#bikuai

you can see the full version here! (WARNING: suggested incest)

La muerte de Kuai Liang no va impedir que los planes del brujo se arruinen, su alma y cuerpo serán suyos... Es hora de que Scorpion vuelva a la vida.

*Este es un trabajo REWORK de un Bi Han x Kuai Liang que tengo en wattpad, ahora es un Shang Tsung x Kuai Liang, espero que les guste.

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss 

4. …where it hurts.

let’s have some dusan/reader maybe?

“What on Earth have you gotten yourself into now, Nemec?” Dusan Nemec averts his gaze at your tone and use of his last name, not particularly wanting to meet your eyes.

You pause in your search for neosporin to look at your boyfriend in exasperation. Because really? He does some stupid shit like actually meeting a member of DedSec and setting up a cop bust on him, and he expects you to just accept it when he comes home with a busted lip and a black eye.

“Dusan,” you say, and he looks back up at you. “You’re such an idiot.”

He sneers, and then winces as it tugs on the split in his lip. “I do what I have to do,” he tells you. “You know that.”

Your hands clench around the first aid kit for a moment before you let it go and face him, eyes narrowed in such a scowl that a lesser man might have been intimidated.

“You have to be an idiot? You have to, to, to entertain these hackers? You have to put yourself at risk?” He opens his mouth to argue and you cut him off, “No! You don’t have an explanation for this, Dusan! You’re playing their stupid little games and a punch is going to be the least of it at the end!”

When you’re done, Dusan raises his eyebrows. “Feel better?” he asked in that almost patronizing tone he has perfected. “I’m not playing any games. I’m going to topple DedSec, and if I have a little fun doing it there isn’t any harm.”

You stare very pointedly at his bloodied lip and blossoming black eye. “No harm, huh?” you snark.

“If you’re so worried,” Dusan says, “then patch me up.” Oh, you really could smack the smirk right off of his face but that would defeat the purpose of trying to patch him up in the first place. “Better yet… Maybe you should kiss it better.”

Almost instantly, you scoff. “What are you, five years old?”

The pout on his face would be believable if he wasn’t, well, Dusan fucking Nemec and you didn’t live with him and deal with his shit every single day.

“You can’t even give me a single kiss better instead of yelling at me?” he whines.

This man… “You deserve more than being yelled at,” you inform him as you step between his knees. “Where does it hurt, stupid?”

“Here,” he says smartly, tapping his mouth.

“I see.”

“I’m afraid it’s quite urgent. If it’s not kissed better soon, the patient might not make it.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re really something, you know that?”

Requests aren’t open right now sorry! We’re still in the midst of our 1.5k followers milestone requests! -Terra

I’d like to think so. Mars would make a good place to act as a spaceport of sorts-- since its gravity is less than ours, it’s easier to launch from there.

(Then again the same is true of the moon.)

But there’s so much to learn on Mars, and we’d probably make a lot more progress if we’re actually, physically there. And long-term habitation would be more efficient than making constant trips back and forth, especially since the trip can be pretty long.

I feel like the technology is there, and it’s getting better every day. It’s just a matter of directing the resources to it.