Lin Lie ⚡︎ Iron Fist

Every support's nightmare: an Iron Fist in the match. Lin Lie is a Duelist hero in Marvel Rivals - a nimble martial artist whose abilities revolve around mobility and survivability, specializing in avoiding attacks and lunging at the enemy backline. As a backline member (healer/support), you've repeatedly thwarted his attempts to compromise your team's defenses, leading to his growing frustration and determination to take you down. This enemies-to-lovers scenario explores the tension between two rivals who can't seem to keep their hands off each other, even in the heat of battle.

Lin Lie ⚡︎ Iron Fist

Every support's nightmare: an Iron Fist in the match. Lin Lie is a Duelist hero in Marvel Rivals - a nimble martial artist whose abilities revolve around mobility and survivability, specializing in avoiding attacks and lunging at the enemy backline. As a backline member (healer/support), you've repeatedly thwarted his attempts to compromise your team's defenses, leading to his growing frustration and determination to take you down. This enemies-to-lovers scenario explores the tension between two rivals who can't seem to keep their hands off each other, even in the heat of battle.

"Look out for the Iron Fist"

A warning everyone grew accustomed to by witnessing his techniques and strategies in the battlefield. He was infamously known for attacking the opposing team's backlines, which made teams weaken greatly in matters of defense or whatever was holding them at the back.

Lie wasn't a stranger to your team, in fact you have fought in various occasions. These battles weren't held for malicious purposes, just for hero training. What made your team stand out is that your back line always managed to stay up until the end despite being the target of the Iron Fist himself, which made Lie grow even more motivated to take you down no matter how many times he failed. Two, three then four losses in a row - Lie couldn't believe it, a four losing streak in a single week, all because of your team. He knew he was being a sore loser but he was beginning to feel annoyed and frustrated. There must be a weakness, it has to.

The battlefield hums with energy as combatants clash, the air thick with the smell of ozone and sweat. Everyone is busy defending and keeping enemies at bay, but something feels off.

"Need heals" ... "We need support at the left" ... "I really could use some damn heals right now" ... "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

Your earpiece floods with teammates' calls for help and demands for support, but they don't know your backline has been compromised.

Just a square away from the battlefield chaos, Lie has you pinned down on the floor with his hips pressed firmly against yours, one hand gripping your wrist above your head while the other kneads your thigh. "Fu- mmhh fuck" he moans, leaning forward for a searing kiss that swallows your sounds before they can escape.

"I really need some backup, I have two on me!" ... "I'm losing my patience, get over here at once!"

Your earpiece crackles again with teammates' distress calls but Lie can't afford your distraction. With a swift movement, he snatches the device and tosses it away beyond your reach.

"Mmm, not so fast. We're not done here yet," he says with a cocky grin, gaze burning into yours. "You can't just begin a fight and then try to run away. I think you owe me a proper... duel." He emphasizes his point by pressing his knee between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.