#mk fanfiction

[thisonehere]

The Lin Kuei boys get jealous after you get flowers from another man

Mk1 Headkanons

C/w: Yandere tropes, jealousy, toxic relationship, G/n reader, mentions of violence, stalking, these men being unreasonable and irrational lol

Bi-Han

The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei has never been affectionate, especially when it came to you. But while saying that, he hated the idea of someone else showing you affection or even making you happy. The idea of another (especially a man) putting a smile on your face, giving you a warm feeling inside, even making you laugh, burned him.

So when someone (Maybe some member of the Lin Kuei or even Johnny Cage) works up the courage to give you a nice bouquet, he rages.

You can feel his eyes burn a hole into the back of your head as you graciously receive the gift and thank the man.

You smile and giggle causing Bi-Han to shake with rage. The final straw was when he saw your face, or what was on your face. Blush, you were blushing. Bi-Han's mind begins to race. Why are you blushing? Does he make you happy? Happier than when you are with him? Did you prefer this man to him?

Without even thinking anymore he attacks the man, punching him so hard that his teeth are scattered all over the floor. He pummels him with no mercy and not a single sign of stopping. It takes you and a few other Lin Kuei to finally rip him off the poor man.

You drag him home but this isn't the end of it. "What is wrong with you?" "YOU and you whoring ways." before you know it, you're arguing, neither of you shows any sign of relenting. Soon the arguing turns into a screaming match, and things get so heated to the point that Bi-Han punches a wall leaving a massive dent.

Tears stream down your face as you yell at him to get out. For a moment his eyes soften and grow wide with hurt and shock, but immediately harden as he turns and slams the door behind him, basically breaking the door and the wall. Leaving you there alone crying.

Time passes, minutes become hours, hours become days, days, become weeks, and you and Bi-han haven't talked to each other. Whenever you see each other you quickly look away, refusing to even make eye contact with the man. You don't see it, but Bi-Han is hurt by this, but he buries it down and puts on his usually stern face.

Finally, it all ends one night when you hear someone knocking at your door. You open it to find Bi-Han, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are puffy and red, he's trying his best to keep it together but it's obvious that he'll break at any second.

"I'm... Sorry." He forces out his mouth, this is something hard for him to do. He'd rather be fighting Liu Kang than be facing you right about now. "You mean so much to me, I don't want to lose you..." he admits.

He then gets onto his knees and prostrates himself before you. After a few moments, you sigh and let him back inside.

Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang has never hidden his love for you, he'd show it every chance he got. He'd buy you gifts and send you poems spouting his eternal devotion to you, and more stuff like that. He feels confident in this relationship and your feelings for him.

So when that man comes up to you and gives you flowers, he isn't the least bit jealous... well, that's what he wants to believe.

It bothers him the way you smile at receiving the gift, you laugh and even blush. What are you doing, he thinks to himself. Why are you acting like this? Does his gifts make you act this way? Aren't you happy with him? Isn't he enough for you?

He forces a smile onto his face and tries to retain his composure. He then finds the opportunity and interjects, saying something like you need to go because of an emergency.

Afterwards, he will do everything in his power to make you happy. Do you want flowers? Fine, he'll find the most beautiful and exotic ones the realms could offer. He'll make multiple gestures to display his affection, hoping that you'll return it.

But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter how many times you tell him you love him, he will see that bouquet of flowers that you still keep and jealousy and insecurity consume him.

One day, he'll see the flowers in the pot you specifically chose for it and just stare at them. Before he can even top and think, he grabs the pot and throws it to the ground. He stomps at it and even uses his power to burn it to ashes.

Of course, all this ruckus gets your attention and you rush in and find Kuai Liang hitting the ground where the flowers were. Its ground is broken and charged by his spontaneous and reckless actions.

"What are you doing?!" You shout, both confused and even scared by this. Kuai's head shoots up realizing you're in the room. "Y/n, I didn't...You...I... I'm sorry." He turns and rushes out of the room.

For the next few weeks, Kuai will avoid you at all costs. Too ashamed of himself to face you after what he did. Every time you try to talk to him he quickly gets away. You don't understand why he's acting like this, did you do something? Does he hate you?

Finally, you can corner him. You try to talk to him, ask him what's wrong. Kuai rushes past you and attempts to quickly get away from you, but he stops when he hears a sniffling noise. He turns and sees you crying. It was then he finally realised how much he was hurting you. He hated himself even more now, he was so busy thinking about himself that he didn't even stop to think about how his actions were affecting you.

He walks back up to you and holds you. "I-I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you. Those flowers... they...it doesn't matter anymore. I love you." He says as he pulls you in and tightly holds you.

Tomas Vrbada

Tomas was and always has been insecure about the relationship. He's constantly scared that you'll one day leave him. You were the most beautiful and wonderful thing to happen to him, how could he not worry that things were too good to be true. It didn't help that he knew about all the others that desired you. He already lost his family, he couldn't lose you as well.

When you are offered flowers by that man, Tomas does everything he can to maintain his composure as you smile and laugh as you happily receive the gift. He watches as you continue your conversation with the man, he feels strange urges come over him. The urge to rip the flowers from out your hands and stomp them to pieces, the urge to beat the man to a bloody pulp, the urge to...what was happening to him?

Quickly he interjects into the conversation and insists that you have to go. You leave and Tomas tries to stop thinking about what just happened. But the way you are smiling at the bouquet so fondly it makes him go mad.

For the next few weeks nothing happens, Tomas seems off though. You ask what's wrong but he insists that everything is fine. So you don't think much about it, if Tomas wants to talk to you about it he will. And continue on with your daily routines...unaware that Tomas is following you.

Everywhere you go, he's too far behind. He keeps to the shadows, using powers to help him hide from you. He has to see everything you do, everywhere you go, every person you talk to. He loves you, but he can't seem to trust you for the life of him.

You realize something's wrong when Kuai comes to you and reveals that Tomas hasn't been fulfilling his tasks and duties. You immediately start to get concerned. He's been very distant lately, does this have anything to do with it? Why was he acting strange? Why won't he talk to you about it? You try to catch him before he leaves and talk to him. But seems to avoid you like the black plague and rushes out of the house.

You sigh and go on with the rest of your day. But since Kuai told you this news, you've seemed to become on edge for no reason. You become paranoid that someone is following you. As you make your way through your daily routine, you see the very same man who gave you the flowers and happily go to him and have a conversation.

Tomas watches you two talk and he feels an anger rise up in him. The way you two chatted so happily like you were in love, Tomas couldn't take it any more and spring from the shadows and confront you. "I-I can't believe you, was nothing we had special?!"

You didn't understand what was happening, Tomas suddenly appeared and he was yelling at you. Screaming at the man and chasing him away. He admits to following you and is grateful that he did, seeing how familiar you are with other men.

"Y-You were stalking me?" You suddenly yelled back. Hearing you say, Tomas realizes quickly how insane he was acting. His cheeks flush as his once confident form shrinks into an awkward one. "Oh gods, Y/n, I'm so sorry. I-" but before he can finish, you turn your back on him and you walk away, leaving him there all alone.

Weeks go by as you avoid him, you don't come home, and you don't speak Kuai either, it's like you disappeared off the face of the planet. These were some of the loneliest weeks Tomas has ever experienced in his life, he couldn't eat he could sleep, and he couldn't even build up the strength to get out of bed. What was even the point? Without you, life didn't have much meaning.

You finally build up the courage and come back home, hoping for some closure and to settle things. Tomas immediately swings open the door and ushers you inside. He is quick to start apologizing, he is in a desperate state. He even starts to break down and cry.

This pathetic display moves you, you admit that you missed him. You embrace each other and cry in each other's arms. "I'm so sorry, please don't leave me," he begs.

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[mlmxreader]

Possession | Johnny Cage x m!reader

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↳ ❝ “Fuck, I love it when you get so possessive”

With Johnny Cage if you have do it already ❞

: ̗̀➛ Johnny doesn't like it when he spots someone else trying to steal his spotlight.

: ̗̀➛ gets a little nsfw near the end, dom/sub dynamics, swearing, jealousy and possessive behaviour.

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Gently, Kung Lao rested his hand on your shoulder as he laughed along at some joke you had told; the two of you had always gotten along brilliantly, which had never really posed an issue before and had never really caused any problems except the odd distraction from his duties here and there.

Small, insignificant issues and problems were easily dealt with, usually laughed off with ease.

You had always been good friends, though, and mostly everyone had always understood that the relationship was more akin to brotherhood than anything else; Raiden picked up on it early, as did Tomas and his brother Kuai.

You acted like brothers, after all, and it was obvious that you did love each other as such, too. But as he laughed at your joke, you couldn’t help but to look out of the corner of your eye and notice your boyfriend Johnny.

He looked pissed, pouting and folding his arms across his chest. You figured that either Raiden or Kuai had told him off for taking selfies again, so you shrugged it off as you grinned at Kung Lao.

He seemed to notice Johnny’s discontented look, and chuckled as he shook his head, nudging you.

“Looks like your Hollywood star isn’t too happy… what’d you do? Tell him you didn’t like one of his films?”

You shook your head as you pushed him gently, trying not to laugh. “I like all of his films, thank you very much - even the ones that suck.”

He didn’t seem convinced as he scoffed and rolled his eyes, looking over at Johnny, who was now sat down and scrolling on his phone, his brows furrowed and his lips in an obvious frown; you looked over, and shook your head before you got up and headed to Johnny’s side.

Sitting on the rock beside him, you gently nudged his knee to get his attention. He looked up at you, then quickly returned his gaze to his phone again. 

“Johnny?” You hummed, inching a little closer and resting your chin on his shoulder. “Talk to me, baby.”

He locked his phone, stuffing it back into his pocket as he sighed and shrugged. “You sure you wouldn’t rather spend time with the chosen one?”

“Very much,” you nodded, reaching under his arm so you could hold his hand tightly, your thumb gently tracing his knuckles. “C’mon, talk to me… I know somewhere private we can go.”

Johnny glared at you for a moment, then told you to lead the way as he quickly followed behind; you were lucky, you had a place just on the outskirts that was usually undisturbed, so you could quickly head over with Johnny, all too eager to get the door open and unlocked, even more eager to have him press you against it once you were inside.

His kiss was heavy, all breaths and wandering hands as he kept you pinned between his body and the heavy door; you were all too greedy, welcoming every second of the kiss as you did your best to keep up with him, grinning as you buried your hands into his hair and tugged softly at the velvety brown strands.

He pulled away, breathing somewhat heavily as he scowled and grumbled softly.

Softly biting at your bottom lip, Johnny sighed as he tried to regain some composure to at least speak. “Mine. All mine.”

“Oh, Johnny,” you grinned breathlessly, gently smoothing down his hair. “Fuck, I love it when you get so possessive…”

“C’mon, say it,” he harshly pleaded, his hands on your sides as he squeezed gently. “I need to hear you say it, please.”

You couldn’t deny such sweet begs and soft pleading, doing your best not to grin as you nodded and hummed quietly under your breath. “All yours, Mister Cage - morning, noon and night.”

“Yeah?” He whispered, daring to smile as he licked his lips and dropped his gaze down to your mouth for a moment. “You mean that?”

You nodded, letting your hands drop to his chest as you smiled back and dared to laugh softly. “Ever since I met you on the set of that film about the cunt in the mask.”

“You mean the one where I played the handsome sheriff?” He mused, raising a brow.

“That’s the one,” you agreed, daring to softly kiss his cheek. “Best horror film I ever watched, because you were in it.”

Johnny grinned, holding you a little tighter as he dared to murmur in your ear, “y’know, I’ve still got the costume back home.”

“It does look great on you,” you told him gently. “But, y’know, we’ll have to see what happens when we get home.”

He nodded, although it was quite reluctant; he never was the patient one. “Do we have to?”

“We’re only here for a few days,” you told him. “And then we’ll be back at your mojo dojo casa house.”

“I wish you wouldn’t call it that,” he muttered, although clearly smiling. “You still gonna come to the premier of Timequake?”

You nodded, smiling as you dared to hum softly under your breath. “Of course - what kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn’t show up to support you, Mister Cage?”

Johnny nodded as he gently tugged at your belt, slowly gesturing for you to get on your knees; you did so, gently grabbing his thighs. “You’re all mine, aren’t you, baby?”

You nodded at him, looking up at him as innocently as you could, knowing that he could never say no to the puppy dog eyes, his ultimate weakness. “All yours, only yours, Mister Cage… what would you like me to do?”

Unzipping his jeans, Johnny raised a brow slightly as he tilted his head to the side and gently swiped his tongue along your lower lip. “I think you know what I want you to do, pretty boy.”

You couldn’t help it, gently gripping onto his thighs a little tighter as you bit at your bottom lip and tried your best not to grin. You knew it was going to be a long night, but you were more than happy to stay awake. 

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[thewritingisconsumingme]

sharing food

summary: kenshi visits kung lao

warnings: suggestive at the end :)

Kenshi breathed in the fresh air of Fengjian, the only sound being the rolling of the suitcase and Raiden’s voice. It was a much needed change of pace from the smoggy air of Los Angeles. He had flown into China a few days ago and taken a cab straight from the airport, but now he was exhausted and in much need of a nap and some good food. Raiden met him at the outskirts of their village, and they caught up as they walked along the unpaved roads underneath the sweltering sun until they both appeared in front of Kung Lao’s house. Raiden pat Kenshi’s back, told him good luck and to not worry, and left to go back to the White Lotus Academy to train the initiates. Kenshi and Raiden had been planning the surprise for a few days now, and Raiden had ensured that Kung Lao would take a break from work today so that Kenshi could show up and surprise him, take him out to dinner, woo him, and then confess his feelings.

Kenshi wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and raised his fist to knock on the door. Rapping three times on the door, Kenshi shoved his hand back into pant pocket and tried to look as nonchalant as possible when he heard Kung Lao open the door.

“Kenshi?! What are you doing here?” Kung Lao sounded very much surprised, and Kenshi could imagine how his eyebrows were raised in surprise.

“Surprise?” Kenshi smiled but internally smacked himself for saying such a cheesy line.

“Oh my god! Let me get your suitcase! Come in! Come in! Shoes off though.”

Kenshi just laughed at the comment and reached his hand out. Kung Lao took it and led the swordsman inside his home. Kenshi could hear Kung Lao kicking around some things on the floor to try and make a clearer path for the swordsman to walk around the home, and Kenshi could feel Kung Lao’s head grow warm and sweaty as though he was embarrassed.

“Sorry about the mess. Um, here, wait on the couch, I’ll bring something for you to eat. You must be starving!” Kung Lao led Kenshi to the couch, throwing something from the couch onto the floor, and made sure that the swordsman had sat down before sprinting over to the kitchen. Kenshi listened to Kung Lao running about the kitchen, opening and slamming the fridge door before opening it again because he forgot something in there. The swordsman breathed in the scent of Kung Lao’s home: it was an earthy smell with a small hint of something spicy. Kenshi couldn't stop himself from smiling. He had missed being around Kung Lao.

“Here, some fruit.” Kung Lao placed a hefty bowl into Kenshi’s lap and the swordsman raised an eyebrow at how large the bowl seemed. “So…why’re you here?”

Kenshi felt the other flop down right next to him and blushed when he felt their thighs squish against each other.

“Sorry, it’s a loveseat. Didn’t think I needed a bigger couch since I’m living alone.” Kung Lao explained, reaching into the fruit bowl in Kenshi’s lap and munching on something crisp. Kenshi gathered his thoughts, trying to ignore how his side was pressed flush against Kung Lao’s and how he could feel the definition of Kung Lao’s muscles through his thin shirt. It didn’t help that the two of them were quite large, and the loveseat was quite small.

“I got some time off and thought that I might come and visit you.” Kenshi replied, feeling around the food bowl and identifying slices of apples, slices of mandarins, and some grapes in the bowl. Kenshi popped a grape into his mouth to try and calm himself a bit more when he felt Kung Lao shift and put his arm on the back of the couch, his arm grazing the back of Kenshi’s neck.

“Oh! I mean- I’m glad you came to me, but, uh, why not Raiden? He’s got a…cleaner home.” Kung Lao’s voice dropped off at the end, and he shifted in his seat a bit uncomfortably.

“I wanted to see you.” Kenshi answered, hoping that the comment would placate Kung Lao and that his face didn’t betray his racing heart. The other man was silent, and Kenshi munched on an apple slice, hoping that the silence meant that Kung Lao was just a bit dumbstruck and not grossed-out.

“I was hoping to take you to Madam Bo’s?” Kenshi mumbled out the question, trying to fill in the silence of the room, but when Kung Lao didn’t answer, Kenshi felt his stomach drop. The swordsman passed the fruit bowl into Kung Lao’s lap and stood up.

“Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll just-” Kenshi reached for his cane and suitcase, intent on leaving and booking a ticket to go back to LA and drown himself in alcohol.

“Wait, wait! I’d love to go to Madam Bo’s with you! I mean-yeah, of course, why wouldn’t you want to come to Madam Bo’s with me? I’m just that cool, and um…yeah.” Kung Lao gripped onto Kenshi’s wrist and tugged him back onto the couch. Kenshi slowly sat down, a heat spreading across his face as Kung Lao pushed the fruit bowl back into Kenshi’s lap and leaned into the swordsman’s warmth.

Kenshi gripped the bowl tightly in his hands, grounding himself back into reality as the realization that he just scored a date with Kung Lao settled into his head. His mind felt buzzed, as if he had just drank a few shots, and Kenshi fully believed that if he wanted to, he could fly.

“So, um. I’ll take it that means you like me too?” Kung Lao asked in a meek voice. It was so quiet that Kenshi almost missed it. Too? Kung Lao liked him back? Forget flying, Kenshi could ascend to heaven right now.

Without answering, Kenshi turned to face Kung Lao. He placed his hand onto Kung Lao’s chest and felt the Shaolin’s heart pound underneath his fingertips. Gaining confidence when he heard Kung Lao’s breath hitch, Kenshi trailed his fingers up to trace Kung Lao’s neck and then cupped his face. The swordsman leaned in a little bit, a silent ask for permission. Kung Lao closed the distance, his hand flying up to cusp the back of Kenshi’s neck and bring them closer together. Kenshi’s heart was ablaze, like a fire burning in his chest. Kung Lao tasted sweet, like an oasis in the middle of a desert or the best pastry in the world. The Shaolin’s hands were holding onto the swordsman roughly, but his lips were soft and inviting. Kenshi could live like this forever, oxygen be damned. He deepened the kiss and brought his other hand up to hold Kung Lao in his arms.

Distantly, Kenshi heard something clatter to the floor and ignored it, but Kung Lao pulled away at the sound, Kenshi still leant forward to try and chase Kung Lao’s plush lips. He heard a shriek come from the man.

“The fruit!” Kung Lao immediately jumped from Kenshi’s lap, and the swordsman immediately missed the warmth. He could hear Kung Lao pick up the fruit on the ground, before running off to the kitchen and turning on the faucet, presumably washing the fruit of the dust of the ground. Kenshi leaned back onto the couch, pressing the heel of his palms into his eyelids as he tried to calm his beating heart. If it beat any faster, he was going to have a heart attack. 

Kung Lao cleaned the fruit and the floor like a mad man, but when Kung Lao was done. Kenshi felt the Shaolin settle into Kenshi’s lap, the swordsman’s hands going to Kung Lao’s waist instinctually. He squeezed at Kung Lao’s waist, still amazed at how slim it was, and Kung Lao yelped, slapping at the swordsman’s chest.

“Don’t do that…please.” Kung Lao weakly protested, but Kenshi had heard the small whimper that had escaped the Shaolin. The swordsmans smiled wickedly and squeezed Kung Lao’s waist again, causing him to let out a small whine and grind down onto Kenshi’s lap.

“How about we skip Madam Bo’s and go straight to dessert?” Kenshi pulled down Kung Lao’s head for another kiss, and the Shaolin melted into the swordsman’s lap.

When Kung Lao came into the academy the next day, his hand interlaced with Kenshi’s and walking a bit funny, Raiden just smiled and clapped Kung Lao on his back.

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[mylifeisfruk4ever]

Johnny Cage had fallen to the bottom.

It was more correct to say that he had hit rock bottom, but it wasn't humiliating enough, so he had dug his life out to get even lower. He was full of debt. His marriage was in trouble, and he didn't even know why.

Sure, he and Cristina argued, but never like this, as if they hated each other. She wasn't willing to live a life that wasn't at the top.

You were one of Hollywood's leading actors. And look at you now, you're mediocre. You don't even have the money to compensate for the lack of talent.

Another sore point: work. Nobody took him seriously. He was just the typical handsome guy you called for the lead male role in a romance movie. It was fine, as long as he was twenty.

Suddenly, at thirty-five, he was too old for those roles. Bullshit: Jason Statham was fifty-six, and women went crazy for him.

Didn't he look like a dilf? Had her beauty already faded? He had thought about a surgical touch-up to rejuvenate himself, which not only had not done what it was supposed to but had also left him a scar, proof of his umpteenth failure.

Jobless, almost broke, with a wife who wanted to leave him and a disfigured face, Johnny would have been willing to do anything. Even acting for an indie production of little importance, as long as they paid him. Only, not a Korean production.

Korean TV series and films are going strong on Netflix, and South Korea will one day take its place among the top producers of entertainment.

But why couldn't he star in something like Squid Game? Or Parasite? Hell, anything would have been better than The God of War and I.

It was terrible, but it was based on a best-selling novel in Korea, and as long as there was a chance to make money, Netflix didn't care about the quality of the product.

Johnny should have refused the first time he read the script. Unfortunately, he was in no condition to turn down a job and had to accept the role of second male lead.

The second male lead was actually a mindless villain, who tortured the male lead and was obsessed with the female lead.

Johnny had cursed that damned script several times, also cursing the screenwriters and the author of the novel, equally responsible. God must not have appreciated the amount of curse. How else can one explain dying and transmigrating into the character he should have played, Johnatan Carlton?

“God, if you are listening to me…go fuck yourself.”

Coming soon...

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[kaiathedenian]

kaia the edenian's masterlist: the edenian library 📖🌿

🌿 the library's literary topics 🌿

baraka

erron black

johnny cage

kano

kenshi

kotal kahn

raiden

scorpion

skarlet

sub zero

🌿 the library's catalogue 🌿

drama: most of our stories take place during mortal kombat 11 before or during the final battle with kronika.

horror: as mentioned above, our stories include war amongst the gods and beasts of realms like Outworld. please read at your own discretion as a handful our catalogue include violence and gore.

angst: stories tell of the tensions that run high when the elder gods and beasts unleash their chaos upon each other.

smut: please be advised that a selection of our stories include sensually explicit activity for readers 18+ and will be labeled as such. minors do not interact.

🌿 the library's literature 🌿

KANO

backwoods: after a good drink and conversation, those mysterious and devilish eyes of his lead you to a good time in the woods...

KOTAL KAHN

kotal kahn & the thief: even a thief as cunning as jela can't escape the punishment of her crimes delivered by outworld's kahn, the sun god, kotal.

BARAKA (coming soon)

unafraid: as war settles on the horizon like the evening sun, baraka and you, an edenian warrior, form a strong allyship that comforts you both in new and curious ways...

about kaia the edenian

hey, I'm Marian, aka kaia the edenian, aka harmshake. I'm just a 31 year old scorpio who loves to write, read, and obsess over my favorite mortal kombat characters. 💚

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[danddymaro]

Erron Black x Reader | Pt. 6

My perception of time has been awful. Fortunately, I believe I'm finally dragging myself out of that dark hole. 

 It’s been a while, huh?

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

Word Count: 6505

A touch of Mercy 

"I hope you never find her," the dark-haired woman breathed, her voice which, until then, had been monotonous, retained just a touch of wish that had only then reemerged within her.

Though, At first, she was surprised at her own words, at the boldness that had made them escape, but as she recognized the valor, she didn't bite them down.

The very will festered in her and came out uncontained as she finally looked up to the man.  

Her body was even shaking with the raw emotion she felt, and she hardly did anything to hide it.

The feeling felt foreign by then, after living so long without the ray of light.  Yet, she accepted the new glimmer, wanting to believe that such a feeling existed only because it was meant to be.

Without a step missed the other woman would be on her way to escape the evil clutches of the man before her, and by extension their tyrant emperor.

-That’s what her heart told her.

She didn’t know if Shao Kahn had anything to do with Erron Black’s job at that moment, but she could only imagine.

-Nothing good ever came form that man. 

 "I pray upon the elder gods that she escapes you, " she then added, the tremor in her body fierce as she referenced the very being's she'd long thought had abandoned her. 

'I will pray for her flight,' she thought with true faith moving her beating heart, the blood in her veins rushing and burning hot with anticipation as she declared her newfound dedication.

He made a low sound, something to let her know that he acknowledged her, but dismissed her all the same. 

She was certain his intention was to mock her, yet,  from the way he turned from her and had eyed her even before then, she could note the irritation he swallowed down. 

it was evident by the way his lips pursed that her words bothered him to some degree. 

He couldn't hide his annoyance, and she was pleased to know that she'd made his arrogant smirk languish until it died out and fell into a bitter scowl.

It was a victory, albeit a small one, but one she rejoiced nonetheless.

" - We'll be back soon," he said lowly, all with a certainty of his own, the sureness in his tone making her lips press together thinly. 

 Her breath even stilled for just a moment, because there was a gleam in his eyes that unsettled her. 

Excitement swam in the dark pools, challenge too, and the woman could only hope he could never reach his prey.

She could only hope he'd return with bitter defeat.

Silently, she watched as he left, trailing behind the young woman with the pretty, starry eyes. 

- That same one that had made her feel inexplicably warm upon first glance, and had for whatever reason inspired something so abundantly strange.

Something in her chest had blossomed upon that moment, something that made her want to have faith again, to smile yet again.

'Hope, in this realm of mine...Is it possible?' She questioned herself, having known only the hardships of war and tyranny that her land had succumbed to.

It was hard not to recall her every loss, though somewhere in there, she also remembered something else.  

For a moment she recalled the tender youth she used to be so many years ago.

‘Perhaps that’s why she grabs my attention so much,’ she proceeded with consideration.

"It's been so long..." she then murmured with a touch of a smile, the small lift graceful.

"It's been so long since a prayer of mine has been responded to," she added with a soft amusement, the twinkle in her black eyes existing as a stray drop traveled down her face, falling onto the ground.

She's only thought to do so in her helplessness, as a way to sedate the need to gravitate closer to the other woman. 

-Because it was all she could have truly done in her cowardice.

“So long since I'd turned my back on my former beliefs,” she added.

Her lukewarm chuckle was the only sound left in the room as her long, slim fingers moved down her face to delicately wipe the escaped sorrow before she continued with her duties with a rather noticeable smile adorning her.

As she then trailed her eyes down to see where her tears had fled, she then  paused. 

Little petals were scattered over the ground, making her shake her head as she reached for the three little specs on the ground, 

“Ah..” she breathed,  "of course...This room could use some color..." she then mused as she straightened out and looked over the muted setting she stood in. 

  All the while, (f/n) had fled, tirelessly aimed at a direction she didn't know where it would lead to. 

Along the way she'd run past the people of the village, most of which were unperturbed by her, unbothered at the sight of a frantic, fleeting woman. 

She was ignored, even if she desperately begged for help. 

Large tears bubbled in her eyes, distress sweated through every fiber of her being, and yet no one seemed to mind. 

In truth, it seemed that rather than lure attention, she’d been surrounded by a repellent, alienating her further. 

‘Don’t they see me?’ she wondered with worry as she reached out to the person closest to her.

Her shaking hand soon clutched the fabric of a traveling woman's long sleeve, her grasp filled with a silken material of who she would hope would be her savior.

She tried to speak, but before she could let out a word, the woman jutted her shoulder forward, callously forcing the cloth out of (f/n)'s grasp.

And she offered crucial words of advise, advice that would lead the fleeting woman to come to the conclusion that the town they'd stopped at was one catered to ill trade and services. 

 “ - Unless you have payment... then there will be no services offered to you," The strange woman remarked while she carefully dusted herself off where she’d been touched as she eyed (f/n) with an objective side glance.

“Naïve girl...” she then added with a disapproving tut, “ Here...No kindness is offered without the promise of riches,” She said before continuing down the road.

- She wouldn’t waste time on anything that didn’t benefit her and she wasn’t ashamed to let it be known.

'Mercenaries...' (f/n) inwardly mused, eyeing the displayed weapons most carried.

- could it be?

Familiar emblems also greeted her as she scouted, and when she recognized a  common symbol amongst many of the population, her breathing paused.

In her panicked state, she hadn't really taken the time to look around before, but now that she had, she was left stunned. 

'The Black dragon...' She notes with disbelief, her teeth gritting.

'Of course, He stopped here because it was in his best interest,' she noted, convinced he had links to the wicked organization himself.

'A man like that...It wouldn't be a surprise!'  she added before realizing something else : 

“That’s why...” she huffed. 

“Nothing that man says holds any value,” she detested.

 ' He's toying with me again...because I'd never have a chance to run off  if we're surrounded by his allies, ' she thinks before she momentarily pauses, swallowing hard as she feels the eerie sense of being watched. 

And it's a feeling she dreads now that she realizes she's surrounded by what could potentially be her enemy's organization. 

Concerned, she skims her eye to what lies before her, trying to pretend oblivious until she finds the source, but, ultimately, she finds nothing. 

She only sees more vendors and travelers, none of which seem any more suspicious than the next person.

None strike her as the watcher; none look her way. 

"could I be imagining it?" she asks herself in a short whisper before slowly easing, the tension in her shoulders melting.

‘I have to be,’ she idly thinks as she stands there, the high rise of her eyebrows falling too.

“Yeah,” she breaths as she cranes her head back, looking up at the sky. 

Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling away completely. It was like an itch she couldn’t quite scratch. 

That was before she looked over her shoulder and found a lonesome man.

He doesn't look trustworthy himself, especially with that menacing mask he wears, and that covers his entire face. 

There are blades strapped over his long, sage-colored coat, crossing behind his back and rising high above his shoulders for an easy overhead reach.

 For a moment it’s all she can stare at ;  the weapons themselves before she brings her focus to the entirety of the man again. 

He stands far away, near a fully hooded vendor that offers gleaming finds which sparkle generously beneath the lighting.

The vendor soon tries to catch the gazing man's attention too, though, gets no result as he refuses to look away from the young woman’s direction, an unnerving detail she notices. 

After another, more persistence attempt, the masked man shuts down any more interaction with the seller by lazily  picking up one of his hands in a shooing motion.

The dismissive wave is languid, but effective. 

‘It’s a coincidence’ she tried to tell herself, hoping it’s only her nerves that have gotten the best of her, and that the man only looks her way out of chance. 

It’s possible, right? 

‘That has to be it,’ she further goes as she swallows down thickly.

‘It has to,’ she persists while then tearing her sight away, looking down at the ground instead as she tries to calm her racing heart.

However, even with all the self reassurances,  something further deep within tells her otherwise. Red flags of caution raise, and she can feel herself grow more concerned.

Slowly, she peers back at him again, cold sweat falling down her brow as she keeps contact with him, her heart tightly constricting the entire time she commits  to the act.

As she continues to observe him, slowly, his head lightly tilts to the side, and beneath the metal mask, his right eyebrow rises in peaked curiosity. 

Though, he holds no malice as hidden to her, he smiles, subtly.

His interest is doubled as she holds her ground by fully turning to him and staring him down. 

It’s a feat he commends given how distraught she seemed in the beginning.

Gradually, his arms pick up, crossing over his chest as he waits for her next move.

- After all he had the time.

He wasn't one to ever waste time by stopping and smelling the roses, but on that particular day, he'd been inclined to. 

Something drew him closer to the realm, like a gentle pull, which was strange considering his usual routine.  

It’s not that he wasn’t fond of the land, but he preferred being home instead.

  Usually, he'd already left the village after a trade, but this time, there was something different.

' I come here...And then I find this,' he huffed. 

"Which is odd..." he breathed as his eyes focused on the item held in her little hand.

-There was no mistake, he recognized it. 

 “No such thing as a coincidence,” he added after being certain. "He's somewhere around here..." He lowly murmurs, recognizing his brethren's arms.

After all,  Kano's made enough fuss about them before when selling them to the guy. 

' I wonder...' he mused before he spared one last, long glance at the woman, admiring her, though, still  not understanding what it was that had him so willing to stay. 

However, his nature pulled him away, and he cut the moment short, finally deciding to leave her to her own luck.

“ - None of my business,” he reminded himself, " Not my job...anymore,” he added in a spiteful mutter.

After all, what good ever came from sticking out your neck without something in return?

She performed an extended blink, and after that single action, he was gone. 

After that short moment all she found as proof of his presence was the small whirlwind of land he's left floating behind. 

Dirt accumulates above the ground, lifted by a quick spin of air that becomes nothing in a matter of seconds.

 She takes a step back in disbelief, in utter confusion as she turns her entire body in every direction she can while in search of the strange man, but in the end, she finds nothing that proves he was once there. 

The gun clutched within her right hand fell into a tighter grip as her chest heavily rose, 

"Was I..." She didn't know what to think, though forcing herself to move forward, not willing to spend more time with anything that wasn't drawing distance from the stop.

"I have to keep moving..." she said with a hard exhale, tearing her eyes away from the spot and continuing towards the same path as before.  

No one else offered her a spare glance, and perhaps that was how she so easily ended up where she was; Lost.

- So terribly lost.

.

.

.

.

She’d lasted an entire day moving, living off of what little trade the item she’d carried her had gotten. 

She tried hard not to think about how the vendor had completely ignored her at first before she pleaded, offering anything they wanted in exchange for help as she pulled out the only thing she knew had value- 

‘Perhaps this isn’t the smartest move...’ she started as she stared down at the lovely engravement of the weapon while she chose to sacrifice it. 

‘I don’t even know how much it’s truly worth...If this vendor isn’t taking advantage of my lack of knowledge,’ she mused, feeling just a touch guilty when she remembered how much the man she’d traveled with had cared for them. 

He’d spent so much time cleaning it, she couldn’t imagine otherwise.

That gentle smile he’d worn came to mind, and she unwillingly had a touch of remorse, though, it was a fleeting feeling as everything else she felt for him came forth. 

-Everything ugly.

‘Lets see,’ she added with consideration. 

‘It’s gotten me enough for a canteen … this miserable blade and dried food.’ She thought with lightheartedness as she stared down at what was being offered to her. The little satchel  that would hold her consumables was also there, and she wondered if it was truly a fair trade.

‘it should be enough...though I wish I could have gotten myself a creature to travel with...’ she added with disappointment that very quickly diminished as she thought of how impractical it was.

‘Of course.. then I wouldn't be able to feed us both, and there’s no need to sacrifice one of you,’ she mused as she offered a side glance to one of the steeds there, one that reminded her plenty of  the one she’d traveled with.

It’s front legs had the same patches, forcing a gentle smile out of her.

She wondered how the creature fared, even if it hasn't been that long since she last saw him.

“ - So...What do you say miss?”  the elder woman said with narrowed eyes, and before her new customer could ask anything more, be it more time to think , or,  even directions to where to head, she caught sight of the man that was tracking her down.

He moved with the same arrogance she despised, his every step certain, and she cursed his luck for it somehow leading him directly towards her already.

Past the many travelers, she spotted him, forcing her to slam down the payment before stuffing everything in the bag, fleeting.  

Without any guidance she soon treaded upon strange land, unaware of what would come as the second nightfall rolled by.

"still no signs of anything...” she said softly, concerned.

After an entire day and a half of traveling she'd yet to find any signs of life. 

Silence surrounded her, an unnerving factor that had her looking up at the darkening sky to find a lack of traveling creatures.

Again, she’d find herself sleeping alone, shaking as she curled herself close to whatever she could find.

At least she’d paid attention to the few times the dark eyed man had created a fire.

It offered her some comfort, though, very little. 

“Even the land is dead,” she added with a little bite to her lower lip, noticing the lack of vegetation, it’d been that way for quite a bit.

Her eyes then skimmed around the hellish land, unease in her heart, settling after the surge of adrenaline that had originally fueled her began to soon exhaust. 

Little chirps of small creatures were unheard of, and if it weren’t worrisome enough, she soon encountered a large, rotten carcass that was mutilated beyond recondition, sending her into a fit of cold shivers.

  "This place is desolate," She said below her breath, and before she knew it, her steps inched back, slowly retracting and going over the previous ones she'd left on the sandy floor.

It was only by the fifth that she stopped entirely.

 Quickly, a sickening feeling turned over her stomach when she managed to capture the grand sight of the wasteland before her.

'Oh no...' She thought to herself with horror that fell upon her.

The fluttering hope in her chest that kept her heart from sinking stopped all at once at the sudden realization.

 'Have...have I gone so far?' She asked herself, knowing of only one place that could fit the ghastly description of the land she had stepped upon. 

‘How could I ?…how did I not notice sooner?’

- Even those of other realms who traveled between the worlds knew well enough to step away from the land.

"But how?”

Tears welled in her eyes as she whipped around, her question answered quickly.

 'everything looks the same,' She thought to herself with helplessness as she felt the world spin. It was getting harder and harder to see farther than a few feet, the lack of light giving her a massive disadvantage.

Gusts of wind visited frequently, erasing the tracks she left behind, leaving her without any concrete trail to fall back on.

Nothing seemed to be in her favor.

 'And it'll be soon... They'll come to me soon,' She thought to herself with anguish. 

'And if they don't find me... I'm sure to die alone,' She thought with dismay. 

"either way...I'll be consumed," she said with horror.

"If it's not the creatures themselves... then the land will take me," she dreaded as she wrapped her arms around herself, the solo embrace serving no comfort.

"I stand no chance," she sneered, a spiteful glare shot down at the sands.

She then remembered how much food and water she had left, which was only about another day or two if she continued to rest sparsely.

'it's not fair...' she inwardly sneered as her knees felt weak.

The Tarkata roamed the wastelands, finding a home within the ghoulish waste, outcast from the rest of the outworlders as the brutish, cannibalistic creatures they were. 

-And she had just so happened to step upon their territory for who knows how long of a distance.

Even while unknowingly treading upon it, she doubted that factor mattered to them. 

From what she'd heard...to them a meal was a meal.

'They'll find me...' She started, ' And they'll tear me apart,' She told herself.

She'd only ever seen them from afar and at their most gruesome because as pawns of Shao Kahn, they stood at his side, prideful in every one of their sharp edges, presenting them at every opportunity they could, seemingly enjoying the fear they instilled in others.

She was familiar with them, many of her people where even if they’d never come face to face with one.

After all, they had a certain reputation.

 'They'll eat my alive bit by bit!' She then continued, unable to imagine how they would consume her. 

Yet her skin itched, attacked by invisible pinpricks that would soon become razor-sharp teeth.

'In the end... I'll meet a fate worse than death, ' She thought to herself, fearing the bloodbath that would occur.

 'I'll be devoured whole!' She went on, her angered tears falling onto the sand, the little specs created between her feet.

A short grunt of strain was forced out between her teeth as her hands fisted the grainy ground with frustration. 

Little debris dug into her nails and they pushed back into the flesh with discomfort, but none of it was even close to the distress of her heart.

"This can't be it," she told herself. "I finally find myself free, and it's to be in the clutches of another monster," she says with spite, her voice low and dour.

If such a fiend were to take a bite of her heart they would taste nothing but bitter as it was slowly consumed by the sourness that had begun to flood her. 

And it was her only solace, that they'd detest every morsel.

Her eyes soon came to a close, and she took a long breath through her nostrils, collecting her thoughts.

"Somehow...” she started as she picked up her head, looking beyond. 

“ Somehow,  I have to trace back, " she then went on, hoping that simply taking a hundred steps back would bring her to a safe zone.

She was ready to move, however, past the silence of the land was another sound, one that perked her ears. 

It was faint at first, the whimpers soon growing with the more she focused.

Desperate snivels caught her attention, forcing the (h/c) haired woman into a sudden halt. 

It was proceeded by a large swallow of breath that nearly choked her with how quickly it'd been downed as she realized she was accompanied in her misery.

Her widened eyes skimmed around, wanting to know what creature had released those despairing sounds. Somehow, they'd sounded much more desperate than her, and she was curious as to who else had the misfortune to find themselves so utterly helpless. 

‘Someone’s run the same luck I have...’ She bitterly mused, her sights set to where she assumed the sound came from.

'But Who..?' she started, slowly going towards the sound. 

She did so slowly, each of her steps languid as she listened to the muffled sound with perked ears. 

She walked for only a short minute before she found herself rounding a large, sharpened stone, soon catching sight of the sniveling being.

Her heart halted as she came in visual contact with the creature that cried so softly and miserably, and who just so happened to be of the terrorizing ones she was dreading.

(f/n) shivered, trembling under not just the sudden chilliness that had been cast over the land, but also by the very luck she had. 

miserable; just miserable.

'I should run...' she thought to herself as she swallowed hard, her hand quickly reaching for the blade she'd strapped on the sash she wore at her waist.

It was only a precaution as she also steadied her footing to sprint away too.

As for the other creature, upon realizing she’d been found, her slumped body jolted upright with a low hiss of pain escaping her. 

Her glowing amber eyes also flew wide open, fear evident in them as she gazed at her before they flew off to the side, beyond where there could only be darkness to greet her before her attention shot back to (f/n).

At the sudden movement, instinctively, (f/n)’s  knees lightly bent as she was ready to bolt.

'I should....run...' she added as the reaching hand's energy died out, making it fall back to her side lifelessly as she continued to watch the other being whilst she curled further against the stone, injured. 

She seemed to have no other option than to somehow press herself tightly against the piece of land with pathetic, little whimpers as she looked to (f/n). 

‘ I have to ... run,' the lost female thought again as she settled into the wasteland.

She cautiously approached the Tarkatan woman further, each of her steps being executed warily, the hesitance she displayed done as a way to show her harmlessness to the other female as well as keep herself safe.

A moment of sanity struck her as she came before the Tarkatan, questioning her own motives, as well as her actions themselves. 

'Run...' a feeble voice whispered with dread laced through the single order, but it was ignored.

She faintly recalled the dread she’d felt before, the utter bitterness at the thought of being handled by their kind before a different feeling overpowered that fear.

‘I would have never thought..’ she inwardly mused, feeling a touch guilty for how she’d dammed them all. 

Now that she faced a defenseless one, something in her felt soft.

'Poor thing,’ She thought while eying her, certain that cowering nature was not common amongst their kind. 

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have the reputation they did.

‘If I could hurt you I wouldn't be shaking so much,' she inwardly mused instead, the cold sweat that dotted her forehead slowly falling as her lips curved up into a shaky smile. 

Meanwhile, she was hoping there would be a quick understanding that she meant no harm, because she truly didn’t.

how could she?

"I won't hurt you," she started off, not knowing if she was understood, which was responded to by a deep glare that yet again shifted to the side, as though she searched for more, perhaps her people. 

 ‘They don’t usually move lone,’ (f/n) realized, wondering what happened.

They had their own language too, and (f/n) wasn’t sure if this particular one had learned another beside the one native to her.

(f/n)’s arm was soon outstretched, reaching as far as she could, her hand tentatively offered during the moment, hoping it wasn’t bit off for the attempt.

"Hey..." She  breathed, the single spoken utter shaky.

"I want to help you," She assured the creature, all while drawing closer to the cowering being with steps that while shuffled and uncertain, didn’t cease.

'Strange...Are they all this small?' the woman wondered while realizing the female before her was much tinier than the imposing size of her male counterparts, which did serve her some comfort.

She’d also seen their female warriors too, but even then this particular Tarkatan seemed much less fearsome with her lithe form.

- As even from afar they were typically monstrous. 

She seemed that way, but perhaps her eyes were playing tricks with her, immediately lured by her shriveled state.

 Granted, she was still a terrifying sight with her fierce markings and sharp edges that served as teeth, yet with the cowering nature, she seemed even smaller and somehow sweeter.

'I didn't know they could look this helpless,' (f/n) mused, finding the sight somewhat endearing, the flicker of warmth gracing her heart easing some of the anxiety she felt. 

‘I didn’t ever think I'd ever see one as pitiful either, ‘ she then added while gazing at the blood-soaked ground with pursed lips.

The sight was not pretty, nor was it pleasing in any way when she thought of how each injury was gained.

‘She dragged herself here...’ (f/n) determined, feeling even more inclined to offer her aid.

‘You’re a survivor,’

‘But for how long have you been...?’ she wondered, seeing the torn tendons on her ankles, both viscously sliced through with a blade, making sure her legs were only dead weight to be dragged.

‘How cruel, whoever had done this has done so to watch her suffer,’ she deduced.

Otherwise, it made no sense.

“You know,” (f/n) started, "I've always been strange," the woman then mused while gently closing the space between her and the other female, leaving her almost knelt before the Tarkatan woman.

Meanwhile, Her (e/c) colored eyes softened, her expression melting so much that the traces of wariness she had felt evaporated from her very being.

She even felt lighter.

 " I have always been like this..." she mused with an outstretched hand, her empty palm still presented.

“From what I recall from my time in this life...” she said while not mentioning her dreams which she knew were somehow a part of her past.

"I think it's love...even if I've never known it... I’d like to think it is because of how lovely it feels,” she spoke, true awe in her tone.

“ Or, perhaps it's mercy," she said without truly understanding, not sure of much anymore. Ever since she’d been taken from her home there were a lot of things she hadn’t quite understood and questioned.

"What I'm getting at is that something makes me capable of saving you... of wanting to save you," she said with a bemused chuckle.

" So, don't be alarmed," she said with a gentle touch to her tone, "I just want to help you," she assured the female yet again.

'I remember what it's like to be held by you...without remembering your face... your voice... your very presence... that same feeling is familiar when I want to touch life.

-When I want to bring warmth.

And now more than ever.. it’s like a calling.

After recognizing you and knowing you more,

it’s like what I imagine you felt looking down at me so long ago. 

- before your love dried out.

-before you cast me away. '

And something clicked in her,

‘Of course... this must be that virtue you graced me with,’ 

 "Will you let me help you?" She asked before fully reaching out and leaping past the final space between them.

  Contemplation whirled in the other being's face, though understanding soon  formed on her features.

 her glowing eyes that were wide before shut once into a tight grimace as she accepted whatever fate that was to come.

Having no other choice, A fierce nod was preformed, pleasing (f/n).

With a soft smile, She then nodded back . 

"I understand," she breathed before she found herself at true ease before the Tarkatan woman. 

Both of her knees fell to the ground as she took a seat, feeling strangely certain of safety.

"I hope I do...”  she voiced before  a hand fell over the other’s shoulder to ease her onto her spare arm. 

Grimacing, the Tarkatan fell back into the hold with struggle before being let down gently.

‘Her body is warm like mine...why is that so strange to believe?’

"Let my mercy wash over you ," (f/n) breathed in a soft hush.

A small vine emerged from a pale, open palm, the color green dancing up before the child's eyes. 

Green then sprouted White, and the little closed blossom beneath her nose opened, the sweet fragrance of it greeting her as the fresh petals waved at her kindly.

 (e/c) colored eyes were wide with wonder, and a soft chuckle fell to her ears.

"Lovely, isn't it?" her mother said with tenderness, her eyes cast down to her child as she continued to watch the blossom, entranced.

"Hmm..." she didn't speak, instead, responding in an eager nod before she looked up to her mother, her eyes sparkling.

Her eyes danced with more than just amusement, something that Cetrion noted.

" You look to me with such wonder..." the elder mused with a soft chuckle. 

 "But for now close your eyes instead," Her mother said while gently brushing her fingers down the child's face. 

Along the way the gently traveling pads brushed down her offspring's eyelids, shutting the wonderous gaze.

"Now," she hummed.

"What brings life to this world?" she questioned her child, her voice soft, always comforting. 

 "- What creates?" she asked with a voice so satiny and low, it was almost like a lullaby.

(f/n)'s small mouth moved to speak, but was stopped by a sole finger that pressed itself to her lips.

"Ah..." her mother said while smiling, amused by her young one's eagerness.

"no words.." she breathed. 

“Because there’s no one true answer, no one true feeling. Only this,” she advised.

"it comes from here," she started, while a finger pressed over her heart, before both of her hands fell to her shoulders.

They then traveled down until they reached her hands, and for just a moment they rested on her wrists, her thumbs brushing over the collection of veins that lay under her child's delicate flesh.

 "And then," she proceeded as she let her fingers graze over her open palms, "It emerges from here," she said with certainty, watching as very slowly, magic emerged from the child's hands.

It was nearly identical to her own light, and she stepped back with a smile, watching the flowing of light bask her precious young one.

The sight of such small hands in hers was truly a feeling like no other, and like the doting parent she was, she stepped back with a hand to her chest, proud.

"You are my child for certain," The god said with pride, a vanity that was seemingly unwashable.

Silently she fell to her knees, her ethereal face before the child as she spoke, 

"My darling fruit so sweet and tender..." she murmured. 

And like so many times before, it seemed as though she wasn't truly speaking to (f/n), even if she did address her. 

She realized her mother was strange at times, though, It never made her cower.

Because she could never quite read through the lines.

Her innocence still existed, obscuring those very lines.

 "- grasping to your mother's branch, " the goddess said with a touch of pride still present, and it made the little girl's face burn with humble bashfulness.

"You can create," she told the little girl, reminding her again.

Though this time, at the display of power she was certain. At the showcase of natural talent, there was no doubt, 

"- And You can also destroy," she let her know, letting her know the balance that she should uphold.

"This world," she says while over open hand, a little sphere takes shape. 

It's decorated by greenery and aqua alike, just like the earth itself, replicated into her very hand.

It was no illusion, no trickery of the eye, but rather a show of her great power; to create an entire planet within her palm, and she let her child see.

- All on a whim.

"It is yours," she breathed before crushing it, just as easily destroying it and turning it into nothing yet again, all with a smile.

Glowing eyes that held entire galaxies watched, entranced.

The familiar voice of her mother was a distant memory that emerged, offering her some comfort as she praised her, 

- "You can create." 

'I've only ever done this in my garden,' (f/n) thought while running her palms over the female's bloodied leg. 

'I think...' She added with uncertainty, no longer certain to what is in her past.

If what she’d seen were her true memories, then this was nothing in comparison.

She also knew browning leaves were nothing close to flesh, yet she was still willing to try.

She eyed the long jagged gash with benevolence the creature had never quite understood and would have studied more if the glowing brilliance that danced over her flesh didn't steal her attention more.

It felt warm, like a ray of sunshine, a comfort she hadn’t known could come from someone else, especially not one outside her kind.

The abused flesh was mended before the gentle pads of dancing fingertips traveled over the length, giving it a final inspection of how tender it was before they  moved onto the various carving over her exposed abdomen.

Multiple lines of different depths were carved over her midsection, each jagged and rough.

'What a mess they made of you...' (f/n) noted, her eyebrows furrowed as she trailed each one with a sorrowed gaze.

In disbelief, the outland creature soon scampered up, testing her new health with the movement. 

A grand smile expressed her great joy before she found herself gazing at (f/n) again, though lacking the initial startle and caution.

 Her enthusiasm very quickly settled as she acknowledged the person who'd made it possible. 

She knew humility, as well as loyalty and recognized the gesture of peace.

The female then hovered over (F/n), soon standing at her full height, making (F/n) realize the true difference between them, which was a whole two heads taller.

'I guess they're not so small,' she thought with a small hitch to her breath before she stood too, silently eyeing the other female, showing no fear.

Perhaps a hint of an unsettled air surrounded her, but her posture didn’t shift, nor did her stern face that showed she was ready for anything that came.

‘ I knew the risk, and yet I acted.’ She reminded herself.

 ‘so now I ask myself ; Would you be kind and show me the same mercy?’ (f/n) idly wondered in anticipation.

‘If your nature is truly that of a beast... then will you at the very least offer me a kinder end?’ She added, hoping that even the most gruesome outcome will be touched by leniency. 

After no initial movement, quietly, (f/n) reached out and was grateful to find compliance at her bold act. 

Silently, her index and middle finger followed the line of crimson that oozed down the larger being's sharp cheek. 

'You are no warrior...' (f/n) thought with sympathy, the blood that caked over the painted marking she wore soon coating her fingers. 

‘I know that much.’ 

'You were nothing more than an easy hunt... for someone intending more harm than glory.

And this was no act of survival on their part.

There was no virtue here; 

 hunting the defenseless.' 

She could accept anyone wanting to survive, slaughtering one of her kind as a form of defense. 

-But she could not justify harming a creature that posed no threat, such as the one before her, especially not on her territory.

conflicting feelings on her mere existence surged, though they equalized as she mused, 

‘If I want to be accepted as I am, how can I judge a creature who is born differently? who cannot fight against it’s own nature?’

Tenderly,  (f/n)'s touch eased before her hand fell to her side and she presented the other woman with a small, halfhearted smile.

After a short moment of peace, a raspy huff left the Tarkatan before she jumped back. 

Though, rather than flee, she stared the kind woman down before her hand reached over her chest and roughly tugged at a dangling accessory she wore, tearing the string that had it properly positioned.

She then stretched her arm out to (f/n), stunning her.

" For me?" (f/n) said with surprise in her demeanor before slowly reaching for the held-out piece, not at all shaken, simply surprised. 

A brief nod was all she got in response, and it roused a sweet smile from her, the expression more true than the previous one. 

'Does this mean a lot to you?' (f/n) wondered. 'Or is this just something you carry around?' She wondered, appreciative of the gesture in spite of what answer would be the truth. 

"Why?" she breathed, still smiling, her heart warm.

"Mercy..." there was a single, guttural word uttered before there were no more glances in exchange, the other female running off with lightning speed, using her healed legs at a max capacity to reach her tribe.

looking down at the necklace, (f/n)  took notice that the center piece was a tooth, one wrapped with what looked like red twine to make an accessory. 

'What is this...?' (f/n) wondered with confusion as she held it up, getting a different angle, 'This looks like a tooth, but it's huge,' She thought with confusion, though still smiling.

Little beads also decorated it, saved from the tear as they were secured by a knot that kept them from shifting.

"- It's a gesture of peace," a familiar voice informed her, and as she heard it, her breath hitched. 

Her silent musing was cut short , and the piece she’d been left with was crushed by dread.

Her grasp on the tooth went tight before she brought it to her chest, her steps faltering as she backed away. 

'Oh no...' She thought to herself, having thought she'd lost him. 

‘You mean to tell me he’s found me all the way out here?’ she thought annoyed. ‘Or has this jerk been following me the whole time?’ she considered, not putting it past him, though wondering how if there was nothing to aid him in that deviousness.

had he watched her the entire time with that smug grin she detested?

   " Those things aren't known to be kind," Black said, as though it wasn't clear before, as though she needed to be reminded.

And it irked her.

"It’s rare...but it’s  A gesture of peace for your kind act," Erron added while delivering a haughty chuckle, the emphasis on the single word detestable in its obnoxiousness.

Though, she overlooked it as she took in his spit of knowledge with understanding. 

It made sense, 

"Mercy..." (f/n) then breathed, understanding, her expression softening. 

It warmed her to think so.

“I didn’t think it was possible,” she said while thinking back to her previous thoughts of the Tarkatan’s as a whole.

" -And I thought you were naïve, but not downright stupid," He then admitted, shaking his head as a low sigh fell from him. 

his right hand went up and calmly his index and thumb held the end of his hat as he tilted his head back to look up at the starless sky.

" she would have eaten you alive if she had the chance," he informed her, and at that (F/n) grit her teeth, her hands fisted to the side.

“-if it had been any other day,” he added softly.

Gone was her face of gentle musing as he continued to talk and belittle her.

'I'm not an idiot...of course, she would have. I'm well aware,' she thought while knowing, the tooth that was in her right palm digging into her flesh.

' but how could I just sit and watch?' she wondered. 

" she pleaded with me; With her eyes, she begged.

 I couldn't understand her, but I know well enough what plea and much more, mercy are. 

-Something you clearly don't know." she said accusingly, speaking through clenched teeth. 

How could anyone turn their back?

' How could I just walk away, knowing that there was a chance I could do something? '

‘ I know what it’s like to be cast away... to be forgotten.’ 

her chin rose higher than he'd seen it rise, and there was a jaded look in her eyes as she offered no room for debate.

‘It’s more than anything you would have ever done you rotten man,’ she thought tiredly.

' Bewitching a cannibalistic beast...' The mercenary thought to himself wearily, watching her, certain she'd yet to understand how remarkable that truly was.

 '- One that would have eaten her without hesitation,' he then added with frustration, a tight-knit between his brows as he continued to watch her, gazing at the way she then looked down at her hands.

She’d taken a moment to gaze down at them as though she was reflecting on her actions, processing the ability.

-And what was possibly it’s true extent.

And he, too glared at them because  the feat of taming such a beast was outshined by how she'd done it. 

It wasn’t just some silly little trick, nor wicked sorcery from what he could surmise.

He’s been witness to enough to know when it was used.

There was no trace of corruption to be detected.

'Just what are you...?' he wondered with the same bitterness laced in his thoughts, though the touch of awe she struck him with was still there too.

The masked man stood beneath the night sky, mesmerized by the moon, enchanted by the beauty to the degree his gaze could not leave its glory. 

He waited there, lonesome until the sound of spurred steps approached, snapping him out of the visiting fog of deep musing he's succumbed to.

- It happened so frequently now...so absurdly often.

He recognized it, though it would soon stop.

Once he had her, she would mend his every burden.

- she’d be his fortune and grace.

His shoulders fell further into a slacked state as he craned his head back more, continuing to admire the scenery above.

"You're late," he commented as the hired mercenary soon stopped at arm's length, releasing a short sigh, dissatisfied himself. 

"-A prior engagement," The cowboy explained, omitting any more details, but they dealt with a certain vampires' who’s persistence was astonishing. 

"Well...it's As expected. you are a busy man after all..." his new client said before turning over to him, " Though I desire your full loyalty once I hire you. 

Meaning...I don't want you distracted by anything else." He said firmly, the tone making Erron's nonchalant stance straighten with annoyance.

"Can do," he said curtly, speaking through tightly pressed teeth.

Silence fell between them before a scroll was passed between them. 

" Erron Black...Have you ever desired something so fiercely...your blood proceeds with an unnatural flow...?" he asked as he then continued to look up at the pillowey clouds above.

"...It burns hot... with a fire you've never known before..." he adds, the words falling short of the true feeling in his chest, but it was the only thing he could say to quickly summarize it.

His glove-covered fingers danced over his torso as he let out a short huff before finally looking over to Erron, knowing the lunacy of his actions, and his words too. 

Amusement danced in his hazel eyes as out of the corner of his eye, he watched the other man look over at him with a sort of disfavor.

-Perhaps his giddiness was strange, unbecoming to him too, but it was something he had trouble suppressing. 

"- Perhaps not," he says as he's greeted with a flat look. 

'Fire...' Black meanwhile thinks, musing over the very color that burns so brightly, and for a moment he's reminded of his own flame, a frequent companion of his that's been the only one to come close. 

Though, it's not worth the mention, because whatever his client harbored then was not simply a fleeting lust and familiarity. 

- It was certainly so much more, because he’d never go out of his way like this guy was.

"- Can't say I know what you mean," Black spoke truthfully. 

Beneath his mask, the dark-cloaked male smiled with vainglory, 

"Of course..." he murmured, because how could he expect anyone to know the feeling? 

"My goddess is... one and only," he states.

"She's stolen the star from our sky, and harbors every single one in her lovely eyes," he state, a comment Black muses over as he trails his eyes up to the darkness that hangs above.

"Has she?" he asks with little trust in his words, only entertaining the man with small talk as he rambles on about his target.

Truthfully, he hadn’t cared too much about the ' why's. ' 

- He never has had following questions, but now as he stares into her eyes, he has far too many. 

It was no exaggeration, they truly were beautiful.

"She would have eaten you alive," he repeated, and she was quick to step towards him, her hardened eyes fierce, 

"And I would have let her if it means upsetting you," she said sternly, and he can detect amusement in her voice, almost as though it struck her with giddiness to scorn him.

 Part of him, perhaps the sadistic side of him considered the idea that maybe, just maybe she’d missed him, and the chance to tease him.

The sound of her voice in that spiteful tone was... anticipated...missed even.

"If it meant I didn't have to fall into your hands again," she sneered after, noticing he had the gun she’d traded right at his hip. 

That, or he’d been lucky enough to find an exact replica which she doubted. 

Whatever the case, she was displeased.

"- If you end up with nothing then I'll die happy," she added with a large smile, her arms stretched out as though she were inviting the opportunity.

Her heart was fiercely racing, and yet, she felt no angst. 

‘Why do I feel so...strange?’ she wondered, not understanding why dread wasn’t the lasting feeling. 

Of course she’d been surprised to know he found her, frightened by his sudden appearance, but it wasn't something that consumed her. 

His laughter then filled the silence that fell in between as he craned his head back, and a nauseatingly warm feeling festered in the pit of her stomach at the sound. 

soon his hands rested at his hips as he looked down at her with mirth. 

" A lot of talk for a gal that's seconds away from being roped again," he taunted, earning him a strange smile from her, one he hadn’t had the delight of seeing until then.

It was nearly kittenish, full of mischief, morso cockiness leftover from the fact that she was special in some sort of way.

'It's strange...' she mused. 

'beneath this darkness... with all of the unknown surrounding me, and much more this man before me... I feel strange.' 

‘Have I missed him?’ It was a question she briefly thought of before she quickly tried to forget it just as shamefully as she tried to overlook how strongly her heart had jumped at the possibility.

He approached her, each step slow, certain as always. 

And soon she took in a sharp breath, calculating.

Her leg went back before jutting forward , kicking the sand before her with all of her mustered strength, sending the risen grains toward him in a blinding cloud that forced him to wither. 

With a short grimace, he picked up his right hand lifting over his eyes as his left hand took the scarf the red-lined scarf up to his nose to not inhale any of the debris. 

He expected her to flee, but to his surprise, she lunged forward, tackling him down as she aimed for his midsection.

 In his moment of surprise, she took advantage, immediately reaching for his gun before she sent it flying far with a swing of her arm. 

With her other hand, she reached for the other at his side before pointing it down at him with eyes that were opened wide, filled with a surprise of her own. 

‘I... I did it...?’

She’s disarmed him, meanwhile, As he looked up at her, his dark eyes were filled with a coat of something that made them seem almost pitch black.

 Rather than the scowl of defeat she expected him to present, he offered her a look of initial surprise that settled into amusement. 

His features lifted with delight as he looked up at the woman and the pointed weapon so close to him it would be an instant end to his long life. 

And while he stared at death, he did what he always did ; 

audaciously tease it. 

His arms lay stretched out at his sides, nowhere near reaching for her, the attempt not there. 

And she felt her heart achingly race as she looked down at him subdued, for the moment. 

His only movement was a heaved chest, the heavy rise suspended as he waited, not knowing what was to come. 

- but there was one thing for sure, he'd never felt so thrilled before in his life. 

#erron black x reader #erron black fanfic #erron black fanfiction #mk erron black #erron black x reader insert #MK 11 #mk fanfic #mk fanfiction #Mortal Kombat #mortal kombat fanfic #mortal kombat fanfiction #part 6

[mk-nightrider]

~A Very Special WIP Whenever~

From the upcoming chapter of Nightrider. A little interlude into the world of little Tomek.

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Sunlight trickled through slim medieval windows like cool honey off a spoon. Stretching across tile floors and climbing up askew covers to slide across pillows right into the face of a still slumbering Tomek. Small features scrunched up as harsh rays pulled him from a blissfully quiet sleep. The first he’d had in what felt like forever to his young mind. Things finally seemed… quiet. Though he could not put his finger on why just yet. 

It wasn’t something he was even keen to ponder at his age nor this early in the day. Instead, the little boy scooted his way blindly across oceans of bed until he found the land he sought. His mother’s arm wrapped carefully around the tiny bundle that was his sister, Wilhelmina. Sleep was roughly rubbed from his eyes as he propped himself up to gaze at her. 

“Meena… Meena, Meena…” He spoke in a sing-song manner, barely above a whisper while he adjusted blankets. Mirroring Skarlet’s own careful actions to make sure her face stayed clear of fabrics when she slept. Once satisfied with his work, Tomek scooted his way up the bed to lay his head against Skarlet’s shoulder. Eyes still fixed on his little sister. He still couldn’t quite fathom it. How something so little, so squishy, could exist.

Simple adoration was soon overtaken by the creeping shadow of more complex emotions. He had a job now. A duty pressed upon him by Kano in the eve before he left them. Sweeping the young boy aside on a walk while Skarlet was busy meeting Wilhelmina’s many needs. Bringing his mismatched eyes level with Tomek’s and clasping large hands over his shoulders. “Tommy… got a job for you, alright? While I’m gone, you gotta look after yer mum and Billie. Got it? Means you gotta toughen up. You’re a big brother now which means you can’t be cryin an’ fussin. Mum’s busy enough with Billie and she’s gonna need your help to keep her safe.” Tomek’s hands curled into fists at the memory. He could do this. He could be tough. He could… A spark of anger flared in his heart. Little fists began to tremble in something akin to betrayal. Ever since the rainstorm he could not think about Kano without feeling angry. It was so strange to him. He had been sad when Kano left, yes. But not angry. Almost as if this anger wasn’t his. A sensation the young boy could never hope to articulate even if he were on speaking terms with the world.

Today though, it felt different. More distant. Easily forgotten when Wilhelmina suddenly let loose a squeaking yawn in her sleep. Adoration returned with a flood of muttering and fussing as he made sure Wilhelmina wasn’t uncomfortable. To make sure teensy razor sharp nails didn’t find their way loose from her swaddle to accidentally scratch her face. 

Still, Tomek was barely done being a toddler. A sense of duty wasn’t enough to keep his mind engaged once his sister settled back to sleep and Skarlet continued to slumber. Boredom sent his eyes searching around the room for stimulation with a familiar shape quickly catching his eye. The smooth black stone he’d plucked from the beaches so long ago it felt more like a dream. A frown tugged at the corner of his lips. What was it doing here? The grouchy man with the funny hat was supposed to have it…

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[gavincruikshanksexhusband]

MK one-shot requests

I'm in a writing mood so I'm opening Mortal Kombat one-shot requests

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Some things:

Don't request Smut, I am 16.

No incest, pedo, non-con, or other gross stuff

X Readers are welcome but anything that isn't male reader will probably be a little odd

Don't hurry me

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That's it, I might be slow depending on how many requests I get but we shall see and I am sorry If it takes too long for your liking

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[complete-clownery]

Hahaha okay rant about this amazing fanfic (you probably heard of this one already but still)

So whenever it comes to explaining and writing under my posts I just get lazy but I need to push through this cuz I need to talk

So the fanarts were made for the lmk fanfiction sunbreak, that a lot of you (probably mostly shadowpeach shippers) had read, and it is amazing, I read trough it as fast as my brain let me and as you can see it has pleasantly scratched my brain so much so that I even (attempted) to make fanart for it

Ngl if I wasn't a major pussy I would try to illustrate the whole thing or make covers for each chapter but Im unable to work on something more than 2 hours and I would want those to look good, but good looking art (if I don't mess up) takes 6 hours ughh--- annoying much---

Anyways I'm not good with literature but man is this fix a masterpiece *chefs kiss* its everything its amazing, I was unable to put it down once I started it

Okay i dont think I have the brain capacity to explain how much I worship the writer of this masterpiece @ladygreenfrisbee , so i'm just going to talk about the drawings a tad

So first picture with Red Son and MK its sort of like an au in the fic where the whole lbd plot is somehow nonexistent and after Macaque gets to his sisters domain they settle down and raise the kids together without much of an issue aside from assassinations keep happening and trying not to get in trouble with the heavens

Id like to think that Gongzhu still wouldn't let the court tailors to put any form of red or gold on MKs outfits and only allowed the yellow after when MK was old enough to declare that yellow was his favorite color, but even now she would insist on some form of purple and shadow motives to let others know who the mother is

We also got baby MK and toddler Red Son and sassy LIF and Mac

Third pic with the lion: I don't know what it was or why but I just love general Song so much--- he's a major dickhead but sgvshshsevkdididhr (actually I kinda love all the original characters in this one, from the generals to the old lady in the beginning of the book, (gosh I also wanna draw some scenes from those chapters I loved how Mac and she interacted hshsjsj))

so chapter 34 was probably my favorite so far I re read it about two more times cuz it was amazing to see Macaque being the schemer he is and try to piss of Song lol

Last picture: its a sketch/a wip or whatever (probably not going to finish it but im still putting it there cuz its somewhat decent looking)

Its the part where Wukong remembered of Macaque finally finding him and asking for him to come back to flower fruit mountain.

I tried to make Macaque look more unhinged on this one but since I didn't finish it I dont think its that noticable so fuck that but I also gave him a halo like the saints to symbolise his suffering and what not (thought it looked cool and fitting think whatever you want about it lol)

And that all ((((hollly mother))))

If you read this trough, thank you and congrats👏👏

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[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS MK1 - "HOW WOULD THEY REACT TO THE PREGNANT READER?"

A/N: an anon asked me for Bi Han's reaction to a pregnant Reader, but then I decided to play several MK men soon, I'll answer all requests too, thanks for the asks and support <3

TW: pregnancy, afab anatomy, paternity mentioned, used "father/mother" to refer to the reader, mention of smut, fluff.

✧ BI HAN ✧

It really depends on what kind of relationship you two have. You can have a "friendship with benefits" with Bi Han, where you look for each other just to have sex, then you end up accidentally getting pregnant and go look for him - obviously afraid, after all, he is Bi Han. So he asks you to meet him in the forest, the same meeting place where you made love in passionate encounters, with Bi Han fucking you hard, whispering how good you were for him, how good your beautiful pussy was on his dick, it was the only moment that the grand master was vulnerable. You saw him in the distance, with his arms crossed and a serious expression on his face as he waited for you to say something so important that made him miss an entire day of liu kuei training. After telling him, he would be surprised for a few minutes, and say: "-Are you sure it's my son?" -Bi Han said with a little too much seriousness in his voice, even aggression while you felt a little offended, but you would say yes, making Bi Han look at the sky, a smile could be seen slightly on his lips as he went at your direction by kneeling in front of your belly and nodding your head. "-I think we will be good parents, our child will have all the honor and power Lin Kuei." -The ice ninja stood up as he held your hand, he would be a good father, even if he was rude at times, he will take care of your pregnancy - and maybe he will want more children in the future with you - he would officially ask you to be his boyfriend/girlfriend or marriage, after all, he needs a partner by his side, especially you who are carrying his offspring.

✧ KUAI LIANG ✧

The two of you also had a friendship with benefits, always together in the lonely early mornings that Kuai would look for you for pleasure and affection, but unlike his brother, Kuai would treat you as if the two of you were already dating, giving you gifts or even forgetting and saying that You were his boyfriend/girlfriend. Over time he started to stay even more at your house, always having sex in every possible place - and often without a condom - so soon your period was late, you felt sick and took a pregnancy test, confirming your suspicions. That night Liang and you had sex again, while you sat next to him on the mattress on the floor with the pregnancy test under the pillow, obviously you were scared, as you saw Kuai look at you worried. "-Is there a problem sweetheart?" -He said, caressing your naked and sweaty waist, after sex, while you sighed and took out the small pregnancy test, with the positive sign, showing it to him without saying anything. Kuai would remain silent for a few minutes, looking at the test in hand while he finally smiled slightly, looking at you fondly. "-Was that it (Y/N)? Why were you afraid to tell me? I'm literally in love with you, it's not just sex for me, I really love you. And we're together for everything, especially this." -Kuai Liang said smiling, hugging you right away, while stroking your hair. "-You will look beautiful as a father/mother, with a huge belly, carrying our child, our family will start now, you and me."

✧ SYZOTH ✧

He's going to faint, no joke, but it's from happiness. Regardless of your relationship, he will be over the moon. Syzoth always wanted a family again, he lost one so he knows the pain and loneliness it is, being alone in the world and without hope, he found you and you started small meetings, sometimes sex, sometimes just watching a movie together or just talking - or sometimes all together, it depends on the mood of the two of you on the day - And this will last for many days, months or even years, he always wanted a title, but you never wanted to put labels on what you two had, what you left He was upset to be honest, but he continued with your conformist carnal encounters while trying to settle for sexual chemistry. But that didn't last long with a fight between the two of you for exactly that reason, you didn't want a relationship but he did, leading to the two of you not seeing each other for two weeks and in the meantime, you discovered you were pregnant, becoming desperate and looking for Syzoth immediately. He was shocked, paralyzed, he was breathing heavily and then passed out seconds later, but he woke up quickly. "-Am I going to be a father??? Am I really going to be a father again?" -Syzoth spoke with a happy smile, taking your shoulders, as he pulled you into a hug, jumping with joy, shedding a few tears in the process, he quickly knelt down, looking at your belly, and placing a kiss over the fabric of your blouse. "-I already love you my child, me and (Y/N) will love you very much." -He stood up, wiping away his tears while looking at you with affection. "-Do you agree to make things official between the two of us (Y/N)? And raise our child? I promise to do everything to protect you, as the father/mother of my son."

✧ REIKO ✧

The two of you were the classic: enemies to lovers, always fighting with each other to stand out more for General Shao Khan or even falling to the punch - without losing the friendship, just a friendly spar, where Reiko and you left bleeding - But there was always sexual tension between the two of you, it was obvious to anyone who saw you, and one day, it became real, with you and Reiko taking a shower after a mission together in the same bathroom and with him teasing you and you teasing back, when you saw it, you had been sitting on Reiko's dick for two hours while he moaned loudly echoing through the box, the sex was incredible and you liked this concept of hating each other and competing in front of everyone, but meeting every night - even though the competitions also applied in the bedroom, with the two of you challenging each other with who was going to cum faster... Reiko always lost - but soon the two of you became more intimate, more passionate, starting to do it without a condom, because Reiko loves make a good creampie in your pussy - after a few weeks, you realized that you were sick and more unwell for training, making him also worry, so you went to an exo terra healer, proving that you were expecting Reiko's child . You didn't know how to tell him, but you didn't have to, he followed you and heard everything, waiting for you outside with your arms crossed and a slight smile on your face. "-Well, I think we're going to be parents now, right? And this child is going to be very dear to me (Y/N), you can trust me." -Reiko spoke sincerely, while placing a hand on your shoulder, kissing you on the forehead. "-And we both know that this child will be like me, he will be born strong like me and-" -He spoke but you soon disagreed, leading the two of you to walk hand in hand while talking/arguing amicably with whoever your son was going to look like.

✧ SHANG TSUNG ✧

He was never a sentimental man, but you were the only person who got to see a softer side of Shang, he was still arrogant but less selfish when it came to you. The two of you met in his castle, where he studied various spells every night and liked to show off to you, at first it was just a friendship, but Shang fell in love with you which led you to have sex on his table, with first time showing you a soft side, as he thrust his hips into you, moaning loudly as he bit your neck. This became a routine, mainly sitting on Shang's lap with his entire dick in your pussy, while he studied some spells, letting you enjoy the pleasure. He's different from everyone else on the list, he knows you're pregnant before you can even open your mouth to tell him. You ran into his castle with tears in your eyes, ready to tell him, but he smiled at you with his back turned, it wasn't a forced or sarcastic smile, it was something soft, something real. "-Oh really? I already knew my cute little voodoo doll, have you already chosen a name? How about something big? After all, this child is mine." -He spoke with his chin raised and genuinely happy, as he called you closer, putting you on his lap and quickly kissing you, caressing your cheek. "-I will take care of you two, you as the father/mother of my child, and this child... I really want you by my side (Y/N)."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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[thisonehere]

How they'd react to finding you crying

Fluff+Comfort headkanons

C/w: none

Characters: Bi-Han, Reiko, Syzoth, Raiden

Bi-Han

As Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, Bi-Han has little time and care to cater to the emotional needs of others. That, and he doesn't know much about showing affection and emotional support to others.

While on his way to attend to his duties, Bi-Han couldn't help but hear a slight sniffle sound followed by a muffled whimper. He tries to ignore it but he can't help but be concerned by what he hears. Especially considering the fact that this noise sounds familiar.

So he follows the noise, opens the door and he finds you hiding away as you cry.

Your face was buried in your hands as you whimpered and sobbed.

This took Bi-Han by suprise, he had never seen you like this before. He didn't like it. He wanted to berate you for showing such weakness... but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Seeing you like this made him feel something, sadness, concern, and anger. He wanted to know who did this to make you stoop to this level, he wanted to know what hurt you, what hurt you. He'd kill them for this.

Briskly, he cleared his throat, grabbing your attention. You straighten up immediately as you begin to wipe away your tears.

You felt so embarrassed to like this in front of him of all people, You immediately expected the Grandmaster to yell at you for being in this state, for being so sloppy as for someone to find you and see you at such a level of weakness.

But instead, he sighs as he sits next to you.

His eyes study for some time. You feel your body stiffen up and you hold your breath. "What did he want?" you thought to yourself.

After who knows how long, Bi-Han finally speaks "Tell me everything." He demanded. His words were so commanding, yet you couldn't help but sense a softness in them, a sincerity was hidden in his words. It made you feel special like you were the only one who mattered at this moment.

So you tell him, you tell him everything that leads up to this moment. And get this... he listens. He stares at you attentively as he takes in every word.

As you tell him everything, you can't help but begin to cry all over again. You begin to get scared, surely this is the moment that this man will snap at you.

Your body shivers as you feel a finger gently glide against your face and wipe away one of the tears.

You look Bi-han in his eyes and he returns the gaze. His eyes bring a strange calm over you as you feel validated... loved. This is so strange, to feel a sensation from him of all people.

You are shocked again as he wraps his arm around you, the cold of his body is strangely welcoming as it calms you down even more. A shiver goes down your spine but in a good way.

As Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, Bi-Han has little time and care to cater to the emotional needs of others. That, and he doesn't know much about showing affection and emotional support to others.

While on his way to attend to his duties, Bi-Han couldn't help but hear a slight sniffle sound followed by a muffled whimper. He tries to ignore it but he can't help but be concerned by what he hears. Especially considering the fact that this noise sounds familiar.

So he follows the noise, and he finds you hiding away as you cry.

Your face was buried in your hands as you whimpered and sobbed.

This took Bi-Han by suprise, he had never seen you like this before. He didn't like it. He wanted to berate you for showing such weakness... but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Seeing you like this made him feel something, sadness, concern, and anger. He wanted to know who did this to make you stoop to this level, he wanted to know what hurt you, what hurt you. He'd kill them for this.

Briskly, he cleared his throat, grabbing your attention. You straighten up immediately as you begin to wipe away your tears.

You felt so embarrassed to like this in front of him of all people, You immediately expected the Grandmaster to yell at you for being in this state, for being so sloppy as for someone to find you and see you at such a level of weakness.

But instead, he sighs as he sits next to you.

His eyes study for some time. You feel your body stiffen up and you hold your breath. "What did he want?" you thought to yourself.

After who knows how long, Bi-Han finally speaks "Tell me everything." He demanded. His words were so commanding, yet you couldn't help but sense a softness in them, a sincerity was hidden in his words. It made you feel special like you were the only one who mattered at this moment.

So you tell him, you tell him everything that leads up to this moment. And get this... he listens. He stares at you attentively as he takes in every word.

As you tell him everything, you can't help but begin to cry all over again. You begin to get scared, surely this is the moment that this man will snap at you.

Your body shivers as you feel a finger gently glide against your face and wipe away one of the tears.

You look Bi-han in his eyes and he returns the gaze. His eyes bring a strange calm over you as you feel validated and loved. This is so strange, to feel a sensation from him of all people.

You are shocked again as he wraps his arm around you, the cold of his body is strangely welcoming as it calms you down even more. A shiver goes down your spine but in a good way.

Reiko

Feelings never were a problem for Reiko. Well, his more wild and violent feeling to be precise. Showing empathy for others was never his strongest suit, his time during the wars as well as serving Shao didn't help matters.

While attending to duties as second in command to Shao, Reiko's ears couldn't help but pick up a strange sound. A sniffle, and then a whimper.

Reiko's mouth curled into a cruel smile as she recognised this sound. He is a sadistic man, so he gets a kick out of hearing things such as this. He enthusiastically follows this noise.

Finding the source of this sound of anguish, Reiko smiles to himself as he slowly and gently opens the door just a little and takes a peep inside at whoever is making this wonderful noise.

He sees it's you.

His smile quickly drops as he realizes this. He usually enjoys the suffering of others, except when it comes to you.

The door swings open, this takes you by surprise and causes you to look up. Reiko stands at the doorway with a confused and concerned look on his face.

Neither of you didn't know what to do so you just stared at each other for what felt like hours.

Finally, Reiko's face turns into a snarl "Who did this?" He demands as he takes out a knife. "I'll find them, and I'll make them suffer in ways that the realms have never seen!" He promises as his eyes burn with a wild passion.

You are finally able to calm him down after moments of his wild raving and promises of vengeance. You convince him to sit next to you and listen.

You tell him everything that happened, and your eyes begin to fill with tears again.

Reiko stares at you for some time, seeing you in this state is so strange for him. He never truly thought of you in this level of pain. It does something to him, it hurts him.

He awkwardly wraps his arms around you, it's the only thing he can think. But it works, to both his your suprise.

You melt in his embrace and lay your head on his chest. You hear his heartbeat and it is soothing for some reason.

You sigh with sudden relief, for the first time in a while, you feel safe.... with him of all people.

Syzoth

Syzoth is no stranger to feelings. Especially grief and sadness. He did lose his family after all. Feeling empathy for others is no problem, showing it to others is even less of a problem.

While going about his day, Syzoth's focus is disrupted when he hears a storage noise. Sniffling. He immediately recognises this noise. He has found himself crying many nights, while under Shang Tsung's thumb as a slave, and even now after learning of the loss of his family.

Out of concern, he follows the sound until he finds himself outside the door of the room you are hiding in. Trying to hide away from everyone else. Syzoth quickly understands and relates to these actions. He needed many moments to hide away and deal with his own emotions.

He gently opens it and pears inside. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees that it's you who's weeping. It... hurts him to see you like this.

He gently opens the door, staring at your widened eyes. "Y/n?" he gently asks.

Though he made some effort to be gentle, you were still startled by him. You jump in surprise, Szyoth raises his hands slightly to calm you down and show he wasn't there to harm you.

He asks if he could sit down next to you. You agree and softy seated himself to you. Not too close but not too far either.

He at first attempts to make small talk, hoping it would help you feel better. He would talk about the weather, the way the living forest sometimes felt like it was about to eat him, anything to distract you from your own grief.

Finally, he sees that this does help you and decides to just talk about what ails you.

You tell him everything, you don't know why, but you feel a sense of safety enough to open up to him.

Syzoth listens attentively to every word, careful to miss a single detail.

As you reminisce about the actions that led to this, you feel yourself succumbing to grief once again. Tears fall from once again.

Syzoth's own eyes begin to water upon seeing your pain. He lightly takes his finger and wipes away some of your tears.

He wraps an arm and brings you close to him. You rest your head on his shoulder.

Syzoth is usually cold-blooded (literally), but at this moment, he feels warm and welcoming. As if he is willing to alter his biology to comfort you. It makes you feel safe.

Soon all the troubles seem to go away as you focus on the welcoming embrace of Syzoth's body.

You can't help but notice tears that are not yours begin to fall. You look up and see that Syzoth himself has begins to cry slightly, moved by your sorrow.

Syzoth jerks back in surprise, his cheeks flash red in embarrassment. He tries to laugh it off, but you yyour arms wrap around him as you pull him in for a hug Syzoth is suprises, but he waists no time to reciprocate as he wraps his arms around you. For a moment nothing matters to the both of your, you are in the moment, you enjoy each others company.

Raiden

Emotions have always been a foreign thing to Raiden. Not that he's incapable of feeling it, no, he feels many emotions all the time. The problem stems from the fact that he cannot properly express how he feels nor show it to anyone else. This could be the doing of Liu Kang, as an attempt to prevent another Dark Raiden from occurring. Either way, Emotions are not his strongest suite.

While training the Wu Shi, Raiden stepped away for a moment. As he did he heard a strange noise coming from not so far away.

Raiden follows it, out of concern that someone got hurt.

As he approaches He slowly realizes what these sounds are: Crying. Now all Raiden had to know was what happened and who was hurt.

He slowly opens the door and shyly pears inside. He opens his mouth to announce his presence. But he is interrupted when he see's it is: you.

Raiden feels the world goes still as he looks at you. You were in pain not physically, but emotionally.

He doesn't know what to do. For some time he just stands there and stare as you ball your eyes out.

Finally he decides to through caution the wind and abruptly sits next to you.

It's an awkward moment for the both of you as you two just sit there, not sure of what to do next.

Raiden finally turns to you and speaks, he asks if you were okay.

Your first response is to fake a smile and try to pretend like everything was okay, you didn't want Raiden to see you like this, it was so embarrassing.

As you try to pretend like everything was okay, Raiden can quickly see through you and tell you that everything was definitely not okay.

Raiden places a hand on your shoulder, "Y/n, It's okay. You can tell me." he says calmly.

Suddenly, a wave of tears spill out of your eyes, You begin to tell him everything. Raiden stares at you as you speak. He has never seen you in this state of grief and pain. It's so much for him to take in.

Raiden somehow feels your pain, it is so much for him. He doesn't know quite what to do, all he knows is that you are in pain and you need someone, even if that someone is him.

He pulls i for an embrace, it's sudden and very awkward, but it's just what you need/

As you cry in your arms, you feel Raiden as he becomes overwhelmed with you anguish. You feel electricity to form around you both, but it doesn't hurt, in fact, it makes you feel better. it's as if it's force field, blocking away the world so that it is just the two of you. It makes you feel so safe, secured, as if no one can hurt anymore. At this, you finally smile.

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[mlmxreader]

My Agent | Johnny Cage x m!reader (🍋)

『••✎••』 ↳ ❝ Just wanted to say I ADORE your writing, literally feeding the males and the gays and it’s just- *Chefs kiss.*

Was wondering if I could request a Johnny cage(mk1) fic where M!reader is his new agent(?) who Johnny instantly takes a liking to because they can match his wits? Was thinking something like Johnny having the reader ride him in his personal limo after they leave a gala, like back to chest type beat? I don’t mind any other kinks tbh.

Have a great day/night!

-🦊 anon (is that how that works???) ❞

: ̗̀➛ Johnny takes an immense liking to his new agent, even if he wasn't exactly keen on hiring somebody new.

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

: ̗̀➛ anal sex, breeding kink, LIGHT (very light) choking kink, swearing

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At first, Johnny was far from keen at even the thought of having a new agent, but given that there wasn’t much he could do about it, he did begrudgingly accept your offer; all of your previous references checked out, more shining than anything else.

Johnny had to wonder - why would you want to work for him when you had been working as an agent for a much bigger, more famous, Hollywood star?

He was suspicious, until he read in the papers that your previous employer had retired from acting. He needed an agent though, so he couldn't exactly turn you away given that his last one quit on him. Something about his ego.

The rest of Johnny's team liked you though, his publicist said you were a good looking guy, presumably single, dedicated to your work and not shy of bragging about who you had worked with before. His assistant told him that you were more than good looking, and that you were funny.

Johnny had no idea that the day he met you, he would fall absolutely head over heels the second you opened your mouth. Mouthy like him, flirtatious and charming and fuck… you were certainly funny, and Johnny could only think about how his publicist and assistant bad lied to him: you weren't just handsome, you weren't just good looking.

You were the single most fucking stunning man Johnny had ever laid his eyes on.

Love at first sight, Johnny did everything he could to woo you; lavish and luxurious dates, spoiling you with whatever you happened to nonchalantly mention that you liked - clothes, food, bits and pieces for your home, if you mentioned it, Johnny bought it the next day. He adored that you could actually match his wit and humour, even more so that you sometimes left him absolutely speechless and just gawking at you with a slight grin.

But it paid off, and although the relationship wasn't public - Johnny was sure that there would be a mass amount of animosity towards you for fucking your boss and an equal amount towards him for fucking his employee - he took you to every public event as his plus one.

People thought that it was sweet of him, and often referred to you as his "close friend/agent". They had no idea.

Of course, Johnny took you with him to the most recent gala; showing you off to his Hollywood friends, proudly grinning as he placed his hand between your shoulders and told them who you were. Winking at you when a few of them handed you their cards and asked if you could represent them as well; he would shake his head and laugh.

"No, unfortunately, he's all mine."

The comment made you laugh, heart pounding as you leaned into him slightly, all but hanging off of his arm; you mostly kept quiet during the events though, even if Johnny did try and encourage you to be yourself. You couldn't turn your professional mode off, you never could, but you were slowly starting to let it slip slightly.

At the end of the night, Johnny had you in the back of his private limousine, your shoes and trousers and boxers scattered on the floor. His trousers and boxers pushed down to his ankles. You were so fucking glad he kept a bottle of lube in the seat pocket.

Your back against his chest as he held one hand against your throat, the other on the inside of your thigh; he pushed his hips up, fucking your ass as you let out a soft moan of his name.

"Shit, Johnny," you breathed out. "You're almost as good at this as I am."

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart," Johnny growled out, softly kissing your neck. "I've got a lot more planned for tonight."

You ground against him, gripping your cock and slowly stroking it. "No homo, though, right?"

Laughing softly, Johnny gently bit down on your neck, his grip on your thigh getting slightly tighter, fingernails digging into your skin. "I think it's a little late for that, don't you?"

"You're right," you chuckled quietly. "It's way too late for- oh, fuck! Right there!"

He grunted softly, picking up his pace a little bit, the sound of skin slapping taking over the sound of the radio in the front; 'International Love' by Pitbull was playing. You threw your head back against his shoulder, panting heavily as you begged him for more.

"Switch positions," Johnny panted out, pushing you off of him when you agreed before making you turn around.

He was quick to pull you back, thrusting into your ass and letting you hold onto his shoulders, his hand firmly around your throat but not squeezing. He could feel your pulse against his fingertips as you stared into his big brown eyes.

He swallowed thickly, thinking about whether or not to say it. Fuck it. It could wait.

You felt so good, like your ass was made to take every inch of his cock; he couldn't help it, pulling you down for a kiss and stealing every single ounce of breath that you had.

"Johnny," you whimpered upon pulling away, your hands on his chest as you pressed your face against the side of his neck. Forcing his grip on your throat to let go. "Fuck…"

"You want me to breed you?" Johnny asked, chest heaving as he reached around and grabbed both your ass cheeks. "Huh? You want me to breed your perfect ass?"

You nodded.

"C'mon, sweetheart," he breathed out. "Use your words like a good boy."

"I want you to breed me, Johnny," you said quietly. "Please."

It was music to his fucking ears as he picked up his pace, fucking up into you as quickly as he could and as hard as he could. The sounds of your moans and grunts and his harsh breaths and soft growls mingled with the slapping of skin, much, much louder than the radio.

He was getting close, but he was behind you; he didn't care, keeping up the pace until he could feel you cumming on his stomach, staining his shirt. He could get it washed.

"Finish in me, Johnny," you begged. "Please, Johnny, finish in me, breed me."

Johnny was all too eager to oblige, filling and stuffing you with his cum as his orgasm washed over him; but he didn't care, fucking it back into you as he tilted his head back slightly and closed his eyes. Your ass clenching around his cock. Fuck.

He kept going, desperate to fill you and to make you all his. Fuck. You felt so good, he didn't want to stop. But when you tapped his left ear, he knew he had to.

He gave you time to get off of him, letting you flop on the seat beside him; Johnny couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you pulled your trousers and boxers back on at the same time he did. Fuck. You were definitely a keeper.

"Johnny?"

"Hmm?"

"If you're gonna stare like that, you better be thinking about round two."

Johnny grinned as he licked his lips. "Oh, don't worry. I am."

He didn't say it. He wanted to, but he couldn't. He'd wait for later. Maybe when you were half asleep next to him so he could deny that he ever said it if you didn't feel the same.

"I love you," you told him with a smile, moving to sit back on his lap.

For a moment, Johnny stared at you, nearly gawking. "Huh?"

"I love you," you told him.

"Can we start round two now?"

"John."

He swallowed thickly, daring to grin. "I love you, too."

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[runningwithscizzorz]

My heart was legitimately beating in my ears and my whole body was shaking at the end of this chapter.

I’ve been so unmotivated to draw fully colored comics because I’ve been so depressed at the state of the world, and this chapter grabbed me by my neck and DRAGGED me out of my hiatus holy GOD. Thank you PittedPeaches for emotionally ripping me to pieces with this amazing build up and pay off with this most recent chapter, I seriously jumped out of my seat to draw this after reading it.

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[quartzalynlove]

Coming Home Injured

Pairing: Liu Kang, Kenshi, Johnny Cage, Raiden, Sub Zero, Scorpion, Smoke, Reptile x fem!reader (separately)

Summary: returning from a mission with a few bad injuries

Warnings: Canon typical violence, some descriptions of bad wounds

A/N: let's see if I can make personalized pet names for each of them without them being cringe. Feedback encouraged. Also if we're gonna keep writing for all 8 of these guys at once it's gonna take a minute for me to post so sorry abt that but more mk1 content is coming

Liu Kang

The two of you sat in silence from the moment you returned home. You had completed the mission, but only by an inch of your life. The image of Liu Kang's concerned face, before you fainted in his arms, was still clear in your head.

Liu Kang assessed your injuries before treating them, trying not to be alarmed by the long, deep gash cut from your side into your abdomen. All the while, that look on his face never faded. You had seen Liu Kang when he was concerned many times, but this was different. That crease between his brows was deeper for some reason. As his hands shook, uncharacteristically, while he cleaned your wound, you finally identified the expression. It was the same one you saw when Kenshi lost his sight on the mission to capture Shang Tsung.

"Darling," your voice was weak as you looked down at him.

Immediately, Liu Kang's eyes shot up at you. With his worry growing, he placed a hand on your thigh.

"My light, please do not exert yourself."

Slowly, your hand took hold of his. Your grip was so weak that Liu Kang could hardly bear it. Instead, he took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles. You felt a shuddering breath against your skin as he pulled away.

"Don't you think you're a bit too concerned?" You asked.

With deep regret, Liu Kang bowed his head, not able to look at what he'd done to you.

"You shouldn't have returned this injured," his low voice started to break. "I shouldn't have—"

You stopped him before he could say another thing, "Lift your head," you told him.

Liu Kang looked up at you, slowly, his breaths still heavy and unsteady.

"You used your judgment as well as you could, and I fulfilled your orders. I came back to you."

Starting to calm, Liu Kang nodded in understanding.

"Not every round of Kombat is easy, but I'll be okay."

Upon seeing your reassuring smile, Liu Kang's breathing finally steadied, and his grip on your hand started to soften.

Kenshi

You winced in pain as Kenshi finished a stitch on a rather brutal injury. If he hadn't gotten to you sooner, the blood loss would have killed you. What you did lose on your staggering trek back home already made you lightheaded. Kenshi insisted on you resting; he made you something to eat and made sure you were drinking water. As you laid on the couch, resting yourself after a tough mission, Kenshi was rubbing your feet. You noticed his clenched jaw and the tight line his lips formed. Part of you wished you could sit up and hold his face, but you didn't want to risk popping a stitch while it was still fresh.

"What's on your mind, Kenshi?"

He turned toward your voice before trying to dismiss you with a shake of his head. "Nothing, my flower. Please try to rest."

"Don't say 'nothing' when it's clearly something, love."

You didn't say anything else, still too out of it to try and coax anything else from him. Thankfully, he wasn't going to make you do the work.

"I should've been there," He said quietly. "If I were there to protect you, you this wouldn't have happened."

Kenshi was such a gentleman, your very own knight in shining armor, but he often piled too much on his plate without noticing. He did know he didn't have to save you every time, didn't he?

A lazy smile graced your face, "Honey, I'm fine." You told him.

"You aren't fine—"

You interrupted, "I'll be fine," you said slowly. "You've patched my wounds, forced food and water down my throat, and you're even keeping me company here and rubbing my feet. You've saved me already, my hero."

Kenshi sighed as your words put him at ease, silently accepting that you were right.

"Besides," you continued. "I'm a big girl; I can handle myself. You should ask Sento to show you the other guy."

As Kenshi started to chuckle, you wore a proud smile before feeling yourself fall asleep on the couch.

Johnny Cage

Johnny was all over the place. While you held onto your side on the couch, he searched the area frantically for God knows what. All you could hear was his half-rambled sentences around.

"Johnny." You tried to get his attention.

He stopped for just a second just to point a finger at you. "Hey, don't move over there. I just gotta..."

As he left again, you let your head fall back, sighing in pain.

"I'm calling Liu Kang." You said.

Something in the kitchen clattered as Johnny shouted. "No, don't call him; I've got this!"

"I've been bleeding on our couch for five minutes!"

Sighing, Johnny came back again and looked at you. In any other circumstance, it would be cute how frantic he was over you. Unfortunately, however, your life was at stake and he was running around the house like the Roadrunner. Finally, Johnny finished assessing your injuries.

"Water," he snapped his fingers. "I'll get you some water."

"Johnny!" You stopped him before he could take off again.

In Johnny's defense, he was very worried. It was written all over his face. As you sighed, you spoke to him very carefully.

"I keep a first aid kit in the bathroom cabinet."

With many understanding nods, Johnny seemed to calm down before heading to the bathroom.

"First aid kit," he said to himself. "Why didn't I think of that?"

Raiden

You didn't know how you were still alive, and if it weren't for Raiden, you'd surely be dead. Once you got through the portal, you tried to make it home to him, but Raiden ended up finding you collapsed on the academy grounds as blood quickly made a pool around your stomach. When you came to, the only sensation you could make out was Raiden's feet striking the ground as he ran with you in his arms. You must have managed to say something because you saw his eyes meet yours before darkness obstructed your vision again

The next time you woke you were somewhere indoors. A bright yellow light blinded you before your eyes could adjust. You felt Raiden squeeze your hand as your head turned.

"You're awake." He gasped.

All you could muster was a faint smile. That searing pain from the gash that opened your stomach still wasn't gone.

"Not for long." You said weakly.

Raiden's face became worried as he inched closer to you from his chair at your side.

"I must keep you awake," he said almost as a plea to you. "I've taken you to the medics, and they said if you wake I couldn't let you close your eyes again."

You whined with a frown. "It hurts, Raiden."

Raiden brought his free hand on top of yours, trying to comfort you with small rubs.

"I know, but I am here. I've got you."

As you looked at Raiden, the pain seemed to lessen. Everything felt warmer as long as you focused on him.

"I bet Shao thought he killed me." You said.

A bright smile appeared on Raiden's face at your decision to stay with him. "He is in for a surprise the next time you meet."

Sub Zero

You were a victim of Bi-Han's cold frustration. Honestly, it agitated you more than the searing pain caused by the cleaning of the open wound across your side.

From the moment you came back to him, limping through the front door with the last of your strength, he didn't utter a sound. You remained in awkward silence as he had you sit on the kitchen counter with your back straight while he patched you up.

As he stitched you up, Bi-Han was moving at a harsh pace. It wouldn't harm your wound, but it was almost more painful than the wound itself. Bi-Han was aware of the sharp breaths you sucked in and pained gasps, but they were no deterrent to quickness.

"Bi-Han," you finally snapped at him.

With a cocked eyebrow, Bi-Han stepped back, eyeing you with such an icy glare and that scowl you thought wasn't welcome in your home.

Your eyes searched his face, hoping to find your lover buried beneath that avalanche, "You're hurting me." You said.

A scoff came from Bi-Han as he attempted to work on you once again. "This can't hurt nearly as bad as your other injuries."

You wouldn't let him come back to you, however, pushing him back with the palm of your hand. "Well, it isn't exactly helping."

Bi-Han folded his arms over his chest. "Do you expect me to coddle you?"

"Some sympathy wouldn't hurt." You spat back.

In disbelief, Bi-Han came back to you, forcing himself into your view. "You want my sympathy for the consequences of your reckless actions? My assistance is enough comfort."

He readied the needle for the next stitch, but before he could jam another hole into you, you took the needle out of his hand.

You didn't look at him as you spoke. "I would rather help myself."

After staring at you for a moment, Bi-Han walked away with a grunt. However, even as he started to leave, your wincing continued. You tried to finish the stitching yourself, but the wound was in such a place that you couldn't reach it without straining the rest of your body. Not to mention aggravating the wound itself.

Bi-Han couldn't bear to watch and listen to you struggle. You were only hurting yourself more. Casting his face down for a moment, Bi-Han exhaled before returning to your side.

Before you could begin another stitch, you felt a cold hand stop the needle.

"The stitching will be ineffective this way."

That growl had left Bi-Han's voice, and his face softened, save the deep crease between his brows. Although his gaze would not meet yours, you gave the needle back to Bi-Han, feeling in the air that his anger had dissipated. As he went to work once again, he was much more gentle, and his work didn't hurt nearly as much. Still, he was very quiet. It was clear he wasn't angry with you anymore, but something still troubled him.

Once the stitch was finished, Bi-Han went to tend to your smaller injuries, remaining so quiet and drawn away from you. As he went to clean a cut on your cheek his eyes remained fixated on the wound, not once glancing towards you. Becoming concerned for him, you stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm.

"Bi-Han," you began turning to face him, but his face turned away. "Will you look at me, sweetheart?"

He couldn't; he was ashamed to do so. Although he should have had better control over himself, Bi-Han lost his temper with you.

"I was worried," he said, his face finally falling. "Seeing you come home in this state concerned me. I'm sorry I let it contort into anger."

With a small smile, you took the side of Bi-Han's face in your hand, fixing it towards you. It melted him a bit to see your face. Even after how he had acted, you still smiled at him.

"I knew of your anger long before we got together," you said. "And while it can be frustrating, that doesn't mean I'm not willing to work through it as long as you are."

Bi-Han leaned into your touch, sighing as he let his eyes close. "Just promise you'll act more carefully on future missions."

Scorpion

Kuai Liang tended to the large gash across the length of the back. The wound was deep and wide, he could hardly fathom how this had happened to you. However, his focus remained on bandaging you before it suffered any infection. Kuai Liang worked gently as he secured the bandages around you, but you dreaded turning back to him. Once you did, you turned away quickly from his gentle face, eager to get away from where his eyes gazed. Confused by this, he stopped you, taking a soft but firm hold of your arm.

"You should let me help with getting you ready for bed. I don't want you exhausting yourself, precious."

You huffed, but couldn't lose your temper with Kuai Liang's warm eyes gazing at you. Still, you snatched your arm back, turning your back to him again.

"I can manage, Kuai Liang." Your tone wasn't exactly angry but somber instead, bringing a confused expression to Kuai Liang's face.

He started to catch up to you again, "Your injuries are very serious, Y/N." He said as a word of caution.

As your jaw clenched, you quickly turned back to Kuai Liang, your tone more serious now. "And I said I can manage."

Suddenly, a sharp pain radiated through your shoulder, causing you to wince and grab at it. You turned too fast. Kuai Liang placed a hand on your shoulder, generating the softest heat to ease the pain.

"Beloved, what is wrong," He said with concern as he turned back in front of you. "It can't just be your injuries making you this upset."

With a soft sigh, you started to break your frustration, letting the sadness you truly felt manifest in your face, "Aren't you disappointed?" You looked up at him.

Kuai Liang's brows furrowed in confusion. Your expression was so sad and apologetic. How could you think he was disappointed?

"In you," he asked in disbelief. "Of course not, precious. Why would I be?"

Gesturing to yourself, you let out a shuddering breath, "Look at me," your voice began to break. "This is no state for a champion to be in after Kombat,"

Kuai Liang felt his heart break; he knew you always held yourself to a status that kept you worthy of the mantle that was Earthrealm's champion, but he hated to see you acting this harshly towards yourself.

As tears started forming in your eyes, you continued. "You and your brothers fight to bring honor to your clan's name; you persist no matter the challenge. How can I be a champion when I haven't done the same for Earthrealm?"

You faced the floor as tears streamed down your cheek, but Kuai Liang wouldn't let you shut yourself out from him again. Lifting your head with his index finger, Kuai Liang started wiping your tears as his hands cradled your face.

"Beloved," his voice was soft as he spoke to you. "You accepted your challenge and fought with all you had. Honor isn't about winning but fighting valiantly in the name of your clan. By engaging in Kombat for the glory of Earthrealm and its champions, you have brought honor. For that, I am proud of you as I always am."

As your tears slowed, Kuai Liang gazed into your eyes with a nod of understanding. Once you nodded back, he planted a kiss on top of your head.

Smoke

Tomas hadn't left your side since you returned home last night, and though he tried his best to conceal it, you could feel how worried he was. All of your wounds were patched up, and you were starting to feel better, but he still insisted on doing every little thing for you. It was sweet; you knew how much he cared for his loved ones, especially you, but he did know you'd be okay, right?

By the time you had woken up, Tomas was in the shower, and you were starving. It wasn't going to strain you to cook breakfast, so that's what you went to do.

You had just begun cooking when Tomas came out of the shower. When he returned to your bedroom and found the bed to be empty, he froze in fear. Frantically, he hurried around the house, looking for you. It didn't take him long to reach the kitchen where you were cooking at the stove.

"What are you doing out of bed, my love?"

You turned to see Tomas' concerned face. Smiling, in hopes you would put him at ease, you gestured to the pan of bacon on the stove.

"Cooking," you answered him. "I'm hungry; I bet you are too."

With a small frown, Tomas sighed softly as he leaned against the island, "I could've handled this." He said.

As you turned back to the stove, you nodded. "Yes, but you were in the shower. Besides, I felt like cooking."

You could hear Tomas grumbling behind you as he came closer. Suddenly, he put his hand on top of yours, trying to take the pan from you.

"I'd much prefer it if you stayed in bed, my love."

Tightening your grip, you looked back at him. "I've been in bed since yesterday evening, let me cook us breakfast."

By this point, Tomas didn't know what to do other than pout disapprovingly, but you weren't going to have it.

"Tomas," you called him. "Look at me."

With a sigh, he listened, backing up to eye you before you explained your instruction.

"I'm doing better. It's not like I'm going to fall over at the stove."

He tried to interrupt, "You don't—" But you silenced him with a hand on the center of his chest.

You continued softly. "Go sit down and wait for your food."

The two of you shared a brief look before you closed your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you. Once he did, you opened your eyes to Tomas walking to sit at the table.

Reptile

You hissed as Syzoth finished a stitch on your shoulder.

"I know it hurts, but we're almost done." He tried to calm you.

Usually, you tried to fight him when he patched you up, but you came home in pretty rough shape. The only complaining you could manage was in the form of winces and grunts. Syzoth never really minded, though. If anything you reminded him of his younger siblings when they'd hurt themselves playing.

"There," He said, putting the needle down. "You'll be fine in a few days."

As Syzoth looked at you with a soft face, you couldn't help feeling a small sense of shame.

"I'm sorry." You apologized, playing with your hands in your lap.

Syzoth tilted his head at you. "For what?"

"I can be so stubborn when you're only trying to help."

An incredulous slithering laugh started to leave Syzoth at your words, confusing you a bit. Putting your hands in his, Syzoth looked into your eyes.

"Firefly, I have faced much worse than you upset about getting a few stitches. As long as you're okay, you can bicker and grunt at me all you like."

Syzoth kissed you on the forehead before leading you to the bed.

"I never did ask how your opponent ended up." He looked over at you.

With a proud smile, you answered him. "Let's just say if I was injured the same, would have done more than bicker at you."

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[seraphmeraph]

yall life lowkey kicking my ass but I gotchu with the Bi Han smut

Pussy Drunk Bi Han

MK1 smut with bbg Bi Han

TW: 18+, oral sex, eating out, degrading, overstimulation, AFAB reader, dom!bi-han, sub!reader, yeah

A/N: So I am currently working on requests but I'm hella slow with it so heres a little thing I put together

Bi Han had his head burrowed between your thighs, lapping at your pussy like there was no tomorrow. It seemed like he had been there for decades, his rough hands wrapped around your thighs.

"Bi Han," You whined, overstimulated and exhausted. "Please, enough," You whimpered, attempting to close your legs, but he kept them pried open.

"Be a good slut and keep them opened," He practically growled, his voice low and deep. His frigid fingers dug into your exposed skin, bruising it. His lips sucked harshly at your clit.

As much as you wanted to grab his hair, you knew he'd likely punish you for not being able to keep your hands off him.

Bi Han took a hand off your thigh, delving two digits back into your heat. You arched your back as he began pumping in and out, causing you to whine and whimper out his name. You felt a familiar painful knot form in your stomach.

He continued to suck harshly, curling his fingers to abuse your sweet spot. He pulled his lips away, "Embrace your pleasure." He looked up at you, watching you finally reach your breaking point.

You screamed out Bi Han's name as another orgasm came over you. Your legs shook as you panted, Bi Han's tongue returning to lick up your juices. His tongue was ice cold as he cleaned you with his tongue.

Keeping his fingers inside you, his other hand touched your cheek, caressing it. "Such a pretty little thing. I'm going to make you come until I'm satisfied," He spoke tenderly despite his words. He kissed your lips lovingly.

You better pray because he's far from satisfied.

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[skywillow28022]

Comic version of chapter one of my fic, "Well Yes, but actually no"

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