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hello 🫶🏻🫶🏻 can i req a peter parker x stark!reader who r also bffs (with feelings 4 eachother) where both of them have this little game they like to play with eachother where they make up like insane conversations and the other has to follow along until they get tired ?? like “oh you look fine even though you got stabbed by an alien yesterday” “u dont look too shabby for someone who had to give birth to a baby” IDK like anything u want but they didnt know that their conversations were getting overheard by the other avengers and once the avengers come together and talk about it they’re like wait.. why the fuck does it sound like [] have two children at home and are secretly married IDK ANYTHING U WANT BUT AS CRAZY AS POSSIBLE i love crack fics

TYSM <33

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i've been putting this off bc i love the idea and want it to be perfect so i stayed up late last night and in my delirious haze i came up with some dialogue prompts and i woke up this morning and found it in my notes so here's the beaut! i lowkey love it thank you 🦜 !!

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peter parker x stark! reader

summary: at first, you and peter were like "let's see who can uphold the most ridiculous conversations," but bro... you don't think the sexual tension is a joke anymore, and neither do the other avengers.

w/c: 3.1k

notes: crack crack crack, fluff, swearing, many sexual innuendos (and also just jokes about sex outright) and swears (c'mon it's me), mentions of abortions and roe v wade in a humorous context, murder, cannibalism, and foot fetishes in a humorous context, one "ur mom" joke, if it sounds crazy that's because it is crazy and i think u should just read it already

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you and peter’s friendship was anything but normal. well, you supposed, nothing could ever be normal for the two of us. peter’s an arachnid abomination and i’m the daughter of an egotistical billionaire who cosplays as a flying suit.

there were two ways in which your relationship was unusual. one: the practically nonexistent line between platonic and romantic, which everybody just always had to point out. the two of you had always been a bit touchy-feely—to be fair, mostly with each other, but were you really to blame? you were stuck in a tower full of traumatized assassins, spies, and people in metal suits; it wasn’t like there was any good cuddling options around. peter was a self-described “nerd and loser,” so girls weren’t exactly lining up to cuddle with him either.

two: you had a game going on (if it could even be called that). peter had a hard time transitioning into an “official” member of the team, so you, being the coolest and closest to his age, tasked yourself with the responsibility of being his friend.

what started as making up nonsensical greetings or coming up with more and more obscure versions of “see ‘ya later, alligator” had spiraled into a competition of who could keep the most ridiculous conversations going.

you were sitting beside natasha at the kitchen bar, the two of you nursing copious amounts of black coffee and sporting dark eye bags. (so maybe karaoke with katy and shang-chi on a wednesday night wasn’t the greatest idea you’d ever had.)

peter took a double-take as he made his way towards the fridge, looking perfectly refreshed and wide awake.

“lookin’ good!” peter clicked his tongue at you in greeting, smirking at the scowl on your face. he knew you would’ve flipped him off had you not been holding your drink.

“thanks,” you drawled sarcastically. “i’ve been trying this new diy skincare routine, where you use curdled breastmilk as a face mask for 20 minutes. it’s really helping with my dark circles.”

natasha, the woman who was never caught off guard, was caught off guard.

peter hummed thoughtfully as he poured himself a glass of milk, which he was now losing his appetite for. “20 minutes seems pretty short, don’t ‘cha think? i keep my menstrual blood mask on for at least 35 minutes.”

you scoffed, taking a large swig of your coffee and wincing at its bitterness. “yeah, well you should probably do it for longer. i can see your premature wrinkles forming from here.”

peter slipped into the seat beside you and smiled in greeting to natasha, whose eyes were bleary and unfocused. peter turned to shove his face close to yours.

“hm, maybe you should try juice cleansing. your skin is looking awfully dull today, unlike mine, which is dewey and radiant.”

you rolled your eyes. “sure, dude. look at your birdnest for hair.” you tangled your fingers through his mess of curls and scratched his scalp. peter couldn’t hide the content groan that slipped from his mouth.

“if my skin is dull, your hair is practically straw. unlike mine, which is easy, breezy, beautiful: covergirl.” you made a big show of preening your bedhead.

natasha made gagging noises. “alright, you two are disgusting. in more ways than one. can you please stop, because i’m so hungover right now and i will not hesitate to aim my projectile vomit onto one of your faces.”

you and peter looked at each other with big grins. peter shot finger guns at natasha. “eyy, that’s the spirit!”

you and peter found it especially funny to start these sorts of conversations in front of steve and bucky. not only were the two perplexed by modern lingo, they were also the most gullible two people on the team, which made them easy targets.

bucky and steve exchanged testosterone-fuelled jabs at each other in the sparring ring as you tied your shoelaces as peter sprayed his face with water. the two of you listened to the grunts of exertion and the various gruff noises that filled the air to appease the two supersoldiers’ masculinities.

you sighed, stretching your sore arms. you and peter had been fooling around with the gym equipment for an hour now, waiting for bucky and steve’s match to finish (and it didn’t look like either of them planned on backing down anytime soon). with a final tug on your shoelaces, you looked up at peter curiously, who blushed at your wide, innocent eyes. or perhaps he was just red from the exercise.

“you smell really good,” you commented, bumping your shoulder against his. “what cologne do you use?”

peter paused to consider his response. “it’s… my au naturale body odor. it’s cruelty free and uh, vegan.”

“that’s so earth conscious of you!” you gushed, running a warm hand up and down peter’s arm. though he was sweaty, gross, and overheated, he shivered at your touch.

“y-yeah. i haven’t showered in three weeks. it really enhances the… musky base notes of the scent. it’s very masculine,” he nodded as if he knew what he was talking about.

“well, it’s very aromatic. i like it.” you patted peter’s bicep definitively, jumping to your feet as you bent in half to stretch out your limbs. peter stared at your ass toned calves, and thought that he should work on his legs as well.

“oh hey, it looks like bucky and steve are done!” you pointed at the two heaving supersoldiers, who had stopped fighting altogether so they could stare at you and peter.

bucky mouthed “what the fuck?” to steve. steve mouthed “language” back.

peter was busy scrawling illegible physics notes as he, tony, and bruce watched planet earth intently. bruce was busy jabbering away at the “incredible biological discoveries” that david attenborough was narrating, and tony was absentmindedly filing his nails while occasionally poking peter in the back with his toe to correct him on a mistake he’d written.

“hey dad. bruce.” you caught sight of peter’s unmistakable form, hunched over the glass coffee table with papers scattered haphazardly across the surface and a bulletpoint pen between his teeth tha you found very seductive endearing.

“hey peter!” you squeaked. “it’s- uh, fancy seeing you here!” you blurted, cheeks heating as peter turned to you with his cute stupid fucking glasses.

“hey,” he raised his eyebrows. “you come here often?” peter purred lowly.

you gulped, unsure as to why he was bothering you so much today. maybe your period had come early.

“no, actually. i was stopping by to meet my real estate agent here; i’m loving this property,” you played along, tucking yourself into peter’s side.

“ah, well, they’re not here at the moment. i think they got stopped at security—something about smuggling exotic animals. but i could be your tour guide, if you want? i’m very… thorough.” peter waggled his eyebrows.

david attenborough began discussing whale mating habits.

“oh, are you now?” you challenged, biting your lip smugly as you watched peter began to stutter.

“y-yes, i am. and, as a matter of fact,” peter turned to pull something from his pocket. he presented you with a microfiber cloth. “i’m such a gentleman, i’ll even clean you up after.”

peter’s head was suddenly slammed into the glass table. tony had rammed his foot (not just the toes) against peter’s curls.

“stop sexing up my daughter, spiderling. i’ll take out your suit’s built-in heater.”

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, mr. stark,” peter sputtered.

you giggled at his immediate change in attitude. leaning in, you murmured into his ear. “me, you, my bedroom, nine pm. i’d like that thorough tour.”

neither of you were sure if the offer was genuine.

sam had invited the team to a backyard party with his family, but not without warning everybody to watch their language around the kids. (it was an empty threat; everyone knew sam would be the first to slip up.)

you were “chatting” with a little kid; in other words, nodding along as they infodumped about cretaceous period with surprising expertise for a 5 year old.

you felt a poke in your side and screamed embarrassingly loudly. peter stared at you for a second, cheeks puffing and lips pinching together, before he burst into laughter. spit went flying all over your face.

“ew, you nasty! eugh,” you made a big deal of it. looking at the kid, you pointed at peter. “c’mon, let’s attack him! like a… brachiosaurus!”

the kid looked at you disdainfully. “the brachiosaurus was a herbivore, idiot. and it lived during the jurassic era, not the cretaceous period.”

your jaw dropped at the child’s betrayal. the mini-paleontologist toddled away, leaving you and peter dumbfounded.

“i sure missed a lot,” peter gaped.

“i- apparently, yeah.” you tucked your head into peter’s shoulder, fiddling with your empty plate. conversation buzzed steadily around you, but you and peter only cared about each other.

the two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching as sam teased his sister and as wanda was unsuccessfully trying to teach bucky how to use a pair of tongs. (bucky insisted that his vibranium hand could do the same job.)

“so, how many of those things have you eaten?” peter pointed his chin towards your empty plate.

“uh, approximately four.”

peter nodded approvingly. “four’s pretty good. you still hungry though? i could go for some food right now.”

you smiled evilly, untangling yourself from peter. “oh petie… i’m always hungry. i was skeptical at first, but damn, do these barbeque grilled fetuses hit. they’re gluten free, i think.”

you stood up and yelled over the table to sam. “hey, are these things gluten free?” you pointed to where wanda and bucky were tussling over the grill.

sam looked at you incredulously. “no?”

you turned back to peter. “well, you heard the man. at least they’re ethically sourced, though. better eat up quick, before roe v. wade gets overturned. fuck scotus.”

“yeah, fuck scotus. i’m all for womens’ sexual liberation. anyway, once you’re done, can you fuck me too?” peter deadpanned.

you choked. “oh, wow. you got me that time. i concede. i-”

“so, what’ja do for your art project?” you and peter were entwined on a common area armchair, you resting casually on peter’s lap with one hand pressed to his chest and peter’s arms pulling you even closer to his body.

“i made a collage of my feet pics.”

“huh.” you nuzzled your nose into the collar of peter’s shirt, taking a deep inhale of his cologne (his actual cologne, not his au naturale body odor). “for free?”

“what?” peter, much like everybody else in the room (who were all clearly listening but pretending not to.)

“i mean, you’re showing your feet pics for free? you’re spiderman, pete. you could charge so much for them. here, you can use my onlyfans account.” you began to pull out your phone.

“DAUGHTER?” tony roared from the couch diagonal to the two of you. whoops.

“…father?”

“can somebody tell me why my pure, uncorrupted, virtuous daughter is in the lap of a hormonal, horny teenage boy? god knows what the white sticky stuff actually is…” tony cursed under his breath. “and would somebody like to explain why the words onlyfans, peter parker, and feet pics are being used in the same sentence and coming out of my daughter’s mouth?”

you cringed at all the innuendos (intentional and unintentional) that tony had just dropped in front of nearly the entire team.

bruce choked on the sandwich he was eagerly chowing into. natasha choked on air. wanda was biting back a mischievous smile and steve looked like he was about to faint.

bucky leaned over to sam and loudly whispered, “what’s an onlyfans?”

friday rolled around, which meant it was time for the avengers’ weekly family bonding event. this week, it was movie night. wanda and natasha were clapping enthusiastically as sam and bucky danced along to the jingle bell rock winter talent show performance, which meant you and peter could snuggle up to each other and converse freely without fear of being overheard.

peter’s head was in your lap, and you were mindlessly scratching and tugging at his curls as you smiled at your teammates’ antics. even from this odd, unflattering angle, peter couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. the television screen illuminated your face and made your eyes sparkle more than they usually did. and he had the perfect view of your lips—so soft, sensual, always containing such happiness, always begging to be kissed…

“hey bug?” you looked down at peter, smiling softly with the look you seemed to only reserve for him.

“hi,” peter whispered breathlessly, heart racing at the nickname. the corners of his eyes crinkled in the way that seemed to be only reserved for you.

“uh, this might be a- a little forward, but what are your weekend plans, ‘cause-”

“homicide.”

“excuse me?” you squinted at peter.

“you heard me. this weekend, i plan on committing homicide.”

you sniffed, a little disappointed in where the conversation had gone but willing to play along nevertheless.

“that’s it?”

“what do you mean, that’s it? what are you doing?”

you smirked deviously. “UR MOM!” you burst into a fit of giggles that peter found adorable, so he couldn’t stop himself from laughing with you.

“my mom- my mom’s dead!” he said through cackles.

the two of you looked at each other and only laughed harder, garnering the attention of the rest of the team.

wanda opened her mouth to speak, but tony was too quick.

“alright, this has been going on for too long. peter, off of my daughter. daughter, off from… underneath the kid.” he cursed. “god, that sounds so wrong.”

“what?” you questioned, genuinely confused at what the issue was.

peter rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a warm pink crawling up his cheeks and to the tips of his ears.

“what? the problem is, you two are discussing matricide in front of a team of superheroes, not to mention practically dry-humping each other in a public space! not that it would be acceptable in a private space, but you get what i mean,” tony gritted.

“while we’re at it, can we talk about how your daughter has a stash of breast milk? and peter has menstrual blood? where do you even get the menstrual blood, peter?” natasha shook her head before gasping in horror. “it’s not- it’s not hers, is it?”

you waved your hands. “no, ew, gross! on the plus side, if it were hypothetically mine, that would mean i’m not pregnant.”

tony glared at you, finger in the air pointing shakily at your chest.

“okay, am i the only person who’s worried about the murder bit? because i’m pretty sure the kids were talking about cannibalizing dead fetuses at the party i threw last weekend—”

tony shrieked. “excuse me? you just said you weren’t pregnant, missy. where are you getting the fetuses from?”

“i said, hypothetically, but anyway-”

tony slapped himself in the face a few times. “god, this is why we need to stock up on condoms around here. do you guys even have sex ed in school? i don’t care if the two of you,” he waved a finger between you and peter, “are doing the deed—wait no, i do—but please tell me you’ve had the banana demonstration.”

“tony, i think the kids are quite a nice couple,” steve chimed in bravely. tony spun around and gave him a withering glare, but the supersoldier didn’t back down. “i said what i said. well, peter should definitely shower more, three weeks is criminally disgusting, but other than that, they’re good for each other.”

wanda nodded seriously. “i can hear both of them thinking about jumping each others’ bones every time i see them together. it’s kind of annoying, actually. so if you just let them fuck, my mind would greatly appreciate that.”

bruce sighed. “the sexual tension is so obvious that david attenborough doesn’t even need to narrate it for me to identify it. it’s like when those two whales were mating…”

tony dragged his hands down his face, overwhelmed. you and peter’s hands had found their way closer to each other, despite your bodies being a modest distance apart, and your pinkies intertwined reassuringly.

“care to explain?” tony waved his hands around. “the sexual tension bit? the cannibalism? the feet fetishes? just… anything?”

“it was a joke, i swear, mr. stark!” peter jabbered desperately. “it’s… a game we play. where we try and come up with the most ridiculous conversations and then just keep it going.”

you nodded furiously. “right! and i’m totally the winner. none of it was real. plus, friday would have alerted you if i ever made an onlyfans account.”

tony stroked his chin contemplatively. “so, the sexual tension bit? that was also a joke?”

peter opened his mouth, “ye-”

you opened your mouth, “no!”

the two of you gaped at each other.

“what we mean to say is, no, it’s not a joke! yes, there is… sexual tension.” you widened your eyes at peter pleadingly.

tony mumbled angrily to himself, pacing the room as the avengers watched the live-action reality tv unfold before them.

“is there really sexual tension between is?” peter hissed at you.

“uh, yeah. unless you were being serious about wanting to thoroughly fuck me and also fuck me after i went through the entire supreme court, then no, that would just be flat-out sexual.”

peter pursed his lips. “right, okay then. you’re right. there is sexual tension between us.”

you mock pouted. “so you’re saying you don’t want to thoroughly fuck me?”

peter turned bright red just as tony turned to the two of you, who had gotten much closer to each other in the time that he’d been worrying.

“gross! i’m getting secondhand cooties. whatever, you guys go have a play date or something. just… please be more classy than cady and aaron, dear god. the teenage foolery in this movie is actually-” tony shuddered, unable to express himself with words.

“i’m still interested in the property, y’know?” you whispered.

“well then, can i extend another real estate tour offer?”

“absolutely. and i will gladly take you up on that offer.”

you took peter’s hand, the two of you giggling madly as you raced and slipped down the hall towards your bedroom. you heard tony groaning and whining from the common room before he shouted, “keep it pg-13 in there!”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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So Gods Do Exist… (Mortal Kombat x OC) ((Kinda))

Part 3

Kenshi, Kung Lao, Lemon and Johnny were all summoned to meet Liu Kang in front of the wooden mansion/orphanage they were staying in.

“So we find him in Outworld and bring him here for questioning?” Kenshi questions, holding up a paper with the drawing of a man’s face on it.

“Yes.” Liu Kang responds. “If what I fear has happened, he is a grave threat to the realms.”

“Anything else?”

“Shang Tsung is a master of deceit. Do not trust a word he utters.”

“Sounds a lot like my first agent.” Johnny comments.

“It’s a tricky mission.” Kenshi continues. “I’d rather Raiden fo than this one.” He pointed to Johnny who looked extremely offended.

“Hey! “This one” is up for the job.”

“This mission must be done quietly.” Liu Kang informs, getting closer to the group to whisper to them. “I am breaking my word with Empress Sindel by sending you into Outworld without her knowledge. Due to the tournament, Raiden is now a familiar face there. Sending him will only increase your risk of being discovered.” He takes a red talisman from out of his back pocket. “This talisman is attuned to Shang Tsing’s chi. Follow it to him.”

Kenshi takes it out of his hand and examines it.

“And be careful. May the Elder Gods protect you.”

“Are we there yet?” Johnny whined.

“Again? How old are you, five?” Kenshi questioned.

“What can I say? These boots aren’t made for walking.”

“Just take the boots off then.” Lemon huffs. “Or stop complaining, I’m the one that has to make sure I don’t accidentally roll off this hill.”

“Then take them off.” Johnny repeats, making Lemon roll her eyes.

“He is right about that part.” Kung Lao agreed. “Why would you wear rollerblades? That’s just asking to make things harder.”

“Well I’m sorry that I only brought two pairs of shoes and one got destroyed. If I knew we were going on the hunt for some “potential” villain, I would’ve brought another pair.” Lemon says sarcastically before suddenly smirking at Kung Lao. “Wanna make a bet on if I’ll fall or not?”

“No! Raiden told me to stop and for once I’m going to listen to him.”

Lemon’s smirk fades away as she rolls her eyes and brings her attention to Johnny. More specifically, the sword on his back. “Johnny, when have you ever used a sword? I thought you just had that thing for decoration.”

“It’s not just for decoration!” Johnny and Kenshi shout at the same time.

“Damn, sorry.”

“That’s my family’s sword. Sento.” Kenshi explained. “And at some point I’m getting it back, Cage.”

“Do you have three mil’ on you? If you do, I could give it to you right now.” Johnny teased.

“You know I don’t have it.”

“I bet your Yakuza pals could come up with it. Oh, that’s right, you blew them off. If there’s one thing Hollywood’s taught me, it’s never burn bridges. You never know who can help.”

Kenshi stops walking and turns to Johnny, flashing his flashlight in the man’s face. “The Yakuza are leeches, bleeding out those too weak to resist. I grew up in that life and I never understood it. Why did my gain require other’s pain? I got out, I need my clan out too. We can’t be a part of the Yakuza’s crimes any longer.”

Lemon huffs and snatches the talisman from Kenshi, gaining his attention. “Keep arguing if you want. I’m going to actually complete our mission before my legs give out on me.” She says, rolling past the trio and following the talisman. Kenshi glares at Johnny once more before he and Kung Lao follow behind Lemon. Johnny rolls his eyes and follows as well.

Lemon reached the end of a cliff, above a bunch of other people and creatures that were fighting each other. She lifted the talisman up to feel its reaction to the crowd.

“What’s your precious say?” Johnny asked, taking his phone out and recording the fight. Mainly the creatures.

“Our potential villain is in there. Somewhere.” Lemon answers.

“Along those creatures?” Kenshi questioned.

“Mhm.”

“Oh, my fans are gonna go nuts cosplaying them at Cage Con.” Johnny commented.

Two armored men drag one of the creatures out of their house, against their will. Another man, who the group was able to recognize as Shang Tsung, walked behind them. “Hold him still.” He commands, taking an empty syringe out of his pocket. “If he squirms I cannot extract marrow.”

“Let’s just jump him after he’s done.” Johnny suggests. “Oh! In “Fist of Iron” we did this thing where like—”

“We’re not basing strategy on your films, Cage.” Kenshi interrupted.

One of the armored men kicked the creature in the back of its knee, forcing it to kneel down. “Let me go!” It shouted. “You can’t do this!”

“The wound will heal quickly, it is a small price to pay for progress.” Shang Tsung declared, pushing the syringe into the back of the creature’s neck. It screamed out in pain and broke the ropes tying it behind its back. It then stabs both the armored men through the chin and head.

Shang Tsung backed away from the creature, getting to a fighting stance. The creature quickly overpowered him, knocking him to the ground with only a few hits.

“On second thought, this scene’s playing fine without us.” Johnny yawned. “Yep, I say we let them finish it.”

“We have to save Shang Tsung.” Kenshi argues. “Liu Kang needs him alive.”

“I was going to say that you’re way too calm, then remembered your past.” Lemon says, slowly backing away from Kenshi who was glaring at her. “Okay, I’ll just…go…around…somewhere. Bye!” Lemon quickly skates away from the group, lightly hitting herself on the head with her fist. “Why the fuck would you bring up his past!?” She shouted at herself.

The other three jumped down the cliff and towards the fight. Kenshi grabbed the creature and pulled it away right before it could stab their potential villain.

Shang Tsung quickly moved away from the fight, smirking at the interference and shapeshifting into one of the creatures. He then roared at them and walked away.

“How did he do that!?” Kung Lao exclaimed before him and Johnny quickly got into a fighting stance to hold off the rest of the creatures. Behind them, Kenshi got flung off the main creature’s back and onto the ground.

“I would’ve killed him, but for you!” It shouted at him.

“I get why you’d want to, but you can’t!” Kenshi argued, standing up and taking his sword out.

“You’re one of his minions! You’ll die in his place!”

Going back to Lemon who still hasn’t found a way to come down, the girl just shouted, “Fuck it!” and jumped down to where the fight was, landing on top of one of the creatures. “Oh shit, sorry!”

“Don’t apologize! They’re trying to kill us!” Johnny shouted from the left.

“Oh, so do you want me to kill it?”

“NO!” Kung Lao shouted from the right. “We have no reason to kill them!”

“Then what the hell do I do? Knock it out?!”

“You would rather kill it!?”

“YES!?”

“NO!”

“UGH!” Lemon kicked the creature on the side of its head, promptly knocking it out.

Kenshi, who was still behind them, won his fight against the main creature and put his sword back. “Now please, let me explain.” he pleaded. Kung Lao, Johnny and Lemon all back up to him, suddenly being surrounded by the creatures.

“You got us into this. How about getting us out?” Johnny asks Kenshi who continues to talk to the main creature.

“I know what this looks like, but we don’t work for Shang Tsung.”

“If not, why save him?” The creature asked.

“Because Liu Kang, Earthrealm’s Protector, wants to question him. He thinks Shang Tsung may be a threat to both our realms.” Kenshi holds his hand out. “I’m Kenshi Takahashi.”

“Our kind do not shake hands.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.”

“Don’t you know what we are?”

“No, we don’t.”

The creature lifts its arms up. “We are victims of Tarkat.” It explains. “The disease is not easily gotten, but you can’t risk more close exposure.”

Johnny quickly wipes his hands on his clothes after hearing that.

“Oh shit, so they’re not creatures…” Lemon mutters. “I can’t call them “its” anymore…”

So the MAN continues to explain how Tarkat works. “It disfigures, then debilitates. In time, it will turn us all into blood-thirsty monsters. Death is our only release.”

“So you weren’t always like this?” Kung Lao guessed.

“I was once a rich merchant. But when I became ill, I was banished. Now I run this colony. I am Baraka.”

“What does Shang Tsung want with your bone marrow, Baraka?” Kenshi asks.

“I don’t know. But he comes here each month to harvest it.”

“Release us and we’ll capture Shang Tsung. And we’ll find out why he's been coming here, I promise.”

Baraka looks back at his colony before ordering them to let the group go.

“Thank you. We won’t let you down.” Kenshi thanks before turning to Lemon who was holding up the talisman.

“I think we just did.” Lemon whispers. The talisman wasn’t glowing anymore and had cracks on it. “It’s not working…”

“His laboratory is near.” Baraka reassured. “I can guide you there.”

“Thank the gods.” Lemon sighed. “I rather not be scolded by either of those two.” She points to Kenshi and Kung Lao.

Baraka led them to a large factory type building with water wheels on the side and surrounded by water.

“Any idea what to expect?” Johnny asked him.

“No. I’ve never been inside.”

“Stay here.” Kenshi orders. “We’ll check it out.”

They snuck inside the building and crept up the stairs where they heard Shang Tsung talking to somebody.

“The addition of crushed Kytinn Larvae proved an inspired choice.” He noted. “In testing, outcomes improves significantly. I have modified the formula since the last time it was administered. It uses several new ingredients. This new serum is exactly what we need. Its effects will be immediate and long-lasting.”

The four Earthrealmers peeked over the top of the stairs to see Princess Mileena laying on a chair with Tanya, Rain and Shang Tsung standing over her.

“How can you be sure?” Tanya asks.

“Because it is brewed from freshly extracted Tarkatan marrow.” Shang Tsung answered, looking down at the syringe in his hand. “It couldn’t be more potent.”

“He is infecting Mileena with Tarkat.” Kung Lao noticed.

“Shit, guess he is a potential villain.” Lemon sighs.

“We need to stop him.” Kenshi says.

“Save a distressed damsel?” Johnny laughs. “Sure thing.”

The four of them run out of their hiding spot and stand in front of the group of villains.

“Get away from her!” Kenshi demands.

“You bitch!” Johnny shouts at Tanya.

“What!?” Lemon exclaims.

“Excuse me!?” Kung Lao questions, grabbing Johnny’s arm and looking at him in confusion. “What was that!?”

“You know, the movie!” Johnny attempts to explain. “Tiny girl, ginormous alien, “Ripley!”” The group just looks at him in confusion. “No!? Seriously!?”

“Earthrealmers!?” Rain exclaimed. “How did they find us–”

“They’ve already seen too much.” Tanya states, running towards Kung Lao and Johnny while Kenshi and Lemon went around her and to Shang Tsung.

Lemon kicks the syringe out the sorcerer’s hand, breaking it on impact. She then kicks the sorcerer back onto the wall behind him. Rain then walks in front of them, blocking them from Shang Tsung.

“I need time. Buy it for me.” He tells Rain before running off. Lemon was going to follow him but is pushed onto the ground by a wave of water.

“You will get nowhere near him.” Rain says, glaring at Lemon and Kenshi.

“Shit, I thought Shang Tsung was the sorcerer.” Lemon curses, spitting water out her mouth and standing up.

“Liu Kang sent you, didn’t he? Sent you to learn our secrets!”

“He sent us here for Shang Tsung.” Kenshi corrected, taking his sword out. “But it looks like he’s just part of the problem.”

With some help from Lemon, he knocked Rain out with a punch to the face. “The High Mage is brought low.” He says, putting his sword back. He then notices Tanya starting to win her fight against Johnny and Kung Lao. “Lemon, go stop Shang Tsung. I’ll go help the other two.”

“Right!” Lemon agrees, skating over to Shang Tsung and kicking him in the shoulder. “Can you stop trying!? We’re not going to let you harm the Princess.”

“Who’s said I’m harming the princess?” Shang Tsung questioned, getting into a fighting stance.

Lemon blocked one of his punches and used that to get behind him and kick him to the ground. She then jumped on the man’s back and activated her rollerblades to push him further into the ground.

Shang Tsung cried in pain, glaring at Lemon who held his hands behind his back. “Fighting back was the dumbest idea ever. I’m faster than you, dumbass”

“I can tell.” Shang Tsung says, smirking. He then shapeshifts into Lemon’s body and rips his hands away from Lemon before turning around and kicking the woman in the stomach. “I could use that speed.”

“Oh, what the fuck? What the fuck!?” Lemon shouted, quickly stabilizing herself and turning to Kenshi who was currently fighting Tanya. “Why did nobody tell me the potential villain could shapeshift!?”

“We didn’t know he could transform into ANYTHING!” Johnny argued for Kenshi.

“Well shit!”

Lemon was stuck blocking multiple punches and kicks from Shang Tsung. He was too fast for her to react, and that kinda pissed her off, especially because his speed came from her own body.

Shang Tsung then grabs Lemon’s arm and throws her to the ground. He then slams his rollerblade into Lemon’s stomach, causing the woman to scream.

“You cheater!” Lemon roars, grabbing the leg that was on her stomach and turning her rollerblades on. The wheels quickly spin backwards and because her shoes were on the ground, they moved both Lemon and Shang Tsung towards the wall behind them. Lemon quickly spins around to face the wall and throws Shang Tsung into it, creating a few cracks behind the man.

Lemon then stands up and, once again, grabs Shang Tsing’s hands as hard as possible, forcing him to stand up as well. “Fight back again and I swear to the gods I will literally kill you-“

Kenshi, who finally finished his fight and knocked Tanya out, ran over to Lemon with Kung Lao and Johnny.

“This is twice you Earthrealms have been a thorn in my side.” Shang Tsung groans. “I’ve already told you, I’m not trying to harm the Princess.”

“We’ve heard about how you lie. Excuse us if we’re skeptical.” Kenshi replies, turning to the others. “Don’t let him free.” He then runs to where the Princess is and lightly shakes her awake. “Princess, are you all right?”

MIleena wakes up with a low groan, looking up at Kenshi. “Is it over?” She asked.

“Yes. You are safe. We’ve stopped Shang Tsung.”

“Stopped him!?” MIleena replied in surprise. “Why!?” She suddenly gasps in pain and starts to shake uncontrollably. Her eyes turn red and she becomes more hoarse as she continues to gasp in pain.

“Princess! Princess, what’s wrong!?” Kenshi shouts, trying to hold her down.

“What did you do!?” Lemon demands, pulling Shang Tsung's arms.

“It’s what you’ve done, fool! Let me help her, before it’s too late!” Shang Tsung pleads.

Lemon rolls her eyes and gets off of Shang Tsung’s back. “Watch him.” She tells the other two before skating over to where Kenshi and MIleena are.

“Back up!” Kenshi shouts to her, holding his arm out. “Something’s happening to her!”

“I can see that!” Lemon shouts, looking scared. “This is Tarkat!?”

Milleena sat up and roared at the two. She then broke the chain on her wrist and stood up, slowly starting to walk towards Kenshi and Lemon who were backing up.

“Now do you believe me, Earthrealmers?” Shang Tsung questioned.

“What do we do?” Kenshi asks.

“Keep her occupied. I need time to finish more serum.”

“And I can’t hurt her?” Lemon questions.

“No!” Kenshi states.

“No promises.”

Kenshi ignored her and turned back to Mileena. “Princess! We can help you.”

“Your blood…” Mileena says, sniffing the air. “How sweet it would be to lick off my fingers…”

She then lunges at Kenshi who blocks all her incoming attacks with his sword. Lemon skates behind Mileena and wraps her arms around the Princess’s neck, putting her in a chokehold.

“I said don’t hurt her!” Kenshi reminds.

“And I said no promises!” Lemon replies. “Now are you going to do something or what!? I’m not stronger than this woman just so you know!”

Right after she says that, Mileena breaks free from Lemon’s grip and is about to turn around to attack her but Kenshi swiftly hits the woman in the stomach with the butt of his sword, knocking her to the ground.

“Johnny. Kung Lao.” Kenshi calls, putting his sword back. “Help hold her down!”

The two both grab Mileena by the arms holding her in place as she struggles to break free.

“It’s now or never, Shang Tsung!”

Lemon rolls away from Kenshi and to where Shang Tsung was to get him to Mileena quicker…which proved to be the wrong idea.

Mileena breaks free from Kung Lao and Johnny. She elbows Kung Lao in the chin and goes to bite Johnny but Kenshi pulls her back at the last minute. Mileena wacks the man’s hands away and runs to a table close by to grab her two sai. She then runs back to Kenshi, jumps up and stabs the man in the eyes.

“Kenshi!!!” Johnny shouts as Kenshi screams in pain.

Lemon rushes over to the two and punches Mileena in the face, finally knocking the woman. Shang Tsung takes that chance to finally inject the serum into Mileena’s body, turning her back to normal.

A door to the right opens, showing Kitana, General Shao, and someone new.

“By the Gods! Mileena!” Kitana exclaims, running to her sister. “What’s happened here, sorcerer!?”

“There people were sent to disrupt your sister’s treatment and scandalize Outworld by revealing her illness.” Shang Tsung lied. “This woman here even punched the Princess.”

“Because she stabbed my friend in the fucking eyes!” Lemon, who was kneeling next to Kenshi argued. She stood up to fully defend herself but was knocked out by the newcomer’s punch to the face.

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