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hunterwritings · 4 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 & 𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍

summary: bi-han is soft with you while you are pregnant warnings: pregnant!reader, soft!bi-han notes: i'm obsessed with bi-han and pregnant!reader (im literally a lesbian)

Your eyes were heavy as you lay in bed. You laid on your back with a hand on your protruding belly. You were about 8 months along in your pregnancy, and you most certainly couldn't hide it from anyone even if you wanted to.

"I had a feeling you were here." Bi-han's voice made your heavy eyelids open and see him closing the door behind him to your bedroom. A soft smile appears on your lips as you begin to sit up and rest your back on a pillow against the headboard. "No need to move." He says, you move anyway.

Bi-han has been with you through everything, and with your pregnancy, his protectiveness has increased tenfold. He wants to be around you 24/7 and doesn't want anyone else to be near you. It's not much different than his normal aura, but he treats you a much more fragile now that you are carrying his child. Bi-han has a difficult time talking about how much he cares and more so shows it by always being near you, bringing you anything you ask for, and things you don't ask for.

"Were you looking for me?" You ask as he sits on the edge of the bed next to you, slowly removing his mask.

"I was." He sets his mask down on the bed.

"Well, I finally took your advice and rested." You smirked.

"You should take my advice more often, I don't say it for no reason."

"I know." You smiled softly at him. He looked up at you and his gaze softened.

"I will make your dinner." He begins to stand.

"No, I'm not hungry yet." You shook your head as you grabbed his hand.

"You will be later, and you must eat enough for yourself and our child." He reminds you as you pull him towards you.

"I know, my love, I will. Just lay with me for a moment." Your eyes must've persuaded him because he groaned before sitting down next to you and pressing his back against the headboard. You tightly grip his cold hand as you interlace your fingers together. You reach your head up and press a soft kiss to his neck. He turns to you and kisses you on your lips, a relieved sigh falling from his nose.

"Are you mad at me?" You ask and he pulls away, almost looking offended.

"No. Why would you think that?" His eyebrows scrunched together as his eyes are locked on yours.

"I don't know it's just ― stupid." You chuckle as his expression remains serious.

"I want you to be in your best condition now that our child is almost here. No stress, no anxiousness or worry. Everything will be perfect for them." He reassures you as his expression softens. A wide smile plasters your face as you lean up to kiss him once again.

He pulls away from your lips and leans down to lie his head against your stomach, holding your belly with both his hands. You reach your hand up to hold his head softly as you play with his hair.

"I know what the baby will be." You smirked as he raises his head to look at you.

"How would you know that?"

"Mother's instinct." You smiled as he raised an eyebrow at you. "― and maybe some magic." You chuckle.

"It doesn't matter. They would be ours, and I would love them nonetheless." His head is back on your stomach, a small smile on his lips as he feels kicking.

You pet his head as you admire him, knowing this man would do absolutely anything for you and your child.

"It will be a boy, Bi-han."

He pulls his head up quickly as he looks at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Truly?" He asks as you nod your head.

"A firstborn son, just as I am. He will be a strong leader." He softly caresses your stomach with the slightly of smiles on his lips, his eyes locked on your belly.

"Firstborn?" You jokingly asked.

"You don't wish to have a village of children?" He smirks as he raises his eyebrow at you. You laugh loudly and playfully hit him in the arm.

"Let us get through one child first and then perhaps we could have more." You shake your head as he scoots closer to you before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

#— hunterwritings #hunter speaks #mk1 #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #bi han #bi han x reader #bihan #bihan x reader #sub zero #sub zero x reader

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aweina · 6 months

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୨୧. secret love spot — mortal kombat one. ( 17 + ) kameos : sub-zero. smoke + johnny cage

where you mark them. cw mentions of blood. biting. some angst.

bruises were a rarity for bi-han. his battles were fought effortlessly, driven by his icy rage and agile instincts. no common man has ever been able to brag about the tiny scratch imposed on the grandmaster’s body, or even boast about the brush of their bleeding knuckles passing by his scowl before they hit the ground. although with you, it’s a different story. your mouth was a weapon, a brush filled with the most colorful hues. you expel colors of cherry red, blush pink — the occasional deep purple — all over his milky skin. his neck and collarbones was your absolute favorite. the risk of him getting caught were palpable, one mindless adjustment to his collar would show a watercolor painting. bi-han, sadly, is too careful to let that happen. he’s composed with his movements, alert of where his hands should be, and the dead look in his eye draws curious eyes away from him. it’s a game he’ll gladly partake, knowing he’ll always win and have the reward of having your soft mouth prettily biting and suckling over the junction of his neck to his sharp collarbones. the outline of your mouth and the indents of your teeth were engraved into his mind, they teasingly ghost over the veins of his neck and ache over the hardness of his skin even after days has been passed. his loved skin has yet to heal. smudges of faint reds and purples across his usual unscathed complexion makes him smile in satisfaction and swell with pride over your cute little ownership you had over him. someone as small and fragile as you could be quite terrifying, much more than the faceless nobodies that dare to challenge him. from a mark from an enemy shows weakness, but a mark from a lover shows possession.

affection came from your lips. that’s what tomas believed. for a long time, his skin ached for a touch — one that felt loving and warm. instead it became tainted with oozing cuts and aching bruises, some encasing stories of deep tragedies and hardships, most he couldn’t even remember receiving until he quietly aids his broken body under the remnants of natural light. your touch felt like a healing balm, much softer and tender than the ones that were fueled with rage and pain. tomas, naturally, became putty to the brush of your soothing lips. each peck and drag of your plush lips made him go weak, vulnerable and unfocused — the complete opposite when he is sinking his sharpened karambit deep into the flesh and bones of those who threaten him with absolute precision and the crawling fear of death. it was then until you marked him for the first time, the press of your teeth feathery light until they were heavy set on his skin — tomas made a noise he couldn’t believe escaped his mouth. the sight of deep bruises used to remind him of temporary damage, broken skin battered from hate — restless training. now seeing them peppered over his hipbones his wrists, the only thing he could think of is your affection. the way you look up at him with watery eyes, suckling and licking gently over the redden bite marks blossoming on his blank pelvis. then you kiss and whisper sweet nothings into his wrist, pursing your swollen lips to decorate blossoms of deepened bruises over his starving skin. tomas gazes down over his bare body and is saddened to see your love marks hidden underneath his clothing. battle scars were always proudly shown, why couldn’t he do the same with the marks you’ve given him?

bruises and marks were a nightmare for johnny. a deep unflattering blemish to his manicured skin, he couldn’t even stand the sight of it when he passed by a mirror conveniently placed around his presence. this would leave him stuck at home with a lousy ice pack before he could even step forth on set. although he does acknowledge the fact it shows nobility and the effort he puts into his extravagant stunts and fighting sequences, they were a total pain in the ass — especially when they tainted the sculpt of his picturesque face. they painfully ached on his skin. any graze over his broken skin made him muffle a pathetic cry in the sleeves on his shirt. they completely ruin his perfect complexion, blotches of bleak yellow and shadowy purples mocked his pride until they fully healed and vanished. he hates bruises, end of story. but … there are exceptions. one he could positively think of you, yeah … definitely you. you’re absolute dynamite — passionate and not shy to leave a few marks here and there. the warmth of your mouth was addicting, one little kiss and his skin is adorned with dozens of purplish traces and teeth marks that pooled a drop of blood. he felt like a work of art, letting you greedily paint your lips over his luminous skin that he constantly pampered. johnny noticed that you loved to mark his inner thighs, holding them between your head as you branded him with your affection — suckling ever so slowly like you were savoring the taste of his rich cologne. not only does he love the touch of your mouth, but a mouthwatering sight he’ll never want to erase from his head. he’s cocky throughout it all, a smug look on his face with his pride swelling from your affectionate mouth. only then he’s turned over he feels a very sharp bite to his ass, johnny pathetically whimpers as he’s paraded with your laughter, only to be gently soothed afterwards with the warmth of your tongue. although he still whines at the painful marks and bites and gets sacred sitting down, he’s grown more fond of the look — johnny looked good in everything after all.

#.୨୧ ina writes #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #smoke x reader #subzero x reader #johnny cage x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #bihan x reader

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blurredpurplemint · 4 months

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(found this on tumblr and i can’t stop laughing 😭😭😭😭 thanks @katshinigami cuz it made me come up with this:)

kung lao: i think i’m finally getting what you see in him now.

you: ?

kung lao: bi-han. his breasts… they’re huge.

you: OMG ARENT THEY??

kung lao: i mean, what type of training is he engaged in… what kind of milk does he drink…

you: they’re standing there like they’re just asking to be fondled!

kung lao: i need to learn his secret.

you: oh and to abuse them, makin sweet tasty yogurt 🙌😮‍💨

kung lao: honestly… he can breastfeed me.

you: heyyy ☹️ they’re mine, i saw them first!!

kung lao: hey, they come in a pair…

you: i take the one on the right~ 🌝

kung lao: and me the one on the left~ 🌚

bi-han passing by, *traumatized*: talk about a monastery… i’m never setting a foot here ever again.

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koisuko · 7 days

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Its canon that bi han is mean to everyone now imagine he starts liking reader and is usually mean to her but now that he has a crush on her he flirtingly teases her and kuai or johnny witnesses the scene as is like " what was that.." bi hans like what??? And they're like "dude your totally flirted with her??"

Weee I love soft Bihan, doing a headcanon sort of style if that’s ok! (Even though I usually like the small text, gonna use the normal text for this one)

Tw: soft Bi-han, fem reader, no use of y/n

Despite Bi-han’s demeaning nature, you actually loved to be around him. Something about him just seemed so, gentle. Anyone would look at you as if you grew a second head if you told them this.

It took a while, of course, to get him to actually enjoy your presence; not that you knew this. You were pretty oblivious to his advances, assuming it was just his blunt nature making your heart race. The only sign you actually picked up on, was that he stopped forcing you to leave. You thought he just tolerated you, much like his brother Tomas, but it was more than that.

You had just finished a vigorous training session, beads of sweat formed at your brow. With a huff, you stood to wipe your forehead with the back of your hand. Just as you thought to go relax, have some tea, the sound of approaching footsteps caught your attention. None other than Bi-han himself, walking alongside his brother Kuai Liang. Presumably, they had come here to speak with Liu Kang.

Despite the reasoning for their visit, you walked over with a skip in your step and smiling from ear to ear. “Bi-han!” You called out, a bright eyed grin on your face. A barely noticeable shift occurred in him, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly, and his eyes softened subtly. What didn’t go unnoticed, was the pace he took when approaching you. Kuai Liang’s keen eye observed Bi-Hans stride become quicker and wider. He was rushing to greet you.

The two of you stood looking at each other for a moment, before your gaze averted to the floor. His eyes were intense, and not as frozen as they used to be. “W-what brings you here?” You asked, more so murmuring in his general direction than speaking.

Eventually, Kuai Liang managed to catch up, standing beside his brother. He didn’t mean to ease drop, but curiosity got the better of him. As you two conversed, he could see the way his brother visibly changed around you. For the first time, Kuai Liang watched his brother melt.

“You look beautiful,” Bi-han blurted out, playing it off with his usual stoic expression. Both you and Kuai Liang were taken aback by this compliment. Your face bursted into a series of red shades, “y-yo-“ you cleared your throat, “you look great too!”

As the conversation ended, Bi-han waved you off with a nod and watched your retreating form with a gaze of longing. Kuai Liang, his face still wide eyed and stunned by his brother’s sudden change, turned to look at Bi-han. “I’ve never seen you flirt, brother, she must be special.” He smirked. Bi-han grunted, his scowl returning once again, “come, let us speak with Liu Kang.”

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johnkahner · 6 months

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Bi-Han x Reader drabble

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

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

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

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

“Qīn, just stay in bed for now”

“Bi-Han. We need to get up.”

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

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

“Who is it?”

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

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

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

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #bi han x reader #bihan x reader #bi-han x reader #subzero x reader #sub zero x reader #sub-zero x reader #gn reader #bi-han x gn!reader #sub-zero x gn!reader

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shangsclaws · 7 months

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Hello! May I ask for letters F and G for Bihan and Raiden. From the alphabet prompt.

— Thank you Hun ♡.

already did F for bihan right here!

also, unintentional raiden angst incoming… oops

𝑩𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑵

G - Green: What are they like when they're jealous?

On his own, Bi Han is already no fun and games, a stick in the mud within reason (Lin Kuei reason, that is). Now, though? Bi Han’s jealousy seemingly rears its head at anyone but the one he’s jealous over, and with little explanation to those he lashes out at. It's not as if his subordinates can get an explanation anyway, given how quick he is to shoot down their concerns over his callous behaviour. The grandmaster knows damn well why he's irritated though, it's simply that he doesn't realize he's terrible at keeping his jealousy to himself.

The only behaviour he has to show for his jealousy is the frigid silence that washes over him whenever you are in the vicinity. It’s even worse when catching you and the person he thinks is vying for your attention in the same room -- his jaw clenches, fists curling at his sides, and he leaves the room seemingly in a rush.

"Bi Han," you eye the grandmaster carefully, noting the unusually absent look in his eyes, "is something the matter?" He does not immediately respond, looking at you once with those cold eyes, before turning his back to you. "I am completely fine,” he huffs, “thank you."

𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵

F - Flirting: How do they flirt?

Raiden's flirting feels more like harmless compliments than romantic banter. He's terribly afraid his tame attempts at flattery will come off as Johnny Cage kind of direct, and if there's one thing he was taught as a child, it's to practice modesty. It frustrates him to no end, then, when he notices the contents of his 'advances' get him little to nowhere.

Raiden's interest is instead betrayed by the sheer quantity of his compliments, not the quality. He'll find every excuse to lightly praise you for something, so much so that anyone can tell you're the only thing on his mind. Kung Lao, the cheeky bastard he is, will tease and say he'll compliment you for breathing in his direction next.

G - Green: What are they like when they're jealous?

Raiden's jealousy shows in the form of heightened competition. He'll ask anyone he can to spar, train to an almost alarming degree with Liu Kang and the rest of Earthrealm's champions -- anything to be better than he already is. Even his humble habits he'll forget to practice, asking, at times, if you saw him 'best one of the monks the other day'. It's not particularly alarming, but for a man as unassuming as himself, it's definitely a sight to see.

Raiden knows that this comes from a place of anxiety. His eyes always dart to your face whenever he pulls a clever trick, needing to be sure you’re witness to his prowess. He’s worried about his Outworld competition, and most of all his humble roots — he believes that in the end, without his amulet, he is only as good as a lowly farmer.

“Do you think they saw it?” Asked the thunder champion eagerly, still huffing for air after pulling a rather impressive move with his amulet. Kung Lao chuckled at his friend, shaking his head. “You just tore up the sky, Raiden. We all saw that.”

➴ 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

#bihan stop being a grumpy old man challenge #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #bi han #bihan x reader #subzero #subzero x reader #raiden #raiden x reader #imagines #headcanons #mortal kombat 1 #alphabet request

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glorysbox · 7 months

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I would love to see a continuation of those bihan fics you have but after he's gotten his son. Like how would he act afterwards?

(pregnancy talk, bihan lowkey/highkey has mommy and daddy issues)

bihan loves you, in his own way.

i can see him having a "marriage" (for lack of a better term), essentially letting everyone know publicly and officially who you belong to. if you bother him enough, he'd probably give you a wedding—though small, most likely only having the people he trusted (like cyrax and sektor) and maybe some of the people you'd request like family or close close friends. you'd really have to convince him, though…

he'd definitely start kissing you more. he loves the feeling of your lips on his; finds himself seeking the warmth of your lips and body on his more than he'd like to admit. bihan would definitely be opening up to you (physically), allowing you to cling to him in private or acquiescing to your pleads to be in the room with him while he's doing paperwork or foreseeing future battles with his second in commands.

bi-han would be wanting to see you often, going as far as making you sleep in his quarters instead of your own. you're barely halfway through your pregnancy by the time he's ordered you to stay with him in bed. at first, i don't think he'd been to receptive to any cuddling. but if you complain enough, he'll give in.

he's protective; the grandmaster of the lin kuei does have many enemies after all. (really, they'd never be able to breach the temple of the lin kuei. he uses it as an excuse to be with you constantly and oversee you during pregnancy. he doesn't want to lose you like he'd lost his mother or his brother.)

when it comes to the labor + aftermath… he doesn't really leave your side, ever. he's there when you give birth. he insists on being the one to cut the umbilical cord (with a blade made of ice). in the meantime, all of his responsibilities are passed down to sektor and cyrax, leaving him with more than enough time to nag you about the way you handle his son. he's often telling you how to do what since he "cared for kuai liang while he was a child", which means he knows more than you. (he doesn't)

surprisingly enough… he's "sweet" with his son, especially as he gets older. i think bihan's father wasn't the best to him (which i believe is why he let him die and acted the way he did in mk1). knowing how it feels to be treated less than favorably by his father, he would never repeat the cycle onto his own child. this doesn't mean he'll allow his son to be soft, though. expect your son to go through a LOT of training in the future to be a formidable grandmaster himself.

your relationship with him definitely undergoes many changes, too. you used to consider him much higher than you, but as the years go on, you start to see him as more of an equal. he does the same, considering you his equal way earlier than you him. you're not allowed to call him grandmaster anymore, only "husband" or "bihan" (he will still pull the obey your grandmaster card on you to get what he wants, though)

and yes, bihan wants another son too. he wants his first son to have a brother as soon as possible (which strangely parallels his own life… he'd never admit it to anyone but you, but he finds himself missing his little brother at times.)

you're expected to be a good mother as well. he expects you to be like his mother—who he thinks did a great job at raising him. you'll have to be tough and no nonsense, and willing to discipline your children to teach them lessons at a young age. he'll definitely get on your ass if he finds you coddling his son far too much and making him "weak". if you have a daughter though… imagine his protectiveness times one trillion. seriously. she'll probably be just as spoiled as you are. and yes, you are spoiled. the members of the lin kuei basically treat you as an extension of bihan. and he always makes sure you get what you want.

he was comfortable having just you to defend and protect, knowing that his sons also could protect you… but with a daughter thrown in the mix, expect the both of you to never be let out of his sight. he would be soooo annoying about it!! god forbid he has to go somewhere without you—you're stuck listening to sektor ramble on and on about whatever silly scientific experiments while he babysits you and her.

you'd probably catch him more than a few times being uncharacteristically sweet to your daughter—especially if she resembles you or resembles his mother. he'd definitely soften up with her (not in front of anyone but your family, however.)

still, bihan is a cold man. literally and figuratively. don't expect him to talk much about his family life or his feelings. he does demand to know everything about yours, though...

#TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY?!#mk bihan #bihan #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat #concepts #sfw #sydfw #mk #mk1 #bihan x reader #headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons

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buggyjuggie · 3 months

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I really wish I could see the reactions of the Lin Kuei brothers, Kung Lao, Raiden and Liu Kang and their reaction to the birth of their first child.

──★ ˙ ̟Lin kuei bros, Kung lao and Liu kang’s reaction to they’re first child

Note: Big ass disclaimer i’m not that good when it come to babies thats why it took so long and also i cut out Raiden because i couldn’t think anything for him i apologise. Also I’m trying out a new layout look feel free to tell me if you like it or if the gif are better.

「 ✦ Liu Kang ✦ 」

* Eternal joy

* Has truly never been happier in his life

* He has spent eons alone, not being able to rest, filled with stress so when he sees his baby for the first time Liu kang let’s out tears of absolute joy

* Spends the first few day’s glued to his baby, loving every moment that he can be next to them

「 ✦Kung Lao ✦ 」

* Ambition

* Is absolutely giddy with excitement when he saw his kid for the first time

* There’s very few moments when Kung lao can be calm but in this moment he’s filled with silent excitement for the what the future holds

* He’s filled with ambition to give his child the best and most memorable childhood

「 ✦ Kuai liang ✦ 」

* Peace

* Kuai liang has been trough so much his brother betraying him, going to war with a bunch of different versions of himself and his friends

* So when he finally gets to settle down and hold his child he’s lost for words

* Is an absolute euphoria to be able to live in this moment and he’s taking it all in

「 ✦ Smoke/Tomas ✦ 」

* Shock and awe

* Smoke is just in an absolute trance when he first held his baby

* Like Kuai Liang Tomas has also been trough a lot so when this moment happened he was just happy and content to rock the baby in his arms

* All he can think about is how challenging it’s going to be a good dad but he’s not planning to give up anytime soon

「 ✦ Bihan ✦ 」

* Pride

* Bi han is a man of very little words but when he sees his baby for the first time he has a smile on his face

* He doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t have to his eyes are filled with pride

* Is already planning how to raise them - strict loyal, respectful and daring to take risks

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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zg0nuwa · 3 months

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biker!bi han thots? biker!bi han thots.

cw : bi han himself is a warning, mentions of road rage, mentions of traffic accidents (nothing descriptive, just mentioned), nsfw utc.

not only is he a bastard, he’s cocky and has a massive ego. he’s also a show off, his bike always polished to perfection, clean leather on his back, shining helmet, and his precious partner at his hip at nearly all times.

revs up the bike to make you jump and laughs at your reaction. somehow it never gets boring to him and he always finds the perfect moment to scare you.

actually not really liked in the community, people either hate him because he is a bitch or they don’t like him because he’s really fucking intimidating, sometimes both.

everyone is surprised he actually got into a relationship. not because he has a reputation for sleeping around or something, no. he’s an asshole, that’s all.

does the thing where at every red light he grabs your thigh and squeezes as hard as he can, he actually left bruises a few times cuz bro has a fucking death grip.

if you jokingly said that he should do a bench press with you instead of the weights he would actually do it. no hesitation, looks you dead in the eyes and goes “let’s do it”. now he does it regularly on your carpet in the living room, just for funsies.

tried making out with you on the bike, almost fell over, never tried it again.

his road rage needs to be studied, genuinely tries to tone it down when you’re with him but still, dear god he is a beast. probably slashed quite a few tires and smashed a good amount of mirrors. it’s not like he does it to normal people, no. he himself is surprisingly respectful on the road (ignore the amount of speeding tickets), but he doesn’t tolerate being a jackass to ANYONE when driving. sometimes he rages on behalf of other people only because he understands how fucking dangerous things can get very quickly.

probably been in an accident himself, two or three minor ones when he was just starting and a pretty serious one later on because someone was a fucking idiot, that why he gets so pissed.

nsfw [MDNI]

as mentioned above, he’s an asshole. teasing you the entire day, only to do nothing about it?? he acts like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, him? teasing you? never! waits until you start begging for it and if you don’t beg to make him crack? well, that’s too bad, he doesn’t lift a finger. the self control on this man is terrifying at times.

very dominant when it comes to sex, kind of a control freak in this department to be honest. and if you’re also leaning dominant, i am praying for both you and him, you because he doesn’t give up the upper hand easily, and him because he might just die when you stand your ground, never admits he finds it hot tho.

if you’re more submissive, not much changes when it comes to like, how rough he is or what antics he uses, in this scenario though he gets a massive ego boost that you pretty much rely on him to be satisfied.

fucked you while you were wearing only his leather bike jacket.

probably won’t fuck on his bike after the falling over fiasco, sorry :(

#m. talk #bi han #bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #bi han x y/n #bi han x you #bi han smut #bi han imagine #mk1 x you #mk x reader #sub zero x you #sub zero smut #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #bihan x reader #subzero x reader

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crimsonbubble · 3 months

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I had an idea that I thought I’d share, but you’re not obligated to write it if you don’t feel up to it. What I was thinking was about the reader having a voice kink and one of the MK1 guys (doesn’t matter who, but Kenshi, Bi-Han and Liu Kang were the main ones that came to mind) learn about this and become much more vocal in the bedroom, groaning and growling in Reader’s ear, dirty talking to them more frequently, etc. Thank you!! 💜

cw. suggestive, gn!reader, voice kink, praise *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[im a whore for nice voices]

Okay so first thought... bi han

He has the same voice actor as gojo satoru in the english dub (tysm kaiji tang)

But bi han has a certain hoarseness/raspiness to his voice that makes you shiver

When he finds out how his voice affects you, he seemed indifferent

Almost like it didn't matter to him

But then he starts doing little things like quiet affirmations in passing so he can hide the way his cheeks go pink under his mask

But it increases tenfold in the bedroom

He's still relatively quiet safe for a few grunts and groans here and there

But he plays it up a bit and makes sure that his mouth is right by your ear so you can hear everything

"You did well, pet."

Okay now,, kenshi

This sexy mf has the smoothest voice that simply makes me want to take my panties off I'm so sorry I am only slightly ashamed

It's smooth but has this undertone of raspiness that makes him sound hot as fuck

He's the type to go "hmm?" and lean down/forward so he can hear you better

Also the type to go like "Yea?" "Oh yea?" or "Is that so?"

Something about imagining kenshi saying any of these is actually detrimental to my health

He makes me crazy

He's also the type to look at you with the warmest, gentlest and most loving gaze

The type that makes your heart go @#&#%^#%^#&

But seriously, he digs into your voice kink so fucking hard

Constant praise even outside of the bedroom

He likes to toy with you and fluster you just for your reactions

And your face when he tells you how good you're doing for him is just too cute to not love

"Yea? You like being good for me?"

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hunterwritings · 3 months

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𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 | 𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍

summary: bi-han comes home wounded, trying his best to keep it from you warnings: mention of blood/laceration, stitching notes: i can only think of writing for bi-han rn 😭

You knew that Bi-han was hot-headed, ironically. You knew that he liked to fight and even though he would most likely win, he would still have battle scars.

It was something you expected, but never looked forward to. Bi-han has a problem being vulnerable and asking for help, so whenever he would get injured in battle he would do his best to hide it from you. Sometimes he'd get away with it and you'd eventually find out after the fact, but sometimes he's a bad liar.

It was the middle of the night when Bi-han stumbled into the temple, his brothers at his side. "Please brother, let us-" Tomas began before Bi-han shut him down. "I can deal with my own wounds." He beckons as he pushes them off and begins walking to your bedroom, holding a hand at his side. "He will be fine Tomas, the pain of us helping him would cause more damage than the wound itself." Kuai Liang reassures his younger brother as they turn and return to their own rooms to rest.

A small groan falls from Bi-han's lips as he rips the mask off his face, his teeth grinding together. He swiftly opened the door of your shared bedroom, trying his best to not wake you. As he quietly shuts the door, he turns back to see you sleeping peacefully on your side of the bed. A sigh of relief fell from his mouth at the sight of you, just knowing you were safe was enough to put him at ease.

His eyes darted to the bathroom, thinking that he could make his way there and clean up, while being quiet enough to not wake you. Bi-han would be lying if he said it wasn't difficult with the large wound at his side, but he would rather die than admit that. He took a breath before slowly beginning to walk towards the bathroom, a small wince caught in his teeth as his hand shot to his side.

As if you had super sonic hearing, you tossed in bed and turned your body to face him as your eyes slowly begin to open. Once you saw the shadowy figure in the dark, you quickly sat up. As you realized it was Bi-han, your heart began to relax for a moment. "I didn't think you were going to be so late." You whisper, still half asleep. "We ran into some trouble, it was a quick fight." He bluntly tells you, relieved you weren't able to see his wounded body in the dark. His relief is quickly gone when you reach over and turn on the soft light next to your bed. Your eyes instinctively shut as you held a hand over your eyes and try your best to focus on Bi-han. When your eyes adjust as best they could, you finally noticed the dark red on his blue uniform.

"What happened!?" You ask, now awake and pushing the covers off of your body.

Bi-han just groans before quickly walking into the bathroom. He tries to shut the door on you, but you quickly make your way into the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" You ask with your eyes glued on his wound. "I am fine." He hissed, keeping his gaze away from you. "Clearly not." You said, a bit of anger setting in.

You pushed him back and made him sit down on the edge of the tub. You turned to grab a small bit of bandages and stitching kits from under your counter. You crouched down next to him as he exhaled deeply. His hands reached down and tried to take the needles from you but you pulled your hands away from him.

"Stop." You began to open up the sewing kit. "I can dress my own wounds, go back to sleep." He tries to demand. You look up and give him a sour look before gripping his shirt. "Take it off." You demanded as you pulled up on the upper part of his uniform.

He reluctantly abides, knowing that you are too stubborn to let him do this on his own. Now with his skin exposed, you could see the wound in full. It was a large cut from his upper ribcage down to the side of his lower abdomen. "Bi-han." You breathe out as you touch the skin around the wound, feeling dried blood around it.

"You act as if I am fragile." He snarls, still looking away from you. "I know you are not fragile which is why this is a bit much, but I knw you will be fine." You nod before pouring a bit of alcohol on a rag before dressing his wound. The alcohol on the wound causes Bi-han to wince loudly as he tightly grabs hold of your leg as you stood next to him.

"Do not treat me like a child." He shakes his head, his eyes tightly pressed together. "I am not treating you like a child, I'm treating you like my husband. It is my job to worry about you, to want to help you." You explain, feeling his grip on your leg soften as he finally turns to look at you. "I know you do not want my help even when you need it, but I am always here to provide it. Because I wish for you to be safe and not in pain, just as I hope you'd like that for me." You hold his face in your hands as he looks up at you, his cold demeanor completely faded as soft eyes stare at yours.

"I would freeze the world over to keep you safe."

A soft smile goes across your lips before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, pulling away and pressing your forehead to his.

Although you interpreted his saying as a metaphor, he meant every single word.

#— hunterwritings #hunterwritings #mk1 #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #bi han #bi han x reader #bihan x reader #bi han x you #sub zero #sub zero x reader #sub zero x you

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aweina · 6 months

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soft bi-han and how he interacts with his spouse

ᥫ᭡. broken hair tie , bi-han ( fluff )

tags gn reader. established relationship. implied height difference. soft boy bi-han. kind of ooc + 1k words.

this became a drabble, so i hope that’s fine. and so sorry i got to your request late, hope you enjoy ( ￣0￣) !

having his hair down was inconvenient for bi-han. dark strands blocking his view, leaving the grandmaster to dumbly stop mid stroll to force them out his eyes. the unkept knots pinched his scalp with each secret attempt to brush them with his fingers, hissing in at each burning tug and wishing he made more effort to care for his hair. bi-han glares at the broken hair tie in his icy grasp, floods of bad memories coming back to him — the ends of his hair already itching his neck.

it’s only good luck when he finds you turn a corner in the hallway, quirking a curious brow at his unusual look. he sighs in irritation when you laugh and stand in front of him, gently cradling his stubbled cheeks with amusement.

“keep it, it’s a nice look,” you quipped with a sneaky smile, brushing away the rogue strands away from his hardened gaze.

“continuing the day like this will be impossible.” bi-han retorts with a growl, subtly leaning into your soft palms.

you tilt your head ever so gently, hooking your finger around the elastic band wrapped conveniently around your wrist — teasingly waving the wool material front of his face.

“then let me tie your hair, you could peacefully continue your day.”

bi-han seems taken aback from your offer. nobody has ever laid a hand on his hair, let alone style it. he preferred to do everything himself, even if he wasn’t so good at it. the usual routine when tying his hair was simple and effective. fingers lazily run through the straight strands, hastily drifting his eyes on any loose stands from the mirror, and finally he looping his hair in a snug bun. by now it was a reflex to do his hair with the exact same slow energy — same untended care.

then your soft, feathery touch ghosted over his straight locks. he knitted his brows at the plaguing imagination of your much softer and careful manner — gliding effortlessly through the whirling knots that he struggled to maintain, his scalp soothed by your delicate fingertips. it’s only when bi-han realizes he closed his eyes from the warm trance your imaginary touches put him in, he slowly opens them to find you gazing at him with utter patience.

his eyes suddenly bright and hazy from his usual sharp, darken gaze. looking you intently, he nodded slowly. you grin as you patted his cheek with excitement, combing your fingers through his stands — getting rid of any painful tangles with much more care and precision than he ever would. with his stature towering over you, he knelt down on one knee — rough hands dragging down to your hips for stability and the urge to knead the plushness of your soft skin.

he gazes up at you, biting back a comforting sigh when your hands delicately brushed over his hairline and again, through his snared locks. the permanent furrow in his brows unknotted to a more restful state, all the nerves in his tense body melted away with your touch.

“it doesn’t hurt?” you asked knowing the truth. the moment your fingertips brushed against his scalp, the firm, controlled grip around your waist slipped into a loosened grasp onto your clothing. the scowl that you loved so much was blurry and no longer held irritated weight — bi-han was in a tranquil state.

the grandmaster sleepily hummed in reply. the thought of the passing trainees catching him in a vulnerable position never crossed his mind.

you gaze down at him adoringly, fastening his now much more smooth locks into a gentle grip. his hair was beautiful, but he had no idea how to take care of it. a shame, really. after this, you might convince him to try hair essences and intricate treatments that would do wonders for the complicated knots and tender pressure on his scalp.

slipping the wool tie through your free hand, you secured his silky hair into the usual bun he had but without firmly twirling the strands around into an immovable, neat style. you fixed the tie around the bun, a satisfied smile on your face when you gently tilted his chin side to side to see your handy work.

“you look perfect,” you whispered sweetly, peppering little pecks all over his restful face — waking up bi-han from his brief nap.

he hummed in content, his own way for him to say ‘thank you’. he blinked away the tiredness set in his eyes. the stray hair that you couldn’t seem to get tickled his skin, but the secure hairstyle made him completely forget the broken elastic that caused his exasperation in the first place.

“watch today’s training with me.” it was more of an unarguable command than a negotiable statement. not like you would say no.

“of course i’ll accompany you.” his grip around your waist seems more tighter through your assurance, his bent posture never seemed to straighten.

suddenly, a surprised yelp escaped through your lips, your feet cutting through the winter air. with effortless strength, bi-han stood at his full height as he carried you in a strong embrace — securing your body firmly against his as he let your dangling limbs wrap around him out of fear from falling on your face.

“you’ll carry me there, seriously?” you squeaked in exasperation, worried that you might’ve tied his hair too tight that affected his usual stern, closed off attitude.

“i simply need you to explain how you did my hair.” bi-han mumbles in your ear with a smirk, a poor excuse to keep you wrapped in his arms.

you playfully sigh in defeat, carefully guiding him through the process of hair maintenance and steps of his current hairstyle. the warmth of your breath tickles his cold skin as he plants a sweet kiss on your temple, making you shyly tuck your head in the nape of his neck — your firm instructions becoming much softer through your quivering lips. the stunned looks from his younger brothers and the passing lin kuei servants went ignored as bi-han concentrated on your detailed instructions and sweet voice, slowly guiding you both to the training grounds.

#.୨୧ ina writes #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #subzero x reader #bihan x reader

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blurredpurplemint · 4 months

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Bi-han the type of guy to say "who's texting us" when you get a notification

(fr!!! he’s always peeking and not even hiding the fact he was shamelessly looking, would sometimes even comment on what you do, watch. would be extremely annoyed when you receive a text from kung lao)

you received a notification and were about to unlock your phone to check the sender, but bi-han swiftly interjected:

bi-han: who’s texting us?

you: oh it’s-hum-excuse me, us?

bi-han: gimme that.

he snatched your phone, which made you complain as his towering height made it impossible for you to retrieve it. eventually, you surrendered and waited for him to finish whatever he was doing.

bi-han: there.

you took your phone back.

you: why have you sent a middle finger? and why did you block the contact??!

bi-han: he bored us with useless shit.

you: BY THE ELDER GODS!! THAT WAS LIU KANG!!!!!!

bi-han: why would you gave him our number?

you: *runs back to the monastery*

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koisuko · 5 months

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Pov: You are a cat (pt3)

how the mk1 characters react to you as a stray cat, one with an oddly familiar/fitting name

part 1, part 2, part 4, bonus

ft: Kuai Liang, Bi-han, Tomas, Johnny, Kenshi

TW: none, cute kitty stuff, fluffy, gn, this took way longer than the others

Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang often took leisurely strolls around the tranquil grounds of the Lin Kuei Temple during his moments of respite. The temple's surroundings were often blanketed in a soft, soothing layer of snow, but for the pyromancer, the icy chill of winter held no sway over him. His very essence exuded an inner warmth that countered the cold embrace of the environment.

On this particular day, as the delicate snowflakes gracefully descended from the heavens to blanket the earth, Kuai Liang found himself taking a deep breath, observing the intricate dance of the snowflakes as they twirled and twined their way to the ground. It was a serene sight, the aftermath of a recent snowstorm that had bestowed its wintry bounty upon the landscape. However, amidst this serene vista, something unexpected caught his eye. A small, light brown figure, in stark contrast to the snowy surroundings, lay curled in a vulnerable ball. Kuai's curiosity piqued, he approached cautiously, his steps leaving deep impressions in the pristine snow.

As he drew near, he realized the figure was not what he initially thought. It wasn't a person but a small, shivering cat, its fur glistening with frost, the cold wind nipping at its exposed form. You were too weak to flee, your fragile body barely holding onto the last vestiges of warmth.

Without hesitation, Kuai Liang swiftly but gently scooped the trembling feline into his arms. His inherent pyromantic abilities were brought into play, the heat radiating from his body increasing to provide solace to the freezing creature. He cradled you tenderly against his chest, his protective embrace serving as a barrier against the frigid elements. Quickly, he turned on his heel and made his way back to the warmth and safety of his quarters. The small cat, now in the care of the compassionate Lin Kuei warrior, was wrapped in a cozy blanket, offering a respite from the merciless cold that had threatened your life.

Kuai Liang settled onto the edge of his bed, you still nestled in his arms. His deep brown eyes reflected a mixture of relief and concern as he gazed down at your small form. "Feeling better, little one?" he asked softly, his voice a gentle whisper. In response, you emitted a delicate meow, your purrs growing in intensity as you basked in the newfound warmth and safety. With a fond smile, Kuai adjusted the blanket to ensure your comfort. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your head as he noticed a collar, the word 'Flame' etched onto it. It was a fitting name, considering the circumstances of you and his meeting. He held you a bit closer, and with a sense of contentment washing over you both, you drifted into a peaceful slumber within Kuai Liang's reassuring embrace.

Bi-han

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, its rays beating down on the earth in relentless waves. This summer was a scorching anomaly around the Lin Kuei temple, typically shrouded in snow or rain. Yet today, the weather was unforgiving, the heat making the air thick and uncomfortable. Bi-han, the cryomancer, remained unfazed, his naturally colder body shielding him from the oppressive warmth.

Returning from a brief mission, he noticed an odd mass slightly off the path, its black color stark against the dusty road. It might have gone unnoticed, but something about it drew his attention. As he drew near, the figure became clearer—a small feline, lying almost motionless and panting. Though Bi-han's expression remained stoic, a flicker of concern crossed his features. Kneeling down, he observed you, barely clinging to life as the heat threatened to consume you.

Uncertain how to handle the situation, he extended an ice-covered hand, hovering it near your limp body. The cooling sensation permeated your fur, offering brief relief from the oppressive heat. After a moment's hesitation, he scooped you into his arms, a determination in his gaze as he decided not to walk away from this. He navigated through the temple, giving a cold stare to anyone inquiring about the cat in his arms.

Reaching his quarters, he gently placed you on his bed, quickly fetching water in a small dish. Your weakened state required assistance, and he patiently helped you drink. Fearful of accidentally harming you, he handled you with care, holding you against his cold chest. A rare smile adorned his face as he stroked your back with a frigid hand. Your panting ceased, replaced by a soft purr. A collar around your neck bore the name 'Snow,' a subtle amusement crossing his expression, a chuckle leaving his lips at the contrast between your name and your black fur. "A brave little warrior, welcome to the Lin Kuei."

Tomas Vrbada

Tomas often found solace in Madam Bo's tea house, sharing his troubles with her during tough times. Today, however, a different kind of task awaited him and his brothers. Lord Liu Kang had assigned them the responsibility of testing two new recruits. The plan involved a staged "thug attack" on Madam Bo, with Tomas taking the lead to set the scene for his brothers, Bi-han and Kuai Liang. He stood at a distance, karambit twirling between his fingers, awaiting the orchestrated chaos.

As he stared up at the night sky, Tomas couldn't shake off the unease that Bi-han's recent behavior had planted in his mind. The Grandmaster had become colder, distant, and more callous since his promotion, leaving Tomas worried about the clan's future. The unknown intentions of Bi-han lingered in his thoughts like an unspoken threat.

His contemplation was interrupted by a sudden pressure on his lower leg. Looking down, he was met with the amber eyes of a small grey feline. A soft 'brrr' escaped your lips as you gazed at him, offering a momentary distraction from his concerns. Tomas' masked face softened into a smile, and he cooed, "Well, hello there, little one. Are you lost?" Kneeling down, he gently caressed the fur on your back, occasionally reaching up to scratch behind your ears. You purred, rubbing your body against his leg with your tail held high.

Tomas chuckled at the affectionate display, lifting you into his arms. As he petted your head, you playfully swatted at his mask. "You're so cute," he chuckled, noticing a shiny piece of metal around your neck with the name 'Smokey' engraved on it. "Seems like it was meant to be, mini smoke!" Tomas nuzzled his masked face against you before gently setting you back on the ground. With a loving tone, he said, "I must go. I'll see you after, little Smokey." Walking towards the tea house, he left behind the furry distraction and headed into the impending test.

Johnny Cage

The cold marble floor beneath your padded paws echoed your every step as you navigated the expansive mansion. Your tail swayed low, the anticipation evident as you sought out your human companion. The distant murmur of a familiar voice led you to the main living room, where Johnny, engrossed in a phone call with a client, occupied the elegant white couch. With a soft meow, you made your presence known, gracefully leaping into his lap. Johnny, unfazed by the interruption, allowed a warm smile to grace his lips, his hand gently stroking the top of your head. The white fluffy fur responded, obediently flattening against your small frame.

"Alright, yea, yea, I'll talk to you soon, bye," Johnny concluded his conversation, placing the phone down. He pulled you closer to his chest, addressing you with affection, "Princess, my sweet baby, what do you say we watch one of daddy's movies, hm?" Your enthusiastic, raspy meow signaled your approval, earning a chuckle from Johnny.

The two of you found yourselves engrossed in the second movie, your petite form peacefully curled up in his lap. Johnny continued to caress your fur, eliciting soft purrs that harmonized with the ambient soundtrack of the film. As a tender moment unfolded, Johnny couldn't help but gaze down at you, a genuine smile playing on his lips. An idea sparked in his mind.

A subtle 'psspss' sound reached your ears, causing them to twitch before lifting your head inquisitively, "brr?" The next instant, a pair of oversized human sunglasses adorned your feline face, prompting a slight recoil in surprise. Johnny, undeterred, exclaimed, "Look at you, Princess, now you're just like me!" You playfully wiggled your head, the sunglasses perched on your nose, gazing up at Johnny with a mix of curiosity and kitty confusion.

A vision of a perfect photo opportunity struck Johnny, and he swiftly retrieved his phone. "They will love you, Princess, say cheese for the fans!" he enthused. Clicking away, he captured the moment, immortalizing your adorable feline fashion statement. "So cute! Okay, one more," he declared, adjusting you on his shoulder for a different perspective. Setting up his phone again, he turned on the recording feature, transforming your lazy demeanor into an amusing cat dance routine. Your unamused expression didn't escape Johnny's notice, but the love between you two prevailed.

As he maneuvered your limbs in a playful imitation of a human dance, you yawned, the epitome of relaxed indifference. The entire scene painted a heartwarming picture of companionship and the quirky antics that made your bond with Johnny truly special.

Kenshi Takahashi

Restless, Kenshi tossed and turned in his sheets, his mind burdened with worries for his family and the constant pressure to break free from the clutches of the Yakuza. Blind, but keenly attuned to his surroundings, every other sense heightened to compensate for the absence of sight, Kenshi found himself unable to find solace in sleep. With a deep sigh of defeat, he kicked the blankets off, acknowledging that tonight, sleep was not his ally.

Deciding to channel his restless energy, he ventured outside into the cool night air. A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin, offering a stark contrast to the refreshing breeze that greeted him. A smile tugged at his lips as the temperature shift cleared his mind. Sento, his faithful sword, in hand, he stood on the grass, adopting a steady stance. Fluid movements followed, the dance of a man determined to regain control over his life. Each breath he took seemed to ground him, the rhythmic motions of his sword a manifestation of both skill and frustration.

Blindness had taken away his ability to see the world in all its vibrancy. Now, dependent on Sento and those around him, Kenshi grappled with the loss of independence. The dance with his sword was not just a physical exercise; it was a defiance against the constraints that bound him.

His movements grew more vigorous, muscles flexing, as Sento seemingly came alive, mirroring his every move. The dance reached its zenith, Sento flowing out of the blade, a spectral swordsman beside him. To an onlooker, it would be a mesmerizing spectacle, a testament to the bond between man and sword. Abruptly, the dance ceased, Sento returning to its sheath in a stream of ethereal blue.

Sensing eyes upon him, Kenshi pointed his sword in the direction of the unseen observer. "Who's there?" his voice, usually calm, now carried a commanding tone. "Show yourself!" Silence greeted him, the stillness almost convincing him that his heightened senses were playing tricks on him. Frustration etched across his face as he cursed the loss of his sight.

As he stood there, a small calico cat emerged from the shadows. Your presence surprised him, and he scowled, trying to discern if it was a figment of his imagination. You, undeterred, approached Kenshi, a silent companion in the night. His scowl softened into a smile as he bent down to pet you, his sword now sheathed on his back.

Unexpectedly, he felt something on your collar. Using his fingers, he traced the lines, realizing it spelled out "Sento." Kenshi's fingers lingered on the collar, feeling the cold metal inscribed with the name of his sword. "Sento," he whispered, more to himself than to you, a note of disbelief in his voice. You, seemingly unperturbed, purred under his touch, rubbing your head against his hand.

A soft chuckle escaped Kenshi as he continued to stroke your calico fur. "Well, Sento, it seems we have a namesake here. What brings you to my midnight training session?" he mused, as if expecting you to respond. You, of course, remained silent, but your presence was oddly comforting.

The night air carried a hint of mystery, and Kenshi, guided by instincts honed through years of combat, couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter held significance beyond the surface. "Perhaps you're a guardian spirit, watching over me," he mused, half-jokingly, yet a flicker of curiosity danced in his sightless sockets.

As if in response, you nudged his hand affectionately, a silent reassurance. Kenshi's lips curved into a genuine smile, a rare expression that spoke of a connection forged in the quietude of the night.

"Maybe I'm not as alone as I thought," he muttered, more to himself than to you.

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