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partycatty · 3 months

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you write for mk11 gramps johnny? have serious brain rot for him

if so could you write a fic of him dicking us down for being a brat? u can make up a plot or not i just need it and need him. love ur writing either way!!

- 💙

alright, im using this ask but i have a very specific image for this rn. this is gonna be a meaty post so hear me out

older!johnny cage > waste ur time

this is based off of the song WasteUrTime by Kevin Walkman with some lyrics (in pink) sprinkled in. you and johnny have a clear age gap, trying to avoid giving into desires, but 3am rolls around and you consider the idea of having a late night visitor.

warnings: smutty, age gap, ur both horny demons, virgin reader, i dont know how military ranks work, affair, sonya never gets Rocked

notes: this is going to be a little more artsy that what i usually do, so apologies if the format change is not ideal. this is more of an actual fic than bullet points. also the lyrics are out of order and not all included, so you don't need the song to enjoy this!

word count: 2.6k

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give me a glass of your innocence.

training was hard, your skin glistening with sweat and your face flushed from overexertion. the task was relatively simple; to climb up a deeply sloped wooden platform using nothing but your grip and momentum. your comrades were cheering you on, including briggs, commander cage, her mother, and her father. straining yourself to grip the ledge of the platform, you finally hoist yourself up and stand upright, not before doubling over to pant.

the others applaud and surround you with cheers. a firm hand finds its place square on your back, rubbing in circles.

"atta girl," the voice leans into your ear with an audible grin. "knew you had it in you."

your head turns to thank the disconnected voice, but out of your fuzzy mind, the realization pulls through that none other than your superior, johnny cage was the one congratulating you so intimately. his praise makes your cheeks flush even darker and your gaze averts, too afraid of such direct appreciation which johnny notes. you weren't used to compliments.

this is my creation, here's your invitation.

you knew something intense was brewing with each lingering stare or gentle squeeze to your shoulder. how intense exactly, you couldn't pick out. with minimal experience with others lusting for you, it didn't register in your head at first just how hungrily he gazed at you. not that you were complaining necessarily, he was part-time action star, part-time military leader. he was built, charismatic, and a family man. it felt impossible to not feel weak in the knees around him.

johnny knew he had an effect on you, as he did most others. despite watering down his hollywood charisma, he couldn't bring himself to deny how sexy he was at his older age. something about a buff salt and pepper man telling you what to do had you following commands like a dog, doing anything it takes to have him praise you more.

even still, you couldn't do anything about it. johnny was a married man. his family was your coworkers, hell, it was their job to command you! the guilty thoughts would creep up on you no matter how badly you wanted to avoid them. couldn't you have chosen a more... single man?

you seem so damn nervous.

"how can i be of service?" johnny asks, leaning his front half forward ever so slightly to show you he was interested in every word that dripped from your lips. your vision was too blurred from anxiety to properly articulate what you needed from him, so you nervously swirled your drink. damn the special forces and their free alcohol parties.

"how do you do it?" you ask with a stammer. "earthrealm, netherrealm, tarkatans, ninjas, thunder gods. it all feels so unreal. how do you stay so calm?"

"mm," he hums, lowering his own glass after a brief sip. "well, you get used to it. turns out i was born to a mediterranean war cult's gene pool. watched my daughter kick an elder god's ass while i got maggots down my throat. went face-to-face with younger me. there are just some things that are too damn ridiculous to ever fully understand, so i accept it for what it is. when you're my age, fighting for all of these otherworldly things, most of the little things feel like a walk in the park."

"don't get me wrong, sir, i'll fight for earthrealm, but this is all so... dizzying."

johnny visibly tenses up at 'sir.' "tell you what," he grabs his drink napkin and opens a sharpie with his teeth. "you ever wanna talk about it with someone that's seen everything, you come to me." he writes his personal phone number on the napkin and places it in your palm with a smile.

you fidget with the paper before pocketing it, worried you'd pick at it too much and rip it to shreds before you could save the digits. the most you could bring yourself to do was half-bow, half-nod before scurrying away to the bathroom to cool your hot face. johnny could only chuckle to himself with a shake of his head.

long walks of shame look so good on you.

a long time was spent staring at the new conversation on your phone. despite your inexperience, there was a simmering feeling that johnny didn't just give you his number to let you vent. he wanted to talk to you outside of work. the thought makes you sweat.

why would he want to talk to you? if he wanted conversation, he would reach out to his wife and kid. he had it all, and yet he still wanted to put everything on the line for you.

you're moving fast, and i'm into it.

"lieutenant. it's reader," you shoot a simple text out, lying to yourself when you justify texting him for the sake of him saving your number. it was late, too late to be texting your superior. another lie you told yourself: i'll just send the message now so he sees it in the morning! your shameful justifications are ripped from you when you receive a reply, almost immediately.

"couldn't it have waited until the morning?" he replies bluntly, and you're ready to type out a spew of apologies before a second text comes through. "i'm teasing. johnny, by the way. no need for titles."

"sorry." you try to remain professional with your response, fingers dancing wildly across your keyboard. your eyes flicker up to the clock in the top corner, realizing it's well into the night. "didn't expect a response so late. have a good night, lieutenant."

you're ready to throw your phone out of the nearest window out of sheer embarrassment, but you stop when you feel another buzz come through. your stomach flips.

"johnny. you usually stay up late?" he texts, drawing the conversation out much to your surprise. "it's 3:30 in the morning."

"my day's been so boring," you decide to lean into the more casual chat, hoping to find a softer side to your boss. you should feel disgusted, repulsed, put off. he was double your age and then some. but dear god, his attention on you was hypnotizing even if it was just words on a screen. "hoping to waste some time before tomorrow comes. lots of training."

johnny's reply takes a suspiciously long time to come through, his bubble appearing and disappearing. just before you thought you lost the conversation, a photo comes through. johnny's laying in bed, hair ruffled and shirtless. his eyes have a soft, pleading look to them and his lips are curled into a pretty smile. the tiniest glimpse of his chest tattoo pokes through the bottom of the image, and you had to make a conscious effort to swallow your drool and close your jaw. you almost don't notice the text attached.

"maybe i could waste your time?"

you choke on your saliva, glancing off to the corner of your room as if an invisible camera was perched there. this man held zero shame, that much was true. you suppose it's from his age. there's only so much time in one life, so he's seizing every moment. it terrified you, to the depths of your core.

"i don't follow," you text back, playing dumb. this was genuinely unbelievable to you, you needed to hear more from his perspective to make sure you weren't actually dreaming or reading too far into his offer.

"come on, girl," he teasingly responds. "don't play dumb. i may be old, but i'm still sharp." another photo slides into the chat, the same idea s his previous one but now fully displaying his torso. his broad chest with his name painted on it was now boldly on display. his hand laid flirtatiously on his abs, fingers spread out. at the very bottom, you could make out the beginning of a thick tent in his pajama pants. it was like every inch of this man was maximized. you'd seen his shirtless form in his old movies, but seeing it now... it was personal. that photo was for you. "i know you're still fucking with me. i see how you look at me." you bite your lip, wondering if maybe sonya was sharing the other side of the bed. your stomach churns.

"i mean..." you leave the text at that, rapidly typing and deleting. you're not quite sure what to say, how to carry this now heated conversation. you'd never... had to before. "if i may state the obvious, you're... older. and my boss. and married."

his replies stop for a good couple minutes. you wonder if maybe he was regretting his advance. you hoped not.

"is it something that you'd mind?" johnny asks, hesitation in his words as he breaks away from his flirty comments. his question makes you ponder. you were a virgin at your age, holding onto this trait longer than almost everyone at a similar age to you. work was your priority, never giving yourself enough time for a serious commitment. but here you were. johnny was throwing something onto the table that you never expected to happen. were you going to pass this up and stay a virgin forever? hell, no!

"sent you my location. let's try something new, lieutenant."

"johnny." he corrects you one final time before falling completely silent on his end. your stomach twists and churns wildly, realizing you have opened the flood gates to a hookup with your boss. you throw your pajamas off and replace them with a cuter, coordinating pair. you brush your teeth again and try to fix your hair into a neater updo, not impacted by the friction of your pillowcase. shoes and various discarded belongings are shoved under the bed and into the closet. you hadn't had male company, well, ever. you had to come off as somewhat decent for him.

jesus christ, your mind grows dizzy. you were going to lose your virginity, now, or in however long it takes for him to arrive at you apartment. you're not far from work, and even still the time it took for you to hear footsteps in the hallway must have been a century at the minimum. you were seriously going through with this because it was about damn time you enjoyed yourself and spiced shit up.

the heavy footsteps come to a halt, the shadow overtaking the faint hallway light glowing. a part of you wants to hide, maybe jump out of your fire exit. your nerves were blinding, and taking the steps to the entrance felt like an olympic sport. that is, until a new text appears.

"let me inside."

do you open the door? leaning against it, you can smell his musk just through the crack alone. damn his hypnotic... everything. if you open the door, his entire career, marriage, and life could be over. that is, if you spill. you wouldn't.

keeping shit a secret fits you like a glove.

you slowly open the door, hand frozen on the doorknob as you're met with your boss towering over you with a heavy look in his eyes. it's hard to avoid his own hesitation too, but his hard breathing betrays his morals. he looks ready to pounce at any given moment. johnny's mouth opens first, but you beat him to it.

"i'm a virgin," you blurt, mind too empty to feel embarrassed at the fact. you felt the need to tell him now, before he was on top of you and you laid there like a fool.

johnny's brows raise up ever so slightly. "what?"

the heat of the admittance catches up to you, and you twiddle with the hem of your shorts. you repeat yourself meekly, letting the predicament set in between the two of you.

"that's..." he trails off, glancing into your room. "um."

"i'm sorry-" your face heats up, your eyes pricking with tears at the awkward air. "i just... i didn't want you to be surprised, because i don't know what i'm doing."

something new stirs in johnny's core as he understands the weight of the situation. his fists clench and he takes a lumbering step toward you. you back up on instinct.

"that's alright," he purrs, voice hitting a new low, one that's far away from his professional volume. "'cause i'll take care of you. i've got you."

he stands up straight, scratching the back of his neck.

"if you'll have me... i guess that speaks for itself. i'm here, aren't i?"

you nod with a nervous chuckle. your bodies move in sync as you figure out where to put your hands. they settle on his neck, wrapping your arms around him to pull him in. his hands hold your waist. jesus, his hands are big. you'd kissed before, so this is familiar territory.

"i'll take that as a yes," his eyes flick to your lips, visibly restraining himself from fully taking advantage of you. he leans in for a tender kiss, your lips and his moving together. it turns heated quick, with his tongue darting out to get a taste of your mouth which you accept gratefully.

johnny's hands trail down to your ass, cupping the underside as if his hands were destined to fit there. he tugs upward, and you understand what he's trying to do. you jump up and break the kiss momentarily so your legs trap his waist. in between make out sessions, you guide him through your apartment to the bedroom. his lips taste bitter like alcohol but cleanly sweet. exactly how you imagined.

your mind is hazy with lust, your pussy clenching around nothing as you envision taking a monster like him for the first time. a part of you wonders if it's even possible. instead of throwing you onto the mattress, he lowers you like a princess, supporting your head and back with each hand which does nothing to help your aching wetness pooling between your legs.

johnny's lips dive to your jaw, sucking and biting tenderly. you wince, but replace the noise with a lustful gasp as he soothes the pain with his hot tongue. you want to clench your thighs together to relieve the throbbing pressure, but johnny's hands pry your legs open as his hips fit perfectly between them. like a forbidden puzzle piece. you feel his cock rub through your pajamas, and your mouth gathers drool.

johnny finds any possible plush flesh of your neck to take in, kissing wetly as he gently ruts into you, not even realizing he's doing it. he needed to explore every inch of this new body, this new lover... his mistress.

if you were to start praying for forgiveness, it'd be now. you internally cursed sonya for getting her hands on him before you could. your chest burned with jealousy and desire. he was so evilly delicious, and every inch of him needed to be inside before you'd start sobbing. your hands fly forward and tug him forward by his waistband.

"need you," is the most you can coherently ask for, blinded by your horniness. johnny pulls away from your collar, panting in your face. he can't bring himself to look directly in your eyes, your wet, pleading eyes.

"you..." he swallows thickly, brows knitting together. he frowns. "you can't tell anyone. you know that, right?''

you nod with a small whine. you wanted him to just shut up and fuck you.

"hhh - won't say anything," you huff back, gliding your dampened bottoms across his dick with need. he groans, and buries his head in your neck, a deep sigh sending goosebumps across you skin.

"atta girl..."

so hit me up when you feel down i'll make your ass stay 'til sundown i understand what you've been through 'cause I'm a sorry sucker too i know you're scared and that's alright just let me love you for the night

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mk11 #mortal kombat smut #marley writes ☆

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itsrheasgirl · 5 months

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Okay, but in the light of the recents events can you write some angst? Rhea and reader are close friends for years and had always been affectionate and caring towards each other.

After Rhea’s boyfriend proposed to her there’s a party to celebrate the occasion and accidentally Rhea hears a conversation between reader and another wrestler (who only knows about readers feelings for Rhea). The wrestler is asking how is the reader coping and does she regret never telling Rhea about her true feelings to which the R answers that she was never Rhea’s choice and all she wants is to see her happy even if that means never knowing what could have been between them. When Rhea hears that she’s completely shocked and broken because she too was hiding her feelings because she never thought that anything between her and her friend can ever happen.

You can continue it however you feel like, but with happy ending between the two of them please

HAPPILY (N)EVER AFTER - PART 1

RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

WORD COUNT: 4,653

SUMMARY: WHEN RHEA TELLS YOU SHE’S GETTING MARRIED, YOU FIND YOURSELF IN THE ARMS OF A FRIEND AND FALLING APART AT THE SEAMS DURING HER ENGAGEMENT PARTY. BUT WILL IT END WITH A HAPPY EVER AFTER?

TW: ANGSTY.

- - - -

— I’M ENGAGED! 🙈

You couldn’t take your eyes off the text message as it sat in the center of your phone screen, a sharp pain driving into your chest as your breath held itself tightly in your throat. Rhea was getting married.

It had come as no surprise to you. You knew the day would come that Rhea’s boyfriend would finally propose, taking the one person you cared about the most in the world away from you and yet you still couldn’t convince yourself to breathe.

“Rhea’s engaged.”

You almost whispered over to Sonya as you both bent forward into downward dog, the dagger in your chest tightening as those two words played over and over in your subconscious. You didn’t want to say the words out loud but you couldn’t stop them, your form faltering as you heard the female beside you gasp.

Sonya dropped out of position instantly and sat cross legged on her yoga mat with a grin from ear to ear, the words coming from between her lips in a high pitched tone.

“I’m sorry what!”

You didn’t want to have to repeat yourself, the words tasted like copper in your mouth and saying them again out loud would hurt you even more the second time.

Lowering your position back down onto your knees, you sit back and exhale a shallow breath. Sonya knew all about how you’d spent the last few years pining after Rhea, ever since you’d been pulled up to the big leagues from NXT. She knew how you’d left every event Rhea had attended with her boyfriend miserable because she’d been too busy with him to pay attention to you.

It’s not like you’d expected her to ignore him, but you hadn’t expected her to ignore you either.

Slowly bringing your posture round to sit cross legged in front of Sonya, you tilt your head up to meet her gaze and plaster your best ‘I’m so happy for her’ grin upon your lips.

“She’s engaged. Rhea’s getting married.”

Sonya could see the pain on your face; even though you tried your hardest to hide it from her. Rhea was such a big part of your life, how could you not be hurting.

Shuffling a little closer to your closed off posture, the dark haired female took your hand in hers without a word. She didn’t want to force you to talk about it; at least not yet, instead the two of you sat in the empty gym in silence.

- - - -

You could faintly hear the music from inside the bar as you sat outside in the empty parking lot, surrounded by nothing but your own thoughts. It had been a rough few days for you, battling with the fact that Rhea was getting married was harder than you’d expected it to be and if you were being completely honest with yourself; it still hadn’t quite sunk in.

You’d chosen to give Rhea some distance. She needed time to get used to being a fiancé and you; well you weren’t entirely sure you could face her without giving away the fact you were disappointed that she was marrying someone else.

Tracing your finger over the rim of your empty champagne glass, you exhale a long sigh. It had taken everything in you to attend Rhea’s engagement party. Being around her and your friends whilst struggling with your feelings about the whole situation was hard; it was the main reason you’d slunk off to have some alone time, you needed a moment to let out your emotions and the extensive guest list for the party had left you with limited options.

Placing the empty glass down at your feet, you hunched your back and lowered your head into your awaiting hands. The sharp pain in your lungs from days before had yet to subside; the constant thought of Rhea’s text flashing across your screen reigniting the fire in your chest that burned stronger than any other heartache you’d felt before and it showed no sign of stopping.

Closing your eyes tightly as the sound of approaching heels rang in your eardrums, you prayed it was just a stranger coming for a cigarette or maybe to throw up in a bush.

You weren’t in the right headspace to talk with anyone right now, but knowing your luck it would be the one person you weren’t quite ready to face. Other than when you’d arrived alongside Sonya and Bianca, you hadn’t said two words to Rhea. She had been far too busy with the line of people desperate to congratulate her and you— well you’d actually been avoiding her.

Keeping your hands buried in your palms, you slowly parted your fingers to peek at the shoes that stood before you. Relief instantly washed over you as they fell upon the unnecessary high pair of stilettos you’d lent to Sonya for the special occasion. You thought you’d been quite successful when you’d managed to slip away from the group; but not quite successful enough it seemed.

“There you are.”

Sonya uttered. Her slender frame towering over you as you remained face in hands.

“What are you doing out here?”

She didn’t really need an answer. Sonya knew exactly why you’d hidden yourself away, but that hadn’t stopped her from coming to find you non the less. Taking a seat beside you on the old wooden bench, her slender fingers pulled a single palm from your face to hold tightly in her own grasp.

“You should be inside with everyone else, Son. We don’t want the bride-to-be noticing you’re missing.”

“I could say the same to you.”

Sonya sighed.

“She hasn’t noticed I’m missing.”

You almost bark; a throaty scoff parting your lips as your second palm dropped to your lap. Your neck craning so you can look over in Sonya’s direction with sullen eyes.

“If I hadn’t said hi, she wouldn’t even know I was here.”

The words tore at your chest as you spoke, but it was reality and you had to face that. You weren’t on Rhea’s radar, you never had been and her future was with the man who’d asked her to marry him.

“Rhea loves you.”

Sonya muttered as her hold upon your palm tightened slightly.

“You're her best friend, of course she would know if you weren’t here. You’re connected.”

A shallow sigh burst free from your lungs as you swallowed back the tight lump that began to form in your throat, words leaving your lips laced with sarcasm.

“Not in any way that counts.”

You hoped Sonya wouldn’t push it any further. You hadn’t talked to anyone about how Rhea’s engagement was making you feel and you planned to keep it that way. It wasn’t anyone else’s burden to bare but your own.

Exhaling another shallow breath, you lean back against the bench and tilt your head up to face the heavens. The sky was so clear, you could see every star as they shone across the midnight sky and the beauty of it all tugged at the corners of your lips.

“I’m fine, Sonya. Please don’t let me ruin your night. Go, enjoy the party.”

A few moments passed before Sonya said anything, her voice soft and heartwarming as she gave your palm another squeeze. You were always too concerned for the well-being of others and never took care of yourself. It was something you’d always done.

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me, Y/N. You can’t keep hiding your feelings about this from everyone. It’s going to eat you alive until you break and you shouldn’t be alone when that happens.”

You could feel the lump in your throat cutting off your airways as it began to grow larger. Of course Sonya was right. The more you pushed down your emotions, the harder you would break when your body finally had enough.

“I can’t.”

You choked out through labored breath, your bottom lip beginning to tremble as you held on tightly to Sonya’s hand.

“I can’t face it. I can’t let myself feel it. I just can’t.”

Sonya leant forward so she could look upon you with concern in her gaze, her dark hues catching the tremble in your lip and the tightness of your chest as she took both your palms in hers.

There was only so much heartbreak a person could take and watching the woman you loved marry someone else broke that barrier and then some.

Smoothing the pads of her thumbs against the top of your hands and tracing each knuckle at a time, Sonya exhaled a muted breath. She wanted to help you, to be your shoulder to cry on as you let out all the bottled up feelings you had pushed deep down, but she didn’t know how to help you when you wouldn’t help yourself.

“Listen to me, babe. Rhea is your best friend, she’s the love of your life and you need to process this now or at the end of the day, you're gonna lose her completely. Do you want that?”

Of course you didn’t want that. Yes Rhea was getting married, but that’s all she was doing. She wasn’t moving away, she wasn’t leaving you. She would still come over to your apartment at midnight if you needed her, she would still spend girls night getting drunk and dancing till your feet hurt. She was your best friend and she wouldn’t abandon you because of a guy.

Slowly lowering your gaze from the sparkling sky and down to meet the chocolate pools of Sonya’s hues, you swallow harshly in hopes to keep your tears at bay.

“No.”

Was all you could manage as you pulled in a stammered breath, the prickle of a threatening break burning at your eyes.

“Then talk to me.”

Sonya’s voice was always so soothing. Her tone was sweet as honey, but still firm.

Letting your lids flutter closed for a brief moment, you inhale a deep breath to fill your lungs. The tightness in your chest sent a pain down your spine as you gave Sonya’s hands a soft squeeze, your exhale coming out in stammered bursts.

“She’s getting married, Son. There is nothing I can do, nothing I can say that’s going to change that. What does telling you my feelings do except hurt me more?”

Sonya wasn’t entirely sure what to say. She couldn’t put the words in your mouth, you needed to figure them out on your own but it had been six days since you’d found out about Rhea’s engagement and you’d not said two words about it to anyone. It had to be killing you and all she wanted to do was help.

Exhaling a shallow breath as she mulled things over in silence, Sonya kept her watchful gaze upon you. The tremor in your lip was still very present and she could see the tears as they began to glistened across your lense, not yet ready to break the waterline.

“She needs to know how you feel, babe. You have to tell her the truth.”

- - - -

Rhea’s fingers spread out on the wooden door frame ahead of her as she pushed out into the cool night air, her plush lips curving into a warm smile as her ring glistened in the moonlight.

She couldn’t believe how many people had shown up to celebrate her engagement, her fiancé had even flown out her parents as a surprise; but she was desperate for a second alone. Ever since the party had started, she hadn’t had a second to breathe, the constant flood of people congratulating her never seemed to end. There were only so many times she could say thank you before it started to drive her insane, eventually things had finally calmed down enough for her to sneak outside for a breath of air and she couldn’t be more grateful.

Stepping out into the empty parking lot, she let her lids fall and inhaled the largest breath. Flooding every inch of her lungs with the crisp midnight breeze, she raised her lids only to fall upon the back of your head in the distance.

Sonya’s gaze grew wide as she spotted Rhea standing by the bar entrance, her actions to stop your sudden outburst not quite fast enough as you opened your mouth to speak loud enough that Rhea would definitely hear.

“How- How I feel?.”

Sonya shook her head gently in hopes you’d stop talking but you ignored it and kept going in a slightly breathless tone. Your words were thick in your throat which made it harder for you to breathe, but you persevered.

“What am I supposed to do Sonya, just walk up to her in the middle of her perfect fucking engagement party and tell her I’m in love with her? Tell her she shouldn’t be marrying him, she should be marrying me?”

Sonya’s lips parted; unable to speak words as she simply watched you falling apart before her. The well in your eyes deepened as tears threatened to break your waterline, the thickness in your voice casted in emotion as you tried to swallow.

“She loves him, Sonya. She doesn’t love me. She’s never loved me. She will never love me. So why— why would I punish myself and tell her I’ve loved her since the day we met, when I’ll get nothing in return but a broken heart? Huh. WHY?!”

Your breathing was getting harder and the knife in your chest was tightening, twisting and twisting like a vice as it pushed all the air from your lungs. Sonya had pushed you to this, she’d told you to let go and feel. But had she been prepared for this?

Sonya kept a watchful eye on Rhea over your shoulder, unable to stop the crumbling wall she’d detonated as you blurted out the things you hadn’t planned on Rhea ever hearing.

“Y/N, I—”

Sonya was lost for words. She didn’t want to stop you from finally giving in to all the pain Rhea’s engagement was causing you, but at the same time she didn’t want to add to the awkward situation Rhea had found herself in. She had no idea how you felt about her getting married; how could she? You’d avoided every text message and ever phone call from her over the last few days, desperate to keep your emotions at bay.

“I can’t burden her with this, Sonya. Rhea deserves to get married and be happy, she deserves to walk down that aisle with nothing but joy. If I tell her that I love her.. that I’ve always loved her..”

You pause to inhale a shaky breath as the first few tears break free from your waterline, trickling down your cheek and dripping onto the emerald satin of your dress.

“I have to let her go, Son.”

Was all you could utter as your throat grew tight and your demeanor fell lax as you slumped in your seat.

You knew Sonya was trying to make things better, getting you to admit to your feelings for Rhea was only the first step in what was going to be a long night for you and as much as it was hurting you; you had to admit it was helping.

“Go back inside, Sonya. I’ll come in soon, I promise.”

Exhaling a long sign, Sonya extended her palm to swipe away the stray tear that clung to your cheek. Her fingertip sliding beneath your chin and tilting your head back up so she could address you head on with her words.

“Don’t stay out here punishing yourself Y/N, if you're not back inside in twenty minutes I'm coming back out here to get you.”

Getting up without another word, Sonya leant down to press her lips against the top of your head and turned to head back inside. You needed a little alone time and as much as she wanted to stay with you, keep you safe while you broke down over losing the most important girl in your life, but she had more important things to deal with. She needed to get Rhea back inside and away from you, she’d heard more than she needed too and Sonya wasn't willing to let her address the situation until you were ready.

You wanted to make sure Sonya actually left, that you were finally alone to release the emotion she had pulled from you but as you stared down at your palm and inhaled a labored breath, you couldn’t help the unstoppable tears that broke free from behind your lids. Your cheeks instantly moistening as the waterfall of emotions finally hits the surface.

- - - - -

Smoothing away the smudges of black from under your eyes as you inspected your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you exhaled a small huff and pushed back off the sink ledge. You just had to make it through the night. Rhea didn’t know a thing and as long as you could keep it together, everything would be fine.

Crossing the bathroom floor as you smoothed out your emerald dress, you stop abruptly when a pair of heels appear before you. They weren't the shoes you’d leant Sonya, they weren’t Bianca’s or Liv’s. Swallowing a large lump that formed in your throat, you slowly raised your gaze to meet Rhea’s glimmering sapphire hues.

“Fuck.”

You scoffed under your breath, forcing your plush lips into a warm smile as you contemplated what you should say to her. You knew she’d be mad at you, you’d been avoiding her for days but you had to say something. Pulling your palm through curled locks, you inhaled yet another breath.

“Having a good night?”

‘Having a good night?’ Your subconscious screamed. Could you not have come up with something else? Rhea’s gaze was fixed on you, locked in like she had something to say and yet she said nothing. The two of you stood in silence simply looking at each other and waiting for the other to speak. Your palms began to sweat as you finally broke eye contact, a soft smile pulling at the corner of your lips as you scoffed a small chuckle. Even after all the years of knowing Rhea, she still made you nervous.

“Rhea, you okay?”

You uttered, your entire form moving forward and in her direction.

“You look like you just got bad news, babe what's going on?”

Your worry about saying the wrong thing to Rhea disappeared as she remained motionless in front of you. Why wasn’t she speaking? What had happened?

Stretching out your palm towards Rhea’s, you flinch slightly as she yanks her hand away. The expression on her face falling even more sullen as she inhales a breath and takes a small step away from you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Rhea finally broke her silence. Her palms remaining at her sides as she kept her gaze upon you. You felt your heart as it dropped in your cheat, your windpipe closing around the air as it tried to escape your lungs. You couldn’t breathe and you didn’t know what to do.

“What–”

You choked out, trying your best to remain calm.

“What are you talking about?”

Had Sonya said something? She was the only one who knew about your feelings for Rhea and she was known for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Swallowing the nerves that began to return, you froze as Rhea finally closed the distance once more and took your palm within her own.

“I heard you.. I was outside and.. You love me?”

Each sentence was stammered and incomplete but you quickly pieced together what had happened, your fingers winding with Rhea’s as she held onto your palm tightly. She wasn’t going to let you go until she got the answers she needed and as much as you regretted everything she’d heard, you didn’t really want her to let go.

“You expect me to tell you I’m in love with you when three days ago you told me you're getting married. Are you crazy?”

A small chortle parted your lips as you shook your head gently, the nerves that boiled beneath your skin dying down as you watched Rhea’s lips curve into an impish grin. Her fingers tightening even more with your own as she pulled you a little closer towards her.

“You could have told me four days ago.”

“And what difference would that have made, Rhea?”

You scoffed, pulling your palm free from hers and turning your back as you crossed the bathroom, spinning on heeled feet as you continued.

“Are you seriously telling me that if four days ago I had come to you and said I love you, that you should be with me, that we should be as happy as you are with him, that it would have made a difference on how things would be right now?”

You didn’t want to raise your voice at Rhea, partly because she scared you, but mainly because you couldn’t face the emotions it would undoubtedly pull back up and you’d just managed to calm yourself after the first time. Rhea hadn’t moved but neither had her features, the impish grin still plastered on her lips as she watched you vent. Why was she so calm about all of this?

“Yes.”

She finally spoke. Her form closing the distance between you until she was able to scrape your hair behind your ear. The softness of her thumb against your jawline causing you to tremble.

“Yeah right.”

You scoffed once more as your throat tightened again, the closeness between you and Rhea causing your entire form to shift. You could feel the warmth of her breath against your skin, the sweet smell of her perfume flooding your nostrils. She wasn’t being serious, your confession of love wouldn’t have meant a thing. She loved someone else and no matter what you said to her, nothing would change that. Right?

Cradling her palm around the angle of your jaw, Rhea tilted your head to force your gaze to hers. You spent years wishing she’d look at you the way she did in that moment, but as you stared up into her glistening baby blues you couldn’t stop the color that flushed your cheeks. Rhea’s dominance at work was captivating for many, but as she stared into the depth of your gaze you completely forgot how to breathe.

“I said yes and I meant it.”

The air trapped within your lungs caused your chest to hurt as the breath remained locked within your body, Rhea’s thumb gently grazing along your jawline as she spoke.

“Breathe baby.”

She muttered to you, her free hand placing down against your chest over your heart. The heavy thrum drumming against her palm as her lips curved into a delicate smile.

“Just breathe.”

How did she expect you to just breathe? It had been years since you’d fallen for Rhea, yet you had never done a damn thing about it for fear of her rejecting you. Only to be telling her how you felt at her engagement party and her telling you she wishes you’d told her sooner. Would this have been your engagement party if only you’d told her when it happened and not kept it a secret from her?

Finally finding your breath after what felt like hours, you swallow back the dryness that coated your esophagus. Your cheek softly leaning into Rhea’s palm as she continued to cradle your face. The problems of the world around you melting away as you forgot exactly what was happening.

It took a few moments, but eventually it all hit you. Your entire frame darting out of Rhea’s hold, you shake your head as the words fell from your lips.

“No. No.. no no, you can’t do this to me.”

Rhea’s manicured brow arched slightly as she watched you shift backwards, her first instinct to reach for you and gently hold you still within her palms.

“You can’t make me fall more in love with you Rhea, you can’t. You’re getting married.”

Rhea’s palm slowly began to slide up the length of your bare arms, her fingertips causing the hairs on your skin to stand on end as they danced back up to rest down upon your shoulders. You wanted to tell her to stop. That she shouldn’t be in here with you, she should be outside with her fiancé. Celebrating with her friends and family.

“I’ve thought about you every day since the moment I laid eyes on you, Y/N.”

You could hear Rhea’s words as clearly as spoke them and yet somehow your brain struggled to process them. She wasn’t serious. She couldn’t be.

“Rhea, please.”

You whispered, dropping your gaze to the ground.

“I remember every word you said to me.”

You knew Rhea wasn’t going to stop. She knew how you felt now and if this was the only moment she had to tell you, then god dammit she intended to let it all out.

“I remember the way you smelt. Your smile. The sound of you laugh. The way your cheeks flushed when Sonya introduced us and from that moment on it’s all I thought about. Until…”

Rhea paused. Her thumbs gently gliding over your shoulders as she inhaled a shaky breath.

“Until you met him.”

You uttered softly. Your gaze finally returning to find Rhea’s sapphire hues.

“No.”

She scoffed softly. Connecting your eyes once more with a disheartened smile.

“Until I realized you could never love me.”

It tore at your chest as she spoke. The reality setting in that you could have spent every second from the day you met together but because of your stupidity and choices to keep silent, Rhea had fallen in love with someone else instead of you.

You’d stopped thinking rationally. The words spilling from your lips like an unstoppable force and your palms cupped around the angle of Rhea’s jawline.

“I did love you. I— I do love you. I always have and I believe that I always will. No matter where your life takes you, I will always love you Rhea Ripley. Forever.”

The prickle of tears threatened your waterline once more as you spoke, the pads of your thumbs tracing over the apple of Rhea’s cheeks as you forced yourself to keep in place. It was killing you to tell her the truth knowing she was about to marry someone else, but Sonya was right. Rhea had the right to know the truth, even if it meant you could never see her again due to how much it hurt.

Rhea hadn’t blinked, she hadn’t flinched, hell you weren’t even sure if she had taken a breath. Her entire form remained still in front of you as if you’d frozen her into a state of shock.

You’d said your piece. You could easily slip out of the bathroom, out of the party and off into the night without any backlash.

Exhaling a soft sigh as you retracted your palms from around Rhea’s face, you took a small step back. Your form stumbled slightly as her palms tightened round your shoulders, the entire body tightening as one palm slid round the back of your neck and the other took hold of your waist. The air around you becomes thick as it all flashed before your eyes.

Was she about to….

Rhea’s lips were on yours before you had the time to stop her, the distance between you completely gone as she pressed her muscular frame against your own. Your own palms winding into the small of her back as you hold her close.

It was wrong, it was all wrong but you’d waiting years for this moment and if it was the only chance you’d get to be with her— even if it was just for a second, fuck were you going to take it.

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skymoral · 6 months

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Bi-Han x B!F Wife Reader

TRAINING

Summary: Bi-han was having the clan train, Kuai Liang monitoring it and Y/N wanted to join. But one of the Lin Kuei’s went a bit to far, and Bi-han was not accepting that.

Tags: Fluff/protect, slight drama, over-protective

A/N: Bi-han does not play about his woman

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You just had finish treating yourself of earthrealms female activities, Sonya took you for a girls out to explore earth.

With a hard push to have Bi-han approve of you going, so you had body guards as if you couldn’t defend yourself… well to a certain extent.

Y/N bid her friend Sonya farewell, as you were headed to back to your room to show it off to your husband. You passed where the Lin Kuei was training.

Y/N saw her brother-In-law Kuai Liang, he was showing his clan new skills. You watched standing between the threshold.

“What are you doing woman?” A cold tone came from behind her. There was only one man that talked with such coldness.

“Beloved! Ooh look!” You ran up hugging his arm, and putting your hand in his face.

“You like my nails, there blue and light blue. I know how much you love it when I wear your color. Ooh, and I let my braids out!”

Y/N stepped back not to far shaking her big fluffy curly Afro. It was literally touching your shoulders. He left your hand kissing the back of your palm.

“It is Beautiful, I am pleased to know you enjoyed yourself.” Bi-han gave a small smile, that was quickly gone as he entered the training spot.

Of course you followed behind, as you love watching the training sessions and little spar.

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As the training was continuing, you heard Kuai Liang ask anyone if they would like to spar with one of the Lin Kuei warriors, who went by the name “Lu Min”(A/N: don’t judge me about the name lol). Who was there most skilled warrior

“I can spar with them!” Y/N volunteered herself happily. Kuai Liang gave you a shocked expression, then turned to his brother. Who only waved his hand giving his approval.

You stood up and put your hair into two big puffs. “It is an honor to be able to spar with the grand mistress herself.” Lu Min bowed.

“Likewise.” You returned the gesture. You got into a fighting stance. You were lucky you didn’t have to change. You had a comfortable attire on, that was suitable for fighting.

As you both spar, you earned a couple impressed reactions.

You’ve been doing some training of your own and sometimes practice with your husband.

But you wanted to show off something you learn, which was a double aerial kick before you kicked him down.

“A little something ya girl learned on her own.” You noticed an impressed grin from Bi-han. He expected nothing less from you, as he does not marry weak women.

“We’re not finish yet.” Lu Min said a bit more agitated. You noticed but brushed it off.

He charged at you, but you blocked his punch, then he swepped his leg under her making her fall.

Before Y/N could block, he punched her hard in her chest. Knocking the wind out of you, you grunted slightly.

Trying to get up, then he kicked you hard against the wall and punched you dead in your face, but used your hands to protect it slightly, which didn’t do much. Earning a whimper out of you, your face bruised.

Before it could continue, Kuai Liang ended the fight. Standing between you both, Y/N thanked the gods for the intervention. Because she be damned if she tapped out.

Not wanting to seem weak, but was boy fighting as if it was a real Mortal Kombat. The pain was getting to you, and he just fucked up the nails you just got did.

You felt the aura of the room changed, Bi-han kneeled in front of you. Gripping your face and looking at your wounds

{You wondered to yourself on when you had got on the ground}

“You are bruised but not broken. We will end this little sparring session.”

You could tell Bi-han was pissed that one of his men went overboard, “I-It’s fine Bi-han, I was just caught off guard I’m alright babe… Well, except my nails.” You tried to play off jokingly, but he was in no joking mood.

Bi-han called one of the medics and asked them to tend to your wounds in your shared room with Bi-han.

“You will finish your sparring lesson with me.” Bi-han pointed at Lu Min, who was already apologizing and begging for mercy.

You were taken away before you could see an outcome

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You were laying in the bed, leaning against the headboard. Looking at what was your newly blue and light blue nails.

Fingers bandaged, some broke off fully(which hurt like a bitch) and others half broken but still sore as it was new.

Then you heard Bi-han entered the room, he sank the bed as sat on the edge. Pulling your hands to his lips kissing it.

“You didn’t kill the poor boy did you?” Y/N asked worryingly, you didn’t want to get anyone killed.

“Why does it matter.” Bi-han bluntly responded settling in the bed and pulling you close to him.

“Bi-hannnnn.” You whined, Bi-han was kissing your neck then bruises.

“He’s lucky Kuai Liang was there.” Bi-han, would have killed him if it weren’t for his brother holding him back. As he was already taught a lesson and made as an example to the others if they ever felt like being bold. How dare anyone ruin his wife’s beautiful face.

Y/N was alright with that response, at least he was alive. You gave him a sweet kiss on the lips before confirming to him that you’re alright and you will live and heal… except your nails.

“I’m sad about my nails though, they were so cute and nice… After all that money I spent on it.” You pouted.

“Money is no issue my dear wife, you can go again tomorrow.” Bi-han told you, giving you a smile. Your the only person he shows this too.

“THAT MEANS YOUR TAKING ME DADDY!?” You sat up excitedly. Bi-han huffed with a smirk before getting out the bed and heading to wash himself up.

“I never said that, it means you can find your own way again.” Bi-han told you before disappearing in the bathroom.

“BI-HANNNNNNN!” You whined loudly.

A/N: These are what your nails looked like, also hoped you enjoyed this story as well

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heliads · 20 days

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Newt x reader Bridgerton AU. Reader, the diamond of the season, is the Duchess of Hastings. She wants to marry someone who likes her as a person and isn’t after her money. Newt, son of a widowed viscountess, needs to marry to save his family’s reputation because his sister Sonya was seen alone with her fiancé Lord Aris before they were engaged. The anonymous writer Lady Whistledown is Ava, a widowed modiste who has her nose in everyone’s business, and Aris is the only one who knows.

'foxes and hounds' - newt

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The start of a new social season, although intended, supposedly, to be a cause for joy, feels rather more like a fierce uprising of dread, not celebration. Across the ton, young maidens find themselves new entrees– or, entrants– to the marriage mart. This game of rings and dances, men with ambition and women with more, will end in blissful happiness or deepest discontent. And all will be witnessed by every worthy family from one corner of the country to the next.

If all goes according to plan, an eligible would-be bride will find herself engaged to a man she loves, a man in possession of a handsome fortune and a sterling reputation. If luck slips past her, she’ll settle for someone decent, or someone without any income at all. If nothing goes in her favor, her first year in society will not be her last as a single woman. She will have to repeat her attempt the next year, this time without the glimmering aura of a new arrival, and hope that something within her has changed enough to attract a proposal. Otherwise, she will sink to the bottom of the pile of dance cards, ignored, abandoned, and grown up into a spinster. All that hard work gone to waste.

You’ve heard many young women discuss the marriage mart with nothing short of absolute terror in their voices. A good opening season can seal a girl’s fate forever. Attracting the eye of a worthy man is an impossible task for all but the best of the rosebuds, or so it seems. Most of us will settle for something halfway decent– a tidy sum per annum but nothing extravagant, a man with casual disinterest but nothing harsh. Something that can be shaped into something good, or at least ignored in favor of not being alone. Such is the romance of a married life.

You, however, hope to extract a little more out of the whole affair. As the Duchess of Hastings, you have no need for money. A marriage would be nice, the final touch on the portrait of a successful lady, but you do not require the financial stability of a husband. You have plenty of money and plenty of friends. You will inherit your estate. If you look for a husband, you will look only for love.

One would think, then, that entering your first season among the eligible women of the ton would be bereft of the panic permeating through most of your friends in search of husbands. However, when you line up with the rest of the young women to be presented to the Queen at the start of the season, you find that it couldn’t be less true.

Your stomach is in knots, even as you sweep confidently through the corridor to wait outside the door. The white feather in your hair stands tall and proud. Your dress is crisp and finely stitched, the highest of fashion yet never gaudy. You attract stares wherever you go– from the other girls, envious and jealous and heartsick, from the men, longing and cutthroat and mercenary– but pretend they don’t phase you in the slightest. As duchess, you’ve had plenty of time to grow accustomed to onlookers. You won’t allow them to interfere with you on this all important day.

At last, your name is called, and you enter the throne room, your mother behind you. You keep your steps small but light, and seem to float towards your queen. When the time is right, you sink into an elegant curtsy. The moment seems to last forever, your knees bent, your hands shaking slightly, but when the queen calls you to stand, you look up to find her smiling benevolently at you.

“I believe I have found my diamond of the season,” she announces.

The room erupts in polite applause, and you do your best to smother a smile that’s entirely too giddy to be proper. As you retreat from the room, you gaze at the faces surrounding you, trying to remember which ones look genuinely happy for you and which seem to be identifying a prize pig for the slaughter. When the town gossips all gather later to share their thoughts on today’s proceedings, you’re certain that some of them will attempt to discredit you, saying that of course the queen would choose the duchess as her diamond, but you know just as well as all of them that you deserve the honor today. You were the best of everyone here, and it’s plain to see.

Among all of them, your gaze catches on a singular man, almost lost in the crowd from all the bodies packed together but no less entrancing. What strikes you the most is that his face seems kind, and his eyes sparkle with pride as they watch you go. Pride for you, for your accomplishments. As if he couldn’t be more delighted that you of all people were named the season’s diamond.

Then you’re gone from the room, and the kind man is no longer before you. Still, you puzzle over the encounter long after your carriage takes you home. You don’t believe you recognize him, but that doesn’t mean anything to sway you towards any decision. An image of the young man swims in your mind– short, dirty blond hair, an upturned mouth, dark eyes, his face almost spritely. Clever, for sure.

You know better than to mess with clever men. Clever men are the type to try and twist your mind, convince you that they only love you then attempt to make off with your money. You know full well what marriage to you will offer any would-be suitor. This season, you may be looking for affection, but every man in the room will be after your fortune. The task of finding someone who truly cares for you will be a difficult one indeed.

So, clever men or not, you’ll have to keep your heart under close guard. When the first ball of the season comes to be, you don one of your finest dresses, and firmly admonish yourself to be careful. The game of hearts is not one that you lose. Either you win, or you destroy yourself.

You time your arrival carefully, so as to make the best entrance, and your efforts are rewarded. From the moment you’re announced, all eyes turn to you. Were it not for your extensive experience with being scrutinized in the grand magnifying lens that is the ton, you’d be nervous to have that many people looking at you. Even still, you can’t pretend you don’t feel a small flutter in your stomach.

It gets easier once you sweep further into the room, once people start smiling at you again, when the conversation picks up and you’re asked for your first dance of the evening, which you accept. Your partner is a charming man named Minho– dark hair, witty eyes, an excellent sense of humor. He’s athletic and a decent dancer, and by the time the music stops, you’re back to your usual self again. You can’t stop yourself from mentally sizing up your dance partner. He seems nice, and you wouldn’t be bored around him, at least. His family owns land. Although he’s not of your precise social standing, few are, and he’s close enough to you that it would be a respectable match.

Still– still, you think to yourself, as you move away from the center of the floor once more to consider your dance card, it’s not quite enough. You want love, you want a spark, and you didn’t quite get that with Minho. There are plenty of eligible suitors here, though, and many more balls to come. You’ll have other opportunities to select a match.

A few dances later, though, your feet are beginning to feel heavy and you’re still no closer to finding someone of interest than you were at the start. A good lady of extensive training such as yourself should have no problem dancing the entire night through with a pleasant smile on her face, but you’re still human, still tired, and your charming demeanor is beginning to pinch at the seams before long.

The music for the latest dance ends, and you curtsy to your partner, praying silently that no one else will be looking to fill your dance card for the next rotation. However, when you turn around, you’re greeted with the sight of many anxious faces. Something inside you wilts, perhaps your endurance.

Before the mobs can descend upon you, however, a figure appears in front of you. You sigh in relief to see one of your closest friends, Miss Teresa Agnes. “Teresa! And here I thought I wouldn’t have a single good friend all evening.”

Teresa laughs, her dark hair shining. “I would never abandon you. Certainly not when our diamond is sparkling so spectacularly tonight.”

You smile at her. “I’m not the only one who’s sparkling, Teresa. You look lovely.”

“Thank you,” Teresa says sincerely. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to introduce someone to you. This is Viscount Newt, a good friend of mine. I met him through Thomas.”

You smile to yourself as Teresa turns to beckon someone towards you. Teresa has been harboring a not-so-secret admiration for Thomas since you were all small. This is her first season in the social circles, too, and if she doesn’t come out of it with a proposal from Thomas, you’ll think the sky has fallen. Even now, he’s watching her fondly from across the room, trying to pretend as if he isn’t pining madly while Minho teases him for it.

“Here he is at last,” Teresa says, and all of a sudden you can’t think about Thomas’ case of lovesickness for a second longer, because Teresa has brought her friend before you, and you know him. It’s the stranger from your presentation to the queen. The nice one, the clever one. The one that caught your eye, and then your imagination.

You curtsy automatically, and Newt bows. Once the two of you straighten up, you’re able to observe him more closely. You’d only gotten a fleeting glimpse earlier, but now you can drink in the sight of him, and you do. His eyes are dark, but catch the lights like stars. His mouth has a habit of twitching up at the sides, as if he’s always thinking of a joke but just barely managing to keep it at bay. When he looks at you, he really looks at you. You’ve been stared at all night by would-be suitors, but their gazes never went farther than surface level. Right now, it’s as if Newt can see through to your very soul, and most intimately of all, appreciates it.

Teresa gives you a confused look, and you realize you’ve been standing in silence for longer than is probably courteous. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you say.

“I must return the sentiment,” Newt returns. “Teresa has talked about you many times. I’ve been quite eager to meet you.”

“I hope I’m worthy of what she’s told you,” you say.

Newt smiles again. “I believe you’re even better than that,” he tells you.

Teresa is looking at you with an odd smile. “I believe I’d better let the two of you get to know each other, then,” she says, and sweeps away before you can stop her.

Newt laughs. “She’s been wanting to set us up for ages. For a friendship, I mean,” he breaks in hastily. “Apparently, she thinks we have a similar sense of humor.”

“I look forward to finding that out myself,” you smile.

Newt’s eyes flash with mirth again, delighting you. Behind you, the music picks up again. Newt extends a hand towards you. “Would you mind if I shared a dance with you? Unless, of course, you’d rather sit for a while.”

“I’d love to dance,” you say quickly, and it’s true. All of a sudden, the pain in your feet is gone, as if it had never existed at all.

Newt smiles and takes your hand to lead you to the dance floor. The orchestra begins its melody, and you start your dance. You make a mental note to ask Teresa a little more about Newt later; he dances like an aristocrat, but he speaks so freely to you. It’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced in a suitor before.

Newt arches a brow as he steps through the dance. “Sizing me up, are you? It may be improper of me to ask, but I do hope I’m meeting your requirements.”

Your cheeks heat up. “I’m simply appreciating your mastery of this dance. Nothing more.”

Newt laughs easily. “Of course not. It’s not as if everyone else here is doing the same thing right now. Every dance partner is a strategy meeting. In just a matter of minutes, you’ll walk away knowing if I am a worthy wager, and I will do the same. This ball is full of hounds and foxes, my lady. We all know our parts.”

You glance at him, feeling a curious grin tugging at your lips. “And which am I? Fox or hound?”

Newt returns your proud gaze. “I suppose we’ll find out at the end of the season, won’t we?”

You laugh, feeling oddly triumphant. Newt has this way about him that you find enchanting. It’s almost breaching impropriety with how candid he is around you, but it only makes you trust him more. The dance ends far sooner than you’d like. Newt relinquishes you to the storm of suitors outside, hopefully with just as much reluctance as you.

The rest of the night passes in a blur. Newt is truly the only one that stands out to you. You don’t have a chance to dance with him again, but you keep making eye contact as you dance with other partners. You can practically hear his clever words in your head, catching you in the act of evaluating the suitors in front of you. Fox or hound?

When the ball ends and you return to your carriage for the ride home, you’re blissful, practically dreamy. You’ve had enough time with Newt to dream about it until the next ball, where you’ll likely repeat the same cycle over and over again until the season ends.

However, your golden mood is shattered when your chaperone sits down across from you. Her face, by contrast, is twisted with disappointment. “Do you have any idea what sort of trouble you’re getting yourself into?” She asks once the carriage pulls away.

Still caught up in the heady dream of a merry boy who smiled the brightest when he danced with you, you don’t realize the trap descending around you until it’s too late. “What trouble?”

Your chaperone’s lips purse. “You’re meant to be dancing only with eligible gentlemen, my lady. I should hope that you’d be able to recognize the suitable candidates from the unseemly by now.”

The veil is pierced, and you’re beginning to be brought back to earth. “What are you talking about? I thought I made perfectly reasonable choices with my dance partners.”

Your chaperone shakes her head, a quick, sharp gesture. “All but one. Goodness, haven’t you heard about the trouble with that one family? I can’t believe Miss Agnes had the nerve to introduce him to you, but perhaps the fact that she’s so besotted with Lord Thomas is upsetting her mind.”

Your heart freezes in your chest. “You can’t mean to say that the Viscount is not a suitable bachelor? What else could he be?”

The other woman sighs. “You don’t know, do you? My lady, I would not interfere if I did not feel the need, but I can assure you, his motives with you are purely mercenary. That man is desperate for something to cover up the follies of his family, and you, my dear, are the perfect gilded shield.”

You feel cold. “What follies?”

“His sister, Miss Sonya, was seen alone with her fiance,” your chaperone murmurs at last. “Lord Aris. I would think you would have heard his name, although perhaps not connected it with Viscount Newt. Miss Sonya and Lord Aris were happily engaged, and by all accounts it was a fine union, but they were seen together without a chaperone past dark. Quite the scandal. The Viscount knows it and is eager to get the ton talking about anything but his sister’s misdeeds. Entering into a courtship with you would do just the trick.”

She’s right, and you know it, and you hate it. “He seemed so genuine,” you whisper, and instantly know how foolish it sounds.

Your chaperone, to her credit, is kind enough to take pity on you. “He did,” she tells you, “and you looked happy together. You would be less happy, however, when you found out the truth. I would rather you know now and stay away. Men like that are nothing but trouble.”

You nod solemnly, turning your head to watch the dark landscapes rumbling past. The sun is already beginning to rise, a hallmark of a late night out. It had been a beautiful night up until this, and now the entire evening is ruined in your mind.

“I feel for Miss Sonya,” you whisper. “She was already engaged. They were just talking.”

“She knows the rules of society, and so do you,” your chaperone reminds you. “We all have our roles to play.”

And the consequence of setting a foot outside your role is instant public mortification. Yes. What a forgiving world. You immediately plant your exhausted body in your bed when you return, hardly sparing the time to wash and dress, but the only things to bloom from your rest are troubled dreams of the boy that could have been yours. Now that you know the truth– that Newt was only trying to use you for a better reputation– every interaction with him is tainted.

You’d meant what you said in the carriage, though. You did think Newt was genuine. Hadn’t he laughed more than usual when he was with you? Hadn’t he regarded you with that fierce pride of his, as if he’d finally found a mind that was an equal to his? Hadn’t he watched you with something akin to jealousy when you danced with the other men that weren’t him?

Hadn’t you wished he would only dance with you? And don’t you wish that you could truly do what you promised yourself and marry only for love, never mind the rest? It is a simple dream to think that love is easy. Marriage is not simple, not in the ton, not in your lifetime. Every one of your days will be shaped by the whims of society, even when they take Newt away from you.

When it comes time for the next ball, you do your best to strengthen your spirits before you go. You intentionally avoid him, making sure to always have your dance card full whenever the music ends. It’s easy enough to find a crowd large enough to hide you from him, and yet you still catch glimpses of Newt from across the hall, several partners down, in a carriage many behind yours. You successfully go two balls, then three, without seeing him, but it aches like a knife in your ribs when you think about what could have been.

As it turns out, you’re not the only one wishing you were with him. At the fifth ball of the season, your attempts to distance yourself from the viscount are foiled at last. Newt tracks you down, signing his name on your dance card before you can stop him before leading you out to the dance floor.

“That’s a rather abrupt way of asking a lady to dance, don’t you think?” You ask as you curtsy.

Newt bows. “I felt it was the only way of guaranteeing that you would dance with me.”

“A lady never declines a gentleman in need of a dance,” you remind him.

The music picks up, and the two of you begin your paces. “A lady also never avoids a gentleman as thoroughly as you have at the last few balls,” Newt says. “Were it not for the fact that I know you to be as perfectly agreeable a duchess as there could ever be, I would say that it was personal.”

You can’t look him in the eyes, even with his hands on you, guiding you through the steps. “It’s not meant to work out, my lord. Us, I mean. We cannot forget the rules.”

When Newt speaks again, his voice sounds hurt. “Why not? Forgive me, my lady, but I remember what it was like that first night. You were happy. We were happy, and happy together. What changed?”

At last, you risk a glance towards him, and instantly regret it. Newt’s eyes are filled with genuine hurt. Are you wrong? Did he actually want you as more than a cover-up? “I heard about your sister,” you say as delicately as you can.

Still, Newt flinches as if you’ve hit him. “You don’t know the full story,” Newt says raggedly.

“Then tell me,” you beg him. “I would choose you if I could, but everyone seems to think that you are only interested in me to advance your station. Give me a reason to believe in you, not them.”

“I can’t say it here,” Newt whispers.

“I can’t go somewhere with you alone,” you tell him quietly. “Especially not after what happened to your sister. You must tell me now, or we will never have another chance.”

“Alright,” he says at last. “But you mustn’t breathe a word of it to anyone.”

Once you agree, Newt begins to speak in a hushed whisper hardly audible to you, let alone the other couples around you. “Sonya is deeply in love with Lord Aris, and he is in love with her. So much so to the point that he has been battling a deep rage ever since that awful gossip rag, Lady Whistledown, slightly disparaged her last season. He took it upon himself to find out Lady Whistledown’s identity, and somehow, he did. The only problem is, Lady Whistledown is not someone Sonya would consider a friend. He wanted to warn her about the dangers of being anything less than perfect around that insidious writer, and he didn’t want to waste a moment. He called on her to meet with him as soon as possible. He didn’t think they would be seen, but they were, and of course Lady Whistledown ran with it to discredit them in case they would reveal her.”

You suck in a harsh breath. “It was never anything wrong, then. He merely wanted to protect her.”

Newt nods. “Lord Aris is a good man. He never would have done something like this if he realized how it would backfire. He regrets it daily, even though all he wanted to do was keep my sister safe. The ton knows their characters, too. Neither of them would do anything unseemly. The rumors diminish by the day, and soon, it will all be over. They will be happily married.”

He sighs and looks at you again. “I tell you this to explain myself, and to clear my name. I have nothing to hide from the situation with my sister and her future husband. In fact, it is only because they directly asked me not to spread this information that I haven’t gone public with the identity of Lady Whistledown herself to spare their reputations. I have nothing to fear, my lady. Certainly nothing that would make me risk the happiness of my marriage on a good rumor. I would court you because I have never met anyone like you before, nor do I think I ever will. You are utterly entrancing in every possible way. If you do not wish to be with me in that fashion, I would understand.”

You shake your head quickly. “I do want that, my lord. I want you.”

A careful smile slips across Newt’s face. “Do you mean that?”

“I do,” you tell him. “I have wanted you since the moment I saw you at my presentation. I would have found you no matter what lies they spread.”

Newt grins. “I believe I have decided something important, my lady. About your inner nature.”

You arch a brow as he spins you. “And what is that?”

“You’re a hound,” he informs you matter-of-factly. “Sharp and bright. Brave, too. But, then again, I am a hound as well. We make quite the pair, I think.”

“I think so too,” you tell him. In the days to come, rumors will abound about the viscount and the duchess. At first, there will be surprise across the ton, but then, even the most tenacious of gossips will realize that this makes perfect sense. The most clever of men and the most ambitious of women, bound together in holy matrimony. Even the best of poets couldn’t concoct a story that beautiful.

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Medusa!Reader Intro Banter

In my last post, you may have expected to have read some intro dialogue for the banter. Initially, I was gonna put a few characters for the intro, but then as I was thinking of the dialogue in my head, it expanded to more than just a few characters. And why deny me of that sort of fun? That's why the intro dialogue gets its own post! So for context, the reader is a Medusa-like creature, able to turn other beings into stone, and is married to Shang Tsung. If you'd like to read more about them for context, you can go ahead and check out these head cannons below.

TW: Suggestive and mentions of death and gore. If you're a fan of MK, you know what you're getting into.

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Second

Third

Bonus

Yourself (Mirror Match)

Y/N 1: Am I correct to presume that Shang Tsung made you?

Y/N 2: How do I know that YOU'RE not the construct?

Y/N 1: We and Shang Tsung are going to need talk after this.

Y/N 1: Are you of my past or future?

Y/N 2: I've come to warn you to take out both Quan Chi and Shao Khan.

Y/N 1: Say no more.

Y/N 1: I was unaware you're still alive after all these years, sister.

Y/N 2: From what I've heard, you were the one behind my "illness".

Y/N 1: It was nothing against you. I had to test whether my medicine worked on humans somehow.

Shang Tsung (Your Hubby💕)

Shang: This takes me back...

Y/N teasingly: Why so sentimental?

Shang: We had a similar confrontation before making love under the moonlight.

Shang: Did you mourn for me, my sweet?

Y/N seriously: It took every ounce of my will not to completely spiral into madness when Shao Khan took you away from me.

Shang taken aback: I am... so sorry to have caused such pain.

Shang: Are you so surprised, princess?

Kitana: I find it impossible to believe you found someone like Y/N rather than clone her.

Shang: There's no use in replicating anyone like my wife.

Sonya: Is your wife aware of how much you've been chasing my damn tail?

Shang: She knows I'm having fun before I collect you for her garden.

Sonya: No way in fucking hell, Shang Tsung!

Y/N: I'm not usually the vengeful type of woman, as I find such reasons to be not worthy of my time.

Shao Khan: Is there a point to your insistent prattling, wench?

Y/N angered with all her snakes hissing: You are the exception and more than worthy of my fury.

Mileena

Mileena: You helped Shang Tsung create me?

Y/N fondly: I remember the day you opened your beautiful eyes.

Mileena trepidatious: Do you think the same with the rest of me?

Y/N: We shared the same pain of grief.

Mileena: yet YOUR lover came back, MINE didn't!

Y/N: I could help remedy that... for a price.

Mileena: Do you really believe I'm a fine Khanum?

Y/N: Better than your father, although you could do with a healthy amount of grace during your rule.

Mileena: *gives a growl in irritation* Like my sister?

Sindel

Sindel angrily: Never again will I be your or anyone's puppet.

Y/N: Aw, such a shame; you were and are my favorite puppet.

Sindel: You will be executed for the good of all the realms.

Sindel: Once upon a time, I thought that, like me, you were forced into a marriage by a cruel man.

Y/N: And now, your Highness?

Sindel: Now I know you and Shang Tsung are equals in evil.

Sindel with her voice trembling in rage: You killed Sheeva!

Y/N with a tranquil grin: Technically, you did so with your hands, not me.

Sindel: I will repent for her by wiping that smug grin off you before you can even blink!

Baraka

Y/N: So beautiful and fascinating...

Baraka squints his eyes in suspicion: What is your trick this time, Snake?

Y/N: No trick, just admiring a fine specimen.

Baraka: If you are so "fond" of Mileena and Tarkatans, where were you when Kotal wiped us out?

Y/N: In hiding lest I had the same fate fall upon me.

Baraka: Spineless coward!

Y/N: I would like to observe some of your rituals for research purposes.

Baraka: Only if you can beat me mercilessly in Kombat!

Y/N with a wide grin: It should be no trouble at all, then.

D'Vorah

Y/N: Such a fascinatingly resilient species.

D'Vorah: Appreciating how This One's the epitome of the ultimate species?

Y/N: Indeed. The perfect test subjects for my experiments.

D'Vorah: This One must ask if your snakes are all part of you?

Y/N: My "hair" and I all share one mind if you're dying to know.

D'Vorah: Even so, the Hive outnumbers you by many.

D'Vorah: You say This One reminds you fondly of your youth?

Y/N: I remember coming across insects resembling you while watching them feast upon the deceased fauna, as a little girl.

D'Vorah: Then may it comfort you in your last moments while This One uses you to feed The Hive.

Kollector

Y/N: You have the most beautiful eyes.

Kollector: Flattery or not, these eyes will never be for sale.

Y/N with a wicked grin: I never intended to buy, Kollector.

Kollector: Shao Khan demands your head.

Y/N: I will not give that brainless brute even a single scale from it.

Kollector: The choice is not for you to make, milady.

Y/N: I will not give Shao Khan, not even a single root from my cabinet.

Kollector: I must collect ALL that the Empire requires.

Y/N: Then I'll take four of your arms as compensation.

Kano

Kano: Well, color me gobsmacked, and I thought I had some out there tastes.

Y/N: Shang has far more manners and dignity than you ever will; you waste of air!

Kano: It doesn't make him less of a freak for marrying a literal snake lady.

Y/N: I require your services.

Kano: I don't DO that sort of thing, well, unless I've had enough grog.

Y/N irritated: I meant for you to steal from the Khan's gardens for its rare herbs.

Kano: Oi! I thought you were supposed to take care of your hubby's island.

Y/N: It was too empty for my liking after my love's passing and his followers requested the most potent poisons I had in storage.

Kano: Eh. Thanks to you, its treasures were free for the taking.

Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi)

Y/N: Once, I was desired and sought after by all the men in my village and beyond for my beauty.

Hanzo: It is only fitting then that your outward appearance reflects your wretchedness.

Y/N: You can thank the Elder Gods for that.

Hanzo: I should have never come to you for your help.

Y/N: We both wanted Quan Chi's head, no matter the price.

Hanzo: The consequences afterward were far worse than I could have ever imagined.

Y/N: You cannot achieve your goal by yourself, and where did that bring you? Right back to me.

Hanzo, desperate: Please, Y/N, my clan has fallen ill with a long-extinct illness that only you can cure.

Y/N: I am sure you already know what sort of boon I will ask of you?

A/N: Don't forget to like this post, share, and repost! 😁😁😁😁😁Stay Weird, my fellow humans.

Playlist while Writing this:

"The Scorpion and the Frog" featuring Marc Senter,Jessica Lowndes, and Terrance Zdunich

"Prick! Goes the Scorpion's Tail" featuring Emilie Autumn

"Babooshka" by Kate Bush

"Zydrate Anatomy" by Terrance Zdunich

"I Can't Decide" by the Scissor Sisters

"Such Horrible Things" by Creature Feature

"Bad Blood" by Creature Feature

"Here There be Witches" by Creature Feature

"Mad Hatter" by Melanie Martinez

"Tag You're It" by Melanie Martinez

"Milk and Cookies" by Melanie Martinez

(for more like this)

Part II

#mortal kombat #Oddball Writes #MK #mk11 #mk x reader #mortal kombat x reader #shang tsung x reader #shang tsung #mortal kombat 11 #Mileena #Sindel #Baraka #D'Vorah #Kollector #Kano #mk scorpion #hanzo hasashi

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