La Teta Izquierda de Bi-Han

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For short, if there's an S on the tags, it means it's in Spanish, everything else is in english. REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

(Grand) Master List.

❄️"It's cold outside, Bi-Han." (One-Shot) Angst.

❄️ Crime. Chapter 1. White Rabbit. (Bi-Han x Y/N) 

❄️Crime. Chapter 2. Statute of Limitations (Bi-Han x Y/N)

Headkanons.

❄️Bi-Han's Nightmares. (Old)

❄️ OOD Bi-Han (Short)

❄️Bi-Han has a sweet-tooth.

❄️Johnny habla italiano (S)

❄️Bi-Han doesn't hate Thomas.

❄️Homesick. Kuai Liang.

❄️Grieving. Kuai Liang.

Asks.

🔥Salario Lin Kuei (S)

🔥Educación Lin Kuei (S)

🔥¿Kung Lao es Monje? (S)

🔥Bi-Han and Sareena's relationship Status in my Fic

🔥 Bi-Han touches boob (W.I.P)

🔥Sareena and Bi-Han

Janitor Bots.

🎀Bi-Han. Order of Darkness. NSFW.

Info about me under read more.

Bro ive been literally looking at this ask for months and i keep delaying it over and over again because im a procastinator. Im so sorry bby, but better late than never right????? I hope u like it <33333

Now, where were we?

Boob.

Y/N was a blatant headache.

Ever since she had volunteered to provide the Lin Kuei with temporary help as one of their numbers, she had not stopped causing trouble. And it wasn't like people weren't grateful for her help; sometimes her tech-savvy abilities became crucial to modernizing the Lin Kuei's warfare style, which they were chronically stuck in.

But then again, Y/N also had this small perk of always being at the wrong place at the wrong time. And for men like Bi-Han, this could become quickly exhausting.

Like the one time Y/N leaned over the propped late Grandmaster's armor, successfully creating a domino effect when it loudly fell onto an exhibition sword, which then fell onto a hundred-year-old vase, which then tipped over an ink recipient that spilled onto Bi-Han's mother's wedding dress.

That was the first and last guided tour of the Lin Kuei Siheyuan.

Or that one time Sektor had been leaning over the engine of one of the first vehicles owned by the Lin Kuei, asking Y/N to hold up the lantern as she made an attempt to find the source of a strange noise stemming from it. When the engine suddenly roared, Y/N, spooked, dropped the hood over Sektor's back.

Bi-Han wanted her out.

It was enough to deal with people he did not consider meet up to his clans standards, let alone a small sized hurricane of misery and destruction that kept the vein on his forehead popping and his breathing unstable.

He was a man of very few words, and he would not waste time in telling her to leave. So, stomping in her unknowing direction, the man prepared to blast "Leave these premises" into her face, but before the talking, came the shoving, and as he approached, with an open palm, the woman turned around to meet his face, and thus, it happened.

It was soft.

It was also round.

His palm wrapped around her breast in an almost nervous squeeze that made the woman's eyes widen with shock, and her lips part in awe. His hand was rough and firm.

Uncomfortably cold.

He did not move. She did not either. Words stuck in his throat. Y/N had never seen a man turn such a shade of crimson, sweating profusely, and his jaw tight. She believed he might have been close to strangling her.

Y/N's hand softly guided Bi-Han's away from her left boob, lips pressed together awkwardly before whispering.

"Whatever happened to hello? How are you? Would you like to go out for dinner?"

Overwhelmed by the situation, Bi-Han cleared his throat and made an attempt, a useless one at that, of decorum.

"Watch yourself." He said before turning around and walking away.

At an alarming pace.

Kuai Liang

How could someone grieve someone they've never lost? Someone that hurt you, betrayed your trust and overall, dissappointed you?

Kuai Liang was not saddened of Bi-Han's lost, in fact, it served him right. Having killed their father, brainwash the Lin Kuei into having an insane nationalist thrive for conquest and murder. When they were made to serve, not to rule. So good riddance, Lord Liu Kang knew best.

Then why, at this unholy hour, he found the air suffocating enough he had to escape his bedchambers into the cold air. For he couldn't sleep? Why, even as he reminded himself that Bi-Han's death was necesary and good, his brother's face as he was drained of life was the only thing on his mind? How, that man, that had once looked at him with pride, had become something quite too difficult to name.

A corpse.

In his lifetime, he had seen plenty, he was a warrior, after all. And yet, he could not handle this one.

He could not handle to see his expression frozen not in a mask of peace, but in one that suggested he had been gasping for air at the last moment. Stuck, in time, by a god, his body stiff and his mouth blue. His eyelids, sunken, had made his deep stare turn into a disturbing look of shock. And every night, it haunted him into throwing up.

His body was wracked with trembling, screaming the memories away because how dare he grieve for someone who was evil? To feel his stomach churn because his brother was no more?

How to make sense of the pain when the two Bi-Han's on his mind contradicted each other like lies and truths.

For that one time Kuai Liang had forgotten to slid the door shut, and the wind and snow invaded their home and chaos insued and their mother turned around with a fury that scared all, Bi-Han did not even allow Kuai Liang to admit to it. Instead, he took a step forward and said. "It was me."

For they had lashed Bi-Han until his calves bled, and he said nothing. Didn't even accept a thanks.

He had been ten back then

How did that noble, brave attitude distort itself into villainy? Kuai Liang's heart burned with hatred, and bled with love.

Because in the cold, his face pressed against his brother's chest as hypothermia ensued. He knew he would always be safe.

For the hand that served food first and would eat last and less for his brothers even as he disguised it as not being hungry.

For the hand that lifted the knife that scarred his face forever and accused disloyalty.

But he wasn't saddened with his death. No.

When you think of Johnny Cage, you might think of fame, money, and the grand quantity of Ninja Mime releases. But when you peel back the layers of the star, what will you find?

Johnny grew up in a fairly conservative, very traditional, very typical home, if you will. A respectable father, a lawyer, and a mom who, while dedicated to her home, was once very proficient in science and space.

Perhaps it was his mom who first guided his gaze toward stardom. But so many years had passed, who could really know? The only thing we know for sure is that Johnny did not fit in.

TV was discouraged at home, although they kept one in the living room in an attempt at middle-class normalcy. His older brother, David, would sometimes turn it on and channel surf until he found something worthy of his attention, but would always leave it unattended when prayer time came, when he became too distracted by school projects, charity, or whatever his perfect self was involved in. That is when Johnny took his chances with the remote and discovered, with great interest, the marvel of television and cinema.

Batman and Robin changed his life. And it was no exaggeration. He could not really point a finger at what impacted him the most: the costumes, Adam West’s acting, the overall cheesiness of it all when the POOM!’s and POW’s at fight scenes hit the screen, or the mere fact that these men were getting paid to do what, in his father’s words, would be losing his time. And could he do it too?

But Batman and Robin were not enough. It simply was not. Common programming, like the Dick Van Dyke show, and things that would be tolerated by his parents, were not showing him the full picture. Even as if the acrobatics had made his heart race, the slight sensation of missing out drove him to skip school and visit the video club.

Now, for a child in the 70s, many of the technological advances of the era were not short of amazing, but for Johnny, raised sheltered, academically pressured, and religious, it was as if he had witnessed a supernova. Tucked away in his left pocket were tickets for a movie he would not soon forget.