#scorpion mk11

[ynnu-64]

how I love traumatised men that yearn for one another 💚

[mado008]

[angel-of-the-moons]

Hear me out this. Hanzo falls in love with a woman who's in the Lin Kuei.

(You can make it as horny as your brain wants)

(Please?)

Oooooooh our resident spicy boy!

Fire & Ice

Hanzo Hasashi x Fem!Lin Kuei!Reader)

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, Sexual tension, pining, opposites attract, slight spanking (briefly) unprotected sex, bath sex, PiV sex, temperature play(?) wee bit of Kanon fudging

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Hanzo is just MMMMF also Raiden is Light Aligned here for a wee bit of context

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It all started during one of the first peace talks after the budding brotherhood of your Grandmaster, Kuai Liang (AKA Sub-Zero) and the Grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu.

Once the cease-fire between the clans was initiated, it was met with mixed results. The original Shirai Ryu were annihilated (including Hanzo's wife and child) by the forces of the previous Grandmaster, Bi-Han (whom everyone later discovered was actually the evil sorcerer Quan-Chi in disguise).

However it came to light that the initial fires of hatred that were lit were orchestrated by the Grandmaster before Bi-Han himself; before Bi-Han became the void-creature known as Noob Saibot, before Cyrax and Sektor were "cyberized".

All of course, with Quan-Chi's aid...

But when Kuai Liang and Hanzo Hasashi buried old prejudices and hatreds and pursued an avenue of peace and allyship, they proposed training scenarios between the ninjas.

You were one of Sub-Zero's top members. Your flexibility and cryomancy a deadly and graceful combination.

Naturally, at some point you found yourself pitted against your complete elemental opposite, Scorpion.

Not only was he your elemental opposite, he was vastly more skilled than you. Having spent years as a revenant under the control of Quan-Chi, training others in the way of the Shirai Ryu, working with Lord Raiden... Yeah. You were a child compared to his prowess.

But you however, did get some ideas for your own weaponry from him. Instead of a normal kunai attached to a chain, you settled for a chain with blunt ends, allowing your cryomancy to shape various weapons at the ends. After all, they'd been useful for making things like spears, scythes and various others in the past...

And to say the man was floored when you used his own techniques against him--and mastering them with your own twists while you were at it--was an understatement.

It became rather normal for Hanzo to seek you out for sparring sessions, seeking to experiment with your respective powers you both created various attacks and techniques to better battle one another.

However it was during one of your sessions, where you were to be chased and he the hunter, that the two of you finally figured out that what was between the two of you was more than camaraderie, more than diplomatic friendship.

Hanzo himself realized a lot sooner than you did. The warmth in his heart (and not from his flame) and the increased rate of beats when you were around, how his thoughts would drift back to you when it was quiet, when he would pace the Fire Gardens...

It was a feeling he hasn't felt since Harumi.

He was hesitant to bring it to your attention, for fear of a repeat performance of some cruel twist of fate robbing him of the one he loved once again.

He couldn't dare hope one as vibrant and beautiful as you could feel the same.

Until that night, when he had you pinned to the tree, breathing hard from the chase.

He barely had a moment to realize how close he was to you before masks were torn from faces by your hand and lips met lips in a kiss balanced in his hot and your cold; a kiss so passionate steam wafted as your mouths parted.

It was under the snow-heavy branches of that tree where your hands first explored each other. Not in heated sexual passion, but with the desire to map out every detail you could, so when the two of you parted ways again you would always be able to mentally trace those lines, commit them to memory like a well-read book.

Kuai Liang had suspicions of a budding relationship between the two of you. If anything, you had to wager that he probably knew your true feelings for one another even before the two of you figured it out for yourselves; but he wouldn't bring it forth. He knew you two needed to figure it out at your own pace.

After all, his friend was still nursing a broken heart from the loss of his wife and child. But he knew this was still good for him, for the two of you, for both clans.

Hanzo Hasashi had finally fallen in love again.

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Your first real "intimate" moment with Hanzo was when you showed him to the hot springs in the mountains. Heat, ice and snow all together in a blissful harmonious oasis.

Not unlike your love for one another, a peaceful respite in tumultuous times.

"This is... Beautiful." Hanzo said, his breath coming out of him in a cloud that swirled with the snowflakes. "But won't it still be too cold to bathe?"

You chuckled and pulled off your mask. Shaking your hair free of icy flakes. "Well, Hanzo, that's why the goal is to stay in the water. Where it's warm."

He blew out a chuckle and shook his head. "Obviously." He turned and looked around, the red leaves of the maple trees surrounding you casting a beautiful scattering of color among the white and gray.

"But it--"

His voice died in his throat as he watched you strip your uniform from your body.

You held no shame, clearly, as you stripped bare in front of him, your wonderous body on full display for his longing, hungry eyes.

You took pride in your athletic frame, muscles and soft curves in all the right places, your body a gorgeous shell for the violence you were capable of committing.

His dark eyes met yours, a twinkle dancing in their depths as your smile reached your ears. You beckon him towards you, your fingers curling in a silent request for him to come closer.

It is a silent request his body obeys before he realizes he's even moving, his blood rushing in his ears.

When your fingers wrapped around his tabards you begin undoing each bit of his ornamentation slowly, peeling it off of him like a juicy piece of fruit you couldn't wait to take a bite out of.

Maybe you would... later.

Once he was naked, you gave him enough dignity to spare looking between his legs, knowing he wouldn't be ready for you to look at him there just yet, you felt like he would set the very air ablaze; each snowflake that landed on his body melted with a soft hiss as it came into contact with his skin.

At first you were concerned that maybe he was too hot, that the spring might make him sick with the extra heat added to his body; but as you sank into the water, he didn't seem bothered in the slightest. In fact, his eyes continued to take your form as he thought you weren't looking.

Every scar told a story, and he wanted to hear them all, wanted to hear a symphony of your voices together as you breathed your love into one another s lungs as you shared scorching kisses.

You could have sat next to him. You could have.

But you didn't. As shameless as you were, you sank down in front of him between his parted knees, slowly, a soft noise escaping you as the water crept up your cold body and you pressed your back against his chest.

You pretended not to hear the sharp inhale of breath as his raging erection pressed firmly against your back, the heat from it almost hotter than the water you were reclining in.

You hummed softly as he slipped his arms around you, pressing a hot, damp kiss to your icy shoulder.

You'd swear he could probably leave burns with those lips of his.

"Hmm... How did your meeting with Lord Raiden go, Hanzo?" You ask him, sliding your hands up his thighs and to his knees, feeling the knotted muscles tighten and flex beneath your touch.

"Ah..." He said, his voice tight in an effort to control himself.

"It... Went well. Young Takeda was there, it was good to see him again."

"How is Takeda doing?"

"He's spending more time with his father, and I believe he and Jacqui Briggs are officially a couple." Hanzo chuckled.

"That's good, they're a nice match." You sigh, relaxing into him more, maybe, just slightly intentionally grinding your ass against his cock.

His arms tighten around you and he leans in, his lips at the shell of your ear.

"You're playing a dangerous game, my lotus." He growls.

"You know me... I live for danger." You purr, grinding against him once more.

He groaned in your ear and rolled his hips to meet yours.

"I have to ask..." Hanzo said, one of his rough and calloused hands rising to give your ribs a feathery touch.

"I'm experienced, don't worry." You assure him playfully.

"Good..."

Was that... disappointment you heard in his voice?

"Awww..." You reach back and comb through his ebony locks. "Hanzo... Are you sad you're not my first?"

"No..." He lied. "I'm merely content to know this will be fully enjoyable for you, then."

You gladly take a mental note and stow that information away for a later scenario you wanted to play out with him...

"Hanzo?"

"Hmm?"

You turn your head slightly and capture his mouth in an awkwardly-angled kiss, teeth and tongues grazing, nipping, and twining together in a passionate affair.

You lift your hips enough in the water so the head of his cock is squished between your thighs. You roll yourself against him, letting his cock stroke between your legs as you flex your muscles, gripping him as tight as possible.

"Agh... You truly live for danger, hm?" Hanzo groaned hotly in your ear. His hands kneaded your breasts, his fingers heating up as he pulled and twisted your nipples in time with the lazy rolling of your hips.

"Hanzo..." You keened softly.

"You need to stop." Hanzo said, gripping your hips, effectively stilling you.

You pout in protest, and look at him over your shoulder, waiting for an explanation.

Hanzo's tongue darts out to lick at a bead of water that rolls down your shoulder, and nips at the skin, there.

"When I finish, I want it to be inside you." He growled against your skin.

His voice and the way he was touching you sent a jolt of excitement racing up your spine.

"Yes." You breathe, your heart beginning to flutter in your chest like a flighty bird.

"Do you want me, my lotus?" Hanzo asked you. "Do you want me inside you?"

"By the Elder Gods, yes." You reply, your voice shaky but certain.

Hanzo quickly helped you up, turning you around so your breasts were squished against the rocks below you, your hands balling in the snow, ice creeping out from beneath your fingertips.

You eagerly spread your legs for him, water rolling off your body as his searing grip kneaded and squished the flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks as his chest heaved while his eyes drank in your swollen and waiting sex and prone form.

"Hanzo, please?" You pant, pushing back into his grip.

His cock twitched at the sight of you, at the feel of your icy skin in his hands. Any normal person would be a shivering mess, being practically face down in the snow. But not you. You were Lin Kuei, a cryomancer.

His little ice lotus.

He gripped the base of his cock and took his time lining up, a small smile crinkling the corners of his eyes as you squirm impatiently.

He wasn't sure why, but something told him to raise his hand and slap your ass in a reprimand.

The squeak you made at first gave him the impression that he'd seriously hurt you, but when he noticed how demure you became, he chuckled softly.

"Behave, lotus. You must learn patience. It is a ninja's greatest asset." He said, his chest tightening as the tip of his cock slipped through your wet folds, the walls of your pussy gripping him in a greedy vice.

"Please, Hanzo..." You cried softly, trying to sink yourself deeper against him to sheathe his cock fully in the waiting velvet of your body.

Hanzo's hands prevented that, and it frustrated you, but your complaint died before it could form as he slowly eased himself inside, inch by torturous inch, until the tip of his cock just barely kissed your cervix.

He certainly had girth and length that was definitely going to make you see stars, tonight... His size complemented the roped muscles all throughout his body.

You make a deep, throaty moan as his weight settles into you, your muscles squeezing him down, trying to pull him deeper.

You feel the short coarse hairs that reached his navel brush the skin of your ass as he brought his hips firmly against yours.

He leaned in, kissing up your back and over your shoulder until his mouth was at your ear.

"How do you want me, love?"

"Fuck me hard. Please?"

He kissed your shoulder, biting down and sucking the skin, marking you as he pulled out and slammed his hips back in.

Your cries shook birds from the trees, the sensation of his balls slapping against your clit sending shivers up your spine, the pressure of his cock pounding you and pressing against that one divine spot within you, each drag of the vein running up his length driving you further and further into madness.

No other man you'd ever been with had been so precise or skilled in the art of sex.

Your previous partners were paltry compared to the sharp, angled thrust of Hanzo's hips, his cock cramming into you at such a harsh and heavy rate that you swore you were going to cum at any second, gushing around him, leaving a nice creamy ring at the base of his dick as he fucks into you like a man possessed.

He grips your shoulders and pulls you up against him, so your back is pressed against his chest.

His hands rise to your breasts, his fingertips almost glowing as he pinches your nipples, the soft mounds bouncing and jiggling in his hands with each upward thrust of his hips into yours.

"Hanzo!" You cried out, tossing your head back with a wail of ecstasy, your vision going cross as he brings one of his searing hands to your clit, rolling vigorously, the heat feeling like it set every nerve in your body alight with fire.

"Come for me." He softly commands.

And just like that, your body obeys him, clamping down, squeezing him, trying to mold yourself around him; commit his shape and size to memory so he and only he could ever fuck and satisfy you ever again.

He hisses out a breath, steam rising in waves off his body as he fucks up into you again, riding out your orgasm as he rapidly approaches his own.

Hanzo eases you back down, his hand sliding up your sweaty, chilly spine as he tips his head back, his lips parting in a moan as he cums, jerky thrusts and loud whimpers from you as his boiling hot load paints your insides a nice, pearly white, threatening to burn a hole right through you.

He lazily fucks you, some of his spend leaking out around him and dripping down your thighs as he rides out the blinding high that took over every range of his senses.

Once the two of you regain your breathing, he keeps you firmly seated on his cock as you both sink back into the water, relaxing as the heat soaks through your chilled core while Hanzo gently pours palm fulls of water on your skin, massaging your shoulders.

"Mmmh..." You sigh, relaxing against him as he kisses the top of your damp head.

"You seem content." He chuckled.

"Hanzo, I'm pretty sure you're going to have to carry me back home." You laugh. "Had I known what kind of weapon you were packing, I would have been just slightly more hesitant..."

"Only slightly, hm?"

"Just a bit." You murmur, kissing the knuckles of one of his hands.

Hanzo grins and plants a kiss over the bruise he'd left on your skin.

"You will get used to it, my lotus."

[iliketangerines]

need a hanzo smut pls he’s so fine and nobody seems to write for him💔

for my honor

a/n: hanzo is pretty fine, but tbh, i can't see him anyone else other than kuai liang, which is why i think there's so little about him.

pairing: hanzo hasashi x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), creampies, cockwarming (sort of), mentions of pussyeating and overstimulation

Hanzo Hasashi had not thought much of you when he first saw you on his travels to the Mortal Kombat tournament

a man with a samurai sword, masked with your hair tied into a long ponytail

you were none of his concern, he was off to find and kill Sub-Zero at the tournament, and you were simply someone he crossed paths with

and then you kept appearing on his path, sometimes behind him, sometimes ahead of him, and he grew antsy, paranoid that you were someone Sub-Zero had sent to kill him

and then, one night by the fire as he laid down and looked at the stars, you came toward him, sword sheathed completely and hands in your robes

he asked you who you were, you said you were a samurai looking for the Mortal Kombat tournament and that you wanted to kill Sektor for destroying your clan

Hanzo didn’t know much about Sektor except that he was part of the Lin Kuei underneath Sub-Zero

and so your tentative friendship started

your travels to the tournament were mostly uneventful, but Hanzo learned about you on your journey to the island

you were gruff, voice low and gravely, and you always wore a mask to hide your face from the world, even Hanzo took off his mask at times to remind himself of his remaining humanity

you were a good companion, catching and killing prey to cook and eat with Hanzo, and although he did not need to eat as someone dead and reborn, he appreciated the thought

though it was strange how you never ate at the same time he did, he never saw you without the mask

you two grew close as you two got closer to the island, and he wondered what you looked like underneath it all, if you were as beautiful as he imagined

and then you both arrived at the island and Hanzo completed his task while you completed yours

you had been a beauty, sword deadly and bright as you flayed Sektor alive, easily and effortlessly as he made measly attempts against you

he would not forget your snarls and angry eyes as you killed him, and he found himself enamored with you and your deadliness

but, it had all been for nothing, and he came underneath the control of Quan Chi once more and found that his master had been the one to kill his family

and then he broke free, and he wondered where you were

you had been a good traveling companion, patient, firm and blunt yet still kind, but he shakes you from his mind and focuses on rebuilding his clan

and then one day while visiting the Lin Kuei rebuilt underneath Kuai Liang, he sees you, casually teaching the initiates some moves

you still look the same, maybe more tired, but there you were, masked with your ponytail high in your hair

he approaches you, a little nervous, feeling too warm despite the hellfire running through his veins, and you recognize him, eyes lighting up at the sight of him

he asks to catch up with you, to have a meeting between two old friends, and you agree and say there’s a night market in the town below tonight

the day passes by for him as he catches up with Kuai Liang, who asks how he knows of you

he says he met you on his travels to the first Mortal Kombat tournament, and Kuai Liang hums as he continues the meeting

Hanzo dresses himself to seem more casual, and he waits for you by the entrance

there you stand, mask still on, hair still up, but looking less deadly without the sword by your side

you bring him down to the markets and bring him around to the vendors, buying food and trinkets for him to take back to the Shirai Ryu

you do not eat and Hanzo urges you to, you must be starving

you seem hesitant but take off your mask, and Hanzo was wrong

you were more beautiful than he could ever imagine, and he smiles at the sight of your face

you scowl at him and tell him to eat his food so that you two could go back up to the base, and Hanzo laughs before digging into his food

you two make your way up, and he bids you farewell

but he cannot sleep, and he decides to take a trip to the hot springs, to relax his mind and chase you away from his thoughts

he enters and finds you undressing as well, and he goes to greet you again, to make a joke about he always seems to find you

you take off your robe and bandages wrap around your chest, thick and tight, Hanzo watches in silence, confused, were you harmed?

but you take them off and when you do, Hanzo realizes why you never take off your mask and speak so low, you were hiding your body to avoid the stares of people, you were hiding to be a man and not risk the fate of a woman in a cruel world

you strip off the rest of your clothes, and Hanzo realizes he should not be watching, that he has invaded your privacy and he turns but knocks his head against the doorway

you whip your head around and grip onto your towel tightly as you spot Hanzo

Hanzo holds his hands up and says he did not mean to see and that he does not judge, you are someone he respects and he would never think of you differently

you lower your guard slightly and wave him to come over when he asks if he can join as well

he struggles to keep his eyes off you as you relax in the water and lean against the wall, your chest above the water, and Hanzo can see your body through the clear water

you were gorgeous, toned legs, plush chest, a million scars to tell your story

Hanzo shakes his head and slides into the hot springs across from you to try and relax, but he finds it harder and harder as thoughts of you run through his mind

you seem unbothered, eyes staring up into the ceiling as a red flush settles across your face, but your fingers nervously tap against each other

Hanzo notices and asks what’s bothering you, hoping that a conversation would distract him from his plight and growing arousal

you clear your throat and say it’s nothing, but you squeeze your thighs together and look away as you sink a little deeper into the water

Hanzo raises an eyebrow and suddenly he’s not so sure his feelings aren’t reciprocated

he gets a bit closer to you, and your eyes dart to him but you don’t move

Hanzo decides to try his luck and settles into the water next to you, pressing his shoulder into your yours, and you suck in a small breath

but you don’t move away, and Hanzo smiles

he leans into you, and you duck your head down as he asks if you’ve ever been to the hot springs before this

you turn to him and mutter out a no, and Hanzo smiles before reaching his hand up tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear

he keeps his hand there, and he can almost hear the way your heart thumps in your chest

he asks if this is okay, and you breathe out a yes before he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips

your hands come up underneath his arms and grip onto his back as he groans into the kiss

you taste so sweet, and Hanzo wants more

he cups the back of your neck to bring you closer into him, pressing his chest into yours and slotting his leg in between your soft thighs

he can feel the way your clit grinds against his thigh, and you let out little mewls of pleasure as you start to move your hips against his leg

he pulls away and moves his hands down to hold onto your hips and grind you against his thigh, and your hands move up to clutch onto his shoulders

he watches your face contort in pleasure as he grinds you on his thigh, and he loves how you look so fucked-out already

you whine as starts to bounce his leg in the water, and he smiles

you’re such a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?

he leans back down to kiss you, and you hands clumsily make their way down to stroke his hard cock

Hanzo groans at the feeling as you pump him, and you press your thumb into the slit to get him to let out a grunt

his hands dig into your hips, and his fingers leave small bruises as you stroke his cock and he grinds you against his thigh

your whines get louder, and you moan out that you need him right now, need him to fuck you please

Hanzo wants to sit you on the ledge of the hot springs, pleasure you with his tongue and his fingers until you’re a whiny boneless mess

he wants to tease you until you’re begging him for more, and he wants to make you cum so many times that you beg him to stop

but he wants to fuck you right now, needs to fuck you, and he lifts you up in the water so that your cunt lines up with his dick

he groans as you sink onto him, so wet and tight for him, and you’re no better, whimpering as you dig your nails into his back and tell him to move impatiently

he chuckles at your impatience, but he’s no better as he holds onto your hips and starts bouncing you on his cock, groaning at the feeling of you around him

you whine at the stretch and lean your head back, and Hanzo takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, sucking hickeys into the skin

you reach one of your hands down to rub at your clit, and it makes your cunt spasm around his dick

Hanzo groans and has to stop himself from cumming so soon, and he bites into your neck to regain his self-control

you whine at he feeling and your hips buck into his as he continues to fuck into you

you’re so warm and tight, and he wants to keep you like this in his arms, a strong samurai all needy and whiny just for him

he’s no better, a Shirai Ryu warrior reduced to a groaning mess as he bounces you on his cock, and he goes in to kiss you

you moan into the kiss, and he presses his tongue into your mouth, needing to taste you and your sweetness again

the sound of splashing water and yours and his moans echo in the hot springs room as you both reach your highs

you let out a loud whine as your cunt clamps down on Hanzo’s cock, and you cum

Hanzo grits his teeth and spills his seed inside of you, fucking the both of you through your orgasms, and you rest your forehead against his shoulder as he finally lets go of your waist

he traces the scars on your back as he lets his cock soften inside of you

but neither of you move to get off each other, too warm and drunk on the afterglow of pleasure to move, and the two of you sit in the hot springs relaxed in each other’s arms

finally, as your fingers start to prune, he slides out of you and gets out of the water, helping you out

the both of you dress, and he holds onto your hand before you can leave

he asks you what you two are, if this was just a fling or if it was something more, and he hopes you say it’s something more

you intertwine your fingers with his, and you say that you’ll have him if he’ll have you?

he smiles and pulls you in for a soft kiss, starting a new journey with his love

[jentasticart]

let me introduce you the master of bugging things... @den-kunn

warning: eye strain underneath

[spicybeefnoodles]

'this made me think of you'

summary: kuai liang goes to the local night market

warnings: suggestive at the end :)

a/n: i got carried away, and now the prompt is the side plot to the main plot

Kuai Liang wandered through the night market, not looking for anything in particular. He absentmindedly twisted the golden wedding band around his finger as he looked through the stalls. The vendors were shouting excitedly and customers bustled about the stalls, but nothing quite caught Kuai Liang’s eyes. Grandmaster Hasashi, his husband, was coming over to the Lin Kuei in a few hours for their weekly meeting, and usually Kuai Liang would be at the Lin Kuei preparing for the Shirai Ryu’s arrival. However, he had felt the sudden urge to visit the local night market and so he had changed into some casual clothes and ordered Cyrax to take charge until he came back.

Almost an hour later, Kuai Liang had bought almost nothing except some cho dofu to snack on as he browsed the stalls and looked over the products. Feeling a bit dejected that he couldn’t find anything, Kuai Liang began to make his way out of the night market, swerving between chattering adults and laughing kids. The Lin Kuei assassin scratched at his face as he watched two parents pick up their giggling child and spin them around in the air. He turned away and rubbed at his neck. Neither he nor Hanzo had time to raise a child, but that didn’t stop Kuai Liang imagining a life where they could.

When he was younger, he had never imagined himself with a family. He was much too busy trying to please his father and complete his training to focus on such frivolous needs. None of the women that Bi Han had brought round had ever caught Kuai Liang’s eye, and so he had never thought about starting a family. He had resigned himself to a lifetime of loneliness, but then Hanzo Hasashi had appeared. The two had spat at first, but the other Grandmaster had made Kuai Liang’s heart stutter. And now that the two had married, the Lin Kuei Grandmaster found himself thinking about starting a family more often than not.

Glancing around as he maneuvered his way through the crowds, Kuai Liang spotted a vendor down the street with a cartful of flowers. He didn’t remember seeing that earlier, but for some reason, the soft petals and bright colors of the carnations drew him in. The vendor visibly brightened seeing Kuai Liang approach.

“Come see! Come see! Very pretty flowers for a very good price!” The vendor said, smiling wide from ear to ear. Kuai Liang nodded and looked through the assortment of flowers that she was selling as she chatted about the meaning of the different types of flowers.

“Would you have anything…” Kuai Liang interrupted the vendor, putting his hand up to silence her, “for a partner?”

“Yes, yes! Of course! We have red roses, very romantic. Only 50 yuan for a bouquet!” The vendor’s eyes gleamed, noticing the golden wedding band on Kuai Liang’s finger. “Are you married? We have some red camellias! It symbolizes great desire, love, romance. It’ll be sure to blow your wife away and get you a lucky night! Only 100 yuan for a bouquet!”

Kuai Liang gave a nervous smile but took a look at the red camellias that the vendor had pointed to. They were beautiful, a bold bright red that seemed to shine in their spot in the cart, and they reminded him of Hanzo. He picked out a bouquet with no noticeable blemishes and paid the fee. The vendor bid him a happy farewell and pocketed the money. No doubt that the vendor had ripped him off, but money was no object and Hanzo was going to arrive soon. Kuai Liang certainly didn’t want to miss his husband’s arrival. The Grandmaster hurried through the crowd, cradling the bouquet in his arms as he tried to avoid bumping the flowers into any person. In his hurried walking and concentrating on the safety of the flowers, he hadn’t noticed a child that was running in his path, and he stumbled over her, sending the both of them to the floor.

Kuai Liang twisted to avoid landing on the child but let go of the flowers to catch himself with his arms. He sat up, rubbing at his wrists, and noticed the child across from him sitting up and starting to sob. The Grandmaster stared at the child, unsure of what to do. When he was a child, he wasn’t allowed to cry, or he would be hit. Or left out to deal with the cold and master his cryomancy. But, as the child started to cry even louder, Kuai Liang scooped the child into his arms, driven by some unknown force, and bounced the child in his arms and tried to calm her down.

“Hey, hey, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Kuai Liang whispered, trying to calm the child. The little girl fisted the cryomancer’s shirt and sobbed into his shoulder. Glancing down, he noticed the flower bouquet on the ground. The Grandmaster picked it up before anyone else could trample over the camellias, but it was to no avail. Kuai Liang frowned as he noticed several of the flowers had broken at the stem, and the remaining flowers were flattened, dirtied and ripped from the stomping of feet.

As if the little girl had a sixth sense for Kuai Liang’s own distress, she began to cry even harder and a few passersby were now staring at the two. The Grandmaster gave a sheepish smile and looked around for the little girl’s parents, hoping to hand off the crying child. The girl clearly had parents that adored her. Hair tied up with ribbons and bows, and a colorful shirt made of a soft material that reminded Kuai Liang of silk. However, no one stepped forward to take the girl off of his hands, instead they all avoided his gaze as he searched through the crowd.

Kuai Liang moved the crumpled flower bouquet into his other hand and stroked the back of the girl’s back as he started walking through the crowd. The movement seemed to sooth the girl as her sobbing turned into quiet sniffles, and the girl loosened her hold on Kuai Liang’s shirt.

“Hey, where are your parents?” The cryomancer asked, still searching through the crowd for any frantic couple looking for their kid.

“I don’t know.” The girl buried her face into Kuai Liang’s shoulder, her voice wavering with unsurety as she clung onto him. Kuai Liang tried not to seem agitated as he adjusted the girl in his grip to hold onto the ruined flower bouquet a little better. The little girl whimpered, and he patted the girl’s back once again.

“It’s okay. Let’s find your parents together, okay? Do you remember where you saw them last?”

“Um, I think they were looking at jewelry. I got bored because they were taking too long.” The little girl answered, and Kuai Liang started walking through the night market, trying to remember where he had seen some jewelry earlier. Unfortunately, several vendors were selling jewelry of all kinds, but it seemed that the girl’s parents were perhaps looking at matching jewelry. Otherwise, Kuai Liang would have to search through every single stall, and there were too many to count trying to sell jewelry. The Grandmaster would have to hurry. No doubt Hanzo had arrived by now and was wondering where he was.

Walking quickly through the streets, Kuai Liang asked the various vendors that were selling matching jewelry if they had seen the little girl’s parents, but none of them had seen them.

Night had now descended upon the town, and the streets had somehow grown much more crowded, and Kuai Liang had a hard time trying to keep the bouquet from being crushed and also soothing the girl at the same time. Eventually, Kuai Liang had exhausted every jewelry stall he could find, and he was itching to get out of the crowd and back to the Lin Kuei.

“...I’m hungry.” The little girl looked expectantly at the Grandmaster.

“What?” As if on cue, Kuai Liang felt his stomach rumble, and he realized that he hadn’t eaten in several hours. He sighed but turned around.

“What do you want to eat?” Kuai Liang shifted the girl in his arms again as he headed to the entrance of the night market, where most of the food vendors were at.

“I like noodles.”

“Okay, let’s get some noodles then, huh?” Kuai Liang waited in line, the girl snuggling into Kuai Liang’s shirt until he reached the front. 

“Can I get two beef noodles?” He fished the money out of his pocket and handed it over to the vendor as the vendor took the money and prepared the noodles right in front of him.

“For you and your daughter!” The vendor flashed a brilliant smile, but Kuai Liang could only sheepishly smile and headed to sit on the outskirts of the market with the girl in tow and sat down on the curb, laying the red camellias as gently as he could onto the ground. Kuai Liang picked up his chopsticks and started eating quickly. He still had to help find the girl’s parents before he could head back, and it was quite late now. It was only a few bites in when he noticed that the girl struggled to pick up the noodles with her own chopsticks.

“Here, let me.” He picked up the noodles with his chopsticks and fed them to the little girl gently, wiping at her mouth with a napkin if any sauce got on her face and keeping the portions small enough so that she could chew. She had only finished half of the portion before she pushed away the bowl from her.

“You should eat all your food. It’ll help you grow big and strong.” Kuai Liang smiled fondly at the little girl as she huffed but begrudgingly opened her mouth for another mouthful of noodles. After some more minutes, the girl and Kuai Liang had finished their food and now sat on the curb, trying to digest. The girl leaned on his side, and Kuai Liang wrapped an arm around her, keeping her close as the chill of the night set in, though he imagined he wasn’t much warmer. Neither of them said anything for a while, just staring at the stars and listening to the bustle of the market behind them.

Kuai Liang went to pick the girl up and continue looking for her parents, but before he could pick her up, he noticed that she had fallen asleep. The cryomancer smiled and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and let her sleep. She must be exhausted. Even Kuai Liang felt tired from walking around the market for several hours. Just as he felt his eyelids slip close, he heard the familiar call of his name.

“Kuai Liang!”

He cracked open his eyeslids and stared up at Hanzo, looking quite out of breath and dressed in full Shirai Ryu uniform. The man glanced between Kuai Liang and the little girl asleep at his side.

“Who is that?” Hanzo asked, kneeling down to take a closer look at the girl.

“Some girl. She had gotten lost at the market. Here. I saw them and thought of you.” Kuai Liang picked up the bouquet and handed it to Hanzo. “I dropped them, and they got trampled. Sorry.”

Hanzo chuckled and pressed a kiss to Kuai’s forehead. “They’re beautiful either way. Thank you. I suppose you haven’t found the girl’s parents yet?”

Kuai Liang shook his head and tucked the girl a little closer in his arms. “I’m not sure where her parents could be. Perhaps it is time to turn her over to the police. Her parents have probably already filed a report for her.”

Hanzo just hummed, staring at how Kuai Liang had an arm wrapped around her and the empty noodle containers right next to them. “It seems like you’ve grown an attachment to the girl.”

“What? No, I haven’t.” Kuai Liang straightened his posture but kept his protective embrace over the girl. “I’m just keeping her safe. That’s it.”

“Yes, of course. Speaking of which.”

Kuai Liang looked to the entrance of the market, seeing a couple frantically rush out of the town and look around before spotting the girl.

“Oh my goodness! Xiang Hu!” The two parents cried out as they rushed toward Kuai Liang and Hanzo. The little girl woke up at the noise, but at the sight of her parents, wiggled excitedly out of Kuai Liang’s grip and into her parent’s awaiting arms. 

“Mama! Papa!” The little girl shouted as she flung herself into her father’s arms. He hugged the little girl, tears streaming down his face as the little girl recalled her tale of wandering around the market with Kuai Liang. The mother held onto the cryomancer’s hands, crying as she thanked him.

“Ah, it was no problem. She was a delight.” Kuai Liang looked at the girl fondly as her mother went and pinched her cheek and embraced the little girl. The parents finally stood up after some time and started to walk away, but the little one broke from their grip and rushed back to Kuai Liang. She hugged his legs.

“Thank you for helping me find my parents, uncle.”

Kuai Liang chuckled and kneeled down. “Be a good girl for your parents, yeah?” The little girl nodded and rushed back to parents, and they waved goodbye. As he watched the happy family walk away, his heart held a small ache knowing he would never be able to have a family like that.

“Come on, my heart. Let’s go back home.” Hanzo held out his hand for Kuai Liang, and they both disappeared in a column of flame. When Kuai Liang found himself back in front of his own abode at the Lin Kuei, he let out a sigh of relief and dragged Hanzo into his room. The pyromancer was strangely quiet as Kuai Liang left him in his bedroom and took a warm soothing shower, rubbing away the dirt and stress of the day. As he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips, Kuai Liang found Hanzo now dressed in plain clothes looking at the trampled flowers that he had placed in a vase he had somehow found.

Kuai Liang winced as he looked at the state of the flowers. In the moonlight and rosy lights of the vendors, they hadn’t looked too bad, but now in the overhead lights of Kuai Liang’s room, the flowers looked much worse. Several of the remaining flowers were missing petals, and the ones that had petals were ripped up at the edges and had the dark imprint of shoes on them. The stems were all uneven, and the bouquet looked very frazzled all around.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can get you better ones-”

“No, no. They’re gorgeous. Thank you very much, my heart.” Hanzo reached. “I didn’t get you anything though.” The Shirai Ryu Grandmaster pulled Kuai Liang in by the hips and started kissing at his neck, and the cryomancer shivered.

“It-it was a spontaneous decision. They were so beautiful, and I thought of you.” Kuai Liang let out a whimper as Hanzo sucked a dark bruise into a particularly sensitive part of his neck.

“Well, I have an idea of what I could give you.” Hanzo started stepping forward, forcing Kuai Liang to move backwards until the back of his knees hit of his bed, and they both fell onto the plush bed.

“Wh-what?” Kuai Liang looked up, a dazed expression in his eyes as Hanzo straddled Kuai Liang’s hips and sat up to strip off his shirt.

“I saw the way you looked at the girl. You want a child, don’t you? I want one too. Hmm, you looked so wonderful taking care of that girl.” Hanzo whispered into Kuai Liang’s ears, and the cryomancer’s cheeks heated up.

“I-I mean. Are you sure? You want a child with me?” Kuai Liang’s voice cracked as he asked, insecurity creeped into his voice. Kuai Liang was old, and he wasn’t even sure he could conceive anymore.

“Of course, my heart. I want to do everything with you.” Hanzo unwrapped Kuai Liang’s towel, and the cryomancer knew he was in for a long night. It seemed that the vendor was right after all. Kuai Liang did get lucky that night.

[antihexa-cos]

Finished Scorpion hood! Patterning and making this was, I believe, the closest thing to hell I’ve ever experienced. Anyways! Enjoy

[kenaigamesgallantly]

I want to bite his arms. Hanzo "chew toy" Hasashi. There are several versions of this format with varying characters. If you'd like to see someone, feel free to send a request!

Baraka | Erron Black | Kabal | Kung Lao | Noob Saibot | Raiden | Scorpion

[shkretart]

A few sketches on MK1. I draw during breaks from work, give me strength.

[ynnu-64]

KuaiHanzo making steam

[mado008]

Full in my telegram channel: Pizdeц

[angel-of-the-moons]

First off I'm really happy to see someone's still writing for MK11. It feels like everyone's dropped the game for the new one. So thank you. Second I would like to request MK11 Hanzo x fem reader fluff where reader found out she was pregnant and is really worried about telling Hanzo.

MK 11 is near and dear to me because it's what got me back into the franchise back when it first came out. At first I loved D'Vorah but then I got attached to Hanzo and Kuai's dynamics and then when Mileena came back? Ugh! Love!

Blossom

Hanzo x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: A little angst, fluff, pregnancy stuff! (Maybe an implied age gap between Reader and Hanzo but nothing specific, though Reader is definitely over 20)

Divider by @/saradika-graphics

Your nerves were eating themselves alive, feeling frayed at the edges as you plucked the edges of your sleeves in your anxiety.

How were you going to tell him? Ugh!

You could have sworn it was a safe day for you, when you were with him last... week? A few weeks ago? By the Elder Gods, how far were you along? The flimsy pieces of plastic you got at the store when you ventured into town on a "girl's trip" with Sonya couldn't predict that...

Sonya patted your back, the older woman smiling in sympathy, "Hey, I know how you feel. Cassie wasn't planned at all. Trust me, kid."

"I... It's just..." Your voice trembled almost as much as your hands holding the pregnancy test did. "What if he... what if he doesn't want it? After losing his wife and son, I... what if he doesn't want this--want us anymore--because he's afraid?"

"You sound like you already made up your mind about keeping the baby..." Sonya murmured softly.

You nodded, lifting your gaze to meet hers. You were sitting in the bathroom in she and Johnny's hotel suite--they were in Japan for some film shoot--your voices echoed softly off the tile walls and floor.

"I did. Is it... bad that I want this?" You asked her, chewing your bottom lip.

"No, no. no. Listen--" Sonya took the test from your hand carefully and laid it on the counter, before taking your hands in hers. "You're perfectly capable of making a decision like this. And... On the off-chance that Hanzo doesn't want this... Johnny and I will help you out. You deserve that."

"R-Really?" You asked her as your voice began to quiver. "You... You'd do that?"

"Hell yeah I would. You're one of the best operatives we have. A good fighter, great defender of Earthrealm. And... you're going to be a great mom. I'd be a major bitch if I just kicked you out after doing this with you without helping in some way."

"Think you mean General." You sniffled, smiling at her; your eyes misty with emotion. You never expected in your military career that the Sonya Blade would be one of your biggest supporters in this kind of event in your life. But... here you were.

Sonya grinned. "Damn straight. Now... if you need to, think about it before you spring it on him. Rehearse what you have to say before telling him if you gotta, okay?"

"How did... you tell Johnny about..."

"Oh, I threw the pregnancy tests at his big fat head and said "Congrats, you knocked me up, jackass"." She chuckled nostalgically.

"You did?" You gasped.

Sonya turned to you with a grin. "Yep. Shithead started crying right on the spot."

She cuffed you on the shoulder whilst you shared a laugh.

"Go and get a good night's rest, honey. You're gonna need it."

It had been nearly two days since your talk with Sonya. You had rehearsed in your head every night since over and over and over until the wee hours of the morning what Hanzo might say, and what you in turn would say to him.

But imagining the scenarios was enitrely different than putting them into action yourself...

You and Hanzo had been walking through the Fire Gardens, watching the Sakura blossoms shake and fall loose around you in a mix of velvety pink and white. It was beautiful, and a scene you normally would find very relaxing--if it weren't for the heavy iron blanket hanging in the air--the tension was so thick you weren't surprised Hanzo picked up on it.

"Something is bothering you." He said softly, his warm palm squeezing yours as you walked.

"...yeah." You answered truthfully, squeezing back.

Hanzo tugged your hand up to his chest, bringing your slow, leisurely walk to a halt. His deep, thoughtful eyes affixed their gaze to yours, imploring you. "Speak to me, my love. Please."

You felt your heart patter in your ribcage anxiously as his request hung in the air. Long, agonizing minutes stretched on for what felt like hours.

"Hanzo..." You managed to get out, despite your tongue feeling like sandpaper.

"I'm pregnant."

And with those two simple words... it was like the universe around you came to a floundering halt.

"...What?" He whispered, dropping your hand and taking a step back.

The absence of his touch filled you with fear, made you grow cold. Were your fears right? Did Hanzo not want this? You? The baby?

"You're... pregnant?" He whispered, his voice so soft you could just barely hear it over the branches in the trees creaking in the early summer breeze.

You nod, swallowing at the stone lodged in your throat, "Yeah..."

Once more the agonizing silence swallowed you both, the yawning chasm of anxiety etching itself deeper inside of you with every second that ticked by.

As you opened your mouth to speak, Hanzo closed the gap between you, crushing your body against his in a fierce, caging hug. His arms felt like the steel jaws of a bear trap as he held you, nearly squeezing the air from your lungs as he buried his face in your hair.

The silence still stretched on, however this time, you realized, it was not because Hanzo was upset or angry--but because he was crying.

His body trembled only slightly, his muscles straining to hold you without crushing you any more than he already was.

"Hanzo?" You whispered, your hope soaring even just a tiny bit.

"I love you." He croaked, his voice so rough it made you want to cry, "I love you more than life. I lost everything I loved... Quan-Chi turned me into a soulless, undead slave... I never thought I would be so happy again, as long as I lived. And... And then I found you."

He pulled back, one of his hands cupping your cheek; his thumb sweeping away one of the fat tears that tumbled down your cheek. His eyes were glassy and full of his own tears, but he had the warmest smile you'd ever seen on anyone.

"I love you so much, my fire lily. My heart." He rasped, his lips quivering even the slightest bit.

"Have you... decided what you want to--"

"I want to keep the baby, Hanzo." You blurted, your heart pounding and your blood rushing in your ears.

He sighed, his eyes soft and loving as he looked at you. "I... I am not surprised you have already made up your mind. You have always been so sure and confident. It is one of the many reasons why I adore you."

You smiled back, "I... I want this, Hanzo. I want our baby. I want... I want you with us, too." You licked your bottom lip.

"If you want us."

Hanzo responded to you by pulling you close and kissing you until your breath left your body; his tongue twisting and dancing with yours before brushing your lips as he pulled away, leaving you almost dazed and light-headed.

"I would let Kuai Liang freeze me to a block of ice and leave me on a desolate mountain to be eaten by wild animals before I let anything tear the two of you away from me." He said resolutely, his eyes steely and adamant.

Your body sagged with relief--literally--and you found yourself supported by Hanzo's strong embrace, your legs feeling like jelly and nearly giving out beneath you. Hanzo chuckled fondly as he rubbed your back to help soothe you.

Your name left his lips like a reverent prayer--and you lifted your head to look at him, tears now freely falling down your face as you smiled gleefully, "I--I was so scared.... Af-after what happened to you before, I... I was scared..."

"That out of fear for losing the two of you, I would run? Send you away for your safety?" He chuckled, as if the very notion was ridiculously insane.

"Never. It would take armageddon for something as cowardly as that. And maybe not even then."

You sniffed and hiccup, your mind a whirl of emotions as you began to break down once again, letting Hanzo hold you as he soothed you, spoke to you, and said the most romantic things you'd only read about in books.

He was happy. He wanted you and the baby. He was excited about having a family once again.

Hanzo Hasashi would once again get to feel the joy of seeing his child enter the world, getting to hold them; hearing their sweet cries as air filled their lungs.

He would get to be a father--and hopefully husband--once again.

[iliketangerines]

Mk11 Hanzo hizashi with male reader who’s a samurai- he aids Hanzo and they’ve known each other for a while ((he’s also old like Hanzo- I need some old man yaoi action)) and has fallen in love with Hanzo but fears to confess so he stays quiet but one day in the midst of a battle he confesses his feelings because he is badly hurt and thinks he’s going to die- but he doesn’t die and it bedridden until he heals..but since he’s alive he feels like a fool and expects Hanzo to look at him in disgust but he doesn’t..instead Hanzo tends to his wounds, feeds him, bathes him, and reciprocates his feelings.

what a fool

a/n: ah yes the old men, i love them

pairing: hanzo hasashi x gn!reader

warnings: canon-typical violence

you sit by Hanzo, listening to him explain the situation about the clan that had started to invade their grounds, and you nod, listening to the baritone of his voice echo in the meeting room

he dismisses the meeting with the final explanation of the increase in patrols and group size, and then he looks to you and sighs in exhaustion, shoulders loosening and eyes looking tired

you say as much, standing up from your seat at the same time as he does, and he shoots you a glare, the smile on his face betraying his amusement

walking out of the meeting room with him, he says that he’s just been worried as they’ve been terrorizing the villages underneath his protection and stealing their wares and food

you hum and nod, walking alongside him with your hands tucked into your robes, and Hanzo lets you follow him to the kitchens, where he brings you to the kitchens and lights a fire, placing a pot of water over the flame

the both of you let the silence surround you, only the sound of the outside world filling your ears, but the neither of you feel the need to speak, only needing the presence of each other

at least, that’s what you hope he’s also feeling as you sit on the counter of the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil over

you have harbored feelings for him for a while now, even before he had offered you a place in the clan as a mentor because he knew of your skill with a sword

accepting his offer had only led to your feelings intensifying now that you spent every waking day with him as his second in command, and the two of you had a comfortable routine

the morning would be spent training, sometimes with each other, sometimes with your respective initiates, wooden props clacking against each other as the two of you sparred as a demonstration to the trainees

with the sun came lunch, and the two of you would eat together, listening to the conversations of the Shirai Ryu mentors and trainees

the rest of the daylight was used to have meetings, plan out training regiments, approve shipments and diffuse any arguments between the members of the clan

and then as the sun set, he would make the both of you a cup of tea and the two of you would make idle chatter until the chefs kicked the both of you out to start making dinner

dinner was spent in Hanzo’s personal dining room, and the two of you just listened to each other speak or to nothing but the plates clink against each other

of course, you think that he likes you back, a lingering hand on your shoulder, a second too long spent staring into your eyes during a spar, but then again, he still mourned his son and wife

you’re not quite sure what to think as you watch Hanzo pour the water out of the pot and into a tea cup and hand it over to you

he pours his own drink, and as you wait for the water to cool down, you ask whether or not he would send supplies to the ravaged villages

the grandmaster nods, saying he will discuss with the rest of the council to decide on the optimal amount of supplies to send

you hum and nod, asking who will be sending the supplies, and he replies that he and you will, as a gesture to the villages that they are not scared of the invading clan

sipping on your tea, you mumble out an alright, thinking back to your weapons and how you would need to sharpen them soon then

the both of you finish your tea with idle conversation about the initiates, their training and their progress, their key mentors and their own training

as the both of you finish your cups of tea, the head chef enters the kitchen and kicks the two of you out, and you wander around the compound with Hanzo, checking on the different training grounds to see how everyone was progressing

dinner arrives as the moon rises in the sky, and the two of you disappear into Hanzo’s personal dining room, thanking the servers for your food before digging in

today, the room remains silent as the two of you eat your meals, but neither of you mind, moving in tandem to grab food from the dishes in the middle

soon, the plates are empty, and the two of you stand up

Hanzo walks with you to your bedroom, taking in the sights of the Fire Gardens that the two of you pass

you open the door to your room and give your grandmaster a bow and then close the door and turn on the lights

the rest of your routine is monotonous, combing out your hair, showering until steam fills the room, drying yourself off with a soft towel, dressing yourself, brushing your teeth, washing your face, and then tucking yourself into the covers of your bed

you curl up onto your side and stare at the wall, shooing away the thoughts of how warm Hanzo would be in bed curled up next to you

he would be warm, you know he would

perhaps his arms would curl around you and hug you close or perhaps he was a messy sleeper and took up more than half the bed

you wonder if he always smells like smoke and clean ash, and you wish you could tuck your head into his neck and let his scent envelop you

daydreams fill your head as your eyes droop close, and finally you fall into sleep’s arms and enjoy the soft gentle curl of Hanzo’s fingers intertwined with yours in your dream

too soon the sunrise wakes you up, the light beaming through the slats of your blinds, and you sit up in your bed, rubbing your face with your hands

you trudge out of the bed and to the bathroom, trying to get yourself to wake up before you arrive at morning training

eventually, you wake up as the first splash of water hits your face, and the rest of your routine goes by quickly as you dress into your training robes and walk on over to the training grounds

today, you would be watching over the senior group of initiates, ready to either graduate into samurai of the Shirai Ryu clan or spend more time in training

the morning goes by quickly as you watch each initiate spar with another, giving them notes at the end of each round, and at the end of training, you beckon the winner of each round to fight against you

you let them attack you, dodging and blocking each one easily and talking them through their moves as they continue to try and hit you

by the end, when you have them pinned down on the ground or a wooden sword digging into their neck or chest, you tell them your final notes and dismiss them all for lunch

it’s a rush of laughing and talking as they leave, and you find Hanzo standing by you, ready to walk with you to lunch

you smile at him and allow him to walk you to lunch, sitting down in the seat and listening to the idle chatter of the mentors and the trainees

the both of you finish lunch and walk over to the meeting room, sitting down by each other and setting up the map and pieces for when the other council members decide

it goes by in a breeze, Hanzo and the council deciding on how many supplies to send to the villages unanimously, the both of you would leave after dinner to deliver the supplies and would arrive by the time sundown arrived the next day

the meeting adjourns with a little more time before teatime, so you walk over to the weapons room, drawing your sword and laying it down as you prepare the whetstones for sharpening the blade

Hanzo watches intently as you sharpen the sword, and he doesn’t say anything as you concentrate on your task, pressing your lips together as you focus

you finish and blink at him, asking if he wanted to sharpen his weapons, and he nods, pulling out his rope dart and giving it to you for you to sharpen

you continue your work, making sure the edges were razor sharp and would be able to cut through bone like paper, and Hanzo hums in approval as you hand him back his weapons

he helps you stand up and put away the whetstones and takes you to the kitchens, boiling the water and serving you your favorite tea

neither of you speak, thinking of the upcoming envoy mission, going through battle strategies in your mind in case of a surprise ambush

the both of you move silently as you walk to the dining room and eat dinner in silence

tightening the sword sash on your side, the both of you stand and thank the server and walk over to the envoy preparing to leave

both of you walk around the carriage, checking on the supplies and doing a headcount of all the soldiers coming with you, and check that the horses were healthy

with one more once over, the two of you sit in the back of the carriage and pound on the headboard, indicating to the driver that they should start driving

the steady sway of the carriage starts, and Hanzo tells you to rest first and that he will wake you up when it is time

you frown but don’t protest against your grandmaster and get comfortable on the bench, resting your forehead against the headboard and closing your eyes

the dreamland is restless tonight, nothing quite happening in the darkness of your mind, and you awake as the sun hits your face, eyes fluttering to find Hanzo staring at you intently

you blink away the sleepiness, asking him why he didn’t wake you up and rubbing your face with your hands to try and get rid of the tiredness, and Hanzo waves you off, saying that he felt fine and that you should sleep more

frowning at him, you say that you’ve slept long enough and that he should sleep now, and Hanzo frowns right back at you

you scowl at him, crossing your arms, and he sighs and closes his eyes and leans against the headboard as well to sleep

a feeling of triumph fills you, and you smile at nothing in particular before realizing how dumb you must look and settle back into a straight face

there’s only the sound of the rattling carriage and hooves against the ground as the carriage moves forward, but as time passes, something feels wrong

something moves in Hanzo’s window, and you barely have time to react as you pull Hanzo out of his seat and onto the floor as a sword stabs through the side

the carriage halts suddenly, sending you stumbling into the door of the carriage, spilling out onto the ground and rolling yourself to land on your feet

your grandmaster leaps out of the carriage, mask engaged and hands flaming with fury, and you draw your weapon as well, the foreign warriors moving to attack the both of you

none of them are up to par with you or Hanzo’s fighting skills and are easily killed, blood staining your outfit and your sword as you move through them training dummies

they fall to the floor like ragdolls, and you move in a blur, looking back at Hanzo easily dispatching them

a sudden pain shoots through your arm, and you let out a grunt, spotting an archer in the distance, aiming their bow toward the grandmaster again

you ignore the arrow in your body as you rush towards Hanzo, pushing and slashing through the bodies as you cover him with your body from the arrow, the metal stabbing through your chest and making you groan in pain

you don’t get the chance to see Hanzo’s surprised face as you turn around and continue fighting with your sword, breathing getting louder with each second

cutting down the last invading soldier, you fall down to one knee, gasping for air and look down through blurry vision at the blood staining your robes

Hanzo is next to you, picking you up into his arms and bringing you back to the carriage and placing you on the floor as he tears off your robes and assesses the damage

he mutters underneath his breath that it isn’t a normal arrow, it’s different and has barbs in it to cause even worse damage, and you laugh that it isn’t good

your vision swims, only Hanzo’s face clear in your gaze, and you bring your hand up to his face, frowning at the blood on his skin

you then bring up your other hand, squishing his cheeks and saying he looked so cute like this, being squished, completely forgetting about the blood on his face

he’s saying something, you can’t hear him over the ringing, and you just shush him, lightly patting at the side of his face, words slurring together

you blink up at him as black creeps up at the edges of your vision, and you say that you love him before you fall limp in his arms

just like earlier, the dream world is empty and black as you float in it, and you really hope this isn’t where you’ll spend the rest of your afterlife

it’s dark and boring, floating in a space you can’t move in, and so you close your eyes again and wait for something to happen

there’s something warm on your head, softness surrounding your body, and you open your eyes again, immediately squinting at the bright lights

and then, you see a shadow hover over you, eyes finally focusing on the face of Hanzo, and you just blink at him

suddenly, you remember the last words you said to him, and your face flushes as your mouth gapes open, trying to find words to explain to him what you meant

Hanzo smiles at you, saying that you don’t have to explain anything, and he helps you sit up to change your bandages

there are no words exchanged between the two of you as he unwraps the bloodied bandages, and he applies a salve to it and rewraps the bandages around you tightly

helping you lay back down on the bed, he explains that he made it to the village with most of the other warriors and distributed the supplies already

and then, he grabs onto your hand and squeezes it gently, saying that he loved you as well, as more than a friend

you gape at him, words dying in your mouth for a completely different reason, and he just smiles and asks if he can kiss you

nodding at him, he leans down and kisses you, lips soft against yours and beard slightly scratching at your skin

you could most definitely get used to this

[quozacheese]

extra doodles from yesterday

[cherry-romper]

Mortal Kombat -

Suggestive Headcannons

+ Lui Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Shang Tsung, Reiko, Havik

Warnings; MDNI, Sexual Content,

Contains; GN!reader, fluff, smut

Liu Kang; 

A lover. He will hold you close, taking you in, memorising your every crease and curve, every bump and scar. 

He’s gentle and patient while also being full of zeal and desire. 

He’s not one to ask for it per se, he won’t be so blunt about it. It more so happens when one of you will deepen a kiss or shift when cuddling.

He loves you. Your pleasure is his. Seeing you satisfied, not just in bed but being with him, brings him great pride.

Kung Lao; 

Likes to give, loves to receive. A 69’er at heart, but enjoys seeing your face more; he takes pleasure in staring you down.

High sex-drive. Can be multiple times a night.

Loves building tension during the day. He’ll teasingly throw slights and jest at you all day; replying to all your questions with sarcasm. Adores back-and-forth banter. 

More domestically, he’d love to watch you. No matter what you’re doing, even if you’re just brushing your hair, he’ll be watching you intently. 

Raiden; 

Slow and steady, almost hesitant. He needs time to build confidence and try out new things. 

I feel like he’d want to keep your sex life private. Where Johnny or Kung Lao might brag, he’d rather have only the two of you know. It feels more intimate. 

Gentle with you, but can squeeze your skin when he’s close.

Big on aftercare. Will take care of you so well. Food, water, fresh clothes, a warm shower, clean sheets and cuddles.

Bi-han; 

He’s not big on sex. He’s too busy, and there are other, quicker ways to relieve stress.

HOWEVER, it’s different with you. He could look at you for hours, studying you, trying to find a reason why he feels this way about you. 

Takes you like you’re slipping from his hands. Grips you, hard, anywhere he can; arms, legs, hips, hair, throat, he doesn’t care, he’s grabbing it.

Incredibly spontaneous. You’re almost exclusively bent over something, if not you’re against a wall.

Kuai Liang; 

Gives you everything you ever wanted. You will always be satisfied.

90% love-making, 10% fucking. It’s rare, but sometimes just really needs you.

Soft grabs and deep kisses are his go to. 

Will let his hands glide up your thighs or your arms, often leading to the removal of clothing. 

Tomas Vrbada; 

He worships the ground you walk on, would do anything for you without a second thought. On his knees for you.

A begger. “Please” is his favourite word. 

Lets you take the reins, giving you the freedom to do whatever you want to him, but is down to take control if you get tired.

Will become an illegible, whiney mess. You make him loose his mind. He loves you, no one else could ever make him feel the way you do. You’re his soulmate.

Johnny Cage; 

As much as he loves himself, he reveres you like a deity. Of all the people he could be with, you’re the one he fell for; and he fell hard.

Needs to be able to see your face at all times, but isn’t opposed to doing it from behind, as long as there’s a mirror. 

Big fan of you being on top, with him thrusting, he gets to see himself and you at the same time, plus he can control the pace, it’s a no-brainer. 

He’s an “anytime, any place” kinda guy., you just have to say the word. Pool, Janitors closet, dressing room, toilets, he’s in.

Kenshi Takahashi;

Loves to feel you close. Skin-on-skin contact is an absolute must. He’s obsessed with your body.

Needs your wrapped around him, his head buried in your neck.

Pillowtalk KING. Cherishes being wrapped up in the covers with you, just holding you, reminding you how much he loves you.

Trusts you fully, you see him at his most vulnerable, he loves not having to be on his guard. Has a small kink for letting you take complete control.

Syzoth;

It’s a weird situation with him, you being warm and him being cold. He cannot get enough of entering you, feeling that warmth, it drives him crazy.

Lasts a long time. Big on edging. 

You tend to get caught up in laughing with each other, you’ll just look at each other and giggle. Enhances the feeling tenfold.

Can sandwich you between his cold body and a cold wall, he loves the way you heat up. 

Shang Tsung; 

You serve him. Seeing you on your knees gets him going. 

He never does it laying down, he’s always sitting or standing. You’re either bent over, on his lap, or on your knees.

Crazy for hair pulling, loves pulling you back and staring at the mess he made of your face. 

Will reward you, loves when you beg for him, show him you yearn for him.

Reiko; 

Post. Fight. Sex.

His adrenaline is high, his chest heaving - still trying to catch his breath, covered in blood, his only thought is you.

Absolutely feral. 

From behind, your hair is being pulled, your waist gripped, throat choked, your ear bitten.

Havik; 

Likes to be served, 100%. 

An exhibitionist. Likes to humiliate you, but also show you off. 

Youre HIS. Everyone, from outworld to the neatherrealm to earthrealm, will know about how good he makes you feel.   

Will degrade you but simultaneously tell you how good you feel. 

[sillyheartnerd]