Third quensadilla vine video is up, so it's time for the second part of the old series to follow!
Each time I rewatch I see more things I could've done better and then remind myself it's a vine video, nobody cares + the differences between this and the new series is so little in terms of editing😭
Also what I was afraid of happening regarding this series has already begun, not enough tag room since I refused to have anything less than like 15 different characters in these (°Ծ‸Ծ°)₊ I'll work with what I got though, not like there's much I can do about it. I want to have a diverse cast of characters in these anyway.
A/N: Cross posted on AO3. I'm going crazy, I'm so deprived of ShangLiu content... and why? The ship is sooooo obvious. HEAVILY INSPIRED/BASED OFF OF THIS POST! Depending on how well this does, I might adapt this into a chapter fic. Let me know!
Notes/Warnings: Heavily implied smut, brief depictions of violence, I swear it's wholesome though. Not proof-read, may be a bit OOC, sorry.
Summary: Finally, after months of seducing Liu Kang for his trust, Shang Tsung has the chance to do what he had been planning all along. To kill him. So what's stopping him now?
Normally when Shang Tsung went to Liu Kang, they would do it on his desk, against the wall, or even on the floor (all part of Shang Tsung's plan, nothing more, of course.) However, tonight, as their mouths feverishly found one another, Liu Kang slowly guided the sorcerer to his bed. Shang Tsung couldn't help but secretly feel triumphant, knowing Liu Kang was slowly but surely becoming more attached. Just as he wanted.
But, when they finished and Shang Tsung prepared to leave, a warm hand on his shoulder stopped him. He was asked to stay the night. Initially, Shang Tsung wanted to laugh at the God. He looked so pleading, so... human. Instead, however, Shang Tsung smiled.
"Of course," he said, "I didn't take you for being clingy, My Lord." And with that, he blew out the candle illuminating the room.
Shang Tsung did not fall asleep. He laid next to the Fire God, body slightly sticky from sweat from before, The God had fallen asleep hours ago. The sorcerer turned to watch the back of Liu Kang's head, observing the way his shoulders rose and fell softly. Like this, the God looked like a mere mortal, just like Shang Tsung. So human, so peaceful. As if the weight of the realms wasn't on his shoulders.
Now was the perfect time to strike.
Shang Tsung propped up on his elbow, leaning over Liu Kang's sleeping form. A wicked smirk grew on his lips, raising his fist and protracting his green blades.
No monks, no champions, no Geras to stop him. Just Shang Tsung, Liu Kang, and misplaced trust. Finally, after months of hustling around the Wu Shi, clawing his way through to Liu Kang's heart, Shang Tsung could finally do what he came to do. No more sneaking into Liu Kang's chambers in the dead of night, bending over tables, letting his hair be pulled by a man who was notorious for being gentle. It was disgusting the things he had to do.
Just aim for the neck. One quick, hard jab. Shang Tsung could just imagine the way Liu Kang's blood would splatter, coating the bed sheets, and how the God would wake up, frantically bringing his hands up to his neck. He would helplessly try to defend himself, but it would be too late. Liu Kang would glance up at Shang Tsung, his glowing eyes flickering, and whilst choking on his own blood he would mutter:
"How could I have been so foolish?"
The simple thought of that sent Shang Tsung reeling...
...so why did he pause?
His enemy was right there, completely vulnerable, so why was he hesitating? This is annoying, Shang Tsung thought, biting the inside of his cheek. Could it be that a part of him didn't want to kill Liu Kang? No, that was absurd... heinous, even. This meddling little thorn in his side was the very reason he grew up in a world of poverty. It was Liu Kang who crafted Shang Tsung to never amount to anything, to never harvest the power he deserved. Shang Tsung was thrown into a world that was cold and wet, all thanks to the Fire God's design. Once Shang Tsung was finished with him, he could put the realms at his feet.
Liu Kang must die.
Shang Tsung clenched his fist tighter, angling the blades directly for his carotid arteries... and once again, he froze.
Shang Tsung would never admit it, not even to himself, but Liu Kang was warm. Literally, because he was the God of Fire, but there was also something warm about him that drew the sorcerer closer. Perhaps, he liked sharing knowing glances at the Wu Shi, where anyone could pick up on their affair. The slight brush of their hands as they walked by one another sent him a thrill, knowing that at night they were doing much more sinful things.
And he would never forget how Liu Kang panted, "I shouldn't be doing this..." as he grabbed Shang Tsung by the hair and—
Liu Kang stirred, and before Shang Tsung could lay back down and pretend to be asleep, his eyes fluttered open, meeting Shang Tsung.
Shang Tsung didn't move. He stayed propped up on his elbow, green blades aimed where it would hurt the most. He resembled a deer in headlights.
Just do it! Do it now you twit!
"Well? Go ahead." Liu Kang dared, the corners of his lips turning into that smile he always wore. Shang Tsung could not explain why, but he felt his heartrate quicken, his stomach doing backflips. Did he know? Had he had known this whole time? And yet, they still did it... multiple... times...
The tips of Shang Tsung's ears heated up in an instant, and he retracted his blades. With a sneer and frustrated growl, he threw himself back onto the pillow, turning his back on the Fire God. He heard Liu Kang let out a soft chuckle. By the Elder Gods, he was insufferable.
Shang Tsung could have easily just gotten up and left, or even better, killed Liu Kang already.
But he didn't, no.
Instead, he slowly scooched himself backward. He begrudgingly did so until his bare back met with Liu Kang's. He could stay warm this way. Nothing more.
The death of the Fire God was inevitable, but it will be postponed. For now.
Despite their reputation, dragons are actually social creatures, especially the arctic dragons. Their furred ears defended them against frostbite, but what truly helped their species survive such an inhospitable region as Arctika, was communal huddling. During the unforgiving winter months, sharing body heat is so essential that arctic dragons instinctively seek out physical contact when under stress. Bi Han knew this all too well, and he despised it. His antisocial nature had only grown when he became Grandmaster. He could not let his carefully crafted persona be tarnished by being seen cuddling with his clan members. Not even his brothers could get him to join them in a huddle. Unfortunately, Bi Han was not immune to the pull of the ancestral tradition. His body may have been in peak condition, but it knew that his psychological needs were not being met. He could feel his stress levels skyrocketing as more tasks around the clan began to pile up, yet he was too prideful to delegate tasks to his brothers. It all came to a head during a routine meeting with Liu Kang. Strangely, he had asked to see Bi Han alone this time.
“I am pleased that you found time to meet with me,” Liu Kang smiled. “The Lin Kuei must be quite busy preparing for winter.” Bi Han could feel the headache aura rising at the mention of preparations. There was still so much to do, and time was of the essence. He could sense Liu Kang’s question before he asked it. Bi Han puffed up his chest to hide the tension in his shoulders. The Lin Kuei prided themselves on being self-sufficient, and he would be damned if he made them indebted to Liu Kang. He needed no one’s help. “We have had a successful recruitment year,” Bi Han described his latest accomplishment as Grandmaster with satisfaction. “More warriors means more mouths to feed, but we will manage.”
Liu Kang smiled and his shoulders seemed to relax a bit. The fact that Bi Han had found his footing since the unexpected death of his father pleased him greatly. “And how are you, Bi Han?”
The question caught him off guard. Bi Han had been acquainted with Liu Kang through his father, but they had not interacted much outside of that. A part of him still despised the way his father seemed subordinate to him, but he had to play nice for the sake of his clan. “I am performing my duties as Grandmaster. Everything else is of no importance,” Bi Han answered curtly.
“Your well being is important too,” Liu Kang argued, frowning. His eyes shown with care and concern. It made Bi Han sick.
“It is none of your business!” Bi Han growled.
“True. However, the well being of your clan is also on the line,” Liu Kang explained. “How are they to manage the harsh winter when their Grandmaster is running on fumes? You are a seasoned warrior, but even you have limits.”
Bi Han grumbled, looking away. He knew Liu Kang was right. He would eventually run out of steam, and his clan would be left without him, but there was simply no time to rest. He had too many people relying on him to stop now.
“I know what you are thinking. Don’t you think it would be wise to leave Kuai Liang in charge for a night?” Liu Kang suggested. Bi Han considered it for a moment. As the younger brother, Kuai Liang did not have as much experience in leadership. He needed to be prepared in case of an emergency.
“So be it. I will return at once to prepare him,” Bi Han said reluctantly. He turned to walk out the door, but Liu Kang stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“About that…He already knows.”
Bi Han whipped around and glared at him.
“You two conspire against me?” He barked, throwing Liu Kang’s hand off of him. Liu Kang put his hands up in an attempt to calm him.
“It is only because we were concerned for your health. Kuai Liang and Tomas came to me and said that you had refused to join your clan mates in a huddle.”
A deep rumble eminated from Bi Han’s chest. Liu Kang could feel it vibrate in his ears. This wasn’t just a chuff of disapproval. This was a challenge call. Surprisingly, Liu Kang did not react other than his ears twitching instinctively. This was not the time for kombat. Instead, Liu Kang broke eye contact, his ears pressing back in submission. Bi Han was startled out of his rage filled state. Seeing the God of fire like that was not something he had expected. Something animalistic deep within him stirred, and he felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Liu Kang smiled and reached his hand out to him. “Come rest, Bi Han. Your spirit must be aching,” He said. Bi Han would never admit it, but he found Liu Kang’s voice oddly soothing. Now, with his mind running ragged with stress, he felt it flow through his head like water. Wordlessly, he approached Liu Kang and leaned in close, bringing his nose up to his neck without making contact. Submission accepted.
Liu Iang gently led him to the adjoining bedroom. It was small, simple, with a canopied bed in the corner and a few pieces of furniture including a moderately sized bookshelf. Everything was dimly lit by a lantern on the bedside table. It was not how he expected a God’s quarters to be decorated at all. He sat on the bed and began to remove his headband and undo his hair, letting it fall freely down his back. Bi Han’s breath hitched. Seeing Liu Kang like this felt oddly intimate, as if he were undressing in front of him. His white horns seemed to glow in the lantern light. “I do not know how you prefer to sleep, but please feel free to make yourself comfortable. I have a few robes in the closet. Bi Han opted to just remove his mask and shirt. The shoes were the last to go and the two climbed under the covers. Bi Han laid next to him, not daring to make physical contact just yet. Liu Kang simply smiled and encouraged him to sleep. He seemed to contemplate something before reaching behind Bi Han’s head. “May I?” He asked. Bi Han nodded. He didn’t even know what he was agreeing to, yet he allowed Liu Kang into his space anyway. Liu Kang’s warm, strong hands gently untied his bun and let his hair fall loose around his head. Finally, Bi Han realized that he was holding his breath. His face grew hot and was, without a doubt, becoming red. He cursed the fact that such a simple action could get him so flustered. Liu Kang put his hand to his mouth choking back a laugh.
“Is something funny, Liu Kang?” Bi Han grumbled.
“No,” Liu Kang replied, quickly straightening his face. “It’s just that I’m glad to see you so relaxed.” Bi Han hummed in deep thought before grabbing a fistful of Liu Kang’s shirt and yanking him close enough to hide his face in the fabric. Liu Kang let out a content sigh and leaned in, wrapping his arms around Bi Han. The proud grandmaster felt the warmth of his embrace sink into his bones, and finally he rested.
Looking at Liu Kangs tits literally just made me crack the code of detoxifying masculine power fantasies. What if dudes just started being okay with toxic masculinity practices being very homoromantic. Like. It just, clicks. And ppl start just being like. Id be happier if i were just okay with it. In some amazing ending where we all are okay. Guys just start being okay with liking each other on a global scale. The way the political sphere would shift.
Liu Kang's tits to a hip hop thirst trap edit on Tiktok led me down this line of thinking.
Small teaser for the next chapter. I’m in the mood for some whump.
“Bi Han locked eyes with Titan Shang Tsung for a fraction of a second. By the time he registered the glow coming from the Titan’s hand, a flash of light overtook his vision. A hand grabbed his arm and he was shoved to the ground. Bi Han could hear Kuai Liang shout behind him. The inside of his skull buzzed with the intensity of the magic in the room. Slowly, his vision began to come back. The sounds of combat were all around him. A closer sound cut through the noise — a quiet groan. Bi Han whipped around. The room was spinning.”
Bi-Han has a harem full stop. Sektor, Sareena, you, me, Syzoth, Raiden, Liu Kang, Shang Tsung you name it they’re in his harem. He’s constantly grumpy because he’s trying to satisfy everyone and never gets enough sleep!
