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39 ✁ [subscorp] flawless victory

Prompt 39: "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Fandom: Mortal Kombat

Pairing(s): SubScorp (Sub-Zero/Scorpion)

Tags & warnings: mild scar worship, hurt/comfort, insecurity, mild fluff & humor

As someone who has been playing MK for quite a while now, but only got into this ship recently, it felt kinda weird writing this :'D But hey, I did it! And I kinda like it too, hehe ^^ So I hope y'all will enjoy!!

But also, warning for any hardcore MK fans out there: I only play mobile, and basically know no lore at all except for the MKX and MK11 stories. So don't yell at me if y'all find anything other than SubScorp that deviates from canon ;_;

Alright then, all abroad the ship!! :3

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The cold woke Hanzo up first. The slight tingle of Kuai's fingertips as they trailed along his bare skin — slow, affectionate, even though they did numb him a little. Then the soft whisper of his partner's breath, cool against the nape of his neck where his long hair must have parted. He wasn't too surprised when Kuai pressed a kiss to his shoulder, but the place his hand was traveling to was what finally made Hanzo's eyes open.

"Stop." The pyromancer murmured, grabbing Kuai's hand in the process and stopping it where it was: hovering over his abdomen, about to trace over one of the many scars there. He could feel Kuai's surprise when he shifted, loosening the spoon a little:

"Did I wake you up?"

"Mmn." Hanzo hummed a reply as he laced the ravenette's fingers with his own and brought their hands up to his chest, hoping that this would be the end of their conversation and they would both fall asleep again. But Kuai did not seem to get the message; his hand twisted out of Hanzo's grasp and once again traveled down his torso. It made the brunet frown:

"Kuai, stop."

The cold tingle left his skin momentarily, and Hanzo felt the cryomancer shift behind him, once again widening the gap between them:

"Sorry. You don't like it?"

"No, it's..." Shit. He reached out to take Kuai's hand, and held back a sigh when he felt him stop moving. "It's fine. You can touch me."

"You sure?" Hanzo nodded, but still tensed up when Kuai's palm came to a rest on his waist. "... Are you ticklish?"

"No?" He huffed, forcing himself to relax. But Hanzo was glad when the ravenette's hand didn't move. Kuai leaned in, until the pyromancer could feel the rumble of his chest:

"Then what is it? I can stop if you want me to. We don't have to do this."

Great. Watch me fuck up this cuddle sesh real quick. He wasn't sure why he remembered what the Kombat kids taught him right then. The brunet leaned back, allowing Kuai's hand to slip forward a little:

"No, it's fine. Really. I just...."

"Yes?"

"I'm...." How could he say it? That he would love for Kuai to touch him, but just not there? Not where his scars were, where his skin broke and twisted and took so many unsightly forms? Where the knots, ridges and bumps could be felt so clearly and painfully underneath that cold smooth touch, his imperfection exposed, his vulnerability made known? It was fine during sex, Hanzo did not care during sex, but now that his mind was clear and quiet, anywhere Kuai's hand touched made him want to squirm. He loved Kuai, of course, but between all the people he had lost and all the ones he might very well lose tomorrow, admittedly Hanzo often found it hard to find a space for himself in his heart.