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the little things
Pairing/s: Bi Han x Fem!Reader Warning/s: 18+ (mentions detailed smut), angst, a bit ooc bi han, sad bi han Word Count: 1.7k
Summary: He started to notice the little things. Author's note: hi! i apologize for not posting as much, i swear i am working on so much fics :')) my mind is just really focused on uni stuff but i promise i'll have more fics posted soon
a map filled with various markers drawn on areas—potential locations—where the shirai ryu could be found was laid out on top of the grandmaster's desk. bi han was bent over dozens of paperwork, he had worked tirelessly all night and day with cyrax and sektor planning the cyber initiative for the lin kuei clan.
he lifted his head away from the papers to take a short break from reading, shutting his eyes and rubbing his temples. when was the last time he had a good night's sleep? why did he suddenly feel such a heavy weight place itself upon his shoulders? his eyes lingering across the large study room; the sight of the two other empty desks puts a scowl on his face, the remembrance of his brothers' betrayal still ran deep within him. he then glanced at a far corner of the room, your bookshelf now littered with cyborg pieces and wires. despite the rage brewing inside, bi han could not help but also feel pain within him.
why did they all betray him? how could they all not see his vision for their clan? how could they just easily leave him alone like that?
their absence had majorly shifted the mood within the lin kuei palace. all the recruits were extremely on edge, servants stayed within their quarters for longer periods of time--only coming out to do their duties--or they'd leave and never return, and there was cold dull aura engulfing the area despite the many fires placed around.
for a time, bi han thought it was nothing; just minor adjustments he could handle. however, it only stuck out more like a rash he can never seem to get rid off. every time he took his meals in the dining hall, he felt... off. the sounds he could hear were cyrax and sektor's muttering about the technological advancements they were achieving. bi han was always only focused on himself and his own world, only eating quietly and eyes on his bowl, so please tell him why, when he raised his head to find out what was bothering him, did the table seem much bigger? were those seats always empty? why did these spaces pierce daggers into him? did he always eat so little?
he noticed that his blue ninja outfits after being stitched, did not have that sweet aroma he thought it naturally had. they stench of laundry soap.
after a long while, bi han then began to irritatably notice more of the little things.
during training, the silence of the yard haunts him, bi han noticed the absent sounds of tomas’ karambit hitting the wooden dummies, the sight of kuai liang polishing and sharpening his weapons while speaking to the recruits, tomas’ groans of frustration when he is beaten once again by kuai liang, or the way you praise bi han on when he’s dueling with either a group of lin kuei recruits or one of his brothers. the feeling of your gaze exploring his sweaty body no longer trailed across his skin, he's met with emptiness.
the halls of the lin kuei palace grow colder and its silent aura deafening. bi han has always hated the torturous presence of silence. it reminds him of the isolated bubble he’s built around himself ever since their mother died and his father forced rigorous teachings upon him, he was always required to train alone to avoid distractions and harden himself. from time to time, on his way to his isolation, he would catch both his brothers play fighting in the yard and they would invite him to join in but he’d give them the cold shoulder. this continued on for weeks and his response grew shorter and much more harsh, until finally they stopped and avoided him.
they now kept to themselves and instead of seeking them out, the hurt made bi han more irritated and more focused on his self-improvement; thinking they didn’t like him anymore.
he often thinks if what he did, choosing the betterment of his clan over his family, was the right decision. now, the meeting room where he missed your laugh and voice when you tell about the happenings of your day, kuai liang’s voice of reason when bi han had rash decisions during plannings, or tomas’ stupid bickering of their late father’s principles and ideals. now he stares at the map in front of him and the empty room excluding cyrax and sektor in the corner tinkering with god knows what.
the missing warmth made him shiver, you would always have your hands on his shoulder when he was hunched over the table like this; easing his stress and ice cold blood. he could feel a phantom of you over him, but he yearned for your skin against his, your lips leaving pecks on his nape. bi han sighed in exhaustion.
sektor noticed this, “grandmaster, are you alright?” she faced her leader and cautiously walked towards his figure, not wanting to intrude on his personal space.
bi han just nodded, “i am feeling tired, continue on without me. i wish to lie for a bit.” he said, before pushing himself away from the table and walking towards the door.
“But the plans bi ha—“
“i said i will lie for a bit. did you not hear me sektor?” bi han growled.
“yes, grandmaster. we shall await you.” sektor stepped back, watching her leader’s figure exit the study room.
bi han let out a loud exhale before making his way back to his bedroom.
if kuai liang and tomas were here, they’d immediately recommend bi han to go to bed once he shows any sign of exhaustion. they would always reassure him that they could handle the responsibilities for the night, he needed to get some well-deserved rest and should spend some time with his wife. bi han would remember the way they had to call you to the study to be able to persuade him to go to bed. he was offended they would treat him like a child like this but deep down inside, he appreciated the caring gesture—plus he loved seeing you puff your cheeks out of frustration.
his steps grow heavy—the excitement of going to bed now fades slowly since your presence was the only thing that made him feel at ease. the long silent hallways kept draining every ounce of hope and bits of happiness left within him, the mask that he wears became suffocating and the lin kuei badge now burns on his chest as he feels it was the major reason for the decisions he’s made. memories flood through him as he passes by the doors and picture frames along the hallway.
he distinctly remembers the way he fucked you against the walls of this hallway, you were teasing him all day and pressured him to chase around the palace while the others were on missions of their own. he remembers the way he grabbed you by the hair and back-hugged you tightly, grinding his pelvis into your ass and his cold lips between your neck and shoulder. he remembers the feeling of your legs around his waist as he pounded you into the wall, your nails digging and scratching on his back—he could still feel the burning sensation. his hands remember the curviness of your body and the juicy flesh of your ass in his fingertips, keeping you so closely connected to his sweaty body. he remembers how you moaned his name so loud it echoed around the halls, your breathless pants and screams never ceased along with the skin slapping against skin. the picture frames falling from their hooks with every thrust of his hips into yours.
he, especially, remembers your whispers of affection along his lips when he creamed into your pussy. bi han felt his heart swell that moment, he loved you so dearly and deeply. he would freeze the world to a standstill if it meant being with you for all eternity.
after that, he brought you to both of yours’ shared bedroom, crashing on the bed and cuddling you close. he could even remember the sounds of your giggles at his intimate actions.
bi han slams the door of his bedroom open, your faint aroma hit his nose and his eyes sadly glance at the neatly made empty bed. he pictured your figure reading one of the lin kuei history books, your favorite tea sitting on your bedside table. now he is greeted with nothing but the consequences of his own actions. he shivered from the cold breeze coming from the open window as it brushes against his skin, you always wanted it wide open because you loved watching the sun rise as you awake in the morning. the warmth of the sun enveloping your hugged figures.
he closed the door behind him and walked to his small cabinet in the corner, his hands go up to his face to take of his mask and carelessly tossed it on the surface. bi han rubbed his temples trying to ease his head pain.
finally realizing that he could not have the energy to go back to cyrax and sektor, he unbuttoned his blue-tattered uniform and tossed it in a hamper nearby, leaving him topless and his black pants. he then dragged his tired figure to sit at the end of the bed. he bent down to take his shoes off and put them aside—if you were here, you’d tell him to properly put them in the corner of the room so that none of you would trip over it in the morning.
suddenly, he felt tears pricking in the corner of his eyes. bi han took deep slow breaths and swallowed just so that he could stop the sobs that threatened to escape his lips. he deeply regrets taking the risk of trusting shang tsung’s word, but you would understand that all he did was release them from liu kang’s clutches, right? could you take him back? could any of you take him back after what he’s done? would you three listen to the reason why he did what he had to do? if he had the chance to meet you again, could you give him a second chance to make things right?
his thoughts consume him the entire evening, and he eventually finally lies his head on the pillows. the covers shielded and hid him from the blowing evening breeze, but it couldn't stop the ice from forming within the deepened hole of his heart nor hide the tears flowing down his cheeks.
A/N: ok idk if i like this but the idea came to me so good adhakdjsj also i know this is not the kung lao and raiden x reader fic i was writing for almost weeks now but i needed to get this off my chest and drafts ajsndjkhabdks angsty bi han is best bi han
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・・・across timelines [mk1!johnny x reader].
sum. seeing you again amidst armageddon overjoyed johnny, but, were you the you that he knew? whatever or whoever you were, all he knew was he was glad to see you alive.
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across timelines — johnny cage !
sum. seeing you again amidst armageddon overjoyed johnny, but, were you the you that he knew? whatever or whoever you were, all he knew was he was glad to see you alive.
author's notes. beyond pressing 'read more' – everything you'll read is purely fictional and based on the mind; spelling and grammar mistakes, spot them and get a price (aka my thanks), moreover, feedback and comments are highly valued! i hope you have a good reading experience. love, ian. ౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅
tags ・・・ johnny cage x reader, character death, angst, hurt/comfort, very mcu gamora and quill coded. does not accurately follow the storyline of mk1.
word count ・5.9k
send an ask → find more on the navi → find more on the mortal kombat masterlist !
johnny was still in place, motionless, his breathing stopped.
seeing your body drop down the floor, hearing it thud. bruises and scars decorating your skin, and blood weeping from your body staining the floor scarlet.
he could swear he'd watched how the life force drained from your body and dissolved into the wind, all from giving your all in the war to subdue your own mother, or at least one who was a splitting image of her.
"Y/N!!" he'd cry out, snapping from his trance. he'd run to your disheveled state, everything around you faded to black. "y/n.. no.. don't .. stay with me" he would plead, breaths heaving in desperation, trying to find reason and sense, how does he end your misery. his touch was delicate, afraid of hurting you even further, his hand would caress the back of your head and he would bring your half-asleep body closer to him. "y/n.. stay awake.. liu kang.. he can help you.." he would try, he would try to convince you, to convince himself, just to keep you with him, to persuade you to stay.
"johnny.." a soft plea in your voice, barely conscious, you were losing too much blood at this point. black spots clouded your vision, if you weren't fighting tooth and nail just to stay awake you probably couldn't feel how heavenly it was to be held by the jonathan carlton this way. finally. was this all it had to take? for him to finally hold you close... to hold you so tight, to never want to let you go. agonizing as it was, you'd force yourself to lift up your hand to his face, faintly feeling his ease into your touch.
"i'm here, y/n.." he'd reassure you. nothing felt better knowing, you know he's here with you. a small smile fell on your lips, before gradually, your eyes began to close. brows furrowed, johnny started panicking. "y/n? y/n? hey, don't be like this— y/n, y/n wake up!" he'd try to shake you slightly, until he shaked you more. "Y/N WAKE UP!" he'd cry louder, but to no use... you were...
"NO!"
johnny jolted from his slumber.
... gone. you were gone. truly... gone. forever.
his shoulder slump, his morale and his energy on the down low. it was the middle of the night and he'd awoke from his nightmare to another, the real one, this time. he couldn't bring himself to sleep again, he'd thought of you endlessly that night, dreading the fact of his not being there for you, that night where you had gone. why wasn't he where you were? why wasn't he with raiden and liu kang, why couldn't he stuck with you, like he promised?
how could he have slept at a time like this... gods only know how. a creeking noise would play in the dead of night, alerting johnny who arose from where he'd lain. "johnny.." he called, glowing white eyes, solemn and hints of worry in his voice – the god of fire and thunder wasn't well on hiding the heavy weights on his shoulder – johnny thought subconsciously, above all his concern, was his own exhaustion, what possibly could liu kang be barging inside his room for?
"come.. we must go." the lord said, it was not a simple ask, moreso an obligation.
this was it.
the .. the thing he had promised months ago, though at this point, it's felt like years for johnny.. this was.. this was gonna be the thing that would change the arc of his life..
for the better?
nah, how could it be? when you were... dead.
and he couldn't have done anything to prevent it. hell, liu kang couldn't. so how's this for the better? if it's without you?
he shrugged the thought off, he has to focus on now, as he walked alongside valiant warriors facing up against those who cowered up those stairs that descended from the heavens down to this hellscape.
"let's fucking dance" he'd say to himself, bouncing up and down to pump up in preparation, jazz and all.
then it began ...
cacophonies of war cries echoed from above and from behind him as everyone charged at each other. it was fucking arma fucking geddon. johnny rushed to reach the top, kicking, throwing, and punching anyone in the face, gladly, in their nuts— who got in his way. everytime he did, that sweet killer smile grew on his face, brushing off the sweat and blood that adorned his skin whilst continuing his descent towards the skies.
he was well on his way, when something suddenly clung to his ankle and dragged him down a LOT. "fuck!" he cursed out before trying to get back up, seeing who this fucker was trying to come for him, he was having none of it.
it was...
him.
"well if it isn't.. me" the other johnny seemed almost taken aback seeing johnny,
"just gonna put this out there, i'm the sexy one." johnny would taunt at him even when he was slightly struggling to get on his feet but he found himself bouncing right again ready to take this son of a bitch who was another version of himself, the other would just scoff, "yeah? well i'm sexier." a smirk etched on his stupid face, he would regret that for sure, johnny thought.
the other would launch forceballs at johnny but his were red, it was nothing to our ol' jonathan – dodging it like the plague. punishing the other with a crushing blow to the sternum with his shadow kick. he would laugh at his other who'd fall on his ass, groaning in pain, he'd go back to running up where he was supposed to go.
he ran and ran like there was no tomorrow, because it really felt like there wasn't gonna be anymore. he threw forceballs at anyone who got in his way, not caring anymore, he was gonna get up there and stop this shit.
and he got so close, closer, and closer!
and.. finally, he was there.
wow.. that was.. easy.
he'd scoff at the absurdity, that proved to be a mistake– when he got knocked down a few the pavement of the heavens.
"ow, what the fuck" he kept cursing, everyone's out for him today, no, literally.
he was about to crush the son of a bitch who tried him without pulling back his punches this time, when suddenly his arm clashes with theirs and time is stuck and still, as his eyes gaze back to the same eyes he'd missed terribly.
"...y/n..?" a call to the wind, above a whisper but beneath a yell, his heart doesn't know whether to pick up its pace in absolute euphoria or to slow down and cherish the small time in seeing you again.
oh he was so happy... so happy, he'd let his guard down.. as you did, surprisingly.
"you're alive..." a revelation to him.
an even bigger revelation to you,
who was this man? and why was he looking at you like this? ... nobody, you don't know this creep. you're alive? when had you not been?
"more than ever." you'd say, before swiftly moving forward to knee him in the groin. he'd groan aloud from the heavy impact.
kung lao hissed imagining the agony johnny must've experienced, "hurt like a bitch" johnny described poorly, eyes down, almost as if he wasn't upset at it, finding humor in the interaction with.. someone who resembled you. he almost laughed, but he'd smile smally instead.
he knows. he knows that lookalike wasn't you, because he remembers the you he'd known.
and he had no intention of forgetting you, ever. because across all the timelines that existed, of all the y/n's and the johnny's out there.
to him, the only y/n that mattered was you. and he knows you shared that sentiment. he was wholeheartedly yours, just the same way, you were his.
he would mourn you, for life.
across timelines — johnny cage !
sum. seeing you again amidst armageddon overjoyed johnny, but, were you the you that he knew? whatever or whoever you were, all he knew was he was glad to see you alive.
author's notes. beyond pressing 'read more' – everything you'll read is purely fictional and based on the mind; spelling and grammar mistakes, spot them and get a price (aka my thanks), moreover, feedback and comments are highly valued! i hope you have a good reading experience. love, ian. ౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅
tags ・・・ johnny cage x reader, character death, angst, hurt/comfort, very mcu gamora and quill coded. does not accurately follow the storyline of mk1.
word count ・5.9k
send an ask → find more on the navi → find more on the mortal kombat masterlist !
johnny was still in place, motionless, his breathing stopped.
seeing your body drop down the floor, hearing it thud. bruises and scars decorating your skin, and blood weeping from your body staining the floor scarlet.
he could swear he'd watched how the life force drained from your body and dissolved into the wind, all from giving your all in the war to subdue your own mother, or at least one who was a splitting image of her.
"Y/N!!" he'd cry out, snapping from his trance. he'd run to your disheveled state, everything around you faded to black. "y/n.. no.. don't .. stay with me" he would plead, breaths heaving in desperation, trying to find reason and sense, how does he end your misery. his touch was delicate, afraid of hurting you even further, his hand would caress the back of your head and he would bring your half-asleep body closer to him. "y/n.. stay awake.. liu kang.. he can help you.." he would try, he would try to convince you, to convince himself, just to keep you with him, to persuade you to stay.
"johnny.." a soft plea in your voice, barely conscious, you were losing too much blood at this point. black spots clouded your vision, if you weren't fighting tooth and nail just to stay awake you probably couldn't feel how heavenly it was to be held by the jonathan carlton this way. finally. was this all it had to take? for him to finally hold you close... to hold you so tight, to never want to let you go. agonizing as it was, you'd force yourself to lift up your hand to his face, faintly feeling his ease into your touch.
"i'm here, y/n.." he'd reassure you. nothing felt better knowing, you know he's here with you. a small smile fell on your lips, before gradually, your eyes began to close. brows furrowed, johnny started panicking. "y/n? y/n? hey, don't be like this— y/n, y/n wake up!" he'd try to shake you slightly, until he shaked you more. "Y/N WAKE UP!" he'd cry louder, but to no use... you were...
"NO!"
johnny jolted from his slumber.
... gone. you were gone. truly... gone. forever.
his shoulder slump, his morale and his energy on the down low. it was the middle of the night and he'd awoke from his nightmare to another, the real one, this time. he couldn't bring himself to sleep again, he'd thought of you endlessly that night, dreading the fact of his not being there for you, that night where you had gone. why wasn't he where you were? why wasn't he with raiden and liu kang, why couldn't he stuck with you, like he promised?
how could he have slept at a time like this... gods only know how. a creeking noise would play in the dead of night, alerting johnny who arose from where he'd lain. "johnny.." he called, glowing white eyes, solemn and hints of worry in his voice – the god of fire and thunder wasn't well on hiding the heavy weights on his shoulder – johnny thought subconsciously, above all his concern, was his own exhaustion, what possibly could liu kang be barging inside his room for?
"come.. we must go." the lord said, it was not a simple ask, moreso an obligation.
this was it.
the .. the thing he had promised months ago, though at this point, it's felt like years for johnny.. this was.. this was gonna be the thing that would change the arc of his life..
for the better?
nah, how could it be? when you were... dead.
and he couldn't have done anything to prevent it. hell, liu kang couldn't. so how's this for the better? if it's without you?
he shrugged the thought off, he has to focus on now, as he walked alongside valiant warriors facing up against those who cowered up those stairs that descended from the heavens down to this hellscape.
"let's fucking dance" he'd say to himself, bouncing up and down to pump up in preparation, jazz and all.
then it began ...
cacophonies of war cries echoed from above and from behind him as everyone charged at each other. it was fucking arma fucking geddon. johnny rushed to reach the top, kicking, throwing, and punching anyone in the face, gladly, in their nuts— who got in his way. everytime he did, that sweet killer smile grew on his face, brushing off the sweat and blood that adorned his skin whilst continuing his descent towards the skies.
he was well on his way, when something suddenly clung to his ankle and dragged him down a LOT. "fuck!" he cursed out before trying to get back up, seeing who this fucker was trying to come for him, he was having none of it.
it was...
him.
"well if it isn't.. me" the other johnny seemed almost taken aback seeing johnny,
"just gonna put this out there, i'm the sexy one." johnny would taunt at him even when he was slightly struggling to get on his feet but he found himself bouncing right again ready to take this son of a bitch who was another version of himself, the other would just scoff, "yeah? well i'm sexier." a smirk etched on his stupid face, he would regret that for sure, johnny thought.
the other would launch forceballs at johnny but his were red, it was nothing to our ol' jonathan – dodging it like the plague. punishing the other with a crushing blow to the sternum with his shadow kick. he would laugh at his other who'd fall on his ass, groaning in pain, he'd go back to running up where he was supposed to go.
he ran and ran like there was no tomorrow, because it really felt like there wasn't gonna be anymore. he threw forceballs at anyone who got in his way, not caring anymore, he was gonna get up there and stop this shit.
and he got so close, closer, and closer!
and.. finally, he was there.
wow.. that was.. easy.
he'd scoff at the absurdity, that proved to be a mistake– when he got knocked down a few the pavement of the heavens.
"ow, what the fuck" he kept cursing, everyone's out for him today, no, literally.
he was about to crush the son of a bitch who tried him without pulling back his punches this time, when suddenly his arm clashes with theirs and time is stuck and still, as his eyes gaze back to the same eyes he'd missed terribly.
"...y/n..?" a call to the wind, above a whisper but beneath a yell, his heart doesn't know whether to pick up its pace in absolute euphoria or to slow down and cherish the small time in seeing you again.
oh he was so happy... so happy, he'd let his guard down.. as you did, surprisingly.
"you're alive..." a revelation to him.
an even bigger revelation to you,
who was this man? and why was he looking at you like this? ... nobody, you don't know this creep. you're alive? when had you not been?
"more than ever." you'd say, before swiftly moving forward to knee him in the groin. he'd groan aloud from the heavy impact.
kung lao hissed imagining the agony johnny must've experienced, "hurt like a bitch" johnny described poorly, eyes down, almost as if he wasn't upset at it, finding humor in the interaction with.. someone who resembled you. he almost laughed, but he'd smile smally instead.
he knows. he knows that lookalike wasn't you, because he remembers the you he'd known.
and he had no intention of forgetting you, ever. because across all the timelines that existed, of all the y/n's and the johnny's out there.
to him, the only y/n that mattered was you. and he knows you shared that sentiment. he was wholeheartedly yours, just the same way, you were his.
he would mourn you, for life.
guys im so sorry for my ia-ness akjfhiaughiailfiau i'll post the johnny fic sat-sun i promise (hold me to that) - caught up with school and falling for bi han,,,, LMAO love u xo
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