sex in the shower? no. slip and bust my ass. break my dick. she slippin too. she knock her head on the tile she passed out. bleedin. i cant walk cause my jimmy snapped. thought this was gonna be sexy and we both end up half dead.
Painting by Odd Nerdrum
Just watched the new Lin Kuei trailer to see if things would get less confusing with Scorpion.
They are just as confusingđ
On another note: when I said the Lin Kuei refeer to each other as brothers even though they are NOT blood related
Scorpion is just everybody's brother at this point.
He really went from "only child from a dead clan" to "You're my siblings. And you're my sibling! Everybody is my sibling!"
And yes, I'll refeer to him as Hanzo until proved otherwise. He is the one and only, I don't care.
This will be a long-ish Scorpion x OC fic in honor of the new MK1 trailer. Really itâs just an excuse to use one of my favorite CDrama tropes: woman must disguise herself as a man for one reason or another (usually self-preservation), keeping her identity a secret even from the object of her affections. I have to set a little backstory so itâll be slow to get going, but stick with it. Quick mention of Scorpion later in this chapter.
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12 YEARS AGO Tamm was alone in the gathering darkness of the leafy hilltop. Having trudged up it from the opposite side over brambles and sawtoothed rock, she was relieved to see a small inn tucked neatly at its sloping foot. She couldnât afford to stay over for more than a single night, but still. She made to walk the rest of the way there when a loud crackle sounded behind her. Blade drawn, she turned to face it.
It was a portal, bright and gaping, and out of it stepped a figure straight from the pages of her fathers old history books. He was not so ugly as the illustrations would have her believe. In fact, he had a kind of angular, highborn face.
She felt a measure of fear, but it was dulled around the edges by pure exhaustion. The man was dressed in green and gold, and on his head, a horned and burgundy crown. He took a step toward her.
âDo you know who I am, child?â
His voice was pleasant enough, deep and imposing.
âYouâre Lord Shinnokâ she said, trying to sound grown-up and self-assured. âThe God of Death.â
âVery good,â he said expansively. âAnd you are the daughter of a traitor.â
It was said so matter-of-factly that Tamm blinked at him in astonishment. Had he come to fetch her to the Netherrealm orâŚwhat?
âOh, donât look so surprised. Itâs the reason you wonât stay in one place for very long, why you roam the countryside disguised as a boy, isnât it?â
âHow-How do you know that?â
âWarriors are scant few these days. I make it my business to keep an eye on the more promising ones. And you, girl, are very promising, indeed.â
Tamm frowned. It was true she had spent the better part of her life either training under the strict thumb of her father or evading the new Kahn.
âWhat do you want?â She demanded, though inwardly she quailed. âSay it plainly,â
He smiled at her as though she had asked the one question heâd wanted her to all along.
âFight for me, and I will not reveal your identity. The Kahn need never know.â
âButâŚthatâs blackmail!â she said angrily, forgetting her alarm for a moment.
âYes, I suppose it is,â he drawled without remorse. He looked thoughtful but unbothered by the accusation. âYou have nowhere to go, no home nor kin. I offer you both. Or would you rather spend the rest of your miserable life on the run?â
She thought for a moment. If she refused him, she would be sent to the flesh pits or worse. The future yawned frightfully before her. Could she really spend it with no place to lay her head?
They stood for what seemed like some time in silence. The wind sluiced over them both and across the grass in rippling, cool waves, rolling on and down to the inn. She experienced it all as if it were the last time. The dark was nearly on them when he spoke again.
âWell? What say you?â
Tamm felt like her entire life had shrunk to this solemn point.
âAlright,â she answered, feeling sick.
âSmart girl.â
âSo, what now?â It was asked lamely and with growing dread. It was all she could muster.
âYou will take this to your grave,â he began simply, through rows of animal teeth. âReveal neither yourself nor our bargain to anyone, otherwise weâre both done for. Do you understand?â
Tamm could only nod, rendered speechless as he made a final promise.
âThe Kahn will never hear of it from my lips, so long as you obey me.â
Shinnok fell silent. He was cast halfway in shadow, bone-white and deliberate. He had made the offer forthrightly, but Tamm saw a savage intent in his eyes. His expression changed suddenly to one of sly interest.
âHow old are you, little one?â
â15.â she gulped.
âAh, still a child. I predict youâll grow into a raving beauty someday. You have the makings of one, even now.â
Tamm didnât know why, but she misliked the way he looked at her. It was much too eager. Shinnok abruptly straightened, assuming the stance of a well-bred gentleman. He gave her an assessing look.
âWhen you are ready, truly ready, I will come.â he said, stepping back into the waiting portal. Tamm couldnât know that in a few months time, he would do just that.
âIn the meantime, I must continue to try and bring a very angry pyromancer into my employ.â Shinnok gave a stately bow as the portal closed over him in a violet haze, and the only words going around and around in her head were: What have I done?
when the character that is full of rage and grief is also full of kindness
Laetitia Casta at Cannes, 2013, in Christian Dior, cape by Erik Halley