#mk omegaverse oz

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January 12th, 2022 10:56pm

Anonymous:  Further risks and complications ended up working itself out I’m glad you finished it because I was toooooo invested omg. I love omegaverse I never in all my days of reading subscorp thought of the mk universe being alpha beta and omegas it was pure genius I enjoyed it very much! I also die for soft kuai lol fire in heat was my #1 favorite omegaverse fic you wrote but of course I love all your writing and read every last one. looking forward to more OZ as well that’s currently my favorite rn (because smoke doesn’t get enough credit for being amazing to kuai) Anyway Just wanted to show some love and appreciation and happy birthday

I’m happy to hear it! Because every time I wrote a chapter, my thought was “Where the hell do I go from here.”

Funny enough, out of the three, Fire in Heat is probably my least favorite. And I think a huge part of it is because I still don’t like the title. @subscorpsupremacy wrote some excellent smut and titled it Heat in the Fire Gardens and to this day, I’m mad at life that I didn’t think of that first. 

So if I was to rank the three main stories, my favorite is actually Ice in the Netherrealm, then Further Risks and Complications, and then Fire in Heat. My least favorite is the one people seem to like the best while Ice in the Netherrealm is the least visited. Go figure!

I always appreciate our interactions anon. At some point, I’ll actually sit down, organize, and make a proper story out of those ideas. I appreciate everyone who visits my blog 🤗

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Oz, Chapter 3

Kuai Liang crawled over and grabbed the bars. If he could just get to Oz. Seeing him, smelling him, being touched…

He reached through the bars, but Oz backed away.

“Calm down,” he said softly.

“Please…”

“Calm down,” he repeated firmly. His voice was rough now, and Kuai Liang could see that his pupils were completely blown. “You smell so fucking good.”

He sank back down and dug his nails into his palms. His heart was pounding so loud in his ears that he was getting a headache. His stomach was on fire, twisting and cramping. He didn’t want Oz to think he was weak.

But he couldn’t help it.

He tried again, straining through the cage and whining in frustration. “Please, please, please.”

“You really do beg.” He sounded awe-stricken, and it made Kuai Liang stop. His ears burned, and his face heated up. People talked about him. Rumors. And Oz heard about them.

Bi-Han had asked him… told him to stay away from Alphas. But he was so tired of doing everything alone, of being ignored. He wanted friends. He wanted to be warm.

“Alpha, please.”

Oz closed his eyes. “God. You’re not making this easy.”

He came back to the cage. “I’m right here. I’m telling you to calm down. Or I have to leave. And everyone else will come back. Understand?”

Yet another Alpha trying to tell him what to do. Kuai Liang frowned, and ice began to cover the bars he was grasping.

Oz watched him and smirked. “You’re so cute when you’re pouting.” He laughed and continued, “I’m just kidding, tough guy. Don’t worry. They’re going to let you out in ten minutes. Can you wait that long?”

“Yes.”

“Your voice is so deep. You’re so tall. How are you an Omega?”

Compliments? Or simply facts? Kuai Liang rested his face against the ice.

“Did you like my gift?”

“Yes. It was delicious.”

Oz smirked. “I used to eat that all the time before I was brought here. When I go back out there, I’ll get-”

“Tundra!”

Kuai Liang looked out to see Smoke running up to them. He grabbed the bars of the cage and stared in. “Oh, Bi-Han is gonna be pissed.”

He cut his eyes over and growled, “Go away.”

“I’m his friend,” Oz said calmly.

“Fuck off,” Smoke snapped. “I’m his friend; he doesn’t fucking know you.”

“If you are his friend, where have you been?”

Smoke yanked his arm, and Oz pushed him off. Kuai Liang watched them. Smoke was right. Bi-Han was going to be very unhappy and even more unhappy when Smoke told him about this.

He couldn’t use his ice against people outside of training. But his friends were about to fight. He almost had control over it now - the only problem was that he couldn’t control how much came out when he summoned it. But maybe with his heat forcibly triggered, he would be physically unable to make too much.

He took a deep breath and slid his hands through the bars.

And that’s all he remembered.

——

“Hey ice boy, wake up.”

He was damp and everything was heavy. But Kuai Liang managed to open his eyes and saw Oz standing over him. “What happened? Where are we?”

“Your room. The elders said that you needed an escort. When you froze that guy-”

“Smoke? I froze Smoke?” He interrupted, sitting up. And then he realized that he was in a bed.

Bi-Han’s bed.

He pulled the sheets off of him, but Oz tried to stop him. “Hey, hey, calm down, ice boy. Calm down.”

He jerked away and tried to get off the bed. Then fingers were in his hair, nails scraping his scalp. A hard pull, and he was thrown back into the bed.

“I said, cool it, Tundra.”

Oz was over him again, and for a moment, his eyes were so angry. But when he blinked, they were that soft, warm, dark brown. “Look, it’s okay. You’re in your room, on your bed.”

“This is not my bed. This is my brother’s bed.”

“Then where’s your bed?” Oz asked.

“I don’t have one - I sleep over there,” he answered, pointing over to his blankets.

Oz frowned. “On the floor? On those thin, worn sheets that are probably older than us?”

“Yes,” Kuai Liang answered.

Oz felt his forehead. He turned, but Oz grabbed his chin. “You’re red, but you don’t have a fever. You’re not making pheromones anymore. Know why it’s red? Because you’re embarrassed. You should be. Why don’t you have a bed?”

“It’s not important,” he said, pulling his face away. It ached from Oz’s tight grip.

“No, it is important. I’ll get you some.”

“No! If Bi-Han finds out–”

“Wake up, Tundra, he doesn’t care about you. He makes you sleep on the floor.”

“You need to leave. Bi-Han will–”

“I’m talking to you. Fuck Bi-Han!”

Kuai Liang noticed the shadow first. Before he could say anything, Oz was yanked by his collar and thrown into the wall, knocking the wind out of him.

“Who the fuck are you? Why the fuck are you in my room?”

January 8th, 2022 9:19pm

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December 10th, 2021 2:09pm

At some point, I was working on a Smoke/Tundra story because even though their story can’t end well in my series, I want Smoke to be happy.

Tundra gets groomed into an abusive relationship with a Lin Kuei Alpha. Smoke is the only one who sees that he needs to get out of this relationship.

Some emotional catharsis, I admit. I keep denying myself fluff.

Oz

“Take this.”

Bi-Han pushed the small wrapper into his brother’s hands. Kuai Liang examined it, then carefully unwrapped it, a rare delight spreading over his face when he realized what it was. “More caramel?”

“Yes.  From Cyrax. Eat it now.”

Kuai Liang set his apple down and licked the caramel from the wrapper. Ever since he had been let out from isolation, people had been much kinder to him. If he was in the training grounds, people finally wanted to talk to him. They brought him gifts and things they found around Articka, like interesting stones and funny-shaped sticks. Or things they had found from the outside world, like little bottles of shampoo and lotion.

His favorite gifts were the food. It started with someone casually dropping bread in his lap. Then it was a bit of wrapped meat pushed into his hands. Word eventually spread that he enjoyed sweets the most, and from then on, he was mostly gifted fruit. He had so much fruit that he couldn’t eat it before it rotted, so he happily shared it with his brother’s friends. His friends.

Cyrax politely declined. Smoke seemed irritated but accepted. Sektor took whatever was given with no hesitation.

Bi-Han was not happy.

Kuai Liang had learned to stop trying to share his gifts with Bi-Han,  but he didn’t understand why he was so angry about it. Was it jealousy? Bi-Han had no reason to be jealous. He was the best, already doing veteran missions, and he had heard the grandmaster say that Bi-Han was one of their most promising assassins. Whereas Kuai Liang’s first solo mission kept getting postponed, and Sektor had told him that the grandmaster was considering keeping him on domestic work full time.

He licked the wrapper clean and showed Bi-Han, who went back to his side of the room. That was another thing. He forced Kuai Liang to eat all of the caramel Cyrax made, and he didn’t leave Kuai Liang alone in their room anymore.

He had been sitting against the wall when Bi-Han came in, but the caramel was already making him drowsy. Cyrax’s caramel always made him tired.

“Don’t go to sleep,” Bi-Han instructed as he pulled back his blankets. “You were reassigned to yard time. Ten minutes.”

Ah, this was Bi-Han’s yard time. Now they had yard time together.

“In fact, get up. Let’s go now.”

——-

It was already snowing out, but Kuai Liang felt unusually warm.

He yawned and stood against the wall of the building, just as he was instructed.

Yard time was not free time - everyone was given an objective to work on. Bi-Han was instructed to continue working on expanding his ice weapon arsenal. Kuai Liang’s assignment was to simply stand against the wall.

Bi-Han didn’t like it.

The elder cryomancer was sent out to his work, but the prefect held Kuai Liang back and instructed him to remember anyone who approached him.

“Hey.”

He was aware of the person quietly making his way to him. He’d never seen him before, but even in his drowsiness, he kept himself aware.

He looked at the man, from his feet up to his face, just as Bi-Han had taught him. But when the stranger raised an eyebrow,  Kuai Liang looked away. He was getting better at maintaining eye contact with Alphas, but when they asserted themselves, he gave in. He hated that he did it, and he hated that people knew they could do it to him.

“You’re new.” His voice was surprisingly soft.

“I have spent my entire life here,” Kuai Liang answered.

“But I haven’t seen you before,” the man insisted. “How old are you?”

“Fifteen.”

“I’m seventeen.”

Kuai Liang didn’t say anything back. He rubbed his eyebrow and then the back of his neck.

“Don’t be nervous,” he said. “I’m Oz.”

He wasn’t sure if this was a code or his real name. “Tundra.”

“You’re one of the ice boys?” Oz asked.

He frowned at that but said, “Yes.”

“Are you the ice boy that killed that kid a few years ago?”

His assailant wasn’t a kid. Kuai Liang was the kid. But he didn’t want to try to correct this Alpha or engage any further - Oz already had him too comfortable.

“Aww, you’re blushing.” Before he could register that, Oz reached out and touched his cheek. He should have reacted on instinct.  Should have pushed him away, should have frozen him in place, should have gotten away. Instead… he leaned into it. Oz’s cool hand on his heated skin felt so good. It was a friendly gesture, Kuai Liang reasoned. Everyone was friendly now, and he needed to let the past go. He grabbed Oz’s hand and covered it, holding him against his face with his eyes closed.  

“Wow,” he heard Oz mutter. “You smell really good.”

That meant that he was releasing pheromones, and that meant that he had lost control of them. He felt another hand on his other cheek.

“I guess all the rumors were true. You’re even cuter than I thought you’d be.” He felt fingers stroking his face, his lips, his cheeks, his chin. The touches made him feel heat in the very pit of his stomach, and it was sinking lower. He couldn’t help himself. When the fingers brushed his lips again, he moaned.  

Oz shushed him and pulled him closer. He could feel his head against his neck, Oz’s curly hair under his jaw. “You’re purring. It’s so quiet.”

Then the warmth of his head was gone, and it felt like something was missing. Hands were pressing him back against the wall, then sliding down his abdomen, only barely covered by his uniform.

“Not a lot of options to hold stuff, huh?” Oz’s voice was in his ear,  then a small jar was slipped into his hand. “I heard you like sweet things - but we don’t want to rot your teeth out. Try this instead.”

He heard Oz take another deep breath before his body was gone. He kept his eyes closed for a few moments,  holding tight to his prize. He didn’t see Oz, but he did see another Alpha approach.

—–

After reporting the results of his yard time and getting inspected for frostbite, Kuai Liang could barely keep himself upright. In the haze of his sleepy mind, he resolved to stop eating Cyrax’s caramel before nightfall.

“Come to dinner,  then you can rest,” Bi-Han promised.

“I want to sleep,” Kuai Liang protested. He wanted to be in the safety of his blankets,  where he could burrow himself in and look at his most curious prize. Whatever Oz gave him wasn’t the only gift he received that day, but his thoughts were only on Oz. And his hands. Kuai Liang’s skin tingled when he thought of those touches, and he wanted to close his eyes to let those feelings flood him again.

Bi-Han’s sharp voice cut through his soft cloud of euphoria. “Breakfast will not be for another twelve hours, and you will not keep me up because you are hungry.”

“I will eat my fruit.”

“You are throwing away that fruit, ” Bi-Han snapped. “I do not want you accepting anything else from anyone here.”

“But I like-”

Bi-Han suddenly slammed him against the wall of the corridor they were walking through. “I said don’t take any more fucking gifts.”

His pheromones flooded Kuai Liang, and his hands went up immediately as he turned away. He hated this too. He had been hit by his brother enough times to know that it wasn’t the end of the world. The bruises always healed, and if he got too rough, his bones would heal, and joints could be popped back in.

But the pheromones of an Alpha, even his own brother, told him that he was being disobedient, that he was bad. It was stupid, but he couldn’t help it.

People were talking to him now. They were accepting him. For the first time in his life, people liked him. Why was Bi-Han so against it?

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More Oz pls

Anonymous: 

Holy crab cakes more OZ!! This is a very interesting story I’m loving it!!! I wonder why Kuai never Told hanzo about OZ that would be an interesting read keep it up Michael you are spoiling us!! Your amazing your writing is like none I’ve ever seen for subscorp sooo great!!

Think of this as non-canon.

Because if we don’t have to follow those rules, eventually this can be a subsmoke story 😉

January 2nd, 2022 1:24pm mk omegaverse

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January 7th, 2022 12:46am

Anonymous: 

Will there be more OZ? pleeeaasee?

There will be more Oz 🥳 next week is my birthday and that means that EVERYONE wins!

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Oz, Part 2

TW for past abuse, abusive relationships, Bi-Han being a teenage dick. January 2nd, 2022 3:40am

Kuai Liang stayed quiet through dinner. He hadn’t spoken since Bi-Han told him to stop accepting gifts. Bi-Han was yelling at him and threatening him more and more often. He couldn’t exactly ask him to stop. The only time he remembered successfully asking Bi-Han to stop was ten years. He had been crying. For their mother. For warmth. For the sting of his face, where his father had just smacked him. Bi-Han yelled. 

Father had yelled right before he had hit him, so Kuai Liang promised to stop crying if Bi-Han stopped yelling. His brother hugged him for a long time and let him sleep with him. 

He stopped being so forgiving as they grew older. Kuai Liang did manage to stop crying and was trying not to while he was in heat. But Bi-Han never stopped yelling. 

He usually sat with Bi-Han’s friends at meals but rarely spoke to them. Sektor didn’t like him and ignored him completely. Cyrax used to talk to him. Kuai Liang wasn’t sure what he had done to offend him, but Cyrax didn’t say much beyond “hello” anymore.  Smoke still spoke to him but his pheromones always intensified when they spoke and his scent made him light headed and dizzy. Sometimes it seemed like he noticed Smoke’s pheromones right before his heat cycle started up again.

He didn’t touch his food until Bi-Han demanded that he eat. He wished that Bi-Han wouldn’t be so aggressive in front of other people. 

Every so often, he’d reach under the table and touch the container Oz gave him. He thought about Oz’s curly hair under his face and quickly redirected his thoughts before he lost control of his pheromones in a common area. He was told during training that that would lead to an automatic meal restriction punishment. And when it came to punishment, sometimes it was just the offender punished, sometimes it was everyone within a certain radius. He didn’t need Bi-Han any more upset.

Fortunately, Smoke didn’t show up at meal call. Bi-Han and his friends ignored Kuai Liang. The cryomancers went back to their room and Bi-Han went to bed.

“Good night, Bi-Han.”

“Go to fucking sleep.”

He got into his blankets and pulled them over his head. It was dark but he had gotten pretty good at reading without light. He pulled Oz’s gift out and examined it. 

It was a little glass jar that read “peanut butter”.

He opened it and was surprised by how strong it smelled.  He turned it upside down but the contents didn’t come out. So he touched it, then curiously swirled his finger around. It was thick and stuck to his finger, getting under his nail and coating his skin. 

It was food. I heard you like sweet things - but we don’t want to rot your teeth out. Try this instead.

He took in the rich scent and licked it. 

God.

It tasted as strong as it smelled, a savory earthiness that was so smooth. He stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked the rest of the peanut butter off.

It was so tasty. He kept dipping his finger in the jar and eating it. So tasty. He couldn’t contain his pheromones and could feel himself relaxing. It was just Bi-Han here. He would be okay. 

He thought so. 

His blankets were ripped away right as he stuck his finger back in his mouth and Bi-Han was standing over him. Ice was beginning to materialize on his arms and it was making Kuai Liang’s ice react. He clenched his teeth as he felt ice solidifying on his scalp. 

“Are you purring and humming? Why are you making so much goddamn noise over here? I-” He narrowed his eyes and sniffed at him. “Is that food? Are you eating something?”

Kuai Liang didn’t move. Ice was covering the jar and once Bi-Han spotted it, he ripped it out of his brother’s hand, leaving his palm bright red. 

As he tried to ice his tender skin, Bi-Han inspected the jar. “An Alpha gave you this.”

“Yes.”

“Do you even know what it is? Where it came from? It could make you sick.”

“It didn’t, I like it. Try some.”

Bi-Han threw the jar against the wall, shattering it and splattering the little peanut left. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I eat anything from any one of these fucking animals. I told you. Don’t accept anymore gifts.”

“I don’t understand, Bi-Han. You complain when I ask for extra food and they bring it to me without my even asking.”

“They’re not doing this to be nice, you dumbass. They’re going to want something from you in exchange,” Bi-Han snapped. 

“What else can they take from me?” Kuai Liang asked quietly. 

“You know how I make you hide when you’re in heat? You’re supposed to go to the elders. Do you know why?”

Kuai Liang didn’t answer. He had known why since his very first heat. His brother wasn’t always there when they were triggered. 

Bi-Han rolled his eyes. “Fine. Whatever. Be the good little slut the Lin Kuei wants you to be.”

Slut. He had been called a lot of things but that one hurt the worst. Hearing it from his brother, the last person left who cared about him, twisted his stomach. Be the good little slut the Lin Kuei wants you to be. The sentence burrowed into his brain and he couldn’t stop hearing it. 

“What’s wrong? You like taking their gifts, you like the attention, but you don’t want to be labeled as a whore?”

Yes, he’ll make a fine breeding whore. We haven’t had a stable cryomancer breeder in centuries. Excellent work, Vortex. 

Look at you. Crying while your body is begging for it. You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?

“Seriously,  are you about to cry? You’re a sensitive slut-”

“STOP IT!” He screamed. Ice spikes burst from his arms and his back. The temperature in the room fell and frost appeared on their belongings. 

He squeezed his eyes shut and dug his fingers into his scalp. Why was Bi-Han saying this? Calling him that? 

… everyone knew. Omegas were only good for one thing. And that one thing made him untouchable, disgusting. It was the last thing his father had told him before he stopped acknowledging him. And now Bi-Han was saying it. 

They disagreed about the gifts the Alphas were giving him, sure.  Bi-Han had been a little more stressed, ever since he got his code name. He yelled and they fought sometimes but he never looked down on him like this. 

Or maybe he was. He was like all of the other Alphas in the Lin Kuei. All Alphas were the same.

“Please stop,” he begged. “Not you, big brother, please.”

Arms were tugging at his, but he could feel the ice shards coming through his scalp. This was why the grandmaster wouldn’t send him on missions. He couldn’t even control the ice he was born with. He had no discipline over his pheromones. And everyone thought he was only good for one thing. 

“… breathe…”

Bi-Han’s hands were on his shoulders. He was using his ice to calm his brother’s.  Kuai Liang had asked his trainer about this technique, after the first time Bi-Han had used it. Only skilled cryomancers could do that and it was supposed to take decades to learn. Their great grandfather had apparently developed it and their father was the only cryomancer left who could use it, after their grandfather died. Bi-Han didn’t tell anyone about it and made Kuai Liang promise to keep it a secret when he asked why. 

Bi-Han pulled him close and pressed their foreheads together. “I don’t think that about you. You are my little brother, Tundra. I was simply trying to make you aware of how dangerous it is to entertain so many Alphas.”

They were sending Bi-Han away more and more. Tundra was getting older, his body maturing and sending out signals he didn’t even seem aware of. The other day, someone was pestering him and Bi-Han had to fuck him up for it. The Alpha claimed that Tundra had been pelting him with pheromones being for impregnation. He couldn’t even bring himself to ask.

He had already suspected that Tundra had been… used. The fact that someone touching him had triggered his powers to fully activate so early was proof enough.  He tried to explain that to their father, who, in turn, explained that if he killed another Alpha, even in self defense, the Lin Kuei would lock him away and forcibly breed him until his body gave out.

“I know that I may seem cruel, little brother. But listen to me. Do not engage with any Alphas outside of your instructors, the elders, Smoke, or Cyrax. Do you understand?”

Kuai Liang barely nodded before pulling away and retreating to his blankets. 

——

“Hey.”

Kuai Liang buried his face further into his knees. 

It was yard time, but he was alone. Bi-Han was on a mission and Smoke and Cyrax were on some other duty. He suspected that this was purposeful. 

He was back out in the yard but this time, he was in the center. 

In a cage.

Releasing pheromones. 

They had done something to him. Injected him with something that made his heart beat faster and his lungs heavy. He struggled to breathe and immediately, he was suffocated by his own smells. 

It almost felt like heat. 

They had pushed this cage out and the Alphas surrounded him immediately. The same Alphas who talked to him and gave him gifts were now yelling at him and bombarding him with their own pheromones.

It was too much. He was overwhelmed, but there was nowhere to go.  He couldn’t escape any of it.

“Can you hear me?”

It was Oz. He recognized the soft voice through the raucous chorus and slowly, his voice became the only one. 

“It’s okay. Go ahead and take a breath.”

Kuai Liang’s fingers curled into his arms. He just needed to exhale. 

“It’s okay. It’s just us. Look.”

Bi-Han had told him not to engage with any Alphas. But Oz made him feel warm. Through his own ice, his frigid body, and Arctika’s unforgiving freeze, there was Oz, making him feel warm. 

Slowly, he lifted his head. He opened his eyes and looked around. 

The Alphas who were at the bars of the cage,  trying to get in, were now doing their assigned trainings and ignoring the cage. 

Except Oz.

He had his arms around a couple of bars with his face pressed between.  When Kuai Liang looked at him, his dark brown eyes lit up. 

“Hey, ice boy.”