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Mortal Kombat 11 x Dark! Caster Reader Intro Banter

(Gender Neutral)

The Reader in this scenario will be a Dark Caster (a dark witch/wizard/warlock/sorcerer/etc..) paired with Mortal Kombat 11 characters. Yes, retconned Sindel will be used here because I thought it would be better for this scenario.

Kombatants: Kano, Erron Black, Skarlet, Shang Tsung, Sindel, Johnny Cage, Cassie Cage, Noob Saibot/Bi-Han

Warnings: (Some suggestive themes) not proofread

KANO:

KANO: I intend to make a fortune by taking your head.

Y/N: And I intend to make you my slave.

KANO: (with a filthy, smug grin) Kinky.

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Y/N: Like hell I would let you tear out my organs.

KANO: Oh there’s another way I can rearrange your guts, love.

Y/N: ...How big is that knife?

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Y/N: So you are the head of The Black Dragon? How filthy.

KANO: And dangerous, love. You’d also make a fine Black Dragon.

Y/N: Hmm bet I can tame you then. (smirks)

ERRON BLACK:

ERRON BLACK: You casted a hell of a spell on me darlin’.

Y/N: And now you’re mine, cowboy.

ERRON BLACK: You’re wicked… I like that. (smirks)

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Y/N: How much is on my head, Erron Black?

ERRON BLACK: Billions, and I won’t quit just ‘cause you have a pretty face.

Y/N: Glad we’re on the same page, pretty boy, I’ll make you plead for mercy.

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ERRON BLACK: I could take you out for a ride ’round Outworld.

Y/N: I’m more interested in the “save a horse, ride a cowboy” deal.

ERRON BLACK: (tips hat with a smirk) Say no more sweetheart.

SKARLET:

SKARLET: So much power running through those veins.

Y/N: I could give you a taste, Skarlet.

SKARLET: And more?

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Y/N: Join me, Skarlet, and I will teach you the secrets of Blood Magic that not even Shao Kahn knows.

SKARLET: You think I would betray Shao Kahn as one of his daughters?

Y/N: He has been holding you back, my dear.

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Y/N: That hunger of yours can also be a weakness.

SKARLET: Blood has made me powerful. (narrows eyes)

Y/N: With my powers, you will feel hunger no more.

SHANG TSUNG:

SHANG TSUNG: Together with our powers, we could be ruling the realms.

Y/N: And how will I know you will not betray me?

SHANG TSUNG: Only a fool would do that to a beautiful creature like you.

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Y/N: Are you here for my soul, Shang Tsung?

SHANG TSUNG: Only your heart, Y/N.

Y/N: It is black as the darkest of nights.

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SHANG TSUNG: I could give you anything you desire.

Y/N: For what price?

SHANG TSUNG: You, by my side.

SINDEL:

SINDEL: The great Dark Caster.

Y/N: Beautiful as you are wicked.

SINDEL: Coming from you, that is the highest praise one could receive.

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Y/N: You’re still with that oaf?

SINDEL: He is far greater than that weakling Jerrod.

Y/N: If I come back with his head, will that sway you?

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Y/N: Well well, Empress Sindel (turns around and smiles)

SINDEL: Kneel. (smirks)

Y/N: I do not kneel. But I can provide other...services...if you wish, my lady.

JOHNNY CAGE:

JOHNNY CAGE: Are you the bad kind or the sexy kind?

Y/N: Both. (smirks)

JOHNNY CAGE: Woo! Well I’m in trouble.

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JOHNNY CAGE: So uh... did you use a broomstick to get here?

Y/N: Cage, we do not all use brooms.

JOHNNY CAGE: Well if you need one, you can ride mine.

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Y/N: That power you possess comes from a line of powerful warriors.

JOHNNY CAGE: Awesome-ness is in my blood.

Y/N: I’ll gladly take it from your hands you arrogant fool.

CASSANDRA CAGE:

CASSANDRA CAGE: So… are we playing Light as a feather, stiff as a board?

Y/N: (rolls eyes) Just like your father, living in your movies.

CASSANDRA CAGE: Maybe I should start calling you Nancy Downs

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Y/N: So you’re the one that defeated Shinnok?

CASSANDRA CAGE: Impressed? Or scared that you’re next in line for an ass kicking?

Y/N: Oh but you stand before a beast far greater than Shinnok by many levels.

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CASSANDRA CAGE: Come on, stop with the villain shit so we can go out.

Y/N: Negative, darling, wreak havoc with me.

CASSANDRA CAGE: Is that really all you do?

BI-HAN/NOOB SAIBOT:

BI-HAN: Come join us in the darkness.

Y/N: My time above is not yet over, Bi Han.

BI-HAN: We will conquer it together with our army of shadows.

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Y/N: The dark is where I belong, in the end.

BI-HAN: The shadows yearn for your touch.

Y/N: The touch of death?

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BI-HAN: There is only room for one force of darkness.

Y/N: Me. Now go home to your brother.

BI-HAN: You know nothing!

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Lady of the Factory [III]

Karl Heisenberg x F Reader

Chapter list here

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The radio hummed a staticky tune which Y/N could pick up a woman's melodic voice amongst the broken sound waves. It had been hours since Heisenberg's departure and she had tried her best to keep herself busy. The deeper levels of the factory were off-limits without his presence. She knew of his plans to bring Mother Miranda down, she had signed herself up for battle the second she took his hand.. but he just couldn't risk losing his companion to a malfunction. And so, Y/N would spend her time in his quarters or in the upper level to draft ideas, prepare meals, or read before greeting him at the door. All this open time led to better management of their shared living space and made the Lord's factory more of a home than it was before her settlement.

Y/N began jotting things down on a stray sheet of parchment and pen she found lying on the kitchen counter of all the things she would need to last until his next visit. The freight elevator was safely accessible, the Lord's companion would just have to be mindful of the other rooms nearby with stray haulers roaming loose every once in a while —especially the operating room next to his quarters. After years of staying with the man, the majority of the factory had been ingrained in her mind well enough to avoid getting lost in the underground belly. The groans and deep howls of the factory grew louder as Y/N made her way through the labyrinth with the list in hand. The view in front of the elevator was monstrous. It was almost like an underground city built around the waters coming from the reservoir (most likely). The population was unknown to her but, as for the living? Two. One would be an experimented mutant who was once a normal man, the other is still a human being. Occasionally three when the Duke opens his shop in the factory.

To the button's command, the lift ascended from the lower floors and came to an abrupt halt once it reached the desired floor. The lattice gates opened and she was welcomed by the Duke, whose facial expression brightened up at her presence. "Ah, what can I do for you, Lady Heisenberg?" Immediately, her face flushed a deep scarlet at the title, and awkwardly fidgeted with her coin purse. "Please, just call me Y/N. He has already given me a place to stay..taking his name would be too much." To this, the jovial man laughed and bowed apologetically. "Do forgive me. It seemed appropriate to address you as such, seeing you have found a place in the Lord's home." With a smile, he accepted the parchment, eyes squinted as he scanned the list.

Fortunately, Heisenberg had deemed him trustworthy enough for her to go and seek him out for necessities. It was the only other lively face she could interact with here without the concern of being found. He was a man full of mystery which scared her quite frankly. Even a little more than the 'All-Seeing Mother Miranda', the Duke seemed to know everything and he would appear anywhere and everywhere. In his words: 'Where there's” coin to be made!'

"He speaks very fondly of you my dear. He's been in a better mood ever since your stay." She smiled to herself, distracted by the Duke’s words replaying in her mind. Fondness was a way to describe it but not in a way one would think. However, the lord’s subtlety did not escape his notice. She wondered, what could they have talked about? It was her curiosity that made her giddy. Does he talk about me? What did Karl say? What goes through his mind? He doesn’t talk about these things a lot. He’s always teasing but-

“Miss Y/N?”

Her head snapped up, blinking her widened eyes. “I have your order ready!”

“O-Oh!” Her hands trembled while going through her coin purse for the lei. She could feel her cheeks warming and her ears turning beet red. The coins cascaded down from her hands and into the Duke’s large palms with soft clinks from his rings. He smiled down at her. “Thank you for your patronage, I’ve added the Lord’s cigars and a gift for you my dear. Free of charge.”

“I.. T-Thank you sir!” she returned a smile, carefully taking the stock in her arms for her to take back. The lattice gates closed when Y/N stepped back out into the dark factory. It was like another world, so different from the elevator lit by a warm glow. Now she found herself missing the sun. To taste June’s sweet, fresh Summer air, to feel the wind cooling her skin while the warm rays pooled down. She knew better than to go out alone where she could be seen, but it was tempting. Sighing, she let the thought disappear for now and continued making her way back to the quarters she shared with the Lord, eager to see what the Duke had gifted her. One foot kept the door from closing, carefully entering the living space with her hands full. A light layer of sweat coated her face from the heat trapped in the factory below. Her arms relaxed as she placed the crate down. There was a white rectangular box buried under the pile of produce with a cream-coloured bow neatly tied. “This must be it…” she muttered to herself, gently undoing the ribbon. Taking a look at its contents, she furrowed her brows in confusion. “Wh..What?”

It was a white sundress, long but perfect for this Summer weather. She pressed it close to her body, letting it align with her shape. It was tailored, and the material felt pleasant to the skin. A card fell out from the dress, it was most likely nestled in the white fabric when he had it boxed.

To Miss Y/N L/N,

I hope this is to your liking. It may serve you well for a future occasion.

-The Duke.

It had been a long time since she's worn a dress, especially since Heisenberg deemed it a hazard to be walking around in one only for it to get caught in a machine. It was an accident waiting to happen. Maybe when they’re freed she would wear it. It would flow as they’d run away from the village, hand in hand, laughing and shouting WE’RE FREE!

One day, she would appear alongside him in this dress.

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Reader’s idea of getting SpoOkY 🎃in Heisenberg’s factory

Y/N: BEHOLD *points to the creation* THE LATEST MODEL OF SOLDAT EINS-KÜRBIS SCHNITZEN!

Karl: What the fuck-

The Soldat, literally just a soldat with a pumpkin jammed onto its head: *Keeps walking into the walls with sparks flying out*

Karl: *Is baffled*

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Lady of the Factory [II]

Karl Heisenberg x F Reader

Chapter list here

Warning: (Some nudity and suggestive activity)

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It was a grey morning. Rain lightly tapped the roof tops of the factory. Little drops freshly adhered the transparent surface of the windows, some clung to the sepia grass. The fog hung low which only meant the skies would clear for the sun to unmask later today. A quiet yawn left Y/N and she smiled sleepily at the lord. It was a rare but a pleasant sight. To find Karl Heisenberg still in bed at seven in the morning, his hat and shades resting on the nightstand. His lips slightly parted with snores passing every rise and fall of his back, asleep with his arms wrapped around the frame of his lover and his head resting on her chest. Her fingers gently began to comb through and play with his silvery strands but careful not to disturb his peaceful state. One would imagine they'd feel like harsh wires but they were soft from the shower he took the previous day. The many sleepless nights had taken a toll on him and it was evident despite his denials.

Karl slowly opened his eyes and a grin curled on his lips. Like pools of greens, and greys with a gold halo surrounding the pupil. "Mmm..mornin'.." he hummed and nestled back in the space between her breasts, his voice still heavy with sleep. "Leaving the cushions for this hm?" She rolled her eyes playfully but welcomed him. "Trust me doll, it's very comfortable.." he murmured. A soft smile graced her lips as she looked down at the mop of grey hair she continued to touch. A soft moan escaped her as he began leaving light nips and kisses against her skin, slowly crawling up to take her lips captive.  Her eyes fluttered shut in bliss. He was eager yet gentle, affectionate and a little playful.  "Karl.." she whispered his name, their foreheads now touching as they slowly parted. Her hands slid up to cup his face, the pad of her thumb brushing against his prickly jaw he refused to shave. But she liked it that way.

He leaned back in to pepper her skin with sleepy kisses, getting sloppier and more heated. It was a tempting invitation she wanted to accept over and over again but there was the elephant in the room. She was reluctant to remind him. "The meeting today..." A soft groan of displeasure escaped his lips at the thought. He just wanted to enjoy the warmth they shared beneath the covers, "The meeting can fucking wait.." Karl grumbled and dropped down to bury his face back in her chest. Strong arms were wrapped around her waist which made it harder to escape- under a different circumstance, Y/N wouldn’t have minded. “Karl..” she patted his head gently and he looked up. "I'll make you coffee, I don't want Miranda to give you hell for being late.." She pecked his cheek and placed his hat on his head before making her way to the kitchen area. He lazily followed behind like a dog following their owner, still in a sleepy haze. Peering over her shoulder, he watched her measure and grind the beans and place the rich brown coffee grounds into the lower half of the metallic pot over the hot water. The moka pot made a low and pleasant gurgling sound on the stovetop. The aroma soon emanated from the lip as steam blew out. The two waited in comfortable silence for their coffee, Karl grabbing two chipped mugs from the cabinet. The lord looked at ease in the privacy of his home. Here there was no Miranda, no 9ft tall ‘sister’ looking down at him, no annoying psycho dolls or a fish freak- it was just the two of them doing domestic things and doing what lovers do. Things that made the lord feel almost human. Y/N poured him a mug and handed the steaming beverage. "Thank you darlin'." He let out a delighted hum when the taste hit his tongue. It was to his liking as always. Glancing at the clock, he huffed and took a swig from his mug, not wanting his coffee to go to waste. He slipped on his usual neutral schemed layers, putting on his coat and shades last. He summoned his makeshift hammer with his gloved hand and the object whipped to him at his command like a magnet. "Now doll.. as much as I hate keeping you locked in here, I don't want you stepping out of the factory grounds while I'm gone." He reminded her, the same reminder he'd give every time he had to leave. "It'll become anyone's game. And the last thing I want is my bitch of a 'sister' to turn you into a glass of her special ‘wine’ or Miranda to find out about you." And Y/N knew what that meant. "I promise Karl." she placed a goodbye kiss on his lips before he tipped his hat and exited through the factory gates.

"I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Come home safe Karl."

He turned on his heel with a soft chuckle, lazily slinging his hammer over his shoulder and began walking to the rendezvous point. She watched the shape of him shrink as he walked further away from the factory until she could see him no more. The factory doors closed and she returned to the workspace where he worked tirelessly. Notes and diagrams of the reactor and the human body scattered, his penmanship varied according to his mood..indicating areas of his expertise and where he grew frustrated. A genius's thought process laid out. But something in particular caught Y/N's eye and she smiled to herself. A copy of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein left on his desk with a bookmark indicating how far his curiosity and engagement took him (which was surprisingly a good portion.)

"Oh but Victor Frankenstein could not compare.."

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Lady of the Factory [I]

Karl Heisenberg x F Reader

Chapter list here

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It was a quarter past eleven at night, the factory was still awake and pumping out a mass production of soldats. The lights were still on inside Heisenberg's main workspace and a certain human's curiosity stirred along with genuine concern.  Y/N stood by the doorway, leaning against the frame as she watched the Lord work his magic. He was hunched over the desk, carefully moving and rearranging parts to the mass. The dim, warm glow of the lights revealed the silvery highlights of his hair hidden beneath the shadows casted by the brim of his hat. A low, frustrated sigh escaped his lips, followed by smoke that curled and swirled around him. "Mm alright my Victor Frankenstein, take a break. You've been overworking yourself." He let out a low grunt in response and continued his craft. Those metallic eyes (with a touch of golds, silvers and greens) never left the work space as he carefully put the pieces together and gave birth to a new monstrous creation.

"Quit comparin' me to this guy. I don't shout 'IT’S ALIVE' or some shit like that when I-"

"Ah ah" Y/N cut him off, "that line can only be found in film adaptations darling... shame they ruined the book."

Heisenberg stayed silent and she could tell he was getting slightly irritated. The comfortable silence had been tainted by light tension until it was completely destroyed by the distorted screech of the soldat he was working on. The same one that had wandered into the upper grounds of the factory and malfunctioned. The cigar between his lips snapped in half. "SHUT YOUR FUCKING HOLE! I SWEAR TO GOD YOU FREAK!" The sound died down immediately, the whining slowly coming to a stop. He was definitely in a foul mood again. "Karl..." delicate hands began massaging his tense shoulders and worked their way around the area. Gentle kisses were planted below the jaw before her lips moved up to the shell of his ear, "the great Lord Heisenberg.. my favourite genius.." His movement came to a halt and his lips pressed into a thin line as so did his restraint level. "Kitten..." the term of endearment rolled off his tongue in a smooth but low growl. She gently lifted the hat off his head and placed it onto her own with a grin. "How do I look?" A feeling of warmth flushed through her when she saw that scowl disappear into a smirk. "Gorgeous doll.. fuck.." he whispered, extending a gloved hand to gently touch her face. "Now you just need..." with his other hand, he slowly removed his round shades and slid them on her face until the bridge rested comfortably on her nose, "these." This unusual gentle behaviour made her heart beat rapidly. A rose hue dusted her face and her face felt hot against the cool leather of his gloves. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by him and he let out a laugh. "Gettin' shy now, sweetheart?" She bashfully brought the brim of his hat down in front of her face, concealing her blush. "K-Karl it's late..please take a break.. or get sleep..". He grumbled something to himself in response, looking back to the soldat on his workbench. The man showed no sign of stopping. Not when there was a rebellion to lead. 'Almost worked..' Y/N thought. Before she had a chance to leave, she was yanked down onto his lap. Her lips parted to protest but they were quickly sealed by his scarred ones. He was soft.. the taste of his Cuban cigars and touch of whiskey was a sweet bite. "I'll join you soon, doll." he murmured and parted yet her lips chased for more. With that, he set her free.

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Lady of the Factory

Karl Heisenberg x F Reader

Tucked away in the outskirts of the village was the infamous factory, belonging to the feared Lord Heisenberg. No one dared to ever enter his territory, his domain. One day, a little lamb had stumbled upon the wolf's den unknowingly but instead of killing them, he treasured her for making him feel something he had never felt...

The following fan fiction contains spoilers from the actual game: Resident Evil 8 Village, sexual content, gore, violence, and strong language. Viewer discretion is advised.+18, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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CHAPTERS:

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

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