Can I request bi han x reader where they're somewhat rivals and constantly argue but then y/n gets drunk at johnny party and bi han takes care of her and then she wakes up thinking they had sex cause she's in his clothes
OHHHH this has so much delicious potential I'm eating it up already🤭 I'm loving itttt
Warnings: Fem!Reader, slight conflict, rivalry, minor misogynistic remarks and mentions of sexual activity/suggestive themes.
Summary: Your and Bi-Han's clans have been rivals for centuries, yet one simple night changed it.
The Lin Kuei. One of the most formidable clans entrusted by Liu Kang to defend Earthrealm. But they weren't the only ones. Many clans fought for the realm's safety, yet one rivalled them in strength: The Kurotsuru. Unlike the Lin Kuei's raw power, the Kurotsuru fought with elegance, grace and strategy. Which is exactly why the two clans had been locked in competition for centuries.
Both clans had recently appointed new grandmasters, and while tradition dictated that they should have met already to discuss pressing matters, the encounter had only just been arranged. You hated Bi-Han's guts as much as he hated yours. The two of you respected each other's strength, but, beyond that, you were sworn rivals. As the grandmaster of the Kurotsuru, you were no stranger to criticism from other clans, especially the Lin Kuei. Bi-Han, in particular, believed that no woman, regardless of her strength, should hold such a position. And you could argue about that with him for hours.
So here you were now, making your way to the rival clan's headquarters, where you'd be hosted for the next few nights. Walking closely behind you was your most trusted warrior, Renji, who, despite often trailing you like a loyal pup, followed every order you gave without question.
The massive gates swung open right before you would've stopped in your tracks, yet you barely blinked at their precision. Poor timing, really. You still had to wait for them to fully open.
The moment you stepped onto Lin Kuei grounds, you were met with the clan's two strongest ninja, one in yellow, orange and a bit of red, and the other in all the shades of grey there were. And then, behind them, appeared their oldest brother, the grandmaster himself.
The moment your eyes met his, your brows knitted together, your glare sharp enough to cut through steel. He returned the favor without hesitation, his expression as cold as the air between you.
The silence lingered for a few seconds before Bi-Han finally spoke.
"Kurotsuru. It is our pleasure to have you here."
You almost scoffed aloud at the dripping sarcasm in his voice, venom disguised as courtesy. Matching his tone, you replied with equal politeness, "The pleasure is ours, esteemed Lin Kuei. It is an honour to share a meeting with someone equally powerfull".
The words were sugar-coated, but you both knew what you'd implied. Bi-Han, ever convinced his clan was unmatched in strength, merely gave a low, dismissive huff before turning on his heel, a silent command for you to follow as he began leading you to your assigned room.
When you and Renji stepped into your room, you could feel Bi-Han's gaze burning into you, sharp and unyielding, as if a target was pinned on your back. With a scoff, he slid the door shut and left without a word, leaving you and your right hand man alone.
You brushed it off, it was classic Bi-Han behaviour. This was your first official meeting as grandmasters, but you already knew his temper, his arrogance, and the endless arguments he seemed to savor.
Yet, contrary to what you believed, his eyes hadn't been locked on you moments ago. They'd been on Renji. Watching him. Studying him. Like a predator deciding if the prey before him was dangerous or worth eliminating. To whom he posed a threat? Only the ice man himself knew.
Over the next days of your stay, the only times when you saw Bi-Han, let alone spoke to him, were when it was strictly work or business. Anything outside of that, and the man would either spit something rude about your position in your clan or any other yapping, or he would just vanish and avoid you like the plague. Yet, even when he wasn't near, you could feel it. His eyes from across the courtyard, from the shadows of the training hall, burning into you, cold and sharp, enough to send a shiver down your spine. You knew you were being watched. But why? You didn't know.
Renji wasn't much different. Whenever Bi-Han would enter the room, he would tense up, straighten, lower his voice, keep his head down, and take a step back, like a helpless deer who realised it had gotten too close to a predator. He wouldn't admit it, but he felt the weight of the Lin Kuei's grandmaster's presence. And it sure drove him mad with fear. In his mind, any man would be a fool not to notice you and think you're attractive, whether it was because you were determined to lead, your power, your looks or personality, or because you were simply... you. Maybe that was just his opinion. And he was damn sure that a certain someone was not happy with it.
By the fourth day, you'd had enough. The cold stares, the sassy remarks, the silent exits, it was driving you crazy. So you came up with a strategy. Next time you'd catch him in an unofficial meeting, you'd slip in something a little more personal, something that would force him to answer, something he couldn't simply walk away from.
Putting your plan into action, you approached him alone, making sure you sent Renji on some trivial errand to keep him away. The air between you and Bi-Han was cold enough to freeze off the edges of your patience. You started with the safe topic: the alliance you clans were being pushed into, the one Liu Kang himself demanded, urging you to put aside centuries of bad blood for the sake of the realm.
"Speaking of which... " You tilted your head, blocking his path, "when are you going to stop acting like a kid? Bossing everyone around and then just vanish?"
He studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable, as if carefully calculating whether you were worth the words. When he finally spoke, his voice was like a blade sliding from its sheath. "That will happen the day you give up your seat to a man competent enough to lead a clan."
You froze. Then rage surged. Your right hand was trembling at your side, aching to snap back, maybe even challenge him right then and there, in the courtyard. But before you could utter a word, he did what he always did best. Vanished. Just like that.
"RAH!" The frustrated sound escaped before you could stop it. Turning around, you stormed off to your room, shutting the door behind you. Fine. If he wanted you gone so badly, so be it! The departure ceremony would be soon anyway. Why not do him a favor and get the hell out of here?
As you began gathering your clothes and makeup, something on the table caught your eye. A letter you'd opened not too long ago. Your good relationship with Lord Liu Kang meant you got to meet his champions and even befriend them. Of course, one of them, Johnny Cage, took one good look at you and decided you must be the next woman he has to conquer. Typical. The man thought he was God's gift to women. The letter was an invitation to a party he'd be hosting. Nothing over the top, just a casual night with good music and some drinks here and there, and a chance to blow off some steam before 'the real hell of the job kicks in', like Johnny put it.
You read the invitation again, a smirk tugging at your lips. You made up your mind. After the ceremony, you'd be heading to Johnny's house. No Renji, no Bi-Han, no nothing. Just you, your friends and that sweet alcohol. You knew you needed it. You deserved it.
Putting on a fitted black dress, fixing your hair and makeup, and slipping into your favorite pair of black heels, you left the courtyard and headed to Johnny's place, which, thankfully, wasn't far from the Lin Kuei headquarters.
The bass of the music was already pulsing faintly throught the night air by the time you reached his door. Johnny greeted you with that signature grin, and from the corner of your eye, you spotted a few familiar faces. It was just like he promised. Nothing too big, just a few close friends and easy chatter.
He slung a hand over your shoulder, guiding you over to the kitchen counter, where you greeted Kenshi, Kung Lao and Raiden. You took a seat, as Johnny asked you "Drink of choice?"
"Just a beer for now", you replied.
He pulled a face of exaggerated disappointment and spoke "I'm pouring you an Aperol".
Bi-Han regretted upsetting you. He really did. It was the only thing that pushed him to burst into your room, only to find Renji there. Alone. His things already packed. Sitting alone on the bed. Your scarf clenched in his hands.
The sight burned him. He crossed the room with heavy, measured steps, eyes locked on the man who froze under his gaze. Without a word, Bi-Han snatched the light purple fabric from Renji's grasp.
"Where is she?", his voice was ice.
"I... I don't know. I haven't seen her since the ceremony", Renji stammered.
"Take your things and leave. Go back to your cland. And dont you dare return." The man blinked, stunned. But Bi-Han didn't stop. "You are too weak to stand by a grandmaster. Letting your feelings in the way..." he scoffed, "you are not worthy of your role".
With his tail between his legs, Renji left, bag in hand.
Your scent lingered in the air, soft, but infuriatingly present. Slowly, he sat on your bed, one gloved hand resting on your pillow, while the other was caressing the scarf. That's when his eyes fell on the letter atop your nightstand. Johnny Cage's invitation.
A low sound of disapproval left him. He crumbled the paper into his fist and tossed it into the bin.
Bi-Han's steps were heavy, each one landing with more force than the last, as he was headed to Johnny's. He wasn't even sure if he was just angry or... driven by something he didn't want to name. But when he reached the door, the sound of pounding bass, loud laughter, and thick smell of alcohol hit him like a wall. For a second, he almost turned back, he shouldn't even be here. But no. He wanted you out of there immediately.
You were leaning against Johnny, your cheeks flushed from the alcohol, your laughter louder that he'd heard in weeks. The man poured you yet another glass of rum with a grin, then casually slid his hand around your shoulder, as if it belonged there.
Bi-Han's jaw tightened instantly. The sight was wrong. Too wrong. The way Johnny's hand lingered, his thumb brushing your shoulder, in a way that was clearly meant to look friendly, to Bi-Han, it looked different. A challenge. He'd seen this act before. Johnny's way of blurring the line between simple teasing and a daring flirt, and it filled him with anger. His finger twitched at his side, as it took every bit of restraint to not break his hand right then and there.
Without a word, he moved toward you. In the corner of his eye, he caught Raiden watching tv, next to Kung Lao and Kenshi passed out on the couch. None of them even noticing him.
He reached the counter, his shadow covering the both of you, his hand immediately grasping your arm tightly. The sudden contact made you look up, blinking twice to focus. Johnny stood up and stepped away, his signature smirk fading, as he raised his hands in mock surrender, muttering "Oookay... this looks personal".
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You asked, though your words stumbled, tangled from the alcohol.
"You're coming home. Now." His voice was low, cold, and left no room for argument.
You pulled your arm back, wobbling slightly, "i haven't finished my drink!"
"You're done drinking." He replied flatly.
When you tried to turn back toward the counter, he didn't even sigh. With one swift move, he hooked his arm around your waist, lifting you over his shoulder, as if you were weightless. Your fists hit his back in protest, but he didn't even bother to flinch.
Johnny just stood there, blinking at the sudden escalation, before letting out a low whistle. "Damn. That's one way to leave a party", he said to no one in particular.
But Bi-Han didn't look back. Not once.
Back at the residence, a few maids, noticing the guest room was unoccupied, had reserved it for other guests who had no business with the grandmaster. A move that, of course, annoyed Bi-Han. Without a word, he took you and the bags the maids had left outside the room and stepped into his bedroom.
He placed you on his bed, and as you tried to stand, he crouched and gently rested his hands on your knees, keeping you seated.
Looking down at you, he silently cursed your intoxication. Moments like this were exactly what he longed for, the kind of moments he desperately wished to share with you, sober. But your attitude, your constant assumption that he hated you, pushed him back. Truthfully, he barely did. Ever since your teenage years, he had been trying to gather the courage, which he quietly labelled a weakness, to ask you out. That all ended the day you had your first real relationship, brief as it was, it had shattered him.
Now, here you were, in this quiet, private space, and temptation gnawed at him. But he resisted, out of both respect and love. His heart might be icy, yet you were like spring, ready to melt the snow.
Lost in thought, he realised you had drifted into sleep. A small, frustrated huff escaped him as he stood and looked through his closet. He picked out a shirt and a pair of shorts, both slightly too tight for him, and laid them on the bed. Methodically, he removed your heels, setting them neatly by the side. A man of discipline, he was meticulous about keeping things orderly.
Slowly, carefully, he unzipped the side of your dress and removed it, a sight that might have stirred someone else, but not him. Not in this moment. Silently, he dressed you in his shirt and pants, moving with the same careful precision.
He arranged you comfortably on the bed, resting your head on a plush pillow, before sliding in on the opposite side. The explanation he’d offer in the morning? Simply to prevent you from doing anything reckless under the influence.
Turning to face you, he allowed himself to admire your features. Up close, in this quiet intimacy, he saw every detail, every curve of your expression, every nuance he rarely got to witness. This. This was exactly why he hated seeing you near another man. Because in his world, you deserved to be treated like a queen. Hell, if he weren’t a grandmaster, he would worship the very ground you walked on.
He never imagined he’d fall asleep next to you, your face the last thing he saw each night. Yet, there he was.
The sunlight spilled lazily into the room, dripping onto everything in its path, even your eyelids. You squinted against it, wanting nothing more than to drift back to sleep. With a quiet groan, you turned your head to the right, only to find yourself pressed into something soft, yet oddly firm and kinda warm.
That... shouldn't be in a bed.
Frowning, you cracked your eyes open and froze. Oh. Oh no.
Not only were you not in your bed, but Bi-Han was lying in it, which, somehow, made it even worse.
The last thing you remembered was drinking woth Johnny, and knowing him, he probably pushed you to drink too much. Did you stumble into the wrong room? Or worse, did you and Bi-Han...?
Heart pounding, you your blanked immediately and noticed you were no longer in your elegant black dress anymore. Instead, you were in a loose pair of black shorts and a dark teal shirt far too big for you.
Panic clawed at your chest. What were you going to say? What was he going to say? This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this. Not when you were drunk, not when you wouldn't remember. You didn't really mind it was Bi-Han, but you wanted to see it... feel it, to remember it. Not piece it together the morning after.
And if anyone from your clan would find out? Just the whispers would destroy you. The scandal of waking up in the rival clan's grandmaster's bed? They'd have your head.
The spiralling of your thoughts was cut off by a cool, light touch of fingers, combing through your hair, trying to get you back to sleep.
You looked up to find Bi-Han looking down at you through heavy, half-lidded eyes, still hazy from sleeping.
You pushed yourself onto one elbow. "What the hell did you do to me? Did we-"
"You think I would take advantage of your inebriated state?", he interrupted, his voice low, but edged with offense. "If so, I'm disappointed you think so poorly of me. I only changed your clothes".
You sighed in relief. He then explained, with a cold edge to hos tone, why two maids would end up dismissed by the end of the day.
Strangely, that single act changed something in the way you looked at him. There was dignity. Respect.
"So... why not just give me another room?" You asked.
You could see the pause in him, the way his eyes searched yours for something other than the truth. But you had him cornered. And he knew it.
"I never touched you," he began, "because i didn't want you caught in the fallout. I hated the fact that you thought I despised you. I hated that.." he paused, then continued, his voice much softer, "I hated that I love you".
Your breath caught, but you remained silent.
"I wasn't trying to discourage you out of cruelty. I wanted to convince you to give up your role so we would face fewer consequences. Even if it wouldn't have worked. I thought that maybe, if you weren't in power, you would've been mine long ago".
It was the first time you heard him speak so gently, let alone about something so vulnerable.
"You think I hate you?" You asked, with a scoff. I thought that if I led, you would see me as more competent, worthy of your attention".
You met his gaze, and it was the softest, warmest look you'd ever seen in his eyes. For his coldness, you were like a fireplace, keeping him warm, heart, mind, and soul.
So you stayed there, tangled in eachother's arms, the morning slipping by unnoticed, the weight of the world pushed far away, just for a little while.
