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I’m gonna piggyback off the whole “heroes don’t eat pussy” debacle to remind the fandom that’s why I fuck a villain. Noob eats pussy like it’s his fucking job, he’ll eat pussy anytime, anywhere because he’s not afraid to please his woman. It’s not just Noob though, all the MK villains love eating pussy. Movie Sub-Zero? The man will do it so long and so often you’ll swear you’re pussy is frozen but it feels so good you don’t care. Kano? Can’t get enough of it, Kabal? Asks for seconds. Erron? Yee Haw, you’ll be riding that cowboy’s face all night long. Shang? You can’t keep that man away from your pussy. Goro might be a prince but that just means he eats pussy with class. Maybe Rain seems like a primadonna who wouldn’t but he tongue fucks so hard you’ll swear he’s the only god who exists. Hell even Shao Kahn is a pussy hungry fiend, how do you think he manages to keep Twindel? Again all of the MK villains love eating pussy even the ones I left off.

In conclusion being a villain fucker is better because our men love eating pussy.

106 notes • Posted 2021-06-15 17:39:33 GMT

Did someone order some Dom Daddy Polar Bear up in this bitch? Umm yes! Yes they did! I was recruited to write this after @legends-of-apex deferred @icy-spicy and @lilliannmac suggestion of the following:

After being summoned in such a grandiose way how could I refuse my beloveds like this? @legends-of-apex I hope you don't mind me borrowing your post format for this one.

Pairing: Bi-Han x F!Reader

Rating: Y'all know my drill by now this is absolutely NS/FW, not suitable for minors whatever you wanna call it, must be 18+ to read.

Word Count: 4,105

Summary: You're an instructor within the Lin Kuei and when the Shirai Ryu visit it's up to you to calm down your Grandmaster. Set post MK11 but it could totally be movie Bi-Han too, look y'all don't come to me for stories and settings lol It's whatever Bi-Han you want.

A/N: As always if you enjoyed this please leave me comments, likes reblogs, ridiculous gifs just anything that lets me know you liked it and want to see more from me in the future. As always a special thanks and shout out to my BH crew and my other MK lovelies who keep me inspired to keep writing, if you want to be tagged in future fics/headcanons whatever just let me know!

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You let out a loud groan as your student manages to land a hit on you, you had heard from Kuai Liang there was a particularly gifted student among the older students, but being one of the Lin Kuei’s best instructors you didn’t give it much thought. At least not until this moment when you were stunned briefly more from the blow dealt to your ego more so than the actual pain of the hit itself.

“Frost that’s enough, you made your point,” Kuai Liang calls from across the courtyard as the student, Frost; blatantly ignores Kuai Liang’s command and goes in for another hit.

You don’t have time to counterattack so you bring your hands up in a defensive stance, hoping that it will be enough to deflect the majority of the attack. You wait for the impact but it never comes, you hesitantly open your eyes when you hear a deep voice berating Frost.

“You’re about as stubborn and arrogant as I was at your age,” Bi-Han is in between the two of you holding Frost up by the scruff of her neck, the younger cryomancer looks furious and embarrassed all at the same time as she thrashes and growls in Bi-Han’s grasp. “You don’t have the same skill and accomplishments under your belt I did though, you have to earn that arrogance,” Bi-Han hisses, clearly annoyed with his brother’s ill-disciplined disciple.

Kuai Liang lets out a heavy, exasperated sigh as he makes his way to the center of the training grounds, “I’ll take it from here brother, she’s my problem and she has a lot of dishwashing in her future.” Kuai Liang helped Frost down from Bi-Han’s rough grasp and ushered her towards the kitchen, grumbling the whole way about how she needed to learn discipline and to stop embarrassing him in front of the Co-Grandmaster.

Bi-Han turns to you and runs his cold hand along your cheek affectionately, “well that was close, she almost got your face with that one.”

“I would have been fine Bi-Han, I can handle myself ya know, I am one of the instructors here for a reason,” you huff, your pride had already been wounded by Frost’s initial hit you didn’t need it further diminished by Bi-Han’s patronizing.

He grunts in annoyance before turning a playful smirk towards you, “oh I know you can take care of yourself qīn, but what if she had gotten your jaw? I’m looking out for my own interests, you can’t suck my dick if your jaw is broken.”

You scowl, the look he’s giving you is absolutely infuriating yet so commonplace for the older cryomancer you can’t help but be surprised his face hasn’t frozen that way. You take a breath to calm yourself, trying not to play into his hand, “well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

Bi-Han frowns at your response, disappointed he hadn’t been able to get a rise out of you like he had wanted, “well aren’t you a cheeky little minx today? You better go get washed up for dinner, we’ll have a talk about your behavior towards your Grandmaster later,” he growls before stalking off.

Heh heh heh shit, you think to yourself, the last thing you had wanted to do was piss the cryomancer off, something else must be troubling him, there was no way a snarky little comment from you, his bratty little lover; would set him off so greatly. You gnaw on your lower lip with worry as you make your way back to the barracks and to your room, you take a moment or two to splash some cold, clean water on your face and touch up your eyeliner before slipping out of your training robes and into your more formal silk robes. You make your way towards the dining hall and that’s when you notice him, the little Shirai Ryu whelp sitting next to Kuai Liang, making pleasant conversation with him. “So that’s it, that’s why Bi-Han is so on edge today, thank fuck they only sent Hasashi’s lapdog this time,” you narrow your eyes at Takeda and take your place next to Bi-Han, who is eating his meal quickly and in total silence.

Kuai Liang shoots a disapproving look at both of you, but neither one of you are willing to acknowledge your guest, you didn’t have any personal beef with Takeda, but he was Shirai Ryu and despite the truce, Kuai Liang forged during Bi-Han’s years as the wraith Noob Saibot, you weren’t exactly inclined to make nice with your lover’s murderer, let alone his clan. You also knew better than to provoke Bi-Han when he was like this, sure you loved poking the proverbial bear under normal circumstances but this was one of those situations where it was just better to go along with whatever the older cryomancer wanted.

Bi-Han stood abruptly after finishing his meal and headed out into the cold night, you stayed however to finish your meal and to give the cryomancer a little time and space to cool down.

Now that Bi-Han had left you could feel Kuai Liang’s brown eyes boring holes into your very soul anytime he looked at you and you knew you no longer had the protection of Bi-Han to excuse your rudeness. You take a sip of your drink and clear your throat before politely turning to Takeda, “I trust your trip was smooth and things here are to your liking, Takeda.”

Takeda just smiles at you, looking suddenly far less uncomfortable than he had with Bi-Han in the room, “everything went fine and most people have been welcoming and cooperative so far, well other than Sub-Zero.”

“Speaking of Sub-Zero, someone should probably go and check on him, you’ll excuse me of course. Takeda. Grandmaster, have a lovely evening,” you bow to the two of them before making your way out of the dining room, ignoring the furious glare from Kuai Liang. You don’t head after Bi-Han like you said you were going to, instead you head to your room, knowing the cryomancer would find you when he was willing to be around people again. It didn’t take him long.

Bi-Han was still in a foul mood, you could tell the moment the cryomancer stormed into your room after the tense communal evening meal. You’re almost afraid to ask him what he wants as a violent shiver wracks your body and you don’t dare move from your seat on your modest bed.

“Strip,” his deep voice commands, “I’m in no mood for pleasantries tonight,” he adds as Sub-Zero invades your space, his icy breath ghosting over your immediately hot, flushed cheeks.

“Y-yes Grandmaster,” your voice wobbles and falters as you rush to obey the cryomancer, you fumble clumsily with the ties to your robes.

Bi-Han growls with frustration and easily tears the silken fabrics from your body, before you can protest his cold lips are on yours, stealing your breath from the icy impact. “You’re taking too long,” he rumbles against your lips before snaking a hand around your throat.

You whine against his mouth as he applies the gentlest of pressures to your windpipe, restricting your airflow just enough to tease. Your eyes go wide as you're pressed down into your bed and tremble under the cryomancer, you’re not sure if you’re trembling from the cold rolling off Bi-Han’s perfect body or if it’s from your growing arousal. You knew this was the most likely outcome of the evening but even you were a bit surprised with how quickly Bi-Han was moving, there was no snide, teasing remarks, no playful dirty talk, just Sub-Zero demanding submission from you.

“You better be wet already qīn,” he grunts as he doesn’t even bother disrobing and opts for just pulling his impressive length from the confines of his rough linen pants before pulling your legs apart.

You can’t even form a response to his question, you were used to Bi-Han being a demanding and impatient man, but this was unusual behavior even for him. You bite your lip as you feel the velvety head of his cock gliding over your folds, smearing your want all over his length before sliding it inch by inch inside your aching hole. You cry out and throw your head back as you try and adjust to the cryomancer filling you, his cock opening you up gradually until you hear a frustrated grunt from Bi-Han as he pulls your hips toward his cramming the rest of his enormous cock in your tight pussy. Your eyes squeeze shut as you let out an embarrassingly loud shout as you feel his cock rearranging your insides, your pussy throbs around his length trying to accommodate him. “B-bi-Han,” you manage to whine before you find your airflow suddenly restricted.

“Grandmaster,” he growls in correction, “fuck you’re tight,” he grits out as he tries to let you adjust to his cock.

The stretch is so good but borderline painful at the same time, you shift your hips slightly in discomfort, hoping to get a better angle to alleviate some of the burn. Bi-Han doesn’t allow you the luxury of waiting though, he pulls his cock out until just the cold tip is left inside before slamming it back inside your tight pussy. You have to throw your hand over your mouth to stifle your cry so the others don’t hear you, Bi-Han lets out a satisfied groan atop you as your pussy desperately tries to accommodate his length. He thrusts slow and deep a few more times, opening you up little by little as you moan and squirm before he sets a hard, fast pace, his thick cock-head brushing against your sweet spot with each thrust. “So good,” you whimper softly as his hips smack into yours, his taut, perfectly muscled lower stomach assaulting your clit with each thrust, you were getting wetter by the moment but didn’t want to cum just yet.

Bi-Han growls as he fucks into you harder, the wetness only making his job easier but he frowns when he notices you trying to hold back and you’re startled to find his cold, calloused hand wrapped tightly around your neck as he keeps fucking you. The cryomancer just chuckles at your distress, loving the way his ever-tightening fingers forces you to tense around his cock. “The Lin Kuei never show mercy, you should know that better than anyone qīn” he purrs, his thrusts becoming more animalistic with your erratic movements.

Every thrust of his hip drives you mad with pleasure; it’s so intense you feel like you’re about to pass out as you try your best not to cum on his cold hard cock then and there. You choke as your air supply is cut off completely by the cryomancer’s icy hand, as he continues to use you for his own enjoyment, his pace cruel and unrelenting, driving you to hysterics as tears begin to fall. You feel like you’re drowning in the best way possible as Sub-Zero chokes you harder.

“Cum for your Grandmaster if you wanna breathe,” Bi-Han growls out as his cock slips in and out of your tight pussy.

Your eyes widen in shock as you gurgle and gasp for breath, it doesn’t take much longer until the cryomancer forces you to a peak more intense than any before it, your scream dies in your throat as you convulse around his hard length. Stars and black spots dance before your eyes as your body is wracked with shudders, your consciousness starts to fade as you continue to choke and gurgle riding out your orgasm. Eventually, he finally allows you to breathe again, you bark and wheeze trying to pull air back into your burning lungs, drool and spittle dripping down your chin.

Sub-Zero doesn’t even allow you to finish catching your breath before he unceremoniously pulls his cock out of your soaked, fluttering cunt. He grips your hair tightly and pulls you by your hair until your body is upright and your flushed, panting face is level with his cock. “Since you’re being so sloppy already you may as well just suck it,” he commands.

You suck in a deep breath through your nose before you begin to bob your head enthusiastically along his dripping length, tasting yourself on his cock. You moan loudly around his cock as you force him down your throat, it burns, it aches, you have to fight the urge to not gag, but you don’t care, deep down you love it when Bi-Han gets in a mood like this and uses you like the little whore for him you are. You mewl happily as a strong hand firmly grasps your hair, Bi-Han’s icy grip pulls your head back a bit, you’re about to start protesting before his cock sinks into your warm, wet mouth. Your eyes flutter shut as he slowly thrusts in and out of your mouth, using it the same way he was using your pussy just a few moments ago, filling your mouth with deep, slow strokes. It shouldn’t excite you as much as it does, but you can feel your want dripping down your thighs and the sheets below you are soaked through as his cock hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck, look at you,” he lets out a contented sigh as his hand cups your hollowed cheek before running his thumb around your cheekbone affectionately, his prior anger abating with each flick and curl of your tongue. “You’re being such a good girl for me now, such a good little Lin Kuei slut. Shit, don’t stop, it feels so good” he praises. Bi-Han’s lip curls up into a pleasured snarl as his cock sinks all the way into your tight throat and you find yourself fighting back the urge to sneeze as dark hairs assault your nose. He keeps his pace slow for a while, enjoying the heat and pressure of your mouth as he lazily presses his hips forward to meet your mouth, but it doesn’t stay slow and gentle for long though. Soon, he’s gripping your hair harder, demanding your head move swifter to keep up with the demand of his thrusting hips.

You whimper from his words of praise laced with humiliation as your eyes water while you fight back your gag reflex, you ignore your discomfort and focus solely on pleasing the cryomancer. You gurgle and moan wantonly around his length as you keep pace with him, relishing in the rough pace you’ve fallen into, saliva dripping down your chin as his cock slips down your throat over and over making you dizzier and dizzier with need and lack of oxygen. You lick and suck him as best as you can, still able to taste yourself on him; as his enormous cock slips in and out of your swollen, puffy lips. It’s a sensation you never want to end, “too bad the Shirai Ryu don’t stop by more often,” you think to yourself before you feel Bi-Han’s cock twitch deep in your throat forcing you to only think about his thick, cold cum coating your throat and mouth. A shiver wracks your body at the thought as you turn your eyes up towards his ice blue ones, silently pleading with your Grandmaster to finish in your mouth, your hands claw impatiently at his hips as you wait for his decision.

Sub-Zero knows exactly what you want but he has different plans, “good girl qīn, you’re always such a good girl for me,” Bi-Han grits out, his words dripping with lust “but I’m not done with you yet.” His labored breath comes out in great big clouds of condensation as he keeps thrusting his huge cock in and out of the impossibly tight confines of your throat, pushing you past your own limits of arousal, the puddle between your thighs growing by the minute. His cold hand forces its way into your mouth as his thumb pushes its way inside, pressing down firmly on your molars forcing your mouth open even more than it already is. “Fuck, you look so good like this, such a good little slut with your pretty little mouth stretched so wide around my dick like that,” he growls, forcing his cock all the way down your aching throat, holding it there as your tongue frantically laves the underside of his velvety shaft, desperate to please him. You can feel your chin becoming glossier with saliva as his thumb keeps your mouth open wide and you’re unable to keep up with him entirely, too caught up in enjoying being used to continue to focus on doing a good job.

You hear him groan your name as the grip on your hair tightens painfully, you squeeze your eyes shut as suddenly your mouth is left gaping and empty as he pushes you back effortlessly and cages your body with his well-built, cold body. Bi-Han grips at your hips frantically, frost slowly creeping along your soft skin as the cryomancer slams back inside your dripping cunt. You don’t care anymore about who hears you as you scream his name and practically cum then and there.

Bi-Han groans, deep and guttural with satisfaction as he revels in your tight, wet heat, “I’m not going to last much longer qīn,” he warns.

His cold fingers are suddenly in between your legs, rubbing your clit in time with his erratic thrusts, “please Grandmaster, please don’t stop, oh fuck your cock feels so good. So good!” You can’t help but cry as he slams into you over and over, each thrust assaulting a spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars. You cling to him as your body is covered in a thin veil of ice from the proximity of the cryomancer’s perfect body as your nails claw at his shoulders frantically. Everything feels so good, so perfect you don’t even care that his cock is pounding into your cervix causing your toes to curl with the overwhelming sensation. The sensation of the cryomancer’s cock filling you over and over immediately causes you to dig your nails deeply into his back as you arch your back almost entirely off the bed as his dick brushes against your sweet spot. You gasp as his cock fills you up so entirely your breath catches in your throat, you can’t help but squeeze and tighten around his length as he starts to pound harder into your trembling pussy. You scream his name as your orgasm crashes through your body with a force that knocks the air from your lungs and causes your vision to blur. Your pussy spasms around Bi-Han’s thick cock as your eyes roll into the back of your head as you continue to tremble and thrash beneath him as pleasure assaults your senses entirely leaving you weak and lightheaded. You whimper softly as the cryomancer grips your hips hard enough to leave bruises before he buries himself as deeply inside your tight wet heat he can.

“Fuck!” he shouts loudly as his hips press flush with yours and his body jolts and you feel his cock twitching wildly in the confines of your fluttering pussy as he cums deep inside you.

You cry out as you feel pulse after pulse of thick, cold cum coating your insides, paining your pussy white with the cryomancer's release. You whine and mewl in pleasure as you’re filled to the brim with the cold viscous fluid, your lips tiredly search for Bi-Han’s as you whimper his name over and over, your body trembling from the cold and your post-orgasmic bliss.

The cryomancer just chuckles as he sloppily closes the gap between you, his cold lips clumsily working against yours until he breaks free to pant with exertion. He lets out a deeply satisfied sigh as he collapses against you, “I swear qīn when I get like that you’re the only one who can calm me down.”

You practically purr with contentment as you card your fingers through his short ebony locks, “I’m more than happy to take care of you anytime, I just wish you didn’t let yourself get so bothered by those Shirai Ryu dogs. I mean look around Bi-Han, you won, you’re alive again, that asshole Hasashi couldn’t keep you dead forever.” You’re not sure if your words will soothe or provoke the cryomancer again, but you wouldn’t mind either outcome even though your throat ached and felt swollen and your poor pussy wasn’t in much better shape.

“Hm. I guess you’re right qīn, I am alive again and I have you to help relieve my tension, don’t act like you don’t love it when I get this way, I know you do. Maybe if you’re a really good girl I’ll choke you even when I’m not pissed off,” he chuckles before stifling a yawn. Bi-Han finally rolls off you and tucks his cock back into his pants, before wrapping your blanket around you and flinging you with ease over his shoulder. “You’re bed sucks, let’s go sleep in mine,” he complains before walking out into the great stone hallways connecting the many buildings of the Lin Kuei compound.

“Bi-Han!” you squeak in protest, “what if someone sees us!?” you squeal and cling to his broad shoulders.

“Oh please, like the whole compound doesn’t know you’re fucking the Grandmaster, trust me qīn your voice carries and like I said you bed sucks,” it doesn’t take long for him to walk across the torchlight courtyard to the Grandmaster’s chambers, as the eldest Bi-Han had the lavish complex to himself.

“Oof!” you exclaim as your dropped onto the soft bearskin blanket draped over his bed, “I mean I guess everyone must know, and your bed is a lot more comfortable than mine,” you finally relent before sleepily climbing under the warm blankets.

Bi-Han joins you and pulls you close as you drift off into a very satisfied sleep. You awake the next morning to find Bi-Han gone, but a fire was light in the fireplace and a fresh set of robes were laid on the bed next to you. You dressed quickly and made your way to the dining hall, hoping you hadn’t overslept too long.

“There you are y/n, I was afraid my brother killed you last night with the way you were screaming,” Kuai Liang announces loudly as you walk into the dining hall.

Your cheeks feel as though they’re on fire at the Co-Grandmaster’s words, “I, uh, yes, well, extra training can be quite intense sometimes, maybe if you tried it once in a while you’d be less uptight,” you mumble the later half under your breath.

“At least wake her up on time brother,” Kuai Liang turns to Bi-Han giving him a disapproving look.

Bi-Han just gives his younger brother a shit-eating grin, before whispering just loud enough for the two of them to hear “look when you do that good of a job sucking cock you earn the right to sleep in a little.”

Kuai Liang turns bright red at Bi-Han’s words, “brother please, I don’t need details.” He clears his throat and stands to address the rest of the clan, “you have 15 more minutes to finish your meals before commencing morning training.”

You share a knowing look with Bi-Han as you suggestively lick the thick congee from your spoon causing Kuai Liang to leave the table in a hurry, you scoot closer to Bi-Han once his brother’s gone. “He really needs to get laid,” you say casually before eating another mouthful of porridge.

“I don’t know, it’s a lot of fun teasing him,” Bi-Han chuckles shoving a mouthful of youtiao into his mouth.

“What exactly is your favorite pastime Bi-Han? Fucking me or teasing your little brother I wonder,” you muse aloud, finishing your breakfast in record time to be sure to beat your students to the training field.

“I’m the Grandmaster, I don’t have to choose, I get to do both as much as I want,” Bi-Han laughs before giving you a little swat on your behind as you rush off. “Have a good day with the little brats qīn, come find me when you’re ready for real training,” he grins at you before giving you a knowing wink.

You feel like skipping off to the training field but after last night’s session you can barely walk let alone skip, but you didn’t have any complaints and can’t seem to wipe your smile off your face the rest of the day looking forward to the night ahead.

117 notes • Posted 2021-08-22 19:35:34 GMT

I’m pretty sure Joe just made my Werewolf!Bi-Han fic canon with this post. 🤣

117 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 03:35:58 GMT

Shaved Ice

I wrote this as a trade with @cyber54prime, they requested a "fluff to hot" Bi-Han x F!Reader, so I really hope you enjoy it love! I'll admit I'm pretty much abysmal writing fluff, it's so out of my comfort zone but I tried my best and there's some hot filth at the end to make up for my inability to write fluff.

I tried to leave it vague so it can be game Bi-Han or movie Bi-Han since there's no such thing as a bad or wrong Bi-Han.

The basic synopsis is it's date night with Bi-Han and the two of you cook dinner together, but steamed dumplings aren't the only thing steamy the two of you get up to when Bi-Han decides he needs dessert to go along with dinner.

I'd throw in my usual spiel about please like/comment and reblog but no one seems to pay attention to that anyway.

“Like this?” you ask looking down at the large chunks of ginger you were attempting to mince before looking up at the tall cryomancer behind you.

He lets out a loud barking laugh, his dark brown eyes gleaming with amusement, “not even close qīn,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, this cold breath causing goosebumps to break out across the expanse of you neck. “Here, let me help,” he chuckles as his cold, calloused hands cover yours and he picks up the knife. He moves your hands expertly along the mangled clumps of ginger, “if you leave them in big chunks like that it will make the dumplings too spicy since the ginger is too big to get a chance to cook out properly. Ok, now scrape it into the bowl.”

You shiver as he presses his well-built body against yours, you grab the bowl of minced pork and hold it under the lip of the counter as you scrape the ginger off the cutting board and into the large mixing bowl. “So, the garlic chives are up next, right?” You ask as you turn around to look up into his unusually dark brown eyes, he always seemed relaxed in the kitchen, largely due to kitchen duties being one of the few activities he was able to enjoy during his years in the Lin Kuei.

“Hm,” he gives you a smug grin, “why don’t you let me handle the garlic chives, I don’t feel like pulling chunks out of my teeth all night.” Bi-Han teases as he holds out his arms, you don’t miss his biceps flexing with his movements as your breath catches in your throat. “Get behind me for a minute qīn,” you comply but peak your head out from behind his burly body when you noticed the drastic drop in temperature as you see dozens of glittering ice crystals suspended in mid air. With a sharp flick of his wrist Bi-Han hurls the ice at the garlic chives and you can’t help but let out a startled cry as the ice loudly crashes into the counter top, dicing the garlic chives with frightening precision all at once. He scoops the garlic chives and the scattered ice fragments into the bowl and sets it back on the counter.

“Show-off much?” you tease before adding “Ugh, you got all the ice in with the garlic chives it’s going to be super watery now, isn’t it?” you ask, the confusion evident on your face as you gaze up at the handsome cryomancer.

“Nah, that’s how Mom always made it, though she was a lot more accurate than I am though,” he smiles fondly at the memory of his Mother, “the ice makes it so the meat doesn’t get all tough and overworked when you mix it. Go ahead and add the rest of the liquids and cornstarch, I’ll mix it since my hands are a lot colder than yours, I won’t melt the fat in the meat like you would.” He snickers, enjoying the role reversal, usually you were the one who cooked for him, but once in a while he would cook with you, teaching you some of the recipes he could remember his mother making for him and his little brother when they were very small.

You follow his instructions, adding the shaoxing wine, soy sauce, sugar, sesame oil and other seasonings before adding just enough cornstarch to keep the filling bouncy and moist once it was cooked. You can’t help but admire Bi-Han’s movements as his hand deftly moved through the mixture with the same detail and precision he used on the battlefield, working the ingredients into a homogeneous mixture in no time.

“Wanna taste it?” he grins mischievously holds up his fingers in front of your mouth, clearly still covered in the raw meat and chive mixture.

You squeal and shove him with all your might, but can’t even budge the mountain of a man in front of you, “báixióng! Stop it!! Ew! Come on! It’s raw pork!” you giggle and squirm as he easily holds you close with his free arm. You manage to duck out from underneath his strong, well-muscled arm as he just laughs and chases you around your kitchen. “Ugh! Come on Bi-Han! Do NOT get raw meat all over the floor! I just mopped!” you can’t help but giggle wildly as you’re suddenly face-to-face with an icy version of your cryomancer as you crash into it gracelessly, sending ice flying all over the kitchen as you fall to the floor landing hard on your butt.

Bi-Han has the decency to look a little sheepish as he offers you his clean hand to help you up. “You ok qīn,” he asks and you can tell he’s trying desperately not to laugh at the display he’d just seen. After giving you bum a squeeze for good measure he smirks triumphantly as he knows he’s won the battle, if you could even call it that. It was hardly fair to try and compete with a professional assassin in a game of cat and mouse, but it was still always a good time, even if it meant having to mop the kitchen again after dinner.

You puff your cheeks out at the cryomancer and pout while rubbing your behind, “you don’t play fair.”

“Uh, of course I don’t. I play to win,” he grins, “you can’t play fair in my profession and expect to stay alive.” He says casually as you’re reminded that Bi-Han’s outlook on life in general is not exactly what most would call conventional. He rinses his hands before grabbing the dumpling wrappers from the fridge and flings them like a shuriken onto the counter with ease, “Mom would probably kick my ass if she knew I was using pre-made dumpling wrappers, but it’s just such a pain in the ass to knead, and it always comes out wrong because you have to use boiling water, but then it cools off to quickly and yeah, fuck it. We made the filling, that still counts right?”

You just laugh and nod in agreement as the two of you get to work pleating and folding the dumplings, making and even bigger mess as the two of you end up flinging the cornstarch water more at each other than using it to seal the dumplings.

Bi-Han looks down at the drying white mixture on his chest, “hey qīn, I’m you,” he smirks as he makes his filthy joke, causing your cheeks to heat up as you throw a dumpling at him, hitting him squarely in the forehead.

“Ugh! You are such a teenager sometimes! How are you in your 30s?!” you throw you arms up in exasperation as you turn your back to him, trying to hide the fact that you want to burst into a fit of giggles. “Let’s just make dinner now, ok?” you bend over to grab a pot yelping as the cryomancer swats your full behind. “Bi-Han! Come on!” you chastise him, getting up on your tip toes to glare into his now icy blue eyes, a dead give away that your playful little tryst in the kitchen was more foreplay than just play. You decide to give him a hard time though and ignore the obvious bulge in his pants, “do you want to fry them or steam them?” you ask turning towards the stove and brushing him off entirely.

You can hear him make an irritated noise before letting out a low sigh, letting you have your way for the time being, “Mom always steamed them, the meat’s juicier that way.” Bi-Han stalks off to get the mop while you’re bringing the water up to a boil and setting the steamer basket full of the plump dumplings on top of the pot before covering them with the bamboo lid.

You smile as you notice him cleaning up the mess the two of you, well mostly he, had made while you wait for the dumplings to cook. It doesn’t take very long for the dumplings to swell and fluff up as they are steamed to perfection before you turn them out onto a plate and head to the living room. Bi-Han isn’t far behind you with the dipping sauce and a few side dishes he’d picked up from your favorite street vendors.

Bi-Han beats you to the couch, casually dropping small bowls and plates onto the table as he sits, leaving space for the larger platter of dumplings. A bottle of baijiu is already on the table, two small cups resting upside down on its lid. He sighs and stretches his arms over his head, cracking a joint or two and settling in. You slip around the table and set down the plate just in time to be pulled quickly backward into a strong embrace.

“Bi-Han!” you shout, “I could have dropped that!”

“There’s always more dumplings,” he laughs, as you squirm in his lap.

He lets you slide onto the cushion next to him, but not before planting a kiss on the top of your head. Bi-Han plucks the cups from the top of the liquor bottle, pouring both of you a generous serving as you rearrange the parade of small plates. He holds one cup out to you, holding the other at his lips. You lock eyes and smile at each other as you drain the first of the night’s drinks. Over the next several minutes, you watch Bi-Han contentedly move dumplings to his mouth while you talk between bites.

The night has darkened outside by the time you realize that the food is mostly gone and you’ve hardly had a bite of it. Without the protection of a full stomach, the liquor has left you feeling floaty and warm, and you can feel the flush on your cheeks.

“Were you making conversation just to distract me,” you start, “while you eat all the dumplings?” Bi-Han chuckles at your teasing tone.

“Like I said, there’s always more dumplings.” As you flash him a pout, he redirects his chopsticks toward you, a dumpling between them.

You open your mouth slightly, then dart in for the kill, stealing the whole dumpling in one bite.

“Thief!” He shouts, dropping the chopsticks to grab you, squeezing your waist in one strong arm and pulling you toward him. Feigning defeat, you collapse against him, letting your hand fall against his chest. You didn’t have much of an appetite, anyway. He squeezes you again, perhaps involuntarily, as he reaches out to grab the last dumpling with his fingers. His hand is cold and rigid against your stomach, sending a brief shiver up your spine.

The meal done, Bi-Han leans back in the couch, letting his head fall back to rest on it. He exhales with the deep tone of a man completely at ease. For a moment, you are both silent, your breath the only sound in the room. You are tracing your fingers absent-mindedly around his torso, following the stitching of his clothes. His hand has steadily slipped down your abdomen, and you can’t help but notice the weight of his fingers against your thigh.

“Is that a wrap on date night, then?” You ask, surprised at the breathiness of your voice.

“Almost,” he gives you a sly, slightly tipsy smile, his high cheekbones tinged with a hint of pink, “you stay here, I’ll take care of the dishes and go grab some dessert.”

You hiccup and twitch your nose involuntarily as you can’t help but feel even warmer as you watch him leave while mumbling, “dessert? We don’t have anything and you don’t like dessert anyway.” You don’t really stress about it too much as you have a few more sips of the strong liquor and lean back into the plush couch cushions.

It doesn’t take long for Bi-Han to return, and when he does he has a positively wicked grin on his face as he holds up a tube of sweetened condensed milk, “I figure a meal like that deserves some bàobīng.”

You snort with laughter, “I suppose when you date a cryomancer, shaved ice is the only logical dessert, but we only have sweetened condensed milk, I thought you liked yours with flan too.” You hum inquisitively as he joins you on the couch.

“Hmm,” he rumbles against your neck, this cold breath causing goosebumps to spread across your skin instantaneously, “that might be true but I thought of a pretty good substitute I think.”

Bi-Han doesn’t even give you a chance to ponder the meaning of his words as you find yourself lying prone against the couch, caged under the cryomancer’s frigid, hard body, his cold hands making quick work of your clothing and you can’t tell if you’re shivering from Bi-Han’s chill or excitement he causes. You let out a high pitched squeal as your breasts are suddenly freezing and you look down to see a small pile of fluffy ice covering them, you squirm uncomfortably as he squeezes some of the sweet topping on top of it.

He jiggles your breasts together before smirking, “Looks and feels close enough to flan for me.” His gaze locks with yours, his ethereal ice blue eyes darkening with lust, “by the time I’m done with you qīn you’re going to be a trembling mess,” he growls as his cold tongue teasingly licks at the makeshift dessert.

You whimper and arch your back as his tongue languidly laps at the cold, sticky treat, your cheeks feel hot and flushed in spite of the actions of the cryomancer. “Ah, un, Bi-Han,” you huff softly as he makes quick work of the ice and he turns his attention to your full breasts, licking and sucking at your nipple before letting out a low groan and stuffing as much as he can into his mouth. Your hands find their way into his short black hair while you cry his name as arousal floods through you, making your panties wet and uncomfortably sticky.

Bi-Han pulls away with an audible pop before leaning back a bit to squeeze some of the sweetened condensed milk into his mouth, he gives you an infuriatingly smug grin as he leans down to kiss you, slowly and deeply. He easily works your mouth open, his cold, sweet tongue wrapping around yours, coaxing it into his frigid mouth.

You moan into his mouth as the taste of the sweet confection floods your mouth, mingling with the residual baijiu, the taste is heady and addictive, which wasn’t surprising since Bi-Han alone was like some sort of drug you couldn’t get enough of. You feel bolder in your intoxicated state as you tug his head more to the side and your tongue battles with his for dominance, he cups your cheek and growls at your actions as he easily regains the upper hand of the kiss. Soon you find yourself drowning in the cryomancer’s icy mouth, his tongue pushing its way forcefully into your mouth, forcing you to pant to try and keep up with the clash of lips and teasing nips. You yelp as he snags your lower lip a bit too harshly and the two of you moan in unison as your hot, coppery blood seeps into Bi-Han’s cold mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls back, lapping apologetically at the wound he had created, “this is definitely how dessert should always be, but I’m still unsatisfied.” His icy blue eyes turn positively predatory as he looks down at you, grinning wickedly at the flustered and flushed expression on your face as your little pants come out in puffs of thickly condensed air.

You eagerly lift your hips up as you help him rid you of your pants, “please Bi-Han, I don’t want to wait, I’m so wet already.” You beg softly and subconsciously lick your lips as the cryomancer pulls his shirt off, revealing his exquisitely sculpted body. “Fuck,” you whimper and bite your lip as you can’t help but stare at his massive pecs, bulging biceps and last but not least his perfectly chiseled abs, sometimes it was hard to belief this real life Adonis was yours. You’re pulled from your thoughts by your legs being pushed back and spread open as the cold confection dribbles onto your exposed core, your cheeks feel like they’re on fire. “B-Bi-Han!” you sputter as you squirm under the unfamiliar sensation.

He just chuckles and flashes you another smug grin as his mouth descends on your hot, wet sex, he growls in anticipation as he his tongue envelops you, smearing your want with the sweetened condensed milk.

Your brain feels like it’s about to short circuit as he makes a proper mess of you, his cold tongue teasing your dripping folds open as he languidly laps the sticky, sweet liquid away. You squirm in his grip as he pushes your legs apart farther as his tongue delves in between your folds, the contrast of his cold and your heat sending a full body shiver through your tensed body. You can feel Bi-Han’s smug smirk against your slippery folds as his skilled organ chases away each drop of the sweet treat along with your arousal. You can’t help but throw your head back and let out an embarrassingly loud cry as he turns his attention towards your fluttering hole as his icy, skillful tongue wriggles its way into your tight entrance, Bi-Han’s entire mouth enveloping your entire mound in winter while he sloppily sucks against your quivering flesh. Your eyes squeeze shut as your mouth falls open, “fuck it feels so good,” you whisper in a needy voice, rolling your hips against his cold mouth.

His insatiable tongue continues to roll along your sopping folds, as your thighs tremble against his well-built shoulders and your hands scramble for purchase in his hair. Your eyes fly open and you let out a high pitched squeak as his thick tongue pushes inside your tight, hot opening. The sensation of the thick, cold muscle wiggling and writhing inside you makes your stomach clench lasciviously as you can’t help but squeeze around him desperate for more of the incredible duality of something so cold inside you causing your body to feel so hot and frenzied.

His name falls from your lips in broken pants as he fucks you open with his wicked tongue, his blunt fingernails digging into your thighs as the cryomancer thrusts his cold, slippery tongue in and out of you. He growls animalistically against your core as the vibrations from his deep voice makes your stomach clench almost painfully and a fresh wave of arousal soaks his cold tongue in your hot juices. “Bi-Han, oh fuck, Bi-Han! S-Sub-Zero, please, please,” you whimper pitifully as your body goes taut and your toes curl as you feel your orgasm building up to almost the point of breaking.

He just chuckles smugly against your wet sex as he delights in your trembling and squirming body, he pulls back from you to nip playfully at your inner thigh, “you’re going to have to ask me nicer than that qīn.” He flashes his teeth at you, his chin glistening with your want as he waits for you to break.

Panic floods through you as you pant and heave, “please, oh god, please Bi-Han, you can’t leave me like this! I’m so close, please, please let me cum!” You can feel the tears of desperation pricking at the corners of your eyes, and you bite your lip trembling with need. You arch your back and let out a pleasured scream as suddenly the cryomancer slides his huge cock inside your quivering womanhood, you didn’t even realize he had taken his pants off; your arms instinctively loop around his broad shoulders as your nails dig into his icy skin. Your body convulses as your orgasm tears through your body, “Sub-Zero!” you shriek in unbridled pleasure, as the waves a pleasure coarse through your body. It’s all so much all at once, the delicious friction of his length opening you up and filling you so impossibly full, almost too full, it’s anything and everything you could have asked for in this moment. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you tongue droops to the side, saliva dripping down the side of your cheek as you tremble and ride out your orgasm, you pussy pulsing frenetically around the cryomancer’s perfect dick.

He grunts as his lip curls up into a snarl as your velveteen heat envelopes his icy shaft, each pleasurable pulse of your orgasm pulling his length deeper inside your tight canal. “Fuck, you look so fucking good when you cum around my cock,” he hisses as he doesn’t give you any reprieve as he starts fucking you hard.

Each thrust from your cryomancer just seems to draw out your pleasure, leaving you a trembling, whimpering mess as he pounds into your tight pussy. His cock feels even bigger than usual in your tipsy state, each thrust opening you up more and more, you continue to moan and whine as your voice rises higher in octave and volume as you start to roll your hips into Bi-Han’s powerful thrusts. You’re completely blissed out and oblivious to anything other than the cryomancer as his thick cock makes it impossible to think about anything but how perfect his length feels inside you. Your nails bite into his flesh harder, as blood bubbles up from underneath your fingers as you bite your lip hard to try and stifle your cries.

“Hn. There’s no need to get shy now, let me hear you qīn,” he coaxes you as he shifts his hips, the new angle driving his thick cock-head against your sweet spot with each harsh thrust forcing you to cry and shout with each of his movements.

You’re trying hard to hold back your tears as you’re quickly pushed past your breaking point as the cryomancer fucks you relentlessly in your overstimulated state, “ah Sub-Zero! Please, please,” you wail pitifully, you pussy tightening around his thick cock. The feeling of him so deeply inside you felt so good, it was all too much as you squeeze around him again while his name falls from your lips like a litany, your whole body goes rigid briefly before you quake and tremble uncontrollable. Your walls flutter around his cock as your cunt greedily tries to suck the cryomancer’s dick in deeper as you shudder and shake through the last bits of your orgasm as your head finally falls back into the couch and blotchy stars and dots dance before your eyes. You pant and heave with satisfaction as you try and regain your senses to be able to focus on the handsome cryomancer above you.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Bi-Han grits out, his eyebrows knitted in concentration as his grip tightens and you can feel the bruises start to form as cold ice creeps along your thighs and his thrusts become more erratic. His lip curls before he chuckles, “you ready to be filled with my sweetened condensed milk qīn?” his smug grin is still plastered to his face even as he’s about to lose himself in your crushing heat.

You just whine softly and pull him closer, “please, oh please Bi-Han, I need you to fill me up, please. It feels so good when you cum inside me,” you bite you lip as you cheeks flush at your embarrassing admission. You couldn’t help yourself though, the feeling of such a powerful warrior losing himself just because of you was too intoxicating to pass up on.

He groans at your words and his breath seems labored as he thrusts inside of you a few more times before stilling deep inside you, he lets out a low bestial groan as his hips stutter while he pumps you full of his icy cum.

You let out a satisfied moan as you feel the thick pulses of the cryomancer’s release filling your tight little hole, everything about it feels so right you can’t help but tremble as you’re chilled from the inside out. You whisper his name softly before pulling his head down so you can brush your lips softly against his as you bask in the perfection of post orgasmic afterglow. “We should make dinner together more often.”

“Only if I get you for dessert again,” he chuckles tiredly against you before slumping against you comfortably. His cold, heavy body feeling so perfect and so comforting against yours.

“You can have me anytime you like, you don’t have to wait for dessert,” you chuckle and yawn as you run your fingers through his hair, just enjoying the closeness between the two of you. You can’t help but love soft moments like this, where Bi-Han wasn’t just some deadly, ruthless killer, but he was just a man, one you loved dearly and even if he didn’t say it often, you know he cares deeply for you. Moments like this you wished would last forever, but for now you would settle for just morning as you nuzzle against Bi-Han’s muscular shoulder and fall into a satisfied sleep.

117 notes • Posted 2021-05-08 22:20:04 GMT

Qixi Festival: Chinese Valentine’s Day headcanons

Qixi Festival is the seventh day of the seventh lunar month which is August 14th this year and is often referred to as Chinese Valentine’s Day, it comes from an ancient Chinese story about a heavenly fairy named Zhinü falling in love with a cow-herder named Niulang. The romance between a celestial being and a commoner from earth is forbidden however and they are cast to opposite sides of the galaxy, separated by the Milky Way. Once a year they are permitted to meet and a bridge of magpies form so that the immortal lovers can meet once more.

So, let’s see how our favorite Chinese kharacters celebrate the holiday with their s/os :) I tried to make this one gender-neutral so everyone can enjoy it, and I wrote some kharacters I’ve never written before so I really hope they turned out ok.

Bi-Han

Bi-Han isn’t really huge on romance or holidays but he does make an effort for you. He doesn’t so much care about the legend of Niulang and Zhinü but he’ll tell it to you if you ask. He remembers his mother telling the story to him and baby Kuai ages ago.

He always goes out of his way to give you lavish gifts or little gifts depending on your preference and comfort level but it almost always includes a bouquet of frozen red roses (totally not what Papa Zero got for Mama Zero) and sweets of some sort.

Bi-Han usually follows the trend of what seems to be the most popular in the department stores around Qixi Festival unless of course, he knows you don’t like what’s popular that year. He never minds shopping for you but the large crowds and long lines that come with other lovers wanting to impress their significant others does tend to frustrate him, but you’re worth the annoyance to him.

He’s a very observant man what with being an assassin so expect him to surprise you with something you’ve wanted for a long time but didn’t dare tell him for fear of the price tag If you lean towards purses you’ll wake up to a gorgeous new Louis Vuitton or Gucci purse and maybe even some matching shoes and a whole outfit if you aren’t purse inclined he’s still got you covered with a smart new wallet and belt or maybe some cool electronics you’ve been eyeing up if the traditional Qixi gifts don’t fit for you.

Depending on if you’re an introvert or an extrovert he has a nice evening planned, for our innies, he’ll cook or order in from your favorite restaurant and spoil you with all your favorite foods. For our outies you can expect a lovely night on the town, drinks at a fancy bar, dinner at your favorite restaurant, and maybe even a night of dancing since we all know Bi-Han has some pretty sick moves.

During Qixi he goes out of his way to be a bit more touchy-feely than usual and he even goes so far as to spread rose petals all over the bed you two share together even if it does make him blush a bit and make him feel kind of stupid, he’s doing it for you so he deals with the uncomfortable feelings. Bi-Han spends the rest of the night showing you how much you mean to him (ie railing you all night) and if you’re really lucky he might even whisper “wo ai ni” in your ear.

Kuai Liang

Like his big brother, romance isn’t really his thing, and if anything he’s even more awkward about it than Bi-Han is.

While Big Bro shows his feelings with expensive gifts, Kuai Liang opts for showing his feelings. He’ll stay in bed a little longer on Qixi and not wake you up at the crack of dawn for training.

He’ll wake you up with a soft kiss and wrap his strong arms around you comfortingly for a few extra moments before finally slipping out of bed to get ready for the day.

The rest of the day is largely the same as usual since Qixi isn’t a public holiday there’s no reason for the Lin Kuei to get it off either. Kuai Liang will train his students as expected and you’ll do your daily duties as well, when night comes though Kuai Liang will usher you away from the communal dining hall to his private pavilion.

It’s done up in ice flowers and frozen hearts, the scene is breathtaking. There’s a small table in the middle set for just the two of you and the two of you eat in comfort as you enjoy each other’s presence and talk to one another about your day.

There are no extravagant presents or anything like that but an evening alone with the Grandmaster is worth more than any fancy trinket to you. Like Bi-Han, Kuai Liang will spend the rest of the evening showing his feelings to you, but in a much deeper and more intimate way with little whispers of his undying love between his movements and won’t stop until you beg him to do so.

Shang Tsung

Being several centuries-old Shang is very familiar with the idea of the Qixi Festival and though he might not appear it from his rather ruthless exterior the sorcerer is actually quite fond of the festival and is quite the romantic.

If you’re unfamiliar with the story he will happily regale you with his rendition of the star-crossed lovers who are only allowed to meet once a year, he’ll weave the story over a lavish meal prepared by his servants.

Shang is traditional with his gifts and spares no expense, expect to come home to your home absolutely dripping in red roses and beautiful and elaborately woven tapestries embroidered with magpies, a nod to Zhinü’s heavenly weaving and her annual reunion with Niulang.

Being a very fashionable man Shang will spoil his s/o with lavish jewelry, he does this regardless of your gender because let's be honest, to be Shang’s significant you have to be pretty extravagant yourself since he demands perfection from his partner. Gold is always a lucky color in Chinese culture so you’ll probably find yourself dripping in delicate gold strands and only delicate gold strands.

Like Bi-Han, Shang is also a man that will express himself through his actions so prepare to be fully spoiled and satisfied in every possible way before the night is over. He’ll have you screaming his name until you’re hoarse, though of course, you don’t mind.

After he fully satisfies you and himself he’ll spend the rest of the night with his strong arms wrapped around you, whispering little praises and declarations of love. The sorcerer might be a hard catch but once you’ve caught him he’s fully dedicated and will do anything and everything to keep his s/o happy and satisfied.

Liu Kang

Being an orphan raised by the White Lotus Society monks at the Wu Shi academy Liu Kang isn’t actually familiar with Qixi Festival in the slightest, it wasn’t exactly something the monks covered in his daily training regiment. When you mention it to him however he goes out of his way to research the holiday thoroughly.

Liu Kang invites you to meet him along a lovely, picturesque river and hands you a single red rose when you join him. The two of you walk and chat pleasantly along the scenic route for quite a while before you come across a bridge, Liu Kang proudly points out the decorations that have been put up for the holiday of Zhinü and Niulang embracing atop a bridge of magpies.

He’s a very devoted lover so he takes little things seriously and wants to make sure he makes the occasion special for you since you brought it up to him. After you walk along the riverfront he surprises you by taking you to a local park where he has a romantic picnic set up for the two of you.

Rose petals are scattered along the blanket in between all your favorite dishes, the two of you enjoy your meal with happy chatter and banter, it makes you feel so special knowing Liu Kang set all of this up just for you.

After your meal, the two of you return to walking arm in arm along the river enjoying the romantic setting and just spending time together without the fears and responsibilities Liu Kang’s life usually consists of.

The romance doesn’t end with your date though, Liu Kang has one more surprise for you, after your walk, the two of you find yourself at the Civil Affairs Bureau, Liu Kang drags you into the line behind the other excited couples as he surprises you with a ring and confesses he’s been trying to find the right time to ask you to marry him for ages. You tearfully accept and can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with the Shaolin.

Kung Lao

Kung Lao is a little more worldly than Liu Kang and is vaguely aware of Qixi Festival, despite having the same upbringing as Liu Kang, he’s always been fascinated with the world outside the Shaolin. He follows the new trend in the holiday and invites you to the movies, of course, it's a sappy, romantic comedy because that’s the most fitting for the holiday.

Kung Lao being Kung Lao can’t help but make jokes throughout the movie drawing several glares and shushing from the other patrons, but his antics just make you giggle madly. You don’t really pay attention to the movie but you don’t really care, you’re just happy to spend time with Kung Lao.

Once the movie is over the two of you go back to your place and you exchange small, meaningful presents to show your love and dedication to one another, it’s a rare side of Kung Lao seeing him being so serious and dedicated to you. It’s little moments like this that you can’t help but treasure. A few steamy kisses are exchanged before Kung Lao announces he has a special meal planned for the two of you.

Kung Lao has become quite the cook despite spending most of his years at the Wu Shi Academy and he whips up a simple but scrumptious meal for the two of you, all of your favorites are crammed onto your small dining table and in the center a towering plate of egg rolls.

You can’t help but burst out laughing when you see them, you have heard Kung Lao recount the tale between him and Kano many times and egg rolls have become somewhat of a private joke between the two of you. The two of you enjoy the meal as Kung Lao regales you with one of his many stories and you listen intently, loving the way his face lights up as he excitedly tells you about the tricks he and Liu Kang used to play on the monks when they were growing up.

After dinner the two of you cuddle on your couch as Kung Lao turns uncharacteristically serious as he professes his love for you and how glad he is that the two of you don’t have to suffer the same fate as Zhinü and Niulang. You’re slightly taken aback that the story has touched Kung Lao so deeply, but you cup his cheeks and reassure him that nothing, not even the Milky Way could keep the two of you apart. He kisses you passionately before picking you up and heading to the bedroom where he continues to profess his undying love for you the rest of the night.

Tagging my BH beloveds: @icy-spicy @poor-unfortunate-soul-85 @missroro @chadillacboseman @free-the-shadows @nyxdjarin @legends-of-apex @lillikue @tora-lotus @periwinklesprinkle @justnerdthings

Special mention beloveds: @thetigerandthedoe @fromthewifecage @ayas-lair @feistyfandomthings

If I missed anyone I apologize T_T if anyone wants to be tagged in future things (assuming I get off my boyfriend’s d*ck lazy ass and actually write again) just let me know :3

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Mind the Gap: Two

Shang- Chi woke up alone in your narrow bed and lay there for a long moment looking at the ceiling. There are plastic stars and dozens upon dozens painstakingly handwritten lines of poetry and little quotes. He wondered how you’d gotten them up there. And he wondered if you kept them because they comforted you. Or inspired you.

It was… weird seeing the parts of yourself you’d tried to hide for so long. The instruments, the books, the crystals. The way the room was flooded with colored light as the sun hit the stained glass. He thoughts of your drab little apartment. The orderliness of it. How minimalist it was. This felt better. Somehow all the missing pieces that gave him any doubts at all made more sense.

He looked at the photos. Little, frozen, out of context moments. People he didn’t recognize. Until he got to the end. Kai in Uniform and holding you, smiling while your chubby dimpled hands cover your mouth. You couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6. All puppy fat and big smiles. That made him feel warm. It was nice knowing that you hadn’t just sprung up somewhere fully formed. And that Kai, for all his unbothered attitude really did love you.

Behind him, he heard footsteps and whirled around to face the door. He wasn’t sure if it was you or not. But. He didn’t want to be caught snooping. So when Katy stuck her head around the door, he exhaled slowly. “There’s breakfast downstairs,” she said quietly, “You okay?”

“Better,” he said after a long second. “I just-”

“I know,” she said. “Her Godmother said she almost died and then-”

“And then she woke up,” he finished.

“And heard someone talking in her head, which- what?”

Shang-Chi made a soft noise that even he didn’t know the meaning of. Last night, he still hadn’t pressed on you for answers. You’d been so disoriented and tired that it didn’t seem quite fair to probe something that obviously caused that much pain. Even as he held you, you’d cried in your sleep, your hands fisted around handfuls of his shirt. And now he didn’t wonder why he frequently found you either awake and working or asleep somewhere else. You talked. Alternating between defiance and begging. It hurt. It tore at him like sharp pointed teeth. It still hurt even in the bright light of day. And he wondered if you couldn’t remember or if- if the Archive wouldn’t let you remember.

“Let’s go eat,” Katy prompted, linking her arm through his. “Lea said Y/N may not be back for hours… Something about everything being a little “off” after she loses a day or two of time.”

He nodded and reluctantly allowed himself to be dragged away from the pictures. His stomach making most of the decision for him. He wasn’t sure what food was down there but it smelled amazing. And he realized that he’d not eaten anything since breakfast the previous day.

In the kitchen, he pauses for a second to take in all the details he hadn’t noticed before. Too worried about you being alone in the bedroom in the attic. Bundles of herbs are hanging to dry. Everything is copper and scrubbed oak work surfaces. The windows are open and the smells from the garden and wet earth from the rain the day before mingle pleasantly with all the pastry smells and warm coffee. It’s comfortable in a way that isn’t manufactured for the house guests. It’s a working room. One that operates the same way year round. And Shang-Chi wondered what happened to keep you away.

Even as your Godmother, Grandmother and assorted cousins quickly ply them all with breakfast and hospitality, he can’t help but feel a little… Overwhelmed. Everyone is just so friendly and warm. No one questions them. No one is apprehensive. And as the talk flies around the table, it’s quickly apparent that you come by your humor and broody tendencies honestly. Your grandmother likes to fuss and she likes guests. She especially likes having ALL of her grandkids at home which he’s given to understand is rare.

Outside there’s the sound of horses and incoherent masculine whooping sounds after a while and She smiles, “I wondered if they’d be back before lunch.”

Shang-Chi watched out the window over her shoulder and she chuckled, “I don’t know how neither of them has never broken their necks jumping that back fence… It used to take years off my life watching them do it when they were small.”

“Daredevils, huh?”

She half shrugged, “It was almost impossible to keep either of them in the house… Wild things.” But there was more fondness than heat in her voice even as she shook her head. “Though their father being what he is, it’s no small wonder.”

He’s only half listening now as he watched you dismount from the horse you’d been riding. Your hair is messy and windblown and there’s color in your face and the careless half smile. There’s a warmth that spreads through his chest, even as his heart skips a beat.

You pause in the kitchen, looking surprised to find people there and glance at the clock frowning before checking your watch. Almost like you aren’t sure which one to believe. “Sit, Eat,” Lea scolds, pressing a mug into your hands and gesturing at an empty chair.

“I don’t think I can,” you say hesitantly.

The taller woman cradles your face in her hands for a second and turns your head to the side to inspect the still fading bruises, “Is it better or worse than it was?”

“It depends on how long I’m out for,” you say after a moment. “It still takes at least a day. But sometimes a week or more.”

“And everything else?”

“The only thing that feels right is being outside.”

Shang-Chi watches Lea and Kai trade worried looks while you studiously look at the mug in your hands after Lea lets you go and deposits you in a chair. “Try any way,” she said softly, setting a plate down in front of you gently. There’s not much on it. A little fruit, some fresh bread and some ham. But even from where he’s standing Shang-Chi can see some of the color leave your face.

“I should call the Aunts and tell them we’re going to cancel the party…” your grandmother said after watching you try to pick at the fruit before giving up and trying a bit of bread.

“I’ll be fine,” you sigh, “It’s just some nausea from getting smacked in the head hell knows how many times and the usual disorientation from not being in the same timezone as everyone else.”

“Smacked in the head?” Katy asked over her mug.

“I made my phone call. The last thing I remember is getting pistol whipped before I was yanked out of the driver’s seat… You would think, given that the Archive lives in my head it would do more to prevent head trauma but… Nah. Who needs grey matter?”

“Driver’s seat?” she asked, wincing.

“It the easiest way I’ve ever found to explain it. This is a meat mech and I don’t always get to drive… The Archive has two main objectives. Protecting the vessel that houses it AND protecting the balance of the universe by preserving knowledge… Anything that interferes with those goals is typically dealt with with extreme prejudice.”

“Typically?” This time it was Wenwu who asked and you half turn that direction and shrug, honestly grateful to not have to pretend to eat.

“Archives have never had their own physical body. By their own account and every corroborating account I’ve ever found they’re… spirits for lack of a better word. A manifestation of desperation. Probably resulting from things like the destruction of the Library of Alexandria and so forth… So they don’t really have any moral quandaries. Not the way a physical entity might.” You sigh and tilt your head, popping your neck to try and relieve some of the discomfort.

“So how-”

“I was the most powerful person in the room when a previous vessel died,” you say exhaling slowly.

“You were a kid,” Shang-Chi said taking the vacant seat on your right.

“It’s- Atypical- according to the Archive for them to inhabit children… Their ability to complete their task can be hindered somewhat by the physical ability of a vessel. But. I had the potential, I guess. So here we are.”

“That was a very coherent explanation,” Kai said mildly.

“Getting out for a while helped make some space to think,” you say shrugging again, “And i did promise an explanation.”

“Space?” Katy asked, frowning.

“Imagine putting all my books into Shang-Chi’s apartment then trying to find something,” you snort. “It takes effort. And a little time. And some shuffling around.”

“Hey!” he protested, throwing one arm over the back of your chair to tug you closer.

“It’s not my fault you live in a literal shoebox.”

“It’s not my fault you’re a nerd,” he chuckles, kissing the side of your head gently.

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You stand on the dock watching the sunlight on the water and sink gratefully onto the warm wood. For a person as introverted as you are, being bombarded on all sides all the time is… Overwhelming. You can hear the people in the distance. The talking and laughing and general ruckus. It’s familiar. But right now you’d kill for silence.

And you aren’t sure but, you think that the Archive might have similar feelings. That in itself is a blessing. You’re tired. Your body is sore. And all you want is to crawl back into your bed.

“You okay?”

You half turn to look up at Shang- Chi and smile a little. “Just tired,” you assure him.

“Are you always… this way?” He doesn’t really know how to put it. Or if you really want company. But, he settles behind you and pulls you against his chest.

“Tired? Yeah. The Archive doesn’t sleep. It interferes with the mission. Which means I’m more often than not awake the entire time… Unless it affects the performance of the vessel. Then I can sleep.”

He doesn’t really know what to say to that. So he doesn’t say anything. Gratified when you don’t pull away he pulls you a little closer and kisses the side of your head.

And not for the first time, you thank whatever gods might be listening for people who understand silence.

Shang-chi isn’t sure when you fall asleep. But when he hears the quiet little snores from your head being in a slightly weird angle, he smiles a little and adjusts you carefully to be laying more securely against his chest. It gives him some time to think.

For the years that he spent dancing around you as you started as a friend of Katy’s, he’d felt a pain. A sense that something was too raw to touch. It had made you feel familiar. It made you feel like a kindred spirit. A twin flame. Even as you both tried to hold back, to love people without letting them see the ugly things you kept hidden. Even as you’d tried to build a relationship on secrets. But now? This moment sitting in the sunshine on the dock with you snoring on his shoulder, it feels more intimate than any time he’d ever managed to get you naked. For you to be this comfortable with him… Not to belittle the sanctity of a drunk make out after a duet at karaoke but… It felt like progress. Real progress. He could see the person you were under all the secrets and little white lies. And somehow, it wasn’t very far from what he already knew.

Footsteps on the dock behind him make him half turn, careful not to jostle you awake. He’s not surprised to see Kai standing there. “Is she asleep?”

He nodded, reluctant to talk in case you weren’t as deeply asleep as you seemed.

“Good,” Kai said relaxing a little. “Listen, Grandma is going to turn this into a party… It’s Charity season and Y/N hasn’t been home for anything in… a while. So the aunts and subsequently all the kids are on their way. If you can I’d carry her into the house and put her back to bed. Once the kids learn she’s here there’s not going to be any more sleeping.”

When Kai noticed him frowning the other man smiled a little. “She means well. After… Everything happened Grandma just didn’t want her to be treated like a leper.” You stir sleepily and both men wince reflexively, “Can you-”

“I got her,” Shang-Chi answered, reluctant to let you go. Not even to Kai.

And to his credit, Shang-Chi thought, Kai let him go past without much more than a nod.

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