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auyuyu006 · 3 months

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Johnshi HCs

I'm sorry most of these aren't explicitly romantic I just have so many HCs about the two of them it's driving me crazy.

Johnny holds Kenshi by the waist, Kenshi holds Johnny by the shoulder or the bicep. After some time Kenshi starts to go for his hand instead.

Johnny is on his phone all of the time. Kenshi will either avoid the internet for a week or plays chess on the computer at the kitchen table for a day straight without talking to anyone (secretly uses Sento for this).

Kenshi has good spirits (literally) when it comes to his blindness, but can get very defensive when others pity him for it. Johnny is the only other person he will let touch his blindfold, take it off, or wash it.

Kenshi doesn't love the name "Johnny Cage" and thinks that "John Carlton" suits him. Johnny thinks that it sounds like an "old man's name"

Kenshi would visit Johnny on set sometimes but not say or do anything but sit in the background and watch him in silence until he was done.

Speaking of that- Kenshi had a good time filming in Outworld for Johnny's movie (made him feel like an action hero), but absolutely refused to watch the parts he was in.

Kenshi thought Johnny's movies were mostly cheesy before and after meeting him. However, he ended up rewatching all of them and got excited when there was news he got cast for a new one (before they started to officially date).

Johnny was a pretty good student growing up who made A's and B's as per expectations of his parents but hated school because he got picked on. He got into a decent university where he ended up falling in love with physics. He accidentally became famous around the time he was 20 (maybe he got street casted and went viral?) and had to balance acting with school to get his pHD. He is that school's most famous alumni.

Kenshi was mostly homeschooled by his parents and did not show much attention in academics in his youth due to his intense upbringing in the yakuza. This is something that he regrets but accepts that it wasn't really his choice to begin with. However he is quite knowledgable, knows broadly about history and literature, and can speak multiple languages (Japanese, Chinese, Korean, English, Spanish). He also learns braille relatively fast after losing eyesight.

Kenshi thinks it's so hot that Johnny has a pHD but also thinks its so strange he doesn't do anything with it. (It's a backup plan so he can write textbooks if his career tanks)

Johnny is great at drawing due to it being a hobby growing up stemming from him being a major comic book fan. Kenshi isn't very artistic however used to be able to do mediocre calligraphy (a skill he learned from his parents) before he became blind.

Kenshi breaking into Cage Mansion the second Cris left was admittedly pretty awkward for him (but he was too distracted by Sento to rly care).

Kenshi tries to not let it get to him, but he is saddened by the fact he cannot read properly anymore. Johnny tries to support him by buying him every audiobook in every language he understands. Kenshi will sometimes ask Johnny to read to him mostly because he loves the sound of his voice.

At first, Kenshi tried to get Sento to help him with daily tasks (cooking, cleaning, etc.), but after talking to Kuai Liang he tries not to rely on Sento on anything non-kombat related.

Kenshi has a slight lisp (I'm sorryyyy this isn't rly a hc but you can hear it in his intro dialogues he still sounds like a badass tho i think it's super cute thank god for Vic Chao)

Johnny makes their home a "smart home" a.k.a 30 Alexas in every room of their place, and a Samsung fridge he can live tweet from while making green juice.

Kenshi sometimes used to drive with Sento in the back seat and got arrested for it one time. Now he gets told off by Johnny for it every time he tries it again.

Kenshi will only drink milky coffee (lattes, cappuccinos, etc.) and prefers tea. Johnny hates coffee and tea and pounds red bull in the morning.

Kenshi used to care a lot about his personal style and mostly only wore suits and dress attire. After losing his eyesight, he didn't care as much anymore and just focused on wearing things that were comfortable (sweatpants, sweaters)

Johnny buys Kenshi soft fluffy things to wear all the time. Kenshi always says it's unnecessary but ends up wearing it anyway.

In MK1 Johnny is 32, and Kenshi is 39 (I like the idea of Kenshi being old it just makes sense to me). It both amuses and horrifies Kenshi that he's dating a white man 7 yrs his junior.

Johnny calls him "old man Takahashi" and Kenshi just goes along with it and says "get off my lawn you punk" or something LOL

I think Kenshi was more of the brawny "tough guy" of the yakuza than the suave, seductive type. He has more of an awkward and stony personality. And the fact that he was desperate to get out makes me think he wouldn't entertain the "flirty" role of the job. (a.k.a Kenshi is BAD at flirting unlike a certain someone)

Johnny sometimes helps Kenshis clunky azz samurai gear on before he engages in kombat. Johnny is also the reason Kenshi sometimes gives up and just wears a suit.

Kenshi shops like an old Asian dad. LOVES Costco, will eat all of the samples. Will buy everything on sale even if he doesn't need it. Will not take Johnny with him because his megastardom ruins the peace of being unrecognized. Has taken Raiden with him though. Will use Johnny's credit card. Johnny is dismayed that he hasn't taken a liking to Erewhon and Whole Foods

When Johnny isn't there with him at night Kenshi will play his movies and fall asleep to the sound of his voice

Kenshi will have sex with the blindfold on. He will fall asleep next to Johnny with it off.

Kenshi doesn't like sleeping with the blindfold on, but was worried it would scare or disgust Johnny in some way. It doesn't and it never did. In fact, Johnny appreciates the intimacy that it creates.

#Johnshi #Johnshi hcs #Johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #johnny x kenshi #mk1 #maybe i'll write more of these #johnshi isn't even my fave mk ship lol #these are so kenshi centric #now you know what character i have projected onto #mk brainrot

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sugamehhq · 4 months

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His Eyes (Johnshi)

Despite not officially living with the angel, Kenshi sure as hell was around enough to make it look like it. Without hesitation, the moment the demon feels something is off, he’s always there. While it could be annoying, the angel would never complain about his actions. It shows him he cares, and that their relationship wasn’t just something for “benefits”.

“I saw this thing earlier, like something I’ve never seen before,” the angel rambled while Kenshi gently removed his bracelets.

“And what was it exactly?” Kenshi hummed while replacing the gold with the angel’s original copper.

“I don’t know, but it looked insane. These guys were just jumping around, like they were fighting something. And their names? I didn’t quite catch all of them, but they sounded way too epic to be their real names,” Johnny’s feathers rustled in excitement, the once overwhelming feeling slowly leaving the angel’s energy.

The demon huffed a laugh, “Have you never seen those?”

“No,” Johnny shook his head lightly, “We don’t, or we didn’t, get that kind of excitement in the lower ranks.”

Kenshi shivered at the mention of his angel’s prior ranking, he never liked when it was brought back up.

“Right, sorry.”

“Doesn’t matter,” the angel’s hands twisted together while his partner reached around his shoulders.

“They’re acting, if you were wondering.”

“Acting?”

The gold collar unclipped, releasing the demon from Johnny’s shoulders.

“Yeah, they’re playing a character.”

Kenshi watched as Johnny’s eyes stared at the floor, a small smile showing interest in the topic at hand. As he held out the copper collar, Johnny looked back up, his eyes still shimmering despite the lack of light in their shared room. He couldn’t help but smile in return at the angel’s silent wondering.

“That sounds fun as hell,” Johnny quietly spoke while the copper was placed around his neck.

“It’s not really my thing,” the demon brushed off the angel’s shoulders, the nonexistent dirt surely making its way to the floor, “The next time you see a group you should ask to join them.”

“Join them?” Brown feathers shook free from his back in slight surprise at the idea.

“Yeah? I don’t see why not,” Kenshi tilted his head while stepping back to admire his work of replacing the gold with copper.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, I mean I don’t have experience in that kind of thing. I don’t think-”

“We all start somewhere, Starlight.”

Johnny froze at the name, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

“You’d enjoy it. It’ll give you something to do instead of sitting in here all day.”

Johnny felt he had to defend his case, but couldn’t think of anything. He really did just sit idly in this room other than occasional walks and joining the other angel’s for a collective dinner every once and a while. That and the few times he visited the demon’s territory. The thought of the demon’s side reminded the angel of prior to meeting his partner’s family.

While Kenshi had his back turned, Johnny watched as he cleaned the gold jewels, placing them on a shelf nearby. He hesitated, unsure if he should speak or not, but he had to know.

“Kenshi.”

The demon hummed in response, leaving Johnny with very little to go off of.

“Do you remember when you were in that cave a while back?”

“I do.”

“Before we went to meet your family?”

Kenshi hums again.

Feeling the demon didn’t like the suspense, Johnny couldn’t figure out how he wanted to ask his next question. He twisted the bracelets on his wrist, showing he was unsure if he was trespassing some unknown boundary, yet he kept “eye contact”. He waited. For what? He didn’t know. He just hoped Kenshi understood what he was wanting to know without having to say it.

“I won’t be mad at you Starlight, whatever your question will be.”

To that, Johnny sighed.

He laughed to himself, the whole idea starting to sound ridiculous in his mind. All Kenshi could do was stand and wait.

There was a moment of silence between the two, the quiet talking from the other half of the room was the only thing keeping it from being dead silent. Kenshi raised an eyebrow, wanting to know what his angel was about to bring up.

And so Johnny spoke, “Can you see?”

The question felt so abrupt, yet expected.

The demon, now looking towards the other, stood slightly stiff.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, I mean, you were in the dark. It didn’t phase you whatsoever.”

“I just have the cave memorized is all,” his tail swished awkwardly.

Johnny could tell that was partially true, yet there was something else hiding under the quick replies.

“You’re always wearing that cloth around your eyes too,” he slowly approached the other, a gentle hand reaching for the demon’s face.

Kenshi stepped back against the wall, instinct telling him to remove himself from the situation.

Johnny immediately noticed his action was mis-read, quickly retracting his hand.

“Can you see through it?”

While Johnny felt awkward asking these questions, he meant no harm to his other half. He didn’t feel any intense discomfort in the other’s energy, so he felt it was okay to keep asking.

Kenshi on the other hand, wondered why the sudden interest in his eyes. He knew it was going to happen eventually, but never prepared for the day. It had occurred to him how strange it must’ve been for Johnny, having accepted a bond with someone you’ve never seen the eyes of. ‘The eyes are the window to the soul’ and all. The amount of trust the angel put in him was evident as he clocked that fact. The idea of his angel accepting him despite being unable to see the emotion in his eyes, that was a huge deal. It only felt right to return the favor, whether he hated his eyes or not.

And so he spoke, “I can see.”

He expected a reply from his angel, but it was silent. So, he added more.

“I just don't like them. My eyes, I mean. That’s why I wear this cloth.”

The demon swallowed nervously, the angel immediately rubbing his back in response to the nerves.

“I’m not exactly sure how different my sight is from yours, but I know it’s not the same.”

That sparked the angel’s interest.

“It’s not the same?”

Kenshi nodded, “I wasn’t born with sight.”

Johnny looked at him confused. What did that have to do with the current sight he possessed?

“I’m told seeing the world in a monochromatic way isn't normal.”

There’s the difference.

“You see the world in one color? How do you know the difference between things then? I’m sorry for making you change out my jewelry, I hope that wasn’t-”

“Stop,” the angel shut his mouth in response to the sudden command, “You didn’t make me do anything. Changing your gold was my choice.”

The demon found himself resting his head into the other’s neck, embracing him while he explained his situation.

“Yes, I see the world in one color. That doesn’t necessarily mean it makes anything difficult for me. Of course there are some things I get mixed up with, but knowing the names of certain things and being able to tell the difference in shades makes it manageable.”

Johnny returned the affection, his wings moving forward slightly to shelter the two, something he liked to do to make them feel less vulnerable when giving attention to each other.

“So you don’t know what colors actually look like..?”

Kenshi cringed at the undertones of sadness in his angel’s voice.

“Unfortunately,” he sighed.

Johnny’s arms tightened around him, a silent wish that one day he would be able to see true color, of which would most likely be impossible.

With this new open wound of information, the two sulked in each other’s arms. Johnny couldn’t help but feel ever so slightly upset at the fact that Kenshi couldn’t actually see him in color. It felt selfish to feel beaten up about it, but he couldn’t help wanting to be seen, color and all. One of his favorite things about another being are their eyes, he couldn’t imagine not being able to tell the color of a person’s eyes. Which raised the question, why did he hate his eyes so much?

Sure, not being able to see color, Johnny too would hate his own eyes, but what does that have to do with the physical being of them?

Johnny spoke quietly, trying to convey his tone correctly, “What’s wrong with your eyes then..? Like, why do you cover them?”

He wanted so desperately to know, to see them. He didn’t care if they were considered ‘ugly’ or not. He was convinced they were beautiful, and needed to prove that fact. To whom? Himself. As well as Kenshi, if possible.

“I just don’t like the way they look. Am I not allowed to feel insecure about them?”

The fact that the demon asked the question so casually summoned a sour feeling in the angel’s chest.

“I’m not saying that at all,” Johnny loosened the embrace to look at his lover’s face, the demon leaning back with him, “I ‘m just curious is all.”

His hand caressed the side of his face, the tips of his fingers teasing to venture under the red cloth across his eyes. Seeing Kenshi didn’t pull away that time, he felt he could ask.

“Can I take it off?”

The question made Kenshi feel sick to his stomach.

He wanted to say yes, wanted to give his trust to his angel, show he didn’t care what he thought about him, but he hesitated a little too long for Johnny’s liking.

The angel backed away, his hand falling to his side, fully releasing the other.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t force it out of you. We can find something to do instead of me chewing your ear off about something you’re not comfortable with if you’d like.”

Kenshi’s hand reached out for the other, his words silently melting from his lips. He wanted to pull him back, show him his insecurity, allow him to see the ‘ugly’, but he couldn’t find the words at that moment. All he could do was comply with his angel.

He nodded hesitantly, following the angel across their half of the room.

As it got later, the two resorted to listening to the two angel’s they shared a room with. They had been bickering back and forth with each other for at least twenty minutes. It was entertaining sharing a room with two other angel’s, but sometimes it felt like there was too much room for eavesdropping. At that moment, the mixed pair didn’t really care about giving them their privacy. It was their fault for shouting so loud during the late hours. Or at least one of them was being loud.

When they had enough of listening to the other pair, Kenshi stood from the floor where he sat. Johnny stayed seated for a little longer, until he noticed Kenshi was growing nervous again.

He watched the other, confused on what the issue was. There were no upcoming events to be worried about, no family to meet, nothing big, and yet something was building a wall of nerves in the man’s body. It led the angel to believe that maybe his partner just had anxiety and it was normal for him. Maybe he just accidentally worked himself up about something he was thinking about?

“Hey, it’s okay,” he spoke quietly so as to not disturb the other more.

He watched the demon’s hands reach for his head, “Do you have a headache? Should I go find us drinks?”

The angel opened his mouth to ask another question, but stopped.

He was untying the cloth.

Johnny himself started to feel nervous, as if he forced this out of Kenshi. The mixed nerves made the demon hesitate temporarily.

“You don’t have to if you really don’t want Kenshi, I said it’s alright.”

Before Johnny could convince him to stop, the blindfold was already off.

Kenshi kept his eyes shut, the cloth resting in his palms.

“Kenshi,” Johnny moved in front of him, his hand grabbing hold of his shoulder, “Genuinely, it’s okay. You don’t have to.”

The want to know what his eyes looked like was overshadowed by the fear of making his lover uncomfortable. He tried to convince him it was fine, that he really didn’t need to know. Of course he wanted to, more than anything, but he clearly wasn't comfortable at the current moment, so why was he taking it off?

Kenshi, in his own world, slowly blinked. His eyes fluttered open, as if he was exposing his eyes for the first time.

A ghostly ‘woah’ left the angel’s mouth.

He was right.

His eyes were gorgeous.

The demon blinked a few more times, adjusting to the darkness of the room. It was slightly brighter than what he could see from under the cloth, but still dark nonetheless. His eyes moved at a snail’s pace, as if he wasn’t used to using them. The angel felt his face flush in amazement as his eyes found his.

He stared in awe. Brown against glowing blue. It was strange, but in the best way possible. He’d never seen a pair of eyes like his. Johnny’s hand left Kenshi’s shoulder, his fingers lightly dancing against the demon’s skin.

Without thinking, the demon found himself planting kisses across his angel’s face. Johnny smiled at the attention, but he wanted to look at his eyes a little longer. Sensing the eagerness of the angel, Kenshi pushed him back as he stalked forward. He could feel Johnny growing confused, yet pleased at the same time. Continuing his barrage of kisses, finally able to see his angel in proper shades and tones, Kenshi pushed him towards the bed. He figured it would be more comfortable for them both if they cuddled, that way Johnny could stare as long as he wanted. Johnny eventually picked up on the insisting actions and followed.

It was a tiny bit awkward trying to keep hold of the demon’s face, but Johnny did so anyway. While Kenshi laid on top of him, arm snaking behind, he relaxed. The weight of the other on him while being able to stare into his eyes, he was content. He felt safe.

The longer he stared into the demon’s eyes, the warmer he felt. Nothing else mattered in the moment. If the other two angels in the room were to be staring at them, he wouldn’t care. Kenshi’s eyes and presence was all Johnny cared about. He tried to figure out why they were such an insecurity for Kenshi. Given, the idea of having piercing baby blue eyes that glow ever so slightly probably isn’t very reassuring for anyone. It was understandable, but for Johnny it was difficult, considering he was in love with these eyes.

The entire time Johnny stared, Kenshi stared back. It was uncomfortable. Or at least it was until he realized Johnny relaxed. Johnny didn’t feel threatened by his stare. The comfort that settled in his core made him sleepy. Both of them began to lose grip of the eye contact, their eyes struggling to stay open. While Johnny fell asleep, Kenshi smiled.

His eyes comforted the angel.

They comforted him enough to send both of them right to sleep.

The next morning, Kenshi woke up first. It wasn’t unusual for the demon to rise earlier than the angel, but he didn’t hesitate getting out of bed to find his blindfold and tie it back around his face. The room was too bright for him, yet he wasn’t awake enough to tie the cloth properly. Ignoring the shitty tie job, Kenshi did as he usually would. He left the room as quietly as possible in an attempt to bring Johnny something to wake up to.

The demon liked to search for breakfast for his other half. Sometimes he came back empty handed, most times he came back with a small portion of something. Whether it was something Johnny liked or not was a hit or miss. This morning however, he came back with nothing.

He found himself dozing off on the floor. He sat beside the bed to not disturb the angel. As he dozed off for another hour or two, Johnny eventually woke up.

The angel smiled thinking about Kenshi’s trip to find him something. He always knew about the demon’s adventures in the morning, and loved when he came back regardless if he brought him anything or not, just seeing him in a new spot lets him know he tried.

What he also noticed was the terrible tie job of his blindfold. The angel huffed a laugh while freeing his arms from under him. He tried to avoid disturbing the demon’s dozing, but failed. As he finished tying the blindfold properly and probably making it more comfortable for his partner, Kenshi moved slowly to turn and look at him.

“Good morning,” Johnny smiled, his heart full of nothing but love for the man in front of him.

“Morning,” Kenshi mumbled while crawling back onto the bed now that Johnny was awake.

Johnny laughed as Kenshi got comfortable, his head burying into his neck as best as it could. It was clear the demon wasn’t ready to take on the day, so Johnny stayed put.

He could never turn down more cuddles, not when his lover was the one asking for it.

Some things to think about after reading:

Johnny likes to swap out his gold jewelry for his original copper ones when he's overwhelmed/uncomfortable. It's a source of comfort for him (weirdly enough) because it makes him feel like he doesn't stand out as much as the gold makes him.

Kenshi was born blind. He only has sight because of something his family did for him at a young age. (Spoilers for future ideas I have mhm mhm.)

If it wasn't clear already, Johnny shares a room with Kung Lao and Raiden. (I don't remember I mentioned that previously or not.)

I'm happy with the way this writing came out compared to the other ones :)) Hopefully you guys think so too. Anyways, here's some art for you guys !! A visual for the moment :))

Hopefully you enjoyed :))

Next writing I have planned is RaiLao focused, so if you enjoy those two then watch out for that one !

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