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restinslices · 3 months

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Stay

Bi-Han x Reader (no gender specified)

Word count: 1499

Summary: Just some sad angst about Bi-Han’s significant other leaving him from his POV. Inspired by that scene of Kaz telling Inej to stay and Inej saying she'll have him without his armor. You don't gotta know the scene to know what I'm talking about. Just follow the plot.

Bi-Han had a thousand thoughts spinning in his head and none of them wanted to quiet down.

He couldn't even focus on one. There were multiple voices in his head screaming at him, all of them wanting to be the loudest but all of them failing. It'd been like this ever since you made it clear that you were leaving.

Maybe some of this was his fault. No. Not maybe. This was his fault. He had become neglectful, and the edges he had became sharper and sharper. It seemed like he hurt you every time you got close.

Bi-Han being foolish and prideful thought it'd all go away. There was no need for deep talks, or breathers, or whatever else you managed to think of. He convinced himself it would all smooth over eventually. This was just a rough patch and it didn't seem to actually danger his relationship.

How wrong he was.

Time passed. Neglect built. Finally you two got into a huge argument and it seemed like this tipped the scales against him. You would be leaving.

He stood nearby but refused to look at you. Didn't matter though. His brain punished him anyway, making him relive the moment you slipped your ring off. It slipped off effortlessly, like it was always meant to come off. Like you two were always meant to fail.

Your stuff was gone, so he didn't understand why you were still here, but he didn't complain. You said something about grabbing a necklace, but he never saw you grab it and the last time he looked at you, you weren't wearing one.

Bi-Han had another problem besides his inability to look at you for an extended amount of time. His hands felt empty. He tried to pass time and fill that void by cleaning his mask with a hot rag, but it didn't work. It's not just that his hands were empty, it's that you weren't in them. It was weirdly funny when he thought about it. Bi-Han wasn't big on physical touch and whispering sweet nothings. He was capable of all the cutesy shit that was typical in relationships, he just didn't care for it.

But now? All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you and force you to stay. He wanted to whisper every sweet thought he had about you in your ear. He wanted to praise everything about you, and he didn't mean just your looks. He wanted to praise you about the stupidest things; your walk, how you pronounce certain words, your laugh, how you look when the sun hits you, everything. Anything to make you stay. But he didn't. He stayed silent and he assumed that silence bothered you based on your sigh.

“I guess this is it then” you spoke, and it made his heart clench in his chest as he realized this would probably be one of the last things he heard you say.

He made a small noise of acknowledgement in response.

“Am I to take your grunting as words?”.

“Goodbye” he forced himself to say, but the words came out through gritted teeth. He could hear your footsteps get closer until you were in front of him. Your soft hands touched his, only to slide his mask out his hands and onto the table. He couldn't help but look at you then, taking in and memorizing every feature you had. There were plenty of things you didn't like about yourself. You were only human after all. Bi-Han disagreed about all of it though. If there was one thing he was forced to look at until his final days, he'd choose you everytime. He was just really bad at showing it and he hated himself for it.

“Is… is there nothing else you want to say? Just 'goodbye’?”

“What else should I say?”. You nodded then and a small “ok” left your lips. His fingers started to itch the second you looked away, that emptiness making itself known again. He didn't have his mask in his hands anymore, so his fingers tapped against each other, wanting desperately to grab you.

You had only taken one step.

“Stay”.

He didn't mean to say it. He didn't even notice he said it until you turned to look at him.

“What?”

“Stay” he said more firmly. His hand grabbed your wrist as if that would trap you with him forever. The tapping stopped, finally content now that you were touching. “I want you to stay”.

“And if I don't want to?”

“I need you to stay”.

It went silent then and he wished he could read your mind. Your face gave nothing away but sorrow and as tough as he tried to act, he knew his face looked the same. “I want you…”. He meant to add something else, but what was there to add? He couldn't pinpoint what about you he wanted. He just wanted you. All of you. Good, bad, ugly. He wanted it.

“And how do you want me to be?” You said after a second. “Obedient? Obeying your will? Being at your side when it's convenient and behind you when it's not?”. He looked away, not able to take how your brows furrowed when speaking and his hand slipped from your wrist.

He felt your hand touch his cheek and move his face to look at you. He couldn't help but close his eyes and lean into your touch, finding comfort in how familiar your hand felt against him. The world was incredibly cruel. It gave him the power to freeze everything but time.

“Do you want me to stay silent? To take what you give me and ask for nothing more? To never speak up? To just accept life for what it is?”.

His eyes scrunched together. Each word felt like a dagger being twisted inside him. Your voice narrated his memories and all he could see was how many times he took you for granted. If he could, he'd beat himself over the head and yell at himself to keep you close instead of doing what was natural and pushing you away.

“I want you Bi-Han”.

His eyes opened then, hoping maybe you changed your mind.

“But I want something different. And you… I'm not sure you're capable of change”. Your hand slipped from his face and he immediately grabbed your hand. He was delusional. He hoped the physical contact could somehow reignite the spark. Stupid and wishful thinking, but he hoped the Elder Gods were listening and would answer his prayers.

“I can change” he managed to get out. It was a lot quieter than his previous words, even if he meant for it to come out powerful and assertive. Something had to change your mind and convince you to stay. He'd bring all your stuff back by himself if he has to. He just didn't want you to start moving again.

You sighed and shook your head, “you don't change. This is just who you are and I can't take that from you”.

“Stay with me. Don't go”.

“I thought the Grandmaster would never beg or plead”.

“I do”.

Bi-Han was taught from a very early age that Grandmasters didn't negotiate. They never begged or pleaded or showed any signs of weakness. They ruled over their clan with perfection and always stood tall. Unmoving. There was no such thing as weakness.

But he was so incredibly weak when it came to you. Grandmasters didn't beg or plead but Bi-Han did, and he'd beg over and over for you to stay if it'd work.

That's the thing though. It wasn't working and he knew it.

He was far too late.

“I hope you know I loved you Bi-Han”

“Loved?”

“I love you”

“Then stay”

You smiled then. A smile that had absolutely no joy in it. Only mourning. Your hand slipped out of his and you reached up to wipe away the tears he didn't even know had fell. He wondered why you weren't crying. Whenever you fought recently, you always seemed to cry. Sometimes it'd be a few tears, other times you'd storm away and he'd hear you sob. Did he exhaust you this much? You had no more tears to spill? Did he really push you that far past your limits?

“I hope in our next life we're different. I hope we spend forever together”. Bi-Han wanted to argue with you. He wanted to shout at you and tell you that all of that could happen in this life, but he didn't. You made up your mind. It was clear. He didn't know what to say anymore. You loved him and he loved you so how did he mess it up this bad?

Your hand lingered until it finally left his face for the last time. You walked away, and this time he didn't stop you.

He watched you as you went, replaying your life together in his head and what he should've done differently.

I tried to pick the least threatening gif I saw and that was actually difficult. Where is your kindness sir? Also why is the indented shit spaced out so ugly in the beginning? Summary and word count not having one long line is gonna haunt me.

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #bi han sub zero #bi han #bi han x reader #mk1 bi han #bi han x y/n #bi han x you #bi han imagine #subzero mk1 #subzero x reader #subzero x you #bi han angst #subzero angst #mk1 angst #idk what’s wrong with me #lin kuei

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chonylolu · 4 months

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if someone ever makes a mirage/2-S version of the earthmover you need to make it like my horse prince. please she needs to stay on all fours

#ultrakill #earthmover #ultrakill centaur #kaz screams into the void

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cawcawbeech · 25 days

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SIX OF CROWS AND KISSING !!

(Welcome to this silly but intricate guide nobody asked for)

Just so everybody knows and is fully aware, I literally never kissed anybody in my whole damn life. I dont much care to try (for now) unless your name is Amita fucking Suman (jkjk, or not), but that doesnt mean I didnt do some very extensive research on the topic just so I can write what are hopefully non-generic scenes where all of my favorite characters make out till the following sunrise without a single other thought plaguing their empty little minds (exception being if the said thought is used to deepen 'the plot').

Before I say much else, I would like to note that THIS is just a very detailed bullet point list on kissing for all of my boys and girls separate of their partners assigned to them in canon or by the fandom. We will get to how it would actually go in different scenarios with different ships a bit later on if I decide it wont be a waste of my time. PS: No, not every kiss / kisser has to be extraordinary or unique or have whatever traits I ended up slapping on these characters here, Im just extra like that. And its not like anybody can stop me. Deal with it and simply enjoy (whatever this may be)!

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JESPER LLEWELLYN FAHEY

Jesper has had his fair share of practice in this particular field, we all know it. That is no reason to say that he is a perfect kisser, there are many who have done way more, constantly brag about it, and yet still leave you disappointed. But, this is Jesper we are talking about. Kuwei has said that he is a great kisser too, I choose to trust him on that. That joke he made to cheer up Wylan at Olendaal, the one about kissing Nina / Matthias 'with tongue', it doesnt have to mean anything, but I like to think he is a tongue kind of guy. I also like to think that he is adaptable to any type of person though, he aims to please through-and-through. It saddens me to look deeper, to think about how that may be a result of his low self-esteem, but in moments like these, it makes him happy most of the time, and it is all I could hope for when it comes to my boy.

The first relationship he had been a witness to, the one his mother and father shared before her death, had been a very healthy one. I wouldnt call Colm the perfect father, certainly not after his wife was gone, albeit he is significantly better compared to the hands the rest of our favourite characters have been dealth with, but he was good to Aditi. Most kids, including myself, were the type to be grossed out by PDA, especially when its between their parents, and while thats not in any way a bad thing, we can clearly see that Jesper was not of that type.

Despite his many faults, he was raised fairly well. He knows how to make a comfortable environment, to recognize a clear invitation, what to ask and what not to ask, what is acceptable and what he shouldnt do without a more in-depth discussion. He knows how to create and opportunity where one could deny him if they so wished. I wouldnt say its some overly high bar to jump over, if anything it is the most basic standard any and all should hold themselves to, but I call Jesper 'the consent king' for a reason.

Its said in the book that his mind empties when he kisses the right person, that thinking of methaphors clearly means something is wrong, but hes still pretty descriptive in his POVs if you ask me. Its also very clear that he likes to kiss deep, slow, and involve other sensations throughout which is the part where Id like to include some of my very own hcs (slight temperature / texture play where he drags his rings over skin, hair pulling is a given but I can see him also liking to touch peoples ears a lot, talking in between and whispering during the few subtly initiated pauses, etc). Jespers favourite type of kiss would probably be those he iniciates as soon as he wakes up in the morning. It rains often in Ketterdam, its normal, so he would also probably be one of the rare creatures among the regular Kerch citizens who finds kissing in the rain romantic.

KAZ BREKKER (RIETVELD)

Kaz will have to go through some major healing first, no doubts about that, but Id say he would probably be one of the elite members of the 'Im keeping my eyes open for this' club (until he isnt). I doubt he does much analyzing during, mentally he is on another planet thats probably many lightyears away as he tends to do with a lot of other even remotely intimate things, but theres lots of squinting, eyelid fluttering... Kaz is basically a personafication of that cliche 'when did I close them' quote. In my own experience, I can barely hold eye contact when talking, but I dont really see this as a bad trait. I also dont see it as a trauma response either like some would assume it would be for Kaz, I think its just a him thing. If this man didnt want to kiss somebody, you would not be kissing him, end of.

He likes to focus on teeth, whether by unconsciously (or consciously) biting his partner, having your teeth bump into each other, or licking his own after youre done. Theres lots of shuddering, youll feel him there more than youll hear him, but he is not completely silent either. I dont think he would like beeing cornered, picked up or lifted in any way except on very rare occasions. Just like the pulse thing where he feels for it on the wrist (or neck once he is more comfortable), feeling his weight including the pain of his leg serves to ground him. Perhaps he might also like feeling of you breathing through your nose on his face for the same reasons? He doesnt like leaving things unfinished, even if its just a peck, he will make sure it feels 'complete', I dont know how else to put it. If anybody could overuse the words "Again?", it would be Kaz motherfucking Brekker.

Im in no way saying he will be good, in fact, theres lots of traits here that many wouldnt like, but he tries when he wants to (and again, you would not be kissing this man if he didnt want it), he will learn and he will remember the smallest of details (so that he can ponder over them later). The only thing we hear about Kazs appearance related to his mouth is that there is a scar running through his upper lip. I never got it when people talked about kisses having a taste, but Kaz seems to often call people light-weight, so clearly, he handles his alcohol well, perhaps having developed such a habit to settle down his own supposedly non-existent nerves. It might not be the main reason, we heard about him being on the receiving end of many fights that in certain circumstances and with the ways they are handled lead to similar results, but liquor does leave one dehydrated and with chapped lips.

WYLAN VAN ECK (HENDRIKS)

Unless he is particulary fired up, Wylan likes to start slow and chaste no matter if you are the first, the thousanth person he has kissed or just a person he has kissed a thousand times. Unlike Kaz, he has some experience, sheltered kids know how to have fun in secret (and Im the last person who would ignore that 'lie' about him being kicked out for bedding the tutor, theres some truth to everything), but he is also nowhere near the level of Jesper or Nina or Matthias. We know he likes when his partner feels calm and like they are actually in their body before he goes in for the kill, we saw it with Jesper, but we also see that he isnt the type who needs to ask every time and will just do it when 'the time feels right'. Look out, he just might squeeze into your shirt while youre wearing it and do a makeshift 'surprise attack' from there if he is determined enough for it.

From that, we could say he might have some other habits, including but not limited to the familiar one of guiding his partner through breathing patterns. Maybe sometimes he likes to hold onto your forearms more tightly than necessary (not forcefully though), have your knees touch and bump into one another, straighten his own / your items of clothing, compare hand sizes while making weirdly-intense eye contact, use his thumb to subtly rub at a random tensed muscle, touch foreheads if he is tall enough or rub his face along the side of your neck, anything that would focus your attention to him and the moment... Ironically, as a follow up to the last point and as the kiss drags on, he forgets that he is an actual person who has a weight to them and has to lean back against something with the help of his partner before he falls down and cracks his goddamn skull open.

He likes to leave an effect on whoever he is kissing, but he also likes to 'clean up after himself' as much as possible after its done, which once again serves to bring both of you back down. So yeah, he would probably do something like twirling a stay peace of hair around his finger before neatly tucking it back in place, running that same finger across a brow, down the nose or along the jawline, nudging you playfully with his shoulder, hips or elbows, swaying a bit to slowly return the atmosphere back to relaxed as he secretely links your pinky fingers together. Lips would be his main focus, and he especially likes the soothing effect it has when he is sleepy, but he could also grow to like eyelid, nose, tummy or thigh kisses when it comes to placement.

INEJ GHAFA

Inej has had many men kiss her throughout her life, and unfortunately, theres no need to debate whether she truly enjoyed any of them. Oh how I would love to say that every shitty person is also shit at every other skill they try to master, however, that doesnt have to be the case. The fact that she was a brothel girl doesnt have to mean all of her kisses were bad (to specify, that refers to the technique). That being said, I think she would appreciate the message more than the way its done. It also might result in her not exactly caring about the placement of a kiss, palm, knuckles, hair, cheek, neck, lips, any of them would be equally as intimate to her, platonic or otherwise. Its somewhat similar to what Wylan also likes, but very different too once you look further.

As is with Kaz, you would not be kissing the Inej we know now unless she didnt want you to. I probably should have said this earlier, no, I dont mean that any of the other Crows would enjoy a kiss that was not what they wanted, they wouldnt ignore the signs and will fight the person off if needed, but I hope you understand why Im emphasizing it for these two in particular. I think her kisses would be short, but sweet, a petite little package that can deliver a punch under a right set of conditions, just like she can, the same going for her ship. Physically, we know her lips have an upturn to their shape. As is true with alcohol, salt water has the same drying effect that is only made worse by licking.

One other feature that might make Inejs kisses unique is a possibility of her aquiring more jewellery during her travels. I always imagined that the Suli find piercings to be very meaningful. Perhaps she had some since a very young age, perhaps they were taken from her too during her time at the Menagerie, maybe the holes closed naturally over the long months, maybe she got more whilst working for Kaz, and although it was not put there for such a reason, a lip ring (just as an example) has quite a pleasing effect for either side.

She holds a special appreciation for people who remember their first kiss, or at least remember their first kiss with her, a courtesy she will offer in return as well. It takes special kind of brave to get close (she knows better than most) and never lets the feat of overcoming fear go unappreciated. For some reason, I can see her counting the seconds, not for any reason at all. I wouldnt say its something particulary good nor bad, but Inej doesnt give me the 'let me kiss your words away' signals no matter the situation. The phrases that would fit more would be "We will get through this", "Stay strong, for you", "Lets face it together" or "We shall see each other once more". She seems like the type to keep her affairs secret, but at the end of the day, I also dont think she would mind PDA all that much.

KUWEI YUL-BO

I know the fandom likes to joke that Kuwei is the bad kisser between the two, seeing as to how Jesper was left 'disappointed' even before knowing the truth behind who he was actually kissing... But I dont think that had to do much with the kiss itself. We were told that Jesper liked Kuweis body plenty enough, but even if it were really Wylan (both in shape and spirit), Jesper wasnt in the right space, and Kuweis silence and mannerisms didnt do much to help.

Now, this is a personal headcanon, but one of the habits I think he might pick up in the Little Palace would be scratching his nose or covering his mouth before he goes in for a kiss. Or well, I like to imagine that being his tell among all the snarky comebacks, vicious flirting and sly glances. And seeing as to how playful he is with his powers and how much he grows to use them for mischief and otherwise in KOS, I like to think that his face is always warm to the touch as Kuwei himself is constantly touching it. Random instert, this man unironically likes lemons and you will without a doubt taste quite an assortment of teas while with him.

Some people care about the emotional setting, some like keeping it casual, and some like having that perfect mix of both. Kuwei might acknowledge that in different ways and act accordingly, but I also think he might care more about the physical setting and connect good actions with places rather than specific people or mutual feelings. This man is a certified tease, unless you pull him towards you which is exactly what he wants, he is 100%, absolutely ready to keep a partner on the edge of their seat, kiss the corner of their mouth, or maybe with the lips barely touching. Instead of licking his own lips out of habit or to seduce, he would lick yours. Kuwei being a tease might also be a way for him to set up walls? In a sense that hes reminding both himself and the person hes kissing that this is just a kiss and it doesnt mean anything. And when hes kissed by someone he loves and trusts, hes downright pathetic, super soft and annoyingly sweet about it.

I dont know where else to put it so it will have to be here, but I like to think he chewed on his lips a lot as a child and whilst in captivity, leaving him with barely visible indents once he reached adulthood. When it comes to the type, Id say he could end up enjoying goodnight kisses next to the fireplace or lit by the flame in his own hand more than he would like doing anything in the early morning. Kuwei tends to get frustrated and bored easily so that might lead to certain effects as well, more specifically the speed, angle and desperation. He has hid for long enough and doesnt much care about who sees what, only whether they got a nice view from wherever they were standing at the time.

NINA ZENIK

Nina has practiced CPR from a very young age (I wouldnt call any of those a true kiss by any means, but it will make slightly more sense in just a moment), we see her perform one on Kaz in the books without hesitation, so I doubt her first 'kiss' was particularly enjoyable or wholly consentual or that she even remembers it. Perhaps from that, her kisses would grow to be particulary breathy in the future, although that doesnt mean its some kind of rule or that its not just a result of her personality being put into how she goes about it. We already know temple kisses are her thing among some other stuff, but she also doesnt seem to have a similar kind of bond with any other type that is not at neck level or above. Shes fine with them, but always seems to go to certain spots herself when she has a choice, singing and laughing through all of it. As Matthias tends to say a lot, the chase is a game to her, whether on top or beneath, she still wins.

Her skin is said to be soft, and supposedly so are her lips, plus the girl is a Heartrender and that surely results in many privileges. Surprisingly enough, I wouldnt say she is particularly experienced in the world of romance, even if her talent at sweet-talking might suggest otherwise. Perhaps shes had flings, one or two, maybe even a relationship at some point, but I dont see much more in my visions of her backstory. "Dont you want to play with me?" and "Cant you handle it?" are some of the repeating phrases in her vocabulary, but oh, it only gets worse once she feels well and truly romanced, swept off her feet as one might say, and that takes lots of effort. Its a good thing we know Nina has some high expectations, that way all of us can be her personal wingmen.

If anybody could obtain the famous movie achievement of leaving a string of saliva to connect her lips with her partners for just a few more moments, it would be Nina. Speaking of such things, she may also be the only one for who the 'let me kiss you against this wall so that they dont spot us' scenario might actually work (in theory), or at least give her enough time to incapacitate them during their confusion since she tends to be quite loud appearance wise. Likes being attended to and coddled, and no kiss has a chance without a firm grab or two. Will die if you do a tango dip with her in your arms. She is one of the biggest fans of mistletoes and finds it extremely romantic. Sometimes, when she is invited to watch a play or show, she will turn around and kiss her partner whenever the actors do. "Consider me madly in love. With the kisses, not you. ... But maybe also you if you did it again."

MATTHIAS BENEDIK HELVAR

And finally, we have our romantic-at-heart of the group, Matthias. Now, his and Ninas romance is the most obvious and out-in-the-open throughout the whole duology, and frankly he is the one I had the most trouble with writing, but the difference between seeing their first kiss from Ninas perspective and the one of Matthias is that theirs was his first kiss ever. All of his actions leading up to it, as well as those after, are a promise in some way or another, and Im not only talking about his vow to her. Nothing could have prepared me for when he lifted Nina straight off her feet and held her there as he kissed her, yet it was also the most in-character thing he ever could have done.

Matthias will absolutely, every time, start an hour long conversation on what led him to this moment, if it is the right time, the right place, the right everything... He will continue up until he himself is basically internally shouting at his own mouth to shut itself (he has very low patience despite everything mentioned above) or his partner takes the initiative themselves. The second option is prefered by both parties and a 5-star whine is the expected plus-one to excellent service. He is the type to gulp when you get too close. Will go mad if you can tell when he is holding on by a thread despite his lack of many facial expressions, especially if told something along the lines of "Just lose control, love".

He is particularly sensitive for textures. All humans are to some extent, the lips have more nerve endings in them than fingertips, but Matthias is the one who is fullfilled by it the most and frequently says stuff related to it like "Are you wearing chapstick?" or "I can feel the dip of your scar". Often acknowledges indirect kisses. Matthias has once said that kissing isnt about romance, that it should be proper and only done as a follow up to a conventional Fjerdan courtship, and while lots about him has changed during his canonical relationship with Nina, I think he might still enjoy going through at least some of these with somebody who might appreciate his efforts. Matthias is still highly religious even if he is now seeing the world from another perspective and there are some cultural things that for him go deeper than just tradition. In a very specific headcanon of mine, he has grown up fantasizing about having to lift up your chin to do it, and so now he does so even with taller partners who can reach his mouth just fine.

He would 100% take the 'Will you love me if I was a worm' jokes way too seriously. "How am I supposed to handle a worm? I could hold a butterfly, maybe kiss you if you were a wolf (but thats after a very extensive inspection of your molars)". Kisses the back of your neck after putting on a necklace. Pretends that lipstick stains dont turn him on to the highest setting.

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#six of crows #grishaverse #jesper fahey #kaz brekker #wylan van eck #inej ghafa #kuwei yul bo #nina zenik #matthias helvar #kisses #character analysis #*screams into the void*#hope you enjoy #feel free to share your thoughts #💚🖤🧡💜💛💙❤️#fandom ships #writers on tumblr #fanfiction

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lady-ashfade · 1 year

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The darkness within:

The burning of flames.

Crows x reader, Kaz brekker x Fem!reader.

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Plot: Everyone has voices in their heads, mostly themselves but that wasn’t the case for you. At times rage took over your body and you had no control over it. Death was always calling you, but it was never for your own.

🚨Spoilers for future parts of the stories in the warnings🚨

Warnings: Angst, killing, blood, betrayal, revenge, death, trauma, rage, spelling mistakes, a new plot for the story. Added background. Also oc!reader kinda.

The scent of cinnamon hit your nose as you sniffed around with a widening smile. The room was small but it was a safe space for you to rest, not your bedroom but a place you would meditate. There were many things you do in this room that no one could ever think of, or ever know.

Your head was a void for voices to speak, always a burden for you to bury underneath as much as you could. They were always hungry, pestered you to be set free from your skin and take the souls around you. They deserve it. Imagine their screams. Whispering voices echoed through your head until you got control. When you were young, the first time you ever looked death in the eyes, they appeared.

The flames burned bright and lit up the village from the darkness of the night, the screams of pain and terror haunted your little ears. “Mother?” You shouted and shielded your eyes from the shinning light of fire. So many houses were set ablaze, many people running through the streets and saying their prays. Calling out again you looked around for any sight of your mother, and nothing was seen.

Your bear feet ran along the paths in search for a familiar face. You wanted to cry, to just fall to your knees until you’d wake up from the nightmare you were in. What child could face this? It wasn’t until you heard a blood cut scream from a around the corner. Picking up the pace you turned the corner and looked for the woman who made the sound— only to wish you never did.

Blood coming from the corner of her mouth and a sharp dark blade impaled her stomach raising her off the ground. A figure in a dark cloak and hood held the blade, you tried to look at his face but you just saw black. “Mother!” You cried and reached your hand as if you could reached her from where you stood. Her body feel onto the ground and she used all her strength to look up to see you one last time.

The words feel from her lips, the last words and breath she ever took. You watch with teary eyes but frozen body screaming at you to move. “No.” You cried and fell to your knees, not noticing the pain it caused from the rocks underneath. The figure turned it attention to you. Raising the long handle with a curved, sharp blade at the top.

You stared at death itself, and not once did you feel scared for your life. No, you felt rage.

Blood. Blood stained your hands as you awoke from your sleep, a burnt village around you with bodies scattered all around. No trace of what had happen after your mother died, no trace as to why your hands were red. Or why the blade was now clinched in your hands.

“Kill.” A thousand whispers came rushing into your head as you walked the road alone in the woods. For the first time you were alone and nothing made sense.

“Run.” The words she had shouted, the last thing you’d ever hear her say.

You held the scented stick in your hands and brought the tip up to the flame of the candle beside you. It caught fire and the smoke started to come off, and that’s when you slowly put it up to your face and held it between your hands.

Closing your eyes and let your thoughts speak. It wasn’t a prayer, as you believe in no one to pray too. But it was a reminder of all the life’s lost that horrible day, a promise to make the loss right somehow. You whispered the names you knew.

The sounds of pain came back in your head and tortured you again, letting your guard down. The floor board cracked from the hallway and fell death to your ears. A tap of a cane along with steps echoed off the walls and floors. The man looked into the candle lit room and saw you on your knees with a scrawl on your face, and twitching body.

It sent a shove down his spine, something he hated. “Y/n.” He called out and broke you from your trance. A gasp came from your lips as you pulled back, the look of guilt flashes in your eyes.

“Get up.” Kaz demanded. You huffed out the candles on the floor. He looked around the room in silence and saw tables with wooden boards, writing on them.

“I suppose you have a job for me?” You question and stood yourself up. He turned to look at you and stayed silent, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a piece of paper in his hands. A wave passed throughout your body and it made your insides twisted. Kill, we need to kill. A sigh left your lips and grabbed the envelope from your hands.

“Why can’t you do it?” The paper was already being opened.

“You have a quick way of doing it, also this isn’t my contracted.” But wasn’t it? Kaz was your employer, he took you in as a “investment”. You weren’t one of his crows, no he was just the man who gave you orders. He never questioned how the scene was always cleaned up with no trace of you. How you could kill ten targets in the span of just one hour, he just needed it done.

“I get my money from you, so therefore it is part of your contract.”

He rolled his eyes, “I don’t care as long as he’s dead, report back to the club when your done.” He turned his heels and walked out of the room. You titled your head and moved your feet after him.

“I don’t go to the crow club.”

He didn’t stop at your words or even gave you much attention. “You will this time.” He stated and opened the door out of your house and walked out without a explanation. You groan in frustration at him. Looking down you read the ink on the paper, the name now being chanted in your head.

The leather straps and clothes hit your skin, you pulled up the hood and a mask over your face. You stood on the balcony of your house, the wind blowing and the night as dark as ever. As soon as your hand reached the scythe a electricity sparked through your body. The whiteness in your eyes turned to blackness. Jumping over the railing your body was taken over, a black dark smoke moved through the air as you were no where to be seen.

Each splat of blood, the cries of pain, you felt no more full inside. It wasn’t fun to kill, but it wasn’t horrible— You just felt nothing. Like a sick way of being home and warm, just comfortable.

“Jesper,” wylan hit his boyfriends head as he chugged the big glass of alcohol in his hands. Wylan shot a glare to Nina who was doing the same, his hands then gripped both cups and pulled them out of their hands earning a protest from both of them

“No, you both have work to continue. And kaz seems extra off tonight, I don’t want to see your heads on a stick.” Wylan huffed and put the glasses on the waitress’s tray as she walked by.

“He’s like that every night.” Jesper spoke and pulled his boyfriend into his lap with a smirk. “He’s just a grumpy cat.” Wylan rolled his eyes and fixed his posture, Nina nodding along. But Nina knew he was right, something was off with him tonight.

“His heartbeats off.” The both turned their playful attention off each other and then to her.

“I can sense some anger- Or worry, I can’t tell. It’s not when he talks about pekka, but more when a plan goes wrong.” Jesper leaned forward and put his hands on the table intrigued, “Can you hear it now?” Nina gave him a face telling him his question was stupid.

A figure emerged from the shadows and over to the group, “Hear what?” They turn around but Nina was the only one not startled, but the two boys were.

Inej sat down with them, “What did I miss?” She asked her friends. The bar was full and all of them had taken a break so it must be worth it.

“Kaz’s is acting weird.” Oh, she already knew that. Just a few hours ago he was annoyed and yelling at her to do a job for him, he was not in the mood. “I know.” She sighed. The groups broke out into their own questions and answers as to what was wrong with him.

The doors to the bar pushed open and a cloaked woman walked through. A breeze went through the area as she entered, and a chill vibrated down the spines of who looked at her. The crows turned their attention at the girl making her way through the place, she seemed to have a mission and didn’t stop for anything.

Jesper looked at his friends, “You think it’s her?”

Nina nodded and kepts her gaze on the girl who walked up the stairs. “She never comes here, you now how she hates bars. Kaz probably gave her a job, maybe that’s his problem.” Nina mumbled her thoughts.

Inej played with her knife, “You know how those two are.” At her words Jesper held wylans waist and pulled him closer.

“She scares me, I mean she’s a very good assassin.” Jesper shivered.

The door to the office swung open, you stepped through with a stomp in your step. “You sent me to kill a child.” Kaz heard the rasp in your voice behind him. His eyes kept themselves on the words below him and matched the papers on his desk.

“It was a test.” You let out of chuckle and gripped the handle of your weapon.

“A child is not a plaything to tangle on a string, kaz. It was a life- A child’s life.” You foamed at the mouth. Kaz set down the papers in his hands and let his shoulder fall.

“And is the child dead?”

Turning around with a raised brow he stared at you. You had to control yourself from killing him right where he stood, this was pissing you off. “I never will kill a child.”

“Good, because I didn’t want you to.” He studied you, he saw the glare you gave him and the shake in your body full of rage.

You crept closer and he stood up straight to await what you would do, and to stand his ground. It would only take a few seconds to slice through him, and at this moment it was starting to sound like a good idea. Kaz has been a decent boss, someone to pay you what you’re owed and keep you from harm if needed— not that you ever did. And you knew the things he would do. But this was was messing with you, to try and bring you down.

He was another voice.

You stare into his eyes only a step away from him, his eyes matching yours with no sense of fear. Yesterday you would have felt fluster to be this close and have him staring at you, but that feeling was gone. “We’re through.” You snapped at him. His leather hand caught you as you turned away and stopped you from moving anymore.

“You’re still under my contract.” The next thing you did was out of your control.

A bone crushing sound filled your ears as your fist swung backwards to his face, breaking his nose. Very good, the voices complemented you and that’s what pulled you out of the state. “Oh shit.” You panicked at what you had done.

“I didn’t mean to.” Your went to help him but he stepped back and held his nose and blood trailed down. The stare you expected from him was shown on his face.

“Leave, now.”

You wanted to defend yourself and apologize. But how could you explain that the situation to him without scaring or telling him the truth? So you did as he said, you left the club and back home.

As soon as you step throughout the door of your home a sob left your lips, the crashing pain in your chest pulling at your heart. Body going numb made your legs give out and you fall to your knees. The image of your mother dying, the figure standing above her— Just like that day you’re on your knees, weak and alone, and only yourself to blame.

“I’m sorry.” You begged but no one could hear. No one cared.

But are you?

You enjoy hurting people just like us. You crave blood, have a lust for it.

Shacking your head you cover your ears and let the tears roll. “I’ll never be like you.”

You already are.

The crows gather in kaz’s office as Nina helps his broken nose and awaited his orders. The tension was still in the air of what had happened, to what he was thinking. Kaz sat silent and stared at the floor with a glare. His mind flooded with the test he had set for you, how he wished it wasn’t true.

But he saw it with his own eyes, the clouded darkness taken over you and it made sense. How you could kill without a trace. How you could kill so many people like it was nothing and never come back with a scratch. It was all true.

Siting himself up and Nina threw her hands up, never getting to finish. “We have a new job.” The group looked at each other and then back to their boss. Slight fear built up within their stomachs.

“And what’s that?” Jesper asked and played with the guns on his side. They all watched kaz grab a paper from his desk and hold it up, a signed signature at the bottom. His expression darkened and twisted into a smirk.

“To kill, Y/n L/n.”

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Viper’s tongue

Tw; mention of past accidental murder, fighting, injury, blood, attempt murder.

Please do not copy or steal my work

Mikey/Male!reader

Summary; Lied to, you find yourself in the middle of the fight between Valhalla and Toman. But you won't let Kazutora go unpunished. Unknown to you, altering the time line.

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Rage burned in your veins as you searched trough the mass for Kazutora. You could not believe how stupid you have been! How could you believe that viper and his sweet words?

How could you believe that your friend would come back untouched after the crime he committed? You should have dropped and forgotten Kazutora the second he killed Shin. Better, you should have beaten his sorry ass when he came with his proposition of joining your gang to his.

How could you be so blind?

Believing him when he said he wanted to take back the Black Dragon and restore them in memory for Shin. It was so sweet, so touching and you wanted that. You missed Shin and his smile, his big heart and his advice.

But it was only lies.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Hanma fighting Draken. The two beasts seemed tireless as they kept hitting each other over and over in an endless dance. But no sign of Mikey or Kazutora by their side. Cursing, you avoided two Toman members, refusing to hit them.

It might be too late to take your gang out of this mess, but you refused to fight Toman. They weren't your enemy or the one you should be facing right now.

- “Mikey!”

Draken’s scream froze everyone in place and your blood turned to ice in your veins, fear gripping your heart. Slowly, you turned around to face the pile of cars. There, almost on top, you saw Kazutora with a metal pipe in hand and two other figures around one, blond, lying down.

That was Mikey.

Shin’s little brother.

You two were more or less the same age and you remembered playing around with Manjirowhen you came to their dojo. You two used to be inseparable and so close.

You haven't seen him since... since Shin’s death.

And you missed Mikey.

Anger ignited your blood once more when you saw Kazutora’s accomplices grab onto Mikey and Kazutora ready to beat the young President one more time with his weapon. You bolted in their direction, followed by Draken. Unlike you, Draken was stopped by Hanma. Maybe the idiot thought you were joining the party and not planning to crash it.

As fast as you could you climbed the cars. Your rage blinded you more and more as you watched, powerless, your former friend beating Mikey on the head. You felt each hit as your own.

- “Kazutora! Stop it!” you screamed, horrified when you saw blood splashing in the air.

He ignored you, too caught in his monologue. You finally reached their level and the fucker dared smile at you. Crazy. Kazutora was simply crazy, you decided.

- “Y/n! You are joining us!” rejoiced Kazutora, but quickly lost his joyful demeanour when he saw your angry face. “What is it?”

- “You fucking lying piece of shit!” you screamed, running toward him.

Before anyone could react, you tackled Kazutora. Arms wrapped tightly around him, and with all your strength, you jumped into the void. Kazutora screamed in fear, and somewhere someone cried your name. Then, you hit the top of a car. The shock and pain had you let go of your enemy and you both rolled. You were the only one able to get a grip before falling, unlike Kazutora.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the rage, but you got back on your feet in an instant before jumping down. Your eyes never left the falling teen until he reached the ground on broken glass. You didn't give Kazutora the time to get up; you pinned him down before hitting him in the face.

The silence around you two was deafening. Only the sound of your panting and fists colliding with Kaz’s face could be heard.

- “Kazutora!” shouted Hanma, running toward you. “Son of a bitch, let go of him!”

You ignored Hanma and hit Kazutora one more time.

- “Did you really think that I would be fine with all of this? You lied to me! How dare you use Shin’? How dare you!” you screamed and slapped him across the face.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Hanma almost on you. But Draken got between you, blocking the kick Hanma's kick.

- “Y/n! What is going on?” asked Draken, giving you the side eye. “Aren't you with them?”

- “No! I mean, yes but no. Kazutora told me we were taking back Black Dragon, but he lied. He used Shin’ to get me to agree.” you replied, panting. “I'm so sorry Draken.”

- “I see.” he sighed before adding; “Thought so. I couldn't see you hurting Mikey on your own will”

- “Eh? What is that supposed to mean?” you asked before gasping in pain.

Kazutora punched you back, getting you off him. Cursing, you got back on your feet. Back to back with Draken, you dared look up. Mikey stared at you, face blank. A shiver ran down your spine when you realized he was now standing alone, blood definitely pouring down his face. Turning your attention to Kazutora, you gave him a cold stare.

- “Y/n... You are betraying me for Mikey?” asked Kazutora, smiling madly.

- “Fucking yes! And you are the one who betrayed me first! I can't believe I trusted you... Believed in you! You are nothing but a filthy murderer!” you shouted at him, shaking.

- “Oi! Y/n, don't you think you are going a bit too far?” asked Draken, blocking another hit from Hanma

- “No!” you grunted, barely blocking Kazutora's punch. “He killed Shin’ and now he's after Mikey. What kind of psychopath do that? And you think he will stop there? What make you believe he won't go after Emma-chan?”

You yelped, feeling Draken grab you by the wrist. With all his strength, the Vice President spun you around. You barely had the time to understand what was going on when you saw Hanma attacking. Your foot hit him on the jaw and send him to the ground.

- “Oi! Draken! A warning beforehand would be nice!” you scolded him

- “Kazutora would never hurt Emma.” was his only answer.

- “Want to bet?” you replied, watching with horror as Kazutora took a knife out of his pocket. “Because that moron got a knife!”

Holding back a scream, you barely avoided Kazutora as he jumped on you. Your ex-friend was determined to stab you. Not giving you a second to rest, Kazutora kept attacking, his eyes shining with madness.

- “You are not laughing anymore, right Y/n? I’m going to guts you in front of everyone!” he shouted, smiling like a lunatic.

- “You are crazy!” you shouted back, fear growing up.

Because how the hell was he getting faster? You could feel the pain in your back and legs becoming harder to ignore. Your breath also getting harder to catch, making you slower to react. But it was impossible to look away, your eyes stuck on the blade.

- “Y/n! Watch out!” warned Draken

Was it how you would die, you wondered as Kazutora was finally catching up on you. You could not move anymore, too tired.

Then something hit you, sending you to the ground. A scream of pain left your lips as you heard Draken scream again.

- “MIKEY!”

Looking back, you gasped and felt tears threatening to spill. There stood Mikey, Kazutora's knife deep in his shoulder. Blood poured generously from the wound. Yet, Mikey didn't even seem bothered. His face, dark and grim, was turned toward Kazutora. Fear could be read on the culprit’s face. Neither of them moved as if time was frozen.

Out of nowhere, as quick as lightning, Mikey kicked Kazutora in the head, sending his aggressor face first on the ground.

- “Oh Gods. Oh, Gods! Mikey!” you whined. Getting up, you ran to Mikey and stopped him before he could take out the knife. “Don't! Please don't take it out.”

- “Y/n, did he hurt you?” asked Mikey, unbothered by his wound. His expression had changed, you realized. It was now softer, but worried.

- “No, no he didn't,” you answered, feeling tears run down your cheeks. “I'm so sorry Mikey.”

- “Mikey! Are you alright?” inquired Draken, running to join you two. Behind him, Hanma was also unconscious on the ground. “Son of a bitch! He got you.” cursed Draken, taking your place by Mikey's side.

Mikey grabbed your wrist, not letting you go anywhere. The blond offered you a big smile.

- “I'm happy you didn't get hurt! You scared me when you jumped with Kazutora. Please, Y/n, never do something like that again,” he said

- “I can't promise you anything, Mikey,” you replied, smiling as well.

All around you, the battle was finally over. Roman had won and you could not be happier. After everything Valhalla did, this felt like the right thing. Every member of Toman cheered, congratulating each other and taking care of the wounded. Somewhere, you heard someone screaming Mikey's name. It was Baji, followed by Chifuyu and a blond you didn't know who was crying.

You felt Mikey take your hand in his, smiling.

- “You know, there is enough place for you in Toman. If you want of course! “ said Mikey, blushiing.

- “It'll be an honour for us to join you, Mikey.” you smiled, blushing as well.

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