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Fickle Fate ║ Chapter I: Second Chance

》 They say fate is a fickle mistress, playing cruel tricks with the help of Lady Fortune and Destiny. However, they also said she throws problems on purpose before achieving something great. What could come out of a fire god visiting your uncle with Naruto cosplayers? And what's with the yakuza man? 》 Chapter I: Second Chance 》 General Notes: Gender Neutral!Reader, Teen!Reader, No Romance, Platonic Friendship, Slight Canon Divergence, First Person Writing, Found Family, Canon Violence 》 Chapter Notes: Initially I wrote this with an OC of mine I had, but then it just sorta spiraled into this! Hopefully, everyone can enjoy this as much as I did 》 Trigger Warnings: Brief Mention of Child Abuse, Abusive Parent Mentioned 》 Word Count: 1.2k Words

The crowds surrounding me and my opponent, Liam, were loud.

They egged us on, cheering us on as the fight continued. Neither one was letting up or giving in, swinging punch after punch. Kick after kick. Liam swung with a right kick, but I ducked down, going in to sweep him off his feet, he jumped up in time, but it left him open...

Open for the ultimate combo from my character.

I dared not to take my eyes away from the projection of our battle on Street Fighter 6. We were both in sync with our respective characters-- Luke and Juri -- who responded to the actions that were being inputted in the controllers we held in our sweaty hands. They are a part of us, representing our soul, and our desire to represent our fighting spirits. The desire to fight, our spirit of competitiveness, could never fade.

The world seemed to slow down as if to take a deep breath, going quiet as Luke's fists connected with Juri's body. Color splashed across the screen as each fist, each hit, landed successfully before everything went back to normal.

"AND THE WINNER IS DAMMECAGE!"

I let out a breath I wasn't aware of holding back, wiping the sweat off my brow as I looked at Liam and smiled. He looked defeated before shaking his head, putting the controller down before offering his hand to shake mine.

"I lost to you again," Liam spoke my name before I shook his hand back.

"Hey, there's always next season." I chuckled, pulling him into a one-armed hug before pulling away. The tournament host and his friend walked on over, talking loudly on the mic, praising my skills in the game. But yet, despite this moment of joy... I couldn't really find myself to be happy in this moment.

Just because I won the game didn't mean I won at life-- my life as (Y/N) Carlton was shit. 17 years old and have been living with my uncle, Jonathan Carlton, for the past two years. My home wasn't safe with an absent mom and an abusive dad. His father, my grandfather, wasn't a good dad either, so I guess it just sort of ran in the family. He didn't seem to care if anything happened to me, but once my uncle saw what was going on, he didn't seem to hesitate to help the family out. Uncle Johnny, along with his wife, took me in as my legal guardian, and since then I've just been living life in sunny Malibu, California.

"I'll see you around, Liam! Catch ya later!"

I waved goodbye to my friend, pocketing the trophy in my backpack before running out of the arcade. Once I got out the doors, I grabbed my skateboard and took off to ride the streets in style, headphones on to listen to tunes to celebrate my victory. My head bobbed to the beat, lightly tapping my foot as I swerved past people, swinging around a pole to go right before I continued on heading home. Today felt like it was a good day so far, and surely nothing could go wrong, right?

Well, 30 minutes of skating home proved otherwise...

I wasn't standing anywhere near the driveway before I heard arguing through my headphones. I pulled them off, raising a brow in curiosity before frowning. It made me grimace at what could be going on in there... and neither did I enjoy the sound of arguments. The sounds brought me back to my old home and I did not want to think about that.

"-ou alright?"

I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped, almost slipping off my skateboard before steadying myself to see who it was. An Asian man with short, dark hair in an off-grey and red suit and... is that a sword on him? Does he have tattoos on his hands? Why does he have tattoos? Is he a member of the Yakuza or something? Or are they just nice tattoos?

"Um, uh, yeah, I'm good..." I nodded, hopping off my skateboard before picking it up. "I just don't do arguments, I don't know what they could be arguing about." I walked on the pathway to the large mansion with the businessman walking a few steps behind me. Curiosity itched me and I couldn't help but ask, "You here to see my uncle?"

"Um... yes, yes I am." He answered, almost sounding hesitant for a second. Was he scared or something?

"I get it, my uncle can be--"

I heard the door slam open before it slammed close, Aunt Cris looked furious with her bag and keys in hand before getting into her car and driving off, leaving me in awkward silence with a stranger. The air felt awkward before I cleared my throat, looking at the man before I continued speaking, "My uncle is an interesting person, as you may know. A little... egotistical, but he means well, honestly. I didn't get your name," I offered my hand to him and he looked, questioning his decision, before shaking it.

"Takahashi Kenshi."

"Oh, Takahashi? That's Japanese if I remember correctly... You do stuntwork in movies?"

"I do." Kenshi seemed to answer rather quickly, standing by the door before I opened it and let him in. At the time, I didn't think much about it, closing the door quietly as I could.

"Living room's down that hall, that's where my uncle will be. I'm just... uh, gonna go eat in the kitchen." I gave an awkward smile before I let out a sigh, shoulders dropping as I put my skateboard down to the side before making my way to the kitchen, dropping my bag to the floor before raiding the fridge to reheat day-old pizza and open a can of my favorite drink. It took a while for the pizza to reheat, allowing me time to scroll on my phone on social media.

You know what's really weird? Finding thirst edits of your own uncle... kinda gross. I mean, I can admire their editing skills. But if I had to hear "International Love" one more time, I was going to lose it. The microwave then beeped loudly, snapping me out of further doomscrolling to allow me to eat the pizza while it was still hot on the plate.

"God, I love whoever invented pizza," I muttered to myself, not hearing the brief sound of something crashing when I took a sip of my drink. I figured it was either whatever went down with my uncle it was another one of his "bright ideas" or sudden acting improvision. I didn't think too much of it before hearing the doorbell ring, but that wasn't for me to deal with. I just wanted to relax a little, enjoy intimacy in the form of a good slice of pizza, and read fanfiction. Who doesn't read those? Kinda a guilty pleasure of mine, really. Especially a good rivals to lovers--

CRASH!

A loud crash scared me, making me jump and setting my heart at a fast pace. I put the can down, hand shaking a little as I took deep breaths, calming myself down.

"I'm no longer there... I'm no longer there... I'm no longer home... This is my home now..." I repeated to myself quietly before shuffling to check out the scene. My heart was still racing as I peeked around the corner. While I intially looked fearful about the situation morphed into confusion at what I saw before me, and I had only one thing to say.

"What in the actual fuck..."

TO BE KONTINUED...

#mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 fanfiction #fanfiction #mortal kombat fanfiction #fanfic #Fickle Fate #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #no romance #tw: child abuse #tw: abusive parent #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi

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tommys-little-writing-corner · 2 months

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FINAL FANTASY VII MASTERLIST

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》 Amity in War (SOLDIER!Reader) A journey through time as told by a young SOLDIER, who comes to befriend three others amid the Wutai War. The four of them were young, naïve of the world that remained beyond their walls. In the eyes of (Y/N), this is a series of memories of friendship, brotherhood, and the eventual tragedy that would hurt them all. 》 Notes: Gender Neutral!Reader, (Y/N) is described with mako-colored eyes, No Romance, Platonic Friendship, Slight Canon Divergence, Third Person Writing, Found Family, No Happy Endings, Canon Violence 》 Status: WIP... 》 Chapters: ? // ...

#Final Fantasy VII #Final Fantasy 7 #Final Fantasy VII x Reader #Final Fantasy 7 x Reader #Final Fantasy VII Fanfiction #Final Fantasy 7 Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Non-Writing #Tommy's Master Posts #Tommy's Posts #Tommy's Masterlists

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tommys-little-writing-corner · 4 months

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The Season Diamond: Chapter I + Master Post

》 Born into a socialite life, a life in the Tons where you never had to struggle or worry. Dressed in the finest of clothes, the best money can offer... Your first debutante season, while promising husbands that would make your family proud, is going to be a rough one-- after all, the Empress herself has declared you this season's Diamond. All eyes will be on you, be careful, sweet one. 》 Master Post + Chapter I: The Season Diamond 》 Notes: Fem!Reader, MULTIPLE Routes, Definitely Not Because I've Binged Watched Bridgerton AGAIN, Thank You Discord Girlies (ya'll know who you are), Romance, Drama, Regency AU, Mix of Fantasy and History 》 Chapter Notes: So just a heads up, this is both the first chapter that introduces you, lovely Y/N, to high society as an eligible maiden; as well as the main post to link all routes. Each route is a separate take!!! Who is each route? Well... Dance around to find out, yes? 》 Word Count: 1.4k+ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

Today was the big day!

I couldn't sleep all night, I mean, what young woman at the age of 21 wouldn't? In the elite high society, each woman is expected to not be taught how to manage her household, be well-mannered, sew, dance, and sing-- but she is also to be educated and be talented in something that makes her stand out among the rest. This was the way of life for centuries, to be recognized by the Empress as a woman blossoming into society. The main purpose of the debutante season is to find eligible young men, much like myself, within a few months to settle down into a good match.

Whether that match is truly one of love or one of doom... You may never know. Mamas who will fight one another tooth and nail to find the right matches for their daughters-- a lord, a viscount, or even the likes of a general. Not only are they from just here from home, but also from all other countries too. Some women could be lucky to find a prince so eligible. Alas, that would be a dream for another time, yes? "(Y/N), come on! We cannot wait for you to get up!"

"I'm up!"

I eagerly got out of bed, throwing the pale colored sheets off my body in eagerness before my Momma and household maids rushed into my room. My Momma, who I took my good looks from, rolled her eyes at my eagerness.

"I swear, you're only up this early for a few things. You want festooned apples, some novel came out or--"

"Possibly the biggest moment of my life, Momma!"

I replied back with a gasp, getting dressed into my undergarments and quickly was put into the insane contraption called a corset. The damned thing always left me breathless, gasping for air as it was practically being squeezed out of me. After all, it was kind of the standard around here for women to wear corsets. I was starting to feel a little nauseous as the corset tightened more, gripping the bed post for dear life.

"Tighter, Amber! Until she could only fit an orange and a half!"

My Momma commanded the maid as if she were General Shao himself on the battlefield. Her arms, which were once crossed over the beautiful soft colored gown, uncrossed and walked on over to help with the maid, Amber, tighten my corset. Two other maids held me up to make sure I didn't pass out and that I was still breathing.

"One, two--"

I gasped loudly as Amber and my Momma pulled on the corset with all their might, knocking the wind out of me as I stumbled. My hands gripped the maids' shoulders tight for support before helping me get back on my feet. At first I struggled to even think before air quickly filled my lungs again. I scowled as my head turned to my Momma who smirked back happily.

"See? It wasn't too bad, my dear!"

I held back temptation to roll my eyes, so I settled with a small glare and biting the corner of my bottom lip. While I did love Momma well, it sometimes felt like she was trying to kill me one way or another. I sighed before relaxing a little, getting use to wearing a tight corset once more.

"Okay... Onto the dress, Momma. I know that new one should have arrived already, yes?"

I nodded and she nodded back with a big grin on her face. For the occasion, we bought a beautiful, high-waisted white dress with only small accents of gold and beautiful lace detailing. The bodice was fitted to my measurements, complimented by a flowing skirt piece that trailed behind me. The maids helped me into getting into it, helping with making sure all the littlest details were looked into. Tonight must be perfect, I just know true love is around the corner...!

》 Few Hours Later...

My heart was beating in my chest, gloved fingers resting at my sides as I breathed deeply to have control of my beating heart. I heard my Momma whisper words of encouragement, hoping it would help me calm down as we both awaited at the doors to be called in. It was all the nerve wrecking and exciting at the same time. To be finally be considered a woman, meet other likeminded people... maybe even find true love!

"Miss (Y/N) Collington, presented by her mother, the Right Honorable, the Vicountess Collington."

Well, here goes nothing.

I took one last breath as the doors open, lifting my chin up a little proudly, but not too bold as I felt all eyes turn to me. Right in front of my eyes were lords and ladies from all around the city, including foreign guests that I could not put my tongue on. Without a doubt, however, they all had money. We were all rich one way or another-- it came to be just how much were you willing to risk it all for even more riches.

Further down the room was Empress Sandel, dressed in the finest white dress one could afford. However, she was not without her signature rich purple color. As seen in the patterns stitched into the large skirt and bodice, although it was a much lighter tone to not make it so off-putting. Compared to her daughters who also wore almost pure white dresses, only with a small touch of their own signature colors as well.

As I walked down the hall, I dared not to look around me. I could still feel my heart pounding, even louder in my own ears as if it were the only sound I could hear. I felt as if everyone knew and was just waiting for me to make one mistake. I would not dare think of fainting, it would make me humiliated.

Once I got only but a few steps away from Her Majesties, I stopped and waited for a moment-- for Sindel to nod at me in acknowledgement-- before I would curtsy. A manner in which I have practiced over a thousand times over, not until I could do it as instinct and make it flawless. Silence filled the room, hushing all forms of small talk as we all waited to hear what Sindel had to say. My eyes avoided her gaze, afraid that one look would make her second guess her judgement of me.

Then I felt a gloved hand move to my chin, gently guiding me back up to meet face to face with Her Majesty. I almost gulped, but kept control of everything but my eyes that widened briefly upon her words.

"Flawless, my dear. Like a diamond."

I had officially received her blessing, smiling as she made the move to kiss my forehead and moved back to her seat on the throne. Me and my Momma stepped back a few feet, curtsying once more before we moved back out of the room. We both remained professional until we both started giggling to one another, remaining as hushed as we could.

"Did that really just happen, Momma?!"

"Dearest, I do believe so...!"

She was proud, happy of the words we received from our ruling Empress. As we walked, Momma gave me some words of advice that I would take to heart from this moment on.

"Now, you must be careful now, dearest... They all have their eyes on you-- all of them."

》 The First Ball

The first ball of the season was going to begin, and I couldn't hold my excitement no matter how much I tried. One couldn't help but be excited about the energy in the grand ball room, held by one of Empress Sindel's many friends who was willing to support the first night. My dress for the evening was the same shade as before-- a pearly white color with only a small touch of soft blue that was hardly noticeable upon first glance. But it would shimmer through with a twirl of my skirt. I'm sure any other woman at the ball tonight would be jealous...!

I stood in a room with many other debutantes, other eligible men and women looking for the right match. Some tagging along with their friends, escorted by brothers, mothers, or their own fathers. I was near my own Momma, waiting with a small drink of white wine in my gloved hand. My eyes gazed around the room, where the lighting of the candles was bright but gave an extra aura of mystery and romance to the room. There was just so many people here... could someone really be the one?

"Well, dearest? C'mon now...! Surely someone has caught your eye!"

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The Season Diamond Routes

》 thank u, next ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 》 Chapters: 1 // 2 // 3

》 Wildest Dreams ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 》 Chapters: 1 // 2 // 3

》 Merry-Go-Round of Life ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 》 Chapters: 1 // 2 // 3

》 I See The Light ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 》 Chapters: 1 // 2 // 3

》 So This Is Love ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 》 Chapters: 1 // 2 // 3

》 Your hint on what the titles mean to a specific character? They're linked songs.

#mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat 1 fanfiction #mortal kombat x reader #fem!reader #female reader #regency au #tommy's post #master post

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MK Characters and Thanksgiving

Masterlist

Note: Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate! I figured I should post something for the holiday. This is also my announcement to let everyone know it’s time to send in the Christmas/winter themed requests!! <3

Characters: Johnny Cage, Liu Kang, Raiden, Kenshi, Kung Lao, Ashrah, Syzoth.

Warnings: Food and alcohol mentions

Note: This is all based on things my family and I do/have done for Thanksgiving.

Johnny Cage

His own family is kind of ehhh so he jumps at the opportunity to host his new pals for Thanksgiving. He’s happy to be the one to introduce the holiday to the non-Americans/non-Earthrealmers. Can’t cook for shit so most of the food is catered, but he does know Grandma Carlton’s apple pie recipe by heart and tries to make it himself. Surprisingly, he isn’t bad at cooking.

He shows everyone the classic special A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. It’s important for everyone to view the cartoon that shaped his childhood. Has the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade on TV and later watches the Cowboys, Lions, and whatever other NFL teams play that day.

Johnny Cage is your stereotypical American whose favorite dish is apple pie.

Liu Kang

Says he’s only coming to show his face and wish everyone a happy holiday but he truly wants to be there. It brings him a sense of nostalgia and comfort. Johnny Cage from his timeline used to throw holiday gatherings. Seeing everyone together “again” is bittersweet. He’s emotional, sad that he’ll never see his buddies again. No one could ever tell what he’s feeling; Liu Kang has mastered stoicism.

As a god, he doesn’t feel hunger, nor does he eat much. He may try a few bites of something after Johnny nudges him to, only out of sheer politeness. Liu Kang prefers watching everyone else eat and talk to each other. Everyone’s happy, Earthrealm’s at peace, he’s happy.

Liu Kang thought the turkey was fine, even if it was a bit dry.

Raiden

Accepted the invitation immediately. Enjoys what Thanksgiving is supposed to represent, a little miffed to see no cares about that; only the food. Tries to instill gratefulness in the get together. Makes everyone go around and say what they’re grateful for. Probably stands up and gives a speech about how he’s grateful for Lord Liu Kang and his new allies. It would be annoying if it was anyone else lmfao.

Tries almost everything just to be nice but mostly eats food he’s used to. Can’t blame a guy for having his likes! Raiden eats until he’s full. He’s the one telling Kung Lao to not take so much food so everyone else can have some. Raiden talks to all of his friends but probably sticks to Liu Kang and Kung Lao. It’s just natural for him.

Raiden liked the mashed potatoes.

Kenshi

Wanted to leave Sento at home so Johnny wouldn’t get ideas but…he also needed to “see” so Sento was brought to the event. He just made sure to keep it far away from Johnny. Probably shows up with alcohol.

Only eats “normal” food. Anything that looks like it came out of Johnny’s imagination will not be consumed by Kenshi. Like Raiden, he only eats a modest amount. Most of his time is spent bantering with the others. Jokingly says no when Johnny asks if he wants to come back next year. He definitely will though.

Kenshi liked the alcohol he brought the sweet potatoes with the little marshmallows on top.

Kung Lao

Is the one who eats several plates of food and packs several to-go plates. Almost starts a drinking contest with Johnny but is stopped by several people. Just decided to postpone the drinking contest to another day. He’ll bet on the NFL games with Raiden. Neither of them know what the hell is going on. Gloats when his team wins.

Tells Johnny what food he wants to see next year, and the year after that, and the year after that. Promises to ask Madam Bo to make some food to bring to the next Thanksgiving. He and Johnny have the next 10 years planned out.

His favorite dish is probably something savory like roast beef.

Ashrah

Delighted to be invited to a group event. She never expected to have a home, Ashrah is forever grateful to Earthrealm for letting her in. She’s very happy to have her first taste at an Earthrealm holiday. Ashrah shows up bright and early! She and Johnny watch the Thanksgiving parade together. There’s a childlike gleam in her eyes when she sees all the balloons. She also watches the football games on TV. Not because she particularly cares about it, but because she wants to participate in all the traditions.

Ashrah tries each dish but can’t find one she likes more than the others. All the new textures and tastes are a bit overwhelming, so she passes on the opportunity to try more. Maybe next year!

Ashrah doesn’t have a favorite dish, she still has to get used to Earthrealm food.

Syzoth

Same as Ashrah - he’s just happy to be there. Spends most of his time talking to others…and by “others,” I mean Ashrah. The food is hot and makes the air slightly warm. It makes Syzoth incredibly happy. He’ll come back every year just to feel the warmth in Johnny’s house.

Syzoth can’t stomach human food. His stomach rejects food by giving him intense pains. It usually doesn’t bother him, but today he’s a bit upset. Everything smells nice! He wants to try everything :(

Maybe someday Syzoth will be able to handle human foods.

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Johnny Cage Dating Edenian Royalty

Masterlist || Not proofread

Happiest man in all the realms - I swear!

Johnny and you are the epitome of “me and the baddie I bagged by being funny.”

No one, especially Edenians, know why you’re together. Your mother, Sindel, would rather you be with someone more noble but you don’t care.

You’re happy and you’re free.

He would definitely try to get you to be in one of his movies. His newest idea is about a fish-out-of-water hero who dates the Empress’ child at the end of the movie. Guess who is playing who?

You would most likely have to decline, you don’t want the royal court to dislike your decision to be with Johnny more than they already do.

You (un)fortunately get the pleasure to hear many of his royalty jokes.

Why did the queen go to the dentist? To get her crown checked!

What does King Santa fly with? Reign-deer!

If you’re not the type to laugh at jokes like this, he’ll keep making them in hopes that he’ll one day be able to get you to crack a smile.

The words your highness spill out his mouth often. Either as a cute and affectionate pet name or something he says when he’s trying to piss you off.

Probably parades you around Sun Do like “fuck yeah I’ve got a super hot royal holding my hand and you don’t.”

Gets super smug seeing any jealous faces.

He’ll take you to Earthrealm and have a movie marathon. Johnny will show you all the classics as well as his own movies. I hope you like Ninja Mime 1, 2, and 3.

Johnny also shows you around. You’ll see breathtaking mountains and the shittiest looking restaurant all in the same day.

He really does love you more than anything and wants nothing more than to show that love off, but it may come off as him treating you as a trophy.

If you tell him it makes you uncomfortable he won’t understand at first. It’s possible for him to be a bit defensive. He’ll get it sooner or later, though. You’ll just have to make sure to explain it in a way he understands.

All in all, if you are Edenian royalty, date a slightly washed up actor from a different realm. He just may treat you like gold. <3

#mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat fanfic #mortal kombat 1 fanfiction #mortal kombat headcanons #johnny cage x reader #mortal kombat 1 #other people’s works #repost #mango post

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tommys-little-writing-corner · 5 months

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My doctor says I’m ill and the only thing that’ll cure me is if you write something about Shang Tsung

Note: If you're ill, then my recommendation is simple--

Another Note: KIDDING!!! Love ya lots, Mango!!!

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Shang Tsung Headcanons -- A Huckster's Love

》 Just a little ramble about our favorite huckster, Shang Tsung. The little meow-meow... what went from being simple to now possibly just a whole oneshot fic in the form of bullet points. 》 Notes: Gender Neutral Reader, Typical Canon, Broke Ass Hoes, Fruitier Than Fruit Cake, Mortal Kombat 1 Spoilers Ahead-- You've Been Warned 》 Word Count: 700+ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

Meeting the man himself, before he became a sorcerer thanks to Damanshi's help, was rather interesting

While Liu Kang deemed that Shang Tsung would live a life of misery, to pay for the pain he had done in previous timelines, he did not consider the possibility of someone changing what he had planned

Shang would live life begging for coin, in rags, and maybe die in the streets with no coin to his name

As Shang finished his daily beatings from the local angry villagers (with pitchforks no less), you came along to drag his worn body back to the shop-- creating a sort of companionship neither one could put a name on

Before meeting Shang, you also struggled much like he did-- no family to your name, always on the run from officials and Umgadi alike

He didn't trust you at first, hesitant on your kindness from making sure he wasn't getting beat up in his sleep or continue sleeping outside

Shang did not trust you until you both agreed on a deal-- with the two of you clearly struggling, maybe there was a way to help one another

With your skills as a thief, you could steal not only high-quality materials for Shang to use for his false medicines to give them truth-- but other high value items as well such as jewelry and books

Shang would use whatever you found and give you a portion of the money he made, since you would keep some of the valuables you've found for yourself

This was your relationship for the next few years-- two people using tricks to meet end's meet

You would both wake a little before the sun rose, preparing yourselves for the day ahead

Sometimes you'd catch Shang trying to pull his long hair back into a bun, eyes examining how his hands-- covered in small cuts and bruises-- brushed loose strands back as he looked in the small mirror the makeup box offered him

Sometime's he would watch you get ready, admiring your bare back as muscles rolled and flexed while you put on your clothes for the day-- he admired your strength and tenacity, as you admired his cleverness and deceit

You both complimented and contrasted one another, almost balanced with one another as you would head out to collect more items for Shang to use or sell and he would use his charms to take money from those who would have it

Feelings for one another did not come about until things started to become... more casual with one another

The back of your hands would briefly brush up against one another more often, mumbling apologies whenever it occurred

Sometimes, though, those "accidents" would happen more often and sometimes linger, beckoning you to try another taste of his touch-- to feel his thin hand in your own

Other times came to sleep, whenever it got too cold during the night, Shang would suggest sharing the one bed to preserve warmth the best you two could

Sometimes, when your back is turned against him, you can feel the slow and steady breathing of his lungs in the state of sleep, a sign that he was alive.

Sometimes you could feel him shiver, and if he was asleep, bring him closer to you to help with the cold or was he simply faking it for attention, hmmm??? *(eyebrow raise and wiggle)*

When feelings began to become more obvious, as did the more accidents

But you both seem to understand that something was growing, something was blossoming beyond simple companionship

How to say it in words, you didn't know. Shang didn't know either.

It was something that neither one could ignore for long

So after years of it being "business" only to friends to now... whatever this was now

Everything felt right

Even though you were not rich like the kings of old, constantly remained on the move from village to village in Outworld, occasionally beaten by villagers

At the end of the day, when the moon stood high in the dark sky, pale light shining on the carriage, you two still had one another

Tending to one another's wounds, making light jokes about what happened, reminiscing about the past

The last thing you both would always see is each other's faces as you both lied down and dimmed the candle that served as light for the small room-- tired, exhausted, but happy

This was the huckster's love, before something much grander than your own home-- your own world-- intervened

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One Small Shadow: Chapter I

》 The youngest of Sindel's daughters, (Y/N) was only born after the passing of King Jerrod. Growing up shadowed by her family and their magics, the Third Princess does what she can do best. She stands by and waits... 》 Chapter I: Waiting... 》 General Notes: Fem!Reader, Complicated Family Relationships, Canon Divergence, Angst Train, No Beta We Ball Like Kobe, No Romance, Y/N is described to be feminine with certain features, Bounces between Y/N's POV and third person 》 Chapter Notes: The first few chapters of One Small Shadow take place before the start of the plot of Mortal Kombat 1. 》 Word Count: 600+ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

I hate looking at this damn mural.

It sits in the main hall where the thrones lay, always alight with candles. Sometimes by the bright flame of the sun or by the pale flame of the moon. It's a mural portrait of my mother, Empress Sandel, and my late father, Emperor Jerrod.

I never knew Jerrod, not in the way my Mother and sisters knew him. My mother was expecting me when he was killed. Nobody spared me any details, only that it was a great tragedy over a thousand years ago. Now his soul resides in the forest, along with all other members of royalty and more.

Many say I do hold some resemblance in him, a trait I share with my sisters. We have his dark eyes-- the way they seem to sparkle with a plan, with a mind game to taunt others. setting down stones to be stepped on. However, it would be my sisters who would have his smile, his dark hair and everything.

I would be the one, the youngest of three of about roughly a thousand years old in age, who would have my mother's white hair. Pale like marble stone, like the colorless stars in the sky. Unlike my family who kept their hair long, I kept mine short, barely touching the corner of my jaw below my ear. It was better to maintain hair that way, easier to hide it whenever I wanted life out of the palace. Another talk for later.

I hate how everyone around me doesn't understand how I feel every time I look at the painted mural.

"You should be mourning-- you have no father, as does your sisters do. As your mother doesn't have her husband anymore."

How was I to mourn someone I never knew?

I only knew his name, the painted faces that decorated this wall along all other walls. The stories of praise and glory from the Umgadi who remember him, who loved him well as does everyone else inside and outside the palace. However, only because I was born three months after his death, I would never know the man personally as did everyone else who once knew him.

Maybe a trip to the Living Forest, where his soul resides, I would get to know him. Maybe he would be willing to talk, to tell me tales of his life before death. No... I would not be able to go beyond the walls of Sun Do. The ones made by my ancestors many lifetimes ago. Mother doesn't like me wondering around, not without armed guards, without Umgadi, or even the likes of Reiko. Since losing Jerrod, she became paranoid about an unfortunate fate falling onto me as well.

Certainly, she truly thought things well. Despite magic running in my veins, in my family blood, I could conjure no magic. To her, I seemed defenseless without a means to defend myself. It was why she insisted me having to be monitored and protected at all times if it could be helped.

I hate looking at this damn mural.

"Princess, you're needed at the entrance. To meet with the Empress and your sisters."

The Umgadi guard reminded me, making me snap out of my reoccurring thoughts about the mural in front of me. My lips curled into a frown as I looked over my outfit one last time. Dark purple ceremonial robes that almost matched colors with red wine, shades darker than the purple Mother wore. A layered skirt-piece that touched my ankles over black tights, black longlseeve under a dark purple top. My hands and arms decorated with golden jewelry with pretty gems-- fitting for a royal princess, but not as flashy as my older sisters. Subtle, quiet, just like me.

"Right..." I responded with a flat tone, turning my head towards her and nodding. "... Let's get going."

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TO THE KONTINUED...

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HIII TOMMY

How'd you find this blog???? /j

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MORTAL KOMBAT 1 MASTERLIST

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》 Shang Tsung — A Hucker’s Love

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》 One Small Shadow (Princess!Fem!Reader) The youngest of Sindel's daughters, (Y/N) was only born after the passing of King Jerrod. Growing up shadowed by her family and their magics, the Third Princess does what she can do best. She stands by and waits... 》 Notes: Fem!Reader, Complicated family relationships, Canon Divergence, Angst Train, No Beta We Ball Like Kobe, No Romance, Y/N is described to be feminine with certain features, Bounces between Y/N's POV snd third person 》 Status: In progress... 》 Chapters: 1 // ...

》 The Sands of Time (Geras x Shaolin Monk!Reader) They were both born for one reason and one reason alone-- to care for and protect the Hourglass that protects this timeline. To protect the peace that Lord Liu Kang had fought for. However, one monk becomes curious about the purpose given to them since birth. Thus a meeting of unlikely timing and a blossoming romance. 》 Notes: Gender Neutral!Reader, Romance, Canon Divergence, Geras Learns What Emotions Are 》 Status: WIP...

》 The Season Diamond (Regency AU Fem!Reader) Born into a socialite life, a life in the Tons where you never had to struggle or worry about being poor. Dressed in the finest of clothes, the best money can offer... Your first debutante season, while promising husbands that would make your family proud, is going to be a rough one-- after all, the Empress herself has declared you this season's Diamond. All eyes will be on you, be careful, sweet one. 》 Notes: Fem!Reader, MULTIPLE Routes, Definitely Not Because I've Binged Watched Bridgerton AGAIN, Thank You Discord Girlies (ya'll know who you are), Romance, Drama, Regency AU, Mix of Fantasy and History 》 Status: WIP... 》 Click Link for The Season Diamond Main Page

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