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ramblingloon · 2 months

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I think I caught a blizzard

I recently replayed MK11 and mah gawd Kuai Liang aka sub zero my boy not the new scorpion in mk1 which is ??!! whyyyyy did they do my boy like that smh. anyways I think the fixation on this fine man is back so why not make a sub zero x reader fic am I right hehehe

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I'm so sorry for this GIF, please don't leave lmao.

no horni only fluff and maybe angst

You walk over the snowy stone tiles, the ice crystals glistening beneath your leathered soles. As you step on the snow, the crunching sound is stratifying to your ears. Your formal Lin Kuei attire drags behind your feet.

The heavy blizzard has been going on for four days, the same amount of days Kuai Liang was off on a mission with a couple of his subordinates and, of course, Frost.

You sniffle slightly, feeling the cold seeps through your hands, nose, and cheeks. You muffle a cough as you enter the temple. An apprentice ninja steps aside and bows to you.

You smile at them, bowing your head in return. You watch as they walk away, and you silence another cough by covering your mouth.

It is your duty as the consort of the grandmaster to be strong, and tenacious; to take care of the Lin Kuei as if Kuai Liang is right here.

You pass by the training area, watching as the younglings' harsh training has just begun. Their loud battle cries ring over the storm.

You smile to yourself as you keep going into the empty hallways of the temple when a sudden sharp cough escapes you. You lean on the wall, feeling your breath shorten and pricking pain between your ribs. You cough again, getting dizzy in the process.

You groan in pain as you straighten yourself, " it's just a cold. Pull yourself together, Y/n."

Eventually, you reach the kitchen, and the warm air oozing from the kitchen challenges the hiemal temperature of the empty hallway.

You scan the staff working with efficiency to prepare the best meals for the Lin Kuei fighters.

A maid notices you enter the kitchen and immediately pauses,

"Oh, consort, y/n. what brings you to this humble place."

you smile kindly at them," No need for formality, just checking in. Are the staff low on any sustenance." you reach with your hand over your mouth, worried a sharp cough or sneeze to escape you.

"I don't think so. We're serving rice and salted fish with sou-"

a loud cough rings in the kitchen as you put your hand over your aching chest, coughing, angry at your body for failing you at this moment.

The maid guides you to a wooden chair by a table and sets you down.

"I'll -um, I'll fetch you some herbal tea."

you nod as the stinging pain in your chest subsides and finally disappears.

Not long after, the maid brings you a steamy cup of tea. You glance at the dark liquid. It reminds you of how Kuai Liang likes to brew tea and discuss important decisions over a cup- well, maybe not a cup, but a whole pot of tea-

That reminds you, the tea set in his command chamber is probably empty.

"Maybe he'll come back soon?" you think to yourself

"No...he won't risk the life of anyone in this blizzard." a doubting voice offers its reason within you.

"Maybe he was injured?"

"I hope he's alright." You look at your hands, squeezing them, the tips of your fingers chilly and cold.

Nonetheless, you stand from your seat and order a maid to prepare a tea pot.

On your way to the command chamber, you sniffle, taking a freezing deep breath, which causes the ache in your chest to emerge again, almost causing you to drop the tray with the tea.

"Where are you, Kuai?" feeling overwhelmed and angry at your weakened body, you call for your absent partner.

You enter the chamber and slide the door closed. The whistling wind muffled within the sturdy walls of the room.

You replace the empty cold teapot with the hot one when you notice some of the tea cups have remains of dark green tea at the bottom.

"Oh, he'll diffidently be angry if he saw that." you chuckle to yourself, mental pictures of a frowning Kuai surface in your mind.

Immediately, you put the dirty cups on the tray with the cold pot and put the fresh set on the table.

You look around the room. Serene and calm contradicting the wailing sound of the wind outside. You glance at a kunai at the table, left or maybe forgotten. Reaching with your hand, you scan the blue cloth wrapped around the hilt with the Lin Kuei symbol carved on the metal.

Yet another painful cough escapes you. You sit on one of the chairs, waiting for the pain in your chest to simply disappear.

You exhale, hand over your chest when the door slides open.

Your e/c eyes meet with deep brown ones. the soft orbs you have been longing to see for days.

You watch as Kuai Liang's frown dissolves into a poker face. His mask and jet-black hair were covered in snow, thawing at room temperature.

You stand from your chair with a composed smile and utter ", Grandmaster."

He takes his off mask and takes a step toward you, though he pauses.

"Frost," he addresses Frost, standing by the door.

" we can discuss the possibilities when the men are well rested." his deep, sultry voice cascades over your ears, causing your heart to race in your ribcage, and warmth spreads all over your body.

Oh, how much you have missed this man.

"but grandmaster-" Frost protested

He turns to her, his broad shoulders to you," Frost, give your body the respect it deserves. We've been in this blizzard for four days. The men need to regain their energy."

"Then we can discuss-" yet again she protests, only to be interrupted by his demanding voice, "You're dismissed."

She snarls at his demanding voice, looks at you, and closes the door as she leaves.

You don't wait for him to turn around. You fully embrace him, burring your face into his back. Your hands over his chest, feeling the calm beating of his heart.

A deep chuckle escapes him as he turns around in your embrace," I've missed you too."

Large arms encase you as he pulls you closer to his chest. He buries his nose into your h/c hair, taking a deep breath, breathing you in.

"you scared me, Kuai. I trust your abilities, but," you utter, looking up at your partner, sadness lacing your voice.

He cups your right cheek with his right hand, caressing your skin with his thumb.

"shush, I'm here, y/n, with you."

he delicately grips your chin and leans to your level. Cold lips connect with yours.

Though it lasts only seconds, you feel safe in his embrace, forgetting all about the aching pain in your chest and body.

He breaks away and walks toward the door, "Come, I don't think it will be appropriate if one of the men barged in here."

You pout, feeling the lingering warmth in your stomach disperse ", But I got your tea."

You walk to the tea set and open the lid, the steam escaping its ceramic cage.

He crosses his arms, waiting for you by the door," we can take the tea with us."

You raise your eyebrow at him, "Alright, alright. Just don't complain when it's over-brewed."

You cover back the teapot and walk to the door. With your spouse walking next to you, the cold empty hallways feel much more welcoming than the past four days.

You want to reach for his hand, hold it, and never let it go. But Kuai Liang is a man who has respect for his position. The grandmaster nor his consort can't be seen in any ignominious way.

You reach your shared bedroom, the sound of this obstinate storm still occurring outside.

"This damned blizzard." you curse as you take off your shoes. Afraid; the carpet will get dirtied by the snow stuck to your footwear.

Before you know it, you are scooped off the ground into Kuai's embrace. A sudden yelp escapes you as you circle your arms around his neck.

"Kuai Liang! Put me down this instant." you try to sound serious between your chuckles.

His deep chuckles resonate through his chest as he looks up at you with a teasing smile," or what?"

You bite your lip, a laugh escaping you.

Unfortunately, you feel the gradual pain in your chest surfacing back again.

He puts you down and cups your face with both hands and kisses you deeply.

You break off the kiss, taking a breath, only for him to kiss you more.

"Kuai," you call him, hand over his chest to stop him.

"you're going to get yourself sic-" you cough, and cough. Your chest tightens and contracts. You kneel on the floor, gasping for air, raspy noises escaping your throat.

Kuai Liang kneels next to you, deep concern on his face, as he watches his spouse groan in pain and clutch their chest.

The pain withdrew away back into nothingness. You look at your partner's shocked glare.

"I'm going to get the physician." he declares, only for you to stop him.

" No! No. Not now." you plead, gaining an angry look from him.

"What?"

"The people are already suffering from this blizzard. I can't be seen weak." you calmly explain, feeling the blood rush to your face.

"The younglings are training in this blizzard, and the grandmaster consort caught the cold. What will your image be? What will mine be?" you cough into your hand, slumped on the floor, feeling defeat.

"Y/n, what is this? Didn't you hear me talk with Frost?" Kuai Liang Stands up, only for you to grab his pants.

"Please, Kuai. Just for today." Your e/c eyes well up as you look at your partner in plea.

He closes his eyes, muttering under his breath before he gets to your level and carries you.

"Only for today," he repeats as he walks to the bed and lays you down slowly.

"only for today." You nod, repeating your words.

"Get some sleep, y/n." he brushes your h/c hair back before he pulls the covers over you.

"won't you join me?"

he snickers, shaking his head as he walks to the other side of the bed. He has taken off his bandana and top vest before he joins you in the bed.

You kiss him on the cheek as he slides close to you, his body chilly though not displeasing.

"Thank you, Kuai," you mumble as you bury your face into the crook of his neck and drift into needed sleep.

I wanted to write more but I don't know.. felt like this is a good ending? . if u wanna me to write something for u hit me up. I looked up the mortality causes of cold weather and third cause is raspatory diseases so I was gonna do an " Arthur Morgan from rdr2" but that would be so cruel so I chose just a serious case of the flu. I mean after all they're humans just a little more powerful, right?

#mortal kombat #mk11 #sub zero #subzero x reader #mk sub zero #kuai liang #kuai liang x reader #mk 11 x reader #mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat 11 #sub zero kuai liang x reader

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ramblingloon · 2 months

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Chapter Two: A Modern Plague

It's been three years since you and Roshan had tied the knot. You lounge on the expensive chaise longue, looking distantly through the grand window overlooking the vast garden. The warm sun rays kiss your skin and reflect over your e/c eyes; with a heavy sigh, you look at the diamond ring around your finger. "Roshan, what are you doing?" you sigh deeply, still playing with the ring. You recline on the chaise, heart heavy by all the information your husband has entrusted to you.

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*Flashback*

You laugh at your mother's joke coming from the other side of the call, asking for the billionth time when you will bless The Family name with a tiny mobster.

"Mom, Roshan, and I...I think Roshan is a little paranoid. He keeps saying when things get safer."

"Safe? He's married to a Family name. What's he afraid of?" your mom answers immediately, offense and maybe anger lacing her voice.

"He was with Father's name early this morning. Did his plane arrive back in Japan?"

You hear the door handle open, and your husband enters. The menacing glare in his eyes changes into a soft glimmer as the side of his lips perk up, "Speak of the devil. " you smile at your spouse as he waits in the middle of the room, waiting for you to finish the call. Your mother chuckles, and with a fast, "Right, go welcome your husband back home." before she hangs up. "Bye-bye." you eye your husband as he takes off his meticulously tailored jacket and puts it on the couch. You reach for him, and he pulls you into his arms. The smell of smoky wood cologne engulfs your senses, and in some way, it calms you down. He kisses your head and buries his face in your h/c hair, mumbling something. You hum in question, looking up at his sapphire eyes," Is something wrong?"

You know I was with your father today, right?"

"yes.."

"We discussed the future of the Family name and," he stops for a moment and licks his lip before he calmly utters," I'm planning to over throne Minegishi."

"What?" you break away from his embrace. Shock and fear resonate through your body, your heart rate quickens, and you stammer, trying to form a sentence.

"Roshan, Minegishi will have your head if he senses betrayal."

"Y/n, everything is planned. I joined the Japanese underworld, planning to one day be the leader."

Mental pictures of bloodied and injured Roshan surface in your mind, causing tears to well up in your eyes.

"Y/n..." he calls for you, sadly.

He steps toward you, his tattooed hands reach for your cold hands, and he puts them over his beating heart.

"I planned everything except you. From my joining ceremony to climbing up the ranks, everything. Minegishi blessed me with the unexpected, and I'm happy, ми́лой"

"Don't worry about me." he lifts his hand to wipe away the tear sliding down your cheek.

"When will it be?" you utter, cloudy eyes looking at his saddened one.

"Next week," he answers, his hands still holding yours over his chest.

The room stands still, your rapidly beating heart contrasting with Roshan's calm rhythm.

"Is there a way I can help? You know I can use guns." you inquire.

" I need you to leave the coun-"

you interrupt him," Absolutely not, Roshan. I'm staying. " your voice rises and rings in the room.

He looks down at his polished leather shoes, displeased. His two white locks hang over his face, shadowing his eyes.

"so?" you stand grounded in your place, hands crossed and a frown on your face.

He looks at you through his eyelashes.

He shakes his head in disapproval before he straightens up and pulls a gun from behind his back strapped to his belt,"

"The upcoming years won't be easy, y/n." He hands you the gun, heavy in your hand.

"Then let's face it together." you cup his cheek and tentatively caress it with your thumb.

"я тебя люблю" He leans down, capturing your lips with passion and hunger. You melt into his touch when he pulls you back to him, enveloping you between his broad shoulders. You ran your hand through his black hair, pushing him into you to deepen the kiss even more.

A sudden knock pulls you away from each other. A string of saliva connects you two before it instantly breaks.

You wipe your lips, and take a deep breath to gather your thoughts before answering with a questioning yes.

"The dinner is ready," the maid's voice comes muffled from the other side.

"We'll be down soon," you reply, gaining a grimace from Roshan.

You hear the maid's footsteps fade when you walk toward the door.

" Take a cold shower, and don't fire the maid. " you tease him as you exit the room to help aid the rest of the staff. His words of love are fresh in your mind, subduing the stinging pain in your chest for the upcoming clash.

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hehehehe, hi I'm back with another chapter. maybe next chapter we'll get something i dunoo :3

anyways have a lovely day and see ya in next chapter.

#bullet train #the white death #the white death x reader #white death #white death x reader #bullet train x reader #bullet train fic

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ramblingloon · 3 months

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Chapter 1: Privet, my wife.

You watch your reflection on the tainted car window, the air conditioner cooling down the humid summer of Japan. The car takes a calculated turn to the right.

"Y/n, you seem nervous."

you turn to your mother, her h/c hair woven in an elegant hairstyle.

"I'm...not. It's my duty," you say, repeating your father's words.

You recall your father's stern monotone as he reminds you of your duty as the child of the leader of a particular mafia.

The alliance between two brutal outlaws- the guy called Minegishi and your father.

As decided, you were offered as a spouse to one of his most trusted and closest advisors.

"you know how this world works, y/n." your mother reaches with her tinder hands to encase yours.

"And, I'm quite sure if anything happens, your father will deal with it." your mother continues, a small smile on her face, yet sadness laces her e/c eyes.

You nod in understanding when your mother reaches with her delicate finger, tucking a stubborn h/c lock behind your ear.

"we're almost there, Mrs. Family name." the chauffeur declares to your mother.

"This is it,y/n. Remember, you're a Family name. Act like it." your mother lets go of your hands and adjusts in her seat, her face contours into a cold, firm façade.

You look back at your reflection in the window; the cherry blossom trees pass by as your e/c eyes scan your graceful attire.

Within a minute, the car slows down by a grand house. Men in black tailored suits surround the car as the chauffeur drives the car through the driveway.

You regard Minegishi's men interacting with your father's goons.

The car finally stops in front of two men chatting with each other, surrounded by their mobs.

Two men reach to open the doors for you and your mother,

"There you are, Mother's name. I'm sure you know Minegishi by now." your father's grounded voice welcomes your mother before Minegishi and your mother exchange greetings.

You stand there watching in silence when you feel a set of eyes on you. He stands behind Minegishi in a firm stance; his two wavy white locks contrast with his jet-black hair.

His deep blue eyes lock with your e/y ones, and he singles for you in a courteous nod.

"Y/n, the child of the Family name. A pleasure to finally meet you." Minegishi's voice brings you back to the three individuals you're mostly familiar with.

"Pleasure is all mine, Mr. Minegishi," you reply with a smile.

"Shall we go inside then," your father requests while everyone follows behind.

You glance at the rigid blue-eyed man and find him observing you in return.

Swiftly, you look elsewhere as you enter the house, the wooden floor squeaking underneath the weight of all the people on it.

You sit on the comfortable dark couch alongside your mother while your father is back chatting with Minegishi.

"Roshan, come here." Minegishi's cold voice rings in the room.

"so my future husband is called Roshan," you think to yourself,

When a man slips out of the group of men outside and into the room. His confident gait exudes danger while his sapphire eyes glance at you before he stands by Minegishi.

"Meet your future wife, Y/n of Family name."

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Chapter one is done yeppiee. What do you guys think?

I'm planning on making the chapters as time skips or time periods " does this make sense lmao"

so in up the coming chapter you'll know how Roshan or white death managed to make his own gang or get alliance outside the Japanese underworld heheh

hope you guys like it and see you in chapter two

Chapter Two

#bullet train #the white death #the white death x reader #bullet train fic #bullet train x reader #white death x reader #white death

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