder, he wished them a happy birthday before walking away.

[freyito]

Can I request about Bi han, Kuai Liang and Tomas' reactions to readers who sacrificed their lives for them?

(The reader rushed in to take the attack on their behalf and the reader was seriously injured and almost died, something like that.)

✧ a/n: hmmmmm HMMMMMMMMMMM... i have a MASSIVE piece im working on for all the men in mk1 for a reader who ALMOST dies, so unfortunately in this one. reader does die. a little angst never hurt nobody, right? :P

I ALSO CHOKED UP A LITTLE WRITING TOMAS' LOWKEY ITS 5 AM WHO LET ME WRITE THAT

🗒 cw: gn reader, reader dies, descriptions of death, descriptions of wounds, blood/gore, angst, hurt/no comfort, hints at depression, grief/grieving, suicidal ideation(?), not proofread

✎ wc: 1589

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴ ᴋᴜᴇɪ ᴛʀɪᴏ + ᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ

⎯ Bi-Han

Bi-Han should’ve seen it coming. That’s his first thought. Kombat is second nature to him, he feels as if he rarely fails. He’s independent, as well. Even with the Lin Kuei,– With you– he takes on more enemies he can chew sometimes. He’s stubborn, that way. To him, kombat is his entire life. He’s known the thrill of shedding blood at a young age, a dagger piercing a heart, a sword breaking skin. To him, there’s no need for reinforcements. He simply stands it. He knows the rules of battle far too well, every scar engraved into his skin a testament to that. So when the sword meant for him pierces your flesh, he is left… dumbfounded, in a way.

The next few days for him blur together. In fact, the minute he saw your blood, his mind went blank. He tries not to think about you in any way, because he is only met with the image of a sword driven through your torso, twice over. It feels like perhaps that blade was meant for you. Having to juggle the Lin Kuei and his beloved’s death takes a toll on him. He can put on a stoic face and continue his regular duties, but behind closed doors, he’s a mess.

Bi-Han doesn’t know what to do. The absence of you next to him, how empty the bed feels– how empty the world feels, it’s a haunting reminder. He finds no joy in anything, his anger bubbles over. Because he is afraid he acknowledges this sadness, he’ll lose himself. He’s a little more volatile, he’s less forgiving with the trainees, and he’s easy to take advantage of in kombat.

It is only after your funeral that he finally breaks. He held himself together quite well, despite being faced with your lifeless body, bloodless and horrifyingly still. And yet your face, oh so peaceful, as if nothing had happened. As if your blood had not coated Bi-Han’s hands. Blame is the only word on his mind, for days upon days he looks almost as lifeless as you did, his eyes dead and vacant. Nobody is home. He even starts to be less harsh on the Lin Kuei– even apologetic.

Finally, he cries. Late at night, curled up in bed. He feels pathetic, weak. Because he couldn’t save you, he can’t even remember what had happened, really. His mind forces the sequence of events out, every single one, except your blood stained torso, the sword having pushed its way all the way through, and the warmth of your blood coating his hands. He finds comfort in nothing, his days become increasingly dull. And when he cries, it feels as if he’s bleeding. His chest hurts, he cries until he’s coughing, until he’s dry heaving. Tears stain his face, they burn, his throat hurts from how much he’s begged, pleaded, prayed, that you would come back. That it was all some sort of dream. Unfortunately, Bi-Han is trapped within reality, an empty bed, a life lost of its warmth.

⎯ Kuai Liang

In battle, Kuai is balanced, he likes to believe. He can watch over himself, and he’s very perceptive. So when a sickle comes swinging at him, it’s you who he’s surprised to see. He’s ready and willing to accept his death. There is no greater honor than to die in kombat. He’d lament about leaving you and Tomas behind… but to see you so willingly take the blow, all he can think of is how proud he is of you. Before the stinging pain of loss grabs him by the throat. He cleans up the fight quickly, for once, he allows his heart to take the lead in kombat rather than his mind. He knows he shouldn’t, but every second counts.

Regardless, he’s too late. A jagged, uneven, deep slice to your neck. You bled out, aware of the battle that had raged around you. That is not the way Kuai wanted you to go, it’s something he grieves over separately. The reality of the situation hits him like a train. He finds himself unable to even stand properly. Everything reminds him of you, and nothing Tomas does to console him ends in a success. He operates on auto-pilot, unable to bring himself back to the present. He doesn’t want to. He won’t. He tries to shove the scene down in his mind, but no matter what he does, your bloodied face is staring right back at him.

With nothing else to quell his growing sadness, he trains. He thinks it’s anger that’s gnawing at him, clawing at him and ripping him apart. That, all he needs to do is take it out on a training dummy. Yet, each strike does nothing to take away the pain. In fact, his anger continues to rise. He takes a step back. And he understands.

At your funeral, Kuai is stone-faced. He doesn’t emote, he doesn’t show any sign of emotion. But he is afraid, truthfully. There are all sorts of emotions warring within him. It takes everything within him to not cry. Yet, when he looks at your face, he feels a sense of peace. Suddenly, everything is okay. It’s soothing, in a way. Knowing that now you are far away from the realm of kombat, of war, of duty. And the feeling of pride rises once more. He reminds himself that you died a warrior's death, something he couldn’t deny. No matter how much he wished he could change the outcome.

So, he continues to live on. Kuai Liang wants nothing more than to wallow, sob, scream out your name, bring you back by whatever means. But at the same time, he knows he must continue. In his own way, it is to honor you, as well. Recovery is not linear, and he will stumble. He will hurt, he will cry, he will fall. But he has to get up. It is how the world goes, he reminds himself. Not to mention the Shirai Ryu, they need a strong leader. He can lament all he wants, but your sacrifice has brought him a second chance at life. He will not ruin it.

⎯ Tomas Vrbada

Stealth is Tomas’ specialty. But when a mission goes awry, he’s a deadly opponent as well. He does not fail often, he is a deft hunter. Yet, somehow, for some reason lost to him, he had missed his mark. A single archer, positioned somewhere along the wall of the rampart. An arrow struck through your throat, an uncomfortable, horrid gagging and moaning slipping from your mouth. And suddenly, Tomas’ focus is broken. The archer has slipped away– it seems that you were their target. And he finds that unforgivable. Cowardly, even. But he does not chase. He won’t. 

He speaks to you as you bleed out, time is short, and he can’t get you to medics right away. But, pulling out the arrow is not an option either. He tries his best to comfort you, pushing back his own tears. He’d rather have you die with something, someone by your side. Even if words are meaningless, there is some peace sought out within them. And when you take your last, harsh, pained breath, Tomas relaxes. But he isn’t happy, of course. Far from it. The battle is over, and he is met with the face of loss once more.

Tomas knows grief by heart. Losing someone he’s loved, it is a feeling he revisits every waking day. Yet, he hadn’t been graced with a fresh wound like this in some time. He… doesn’t know what to do. Perhaps it is because he has forced his own emotions down, he does not know. Regardless, his world shifts, an inch off the center. Nothing is sure, nothing is right. The stars at night do not shine as brightly as they did when you were present, the moon does not seem as ethereal, the sun holds no other purpose than a light in the absence of yours. 

Your funeral paints over the image Tomas had often dreamed of, A modest celebration, a ring on your finger, a beautiful bouquet. It doesn’t matter how peaceful you look, he is forever haunted by the choking in your throat, the blood running from your mouth, your neck, coating your torso as he stood helpless. He is sullen, he sulks the entire time. But none blame him. Part of him wants nothing more than to climb into your casket and curl up next to you, hug you. Perhaps he wants to be buried with you, or perhaps he is seeking out that last bit of touch, before you become another one of his routine visits.

Tomas is… broken, understandably. He shuts himself away, hiding from his brother and Hanzo every so often. And when he is with either of them, he doesn’t emote much, he doesn’t talk much, he is gone. He feels like a husk, living dead. And when people point it out, he tries his best, oh, how hard he tries. He tries to be all smiles and sunshine, he overdoes it sometimes. He wants to live on in your memory, of course. But, your death instills a fear within him. Attachment, remembering and knowing that death will always be looming around the corner, ready to take. And take. And take. As it always does. As it always will. Tomas will get better, he will heal. But, he will grieve all the same. He will lead his life with you in his heart, same with his family.

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[kentstoji]

MEME TIME. | PART II.

new era! bi-han, who only used you for the advantages and benefits that a relationship could bring. power, renown and influence. from his perspective, you were merely another pawn on a board in a game between mortals and gods.

a lovely and manipulable pawn. still a pawn. irrelevant in many ways.

one of the biggest obstacles in your relationship has always been his indifference. sometimes you wonder why he started a romantic relationship, only to be negligent and cold. were you the problem?

at first, you tried to avoid thinking that way. tomas, the grandmaster's younger brother said you were perfect! but to be honest, tomas was the human definition of the word: sympathy. (he was a trained killer).

but over time, avoiding the inevitable train of thought became impossible. and when a creature, elegant and sensual, appeared in bi-han's life, it was clear to you that there was something wrong in this relationship.

(and judging by the disdain that was permanently planted on kuai liang's face, you weren't the one to blame).

her name was sareena, she was a demon and you couldn't hate her. she was beautiful, in every way. (magnetic. extraordinary).

even when you witnessed intimate moments that you begged to have with him, everything was so natural. knowing glances, gentle touches in moments when they thought no one was looking — and everyone was, waiting for something. a break in the trust of vows he made to you.

the imposing figure of the grand master was seen with a new companion at his side. it was her. the third participant in your relationship, but she was treated with respect and dedication.

you were the other, apparently. even in his actions, this was reflected. the vows of loyalty and love were just empty words.

there came a time when you got tired of living like this, tired of the neglect or constant silence.

and it was during this period that the invasions began, and other titans began to explore the timeline that liu kang conceived. and among them, there were three immortal variants of bi-han who began to stalk you, fascinated by you...

[johnkahner]

Bi-Han x Reader drabble

AN: This is my first time writing anything for Mortal Kombat. Also, not all that experienced in writing. I'll try my best to improve my writing. This hasn't been proof read.

Notes: Gender-Neutral reader, Minors DO NOT interact, Suggestive Themes (nothing actually happens tho), and soft Bi-Han (well only to you lol)

It was an early morning. The light was beginning to shine through the window of their bedroom. Bi-Han’s arms are holding his spouse in place. He’s in a deep sleep. His lover is slowly waking up. Wiggling trying to free themselves from the grasp of the cryomancer to start their morning. 

However, his sleeping form has different plans. He wraps his partner even closer to his body. Their body warming the cold man. Kissing his lips and giving them a little nibble. Bi-Han mumbles when they do this. Slowly opening his eyes to see his other half looking at him. 

“Qīn, just stay in bed for now”

“Bi-Han. We need to get up.”

“Let’s stay in bed a little longer.” He moves one of his arms to cup their face. He lowers his face to kiss his love. He slips his tongue into their mouth. A heated makeout session begins. He rolls over to get on top of his spouse. 

His elbows being placed by their head. Hips grinding. The room filled with grunts and moans. Before things could truly get too heated in the moment. There is a knock at their door. Leaving one last kiss on his lover’s lips. He huffs in annoyance. 

“Who is it?”

“Grandmaster, it’s Sektor. An emergency happened. We need your assistance. I’ll explain more on the way there.”

“I’ll be there in a moment.” He grumbles. The two get up, and begin to dress to begin their day. Once they are completely ready. His spouse heads to the door, but Bi-Han grabs their wrist. Pulling them close to his body. Putting his mouth to their ear, in his low raspy voice he says, 

“Don’t think this is over just yet. We’ll finish this tonight.” He then kisses them on the lips and pulls away to leave the room. Listening to what Sektor said was a problem. Leaving his lover anticipating what would be happening later that night.

[buggyjuggie]

Hi! Can you write Mk mans x Pokémon trainer reader?

Basically reset somehow got into Earthrealm with not way back to their world and Liu Kang decided to kick them as one of his champions since he saw a potential in them. And when reader explains their world they like “Well yeah we have a Pokémon that possibly can destroy world” and “once I battled against god and mafia when I was ten haha”

──★ ˙ ̟ Random Mk1 men x GN! Pokemon trainer reader

Note: Im so sorry that this took so long to come out my mental health kinda took a nose dive with my creativity and i didn’t want to half ass this so that’s why this ended up being so short I apologise

「 ✦ Havik ✦ 」

* Lets start with just a random man Havik: he LOVES you and your little creatures

* Immediately asks which one is strongest

*Has tried teaching your pokemon about the way of living in chaos and freedom (basically indoctrinated them into his belief)

* Havik absolutely adores hearing stories of your realm, like you mean when you were 10 years old you took down a mafia gang, competed in a tournament and battled with a gang. ALL OF THAT and your fighters these little things. He’s impressed and entertained for hours

* Havik’s favourites are poison, ghost and rock type pokemon

「 ✦ Johnny Cage ✦ 」

* ,, Can i make a movie about these little guys please 🥺“

* Buys them clothes, accessories and dresses them up, they’re like little plushies to him

* Haa definitely bought custom glasses with the first letter of they’re names for all your little friends

* He posts pictures about your pokemon on insta even tough you said to explicitly NOT do it (he just tells people its photoshop

* When you tell him stories of all the wacky stuff that you see in your world he desperately want to go to the point he begs Liu kang to send him to your universe

「 ✦ Liu Kang ✦ 」

* He takes care of timelines and also now your pokemon

* Because he is the god of fire Liu Kang radiates a lot of warmth so when he meditates all your palls lay down next, on or near him

* Liu kang spoils the crap out of your pokemon to the point where they are absolutely attached to him following him all the time, annoying him and and some just bite his legs a sign of love but also attachment

* Ok this ones obvious bcuz hes a fire god he tends to like fire type and dragon type pokemon

* Looks at you with the most concerned expression possible while your just happily smiling and telling stories about how you fought off a mafia

「 ✦ Bi-han ✦ 」

* Goes withouth saying that fighting, ice and flying type pokemon are most interesting to Bihan

* Bihan learns the hard way that you can’t train pokemon like little soldiers and you teach him how to properly train them

* If you and Bihan ever manage to return to your universe he’ll look at you with proud eyes when you win battles

* Tries to apply the same strategy you use when in combat to his own fights or training sessions for the Lin Kuei soldiers

* Don’t even try to explain how certain types are categorised or how some pokemon can defeat other with the most random luck because he’ll just end up with a headache

*. ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

[gamerwoman3d]

You are a writer, you are absolutely 💯 a writer's writer, and this is my favorite non-smutty Sub-Zero imagine, ever.

Go write more shit. I love you ❤️

Peeled Oranges || Bi-Han x gn reader ||

Ooc Bi-Han, poor writing, Bi-Han pinning after you, slight angst? pt.2 can be read here

Bi-Han knew that you loved eating mandarin oranges. Whenever you wanted a snack and had free time, you could often be found sitting in the gardens peeling an orange.

Ironically, you were terrible at peeling oranges. You often tore holes into the skin and juice would go everywhere.

Bi-Han often watched you trying to peel an orange neatly, and you'd always manage to tear a hole in it without fail. If it was anyone else, he'd sneer and think of them as incompetent.

But not you. It was oddly endearing, the way you'd stick your tongue out as you focused on getting the sections out as neatly as you could.

One day, he found himself joining you. Ignoring your surprised look, he gestured for you to hand him the orange you were holding. Although it took you a moment, you eventually complied hesitantly.

Bi-Han was good at peeling oranges, mostly because he often peeled oranges for Kuai Liang and Tomas when they were younger. Now, the muscle memory took over and he separated the sections neatly.

Feeling a small sense of pride as he saw the awe in your eyes, he carefully went through a segment and made sure to pick off the pit and strings of white off.

After making sure it was a perfect slice, he handed it to you and watched as you happily accepted and ate it. For a moment, he admired the way your eyes sparkled with happiness as he gave you the best slice he could provide before working on perfecting the next.

For a moment, he admired the way your eyes looked at him as if he was giving you the world. He would if he could.

Ever since that day, you seemed to think of him as your designated orange peeler. Whenever you wanted an orange, you'd seek him out and sit next to him as he peeled perfect orange slices for you.

Sometimes, he'd imagine you come to him for his company and not just his orange peeling skills. He'd often find himself staring into the distance as he waited for you to find him.

The two of you had something of a routine now. You'd approach him, he'd follow you and the two of you would sit in comfortable silence as he peeled oranges for you. Occasionally, you'd talk to fill in the silence. Sometimes, you'd share with him the orange slices.

One thing you would always do without fail was admired the way he was able to do it so neatly. Your eyes would watch him as though he was doing something great.

"I don't know how you do it Bi-Han," you chuckled, "you have to teach me one day."

He hoped you never learnt how to peel oranges.

A/n: Yes, this is based on that one poem about one girl who can peel oranges neatly and the other girl who can't. Yes, I also know this is a bad imagine. Why do you think I'm not a writer?

[icypopz]

when he gets jealous ♡

↬ request from anon ; Can I request for zayne? Please make a fic of him and mc where he is jealous and they making up after

↬ notes ; zayne x gn!reader

↬ from ice ; ohhh hell yeah we love jealous men in this house 🔥🔥🔥 also i wish the three LIs could meet in-game but since it won't happen i'll settle for making it happen in fanfic 😋 also did u guys see sylus because what the actual fuck HE'S SO FINE!!!

↬ warning(s) ; suggestive at the end

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

zayne is a very secure man. he's the youngest recipient of the starcatcher award, one of the most talented surgeons to ever grace the halls of akso hospital, and he considers himself a rather good boyfriend - all this means he has absolutely no reason to get jealous. at least that's what he tells himself when he sees you happily talking to another man outside your apartment. the tall blonde smiles softly at you as you chatter away, and it's only when zayne clears his throat that you notice him.

"oh, this is my boyfriend, zayne! zayne, meet xavier - he lives in the apartment next to mine." you smile as you intertwine your fingers with zayne, blissfully unaware of how the temperature in the room just dropped to subzero. "hello." zayne's reply is curt as he scans xavier, taking in his messy hair and casual outfit, a stark contrast to zayne's sharply pressed suit and vest. xavier just nods at him before waving to you, "i think i'll go have a nap now... have fun on your date." with that, xavier leaves you and zayne alone in the corridor, where you grin at him, "let's go plushie hunting!"

after way too many hours at the arcade and practically a mountain of plushies to show for it, you're both back in zayne's car for him to drive you home. just then, your phone pings with a notification, and you can't help but giggle as you read the message, "zayne, look at this. xavier loves feeding the birds at his apartment." zayne looks at the image, which is an admittedly funny picture of a bird falling into a water dish, but then he registers the second half of your statement, "xavier? oh." his grip on the steering wheel tightens, his knuckles whitening as he internally rolls his eyes.

this time, you notice how the atmosphere becomes slightly awkward. "zayne? is something wrong?" when he doesn't reply, you tilt your head to look at him, noticing the small furrow between his brows and the barest hint of a pout on his lips. as you're wracking your brain for what could have upset him, it clicks. "zayne~" your voice has that familiar teasing lilt to it, and zayne is already planning his rebuttal when you ask, "are you jealous~?" that catches him by surprise - so that's the feeling weighing heavy on his chest. he clears his throat, eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead, "perhaps."

now it's your turn to be surprised - you weren't expecting him to admit it so candidly. you laugh delightedly as he pulls into your apartment parking lot, "that's so cute!" "you have a peculiar definition of cute, then." zayne scoffs, turning the engine off and still refusing to look at you. you click your tongue affectionately before leaning over to pull his cheek, "you're so annoying! but i guess even the great dr zayne gets jealous then, hm?" his ears are red, and he just settles for a simple, "i suppose so." "you don't need to worry about xavier," you press a kiss to his cheek, "you're the only one for me." then, a wicked smirk curves your lips as you whisper, "and if you come upstairs with me, i'll show you i mean it."

it's safe to say zayne is no longer jealous of xavier - he just hopes your neighbour isn't going to file any noise complaints any time soon.

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[chlix]

baby, it's cold outside (no seriously it's crazy out there)

bf! chan x gn! reader: your car breaks down in a snowstorm and you have to walk home. chan is there to comfort you and warm you back up

pairing: chan x reader

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

word count: 4.1k

warnings/tags: snowstorms, car trouble, sickness, a long series of unfortunate events that leave the reader miserable for most of the fic

a/n: this is a request from @caticorn61 who wanted chan being apologetic for not answering his phone after reader's car broke down. this is perhaps more than what u asked for 😅 but i hope you enjoy it anyway!

You are on a historic run of bad days.

You've never considered yourself to be particularly unlucky, but this past week has had you rethinking that orientation. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. On Monday your alarm didn't go off, making you late for work. Even worse, there was a meeting you'd forgotten about, so you had to slide awkwardly into the back of the room and pretend you didn't feel everyone's annoyed gazes. Tuesday was grocery shopping day, but you found out they discontinued your favorite brand of chips, and raised the price of an alternative, so you were forced to go home chip-less. Then, when you tried to take the groceries out of the car, one of the bags split open and sent your eggs, cheese, and blueberries crashing to the ground, buried in slush and snow. A total waste. Wednesday you woke up to find your heating had shut off in the night, and you were now shaking fit to break apart. Although maintenance promptly fixed your radiator, you developed an itch in your throat that only grew throughout the day and had developed into a full-blown cough by the next morning.

Which is where you are now on a subzero Thursday morning, ill and irritated and crawling your way towards the end of the week.

Your boyfriend, Chan, talks to you on the phone in soothing tones.

"I'm sorry your week has been so rough, baby," he says, and you can hear the dripping sympathy through the phone. "I know how it feels when little things pile up like that."

"I just don't know if I can take it anymore," you tell him. "It's like I've been cursed. I'm afraid if I walk outside a piano will fall on me and crush me."

You're half-joking when you say that, but Chan can hear that the other half is vaguely on hysterical.

"I don't think anyone is moving pianos in this weather," he says very reasonably. "Just stay away from luxury apartments if you're worried."

You set your bag down and put your face in your hands, taking slow, deep breaths. Your phone is on speaker, and you can hear Chan hum, trying to comfort you even though he's in his own dorm across the city.

"It'll all be okay, Y/n. And I'll see you this weekend, yeah? I'll come over Friday night and you'll have me all to yourself. Just stay strong."

You exhale, long and loud. "You promise?"

"I promise. Be strong for me, babygirl."

You blink the dampness out of your eyes and straighten up. "Okay. I can do that."

"And drink some tea. Your voice sounds kind of rough."

"Don't get me started again, please."

By the time you hang up, you don't feel understood, but you do feel seen. You fill up a thermos with tea, put on your coat, and mentally prepare yourself to leave the apartment.

It's only two more days, you remind yourself. The weekend will fix me. It'll break this curse that's been placed upon me. You force yourself to have a positive outlook. You will not have another bad day. You will be strong.

All day, you force yourself to react to every potentially meltdown-inducing incident with grace and poise. You realize you forgot your lunch and have to eat cheap candy from the vending machine for lunch? That's totally fine. Your boss adds another item to your to list, forcing you to stay later to finish everything and close up? You really don't mind. Your best friend texts you that she's been stalking her ex on Instagram again and you won't believe it but he already has a new girlfriend, y/n, can you fucking believe it, we've only been broken up for like two weeks and he's buying her fucking jewelry, and you respond what an asshole. he has a new gf and he didn't block his ex? while your eye twitches.

By the time you finish all your tasks and close up, your face hurts from holding a smile you don't feel. You're the last one out, so you make sure the building is locked and make your way across the empty parking lot to your car. The forecast predicted snow tonight, and already the ground is littered with white. The flakes are fat and sticky- they're already building up on the undisturbed portions of pavement. You have to quickly brush off your windows and mirrors before you can get into your car, slamming the door behind you.

You made it. You survived. It was a godawful Thursday but you conquered it.

"One more day," you whisper to yourself. "Just one more day."

You lock the door and put the key in the ignition. The dashboard lights up and the engine turns.....and turns....and turns.....

A rock forms in your stomach.

"No," you say. "No no no no no." You twist the key again, but the engine whirs and whirs and whirs...and does not turn over. Your car does not start.

It's not news to you that your car is a piece of shit. You and Chan discuss this almost every night- what to do about this fuckass car. You've been resistant to letting him help you pay for a new one, partially because that's a lot of money and partly because you're sentimentally attached to the old rustbucket. You inherited it from a family member as a birthday gift, and so despite it being less than reliable you're hesitant to seek solutions. It's your first car, after all. It's a part of you now.

In this moment, however, you want to throw all that sentimentally down the drain along with the keys to this absolutely useless fucking rustbucket of a vehicle.

Not to worry, you tell yourself. I'll just call Chan to come get me. We can deal with my car in the morning.

You take out your phone and call him. The call rings out.

You stare at your phone, confused. It's not like him to ignore your calls, especially not at this hour. It's pitch black with winter but it's still arguably early in the night. Chan is likely to still be awake, but it's unlikely he's doing any kind of official task. And it's so late that he would know to answer; you would never call him for something frivolous at this time of night. You call again.

No answer.

Your patience is running thin now. You consider calling your best friend, but she's out of town visiting family. Your other friend, Seohyeon, doesn't have a car, and her boyfriend's car is currently being repaired. The bus you sometimes take is about a fifteen minute walk down the street, but it'll have stopped running this far out by now, so you'd have to walk to a further bus stop and then go to the transportation terminal and connect, which would take over an hour. You could walk to the subway, you think, but you lost your subway card weeks ago and never got around to replacing it, and honestly it just seems like a whole ordeal you can't bring yourself to stomach right now. Chills go down your spine, and you can't tell if it's from the cold or from the increasing precarity of your situation.

You try the engine again. No dice.

You call Chan again. Voicemail again.

You lean your head on the steering wheel and take long, deep breaths. Outside your window, the wind is picking up, making the snow fall at a diagonal instead of straight down. It would be terrible to walk in, especially because the direction you need to go to get home would cause the snow to blow right in your face. Your throat is killing you, but your thermos of tea is long since empty. Maybe you should just go back into the work building and hunker down for the night. Maybe you should sit in the car and turn into an icicle. Your head is a foggy mess, thoughts twisting all around. You're getting hysterical again. You can feel yourself cracking to pieces.

Think, y/n. Who else can you call?

You're all out of people you know personally, but you could call an Uber. It's pricey and arguably unsafe, and you normally wouldn't, but these are extenuating circumstances. It solves the problem of being stranded, and again, you can deal with your car at a later point. And at least when Chan finally calls you back, you'll be safe at home, so he won't have to feel guilty about missing your calls three times.

You lean back in your seat and open the Uber app. Thankfully you still have it installed, and it still has all your info in it from the last time you called someone to take you home. Just as you're about to finish the transaction, your phone freezes. The screen flashes, then goes dark. You press the power button once, then again, frantically.

Your phone is dead.

Immediately, you scramble for your console, searching for a power cable to connect the phone to the car battery. Your cable is gone. You remember, horrified, that you took the cable out of your car because the one in your living room at home had started fraying. You meant to replace it but you never did. You're normally pretty good at leaving the house in the morning with it mostly charged.

But it's nighttime now, and your battery is dead. You have no charging cables, which means you can't call an Uber. You can't call anybody. And you can't even go to the subway now because your debit card is on your phone, so you can't refill your subway card.

A terrible despair fills you.

You have to walk home in a snowstorm.

As soon as the thought materializes, tears start to well in your eyes. This is too much for you to take, would be too much for you even if you'd had a perfectly good day today. This isn't fait. How can this be happening to you? Why is the universe punishing you like this? And when is it going to stop? Again you wish you could just sit in your car and turn into an icicle, let someone else defrost you in the morning. You think having a piano fall on your head would be better than this.

Eventually you manage to get yourself to calm down. Sitting in this car freezing isn't gonna do you any good. It'll only get colder by the hour. You need to walk to the far bus stop and catch another bus before they actually stop running, and you really are stranded instead of just doomed to walk forty minutes in a blizzard.

As if there's a difference, you think bitterly as you put your useless phone into your bag and bundle everything up. You put your gloves back on, and your hat. You step out of your car, slamming the door behind you, and zip up your jacket. Of course, you hadn't thought to wear a scarf today, so your face will just have to freeze. After only 30 seconds you feel your lips cracking.

"Okay," you whisper. "Okay okay okay okay."

You set off in the direction of the bus.

-/-

The journey is long and cold. It's not so much the temperature as the fact that you never have the chance to get used to it because it just keeps getting holder as the night wears on. It takes a ridiculously long time to walk to the bus stop, because you're fighting headwind every step of the way. You want to close your eyes against the snow, but if you do that you'll veer off course or fall into the road or trip on an ice slick and die, so you brave the stinging and push forward. Then you wait at the bus stop so long that your already sore feet start to scream with pain. Your phone is dead, so there's no way for you to track the bus, but you conclude you must have just missed the previous one as it takes a full thirty minutes for it to come again. By the time the bus pulls up in front of you, your feet are almost buried, and when you take your seat, every part of you squelches and slides as the snow melts, drenching your clothes.

The bus is at least warm, and so is the transport center, but the second bus drops you off another twenty-five minute walk from your apartment and you're forced to walk- you guessed it!- uphill. Your calves are screaming from the exertion, and from cold, and from keeping your balance as you trudge through the piling snow. You have a death grip on your keys- if they were to fall out somewhere between work and home you would simply lie down on the ground and let the snow bury you. It would be more than you could take. But your keys stay in your tightly clenched fists, and soon your apartment building becomes visible through the dark and haze. You want to cry tears of relief but your tear ducts are frozen shut.

By the time you traipse up the steps of your apartment, you feel more popsicle than person. You are so cold. Your hands shake so much it takes you a few tries to get the keys from your pocket and stick them in the lock. You step inside, sagging as the heat blasts you in the face. All you want to do is collapse into bed and curl under your blankets where the world can't see you, to get a little bit of sleep before your torture begins anew tomorrow. The thought of going to work on Friday strikes a physical pain in you. You've barely survived today, and yet tomorrow looms terrible just out of reach.

You go to turn on the lights only to realize that the lights are already on. Your heart skips a beat. Did someone break into your apartment? Should you turn around and flee? But you don't have a car, and you certainly aren't walking back to the bus stop. You have nowhere to go.

A figure turns the corner and you flinch back, hands half-raised in some pathetic attempt to defend yourself-

It's Chan. He turns the corner and it's your boyfriend, standing on your tile floor in sweats and a big sweater, eyes bright and twinkling with how excited he is to see you.

"Hey, sweetheart," Chan says. "You're finally back. I saw you called earlier and got worried something was wrong."

You burst into tears. You're crying before you even know it, violent sobs that shake you and make water droplets roll off your soaked hair. Salt burns your frozen tear ducts, and snow is slipping down your collar, but all these small discomforts are overshadowed by the pure and all-consuming relief that your boyfriend is here in the flesh, asking after you and taking care of you, and you can finally stop fighting to keep it together. You can rest.

Chan makes a sound of alarm and rushes forward to grab you as you start to list.

"Baby? Hey, hey, what's wrong? Christ, you look terrible. Are you sick?" He tries to put his hand against your forehead but pulls it away just as fast. "You're cold as ice, y/n."

"I w-walked home," you try to explain. Your tongue is thick in your mouth, and it's hard to get enough air to speak through your sobs. "Car broke down, phone died, b-bus was late."

"Fuck, sweetheart. I'm so fucking sorry. That sounds terrible."

His validation of your misery just makes you cry harder. Chan pulls you into a fierce hug and you bury your face in his shoulder and absolutely lose it. All the stress of the last week crashes down on you at once, your misery overwhelming you. You grab at his clothes with gloved hands, and there's about four layers of clothes between you, and it's not enough, you want to be closer. But at the same time you can't make yourself pull away from Chan's embrace. He whispers soothing words in your ear, rocks you back and forth, presses closed mouth kisses to any part of you he can reach. He doesn't shush you, or try to calm you down. He just lets you have the emotional release he knows you sorely need.

When your cries start to slow, he gives you one final squeeze to catch your attention, and whispers, "We need to get you out of these clothes, hmm? Does that sound okay?"

You swallow the last of your sobs and nod morosely.

"Okay then. Let's take your jacket off. It's soaking wet by now."

You step back from Chan, still holding on to his arm as you stumble and sway. You're so tired. Standing up for even a second longer is too big of an ask.

"Just lean on me. It's okay, I won't let you fall."

Together, you unfasten and take off your heavy winter coat, letting it fall to the floor with the slush you dragged in. Chan is the one who crouches down to untie your shoes, and you lean on him for support as you remove one foot, then the other.

"Good job," he praises, pressing a kiss to your snow-soaked hair. "Let's get you warmed up now."

He leads you to the bathroom and starts the water running in the tub. You listlessly undress, leaning on the counter for support when you need it. While the tub is filling, Chan tries to leave, but you catch him by the shoulder on his way past you, stopping him in his tracks.

"Stay?"

"Of course I'll stay," he says. "I just want to get you a change of clothes."

You hesitantly let go of him, and he flashes you a reassuring smile before he slips out. You sit down on the toilet and wait patiently for his return, watching the water fill the tub slowly and feeling your thoughts move sluggishly in your brain.

The sound of the water stopping jolts you back to the present. Chan is back, in a regular t-shirt this time, leaning over the bathtub to make sure the water is the right temperature. Deeming it good enough, he turns back to you and stretches out a hand to you.

As soon as you sit down in the warm water, you feel about ten times better. The warmth unties some of the tension that coils your muscles, and it quells the shivering that had started up as you were sitting on the toilet waiting to be told what to do. Chan urges you to slide down so you're almost submerged, making sure almost all your body is enveloped in warmth, and starts dumping warm water over your head, soaking your hair and washing out the remnants of grime and slush. He's quiet as he does it, humming a low tune, and you close your eyes and let him do as he wants. When he's done, he taps your shoulder, and you sit up, mourning the loss of warmth as your back and chest are exposed to the bathroom air.

"Do you mind?" he asks. You shake his head, uncaring of what he's referring to. You'd let him do anything to you in this state. It turns out "anything" means washing your back, so you again sit still and let him do as he pleases. The pressure of his hands and the sound of his voice, still humming, gradually soothe your mind and body. You stop shivering and tune back into your surroundings.

He's subtly watching your face, so he sees when you come back to yourself and drops his neutral expression. "Back with me?"

You nod. The floaty feelings from being cold and hysterical are gone, but that just means the exhaustion of your day is hitting you full force. You hold out your hand for the washcloth so you can clean the rest of yourself, and he hands it over, but doesn't move to leave, which you appreciate. Now that you're calmer, you think you might be a little more embarrassed asking him to stay.

"I know you said this morning you were cursed, but I didn't think you meant literally," he tries to joke.

You let out a long breath. "I didn't think I meant literally either."

"Wanna talk about it?"

You shrug as you rub the washcloth along your legs, wincing when you remove your still-freezing toes from the water. "What can I say? It was a shit day at work with a shit ending."

"You said your car broke down."

You squeeze your eyes shut. You are not in the mood for this argument. "It just wouldn't start. I don't know what's wrong with it."

"Y/n..." He doesn't say anything more. He knows as well as you do that you'll get nowhere. It's enough to set you off though, now that your exhaustion is making you irritatble.

"It wouldn't have mattered either way if you'd picked up the phone when I called you," you snap. It's unfair and you know it, but before you can begin to feel remorse, Chan's face turns to one of guilt.

"I know, I'm sorry. I still had it silenced from work and didn't realize. When I saw that you called me I tried to call back but the calls didn't go through."

"My phone died. That's why I didn't call an Uber."

Chan shakes his head. "I would call this comical if it wasn't so clearly stressing you out."

"You can still call it comical. Just not within earshot."

"Surely you think better of me than that."

"I do," you say, completely serious. "Sorry. I'm not mad you didn't answer. It's just been a shitty day."

Chan squeezes your shoulder in understanding. "It's alright. I get it."

"I'm really grateful you're here," you say, and you're getting choked up again, emotions all out of whack. "I've never been so happy to see anyone."

"You called three times. Since I couldn't get a hold of you, I hoped you'd still come home and we could talk here."

"You're too good to me."

"I'm exactly as good as you deserve." He leans down to kiss you, long and loving and warm, and the last of the chill in your bones slides away.

-/-

The next morning, Chan calls you in sick before you even wake up. He has to leave for the morning, but comes back around noon with ingredients to make you soup and tea, and rouses you for lunch with all the care and gentleness in the world.  He curls next to you in bed despite your protests that you'll get him sick, but then, it's not like you protest that hard. You're still feverish and needy, and maybe it's not the most ridiculous thing in the world to want to lie in your boyfriend's arms as you recover from what you're pretty sure is mild hypothermia mixed with the flu.

"We were gonna hang out this weekend," you say morosely. "Now I'm trapped in this bed and you're stuck taking care of me."

"Taking care of you is my favorite form of hanging out," he informs you, cleaning away the mug and bowl to bring back to the kitchen. "And hanging up the phone on your boss is my favorite passtime."

"You did not hang up on them," you gasp, hand over your mouth.

Chan shrugs, unbothered. "They seemed a little too annoyed about my request to not tow your car out of the parking lot. I made it very clear that it better be there when you get back on Monday or else."

"So selfless. You could've let them tow it and finally been victorious."

He turns from the kitchen and sits back down on the bed. "You like that car. I'm not going to keep insisting you get rid of it when it means so much to you. Even if I do blame it for the events of yesterday." You glare and he puts his hands up defensively. "If it's not my fault or your fault then I have to blame the car. Sorry not sorry."

"Blame the cursed spirit following me around," you say, sinking miserably into the blankets. "It possessed the engine of my car just to torment me."

"Even more reason to get rid of it."

You're feverish and tired, but the conversation makes you smile nonetheless. "Ask me again when my fever breaks if you still think I should keep it. Maybe it'll burn away the sentimental attachment."

"Don't get my hopes up."

You close your eyes as Chan kisses your forehead, and you slide easily into pleasant dreams.

[iliketangerines]

OK so like...you've seen Bi-Han's latest skin, right? The one that's basically a Magic Mike does Subzero type getup? What about a scenario where it's his new training gear and the reader loves it so much that she can't help expressing her...appreciation of how it looks on him.

let me show you

a/n: i wanted a softer bi han, so here's softer bi han

pairing: bi han x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), blow jobs, handjobs

you can’t help but bite your lip as you admire Bi Han in his new outfit

it was certainly something else: his chest fully out and his pants skin tight, especially around his groin

even from across the training grounds, you can see how his cock strains against the material even soft, and an idea crosses your mind

you walk up to Bi Han giving him a small kiss, and he smiles softly at you, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, as he draws you in close

you lean in close to his ear and tell him to meet you in the closet by the kitchens before sauntering off, making sure to sway your hips back and forth

you don’t have to wait long in the closet as he opens the door and closes it behind him, clicking the lock in place as you smile up at him through your eyelashes

you crowd him against the door, kissing him deeply and running your fingers through his hair as he groans into your mouth and holds onto the small of your back

your other hand trails down and squeezes at his crotch, and he moans into your mouth at the feeling, hips bucking into your hand

you smile into his mouth and pull away and drop down to your knees, winking up at him as you lean in close to his crotch

you mouth at him through the fabric, running your tongue along the outline of his straining cock, and his hand flies down to grip at your hair as you lick him through the fabric

he pants into the air and leans his head back to rest against the door as you thoroughly wet the fabric of his pants with your spit

his hips jerk into your face, and you get the idea to start undoing the buckles to release him from his bottoms

his cock springs out from his underwear insistently, tip red and flushed as pre-cum drools from the slit and drips down the length

you lick your lips and use your hand to spread the pre-cum along the shaft, and your other hand comes up to fondle his balls

he groans into the air quietly, trying to keep his noises to a minimum as you slowly pump him in your hand, teasing him with little kitten licks to the tip

finally he growls out at you for more, and you smile up at him and place your lips on his tip, pressing your tongue into the slit before sliding deeper onto him

he groans at the feeling of your wet and warm mouth around his sensitive cock, and you bob your head up and down slowly, using your hand to pump what didn’t fit into your mouth

his head is thrown back as he lets out small pants and grunts into the hair as his slowly goes deeper and deeper into your mouth until your nose hits his pelvis

you focus on breathing through your nose as you stay like that, fingers flexing into his thighs as you try to focus

Bi Han grunts and his hips slightly thrust forward into your throat, causing you to gag and your throat to tighten around his tip

he can’t help it as he holds onto your head and starts fucking into yout mouth, using you as a toy as he chases his high

tears run down your face and your fingers dip into his hips, but you let him use you as he pleases

the sounds of your wet mouth around him and the sight of small tears dripping down the side of your face is enough to send Bi Han over the edge

he grunts and buries himself deep inside of you as he cums down your throat

you struggle to swallow it all, but when he slips out of your mouth, you stick your tongue out and show how you’ve drinken it all

he rubs your cheek with his thumb lovingly, chest heaving as he tries to regain his breath and his focus

he drags you back up and kisses you deeply, grunting at the taste of him still in your mouth, and he turns you around so that your back slams into the door

he kisses your neck, sucking a hickey high into the skin and trailing kisses down your neck until he sinks down on his own knees

he tugs at your bottoms and tells you that it’s time to return the favor

neither of you return to training for a while

[ruumirmir]

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Rumour writes

ੈ♡˳ Reprise of a Rolling Mist - Part 1

Zhongli x Gn!Reader You, the revered God of Healing and Mist, one of the oldest friends of Zhongli, are not one to be easily taken down, but alas, in the Archon war of brutal massacres, you can’t escape death for long. 

ੈ♡˳ Pantalone + Scent Kink

Pantalone x M!reader Snezhnaya with its subzero temperatures doesn't offer much in terms of scent. The Regrator takes matters into his own hands.

ੈ♡˳ A series of voicelines from Pantalone's darling, to you, Traveller of a thousand stars

ੈ♡˳ The new Venator Dux in town

ੈ♡˳ Flowers for the Harbingers

Harbingers x Gn!Reader What does nature's flora have to say about you?

[bt-writing]

Winter's Touch

Link x gn!Reader

A/N: lord i love link so much. i know we're all playing totk rn!! this fic is pretty ambiguous, so it can be set in either botw or totk, it has no spoilers for either game :) and to all of my followers,

wow! it has been an AMOUNT of time since i last wrote something! i'm sorry for falling off the map, but i'm sure you all know how life goes. i'd also like to say that i know, as all of my works have been genshin based, that you all most likely followed me for my genshin content, and i appreciate all of you so much. i've had so many kind, encouraging comments that made me feel proud of my work. but, truthfully, i will most likely not be writing any more genshin content for the foreseeable future. unless i get back into the game, which is unlikely. i'll most likely continue to write here and there, but who knows what fandom it will be for?

anyways, thank you all again, and i hope everyone can enjoy this story! i put a lot of effort into it, and i hope i've improved from my previous works :)

SFW

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: You and Link are caught in a brutal snowstorm while traveling through Hebra. Finding yourselves in an abandoned cabin for the night, how in Hylia will you manage to keep warm?

Hebra's perpetual winter snowfall had been merciless ever since you arrived in the secluded northern region. The last few days especially had shown capricious bursts of flurries and wind gusts even more brutal than normal, heralding in the blizzard that faced you now. An unholy amount of the powdery, blinding white coating had accumulated, disguising any semblance of ground for what appeared to be the entire regionーprobably the entire world, from what you could tell. Nothing would surprise you at this point, seeing just how relentless the thick snowflakes had been since you arrived in this godless land.

A heavy sigh escaped from your chest and fell into cupped hands. The tips of your fingers and knuckles were flushed red from the subzero temperature that effortlessly seeped through your clothes and nipped at your skin. Even after rubbing your hands together like a plotting insect, they remained raw and aching, lamenting the loss of your cozy Rito-made gloves which were misplaced somewhere in a far-off stable. The chill felt like knives, an inescapable punishment for your disorganization, unbearable even through a heavy, wool-lined jacket and several other layers of essentially every article of clothing that you traveled with. As you brought your freezing hands up to try and revive your numb ears, you cast a glance over at your Hylian companion.

It had certainly been a number of hours since the two of you had departed from the Snowfield Stableーalbeit, you would argue it was more so a few days spent wandering the ninth layer of hellーbut it was hard to determine precisely how long due to the constant ambiguity of the murky, grey cast sky above. You couldn't help but pinch your eyebrows together, squinting to protect your eyes from the light reflecting off of the obnoxious white plain. Link appeared unphased by the icy insanity you had found yourselves in. He marched dutifully along the invisible path with his typical resolved purpose, his deep footprints leaving a trail to the rhythmic crunching of snow. The caped hood that Link wore concealed his pointy, elven ears from the onslaught of wind, but you were positive they were a similar cherry-colored shade as your own. Its thin fabric flapped wildly behind Link as he traversed the land, obviously experienced in navigating the ruthless northern tundra. The speed at which he walked through the snow was honestly impressive. You had long since tired, but he never slowed down. It was almost as if his stamina reserves were blessed by the gods themselves.

You, on the other hand, were in a much worse state. The journey had begun to turn your brain to mush. Lack of visual stimulation and the persistent weather beating down on you made it difficult to carry on. Yet, burdening Link with your fatigue wasn't an option. Trying to match your partner's pace, you took long, forceful steps forward, legs burning from overexertion. The additional weight of chunky snow boots, padded clothing, and your traveler's bag filled to the brim with supplies made your hike comparably more strenuous than any other you've been on. Giving thought to your exhaustion only served to make things worse, however, as with your next step, the tip of your boot failed to escape the crater your footprint had made in the snow and instead got caught on the very edge.

Thrown off balance, you stumbled forwards with a small gasp. Your hands flailed in a short motion by your sides in a meager attempt to save yourself from faceplanting into the cold, wet snow below you. Before you could kiss the ground, all of your momentum was halted by Link's hand wrapping around your wrist. His other hand shot across your body, reaching for your opposite shoulder and supporting your weight with his forearm over your chest. He turned your torso to face him directly. The knight allowed for his hold on you to linger, wanting to be doubly sure you found stability. Meeting his focused eyes, another sharp breeze whistled by your ear and sent a chill down your spine. The hood blew off from his head, unveiling his messy blonde locks and long ears which's hues confirmed your earlier suspicion. Link took his time inspecting your face, as if he were searching for the answer to some unspoken question, before breaking the silence.

"You're cold."

Your eyebrows raised incredulously. Cold? It was enough to send a small chuckle from your frostbitten lips.

"I don't know if you've noticed exactly where we are, but I'd say that more than simply 'cold' fits the norm here," you replied, exasperated by his statement. Though, before you could ridicule the words of Captain Obvious, he released his hands from your body, leaving you to silently grieve the loss of his touch. Gloved fingers played with the clasp of his hood before removing it from his shoulders and tossing it over your own. His knuckles grazed the exposed skin of your neck as he secured the cloth to you. His thumbs brushed past your cheeks and ears as he reached for the hood, bringing the oversized fabric to rest right above your browbone. Link's hands trailed down to your arms where he reached behind you to tug the sides of the cape around you tightly. It reminded you of a worried mother swaddling her child in a winter coat. Your chapped lips were slightly parted in surprise at Link's movements. The events of the previous minute had left you stunned, and his current actions weren't helping you recover in the slightest. As your brain fried, a tingly warmth filled your body. It erupted from your stomach and quickly spread to your face, staining your already red features a shade darker.

You simply brushed off the newfound warmth as the loss of wind-chill.

Although grateful for his gift to you, you were also concerned about Link's own well-being since he was the one now exposed to the elements. Your eyes traced his ears as they twitched from the wind's lashing. Adorable as the involuntary motion was, you had to object to his kindness.

"Won't you be cold now?" you asked, trying to deny the item. Even if you were slightly less miserable as a result, his health came before your own. Link was the champion, the hero chosen to protect Hyrule indefinitely. He was the one who mattered most between the two of you. Yet, Link closed his eyes and shook his head at your question. Snowflakes had already begun to accumulate on his dark lashes.

"No. I'll be fine. I have a tolerance for this sort of weather, anyways," he spoke bluntly.

It was your turn to study his face this time in an attempt to detect any semblance of a lie. His serious, teal eyes left no room to argue, and you knew it would be a losing battle to try and change his mind. When you could no longer bear to maintain eye contact with the boy, you cast your sight over his shoulder timidly, growing overwhelmed by his silent insistence. It was hard to look straight at him when it felt like he was staring directly into your soul. However, a dull silhouette in the distance caused you to perk up suddenly, catching his attention. A couple hundred meters away from you was a tiny wooden cabin, nearly swallowed by the dense horizon of snow flurries. The structure was most likely abandonedーthe flatland of agony for miles in every direction didn't exactly scream 'tourist attraction' to you, but at the moment it might as well have been the oasis paradise in a desert of frosty sand.

"Link—" you stepped past him, grabbing the cloth of his sleeve with urgent fingers. "Link, look!"

His eyes flickered down to your grasp on his Snowquill jacket before following your gaze into the snowfield. By the time he had managed to locate the structure, you had already begun to drag him along toward it. This was the most energy he had seen out of you in the last few hours.

After some minutes spent walking through the blizzard, you and Link eventually reached the little dilapidated shack, a lone shelter in Hebra's snowy sea. Not wanting to spend any more time outside than necessary, you quickly pushed open the shoddy cabin door. A loud creak! resounded off the bare walls, greeting the two of you as you made your way inside. The interior wasn't impressive by any means. Dust had amassed on the floor and furniture in a layer thick enough to see from your place by the door. A wobbly table sat to the left of the room, positioned right beneath a small, framed window, its glass frosted over by the raging snowstorm beyond the cabin's log walls. On that table was a partially used candle jammed into its candlestick and a few shards of flint. This was good news, you thought, as it provided a means to easily ignite the fireplace directly opposite of the door. An untouched bundle of wood was conveniently propped up against the stone mantel, begging to be lit aflame by the lodge's new inhabitants. Rest be assured, starting a fire was no doubt next on the to-do list. As Link shut the door behind you, your eyes glossed over the bed to your right. A single, flat pillow rested unremarkably against the equally lackluster bedframe. The remainder of the bed was covered by a hefty comforter adorned with simple Rito chevron patterns. Now this, you could get behind. The only issue was the size of the bed. It was a comfortable fit for one person, sure, but two people would be a tight squeeze.

Before you could ponder the issue any further, Link's footsteps pulled you out of your daze. The planks of the floor groaned beneath his weight, but he paid no mind, instead getting straight to work on building a fire. You smirked to yourself—he must have been colder than he let on. You wouldn't give him a hard time about it, though, as you weren't any better off. Deciding to try and make yourself useful, you made your way to the foot of the bed where the group of barrels were and began to inspect their contents. Not expecting much to begin with, your meager hopes were squashed as you removed the brown lid of each container. The first barrel contained a handful of chillshrooms, which sat snugly at the bottom of the cold, dark abyss. The next one provided nothing more than a few more flint shards, and the third barrel was completely empty, save for the dust bunnies gathered in its crevices. The poor scavenge wasn't a big deal, luckily, since your bag held enough rations to get you and Link through a few more days of travel at best.

Crouching down next to Link, you watched in silence as he stoked the starter flames in the fireplace. The faint heat emanated by a fire as small as this one still felt like heaven on your fingers, which burned from the blood rapidly circulating back through them. You gingerly flexed the joints of your hand with an appeased sigh.

The feeling of watchful eyes on you halted your appreciative finger wiggle. Link looked at you expectantly, causing an amused huff to pass from your nose.

"They were pretty much empty. Unless you're hungry for mushrooms and dust particles, that is," you joked. "It looks like curry again. Sorry."

Link held your gaze for a few seconds before leaning back on his hands and resting his eyelids.

"I don't mind," Link spoke, thoughtfully tasting his next words on his tongue. "Your cooking's good."

That same funny warmth from earlier crept up through your chest. Your cheeks turned soft and fuzzy from his compliment. Trying to keep them from melting off your face, you lightly bit their insides to hold the muscles in place.

"It's like, two ingredients," you said with a soft laugh. Pulling yourself to your feet, you shuffled towards the scrawny bed that your bag occupied. You undid the worn latches that secured your materials and dug around for the ingredients to tonight's dinner. "Although, in comparison to that monstrosity you made the other day, I guess anything is better—Ah!"

During your preoccupied rummaging through your bag, Link had managed to sneak up behind you without you noticing and teasingly elbowed your side in retaliation for your comment about his awful cooking. You chuckled in surprise and returned the gesture, nudging him with your shoulder as a toothy grin broke out on his face.

"It wasn't my fault," Link swore in a poor attempt at defending himself, "how was I supposed to know that monster parts wouldn't work in place of meat?"

"Yeah, because bokoblin stew sounds so delicious," you replied sarcastically. For how talented your Hylian companion was at most things, his incompetence at making an edible meal was rather endearing. Ignoring Link's fake pout, you retrieved the Goron spice and Hylian rice from your belongings and brought them over to the fire.

Before long, idle chatter and the aroma of spiced curry had filled the air of the remote Hebra lodge, imbuing it with more life than it had seen in quite some time. It was cozy, sitting there with Link. The heat from the spice danced on your tongue and warmed you from the inside out. This was everything you had wanted only a few hours ago. One of the goddesses must have heard your prayer, you thought, as you examined the frozen landscape through the window. The sun had disappeared from behind the clouds by this point, leaving behind a pitch black sky in its wake. The snow's reflection no longer stung your eyes.

With your body temperature raised and stomach filled, you couldn't help the large yawn that escaped your lips.

Right. The bed.

The time to face the issue of sleeping arrangements had finally arrived. As enticing as the small cabin bed was in your exhausted state, all you really needed to be satisfied was a spot next to the toasty, flickering light of the fireplace. However, Link was apparently two steps ahead of you. He suddenly rose from his seat on the floor and stepped over to the window, facing his back to you. You held your tongue and curiously waited for his next move. What you weren't expecting Link to do was slowly begin stripping. First went the gloves, which were tossed haphazardly onto the wooden table with a thud. Hands free, he reached around his back to undo the leather corset of his Snowquill armor. It joined the matching gloves on the table. As his fingers hooked underneath the hem of his sweater, you turned your entire body to the side, forcing yourself to look away and pulling your knees into your chest. Of course, there wasn't much privacy where you were, but he could have at least announced that he was going to change beforehand. The sound of thick cloth hitting the table sent a rose-colored tint across your face. You played with your fingers to distract your mind as he rustled through his own bag—for a shirt, you hoped. Considering the amount of time you and Link had been traveling together, it was a given that you had seen him shirtless before. Regardless, that scenario was always in a different context than your current one. The close proximity that the wooden shack forced you into felt much more intimate than usual.

Once Link had finished dressing himself, you hesitantly looked back over at him. Hanging loosely from his hips were the baggy pants of the Snowquill set, minus the boots, which lay toppled over each other in the far corner of the room. It took physical restraint to keep your expression stoic as your eyes found his exposed midriff. Never one to care about fashion, Link wore an old, beige shirt that was just small enough on him to expose the dips of his V-line. The sight made your tongue go dry in your mouth—you wanted nothing more than to run back out into that goddamn blizzard that would surely bring your body temperature back down to normal levels.

But, his face was what held you still.

Link had always been attractive—above average, even—but seeing him now, with the way the golden light from the fire bounced off of his handsome features, highlighting the soft pink blush on his wind-burnt nose and cheeks, it was more like an angel that stood before you. His hair was released from its rubber band confines, now free to frame his face and kiss the tips of his ears and shoulders. You couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to run your hands through its wild curls.

Completely lost in admiring the Hylian boy before you, it took you embarrassingly longer than it should have to notice what Link was actually doing. With a quick snap of his arms, Link rolled out his depressingly thin blanket onto the cold floor of the cabin, right next to the fire.

"Woah!" you exclaimed, the flap of the blanket hitting the ground bringing you from your daydream. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Link ignored you, grabbing his sweater from the table and bunching it up. He tossed the pathetic ball of cloth near the edge of the blanket, presumably to be used as a makeshift pillow. You had to stop this plan before it was too late.

Before he could sit down on his sad excuse for a bed, you dived face first into the "pillow" that Link had made, stretching your legs out to cover the entire length of the blanket. Your arms wrapped around the clump of sweater, pulling it close to your face to prevent it from being stolen. It was really soft, made from a similar material as your own winter apparel. But, most noticeably, it smelt like him. Link's scent was hard to compare to anything because it contained a touch of everything. It was nature-y, like rich evergreen and sweet nightshade, but also infused with campfire smoke and the vague traces of battle. In the back of your mind, you wondered if this spot on the floor was ultimately better than the proper bed.

The room was silent. Link hadn't made a single noise since you decided to belly flop onto the floor, and you hadn't really wanted to see his reaction. Your nerves got the best of you, however, and you slowly opened an eye to look up at your partner.

Oh. That was a new expression.

His eyebrows were raised high, nearly fully hidden by his tousled bangs. You didn't think Link was capable of displaying that many emotions at once. Confusion, exasperation, and intrigue all bled through his features, like he couldn't decide on just one to feel.

"What do you think you're doing?" he mimicked in astonishment.

"...Sleeping."

"Sleeping."

"Mhm," you muttered from your spot on the ground, "you take the bed. I want to be close to the fire. I haven't completely warmed up yet, you know?" Seeking cover from his skeptical gaze, you rolled over to face the fire directly. You couldn't stand the pressure of his questioning eyes on your back, so you out spoke again, trying to finish the interaction as quickly as possible. "Thanks for setting this up for me, though!"

"Get up," Link said with furrowed brows. He was having none of it. You absently swiped at his hand as he reached out toward you.

"No."

His lips pulled taut, visibly unimpressed with your childish antics. After a few more dismissive swats from your end, Link straightened his back and peered down at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. You should have known better than to test his patience. Now, he would make sure you paid in full.

A startled noise left your throat as two large hands shot towards you. Link had fallen to his knees in order gain easier access over you. His calloused fingers closed around your wrists, trying to hold you still as you squirmed frantically underneath him. You wouldn't go down without a fight, unwilling to surrender the wrestling match over the shitty fireside bed.

"No! Stop! I don't want to sleep on the bed," you cried out. Full-belly laughs were now echoing off the cabin's walls as you two play fought on the floor. Even though you resisted with all your might, Link's superhuman strength could only be eluded for so long before your inevitable loss came. In one quick motion, he brought both your wrists above your head, throwing you off balance and causing your back to collide with the blanketed ground below.

A painfully large grin stretched across your face, making your cheeks blissfully sore. You panted, slightly out of breath from the altercation with the oh-so-mature Hero of Hyrule. Link sat on top of you, being careful not to rest too much of his weight on your body whilst straddling your sides. He allowed for just enough pressure to keep your body trapped beneath his own. His long bangs dangled only inches away from your forehead. Those playful, sea colored eyes that you cherished stared victoriously into your own. The smile lines in their corners trailed down to lightly flushed cheeks that made your stomach do flips. Link wasn't the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve, so the rare moments where you got to see his more mischievous side made you long to see it again.

Once you had finally come down from your laughing fit, you let out a heavy sigh and stopped struggling to escape. That was when you noticed the position the two of you were in was... suggestive, to say the least. Link still had a hold on both of your wrists, effectively pinning you down underneath him.

"Do you give up?" Link spoke lowly. The huskiness in his voice sent shivers up your spine.

"Never," you whispered back, doing everything in your power to keep your tone steady. He examined your face for a while. You could only hope he didn't realize that the blush your face was from his proximity rather than the physical exertion. Then, in a motion that nearly sent your heart out of your chest, Link began to lower his face down to your own. The tension in the air was heavy and your body tingled everywhere. Shutting your eyes expectantly, you waited for Link to grant the wish you've had for a long time.

But the feeling of his lips on yours never came.

"Too bad," he breathed into your ear. Before you could process what just happened, your world flipped upside down—literally. Link had tossed you carelessly over his shoulder and brought you to the Rito-quilted bed. You hit the mattress with an "oof!" as he flung you down unceremoniously.

You laughed and complained, "Link!" at his actions. All he did was stick his tongue out at you and make his way back to his own bed on the floor. You had been totally and utterly defeated.

"You suck," you pouted.

"Get some sleep," he waved you off as he sat down criss-cross before the fire, monitoring its flames.

You stuck your tongue out at him from behind his back and pulled the comforter over yourself. Your heart raced in your chest. What were you thinking? That Link was actually going to kiss you? Embarrassment flooded through your body, making you bury your face into your pillow as a means of escaping the unpleasant feeling. Your palms were sweaty as you gripped the pillow case.

Link. You had known the Hylian for quite some time, having accompanied the boy on his hero's journey over the last few months. Being Link's companion had exposed you to his colorful personality, which was often hidden underneath his trademark stoic exterior. It had admittedly taken you a while to pick up on his idiosyncrasies, but once you did, it was impossible not to become smitten. The way he would roll his eyes at some stranger's tedious request and still agree to do it. How he would give the stables' herding dogs the rest of your meat when he didn't think you were looking. His wholehearted laugh anytime Epona jumped particularly hard, resulting in a startled yelp from you. Though, he never seemed to mind your arms wrapping tighter around his waist. Even the way his eyes become glossy when a traumatic memory hit him, avoiding eye contact but hovering ever so slightly closer to you, as if he were afraid that the past would come and take you, too.

You earnestly couldn't help but catch feelings for Link during your travels. Even so, you really wished that he'd be a bit more aware of the effect he had on you.

As your adrenaline slowly wore off, the exhaustion from the day hit you like a brick. Your thoughts about Link began to fade, only to be replaced by the sweet slumber you had yearned for all day.

~

Fwish.

After what was most definitely not enough sleep to satisfy you, a sharp chill shot through your body, throwing you from the depths of sleep and into the misery of consciousness. You groggily sat upright and turned your head towards the door of the cabin. There stood Link, still dressed in his sleepwear and boots, quietly shivering from the light dusting of snow on his body.

"Link?" you choked out, concerned as to why he had been outside. "What in Hylia's name are you doing?"

It took you a few seconds to notice the room had dimmed a considerable amount since the last time you were awake. The fireplace had greedily consumed all of the wood you had to offer, leaving nothing more than the shadows and a taunting pile of ashes in its aftermath. At the foot of the bed, the fruitless barrels from earlier were missing. Link must have somehow broken them down without you hearing and used their husks to fuel the fire. Yet, even that wasn't enough to keep the flames alive. The only light source remaining was a decaying candle three-fourths of the way melted and showing no signs of stopping soon. It was barely enough to illuminate the vermilion contours that winter's touch left on Link's face.

"The fire died," Link muttered through chattering teeth, "I went to check for more wood outside." He desperately rubbed his hands up and down his arms, trying to create enough friction to rid himself of the frostbite. "There wasn't any."

Link was a rather pitiful sight. He stood freezing by the door, underdressed and racked with shivers. Even his nonchalant expression was twisted into one of discomfort. Without thinking, still half asleep and driven by an innate desire to help Link, you pulled the corner of the warm comforter over your lap and patted the empty spot next to you.

"It's alright," you yawned out, "just share the bed with me for the night."

The air was silent aside from the wind's whistling outside. Link stood unmoving, his mouth wordlessly agape at your suggestion. You would have found his dumbstruck face cute if your patience wasn't wearing thin from the low temperature in the cabin.

"I'm assuming you haven't slept yet, either," you mumbled, scooting your body back down to lay in the bed. "Come on, already, it's cold."

With that final prompt, Link kicked off his boots and shuffled over to the bed. You scooted your back as close to the wall as you could go. You didn't want Link to feel uncomfortable sharing a bed with you, but he would only suffer trying to brave the night with no fire. There was no other choice but to sleep together. At least, that was the mantra you kept repeating to yourself as reality began to set in. The dip in the bed was like a splash of water to your system, sending shock waves straight to your now wide awake brain.

Link gingerly tucked his legs underneath the comforter, flinching as his foot bumped into your own. You could tell he was tense by the way he lowered his body down and rested his head on your shared pillow. Link was flat on his back with his face pointed towards the ceiling, hesitantly glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

If you didn't know any better, you'd have thought the cabin had teleported from Hebra to Eldin. It felt as though the volcanic heat from Death Mountain had invaded the bed and threatened to scorch you both. You held mutually flustered eye contact with Link for a few awkwardly prolonged seconds before flipping your body to face the wall, pretending like his presence in the bed wasn't slowly suffocating you.

"Uh—night," you murmured.

"Y-Yeah," Link replied, voice pitched a bit higher than normal. You felt the bed shift as he presumably turned his back to yours.

Pins and needles crawled all over your body. You tried your best not to think about the palpable tension that hung in the air. Link's leg twitched softly, causing you to flinch in turn. You needed to get a grip on yourself. There was nothing wrong with sharing a bed with Link, even if you did have a substantial crush on the Hylian boy. Right now, you were just two friends trying to keep warm. Nothing else.

You spent the next few minutes forcing yourself to think of anything besides your current situation. It worked, luckily, and after one final self-lecture for fantasizing about Link, your breath slowed and your body welcomed sleep once again.

~

"Ngh..."

You felt a small sound leave your throat, watered down from sleep and muffled by the warm pillow your face was buried into. Another content sigh left your mouth as you pulled the pillow closer and stretched out your limbs. Its gentle undulations lulled you in your near-sleep state.

Wait. The pillow was breathing?

Your eyes shot open at the feeling. You pulled your head back and nearly fainted at the sight. Inches away from your face was Link's own quiet visage. His soft, pink lips were slightly parted and his long, dark eyelashes fluttered in his sleep, most likely a subconscious reaction to your sudden movement. His bedhead while asleep was truly a sight to behold—to no surprise, as Link had a natural bedhead while awake. Honey blonde strands of hair were tousled messily against the pillow and curled slightly at the ends. You felt his arms, which were draped loosely across your waist, pull you back into his chest. He could probably sense the loss of warmth in his sleep.

You can't remember a time where Link had looked so at-peace. 'Good for him', you thought agitatedly, as you were seconds away from a heart attack. It actually hurt, how hard the organ was beating in your chest. Your stomach was doing violent flips inside you. The only reason you hadn't leapt to the other side of the room yet was that, even if you wanted to move, you physically couldn't. Not without waking sleeping beauty.

After a few seconds of meditative, although exasperated, breathing, you calmed down. Maybe this was alright. It was true, Link rarely had a chance to get a good night's rest. You two were constantly on your feet and Link always kept watch when you camped outside. He'd quickly shoot down your offer to take lookout shifts, refusing to hear another word out of you. Even when you spent the night at a stable, you knew Link slept with one eye open. He'd never admit it, though. He didn't want you to worry.

In an act of blissful defeat, you buried your face back into Link's enticing chest and allowed yourself to fully enjoy the moment. Hylia knows if this chance would ever come again. You sheepishly hugged Link, savoring the drum of his heart beating in his chest. The sensation of his body in yours... it was so warm. If love had a feeling, you imagine it would be like this.

Link's body began to shift against you. As his shoulders slowly hunched down, the angelic curls in his hair trailed down your cheek and his nose found its place in your neck. Link's lips were pressed against the top of your collarbone. Whether this was intentional or not, you couldn't tell. Your mental state was out the window. At a tantalizing pace, Link's lips placed featherlike kisses along your neck, wordlessly confirming that their earlier placement was no mistake. His kisses reached your jawline and languidly began to map out your face. From the curve of your cheekbone to your temple to your forehead, Link's mouth traversed the planes of your face, exploring each hemisphere in extensive detail.

Finally, the Hylian pulled away from your face. Your wide, dumbfounded eyes stared into his own half-lidded, cerulean blue ones.

"You never pulled away."

You were so stunned that you didn't even notice his lips moving. Every part of your body felt weak, you could hardly bring yourself to respond.

"Mm."

"Did you want to pull away?"

"No," you whispered.

"Good."

Without another word, Link brought his perfect lips onto your own. It was a funny sensation that quickly became your favorite thing in the entire world. You returned his affection in full. As Link trailed his calloused hands under your shirt and along your back, you quickly seized the opportunity to threat your fingers through his fluffy blonde locks. Hylia, how you longed to do this.

You couldn't help but smile into the kiss. Every nerve in your body tingled in elation from the way Link kissed you. He was gentle but passionate, as if he'd wanted to do this for a long time. Reluctantly, you broke the kiss to ask.

"How long?" you breathed.

"Too long," Link shook his head. That impish smile you love so much broke out on his face as he suddenly flipped you onto your back. A surprised laugh barely made its way out of you before Link silenced it by returning his lips to yours.

Link broke the kiss again after a few minutes. He held your face in his hands and rested his forehead against your own.

"You have no idea how hard it was," Link sighed. His warm breath tickled your nose. "Sharing this cabin with you, waking up to you tucked into my chest," he trailed off. Your face went red at the revelation—Link had been awake for everything. "I tried to pretend I was asleep in case you were repulsed, but... when you didn't pull away from me, I just couldn't help myself," he admitted, staring sincerely into your eyes, tracing the curves of your face with his thumbs. "You were just so warm."

You smiled giddily and leaned into the palm of Link's hand.

"It wasn't easy for me either," you chuckled, relieved that your feelings had been mutual all along. You wanted so badly to tell Link how dearly you loved him, but you knew you shouldn't. Not yet, at least. For now, you were content lying in his arms while he showered you in kisses. The heat from his touch made you think that, just maybe, this blizzard wasn't so unbearable after all.

[mingtinys]

Eyes on Me

pairing : park seonghwa x gn!reader

fluff , slice of life

warnings : none

word count : 3.3 k

requested ? no

a/n : park seonghwa is an absolute sweetheart but also a complete tease and i stand by that  — also believe it or not, but this was supposed to be short,,, uhhhhhhh

The weather channel, per usual, had grossly underestimated just how volatile the storm would turn. What was originally just supposed to be a light flurry with the slight chance of icy roads quickly spiraled into nearly a foot of snow knocking down power lines and trees at subzero temperatures. Your small, one-bedroom apartment became a pitch-black icebox within the hour. No amount of scented candles and fluffy blankets made it even remotely bearable.

Maybe, had the forecast been even a little more accurate, you would've taken the day to prepare better. Charge your phone, have a portable charger at the ready, gather non-perishable food and drinks. If you'd known the storm would be this brutal you might have even splurged on a generator. But no sense dwelling over it now.

The frigid air burns your lungs as you take in a deep breath, releasing it in a white puff. Your phone rests next to you, untouched and on airplane mode for the past hour in hopes to spare what little battery you had left. But boredom is starting to gnaw at your insides and making your fingers itch for something to do. It couldn't hurt to at least check the weather app for an update, you justify.

You let your impulses win, clicking off airplane mode and swiping over to your weather app. Your phone buzzes continuously, flooding with dozens of missed notifications, though one name, in particular, catches your attention.

Missed call from "hwa <3" — 9:23 pm

Missed call from "hwa <3" — 9:34 pm

New text from "hwa <3" — 9:36 pm

New text from "hwa <3" — 9:51 pm

Missed facetime from "hwa <3" — 10:02 pm

You can't even finish scrolling through the sheer amount of missed alerts when Seonghwa's name pops up with yet another call illuminating your screen. You debate it for a moment, but ultimately decide you can spare a few bars to answer him instead of texting.

"Hello?"

"Oh thank God," he sighs, voice raspy and deep. "I've been trying to call you for the past forty minutes."

"Sorry," you switch the call to speaker and tuck your arm back into your cocoon of blankets, already starting to shiver from the cold hair hitting it. "I had my phone on airplane mode to save battery and just now got your notifs. Is everything all right?"

"That's what I was gonna ask you. Do you have power?"

"Mm-mm, I don't think anyone in Seoul does right now. Do you guys?"

"No, we lost ours a while ago." He thinks for a beat. "Are you warm enough?"

"I'm managing. Got a few candles burning and some blankets."

"And your phone? What's it on?"

"Like thirty percent, should last me till tomorrow as long as I don't use it too much." You know what he's doing. And as endearing as it is, you wish he wouldn't worry over you so much and get himself some much-needed rest instead. A city-wide snowstorm seemed like the perfect opportunity to finally take a break from his responsibilities and busy schedule. But here he was instead, fussing over your well-being. You try to give vague yet satisfactory answers so he won't stress as much, yet he keeps going.

"And your door is locked, right?"

"Yep."

"What about food? The pipes might freeze, do you have water?"

"Went grocery shopping a few days ago, should be enough to last me until the streets clear up."

"Do you—"

"Seonghwa, my love." You cut his rambling short. "I'm fine, please don't worry about me so much."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I just don't like the idea of you alone with the power out, not to mention the temperature is supposed to drop even more." You can clearly envision Seonghwa chewing at his bottom lip, a nervous habit he could never seem to shake.

"I'll try to check in every few hours or so, but I really do need to save my battery."

"You know what? Why don't you just come to the dorms and wait out the storm with us?"

With the cold air seeping past your blanket fortress and into your bones mixed with the eerie silence of your apartment, his offer sounds tempting. But the anxiety of feeling like a burden stops you from immediately jumping at it. "Are you sure that'd be okay? I thought you guys weren't allowed to have anyone over."

"Eh, I'll just tell them it was an emergency. Besides, the guys would love to see you—"

Just then, a voice cuts in causing Seonghwa to chuckle. "Is that Y/N!?"

"Yeah, it is— I think they miss you more than I do. Hongjoong even said he might try and start up a fire in the fireplace."

"I didn't think that thing was even functional."

"I guess we'll find out," Seonghwa's gentle laugh warms your heart in such a way you forget for a split second about your icy surroundings. It would be nice to see him.

You consider the offer again and mull over the consequences, but still feel a bit apprehensive about invading their space. "I don't know, I'd hate to cause trouble."

"Darling, your safety is way more important than some stupid rule. I'll take the blame if it comes to it."

The raspy undertone of his voice has faded throughout the duration of your call, leaving behind a much silkier, honey-like tone in its place. It's something you've never been able to resist. You're ninety percent sure Seonghwa figured this out long and uses it from time to time to get his way.

"If you come over, I'll let you pick any sweater you want to keep warm. And after everyone goes to sleep maybe we can finally have some alone time~" He drawls in a sing-song.

You cave. "You drive a tough bargain, Park Seonghwa. Fine, give me a bit to gather my things and then I'll head over. Are you guys hungry at all? I have a bunch of stuff that'll go bad if it isn't eaten soon."

"Very."

"Okay." Unraveling yourself from the warm cocoon of blankets you'd cultivated is pure agony. The cold pricks your skin and causes your joints to stiffen up and ache. You stretch, a warm sensation flowing through your muscles as they flex. You grab a backpack and begin to gather containers of food and other necessities, "I'll try to be over in thirty, but it may take longer with the snow."

"Wait— You're not walking here are you?"

You shrug on the first winter coat you can find, it's not the best, but it'll do for the time being. You’re determined to leave before the snow picks back up again. "Well, I doubt there are any taxis running or Ubers available with the roads how they are."

"You're not walking all the way here in the cold, alone. Just wait there and I'll come get you."

"Seonghwa, I'm grown enough to walk thirty minutes by myself, there's no sense in both of us freezing our asses off. I'm heading out now, I'll be there shortly." You hang up before he has the chance to protest any further.

With one last round around your apartment to make sure you don't leave anything behind you sling the bag over your shoulder, slip your phone into your coat pocket, and step out onto the snow-covered streets.

You instantly regret not appreciating just how cozy your apartment really was. It could be considered a sauna when compared to the outside. Maybe you should have spent more time looking for a heavier coat or layered on some extra socks; because it only takes a few seconds for the wintery weather to infiltrate your wardrobe and sink into your skin. It probably wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the wind being so aggressive.

It's fine, you just have to make it thirty minutes, maybe a little less, you tell yourself. Though with the way you're shivering, even ten minutes might be a bit too ambitious. Regardless, it's too late to turn back now. So you trudge on, starting your treacherous journey with careful steps through the deep snow and ice. A good bit of it has already been packed down by others, unfortunate souls who likely got stuck outside on their way home from work when it first hit.

However, apart from the various boot marks in the snow, the street is desolate. Your only company being the occasional solar-powered streetlamp lighting your way. You're thankful they'd retained enough of their charge from the day so as to not leave you in complete darkness. True to your earlier predictions, the better part of Seoul seems to be out of power as well. The monstrous skyscrapers which would usually stand tall and illuminate the city with their LED advertisements are pitch black. They blend into the endless night sky, disappearing into the abyss.

White specks of celestial lights you normally wouldn't have the pleasure of seeing peak through the darkness and watch over your journey. You could really get used to this type of view. The sound of crunching snow beneath your boots turns rhythmic, and you find yourself at peace with the icy atmosphere. You decide to make a game out of sorting the bright stars from their slow-drifting snowflake counterparts dancing amongst their light.

It works like a charm. Because by the time you finally notice the tall figure swiftly approaching, you have no sense of how much time has passed. Their jet black hair is sprinkled with delicate white flakes and you internally groan at the familiar overcoat.

"I thought I told you to wait," you deadpan, arms crossed over your chest at the man before you.

"And I thought you knew me better than that," he leans down so that his face is level with your own and taps your nose with his finger.

"You're so annoying." You swat at his hand. "It's not even that bad out."

He quirks an eyebrow at your obvious bluff. "Not even that bad out— look at you, you're shaking! You know, I knew you wouldn't dress warm enough. Come here." Seonghwa motions with his hand for you to step forward, and begrudgingly you do. He unfolds the spare coat he has draped over his arm and wraps it around your shivering form. It's large and puffy, providing instant protection from the elements. Next, he pulls off his scarf and wraps it a few times around your neck, fluffing it up so the fabric covers your nose. It smells like him, and you tuck your chin down into it to relish in more of the sweet scent.

"Here, let me take your bag." You shrug off your bag and hand it to him without question. There's really no sense voicing any sort of protest when he gets like this, might as well just cooperate and enjoy the extra attention.

"How are your hands?"

You hold them up and wriggle out your fingers, a dull and numb ache setting in from the cold. "Mm, they'll be fine—" Seonghwa tsks disapprovingly.

Wordlessly, he takes your hands into his own and cups them up to his lips. He exhales out long, warm breaths that bring feeling back to your fingers almost instantly. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you watch Seonghwa tend to your hands with the utmost care. "You're so cute when you're all fussy about my well-being."

Seonghwa shoots you a look, but it melts away with your subsequent giggles. "I think you worry me on purpose."

"Gotta keep you on your toes somehow," you shrug with a wink, to which Seonghwa rolls his eyes in feigned annoyance. After a few more puffs, Seonghwa guides one of your hands to the pocket of your, really his, puffy jacket. He then laces his fingers with your own of your free hand and gently tugs you along. "Come on, let's get you out of the cold."

You gladly step in stride with him, walking side by side for the rest of the journey. Neither of you speak much, if at all for the remaining fifteen-minute walk. So you tune back into the crunching of snow below your boots and busy yourself with your surroundings.

Though this time, you find yourself stealing glances at the man beside you in leu of the night sky. He's somehow even more memorizing. From the point of his nose to the curve of his lips, Park Seonghwa is truly a sight to behold. You can't tell if the slight rosy tint on his cheeks is due to him noticing your lingering gaze or the cold. You'd like to think it's the former. You smile to yourself, content with the cold so long as Seonghwa is there.

The two of you round a corner and the KQ dorms finally come into view, grand in its size. You've seen the outside of the building plenty of times, yet only had the pleasure of seeing the inside once. And as Seonghwa leads you up a flight of stairs and to the front door, you feel more and more relieved to finally escape the elements. It grows as he takes out a set of keys and slips his hand from yours to unlock the door. Though, midway he pauses.

You tilt your head to the side, brows furrowing at the set of keys left in the deadbolt mechanism and Seonghwa's hand ghosting the handle. "Hwa~" you whine, tucking your hands back into your coat pockets. "Why'd you stop? C'mon it's cold."

His shoulders shake with a deep chuckle at your complaints and he turns on his heels to face you, a certain glint in his eyes. You blink back at the tall man, slightly annoyed. Before you’re able to voice your displeasure with his actions once again, Seonghwa steps in closer, pressing you back against the metal railing of the porch-like structure. 

Using two fingers, he tugs at the scarf he lent you, peeling it away from the lower half of your face. Your nose crinkles at the sharp contact the chilled air makes with your skin, though it doesn't stay for long. Seonghwa's palms, somehow still warm, find their place cupping your jawline.

You pull in a slow breath and hold it in your lungs as his thumb grazes over your bottom lip. His gaze stays locked with your own, only to stray downwards moments later. They flick back and forth a few times, only ever settling on your lips for no more than half a second before trailing back up. The tip of his tongue pokes out ever so slightly between his lips, a ghost of a smile pulling at his cheeks. Pretty, you think.

Your fingers twitch restlessly in your pockets as you wait for him to do something. However, his gaze grows heavier the longer the two of you stand there. A few more seconds pass and you finally duck your head and break eye contact, his stare too intense for your heart to handle much longer. But your attempt proves unsuccessful.

Seonghwa catches the underside of your chin with his pointer finger and tilts your head back. "Eyes on me, Darling."

Your mind goes fuzzy with his honey-like voice, and it's very possible Park Seonghwa will be the death of you long before the frostbite ever could. He leans down, cupping your face once more to guide your lips to his. The sly smile gracing his features only grows as you lift yourself onto your toes to meet him halfway.

There's a rush of warmth and adrenaline the moment your lips finally meet, he tastes of pure ecstasy. His lips mold to yours perfectly, moving delicately and without haste. Seonghwa kisses you just as he always does; like time as stopped and there's all the time in the world. It makes your brain feel like mush and your legs turn to jelly. So much so that you pull your hands from your pockets and grip the freezing railing behind to brace yourself. The action places the slightest of gaps between your bodies, one that Seonghwa remedies by slipping his arm down around your waist and drawing you back in.

Your hands leave the railing with the sudden action and you lose your balance once more. With a soft gasp, you break the kiss to steady yourself with Seonghwa's shoulders.

"It's okay, I've got you." He whispers, not even giving you half a second to recover before he dips back down to capture your lips once more. All the while his hold on your waist stays unwaveringly strong, pressing your bodies as close as your puffy coats will allow. You let your hands glide from the top of his shoulders to link behind his neck. Your fingers thread into and toy with the longer stands of his hair that lay in wisps at his nape.

It's a moment you wish to last forever and Seonghwa tries his absolute hardest to do just that. Wrapped up in each other, basking in the scenery and slightly dizzy from the lack of oxygen — in a good way. But unfortunately, even with his trained lungs that could hold the longest of notes on stage you'd ever heard, Seonghwa pulls away breathlessly. His eyes have a slight haze to them as he smiles down at you, letting his thumb graze over the skin of your cheek.

"What was that about?" You ask, voice breathy.

He hums. "Just wanted a moment to have you to myself before we go in." Seonghwa leans in one last time and places a chaste kiss in the space just between your eyes. "I'm sorry for keeping you out here for so long."

"S'okay," you beam at him, the corners of your mouth pulling up into a subtle smirk. "I didn't really mind the cold. However, I was promised one of your sweaters, so~"

He narrows his eyes at you, "Is that really what you've been thinking about this whole time?"

You look up and to the side, feigning deep thought, then shrug. "Eh, more or less."

His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes go wide. "More or less— wah! You're unbelievable!" He takes his hand from your cheek to poke the center of your forehead, sending you into a fit of giggles.

"Walk thirty minutes in the harsh Winter to make sure you're safe and this is what I get. The world really is cruel." He's all pouty and monologuing the way a betrayed Shakesperian character would as he moves to finish unlocking the door. Though the playfully dramatic tone in his voice and the minute curve of his lips dampen the impact of his whines.

"In all fairness, you did that of your own accord."

He stops struggling with the lock for a moment to shoot you a side-eye. You suppress another laugh in favor of not damaging his pride too much. Then you slip in front of Seonghwa and take over working the key inside the lock.

"And for the record—" A click resonates from the deadbolt as you successfully twist the silver key. You crane your neck and lift yourself up onto your toes so that your lips ghost the shell of Seonghwa's ear and purposely drop your voice to a purring whisper. "—I'll be taking your black and white striped sweater."

"Hey—!"

Seonghwa is cut clean off when you push the door open and a chorus of loud, excited voices shout your name. And sure enough, in the corner, is a small and flickering fire. Pitiful yet welcoming in all its glory.

[kentstoji]

ㅤ ㅤㅤ‹ CRUEL INTENTIONS.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ‹ 𖤐 pairing. new era! bi-han x gn! reader | platonic! liu kang x reader!

ㅤ ㅤㅤ‹ 𖤐 setting. mk1 timeline.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ‹ 𖤐 type. headcanons. | this part focuses more on reader's relationship with their friends and family than actually adding anything to romance (or in relationships with other yandere). some characters may be ooc, but everything here is for fun and writing exercises.

ㅤ ㅤㅤPART ONE | MEMES | PART THREE.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Immortality was not a gift but a curse, a heavy anchor. A cruel burden that Liu Kang, a monk who once felt the relentless touch of time, began to bear after gaining control over the sands of time. Since then, the God of Fire and Thunder was left alone with the stories he wove, his creations, and the ghosts of a bittersweet past.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Geras was a familiar face, but not quite the same. Merely a shadow. Liu Kang was, without a doubt, alone in this timeline, serving his own creations. Over time, he came to understand that, despite all his power, fate did not always respect his scripts.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— It was in that quietude that you appeared in his life: a sweet child, with curious eyes and an easy smile.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Loving you was easy. For the first time, Liu Kang could realize the fantasies he had shared with Kitana: he finally had a family. Becoming a father became his greatest honor, and he embraced this role with pride. You were his treasure, an unexpected variation in the code he had written, which made you unique in his eyes.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Liu Kang was a devoted father, always indulging your wishes but also knowing when to set boundaries. Beyond that, he was an excellent mentor. You grew up with everything you needed: knowledge, diplomatic training, and physical strength.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Johnny Cage, a champion of Earthrealm, would say that your essence was radiant, like a little sun. Inspired by your father's actions, you strove to be kind and strong. Perhaps that’s why it was so easy for you to be seduced by the empty promises of the Lin Kuei Grandmaster. Love, loyalty, honor— qualities you valued and sought in your marriage. But instead, you found a painful betrayal.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Sektor was a loyal friend, and although you noticed how her gaze lingered on your husband, she never acted on those feelings. You were always grateful for that. When the monks from the Wu Shi Academy came to collect your belongings, she was the first to try and understand your motivations.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Without hesitation and without shedding a tear, you revealed the truth. Bi-Han had made his choice, and you would respect it, even if it was a foolish one.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ“The Grandmaster wouldn’t be capable of such an offense,” Sektor murmured, shaking her head in disbelief, her braids mirroring her movements. “He respects you deeply.”

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— You laughed. The truth was already public. Everyone in the clan had seen what was truly happening between the Grandmaster and Sareena, who now wore the colors of the Lin Kuei, leaving the scarlet garments behind.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ“I believed that too, but maybe I never truly knew the real Bi-Han. And I don’t even know if I want to.”

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Even so, you were happy. You still had the support and affection of friends. After your departure, Kuai Liang and Tomas found time to visit you, often bringing Cyrax and Sektor along. These visits warmed Liu Kang’s heart, though he harbored a quiet fury. You were his greatest weakness, and any offense against you was enough to awaken the brutal side he tried to suppress.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— With the distance from Bi-Han, you returned to training and began building new connections. The champions of Earthrealm were captivating companions, each in their own way. Eventually, however, it was inevitable that you would find yourself in your ex-husband’s presence. On one of these occasions, you congratulated him on his victory over the Black Dragon.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ “It was an easy fight,” Sareena replied before Bi-Han. A sharp smile on her lips. “We make a great team, I must say.”

ㅤ ㅤㅤYou laughed, with veiled cynicism. “Of course you do…”

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Despite keeping up appearances, Sareena’s presence and that of her sisters caused a noticeable discomfort for Liu Kang. But he knew how to hide his feelings. The real tension arose when you and Bi-Han were alone. Your calmness and the innocence he always criticized remained, as if those three years of marriage had never existed.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— The first direct confrontation came from him, during a gathering that Liu Kang had organized. Dressed in the colors of the Academy, you were cheerfully talking with Kung Lao, exchanging cheeky smiles.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ “Now I see why you went back to your father,” Bi-Han growled, once the meeting ended. “To stay close to that weakling?”

ㅤ ㅤㅤYou paused, confused. “Are you being sarcastic?”

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— It was impossible to forget: he had brought another woman into your home, someone with whom he spent more time than he ever had with you. Needless to say, that night ended in a fight. Kuai Liang had to drag his brother away while Tomas apologized repeatedly to Kung Lao and Liu Kang, who watched the scene in disbelief.

[mrstsung]

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For recently, i have decided to not make any x reader fics and hcs for other people for the character shang tsung. I do not wish to share this particular character. So he is off limits. But anyone else is fine.

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I write hcs and imagines mostly. Full length fics are harder for my nurodivergent brain to do.

*added* i can write my own verse of mk12/mk1 shang tsung. But again i won't be writing him for anyone else,just myself or hc ideas. So if you wanna hear about them. I can do that. But sadly no x readers anymore of him. Again this is a personal choice.

Characters i will do:

Liu kang

Kung lao

Raiden

Fujin

Kuai liang (SUB ZERO/TUNDRA)

Hanzo hasashi(THE ONLY SCORPION!)

Bi-han(NOOB SAIBOT AND OG SUBZERO)

Reptile(lizardman look only because y'all cowards. Im not sorry)

Shao kahn

Johnny cage

Jax

Kabal

Kano

Erron black

Sindel

Kitana

Jade

Mileena

Goro

Kintaro

Sheeva

Quan chi(yes even him)

Shinnok(tho im not as good with him so plz bare with me)

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Any of the other elder gods besides shinnok because im not as good with them. So apologies.

Any of this titan nonsense. They don't exist to me. Sorry.

Shang tsung. He's my blorbo. And i have decided to not share or write for him anymore. So i really do apologize but i can't trust writing for other people with this character. I wanna write and self ship with this character in peace. So plz do not request any writing with shang tsung from now on. All my writing,art,kontent, for shang will be exclusively for myself only.

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[buggyjuggie]

Could you do headcanons of the MK1 Earthrealmers and MK11 Fujin with a skater punk reader?

──★ ˙ ̟MK 1 Eartrealmers and MK11 Fujin x GN! Skater punk reader

「 ✦ Fujin ✦ 」

* You imediatly capture his interest like bro is flabergasted at the sight of you

* He helps you with some of your tricks by using his powers and manipulating the air

* Always asks you questions-how do you do that trick ? Where do you go to practice ? What is your favourite band ? Ect.ect. He wants to LEARN

* Is always amazed on how you manage to turn simple objects that people would find useless into clothing/jewellery thats fits your style.

「 ✦ Kung lao ✦ 」

* Saw how cool you were and immediately wanted to try it

* Ended up on his ass and embarrassing himself in just a few seconds

* Until you properly teach him he’s pouty but still to watches you from the sidelines

* He really likes your fashion style, even tends to borrow clothes when going out for events or to Madam bo’s

* Skating and learning how to use a hat with a blade are both difficult but very rewarding skills to show off to people both of you try to help each other as much as you can.

「 ✦ Bi-han ✦ 」

* As it is with Bihan anything that isn’t useful in combat is useless in his eyes but since you are his partner he admires you from a far (tries to act like he doesn’t)

* It would take a lot and i mean a LOT of convincing and whining but he would make you courses and ramps to skate by using his ice powers

* While he might seem dismissive of your hobby the politics and mindset of being a punk is where it’s at. He’s very interested in hearing about what it actually means to be punk i.e ideology’s, politics, fashion, history and so on.

* Secretly really like your taste in music and listens to your favourite artist in private

「 ✦ Johnny Cage ✦ 」

* Definitely spends a load of money to buy you custom skateboards

* Johnny i feel is more into pop than rock music so if you are ever playing music while doing something you share so that it goes one song is pop and the other is rock

* After he started going out with you if he ever wants to buy you clothes always searches for homemade local bussines

* Asks you dress him up sometimes for red carpets. Throws out his clean and fancy image to show you off in spirit.

「 ✦ Smoke/Thomas ✦ 」

* Like all the rest hes very impressed but unlike Kung lao leaves the professional skateboarding to you

* When he comes back from missions he’ll bring back little rubbish peaces he thinks will be good for DIY’s

* I feel like Thomas is open to anything so he’ll definitely listen to any music you recommend to him

* He’s your biggest fanboy

* Late night DIYing clothes talking about feelings and listening to music dates

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Aaaand thats the first request done ! I couldn’t get all the earthrealmers there because i had trouble thinking of interesting ideas for them so that’s why its a bit short and i apologise but i still hope you’ve enjoyed reading these headcanons. :3

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