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Hi there!

Could I ask for some angst with Bi-han? Like maybe something about a big argument with an angry "I'm done" to his face or just him pissing off his s/o. Or anything you would like! I live for angst with a happy ending. т.т Thanks for considering it!

Ok so "this" is characters talking in Chinese. Becuase there is a moment where Bi-han talks in it.

Update: I forgot to put the header hahah

Bi-han doesn't know what lead up to it, he and his S/o never fought and now looking back it was the last time they really did other then a small bicker here and there. All he knows is that his S/o has left and his head is now in his hands. Tears run down the side of his face before he slams his fist into he table. Ice crackles around him as covers the table and floor. He stands up and wipes his face. Bi-han moves to the window watching the snow fall outside. It's silent, and a blood curdling scream breaks though the Silence.

Bi-han's eyes go wide hearing his lover scream. He runs to the door throwing it open and sprinting out onto the snow covered field.

"Y/N!!"

~ten minutes before~

"Bi-han!, you can't just kill every person who is out here!, some are wanderers trying to get home!, others might need help!" His S/o yells, he looks from the body of a man he had frozen once he entered His Home.

"No one with any good intentions would be out here, even of a day time, it's the reason we live here Y/n, it's secluded and far enough away the anyone who comes here, I'll know have no good intentions." He says throwing the man's body back out into the snow with enough force that it shatters the frozen man's body into manly pieces.

"Your so fucking paranoid Bi!, not everyone is out to get you!" They yell back atm him. He moves up to them grabbing their arms enough to hold them close but not to hurt them. He would never her his lover. It was one thing he promised himself. He would never raise his hand to them and he would fucking make sure he never caused them harm. Even if they fought.

"Being paranoid is the only reason I've lived this long Baby, you don't get to my age without killing those who come after you. And I'll be damned if I lose you. So id rather be paranoid and kill every person who comes here then find you dead!" he says lifting their face to look into his bright blue eyes. He puts both his hands on their cheeks rubbing them with his thumbs.

They look down before they looked up eyes hard as they stare him down. They pull away from his touch and move two steps away. "Ironic huh, don't want me to end up the same as some of the people you kill" the taunt, Bi-han tense as they say that, Eyes going wide. He stands there silently eyes down cast.

"It's what I do Y/n, it's my job. Remember I'm not normal. And you!, are the one who wanted to live here. You chose to come and live with me. You! Chose to love me!" He yells causing them to flich as ice covers one half of the house. His S/o backs up to the door, there fsce portraying all their emotions. "Well I'm starting to think I made a mistake" they say opening the door and walking out.

Bi-han stand frozen to the spot for a second before he bolts to the door. "Y/N! where are you going?!" He calls out as he watches them walk across the snow covered field. "Away from Here! Leave me the fuck alone!" They yell back to him.

Bi-han slams the door as he closes it and sinks down onto the floor. He sits there and cries before standing up and moving to the small table with books on it. He snatches up the table before throwing it across the room into a wall where it breaks. He lets out a roar of a yell as ice engulf the the room. He makes His way over to the small table when he sinks down and cries.

~in the present ~

Bi-han sprints thought the snow heading towards the trees. The scream had gone quite ad he runs towards the direction he heard it. He comes to a halt looking hoping to find some sign of his lover. He can hear movement in the snow and he hears a voice. "Quite your fucking squirming you little fuck" Bi-han eyes go wide as his instincts kick it. His fight or flight refect going into full fight mode as he sprints towards the voice.

He comes to a sliding stop onto behind a tree after he sees two men and a body that he figures as his lover. They are tied up. He is filled with dread once he sees the blood. The temperature drops even move out of hiding. He marches towards the men.

"Who the fuck are you! " one yells. Bi-han makes the ice begin to float as he glares that the two man who stare in absolute fear.

"The harbinger of you're death!" He growls as he unleashes his fury on the two man. The men fall dead almost instantly. Bi-han stands in his spot as it goes quite again. His eyes snap to his S/o who lays on the ground gagged and tied up.

"Y/N!" He yells sprinting over to where they lay. He picks them up seeing blood drip from their head where a small wound is. Y/n whimpers as he pulls the gag off and undoes the rope.

"Baby please, please talk to me" he say pulling them into his arms before he sprints back towards their house.

~ A day later~

Bi-han sits beside his bed where his lover lays wrapped up in blankets. He runs his hand over their forehead.

"How are they doing?" His brothers voice ask from the door. Bi-han shoots up turning to his brother. Kuai raises his hands in a surrender. Bi-han sighs nodding to his brother.

"They have more colour now, I was so worried that they... that..." Kuai moves to place his hand on his brothers shoulder. "They are strong. And if anything they will make it just so they can argue with you more" he chuckles. Kuai places a hand on his brother's S/o's forehead checking their temperature.

"I think they will be fine now. I'll leave you to it and head back, I can be gone to long" Kuai says heading to the door. He turns back to his older brother. "Bi-han look after them, I like this one and I like seeing you happy" he says staring him a small laugh from Bi-han.

"I will Tundra" he says moving to sit on the side of the bed.

~thirty minutes later~

Soft eyes open and Y/n comes too, they are wrapped in blankets as they wake up. The room is quite and they sit up looking around. Their body hurts as they stand up on wobbly legs and make their way out if the room. "Bi-han?" The Kuei Lin assassin turns around quickly to be ment with his lover wrapped in a mass of blankets as they stand in the door way of the kitchen.

"Baby!" Bi-han drops everything he is holding a she rushes to his S/o. His hands are on their face checking them before pulling them into a hug and then a kiss. "Baby I'm so sorry!, I shouldn't have yelled at you" he says softly, they rest their head on his shoulder pulling him closer. "No, no! You were right I should have listened. You were just trying to look after me." They whimper as he lifts them up and takes them back to bed.

"No more fighting?, I don't want you or I to go thought that again" he says while laying his S/o down on the bed. "Promise!, no fighting. Unless it's play fighting" They whisper back holding up their pinky to link with his. He seals the deal.

"Fukc baby the was the most scary thing I've been though this century." He hums earning a laugh from his lover.

"Yea, yea old man!"

I'm out here being a hoe for Bi-han again at 4am in the morning. Life's great :)

Can't seem to find your post w/all the yays and nays for asks so if this doesn't fit by all means trash it; how do you feel about knifeplay/multiple orgasms Noob/M!reader?

Thanks for sending me an ask and thanks for being patient for the reply, I’m officially back from my concert. Honestly I was considering abandoning writing for MK though, I’ve been worried people aren’t enjoying what I write anymore. My notes keep consistently going down, there’s less reblogs; most of which are from mutuals/friends and no one other than the occasional friend actually replies to anything so I figured people are just kind of over it. Maybe that anon who thought I write incest scared them off, or maybe it’s just the fact that they are WAY better writers who do everyone, even Bi-Han so much better than I can that makes me feel like my stuff is a burden that people just have to like search around. It’s also really difficult because I try and be really supportive of other people who like Bi-Han (as more than just a “cool character”), because let’s be honest there aren’t a ton of us, but it’s definitely not reciprocated and makes me wonder what I’m doing wrong, or what they don’t like about me/my writing. (The big exception to this is @fromthewifecage who is always a wonderful person, and is super supportive, and I adore her immensely, thank you!

So, sorry for the sidetrack, but yeah I’m happy to write this, for ease of access here’s what I do and don’t do, (I also added a link to the post in my bio) honestly there’s not much off limits with Bi-Han (OG Sub-Zero and Noob), I would say I’d probably be pickier with other characters though. I did just write a gender neutral multi-orgasm with Noob that you might be interested in too, so that’s here.Warnings for this ficlet include: MK9 Noob ladder ending (aka him ruling the Netherrealm, but it’s still aesthetically MK11 Noob, but we ignore the lack of nose and hair in Tomoka Land) an anxious male reader, self harming behaviors, slight humiliation kink, explicit language, a little choking, knife (sickle) play, blood, rough sex and obviously multiple orgasms.I will throw this one up on AO3 with more detailed tags for anyone who’s on the fence about reading this, but it is 100% consensual.Alright enough annoying warning and self loathing BS, the smut is under the cut, and asks are officially back open/off delay.

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Welcome Company pt.4

Quick Note: Thank you to all who've supported Wolffe so far! It's late, but I woke up late this morning... :/ oops

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Sinker walked up with a grin on his face, arms crossed over his chest in a mockery of his Commander’s tall, proud posture. Everyone Wolffe had passed in the barracks had given him at least a second or third glance. His armor shined, and not a single scratch could be seen under the harsh lights glinting off the surface.

“You look like a brand new man, Commander.” Sinker taunted, coming to a full salute without any intentions of true acknowledgment to his brother’s rank.

“Enough, vod.” Wolffe lamely replied, recognizing that glint in Sinker’s eyes from ten clicks away. It was enough to leave, let alone be forced to hear about it for the rest of the day.

“Oh, don’t look at me Wolffe. I’m the least of your problem.” He chuckled, clapping a hand over Wolffe’s shoulder. “I just think the paint job looks good.”

Sinker wasn’t wrong. The girl had touched up the lines on his paint, along with the more structural damages he’d sustained. He’d hoped it would go unnoticed, but whenever a trooper did anything new, whether it be a tattoo, haircut, or armor fix, everyone was bound to hear about it. Wolffe just bowed his head, and let the assault on his repaired plastoid continue.

About the time he’d reached the doors to their barracks, Sinker had finally run out of smart things to say. And just about that time Boost and Comet appeared with eye the size of mess-hall trays.

“So you did see her?” Boost said in a low voice, eyes glancing around the room.

Wolffe rolled his eyes, and let out a deep breath before giving a curt nod. By the time he reached his rack, there was a short trail of his brothers following behind with questions being fired off so quickly he could only catch one. It was

“What does she look like? No one on this entire kriffing base will tell me.” Boost practically whined like a child, looking to Wolffe with expectant eyes. Only Wolffe had nothing to say on the matter. In fact, he was the slightest bit disappointed he couldn’t hold that particular secret to himself.

“Enough.” He snapped, picking up the holopad off his bunk. “What I do during leave isn’t any of your business.” Only his short tone hadn’t effected his brothers interest at all.

“I’ll bet the food was great. I’ve heard from everyone that she makes the best food on Coruscant. Even Fives said that he would eat anything that she made.” Boost commented, speaking to Five’s proclivity for only eating ration bars, instead of the mess-hall’s dinners.

“I just want to know if she’s pretty.” Boost shrugged, not appreciating his question going unanswered. “Imagine if she had thick-”

“Dank Farrik! Can’t you leave good enough alone.” Comet stopped him from going any further. “Kriff, she’s not a piece of meat.”

He shrugged in apology, and quieted down long enough for a silence to overtake the pack. It wasn’t that Warthog had really overstepped a boundary, but it was well-understood amongst all the troopers that what the girl did had nothing to do with sex. In fact, some who had misunderstood the girl’s offerings had been reprimanded privately by those who found out, and didn’t take a liking to what their vod had done. It was obvious that Warthog hadn’t been to her home, but that didn’t keep Comet -who had been more times than Wolffe- from putting him in his place. Even though Wolffe had only been once, he was more than up to speed with the behavior that was accepted by others who visited.

Wolffe found himself torn. Between his own security in showing his face, and the hard-pressed want he had to see what the girl looked like for himself. It wasn’t that he couldn’t really, but the risk of scaring her weighed heavier than his curiosity. He’d already imagined her over multiple times. But nothing seemed quite right. He always missed the visual representation she most likely possessed, of that overwhelming warmth that he felt when stepping in the door.

The only thing he could get right was what she smelled like.

Sweet; Like those pancakes she made. Sugar, and something a little richer like honey. It was enough to make his head swirl in a buzz. Almost like he’d been one a ship with General Skywalker for one too many deployments. Something sticky that he couldn’t quite get out of his mouth. He couldn’t help but want more.

***

Wolffe’s dream ended with the that saccharine smell overwhelming his senses into a hazy limbo of sleep and consciousness. He felt warm, and almost boneless as if he were floating a few inches above the bed. It was the most relaxed he’d ever felt. On his stomach, he took a heavy deep breath in and flexed his muscles. His arms faced resistance, as the tightened closer to his body. Soft heat emanated from below him, not quite body temperature but enough to have him adjusting so he could get closer. When his own breathing pattern began to even out, the same pattern just a little off-beat was following along beneath him. Still too high on leisure to open his eyes, Wolffe adjusted his hands finding purchase on… skin. It took a long second for Wolffe’s eye to adjust to the glowing sun coming through the thick curtains. Little rays of sun beaming down onto the carpet, and up the side of the bed where an arm peeked out from underneath of him. Only then did he see a shoulder and head nuzzled in tight to a blanket and pillow. His breath caught, and followed down her side where the t-shirt covering her had rode up high enough for Wolffe to press a palm flat against her stomach.

You aren’t alone. He thought, feeling the girl’s deep breaths rising and falling under his chest. Her head turned away from the glaring sunlight, unknowingly resting her forehead against his chest where she could find shadows. Small hands slid out from under the blankets, pulling them high over her shoulders before finding a more comfortable spot flat against his stomach.

Realizing that she had been the one to enter, Wolffe’s eyes widened. Whatever her reasoning was, it was bold to say the least. His breath hitched when her fingers began to gather the material of his shirt, holding tightly to the fabric. The girl seemed damn happy to be there, actually. A positively delighted expression, or at least from the half that Wolffe could see. Eyes softly closed and her nose pressed against his chest like she thought that was where she belonged. If he’d ever had a dream before, this was on he didn’t want to wake up from. And whatever had possessed her slip under the covers was more than enough to warrant Wolffe’s patience to hear her out.

She was comfortable here. With him.

It felt inhumanly good. Her heat and the sweet smell coming from her hair had his entire body thrumming with the desire to just go back to sleep. Sunlight shined through her hair, lighting up the side of her face with a gold glow that reminded him of the room downstairs with the rocking chair. It was the missing piece that always alluded him when trying to imagine what she looked like. She looked soft, and still sleepy by the way her eyelashes laid heavy against her freckled cheeks. Even sleeping she was creating a wave of comfort that washed over him like constant tide on Kamino.

Every trooper’s angel… His brother’s hadn’t been far off. For Wolffe, she looked like a damned oracle, a goddess even. Something no man like himself had the worthiness to see, let alone be sharing a bed with.

He got caught staring at his hand resting over her stomach long enough that he didn’t feel a pair of eyes looking back at him, sleepy and fluttering. Even the small stirs against his chest went unnoticed by the Commander who was too entranced by the freckles that surrounded his fingers, and no doubt underneath it. She was covered. And Wolffe couldn’t remember a time that he’d seen so many speckled spots one just one person.

Wolffe sketched up her arm once more to see a pair of eyes looking back up at him. He supposed she wasn’t fully awake, judging by the lack of worry on her face, but as time passed he figured out that she wasn’t as aware of her own position as she was of Wolffe’s. The girl but she seemed quite content to study his mismatched eyes, darting back and forth with a curiosity that made his gut twist in embarrassment.

No one ever looked at him like that.

She paid such close attention to his eyes that she wasn’t fully aware of how her fingers had begun idly playing with the material of his shirt, flexing and relaxing the material achingly slow so that the hem of his shirt had begun raising just as the girls had. Bare skin exposing on his stomach oh-so close to her working fingers. A small exhale caught in Wolffe’s throat as he tried to think of something to day, debating on whether or not it was appropriate to ignore the way his body pressed against hers and just be easygoing.

“S-sleep well?” He asked gently, tempting the silence that had enveloped them. He watched her eyes widen a little, before a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She looked damn shy, for being so brazen to sneak into his room. The heat under the blankets got noticeably hotter in as he waited for her response.

“Great.” She breathed, taking her bottom lip between her teeth and biting down on it. “What about you Commander?” He couldn’t help but stare back at her, feeling overwhelmed with the sound of her deep, sleepy voice.

“Best of my life.”

Wolffe couldn’t have been more truthful in his life. This girl immediately became the physical embodiment of what Wolffe had subconsciously searching for. A warm place, that somehow drowned out all of the comms in the air and constant reminder of how civilian-life sounds were almost indistinguishable from droid-poppers and cannon-fire. The girl on the other hand didn’t seem intent on moving, but she did realize her hands fisted in his shirt. Instinctively, she went to move them away but Wolffe was quick to soothe away any hesitation she had.

“I don’t mind, y-you can keep them there.” His hand that had previously holding the small of her back when to re-adjust her hands against his chest. It was possibly the weakest protest that he’d ever given as he felt the soft skin of her fingers resting against his own, callused ones. For a moment Wolffe wondered if there was an inch of her that wasn’t as supple as silk.

“You don’t mind me being here?” She asked gently, bringing his shirt back into her little hands. Wolffe stuttered mentally, trying to figure that out himself. It was a hell of a thing to explain if anyone were to find out, but his entire body screamed at him to just let it happen.

“No. I don’t mind.” He answered with as much confidence as he could muster.

He watched her close her eyes for a moment, almost trying to limit her senses in attempt to block out any distractions from forming her next sentence. She had the prettiest face he’d ever seen. Trailing over the bridge of her nose, and down to the curve of her upturned lips Wolffe struggled to keep his thoughts from bubbling over into a physical response. It had been… a long time since he’d felt any touch from a woman. And with the girl’s constant attention, he was finding it almost impossible to keep his cock from twitching against his pants.

“You were having nightmares… that’s why I came.” Her little smile disappeared, only for another smile to appear much bigger than the last. “I’m afraid to report that you were quite adamant that I stay with you Commander.” A ghost of a giggle shook her shoulders for a moment and Wolffe stilled at the sight of her amusement.

“I don’t remember.”

She giggled softly again, “Well, you seem to be a man of actions not words.” To Wolffe’s displeasure she released one hand and uncovered her leg from the blanket, running her slim fingers over five distinctive fingers laid out in purple bruises. “You’re quite the silent negotiator.”

Wolffe flinched at the sight, snapping his attention back to the girl who was carefully studying his expression. A fond smile still hovering over her lips. Patiently, she waited for him to form a train of thought -something he was having a particular struggle with this morning.

“M’sorry. Truly, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His head bowed down as he cursed himself. He knew it wasn’t something he’d done purposefully, but he didn’t like the thought of scaring her. But that kriffing smile on her face was making it hard to focus on self-reprimands.

“You hardly hurt me. In fact, I’ll be more than happy to wear a few more if it means you sleep well.” She recovered her leg, and gently moved her hand back to its rightful place. This time, her thumb pressed a few reassuring circles right over his chest. He had to grit his teeth to keep from keening to the sweet attention.

“I’m sorry. I’ve more the overstayed my welcome with you…” She paused, looking back up with wide glittering eyes, then down to where her legs had stayed threaded between his own. “Would you like or breakfast, or to have some bed to yourself for a while? Food won’t be ready by the time you make it downstairs, but I could probably make do in about fifteen standard minutes.”

Wolffe swallowed thickly, thinking momentarily about something he’d rather do that sleep or eat. The smell of her hair had him hungry for something other than pancakes.

“Would a shower give you enough time?” He asked breathlessly, aware of how easy it would be for her to press a hand flat to his chest and feel his heart racing.

Her smile widened, and the hundreds of freckles on her face practically glowed. “That would be more than enough time. Just make sure you use all the hot water I’ve got.”

With a loving pat to his stomach, she was up and out of bed like a whirlwind. Running a hand through her hair and straightening out the shirt Wolffe had his hand up less than ten minutes ago on her way towards the bedroom door. Magnetized to the way she moved, Wolffe rolled onto his back propped up on his elbows sporting the look of a truly bewitched man. He was lucky that her back was turned, or else it would have been almost impossible to miss the way his lips had curved into a awestruck smile. Her shorts had ridden up just high enough that Wolffe knew better than to look… for too long. Making a mental note of how good she looked in heather grey everything.

“I’ll see you at breakfast?” She turned her head to peak back through the opening in the door, raising an eyebrow at him.

He could only nod in response.

“Good morning Commander Wolffe.”

He almost choked when she said his name.

In the seconds it took for her to close the door, Wolffe felt the strain of his sweatpants and the pressure of his cock -half hard- stretching the material. He blew out a heavy breath, feeling like a shiny all over again. It hardly took hearing his name to jump to attention without a second thought. Even worse was the knowledge that he’d have to get from the bedroom to the shower without running into her. Otherwise he’d be sprinting to collect his armor and get out the door. He adjusted his hips, groaning at the pressure before forcing himself out of bed onto feet and legs that just didn’t want to move. Of all the times he could have such bad self-composure, now was most assuredly was not.

His shower didn’t go as planned. The hot water rinsed away his frustrations, but his constant replaying of her saying his name had almost the opposite effect. It sounded so sweet with her soft voice, countering the static and orders that often accompanied his name through his bucket. Pure sweetness that had Wolffe struggling to focus long after the hot water ran out. To his saving grace, the cold water finished the job off and woke him up just enough to halt the constant memory of her bare legs in his mind.

If breakfast went half as well as his wake-up call, it wouldn’t be long before he’d be stumbling on his words again.

At the foot of the stairs he could smell something that made his mouth water. Unfamiliar, yet still tempting enough to further depress the slew of inappropriate thoughts he’d almost washed down the drain. Standing at the range, with a wooden spoon in hand the girl had her eyes set on the skillet in front of her. Engrossed in her work, Wolffe took a quiet seat at the island where he’d eaten the night before and watched. Thankfully, the bar was tall enough to block her legs from view but that didn’t keep him from making the obvious assumption that she was petite. Her hips didn’t quite come flush with the counter, and the way she needed to get onto her toes to reach the second shelf in the over-head cabinets had Wolffe reeling again.

“You like sweet things.” She commented from her position, back facing him.

“Yes ma’am.” He caught himself not following her assumed train of thought, again cussing himself for not keeping a straight line of sight on the conversation.

“You don’t have to call me that Commander. And by way of creativity… and a lack of time-” she chuckled half-heartedly. “I’m using a little of what I had planned for dinner to help with breakfast.”

“What should I call you?” He asked, totally uncaring of what she served him to eat.

“Oh, um. Everyone has a different name for me. I have quite a few interesting ones if I do say so myself.” Her laugh was completely unguarded this time, ringing like the richest chorus of bells in Wolffe’s ears. “I guess you’ll have to come up with one like everyone else has.”

Wolffe tilted his head, wondering what some of them were. “Give me some examples, so I don’t call you the same thing as my vod.”

She took in a sharp breath before laying her spoon down and turning to lean against the counter. She could see the embarrassment on her face as she mentally drew a list of the names she’d amassed. Wolffe’s entire body tensed at the sight of seeing her shrink at the thought of attention. He liked it more than he cared to admit.

“I don’t know where to start.” She gave him a helpless grin, spurring him on to help her.

“The 501st.” He stated, watching as her gears began to work. Wolffe was almost certain that the entire unit had been to stay with her. He hoped it would be an easy start.

“Hardcase calls me chef, does Tup. I’m sure you can guess why. Echo isn’t very partial to anything and neither is Rex. Kix calls me doll, or dollface; But Fives…” She let out an exasperated breath, “He’s very fond of calling me his wife.” She says with a somewhat lightly-veiled complaint. “Of course I’ve told him not to, but that doesn’t keep him from being persistent.”

Wolffe fought back the urge to say something off-color, being quite well-versed in Five’s excapades and the frequent complaints from adjoing units that share walls with the 501st. Oftentimes the paperwork gets lost when the cited noise complaints detail ‘loud moaning’ and the sounds of ‘women present’. Luckily he wasn’t of first-hand knowledge, but that was neither here nor there.

“I’m sure their all fond of you.” He commented dryly, looking to her with a knowing glance. She just smiled in return. “What about the 212th?”

“Cody is strictly ma’am, or the occasional sir when he’s still a little adjusted to being away from home. Waxer and Boil decided as a pair to call me tiny.” Her face grimaced in mortification, immediately looking to where her hands gripped her thighs, her fingers making indentations in her soft flesh.

Wolffe readjusted in his seat, clearing his throat. It was obvious she thought otherwise, but for the man sitting across from her it was more than clear to Waxer and Boil’s motive. She was more than small. Their nickname suited her down to the soles of her feet. But what caught his attention was the way she’d spoken about Cody.

Not adjusted to home…

Her tone and the simple way she’d said it conveyed her real belief that this was home to any clone that walked through the doors. To some extent Wolffe had to accept that included him as well. In the lack of a response from him, the girl turned around to continue her final preparations.

“My pack… what do they call you?” He had no idea who among his men knew her first, and the idea alone made his body flare in jealously. His dream from that morning still hung in the back of his mind, although it wasn’t a memory he was struggling to keep himself still on the barstool long enough to hear her answer.

“Sinker likes angel… and the only other of your pack that I’ve met is Comet, and he calls me stardust.” Her reply was much quieter this time, and Wolffe couldn’t understand why. But as she poured a golden liquid with sliced apples over doughy little pockets of bread, he attested it to her concentration with the hot skillet. “Apple dumplings… I planned on making these for dinner, but I think we can make an exception this morning.”

“You’ve got a lot of names.” He murmured as she slid a heaping plate towards his side of the island, holding out silverware for him to take.

“It’s all in good humor. Besides, it makes me feel like I’m a part.” She smiled, taking a fork and picking up one of the leftover apples from the skillet and sticking it in her mouth.

“What do you mean?” He asked, mulling the food around for a second before taking a second glance up at her. She was looking right back.

“I’m pretty much alone, save for my visits. All of you have names that mean something, significances that have bearing on who you are. Those CT numbers don’t give you any humanity. So when I get names from them, it’s like I’m being accepted into their little families. “ Her little shrug didn’t take away from the warmth that filled Wolffe’s chest.

She understood something most didn’t. That they didn’t have much of a singular identity as clones. Yet, for some reason she enjoyed the thought of being accepted by each and every one of them that had shared a part of their collective culture. An important part as well. The girl really treasured their names… although sometime boundary crossing, and took them as what they were. Acceptance. In that moment, Wolffe realized that this house wasn’t just a way for the his brothers to make a home, but for her to make one as well.

“You don’t like apples do you?” She frowned, looking at the uneaten food on Wolffe’s plate.

“I- uh, sorry. I haven’t had them like this before.” In silent apology, he gathered a bite and cleaned his fork. Immediately he tasted the sweetness, followed by a sugary spice that stuck to his tongue. It was delicious. He wasn’t at all surprised, but it resonated when he looked back up to see her waiting for his reaction. “It’s wonderful.” He said with another thick swallow.

Her eyes lit up gloriously, and Wolffe sat in awe again at her wildly expressive reaction. You could read her face like a book if you were paying attention. And it was almost habit already for Wolffe to scan over every little wrinkle and upturned lip that she gave him.

“I’m so glad.” Her palms came to meet right at her chest as she gave a silent clap, positively beside herself to know he’d liked it. Only now he was again disinterested in the food, and more so in getting her to react like that again. He took another bite, hiding his quick glances back to her.

After quite a long time, Wolffe finished his plate -which the girl demanded that she clean- and sat watching her back again as hot water steamed up from the faucet. He outlined her neck, and the way she held her head to the side as she scrubbed away at the sticky remains clinging to his plate. He really liked her in grey.

“Have you decided yet?” Again, she caught him not paying attention without even looking over her shoulder.

“About what?”

“You said you didn’t want a nickname that anyone else had for me… I was wondering if you had one in mind yet.” Her tone didn’t imply a single bit of impatience on his part, soothing away his instant panic of not knowing how to reply.

There was only one name that came to mind. And he wasn’t surprised that none of his brothers had thought of it first. It wasn’t in their nature to think so… possessively. Despite having a cold shower and a full stomach to wake up over the hazy morning he’s spent struggling to keep his mind of her hot hands scorching through his shirt, Wolffe was unable to help himself. He knew she wanted a family, and for better or worse, he had one. A group of his brothers nonetheless, but that didn’t matter as much as the name he’d picked out would. On first glance he thought of how wide-eyed she was, and how kriffing soft her hair was. With the most innocent face he’d ever seen it only made sense. Socked feet that don’t make sound when she walks and the natural way she made him want to pick her up and keep her there as long as she’d let him were all it took to base his reasoning.

With a deep breath, Wolffe straightened his shoulders and waited for her to turn around. When those pretty eyes met his, a his the corner of his mouth curled into a roguishly secretive smile. It was his name for her. And if she was as quick as he thought he to be, she’d understand just what he meant by it.

“Pup.”

Ok but hear me out both Erron and Raiden wearing it and they argue about who had to change. Becuase as soon as I saw this all I could think was "MK11 Raiden would hate it but conquest Raiden with strut it"

wizard hat cowboy brim

:) got to reblog this every month

Ps this be what Kenshi and Takeda see when they try and read my mind.

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Same.... cries

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