i cannot wait to go home and be in my own room and just lock myself in and read smut because it’s been days and i legit have so much pent up sexual frustration lmao
girl dad liu kang has been the only thing on my mind now since i've read your fic today oh my goodness. i definitely need more.
its the way that he'd canonically be such a girl dad that makes it so perfect too, like the cherry on top. i write & draw oc x canon and have yet to post it on here yet, but liu and my oc have a daughter together so girl dad liu kang is absolutely real i think everyone should just collectively agreee on that
the creature (me) is enjoying all this fluff, you're doing a phenomenal job writing for liu ♡
YESSSS THANK YOU LIKE HIS DAUGHTERS WOULD BE SUCH LITTLE LADIES IN MY EYES
synopsis: it’s your first time bringing the kids on an airplane. it should be chaos. unfortunately for your pride, liu kang is embarrassingly good at this dad thing.
genre: tooth rotting domestic fluff, girl dad liu kang <3
word count: 3k
a/n: chat i literally wrote this on the plane
the morning of the flight to your family home started before sunrise.
not because it had to, but because liu kang refused to rush his daughters.
you woke to find his side of the bed empty and the faint sound of giggling coming from down the hall. the clock read 5:47 a.m… your flight wasn’t until twelve. of course he was already awake.
you found him in the girls’ room sitting cross-legged on the floor while your almost-two-year-old climbed all over him like an exceptionally determined monkey.
“little dragon,” he laughed softly. “i cannot do your sister’s hair if you are standing on my back.”
the toddler considered this, then immediately tried to climb higher.
your oldest sat patiently on a cushion in front of him, clutching her stuffed rabbit while liu kang carefully divided her hair into neat sections. his movements were gentle but precise, like everything he did. the braid forming beneath his fingers looked better than anything you could have managed.
“you’re too good at that,” you said.
without looking up, he smiled. “i know.”
“it’s annoying.”
the three-and-a-half-year-old in his lap gasped. “mommy said annoying.”
liu kang looked horrified. you on the other hand burst out laughing. your daughter looked delighted with herself.
a few minutes later both girls were dressed and ready.
or at least as ready as toddlers could be.
the matching dresses had been ironed the night before, by liu kang himself of course. you had walked into the laundry room at nearly midnight to discover him carefully pressing tiny flower-patterned dresses while humming to himself.
when you’d asked why he wasn’t sleeping, he’d simply replied:
“they should look nice for their trip.”
as if that explained everything.
now the dresses sat perfectly wrinkle-free on two very proud little girls.
before they left their room, however, liu kang crouched in front of them.
“wait.” both girls froze. he lifted the hems of their dresses slightly. “good.”
you raised an eyebrow. “what?”
“shorts.”
the girls immediately lifted their skirts to show you.
“shorts.”
“shorts!”
liu kang looked entirely too pleased with himself. “no one needs to see their underwear while they’re climbing on airport chairs.”
your oldest nodded solemnly. the younger one had absolutely no idea what was happening but copied her sister’s serious expression.
then came breakfast.
then shoes.
then another round of bathroom trips.
then another.
then somehow another.
and while you managed the increasingly intimidating mountain of luggage in the living room, liu kang managed the children. which was, admittedly, far more difficult work.
by the time everything was ready, he had both girls lined up near the front door with their tiny backpacks on, hair perfect, shoes tied and faces freshly washed. you were wrestling a suitcase zipper when you heard him begin.
“before we leave, airport rules.”
both girls straightened immediately. you looked over your shoulder to see their little hands clasped behind their backs. liu kang looked less like a father and more like a very patient teacher.
“what is rule number one?”
your oldest answered instantly. “stay with mommy and daddy.”
“correct.”
he looked at his toddler.
“what is rule number one?”
she shouted. “DADDY.”
“close enough.”
you laughed. his shoulders shook with silent amusement.
“what is rule number two?”
the older girl thought carefully.
“no running.”
“very good.”
“no running,” the toddler echoed.
then immediately ran in a circle. liu kang caught her before she got two steps.
“you are demonstrating why we have this rule.”
the toddler kissed his cheek, clearly believing the matter settled.
it worked, too. every time.
“rule number three?”
your oldest smiled proudly.
“use our inside voices.”
“excellent.”
“rule four?”
“please and thank you.”
“exactly.” his expression softened. “you both represent our family wherever we go. we are kind to people. we listen. we use good manners.”
the girls nodded. even the toddler looked serious.
then liu kang held out his hands. “can you do that?”
“yes, daddy.”
“yes, dada.”
“good girls.”
you swore their little chests puffed up an inch. nothing in the world made them happier than earning that praise.
a few minutes later, as you stood sweating beside a ridiculous amount of luggage, liu kang emerged carrying exactly none of it. instead he had a daughter attached to each leg. both girls hugging him, refusing to let go and demanding kisses before departure.
you stared. “interesting.”
“what?”
“i’ve packed six bags.”
“mm.”
“i loaded the car.”
“mm.”
“i’ve done approximately ninety percent of the travel preparation.”
he nodded. “i appreciate you.”
“and yet somehow you’re still the favorite parent.”
your oldest immediately pointed at him. “daddy.”
your toddler copied her. “daddy.”
liu kang looked almost embarrassed.
almost.
then he kissed both girls’ foreheads and finally stood. the children immediately reached for his hands.
you watched him smile down at them, completely smitten. and before the trip had even begun, you already knew your daughters were going to spend the entire journey convinced they had the best father in the world.
and the worst part was, they were absolutely right.
the airport should have been chaos.
instead, somehow, liu kang made it look easy.
you stood beside him at the check-in queue, watching in mild disbelief as he carried every single bag your family owned. the large suitcase was slung over one shoulder. the carry-on rested in his other hand. a diaper bag hung across his chest. your tote bag was somehow hooked over his wrist. and dangling from two fingers were: a tiny sparkling pink unicorn backpack that your youngest daughter had screamed for in a toy shop three months ago, and a little strawberry one that your oldest had carried everywhere since she was barely old enough to walk.
“liu,” you laughed. “give me something.”
“i’m alright.”
“you are carrying our entire lives.”
he smiled. “i train every day.”
“that is not an answer.”
“it is my answer.”
you rolled your eyes affectionately. of course it was.
your oldest daughter looked up at him. “daddy.”
“yes, lotus blossom?”
“i wanna hold your hand.”
immediately, her tiny hand stretched upward. before liu kang could take it, her younger sister spotted the interaction and gasped.
“dada!” she abandoned her mission of trying to lick a boarding pass and launched herself toward his leg. “dada hand!”
the betrayal on your oldest’s face was immediate. “NO. my hand.”
“dada hand!”
liu kang closed his eyes for a second. you watched the exact moment he accepted his fate. without a word, he crouched down and carefully redistributed luggage. the sparkly unicorn backpack went onto the younger girl’s shoulders. the tiny strawberry backpack went onto the older one’s. both girls puffed up proudly as if they were carrying serious responsibilities rather than snacks and crayons.
“there,” liu kang said.
then he held out both hands.
instant peace.
the girls beamed. one grabbed each hand, and you nearly melted on the spot.
the sight of liu kang walking through the airport with a little girl attached to either side of him should have been illegal.
their matching dresses swayed as they walked. their tiny backpacks bounced against their backs. their dark hair had been brushed so perfectly it looked professionally styled. the girls looked impossibly sweet.
and everyone noticed.
people smiled when they passed. an elderly woman stopped to compliment them. a flight attendant crouched down to tell them how pretty they looked.
your daughters accepted every compliment with practiced manners.
“thank you,” your oldest said politely.
the younger one echoed, “tank oo.”
liu kang looked absurdly proud. the way he always looked whenever they behaved well.
by the time boarding started, the girls were getting restless. your youngest wanted to be carried, while your oldest wanted to know where airplanes slept.
and somehow liu kang handled both simultaneously.
he lifted the younger one onto his hip.
“airplanes don’t sleep?” your oldest asked.
“they rest.”
“like me?”
“exactly like you.”
she considered this, then nodded seriously. “okay.”
crisis solved.
when you finally reached your seats, liu kang immediately arranged everyone. you got the aisle, he took the middle, your oldest got the window, and your youngest settled directly onto his lap.
“daddy?” a soft little voice came from the window seat.
“yes?”
“i can see clouds.”
his expression softened. “i know.”
“look.”
“i am looking.”
“no, really look.”
you hid your smile as she proceeded to narrate every cloud formation she could see. liu kang listened to every single one as if she were delivering ancient wisdom.
the younger girl curled against his chest, tiny fingers tangled in the collar of his sweater. within twenty minutes she was asleep and drooling on him. but liu kang didn’t move, not even slightly.
you leaned over to whisper. “your shirt.”
“it’s alright.”
“she’s using you as a pillow.”
his gaze dropped to the sleeping toddler, and the corners of his mouth softened. “i know.”
your heart squeezed.
“you know,” you murmured.
“hm?”
“my family is going to lose their minds when they see you.”
a smile tugged at his lips. “why?”
you looked at the sleeping girls. at the tiny backpacks. at the perfectly braided hair. at the toddler drool soaking his shirt. at the man who had carried every bag in the airport without complaint.
the man who somehow made parenting look effortless. the man your daughters absolutely adored.
“you are embarrassingly good at this dad thing.”
liu kang’s ears turned pink immediately. the reaction was so adorable you almost laughed.
his gaze drifted back to the girls, his expression becoming soft in that way that only appeared for the three of you.
“they make it easy,” he said.
the flight itself went suspiciously well.
too well.
your oldest spent most of it staring out the window, while your youngest alternated between sleeping, snacking, and attempting to charm every flight attendant who walked past.
liu kang handled everything with his usual impossible competence, which was exactly why you should have known something was coming.
when the captain announced they were beginning their descent, your oldest immediately sat up straighter.
“daddy?”
“yes, lotus blossom?”
her tiny hand found his sleeve.
“why are we going down?”
“we are arriving.”
“oh.” she nodded, looked out the window, then immediately looked back. “daddy.”
“yes?”
“i don’t like it.”
liu kang’s expression softened. “it’s alright.”
then came the problem in his lap. the younger girl had been happily eating crackers seconds earlier, but now she was clinging to his shirt.
“dada.”
“i’m here.”
“dada.”
he kissed the top of her head. “i’m right here.”
then the plane dipped slightly. not even dramatically, just enough for everyone’s stomach to notice.
your oldest gasped. your toddler squeaked. and completely against your will, your hand immediately grabbed liu kang’s arm.
there was a brief silence, then he slowly turned his head toward you.
you released him instantly. “i wasn’t scared.”
“hm.”
“i wasn’t.”
“hm.” the smile threatening at the corners of his mouth was infuriating.
“i was checking something.”
“of course.”
you narrowed your eyes, but he looked entirely unconvinced.
another bump came, and this one was a little stronger.
your oldest immediately abandoned the window seat and practically climbed across her father.
“daddy.”
“i’m here.”
your toddler buried her face in his chest.
“dada.”
“i’m here, baby.”
but somehow in that moment, his gaze drifted toward you. you looked away, but he definitely saw it.
a moment later his free hand quietly found yours and rested there, warm and steady. like he wasn’t making a point at all, which somehow made it worse.
the plane descended lower and the engines changed pitch, as the city appeared beneath the clouds.
your oldest was now firmly attached to one side of liu kang while your toddler occupied his chest. and you were pretending very hard not to be the third person seeking reassurance.
he, meanwhile, looked completely unbothered. you were fairly certain he could remain calm during the apocalypse.
“daddy?” your oldest called quietly.
“yes?”
“…what if the plane falls?”
“it won’t.”
“but what if—”
he gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “the pilots know what they are doing.”
that seemed acceptable.
for about thirty seconds, then another bump hit. your youngest whimpered while the older one grabbed his arm.
and before you could stop yourself, your fingers tightened around his hand.
his shoulders shook. you just knew he was trying not to laugh.
“liu kang.”
“hm?”
“if you laugh, i will leave you here.”
“we are currently in the sky.”
“i’ll find a way.”
that finally earned a quiet chuckle.
the girls immediately looked at him. noticing his calm. watching his face. and, as always, taking their cues from him.
because if daddy wasn’t worried, then maybe they didn’t need to be worried either.
“can i tell you a secret?” liu kang asked softly. both girls nodded. “when i was little, i used to get nervous too.”
their eyes widened.
“you did?”
“i did.”
“you?”
“me.”
the older girl looked shocked. the younger one looked personally offended.
“but you’re daddy.”
you nearly laughed. liu kang just nodded gravely. “i know.”
“so what did you do?”
he thought for a moment, then tapped her nose.
“i held someone’s hand.”
immediately both girls shoved their hands at him.
“hold mine.”
“MINES.”
he accepted without hesitation, two tiny hands slipping into his large palm.
problem solved.
the plane lowered further, and the runway appeared.
everyone braced slightly.
your oldest squeezed.
the toddler squeezed.
you squeezed, while liu kang glanced sideways.
“checking something?”
you refused to look at him. “be quiet.”
his smile was unbearable.
then the wheels touched down.
and with a bump, a roar, and a sudden rush of speed, it was over.
the girls stared, blinking and waiting. when it became obvious the airplane was, in fact, not falling from the sky, relief spread across both little faces.
“we did it!” your oldest announced.
“we did it!” echoed her sister.
liu kang nodded solemnly. “we survived.”
the girls erupted into tiny giggles. a few rows ahead, someone laughed.
the tension vanished instantly.
your oldest climbed back into her own seat, proud of herself, while your toddler sat up and started asking about snacks.
everything was normal again.
liu kang finally looked at you. “so...”
you groaned. “no.”
“you were very brave.”
“i hate you.”
his hand squeezed yours.
“you know,” he said quietly, “you could have just held my hand.”
“i did hold your hand.”
“but you pretended it was an accident.”
“it was.”
“three separate times?”
“yes.”
his smile widened.
across the aisle, your oldest pointed dramatically. “mommy was scared too!”
traitor.
your toddler gasped. “MAMA SCARE.”
“i was not scared!”
then…
“daddy protecc mama?” the question was asked with complete sincerity as your youngest sat in liu kang’s lap, staring up at him with wide eyes.
across the row, your oldest immediately perked up. apparently this was now a very important discussion.
liu kang didn’t even hesitate. “of course.”
the answer came so naturally that your heart squeezed. as though protecting you was as obvious as breathing. as though there had never been any other possible response.
before you could say anything, he turned toward you. his hand found yours, warm fingers threading through your own.
then, with the girls watching, he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles. slowly. tenderly. the exact way he knew embarrassed the hell out of you.
“always,” he said.
your face immediately heated. “liu—”
then he leaned over and kissed your cheek, affectionate enough to make your stomach do ridiculous things even after all these years.
the reaction from your daughters was immediate.
your oldest practically folded in half with laughter.
“EEEEWWWWWW.” the entire airplane probably heard her. “daddy kissed mommy!”
you covered your face. “oh my god.”
“DADDY KISSED MOMMY.”
“i know, sweetheart.”
“ON THE FACE.”
“yes.”
she dissolved into another fit of giggles, completely delighted and completely horrified. the perfect combination.
“ewwww.”
meanwhile, your youngest had gone completely silent, which was somehow more concerning.
you looked down to see the toddler staring at liu kang like she was witnessing something miraculous. her little mouth hung open slightly, eyes huge.
“dada.”
“yes, little dragon?”
she pointed at you, then pointed at him, then looked back and forth between the two of you. trying very hard to process what she’d just seen.
“dada love mama?”
your heart nearly stopped. liu kang’s entire expression softened; the kind of softness reserved only for family. for home. for the people he loved most.
“very much.”
the toddler blinked, thinking, processing. then she smiled. the biggest smile imaginable. like this was the greatest news she’d ever received.
“dada love mama.”
“i do.”
she leaned against his chest immediately, entirely satisfied. as though this information had fixed something important.
your oldest was still giggling. “daddy’s being mushy.”
“mushy?” liu kang repeated.
“you always kiss mommy.”
“i do not always kiss mommy.”
the skeptical look your daughter gave him was absolutely devastating. “daddy.”
you nearly laughed. liu kang actually looked caught. your oldest crossed her arms the exact same way you always did when liu kang was in denial.
“you kiss mommy all the time.”
your toddler nodded enthusiastically. “all da time.”
little traitors.
liu kang glanced toward you, then smiled. the quiet little smile that always made your chest ache.
“i like your mother.”
your oldest groaned dramatically. “ewwwwww.”
your toddler, however, looked even more impressed. “dada like mama.”
“i do.”
“lots?”
“lots.”
she sat there for another moment, then wrapped both arms around his neck, apparently overwhelmed by the romance.
you buried your face in your hands. “i cannot believe this conversation is happening.”
“it is important,” liu kang said.
your oldest laughed while your toddler nodded seriously.
“dada love mama.”
liu kang looked at you again, his gaze warm, steady, completely unapologetic. the same look he’d given you since the day he’d fallen in love with you. “very much.”
your oldest made another disgusted noise.
your toddler sighed dreamily.
and somehow those two reactions happening at exactly the same time only made liu kang smile wider.
it genuinely brings me so much joy to read your fics everytime i get a notification that you've posted i immediately get cozy and seat myself for the amazing perfect beautiful fic you've written you have SO much talent. ♡
thank you again for your service you're genuinely one of my favorite writers out there atm
guys i think i’m gonna have to break all your hearts and make this an official rule cause i cannot write angst without a happy ending i’m too soft entirely
Low-key kinda crack but Liu Kang is basically a human heater, right? I imagine that he naturally runs really warm without having to channel any of his power. Perfect for cuddling.
Except on warm/hot nights. Imagine this poor, teary eyed man being denied his cuddles because "it's too warm, Liu" :((((( so you compromise by throwing a foot over his shin or something lol
Also I thought this was so funny and I wanted to share with you: yk that one prompt, pretty sure it's ancient but basically its
Character A: ugh it's so hot
Character B: yeah, but... Why are you taking off my shirt??
It crossed my mind the other day and instantly I thought of Liu Kang lol
synopsis: there’s a brutal heatwave and liu kang is a walking furnace. cuddles are cancelled... his sad puppy eyes do not accept the ruling.
genre: fluff
word count: 1k
requested by: k anon
the fan in the corner of your bedroom was doing its best, spinning lazily like it had given up halfway through its shift. the air was thick and sticky, pulsing with the kind of late-summer heat that made even breathing feel like effort. you lay sprawled on top of the sheets in a tank top and panties, one leg kicked out in a desperate bid for any hint of cool air.
liu kang, of course, looked perfectly comfortable.
he always did. the man ran hot. like, dragon-fire-core-temperature hot, without even trying. during winter it was a blessing. right now? a curse.
he padded back into the room from the bathroom, fresh from a cool shower, wearing nothing but loose sweatpants that sat dangerously low on his hips. water still clung to the carved lines of his abs and the sharp cut of his shoulders. his long dark hair was damp, a few strands sticking to his neck.
he looked like a damn magazine spread, and he was smiling at you like you were the best thing he’d ever seen.
“hi, baby,” he murmured, voice soft as he climbed onto the bed. the mattress dipped under his weight, and before you could even protest, he was sliding up behind you. one strong arm curled around your waist as his chest pressed into to your back… like a living furnace.
you groaned immediately.
“liu, nooo. it’s too hot.”
he made a small, wounded sound and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck anyway, lips brushing your skin. “but i missed you.”
“you saw me four hours ago.”
“exactly.” his voice was muffled against you. “too long.”
you tried to wriggle away, but he followed like a heat-seeking missile, legs tangling with yours. his body was ridiculously warm. pleasant in small doses. overwhelming when the room already felt like the inside of an oven.
“liu kang. i love you. i adore you. but i am actually going to melt.”
he lifted his head just enough for you to see his face. those big, dark eyes stared back at you with genuine betrayal; wide, shiny, and unfairly doe-like. his lower lip even trembled the tiniest bit.
“you don’t want to cuddle?” he asked, soft and heartbroken, like you’d just told him the shaolin temple had canceled breakfast.
your resolve cracked like cheap glass.
“i do,” you whined, turning in his arms so you could cup his stupidly pretty face. “but i’m already sweating buckets and you’re basically a dragon in human form. i’m going to die. they’ll find my crispy remains tangled in these sheets and you’ll have to explain to kung lao why his brother’s girlfriend turned into jerky.”
liu kang’s expression only grew sadder. he leaned into your palm like a touch-starved cat.
“i’ll keep you cool,” he promised earnestly. “i’ll… i’ll go stand in the fridge for five minutes first.”
you gave a pitiful nod. “you would do that, wouldn’t you?”
he nodded, completely serious. “if it means i get to hold you.”
god, he was lethal. big, muscular, former monk with the face of an angel and the clinginess of a golden retriever who’d been told “no” for the first time.
you sighed dramatically and rolled onto your back. “fine. compromise.”
his ears practically perked up.
you lifted one leg and flopped it over his shin, your foot hooking around his calf. then you reached for his hand and laced your fingers together, resting them on your stomach.
“there. you get a leg and a hand. but the rest of you stays on your side of the bed, mister.”
liu kang stared at the modest point of contact like you’d just handed him the moon. a slow, delighted smile spread across his face, bright enough to power the whole village. he gave your fingers a gentle squeeze and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles.
“this is acceptable,” he said solemnly, though the way he was looking at your connected legs suggested he was already planning how to slowly migrate more of himself over during the night.
you narrowed your eyes. “i’m watching you.”
“it is a very good compromise.”
“it is literally just my foot.”
“mmhmm.” he brought your joined hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles, eyes half-lidded and content. “i love you.”
“yeah, yeah. love you too, you walking radiator.”
he chuckled, low and warm, and settled beside you. for about three minutes, he behaved. then his free arm snuck over anyway, not fully on top of you, just resting lightly across your waist like he couldn’t help it.
you glanced at him. those big eyes were already watching you, hopeful and a little guilty.
“…you’re impossible,” you muttered, but you didn’t push him off. instead, you shifted just enough to press a kiss to his forehead, damp hair tickling your nose.
he made a happy little sound and tucked himself closer, careful not to fully smother you. his leg shifted under yours, muscles flexing as he hooked his ankle around your foot, locking you in.
the fan kept spinning. the heat lingered. but liu kang’s quiet, contented breathing and the gentle way his thumb kept stroking your hand made it bearable.
a few minutes passed before he spoke again, voice small and almost childlike.
“i’m still warm.”
you hummed, eyes still closed. “i know, baby.”
“very warm,” he whispered, like it was a tragic confession.
a smile tugged at your lips. “i know, liu.”
he was quiet for a long beat. then, so softly you almost missed it:
“…winter will come eventually.”
you broke. laughter burst out of you so hard you had to turn your face into the pillow to keep from waking the neighbors.
and beside you, liu kang smiled into the darkness, content with his hand in yours and your foot thrown over his shin, already counting the days until cuddle season returned.
eventually you drifted off like that, with your leg thrown over his, fingers tangled and his face buried against your shoulder like it belonged there.
in the morning you’d probably wake up stuck to him with sweat and regret it.
but right now?
you couldn’t bring yourself to deny your human heater his cuddles.
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